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Twisted Cheshire

"Oooh~Candy! Too bad the baby couldn't eat it... I LOVE candy!"

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a character in “The Midnight Society.”, as played by MagicalImaginationz

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The Twisted Cheshire




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"I'm not crazy, I just have a diffrent reality than you." -Cheshire Cat




Image Name: Aryll (Ar-e-yell) Lilac Banks
"I love my name...<3"

Age: Twenty-One
"Don't I look younger?"

Alias: Twisted Cheshire (people just say Cheshire instead)
"Cats are gorgeous things aren't they?"

Height: 5"6
"I know I'm really short...."

Weight: 89 lbs.
"Lightness is a benefit for me."

Infamy: Known as "Acro-Cat" in the underworld. This is because of her unusual flexibility, and sometimes while she is in her human form, she will put on shows.
"I'm famous? How delightful.."

Appearance: While in her human form, Cheshire will have long brown hair, and honey orange eyes. You could say she is slender, with a few nice curves below her chest. She also has faint purple tips in her hair, they go unnoticed unless you have good eyes.
"Do you like what you see?"




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Personality: Cheshire is what you might expect her to be. A mischevious, intelligent, insane cat. She's as crazy you could get. But aside from that, she's a genius. That's why her pranks always succeed. She is very nice, but a little shy, she barely says a word around people she doesn't know. Cheshire is socially awkward. She can't hold a conversation for long.

Cheshire also gets embarrased easily. This side of her personality, the genius, shy girl is her normal self. Her alter ego is the opposite. This is when she is in her cat form. She turns into a mischevious, mysterious, crazy lying cat. Only so many people can put up with her sudden riddles and pranks. Both her human and cat self can communicate with cats just by looking at them. Cheshire absolutely LOVES the adorable kitties.
"You better watch your back, or I'll catch you off-guard!"

Power: Cat-like abilities and toxic gas abilities. Her cat-like abilities is what allowed her to transform into a cat. Her toxic powers are things like blowing poison gas onto someone with her mouth, Or making it appear. Her personal favorite is her 'Toxic Kiss' which is when she kisses someone on the cheek or lips, leaving them to die from poison and toxic touch.
"Make sure not to kiss me~"

Bio: When Cheshire was young, she had no friends. Nobody liked her. She isolated herself from the world. When she got her powers, she tried becoming a super hero. One of the heros said her power was worthless and of no use. Cheshire was furious. It was her one chance to make friends, and for everyone to like her. Instead she became a villian. Wreaking havoc on the city and stealing things. Her main crime is stealing jewels, jewelry, and anything pretty that is worth a lot. With her cat abilities, she was able to sneak around easily. She never really ranked up, so she is still a C-List villian.
"I've had a difficult past.."

Strengths:
Sneakiness
Being hidden (her eyes glow in the dark)
Using a sniper
Attaking from afar (attacks close with gas and far with sniper)
"I'm not weak... and you know it!"

Weaknesses:
Water (she can't swim or she'll drown)
Shiny or pretty objects
Sharp objects
Her past
"Don't spill my secrets!"





So begins...

Twisted Cheshire's Story

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Moments into the writhing pile of confusion Stretch randomly felt everything seem to get a whole lot lighter, three fourths of the group literaly floating upwards momentarily as gravity no longer applied to them-he had to admit it felt pretty cool. It's a good thing that Miss Crazy made it out of the pile already Stretch thought to himself as the whole group seemed to upright themselves in the cramped confines of the closet. The last thing they needed right now was a zero gravity Misstress Mania...he could only imagine all the possible horrors.

Stretch had found himself cursing inwardly at Vincent's outburst. The white haired gun toting man wasn't screaming or anything, but Stretch was still worried about his raised voice alerting the guards. He'd heard stories of Blue Tesla after all-and he realllly didn't want to get vaporized by lightning at this point in his career. Luckily the purple clad man Stretch had come to know as Dr. Grav pretty much voiced his thoughts exactly. It made him like the man slightly more, plus he had a pretty neat power. Guess nowatimes as good as any for introductions. he thought to himself as he put on his best face for his criminal cohorts (sadly only half of his face was visible, so it looked more like a crazed version of Hamburglar with a mad grin).

Stretching his black and white Striped arms all around the room he shook everyone's hands in turn (comically when he reached Vincent he simply shook the pistol in Vincents hand.) "The names Stretch." He said in his gruff yet somewhat friendly voice. He finished shaking hands with Misstress Mania last, giving her a look. "Not Hamburglar."

"Oh come on Frank, you can't not have heard that" One of the voices from outside the door spoke up again.

"OH MY GOD Ted. Do you ever shut the fuck up? This is like last time your SWORE the Crimson Avengers were in the airducts. You remember how that turned out?" The other voice known as Frank responded in kind.

"Yeah...your...probably right"

Hearing all this on the other side Stretch decided Dr. Grav was probably right, they needed to act soon. "So...Who wants to take out Frank and Ted there? I can slingshot my way out of here when we open the doors, probably take out a guard or two on the other end of the hall." He told the group in a quick hushed tone.

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No one stepped up to take the blame. Vincent only smacked with his mouth in disapproval of their way to deal with the situation, he was not in the mood to be calmed down. He was not in the mood to play this little game with these people either. He just wanted to head away from this, home if he had one, and forget about it all. Perhaps all he needed was to sleep, he wasn't sure, but he wasn't able to frown much more than he already was. The deep wrinkles on his forehead made him look more like a old man than someone his age.

When the funny looking one tried to shake his pistol like he shook the others hands Vincent simply withdrew his gun from the man’s hand like he would have done with his own hand as well. No one was allowed to touch his pistols, to dirty them with their stains. So as the introduction continued Vincent simply just growled lowly to himself as he tried to clean the gun against his leather jacket, something that was much harder than he thought it would be.

But there was one idea he liked, something that captured his attention. The mentioning of shooting the guards outside of the door instead of the others, it was the purple man that had mentioned it first. But soon the strange looking one, the one calling himself Sketch, Stench, something like that - Vincent didn't care the slightest, asked who wanted to take them down. But there was no point in talking anymore, Vincent had never been a man that enjoyed that. He did things. And thought about the consequences afterwards.

So as soon as the man mentioned it he simply took the few steps towards the door without preparing the other ones and slammed his foot against it, discretion was not something he dealt with. Of course the loud smash of the door suddenly opening made the two guards react. The first one turning his face towards the commotion but was just able to glimpse at the white character before he fell to the ground as one shoot was fired, hitting him right between the eyes.

The second one didn't have much more time react, he was just about grasp against his own weapons when the white figure smashed the other gun towards his nose as he made the way out of the storage open for the others. Not because he was going to leave the second man alive, he had no intention to keep anyone alive, he never did. He enjoyed killing them, but he enjoyed toying with them as well. Which was why he smashed his face with the gun first before pressing it up under the man’s chin before pulling the trigger again. The sounds of the shoots could be heard echoing after it was done. Because no, Vincent didn't use silencers on his guns.

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- Underground Compound

Although he was glad to have things under way, Grav remained surprised at how fast things went from sneaky to explosive, as if someone turned a literal tension dial from two to eleven. It appeared as though his suggestion to the white one hadn't fallen on deaf ears after all, although the manner in which he carried it out did little to quell the apprehension Grav had towards him. The striped one had introduced himself however, grasping Wilson's hand awkwardly out of no where, resulting in a hasty smile from him out of politeness.

Needless to say, Stretch immediately reacted to the rather brutal attack, slingshotting himself out of the closet in a blur. Followed by the manic girl, zipping her way through sets of henchmen. Unfortunately Grav found himself standing motionless in the closet, stunned into paralysis by the quickly unfolding events. His hesitation dawned on him rather quickly, noticing how odd it was for him to be standing by while his makeshift compatriots began to fight their way to the prize they were here for.

"Okay... uh... what do I do?" The words shot through Grav's head, his reluctant and defeated personality preventing him from acting. At times like this he would have preferred for his other nature to overwhelm him, at least then he would be able to carry out the operation.

"No, I... I have to do this" he mumbled, "My future criminal standing depends on it".

With a new and uncharacteristic motivation overcoming him, Grav steadied himself, his eyes focused on the task at hand. Taking a step back. Tightening his muscles. Running one had through his short mess of dark blonde hair, stretching the other at his side.

Shooting from the back of the closet, Grav was now lighter than average, able to bound completely over where Mr White was being assaulted by a barrage of lightening. With his body tightened up and his feet pointing forward, Grav cleared the two who now began to recharge. Falling lightly behind, he wasted no time, swinging his leg across the floor swiftly. Suddenly the air was heavier and with a shift of gravity his leg gained a considerable amount of density, colliding with one of the henchman's poor calves.

Quickly shifting gravity to the same point was something he didn't have fully mastered but had slowly been experimenting with in the last few months, coming in very useful for high activity situations. As the henchman unknowingly fell to the side, his leg no doubt fractured by the sudden force of Grav's moving appendage, he was soon thrown across the room regardless, as he and his team mates found themselves at the mercy of the Gir's unusual, and colourful, burning power.

Grav took no time to observe the display, as much as he wanted to, taking a breath and again vaulting across the hallway towards the new set of guards that had been highlighted by the thoughts of stretch and the Girl. Wincing and containing his surprise as he rocketed through an incredible show of multicoloured light, Grav neared the group of freshly approaching henchman.

In a flash, he had collided with one of them, taking him off of his feet as he regained his original weight. Finally, impressing even himself, as Grav and the guard spun to the ground, he let loose a smoke grenade from his vest that flew over the guards and exploded into a white cloud in front of them, obscuring their vision.

He and the lone guard slowed and hit against the hallway wall, with Grav placing his hand against his captive's chest, forcing his clothes to weigh as if they were made of iron. As the guard squirmed against the floor he was now effectively glued to, Grav finally came back to reality and took note of what had just occurred.

"Phew"