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Raised in Skull House by the infamous Susan Scarbo, Sinthea was taught from a young age to be a hateful, aggressive killer. She was brutalized and beaten until she became just as much a monster her father. Sinthea was also artificially aged and given powers by her father, who needed his heir because he was dying. Yet still not keen on the idea of having a female heir, Red Skull recruited Baron Zemo, who Sinthea trained herself until the two were pitted against each other. Sin didn't show signs of having a truly human side until she met her former lover Brock Rumlow. It was then shown that she wasn't entirely like her father, being able to truly have feelings for someone.
Over her life Sinthea has suffered at the hands of her father's cruelty until he was finally killed. She's been institutionalized on several occasions by SHIELD and the Avengers, but is often broken out by those who have pledged their allegiance and love to her. She's well-known for being incredibly destructive, violent, and aggressive. Despite this she seems to be adored by her peers, to the point where they will follow her anywhere and do anything for her.
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It seemed no matter how hard Harley tried, her past always managed to catch up with her. More specifically, the Wall always caught up to her, and while Harls had escaped from her clutches time and time again, the US government wasn't keen on having her go solo and seemed to prefer having her under Amanda Waller's careful eye.
Which lead to her once again joining the docket of Task Force X, or as her and her fellow cons called it, the Suicide Squad. Another day, another mission, another empty promise to be let go or have a reduced sentence if they didn't die. The usual status quo for the ragtag team of killers and villains.
Today's mission was fairly straightforward-- get in, get the target, and bring them back dead or alive. Of course, their missions never seemed to be as straightforward as Waller made them out to be, mostly since she left out crucial details for the sake of 'national security'. After all, what did she care if the information could be handy for the mission? Worse case they were killed and replaced, and if they were caught they wouldn't be able to spill the beans before she blew their heads off using the nano bombs implanted in their necks.
The ground team had split up to search the building, Harley starting on the ground floor. The building seemed to be a research facility of some sort; what their were researching, however, Harley wasn't sure. The place was admittedly a bit eerie, especially in the dark. Harley peered into the rooms as she passed by, her flashlight casting ominous shadows across the walls as strange equipment blocked the light. Thankfully, Harley didn't spook easy-- she had been through far worse, and her paranoia kept her on edge for whatever may pop out of her; she was always prepared for a fight.
That's why she approached the sound of footsteps from the corridor up ahead. She hoisted her mallet up over her shoulder, getting ready to swing as she silently crept down the hall, before peering over the corner. She could make out a faint figure in the darkness, seeming to be walking away from her. " Who are you? " the clownette hissed, eyes narrowed and stance ready to fight. Usually she wouldn't give anyone the chance to get the drop on her, however, the last thing she wanted to do was attack her teammate on accident.
Which lead to her once again joining the docket of Task Force X, or as her and her fellow cons called it, the Suicide Squad. Another day, another mission, another empty promise to be let go or have a reduced sentence if they didn't die. The usual status quo for the ragtag team of killers and villains.
Today's mission was fairly straightforward-- get in, get the target, and bring them back dead or alive. Of course, their missions never seemed to be as straightforward as Waller made them out to be, mostly since she left out crucial details for the sake of 'national security'. After all, what did she care if the information could be handy for the mission? Worse case they were killed and replaced, and if they were caught they wouldn't be able to spill the beans before she blew their heads off using the nano bombs implanted in their necks.
The ground team had split up to search the building, Harley starting on the ground floor. The building seemed to be a research facility of some sort; what their were researching, however, Harley wasn't sure. The place was admittedly a bit eerie, especially in the dark. Harley peered into the rooms as she passed by, her flashlight casting ominous shadows across the walls as strange equipment blocked the light. Thankfully, Harley didn't spook easy-- she had been through far worse, and her paranoia kept her on edge for whatever may pop out of her; she was always prepared for a fight.
That's why she approached the sound of footsteps from the corridor up ahead. She hoisted her mallet up over her shoulder, getting ready to swing as she silently crept down the hall, before peering over the corner. She could make out a faint figure in the darkness, seeming to be walking away from her. " Who are you? " the clownette hissed, eyes narrowed and stance ready to fight. Usually she wouldn't give anyone the chance to get the drop on her, however, the last thing she wanted to do was attack her teammate on accident.
(i.) the daughter of thor wasn't quite a superhero...yet. she was still in training, going on so called baby missions. and she was sure that stumbling across this wasn't something that a hero in training should see.
(ii.) some serious shit was going down and the demigod, either being too impulsive or brave, decided to step in."hey, bad guys!"
"why don't you pick on someone your own size?"
Okay, that wasn't expected. Sin turned to face the hero, a vicious smile turning up the corners of her ruby red lips. The woman lowered the lollipop from her lips and grinned. "Cute! Brock, it's one of the heroes offspring, coming to pay us a visit." The man she addressed turned around to face the demigod. To say he was intimidating was an understatement. Being 6'4, and muscular was an understatement. He had slick black hair and a cruel light in his coffee colored eyes. And the blood splattered across the front of his shirt didn't help. A smirk slid up his lips and he slowly wiped the blood off the hunting knife on his shirt. "Did they now?"
Sin was tiny compared to Brock hovering between 5'4 and 5'5 and weighing only 113lbs. "Mm, which one are you darling?" She inquired, strolling closer, head cocking to the side.
Sin was tiny compared to Brock hovering between 5'4 and 5'5 and weighing only 113lbs. "Mm, which one are you darling?" She inquired, strolling closer, head cocking to the side.
(i.) luna quickly glanced over to the poor victim, who made immediate eye contact. she nodded at them, giving them a sign that now was their best chance to book it. the attention was on her, and the guy made a safe getaway. thank asgard. the demigod's blue hues flicker between the man and woman, her chest tightening at the sight."does that really matter now?"
(ii.) the teenager asked, mini sparks of lightning flickering between her fingers. the sky above groaned with a clap of thunder.
{&} "Ooh, it's Thor's kid!" Sin giggled out, rocking back on her heels. Personally, Sin and Brock didn't have much against Thor. Yeah, he was a hero but the Asgardian rarely got involved in anything with them, if ever at all. It was mostly Captain America, Falcon, Winter Soldier, ect. Brock arched an eyebrow and casually sheathed the large hunting knife and leaned against the building wall.
{&}"So did you get all your daddy's powers or can you just create sparks?" Sin stared intently at the girl, sucking on the lollipop a moment before lowering it. "Because I definitely think you should dress the part, not just like some random ass teenage. Ya know, be all flashy like him." She mused.
{&}"So did you get all your daddy's powers or can you just create sparks?" Sin stared intently at the girl, sucking on the lollipop a moment before lowering it. "Because I definitely think you should dress the part, not just like some random ass teenage. Ya know, be all flashy like him." She mused.
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(i.) margo had lost track of how long she had been within the grasps of these assholes. the days seemed to blur together, they were all the same. they were trying to break her, trying to turn her. little did they know, margo wasn't breaking. in fact, she's never been stronger.
(ii.) they had just forced her to kill another one of their victims. the blonde refused to use guns, using her psychokinesis to kill off the victims. they always seemed pleased when she did that. right now, the red haired lady was leading her back to her 'room'. the blonde used the back of her hand to wipe the blood that dripped from her nostril, glancing over at the older woman."when am i getting out of here, huh?"
ooc. dude i'd love to rp with her!