Mama appears as the model 1950s housewife in a gingham gown and apron, with the bodice open and revealing her ribcage with dusty, rotted organs inside and trying to seep out between the bones, staining the apron and dress. Her arms are long and her hands oversized and boast terrible and long claws. Her face is covered by a gasmask, as if in fear of an air raid. Her legs are strange and inhuman, knees bent backwards and hooved.
An apparition, a mysterious figure that stalks the battlefield, she takes the form of a wailing, wounded mother, crying out to the dying soldiers in a haunting voice:
"Come to me my child, and I shall enact vengeance on those who have wronged you."
Those who summon Mama are known as Mama's Boys and Girls. She is fairly benevolent to them and will do their bidding.
Mama's particularly disliked by Heaven and Hell being that she acts as a free agent, a rogue demon that takes souls under her wing, thus screwing up the soul count for both parties. Angelic and demonic mercenaries have been sent to put an end to her, but since her first appearance back during the Crusades, none have been successful.
Mama is fairly neutral in the ongoing Heaven vs. Hell debate. She has her own agenda of which nobody seems to be sure.
Her movement is nothing short of nightmarish, lurchy, jerky.
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Mama
And if you would call me your sweetheart, then maybe I'd sing you a song~
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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by CrashQueen
Description
Personality
Who knows? She seems unusually calm, even in the face of bloodshed and death. Despite a frightening visage, those who see her would describe her presence as soothing, and many regard her as an 'angel of the battlefield' considering she can pluck a man from the jaws of death.
Her mannerisms are very polite, almost antiquated. She carries a fondness for children of all ages and is very protective of them, as her name would state. Think of a loving mother, then give that mother Hellish powers. That's basically Mama.
History
Some believe she's the ghost of a mother who lost her son in a war waged for corrupt means.
Some think she's just a demon who deserted Lucifer and went her own way of capturing the souls of men.
But most don't care. Mama simply is what she is.
So begins...
Mama's Story
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The table above Innocentia and Demi would thud as if a great weight had been dropped on it and a second woman appeared, buxom form draped in a corset, chemise, and stockings, like a woman who'd been stripped of her clothing and left to die. She was an effigy to a woman however, standing much taller than your typical man even.
"My poor baby..." she lamented. "Is the nasty scourge beast hurting you?"
She slid off the table, both feet hitting the floor with a loud clack of heeled boots, the only things visible to the two.
"Let me kiss and make it better."
"My poor baby..." she lamented. "Is the nasty scourge beast hurting you?"
She slid off the table, both feet hitting the floor with a loud clack of heeled boots, the only things visible to the two.
"Let me kiss and make it better."
"I see reasoning like adults is out of the question then." Mama concluded with a sigh.
Reaching behind her, she'd remove one of the charred pikes that pierced through her back and brandish it. She'd duck somewhat to jab the weapon into the dark aiming for Innocentia's head, preferably through her other eye. The asymmetry! Infuriating!
"Release the child, scourge. You had your chance!"
Reaching behind her, she'd remove one of the charred pikes that pierced through her back and brandish it. She'd duck somewhat to jab the weapon into the dark aiming for Innocentia's head, preferably through her other eye. The asymmetry! Infuriating!
"Release the child, scourge. You had your chance!"
Mama grabbed Demi with a spindly hand and pulled the child over to her. Cradling the girl to her, her embrace less manic and vicious than that of Innocentia. The Amazon-like woman dropped to her knees to better comfort the wounded girl, stroking her hair affectionately.
Her voice wasn't a cacophony of sound, but soothing and deep, like a lullaby in and of itself.
"Sssssh, sssh, my dear. It's alright now. I'm here. I won't let anything happen to you."
She smelled of perfume, and faintly of brimstone. As she stroked, Demi's cuts would heal little by little. Mama looked like she would have been beautiful, but her face was obscured by a black-laced veil.
Her voice wasn't a cacophony of sound, but soothing and deep, like a lullaby in and of itself.
"Sssssh, sssh, my dear. It's alright now. I'm here. I won't let anything happen to you."
She smelled of perfume, and faintly of brimstone. As she stroked, Demi's cuts would heal little by little. Mama looked like she would have been beautiful, but her face was obscured by a black-laced veil.
Olly decided not to push the matter any further either as he lit up his own cigarette, glancing about the bar.
"For a day half the population despises, there aren't many drunk cynics here. Maybe it's just a bit too early...Not enough of the day to sink in and get angry about."
Even alone, he'd never regretted Valentines day. It was just a day to ensure that the few people you did have in your life felt appreciated. Timo, for all his shortcomings, would at least get a card. As for his long-departed mother, he'd be sure to pay his respects. But not today.
Today was not a day for being down.
"That sounds pretty nice actually. You know...with this registration of ours, the government will actually pay us as a thank you for being committed to not making retarded hybrids and contributing to the overpopulation problem. It's an incentive of sorts."
He twiddled his thumbs.
"So I can afford to work less and spend more time with you. At least, that's the theory. To make sure of it I'm going to have to ask Pops for some cash. But I doubt he would mind..."
"For a day half the population despises, there aren't many drunk cynics here. Maybe it's just a bit too early...Not enough of the day to sink in and get angry about."
Even alone, he'd never regretted Valentines day. It was just a day to ensure that the few people you did have in your life felt appreciated. Timo, for all his shortcomings, would at least get a card. As for his long-departed mother, he'd be sure to pay his respects. But not today.
Today was not a day for being down.
"That sounds pretty nice actually. You know...with this registration of ours, the government will actually pay us as a thank you for being committed to not making retarded hybrids and contributing to the overpopulation problem. It's an incentive of sorts."
He twiddled his thumbs.
"So I can afford to work less and spend more time with you. At least, that's the theory. To make sure of it I'm going to have to ask Pops for some cash. But I doubt he would mind..."
Mama held Demi at length and looked her over, the only part of the woman's face visible were a pair of red-painted lips. "Don't cry, my child. You cannot blame yourself for the actions of others, especially the rotten-hearted creatures that stalk the earth. They are miserable, so they must make everybody around them feel the same. Terrible beings they are."
She pat Demi on the head with a smile. Her own form was likely just as terrifying as the scourge demon's had been: she was bloody and battered, several wooden pikes rammed through her, one being a charred cross that entered through her left shoulder and exited near her right hip. She moved as if in constant agony, her movements a bit twitchy. A stark contrast to the smoothness of her voice.
"What is your name, child?"
She pat Demi on the head with a smile. Her own form was likely just as terrifying as the scourge demon's had been: she was bloody and battered, several wooden pikes rammed through her, one being a charred cross that entered through her left shoulder and exited near her right hip. She moved as if in constant agony, her movements a bit twitchy. A stark contrast to the smoothness of her voice.
"What is your name, child?"
"Mama." She replied simply, still resting on her knees. "I can't bear to see any child come to harm, so I had to interfere. It seems that's my lot in life these days, keeping scourges like that one in check. It's unfortunate...punishment really isn't what I want to be doing."
Finally she stood up, her near 7-foot height seeming giantlike to Demi. "Do your parents know you are here? In a bar of all places."
Finally she stood up, her near 7-foot height seeming giantlike to Demi. "Do your parents know you are here? In a bar of all places."
The woman nodded and gave Demi another pat to the head. "She is lucky to have such a lovely little girl. Perhaps now you'll know better than to go sneaking off. That creature would have killed you."
She gave the wag of the finger to Demi, as if the girl were her own child. Technically, everybody was her child. Mama fancied herself the Madonna of the modern-age. The earth-mother. A guardian spirit with plans she kept to herself. Whatever it was.
She gave the wag of the finger to Demi, as if the girl were her own child. Technically, everybody was her child. Mama fancied herself the Madonna of the modern-age. The earth-mother. A guardian spirit with plans she kept to herself. Whatever it was.
"Hmmmm hmmmm hmmm~" came the humming of a female voice, curling across the bar across the tinny music and typical din of the area. A woman who was not previously there before now sat at the table furthest from the door, knitting a black....something in her lap.
She worked quietly, seemingly ignoring the calamity going on. The clicking of needles accompanied her motherly tone, but upon closer inspection, one would find that instead of needles held in her hands, the needles were PART of her hand.
There would be bloodshed, and Mama was ready to drink her fill.
She worked quietly, seemingly ignoring the calamity going on. The clicking of needles accompanied her motherly tone, but upon closer inspection, one would find that instead of needles held in her hands, the needles were PART of her hand.
There would be bloodshed, and Mama was ready to drink her fill.
The knitting needles' click ceased as the woman glanced up at Khross lay waste across one half of the bar. Her movement was measured as she lifted a hand and retracted the needle before reaching to her back and withdrawing the charred cross that pierced her through shoulder and hip with a sickening, squelching sound. She stood slowly, using the cross as a crutch to hold her up.
Not sitting, it became readily apparent that this was not your average woman. Her grayed skin was bloody and bruised, or at least, what one could see through her chemise, corset, and bloomers. Her face and shoulders were obscured by a black lace veil, her raven hair done up with black ribbon and dyed peacock spears and eyes. Her lips, painted red with a single errant drop, curled into a grin.
"Looks like a busy night~" She spoke to nobody in particular, a lilt in her voice.
Not sitting, it became readily apparent that this was not your average woman. Her grayed skin was bloody and bruised, or at least, what one could see through her chemise, corset, and bloomers. Her face and shoulders were obscured by a black lace veil, her raven hair done up with black ribbon and dyed peacock spears and eyes. Her lips, painted red with a single errant drop, curled into a grin.
"Looks like a busy night~" She spoke to nobody in particular, a lilt in her voice.
Demons, you say?
While Mama wasn’t exactly one of those conniving, soul-sucking, bitch soldiers of Lucifer, she certainly did carry a few of their qualities. The auras were similar, though while hers instilled a small sense of foreboding, causing the hairs on the back of the humans’ necks to stand on end, it was warm and strangely inviting. Like a hug from a complete stranger.
A hug that so many had accepted from her.
She’d taken to haunting Gambits because it was known for its bloodshed, and offered plenty of souls to gather for her own little team, separate from Heaven or Hell. Nobody knew what she was planning, but to be completely honest, neither did Mama. Now she sat at a table off to the side, doing a cross stitch with a bone needle and smokey thread, humming to herself.
She would have appeared like any other mother, barring the fact that even sitting she was still taller than your average man.
While Mama wasn’t exactly one of those conniving, soul-sucking, bitch soldiers of Lucifer, she certainly did carry a few of their qualities. The auras were similar, though while hers instilled a small sense of foreboding, causing the hairs on the back of the humans’ necks to stand on end, it was warm and strangely inviting. Like a hug from a complete stranger.
A hug that so many had accepted from her.
She’d taken to haunting Gambits because it was known for its bloodshed, and offered plenty of souls to gather for her own little team, separate from Heaven or Hell. Nobody knew what she was planning, but to be completely honest, neither did Mama. Now she sat at a table off to the side, doing a cross stitch with a bone needle and smokey thread, humming to herself.
She would have appeared like any other mother, barring the fact that even sitting she was still taller than your average man.
“Girl’s right you know.” The woman replied, not once looking up from her cross stitch, but the voice lingered by Alexander’s ear, tickling it with warm breath, yet she remained across the room, humming and sewing. “It’s impolite to stare.”
In that instant, Mama looked up, though her face was primarily obscured by the veil she wore, her eyes shone white behind it, glowing like a cat’s eyes do in dim light. Alexander would feel the prickly feeling travel from the back of his neck downwards, like he had steel wool for a spinal cord. The sensation only heightened when a smile crept across her red lips.
“Does my presence disturb you, boy?”
In that instant, Mama looked up, though her face was primarily obscured by the veil she wore, her eyes shone white behind it, glowing like a cat’s eyes do in dim light. Alexander would feel the prickly feeling travel from the back of his neck downwards, like he had steel wool for a spinal cord. The sensation only heightened when a smile crept across her red lips.
“Does my presence disturb you, boy?”
The clicking of needles emanated from the distant corner of the bar as a woman sat, head bent, knitting in the corner. But it was no scarf or hat she was fabricating, but darkness itself, a smoking, curling stretch of darkness that wriggled like a serpent that she was holding the tail of. She hummed an old tune as she worked, the scarf growing longer and longer as the volume of her humming increased and decreased, rolling in waves.
Upon closer inspection, the supposed needles she was using was actually her long, clawed, fingers. She raised her head to study the surroundings.
Gambits was a place of violence and bloodshed, so she felt just as at home here than she did skulking around the battlefields. Mama was home.
Upon closer inspection, the supposed needles she was using was actually her long, clawed, fingers. She raised her head to study the surroundings.
Gambits was a place of violence and bloodshed, so she felt just as at home here than she did skulking around the battlefields. Mama was home.
The setting changes from Gambit's Bar to The Abandoned Slums
A haunting melody hung in the foggy air, rising and falling as the figure paced her way back and forth through the abandoned streets, glancing at the garbage, the long-dead skeletons, the damage that felt near post-apocalyptic.
“Shame, shame,” she purred out as she lifted the wasted wrist of dessicated corpse before dropping it. “I could have offered you another way home~” Her voice wasn’t that of disappointment, but could only be described as a mother-knows-best tone of voice. The wind caught her veil and let it trail behind her in an ethereal manner, her staccato movements providing a contrast that made her appearance unsettling.
Glancing up from her examination she spotted the good doctor, familiarized with the black bag of a field medic. Interesting indeed. The ghastly figure approached him before offering a smile with her blood red lips. “Good evening to you, sir. How refreshing to find somebody still yet alive in this dreadful place.”
Dreadful as it was, she found it rather homey.
“Shame, shame,” she purred out as she lifted the wasted wrist of dessicated corpse before dropping it. “I could have offered you another way home~” Her voice wasn’t that of disappointment, but could only be described as a mother-knows-best tone of voice. The wind caught her veil and let it trail behind her in an ethereal manner, her staccato movements providing a contrast that made her appearance unsettling.
Glancing up from her examination she spotted the good doctor, familiarized with the black bag of a field medic. Interesting indeed. The ghastly figure approached him before offering a smile with her blood red lips. “Good evening to you, sir. How refreshing to find somebody still yet alive in this dreadful place.”
Dreadful as it was, she found it rather homey.
The apparition watched Smiles write in his notebook, only half wondering what sort of quips he could possibly make about her. She was tall, abnormally tall at a staggering 9 feet in height, her body bristling with burnt debris, her bones crackling. All that could be seen of her face was her mouth, turned up in a curious grin as she too studied the man.
“Do you live here then?”
“Do you live here then?”
“How depressing.” She stepped towards him, studying him with a curiosity not unlike a dolphin. The renegade demoness was intrigued by all sorts of things about humans, such as why they would even bother killing each other in the first place. Her movements were jerky, spasmic, due to her injured legs. “What do you call yourself then?”
She could tell that this man was one of few words, but she was determined to draw them out. “Some sort of doctor...” she began, reaching a long-fingered hand out to prod at the facemask that Smiles wore. Her touch was cold but inviting at the same time. Like jumping into a pool on a hot day.
She could tell that this man was one of few words, but she was determined to draw them out. “Some sort of doctor...” she began, reaching a long-fingered hand out to prod at the facemask that Smiles wore. Her touch was cold but inviting at the same time. Like jumping into a pool on a hot day.
“Hmm? I’ve never thought about it. If I put my mind to it, I can cut through steel.”
She was a savior of the battlefield after all, and dying soldiers were hard to get through the debris of war without her tearing it up. She was a force to be reckoned with when she was on a hunt for soldiers’ souls. Many feared her while still others welcomed her with open arms.
“Primarily I just use them to cut through shadows, or the enemies of those who call out to me...”
It was old magic at work here.
She was a savior of the battlefield after all, and dying soldiers were hard to get through the debris of war without her tearing it up. She was a force to be reckoned with when she was on a hunt for soldiers’ souls. Many feared her while still others welcomed her with open arms.
“Primarily I just use them to cut through shadows, or the enemies of those who call out to me...”
It was old magic at work here.
Mama glanced down at the bloodied hand that finally released from her ankle, an annoyed grimace on her ruby red lips. Another stubborn one! Just what were these people so afraid of? Did she not look trustworthy? Was she not a benevolent apparition? To refuse to join the ranks of Mama’s Children was an insult to her! If she couldn’t save your soul, then you didn’t deserve one to begin with!
She glanced up at the sound of Christie’s footsteps, lips pursed, sucking in a cloud of vapor that had the presence of a solid, the sound rattling about in her ribcage. Standing up to her full height, she was practically a giant.
“Hello~” Mama purred to the woman.
Off in the near distance she could see Smiles kicking through the filth, searching.
She glanced up at the sound of Christie’s footsteps, lips pursed, sucking in a cloud of vapor that had the presence of a solid, the sound rattling about in her ribcage. Standing up to her full height, she was practically a giant.
“Hello~” Mama purred to the woman.
Off in the near distance she could see Smiles kicking through the filth, searching.
If Mama could die again, it would be a peaceful death, likely, just fading into nothingness as people begin to question and ultimately deny her existence. But that was unlikely...she would be kept alive, as long as there was war, as long as there were soldiers and civilians that lay dying, Mama’s name would be evoked, and she would live on...Forever.
Unless Christie could see her original death of impalement and being burned alive for heresy. Then it was fire. Fire and screaming and cursing the worlds Above and Below.
“You are in possession of an Othersight, aren’t you?” She asked curiously, her unseen eyes focused on the Seer’s discolored ones.
Ivan’s folly did bring a warm laugh from the Amazon-like woman as she grinned, holding her razor-nailed hands behind her back. “I don’t think that bird likes you much, child.”
Unless Christie could see her original death of impalement and being burned alive for heresy. Then it was fire. Fire and screaming and cursing the worlds Above and Below.
“You are in possession of an Othersight, aren’t you?” She asked curiously, her unseen eyes focused on the Seer’s discolored ones.
Ivan’s folly did bring a warm laugh from the Amazon-like woman as she grinned, holding her razor-nailed hands behind her back. “I don’t think that bird likes you much, child.”
“An unfortunate trait, poor dear. Sometimes the Fates treat us so unfairly, but everything has its purpose,” she replied, daring to gently pat Christie on the head. “There’s no sense shedding tears over things we cannot control.”
Those nails were dangerous, but Mama handled them with the utmost care. She stroked a piece of Christie’s hair back behind her ears before standing back up and pausing. Trying to sneak up on the otherworldly was not a successful venture.
“My daughter, why do you deem it necessary to attempt a stealthy approach? Don’t you know I have eyes everywhere?” Did she? Well, it’s not like one could see much of her face with that veil covering it.
When Smiles appeared and started his study on the corpse she’d left she smirked. “Ah, so here we meet again, good Doctor. How do you like my handiwork?”
Mama had little tolerance for people who didn’t want to become one of her children. While the victim had only been suffering fatal stab wounds from the attack, the youth worsened their position when they refused Mama’s offer. Salvation or mutilation? The choice was so obvious. Why did they choose wrong?
And finally, as an aside.
“All God’s creatures are my children~” Not creepy at all, lady.
Those nails were dangerous, but Mama handled them with the utmost care. She stroked a piece of Christie’s hair back behind her ears before standing back up and pausing. Trying to sneak up on the otherworldly was not a successful venture.
“My daughter, why do you deem it necessary to attempt a stealthy approach? Don’t you know I have eyes everywhere?” Did she? Well, it’s not like one could see much of her face with that veil covering it.
When Smiles appeared and started his study on the corpse she’d left she smirked. “Ah, so here we meet again, good Doctor. How do you like my handiwork?”
Mama had little tolerance for people who didn’t want to become one of her children. While the victim had only been suffering fatal stab wounds from the attack, the youth worsened their position when they refused Mama’s offer. Salvation or mutilation? The choice was so obvious. Why did they choose wrong?
And finally, as an aside.
“All God’s creatures are my children~” Not creepy at all, lady.
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