Moon Thorn
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
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| Moon Thorn | |
| Player: | |
| Origin: | Natural |
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| Archetype: | Tanker |
| Security Level: | Lowish Currently |
| Personal Data | |
| Real Name: | Not revealed |
| Known Aliases: | None |
| Species: | Unknown |
| Age: | She refuses to tell any but her closest friends ( Those who can tell age can tell she is beyond the conventional ideas of 'ancient' ) |
| Height: | 6'0" |
| Weight: | 115 LBS |
| Eye Color: | Varies from silver to blue to dark blue to red and gold |
| Hair Color: | Dark Brown |
| Biographical Data | |
| Nationality: | Unknown |
| Occupation: | None |
| Place of Birth: | Confidential |
| Base of Operations: | Unknown |
| Marital Status: | Single |
| Known Relatives: | Unknown |
| Known Powers | |
| Control over the Dark Netherworld and it's Super Natural energies (allowing her to channel these Dark Powers into attacks and defenses ), Prenaturally strong, Prenaturally fast, slight shapeshifting abilities and a very powerful and practised form of hypnosis | |
| Known Abilities | |
| Confidential | |
| Equipment | |
| EMP dischargers built into gloves ( limited charge ), Web Grenades, Throwing Knives, A single 38 Revolver with hollow point bullets and shaded/nanotech contact lenses as well as wrist mounted computer system ( allowing her access to a mind-linked computer interface ) | |
| The skull she wears on her shoulder is noteably the skull of something fanged that was once alive and once crossed her ( You probably know what it is, just use common sense ), She has four heart beats, she smells of vanilla smoke and blood, her eyes are alluring and captivating and her aura is always dark though sultry and quite seductive. | |
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Affiliations
If one did enough checking they would find that Moon Thorn has connections to a secret and highly protected Order, this Order seems to be of a darker persuasion and those within it are noted for being particularly cold or vicious for heroes. This is a loosely knit Order and not one that is known for being in the public eye or working together.
Friends and Allies
As for the moment Moon Thorn seems to have no friends and although she has enslaved several people she later released them for lack of interest in them. The only person she has met to which she felt a possible connection was a cocky young man by the name of Trey
Supergroup:
None
Coalitions
None
Personality
Moon Thorn has a complex personality often times coming off as cold and unfeeling, some times as friendly and outgoing, other times as dark and sexy and many times as dominating, powerful and sultry. Her personality or personalities as they are seem to be due to the life she's lived and the things that she has done.
Character History : The Past
Little is actually known about Moon Thorn including her actual name as she often refuses to reveal her history to anyone but her closest friends of which she has none. To those that can tell the age of a person by scent or some other means they would not be able to tell an exact date, just that they were in the presence of something that was so unbelievably old that she made the word 'ancient' look pitiful. What is known is that at some point in time Moon Thorn was part of a very primitive culture that worshipped the Gods of the Planet ( her planet ) and that the Gods of the Planet weren't just myths, they were very real and they very much sought more and more power for themselves and their domains; seeking dominance amongst the other Gods. When she was still young, young by her peoples standards at least she was taken by the Moon Goddess, chosen from a group of young girls who were meant to be sacrifices to be taken as a vessel for the Moon Goddess' power. Her tribe, worshipping the Moon Goddess was at war with a neighboring tribe whom worshipped the Sun God. At the dawn of her childhood she was altered by the Moon Goddess as and as a vessel was meant to serve as the Moon Goddess' right hand, her personal warrior. Her blood tainted, spirit ripped asunder and then put back together and her entire world forever changed against her will. And even at this young age she was expected to serve her new Dark Mistress, the Moon Goddess as a killer, an assassin and a harbinger of darkness and death to bring power and glory for the Moon. Imbued with dark powers, able to draw upon the Netherworld of her land which the Moon Goddess reigned within she had become more than any human and at the same time she knew less. She had been perverted into something unnatural and was expected to learn, embrace and perpetuate hatred, anger and death and this even in her primitive mind was wrong. With no where to go, however and no choice in the matter as she knew she wasn't strong enough and would surely be destroyed if she attempted she obeyed and destroyed.
Years and years passed with her under the service and command of the Moon Goddess, her hatred steadily growing as anger festered within her for a stolen childhood, being so violated so spiritually and being forced to kill. She regularly watched other children wishing that her childhood could be one of simple play and a regular life rather than this killing, maiming and destroying.. With her anger and hatred her power also grew, she learned that by feeding off those with power she could take some of their power and grow in strength herself, slowly but surely she did so making it a rule to only destroy the wicked in this fashion as the righteous that she slayed, the innocent and those who simply followed a seperate creed did not deserve such a fate and that their power should not be her own, it should not become a weapon of hate and rage. In the years that continued to pass she would finally ascend to a high enough plane of power that she was able to escape the Moon Goddess' realm.
Memories from her perspective
On a single faithful night she rose from her rest, padding silently through the darkness and the corridors of the dark dimension. This little girl so young, so petite and yet so deadly.. Eyes full of hate as she came upon creatures of the Netherworld so thoughtlessly faithful to the Moon Goddess, so wicked and so corrupt.. And she knew she was becoming this way as well, each and every time she gave into her rage and humoured her hate but it didn't matter. Where idea's of play, innocence and sun filled days would dance through the minds of girls and boys her age idea's of malice, rage, blood soaked nights and murder pranced chaotically through hers. She descended upon the creatures, equally a creature of darkness, a beast in her throes of emotion and rage and brimming with hatred began to teach them a lesson.. A very simple lesson that so simple in it's complexity she knew was well beyond her years for understanding; "Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap."
She struck dealing lethal blows one after the other, the Netherworld flowing so freely and perfectly through her lithe delicate form, each punch tearing holes through the bodies of her enemies.. And they were her enemies, at least she knew that much she was still right about. Darkness surged and raged around her as blood rained down upon her and the corridors her eyes full of blood lust, she slayed each and every creature within the Moon Goddess' court and ran through her little nightshirt fluttering around her body, dripping blood behind her, an innocent little child so warped by the cruelness of reality, blood sliding along those angry.. Angry eyes.. Hair so wet, so very wet.. Tears rolling down her face as she felt the pain from her rage, her soul twisting and turning and as she finally came to the portal leading the Netherworld to the Living World she wondered; "Do I deserve this fate? I'm not a child.. Not anymore.. I've killed so many innocent people.." and the corruption replied "You deserve only what you decide you deserve, you're in it for you. Just like they were.. You know it's true!" she would give in once more, just this once to save herself to the corruption because she knew strength flowed from it and it helped her make decisions and do things she wouldn't have the will to do otherwise. She neared the portal and the world went black as pain surged through her tiny form.
From childhood
After her escape from the Netherworld she would awake under the moon in a forest, it seemed rather ironic and fostered a sort of disgust in herself.. After all the power she had aquired, all she had grown and tried to better herself the best she could do was run away.. She couldn't even fight the thing that did this to her, she couldn't face it because she knew she'd die. For several years she would travel until coming across a unique land ( think ancient Arabia ) and a family whose daughter she attempted to save but instead whose death she witnessed. She, seeing an opportunity to finally live a normal childhood absorbed the girls body and assumed her form and memories.. In the process damaging her own memories and losing many if not all pretaining to her past as the Moon Goddess' servant. She became 'Cerise', the daughter of a lower class family, a Mother whom was a house wife and a father whom was a talented blacksmith. Having assumed the form of their daughter she was accepted as if having amnesia which in fact she did and she herself believed that she actually was her daughter now, she would continue living as their daughter innocent to the knowledge that she was not.. It seemed she had finally found what she desired.
Immortality forsaken, over the years she would age slowly but surely as any child did and enjoyed several years of simple happiness living in a prosperous and powerful lands until her new Father was offered a position by the King of the land. And this was to be a gift that the Gods be praised for her father had said and her mother blessed the King and thanked the Gods for the blessings upon their house while Cerise herself didn't care much for the Gods and was left disillusioned and wary of the King and his royal court off gut instinct, to her the man was frightening and from her first moments meeting him never trusted him. The King was a gluttonous man though with a strong body and this in Cerises eyes seemed to suggest ulterior motive, even at such a young age she displayed the keen intellect for such deep and considered analysis on a situation and person. The King wanted her fathers weapons in bulk for war and this was never good because she knew of war from reading which despite being a woman and reading being against her peoples customs for girls she still did nevertheless, she also knew that it degraded her fathers work from an art form to simply going through the motions and that could not be good for the spirit
Her father would spend the next year in service to the King who waged his war on his own people, Cerise could see this was wrong and so could her family who had not grown too acustom to such a fine life style. The King intended to expand his territory and in doing so intended also to dominate the people entirely under his newly absolute and dictorial command. This did not sit well with her father who now saw the wickedness of the King and refused to continue following him and smithing for him declaring his independence and intent to leave the court to find Cerise thinking that the King being a monarch could not and would not do anything to them as they were free to do as they wished; he was mistaken. Her parents were both slain on exiting the palace though Cerise was no where to be found, assumed by her parents to have left while in reality her attention had been secretly diverted to keep her from being slain and finding out what happened.. The King saw potential in her even if she was a female she was an extremely smart girl, smarter than any of his men and her potential for power especially magically was.. staggering.. He knew that if he could find a way to use her that she would be a great weapon
Cerise of course soon learned that her parents were slain, according to the lies of the palace which in her heart broken state she overlooked and took as truth they had been murdered by the resistance and had no idea herself that they had intended to walk away from the situation entirely. This trauma was enough to warp Cerises fragile sense of reality and made her receptive to the Kings words, the resistance was evil and she had been wrong.. The King wasn't the wicked one here, THEY were, after all THEY had taken her family from her and left her all alone in the world.. Except for the King, King Zhulamehl promised to protect her, take her as his own, raise and love her.. and over time with these lies sewn into her mind Cerise slowly began to accept that she was now the Kings daughter and by association, a Princess of this Kingdom that needed to expand
Her training began at age eight of her human life when the Palace Magus began to educate her in the ways of the mystic and arcane, she was a remarkably receptive child and absorbed information and noteably power like a sponge quickly becoming such a powerful little girl at such an alarming rate that the Palace Magus would start to question whether teaching one with such abnormal potential as truly adviseable or whether she would eventually become too powerful to control. Although trained in most schools and forms of magic Cerises fragile and damaged psychology seemed to have become somewhat sociopathic and so her affinity leaned sharply towards those darker more forbidden arts of the arcane. Arts known as Necromancy some claiming she had received her affinity from this from a Goddess herself ( think Circe ) and the darker and more unique power of Daken Haik ( shadow weave, think a very wicked version of voodoo ) which frightened all but the King by the age of ten in her human life Cerises power was far greater than that of even the greatest Magicians and Sorcerers that had trained for years and years in the land and she had become the loyal Dark Daughter that the King had desired, shunning all belief that an idealistic society could exist or any type of justice could be without it brought by the hands of those who knew best like her Father, King Zhulamehl
At such an age her life truly began and in spite of being the Princess of the Kingdom Cerise was quite often dispatched by the her adoptive father the King himself to be his right hand, she was feared and rightfully so by the people as the horrors she could bring down on her enemies and those who opposed her were truly nightmareish. She would fight in a great many battles using the might of her sorcery and her strong mind to over power the armies and forces of the various resistances destroying them so utterly that even the corpses were difficult to identify as corpses. Her ruthlessness was only exceeded by the joy she took in punishing her true parents alleged killers, she had been twisted and warped to believe this was truly justice and that this was truly the way to peace; she was doing the work of the Gods and the Gods were her father the King and herself.. The rest of the world just needed to be.. educated.. so they could live in peace and prosperity, of course
And by her late teens they had achieved their goal, the entire region was under their command, now they turned their attention towards the Southern regions ( think real world Africa ) it would be here that they would meet the greatest and most impressive resistance from powerful Shamanistic Sorcerers with potent magic. These men and women of darker skin and descent seemed to have such a grasp on the dark arcane that the King and Cerises pace was slowed almost indefinitely, the first skirmish between them leading to the defeat of the entire force that Cerise had been sent with due to her overly cocky nature and her near defeat as she fled back to the safety of their Kingdom, these people were threats and even as they were defeated by the overwhelming border forces she knew there would be more and with the damage they had wrought from a single retreat that she could not afford such tactically or fiscally within the war. They would lose their Kingdom and defeat was a real possibility now
Although bloodied but refusing to admit defeat Cerise amassed a costly force of the Kingdoms greatest Sorcerers and Warriors taking another year, reinforcing the borders and for that year taking training from the greatest Warriors of her land learning the arts of Might to weave in with Magic, if she was going to defeat these men and women of the South she would need every advantage and bit of strength she could muster. In this time she would learn of their culture as well, their people and their lands although from a biased and not entirely honest source. According to the Royal scholar these were savage people whose magic was not as divine as her own, after all, how could it be? She was God Princess and her father was a God King they couldn't be expected to rival her. Theirs according to the scholar was a twisted and perverted attempt to copy the great power of the Gods and by simple mortals, it was unforgiveable. Not only were these people savages but they were betrayers of their lands and even their own people, self destructive and wicked; they had to be stopped and cleansed. At the start of the next year with her new forces amassed Cerise began the march back to the South fighting them back from the borders and achieving her first true victory at the far Southern borders which had been over run, taken and colonized by these Southern savages. Her newly amassed forces proved highly effective and no longer underestimating their power, they cleaned the land and cut through the Southerners as if they were nothing
Her march continued throughout the Southern lands leaving devistation and death in her wake, she sought to cleanse zealously every last mark of these savages' society that she could.. Although as she fought in this long and bloody war and erradicated the Southerners one by one she began to notice something and began to notice something.. a nagging little voice in the back of her head that said something was not right.. a voice that said she wasn't seeing everything.. Although savages they mourned their dead, they rarely begged for their lives but instead defended themselves rigidly and gave their lives for their kinsmen and even honoured their dead with ritualistic burial that seemed far too proper to be considered savage. In the half of year that followed as Cerise continued to fight her war her forces slowed and she began to lose ground becoming disillusioned once more and beginning to fall into a depression, this all suddenly began to seem very destructive and she questioned her status as a Goddess if all she represented was death, destruction and hopelessness; even the Gods of her society whose aspect was death represented something more than just annihilation and promised something more than hopelessness, by logic Gods were supposed to offer hope for people even if they were non believers. Her introspective nature lead her as the war continued on to lose zeal and the King of course noticed this, sending royal bearers to report falsely that the Southerners had broken through under her nose and were threatening the Palace itself.. The idea of losing her second father was enough to reignite her zeal causing it to burn more passionately than before, her power rended in a single night the continent in half as she wiped out more than half of their population with a continuous and relentless march on their people and society. This was until at least they mounted their last resistance force and gathered their greatest Sorcerers and Warriors. In this battle, her world turned upside down again. They clashed in a nearly entirely jungle battlefield, an environment all too new and unfamiliar to them and when their forces clashed a great and epic battle ensued; Magics and Might clashing, Sorcerers and Sorcereresses weaving their spells and Warriors clashing their weapons, the violent battle would rage on for days and days until both the Southerners and Cerises forces were exhausted, the Southerners however at a clear disadvantage and on the last move they mounted their final defense sending their single most powerful Sorcerer, an old Guru known as Mahiti to face Cerise in single combat for the future of the region. Although Cerises original assessment of the Guru suggested he would be no match for her as they clashed she noticed that he seemed to not be trying to defend himself but was managing to stave off every attack she made..
Her power would rage on in this battle until she was ultimately defeated, the end result of the battle something that she refuses to speak with or reveal to anyone.. Months past after the forces had been disbanded and Cerise never returned to the King, he was unable to find or discern any trace of what had become of her and she remained with the Guru Mahiti learning from him to serve the land, be one with nature and find spiritual oneness. Her spirit slowly attempting to cleanse itself although Cerise knew her hands were too bloody.. When finally the new year arrived Cerise, cursed and changed seemingly forever left the Guru Mahiti to avenge herself, her parents and the innocents she had slain as an attempt to redeem her spirit.. She traveled back to the Kingdom and to Zhulamehl whom she promptly and unceremoniously dethroned and slayed, whose kingdom she had helped to create she destroyed and whose people she had once ruled that worshipped her as a Goddess she freed becoming their Goddess once more. She realized now that even if she wasn't a Goddess in truth at least now what she represented was more in line to what a God should represent.. Justice, righteousness, spiritual power and most importantly.. Hope..
She left this land and with an as of yet undisplayed extent of her power tore a hole through space and time and in the process burnt most of her power away, exiling herself from the dimension all together and resigning herself to exist only in memory and legend in her once beloved land as a cautionary tale for future generations to ensure the same evil would never bud in the hearts of the innocent.
Arrival to Incor
She arrived from her portal in a land known as Incor, during the year of 1300 AD where she attempted to settle down, the details of this time are all fuzzy in her mind though she knows that during this time something spurned her memories to return and a curse that had befallen her was lifted, returning her more to her former self than she had been for many years. She began to slowly regain some of her powers during this time and the horrors the Moon Goddess had brought upon her became fresh in her mind once more. As the curse was lifted she also received visions of the future and insight into specific times pretaining to her life.
Her past haunting her, she would soon leave Incor as her power piqued once more and she was once more able to convert it to tear another dimensional hole, allowing her to pass between existences.
A learner once more
This time she would emerge in one of the many dimensions of Earth during the 16th century after wandering in the rift between dimensions, time and space. She would arrive in a version of old China rich with it's well known Shaolin Monks whom she, with a little bit of proving and a lot of headstrong behaviour finally managed to get to accept her. She settled down here, immortal once more and her previous form once more assumed with knowledge perhaps even of the future or possible futures knowing that if she desired her power for good or for evil once more that she would have to put quite a bit of work into it. Her visions told her that the Shaolin monestary would be an excellent place for this and this old China was a perfect time for her to train in.
During her time with the Shaolin Temple she integrated perfectly into their ranks and began to learn their philosophy as well as fighting techniques, becoming an especially impressive hand to hand fighter with weapons use trailing not far behind. It would seem that even without having trained here previously her visions she received of the future had afforded her knowledge of the techniques before ever training to learn them and so with the training she was able to master techniques and forms in an incredibly short period of time, whereas the other Monks would train for years she would learn and master a technique within weeks. It was also during this time that the Wokou would attack, Japanese pirates whom brought upon the reion many battles raiding the Eastern and South Eastern coasts. Moon Thorn being a part of the Shaolin Monestary and a Monk just like the rest offered her skills up for the battles and fought in many, their greatest defeat at Taozhai where four fellow monks fell in battle. They would go on to continue the fight to Wengjiagang when one hundred twenty Monks including herself were lead by Tianyuan to defeat a group of pirates and chase the survivors over ten days and twenty miles. While the pirates suffered one hundred casualties the monks suffered only four and one unrecorded casualty when Moon Thorn vanished from their ranks during this time and was attributed to having died in the battle.. Though being unable to find a body and the fact that she was female, obviously not difficult to spot in a group of males they did not record her 'death', believing that she being the mysterious person she was had simply left.. And they held no ill will because she had pulled her weight and done her part..
The Current day
She finally emerged once more presumably having gained enough power to open another rift or perhaps having simply lived her life up until the point to appear in Paragon City during the year of nineteen thirty two, during this time that the Statesman, Dark Watcher and Maiden Justice founded the Freedom Phalanx to push back the organized crime groups. During this time Moon Thorn adopted a new appearance, a costume and with her powers slowly returning began to fight as a freelance agent. In nineteen fourty one she fought in the war as a free lance agent against the Fifth Column using many of the various experiments and lost super powered fighters in that world to build her own power back up and during this time vanished once more for a brief period of time.. Brief for her, at least.
In two thousand five she reemerged and began to fight once more, many years have past and her power has grown very slowly.. In recent two thousand nine she became more prominent and her power began to more rapidly grow as she put herself more into the public eye, her adventures putting her up against a great many people and types of creature. One in particular whose skull she wears as a warning upon her shoulder to this day. As two thousand ten rolled around and Paragon City looks on for change in the future, she continues to exist and push forward.. Knowing that one day, some how and some way, she will make the Moon Goddess pay and she will make her bow and beg.. Oh, yes.. There will be a reckoning.
