Villain Pub 

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Villain Pub 

Villain Pub 

In every town there is a wall. Just a regular brick wall. No door. No pipes. Just a wall. On that wall, there's a brick. Not just any brick. A brick with a symbol. An eye. An eye inside a circle of runes. If one were to tap that brick, just with your finger, mind you, one might find that nothing would happen. However, if one were a villain one might find the wall just... open. A passageway would open in the wall, lined with torches, flickering a dim, green light across thedarkness. At the end of the passageway, one would find a large iron door. One could try to force one's way through the door, but nothing would happen. Instead one must speak the password. "It feels good to be bad." The door would open. Inside, there would be a large room with masks and pictures along the walls. There would be a jukebox in the corner, loaded with villain themes and sinister songs. There would be a counter with a hooded bartender, another room with a saloon, a stage, and a movie theater, another room housing an arcade (don't touch the TRON cabinet, that's where the MCP lives), and various table scattered around the entire place. Above the counter, one would see a sign shaped like a skull and crossbones. 'Villain Pub- founded 342 AD'.

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So you guys have all at least heard of Character Cafés, right? Welcome to
antoher Character Café! This one is kinda different though. Instead of a
nice, freindly place where typically heroes hangout, this is a nice,
(slightly less) freindly place for Villains only. You can bring any Original Character who is a villain into this thread, and they all basically hang out. I will make some cool stuff happen, like heroes trying to come in and thwart the evil or maybe Alien Karyoke or maybe even a scheming session. This is gonna be so much fun! You can make an Original Character for this thread, or you can borrow it from another one. It doesn't matter. There's just one rule. 

 

NO HEROES ALLOWED!

 

 

I will post my Villains after the first person posts. Have fun!!

submitted by General Waffleson, age -457, The Breakfast Kingdom!
(June 2, 2017 - 7:38 am)

Name: Nina Lestrange

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Appearance: Like Bellatrix Lestrange, since she's her mother, except her hair and eyes take after Narcissa Malfoy.

Personality: Cold and cruel, loyal to the Dark Lord, like Bellatrix except smarter.

Weapon: Her wand, hawethorn, dragon heartstring, 14 1/4 in.

Nemesis: Muggles, Teddy Lupin

Other: Enjoys torturing muggles, daughter like mother, but prefers Imperio to Crucio.

submitted by Random Person, age 1-100, Somewhere
(June 4, 2017 - 4:51 pm)

So you are related to Delphi, am I correct? 

submitted by Jedi
(June 5, 2017 - 8:26 am)

Name: Tuerie Diable (formerly Malade Paysan, but she found that name vulnerable)

Age: Probably in her early - mid twenties; her birth records were destroyed 

Gender: Female

Alias (optional): Le Diable/ Madame Décès; occasionally Madame Malade

Appearance: Long, curly or straight (depending on her mood), black hair pinned up around her head with some pieces falling in her face; piercing green eyes and light complexion. She always wears a long, black dress that trails behind her and a long black cape with an intricate silver buckle, black heeled boots, and occasionally, black gloves. She often has black lipstick and nails.

Personality: She is French, and daring; she will do many things she might seem incapable of doing, things that are risky and dangerous. She is sarcastic, and has a sarcastic sense of humor. She often cracks witty jokes right before killing her enemies. She is evil, obviously, but she does fight the evilest of villains, if they get under her skin one too many times...

Weapon (Optional): She has daggers hidden all in her cape and poisoned ones in her boot.

Nemesis (optional): Anyone who dares oppose her.

If they work at the Pub, their occupation: Why would she work at a lowly pub? Her peasant days are over, and she doesn't speak of her childhood. She wishes not to bring back unpleasant memories. She only comes to listen.

Other: Nothing I can think of. Can we start writing now?

submitted by SopranoTwo, Tuerie Diable
(June 4, 2017 - 9:03 pm)

You can start writing if you want. Sorry about the wait and stuff.

submitted by General Waffleson
(June 5, 2017 - 10:25 am)

Genesis: 

I have a hand-drawn one coming. 

Genesis.jpg
submitted by Lucy B., age 13, California
(June 5, 2017 - 12:14 pm)

~Genesis

I glare at the younger elf girl across from me.  She gives me a level scowl in return.  I stand up and slap another flyer in front of her.  Then I walk away to the jukebox.  

I shove in two quarters and play two rounds of Fun House by P!nk.  I listen to the first few lines standing still and then walk to the saloon and pull out a deck of magic cards that ensures that I always win.

submitted by Lucy B., age 13, California
(June 5, 2017 - 3:55 pm)
Rainier~
For at least the thousandth time I speak the password. I walk inside heading towards the bar. I take a particularly battered seat. "How is our fine bartender today?"  The bartender in return says nothing. "Ill take that as a bad! My regular..." The bartender gives me a hurt look, "Please."(we have known each other for years)  "please." As the hooded friend gets my drink I glance over my shoulder to see whos here. Two young girls glare at eachother, then one leaves to go into the saloon. Kids. They think thier so high and mighty. Theres got to be someone here my age. I get my drink. Then, someone sits beside me. 
submitted by Esquire of Rohan
(June 5, 2017 - 7:51 pm)

Alistor~

I love the Villain Pub. No pesky heroes, a steady pay, and plenty of villains to talk to! This place is great! I come to the New York Brick Wall, and tap the little eye. The wall opens as it always does. I walk down the dim passage, inhaling the soke with vigor. I reach the steel door. "It feels good to be bad," I say, careful to enunciate. The steel door opens with a loud 'HISSSSSSSS' and I walk into the pub. There seems to be more people today. I walk over to the counter, greet the hooded bartender, and sit down. Next to me is a man slightly older than me, wearing a black suit. I hold my hand out for him to shake. "Alistor Thatcher, also known as Bonebreaker. And you are?" He shakes my hand. 

"Rainer Tarea, also known as the Black Hand. A pleasure to meet you."

"Just out of curiosity, Mr. Tarea-"

"Please just call me Rainer," he interrupts.

"So, Mr. Rainer, are you grenade proof?" I ask with a sly grin.

"It depends," he replies. What is THAT supposed to mean? I find the nearest uninhabited ccorner in the room. I grab a grenade. I pull the pin, pull up my jacket, and stuff it in my ribcage. Then I run towards the corner. 

"BANZAI!" I yell. The grenade explodes, and my bones go everywhere. There are a couple strange glances, but most people just shrug the explosion off. After I collect all of my bones, I sit bck down with Rainer. "So you're saying you could survive that?"

"Maybe. Like I said, it depends," he answers. If I had eyes, I would be rolling them right now.

submitted by General Waffleson, age -457, The Breakfast Kingdom!
(June 6, 2017 - 6:58 am)

Name: Setcha 

Age: 18 ish

Gender:  Female

Alias (optional): N/A

Appearance: Slight build, with choppy brown hair. One eye is green and the other is blue, but they don't reflect light giving her a creepy dead stare.

Personality: Think classic Slytherin. Sly and cunning, with the ability to press peoples buttons just the right way.

Weapon (Optional): She is able to literally rip the soul out of someone.

Nemesis (optional): N/A 

If they work at the Pub, their occupation: N/A

submitted by Nebula, age 1 Million, The Milky Way
(June 9, 2017 - 2:11 am)
submitted by TOP!!, when do we start?
(June 9, 2017 - 10:15 pm)

Ooh..... this looks fun. AND EVIL. I should totally bring some devil's food cake, because..... I dunno, because it SOUNDS evil. 

Skip the cake. Cake isn't evil. 

*narrows eyes* How would you know that..... You're not evil. Right? RIGHT????? (Oh my goodness if my AEs start doing stuff that I don't know about I'm going to be greatly disturbed.)

Of course I'm not evil you idiot. I'm just saying, have you ever seen an evil villain start monolouging about CAKE? I rest my case.  

Fine, Saphira, I'll let you be the expert on this.

Oh, also, I kid you not, Abigail, when I saw the alignment thing I just went "Aww, they added a DND thing." Yup. I am such a nerd XD 

 

Name: Bree Thorne. (goes by Thorne, pronounced Thorn. Duh.)

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Alias (optional): Red Fury, or just Fury.

Appearance: Straight, blood red hair, that is cropped down to about her chin. Bright red eyes, tan skin, and a scar that runs down one cheek. She wears a red leather jacket over a red tank top, red jeans, and red leather boots. She also always wears two twin sabers across her back in a crossed sheatch that is, you guessed it, red.

Personality: Thorne is pretty much a being of pure fury. She is furious at the world, and at the Time Masters (Not the DC legends ones, ones that Wolfy and I made up. They control the quantum void between dimensions, and who does what in it. Thinking back, I'm not quite sure why I called them TIME masters but..... I did. So there.) She will not stop at anything to complete her goals, but she's not impulsive or rash. She's learned to curb her temper when neccisary, and to be cold and calculating. The combination of these two things makes her a very, very formidable opponant. 

Weapon (Optional): Her two sabers, Bloodred and Scarlet, have bloodred hilts and blades, and each have double handles and their names carved in dragon runes on their blades. She has the ability to channel her dragon energy into them, setting them on fire. She also always keeps several knives concealed in her jacket. 

Nemesis (optional): The Time Masters. 

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

If they work at the Pub, their occupation: Nah. She's just here for drinks and information.

Other: She can breath fire, turn into a dragon fully, or just gain certain characteristics of a dragon, such as sprouting wings or having scales in her human form.

Quick backstory: Thorne is originally from the dragon dimension, which was destroyed by the White Witch and others from the nightmare dimension. (Again, another longish story). Long story short, the Time Masters weren't able to prevent the destruction of her dimension, instead sealing it off to keep the White Witch from opening up other breaches. There are only three known survivors.... Her, Saphira and, when I'm writing myself as a dimension jumper (again with Wolfy) me. So..... there's that trivia for ya XD

Wait, you're from the dragon dimension too? 

Oh come on, I've been thinking about it for the last week or so. You've just been too busy listening to loud metal music and moodily blowing things up to notice.

Yeah, I HAVE been in a bad mood lately. I also don't want to talk about it. 

Fair enough. Luna says "wzzx" *starts randomly singing* Fuzzy, wuzzy, zuzzy x! 

*where did that come from?*
I don't know it just...... popped into my head when I saw that. Wow, I'm weird. (Or maybe, as the General has theorized, there's no such thing as weird because the vast majority of people are different than "normal" people, thus making being normal be weird, thus eliminating the concept all together. And I just realized that I have been rambling on for way too long and this was just supposed to be a charrie sheet, so I'm going to end the post now.)

submitted by Autumn Leaves, age 14, Floating on the breeze
(June 10, 2017 - 7:09 am)

Nina -

I press the eye. I stride down the damp corridor and push the door, muttering my motto, "It feels good to be bad." I find the bartender and slap a few counterfeit galleons and grab a poisoned cupcake, flavored thorns.

I get to the jukebox and turn on the ScenevilRadio. Kahmun Ra's on the darned thing. He was just speaking his famous words, "I have come back to life!" with a permanent tone of disgust.

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Short. I'll do longer ones later. 

submitted by Random Person, age 1-100, Somewhere
(June 10, 2017 - 3:03 pm)

Thorne~

Every town has one. Why should this one be any different? 

Thorne rolled her eyes in disgust. These places were all the same, full of villainous scum who had nothing better to do than sit around all day. It made her furious. 

Again, so did most other things. The Time Masters, Murtagh, badly crafted weapons, hotels, kittens (according to her, they look too innocent), and kareoke. In her words: Who wants to listen to other people sing the song off key when there's an actual musician singing it WELL???? ARGH. 

Thorne snorted when she spotted it. Of COURSE they would place it on the dingiest wall in all of New York. Because why not. She slammed her fist into the wall, strode down the passageway, and spat that ridiculous password at the door. It didn't feel good to be bad, it felt good to be angry. The doors swung open in front of her, and she stormed inside.

The room smelled faintly of gunpowder and firewhiskey, and the bar had sizable chunks missing, as if someone has hacked at it with a battle axe. Thorne wouldn't have been surprised if someone actually had hacked at it with a battle axe. They were in a villain pub in New York, after all. Anything could happen.

She dropped onto a bar stool next to a skeleton and a man in a suit, briefly scowled at them, and then turned to the bartender. "I'll take a double shot of dragon's breath and some information." The bartender, a tall, youngish guy with a buzz cut and some sort of gun at his side, handed her her drink without so much as a curious glance, and leaned forwards. "So, what sort of information you looking for?" Thorne didn't even try to lower her voice. Bartenders always knew everything about everyone, but in a room full of villains, surely someone had to be tracking the Time Masters. There were times to be discreet, but this was not one of them. In a level voice she said, "I'm looking for the Time Masters." The people sitting next to her gave her strange looks, and Thorne casually sipped her dragon's breath, smiling as it burned its way down her throat. The bartender sucked in a breath through his teeth. "You're dragonborne, aren't you." All of the villains who were pretending not to listen earlier fall silent  at that one word. Thorne pulled her lips back in a sneer. "Everyone knows that all of the dragonborne are dead. None survived the destruction of their dimension. You'd be an idiot to assume that." The bartender picked up a glass and casually began cleaning it. "You downed that dragon's breath as easily as if it were water. Not many can do that." I silently slide my talons out below the bar, preparing for a fight. The bartender continues. "And besides, there have been rumors of a dragonborne around these parts who calls herself the Red Fury." He raises an eyebrow. "You seem to fit the description rather well." 

Thorne realized that there were two decisions she could make at this moment. She could, A: take on a room full on hardened criminals by herself and most likely lose, or she could B: Use this opportunity to get information. It was quite obvious, really. She stood, letting her wings unfurl from her back and her talons curve from her fingers. Flapping her wings once, she launched herself on top of the bar, turned to crowd, and said "Does anyone know where I can find the Time Masters?"

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Luna says "bnio" Biotechnical ipod? Or Benoit, like Michelle and Scarlet from the Lunar Chronicles?

*second one. My name is Luna, after all. 

submitted by Autumn Leaves, age 14, Floating on the breeze
(June 11, 2017 - 12:40 pm)

Erm, not to be rude, but All the villain pub walls lead to the same place. Maybe I forgot to specify that. Soory (I'm part Canadadadanian, so I say soory a lot)

Kilp says hdef.

High Definition? Or maybe he's deaf? 

 

submitted by General Waffleson
(June 11, 2017 - 5:11 pm)

Ooooh...... ok, then. Forget that part XD

submitted by Autumn Leaves, age 14, Floating on the breeze
(June 11, 2017 - 6:50 pm)