Victor von Doom May 31, 2015 8:01:26 GMT
Post by Deleted on May 31, 2015 8:01:26 GMT
NAME: Victor von Doom
ALIAS: Doctor Doom. The King. The Supreme Ruler.
OCCUPATION: Ruler of Latveria
MEMBER GROUP: Villains
POWERS AND ABILITIES:
Magic: A heritage from his sorcerer mother, Victor von Doom has dabbled with magic since he was a young boy growing up in the Eastern-European country of Latveria. Most of his magic abilities were self-taught, yet with his brilliant mind, he was capable to achieve a certain degree of prowess with the magic he can wield. Mostly, his magic is used in offensive ways to create blasts of pure mystical energy that he can summon through his hands, acting as concussive or explosive force, or create force-fields made of magic to protect himself and those around him. Some of the spells that he can conjure also allow him to summon objects or people, from one place to another, and has used that power to teleport himself across great distances.
The magic that he can wield also allows him to ensnare his opponents or slow them down, depending on the actual mental focus that he applies. Through his magic, he’s also capable of conjuring illusions and manipulating people’s minds to a certain extent, making them see things that did not exist or trap them into realistic visions. Doom’s skill with magic is developed enough that he’s often considered a worthy candidate to become Sorcerer Supreme, but he will argue that his true talent lies on his genius mind. Through that gift alone, he is considered one of the world’s most intelligent creatures, rivaling names such as Reed Richards and Tony Stark. In Latveria, he has created several different devices in the field of robotics, cybernetics, and physics, using them to act as the defenses of his country and enhance his Royal Guard. The device that scarred his face had been created as a dimensional/time travelling device, but ever since its malfunctioning that caused Doom’s face to be scarred, he deemed it safer not to deal with those fields of technology anymore, dedicating his genius expertise to build devices that would protect his country and his people.
One of those devices, created by him, was his armor, that features a few technological pieces that grant him extra skills such as:
- Superhuman strength through a strength augmentation device that grants him the strength to lift up to 100 tons.
- Durability that is achieved through the high-strength titanium alloy used to build the metal armor that he wears
- Communicator – He uses the in-built video/audio communicator to keep in touch with his country even when he’s away from it, making sure he’s still ruling and keeping everything going as he wishes it to.
- Electroshock: Through an electric device build within his gauntlets, he can shoot bolts of pure electric energy.
- Force Field: In addition to his magic defenses, his armor can also generate a protective force field that has a radius of eight feet, and would protect not only Doom, but those he chooses to keep near him.
All of his magic spells require concentration from his part and they are triggered by his mind, which means, any mental disruption would cause him to be unable to cast his spells. While he can use magic spells to manipulate people’s minds, telepaths and psionic-gifted individuals would be immune to his spells due to the nature of their powers.
The focus needed in order to cast particular spells depends on the difficulty of the spells he wishes to cast, although for simple things such as his concussive bolts or force field creation, it is done almost instantly due to many years of training. However, each spell requires a portion of his own energy and should he overdo it, it could have a serious impact on his health, as Doom is, and remains, only human in all other aspects of his physiology. Should he be mortally injured, he has no way of recovering, and would die regardless. His armor, although sturdy, is not impenetrable and it can be damaged in similar was as Iron Man’s armor would.
PLAYBY: Julian McMahon
PLAYER NAME: Betsy
OTHER CHARACTERS:Pietro Maximoff, James Barnes, Emma Frost, The Vision.
"My methods are a means to an end, no different than pruning weeds in order to let an orchid flourish. Those who stand in the way of my vision oppose me because they fear me, but more than that, they fear what I represent. Change. Do you know why I despise Richards? And T'Challa? Because never once have they reined in their own self-righteous arrogance long enough to try and see what I see. Never once have they asked me: why? Do you want to know? Love. Measure my crimes against what mankind does to itself, and I am a saint. ... I have looked into the future, I have seen how one violent action after another spins the world toward a future where all that remains of Earth is a burned out cinder. Every time I have looked into the future, that is what I have seen. Every time but one. In one possible future mankind becomes united. Cures for all diseases are found. Global conflict ends. Hunger is abolished. Education is universal. And no one goes without. In that world, there are laws. To break even the slightest of these is to suffer immediate and terminal punishment. ... Ten thousand futures have I looked at. A hundred thousand. And in only one does mankind finally unite, and flourish...and survive. Only one. A world that is mine.
You might wonder why I keep you alive even as I speak, now, of my future deeds and my plans for this wretched world. You might wonder... and yet in your insignificant mind you fail to fully comprehend the real reason why I do what I do. You are no better than them. Righteous fools that fail to see the grand scheme of things, all of you. Is it so difficult to understand what the world truly needs? Fighting for freedom, for justice, in a world that values none of it, is a pointless, idiotic goal. And I see so many of you following a useless path, fighting until you lose your lives for the sake of an ideal that will lead you nowhere... only to more violence, more destruction, until the world you are so keen on protecting and defending will crumble upon itself for you all fail to see the real truth. Dangling in front of your eyes like a tasty bait that you simply are too narrow-minded to catch.
Your freedom ends where another's freedom starts. This is no peace... it is war. And when both sides clash on the dividing line, both sides defending their own ideals and their own motives... all that will remain is dust after the world crumbles to its knees. True peace is not a matter of choice, naive girl. True peace is only achieved when there is no choice. When every single individual follows the same pattern, when there is no division of opinion, no contradictory rules, no free will. That is the only true way this world will ever see everlasting peace... Yet you try to stop me. All of you, narrow-minded creatures who simply do not understand.
Yet, it does not bother me. This, and people like you, are the reason I shall continue to pursue the only worthy goal that I can set my mind upon. You call me a fool, you call me insane, I call you weak. You believed that you could come here and challenge me upon my throne? You truly believed that your man-made weapons could withstand against the only Supreme Ruler of Latveria? It is because of those of your kind that I do what I do. Look around you. The world is already doomed. I wish nothing but to bring some order to the chaos that is already installed. I have seen into the eyes of death. I have felt its pain, I bear the marks upon my skin. My mother had been nothing but a crazy woman who dabbled with forces she did not understand, darker energies that were lingering inside her womb and turning her child into something that would become much bigger than she initially believed... yet she was flawed. She believed in relinquishing her own free will in order to gain power that she could not control. She believed that the only weapon she had at her disposal was a bargain tool... the fool.
Do you truly wish to know about me, child? This might be your last wish for trespassing my land and threatening my people. I am feeling benevolent. I shall grant you that much."
Standing up, the man, clad in dark green robes that covered his sturdy metal armor walked towards the prisoner that had been brought to him, her hands bound and yet her eyes showed strength. Defiance, almost. As if she had been prepared to die. A metal finger moved underneath the woman's chin, tilting her head towards the metal mask so he could look at her in the eyes. With nothing but one strong movement of his hands, he broke the chains that bound her hands and tossed it aside as if they had been made of cardboard.
"This might be a long story. I suggest you find a more comfortable place to sit if you wish to hear it."
A snap of his fingers was the only thing he truly needed to call upon one of his servants, who nodded politely and in reverence.
"Bring the best food we have. And some wine. I want our guest to have the best we can offer."
The servant nodded, not even questioning his King's orders, before scurrying away to prepare what was ordered. And even as he did, the King's eyes turned to look at the woman who seemed surprised.
"This is my country. In here, no one starves. Latveria prospers and every night, when my people head to their well-deserved sleep to pray to any gods they desire to worship, they thank me for giving them all they need. There is no hunger among my people. They have nothing to complain about. My rules are strict, granted. Go against the laws and you will be punished by death. But it is the only way to truly ensure peace, and ask any of them if they wish to see another King on my throne, and you will be met with a negative answer, in unison. Loyalty is about understanding what's truly beneficial to you and yours, and making sure you fall into that pattern. Ruthless? Perhaps. But it has been working for the past decades. There is absolutely no reason why they would wish to change."
He paused for a moment, then a chuckle was heard. "Ah, you wished to know about my life. My apologies. I did promise to grant you that much."
The servant came back with a tray with fresh fruits, cheese, meat, bread, and a bottle of red wine, and as the King stepped towards him, he gave him a nod and a kind smile, receiving a pat on the shoulder in return. Pouring a glass of wine for himself, and then another for his guest, he extended his armor-covered arm to offer it to the woman, who took it in silence.
"You're awfully kind to someone you are going to kill."
"Death does not have to hinder my hospitality manners, my dear girl." Leaning against his throne, he nodded at the servant, and then, simply walked back to his throne, sitting on it in his regal way, and beckoning his prisoner forward. "It all started when my mother decided to dabble with forces she was too narrow-minded to understand. She understood the need for power, I grant her that much, but the moment she made a foolish pact with a creature that was beyond her comprehension to understand, she showed how easily fooled she was, to relinquish her free will in order to obtain power that she would not ever be capable to control. So she fell slave to what she wished to conquer."
The woman now sat by the throne, reaching for one of the ripe grapes that were set for her on the table. She listened, as she knew there was nothing left for her to do. It was most likely a sign that her life was not going to last long... or perhaps that the king had plans for her. It mattered not. She took the moments as if they were her last.
"The realm of demons being a true one, my mother saw it fit to make a pact with Mephisto himself. It consumed her soul, yet granted her powers that allowed me to retain memories from inside her womb. Strange, you will say, but magic is a strange thing to those that do not command it. Eventually, Mephisto granted her powers... only that he required the lives of all children that lived in our village... except for her infant son. Of course... she had sacrificed her freedom in order to save us from our tyrant King, little did she know it would later cost her life..."
The King took a sip on his wine, and smiled, although such a smile was hidden behind his metal mask. While technology and sorcery could have aided him in recovering what his face once was, he decided to wear it as a badge to remind him of all he still fought for and against. "My father loved my mother, and of course, he attempted to save her from the King's men who wished to slain her for her audacity. I say she deserved the end that came to her, for being foolish enough not to ponder the consequences of her act."
"Are you saying you think your mother deserved to die?"
"Indeed, I am."
"That's... cruel. Monstrous."
"Realistic." Cold eyes stared at the woman's dark ones. "She paid for her own foolishness. But this is hardly the main point. I did defend her, of course. A four-year-old that was more eloquent than all the adults gathered to stain my mother's memories. That was when perhaps they realised I was not quite a normal child. My father and I would run for our safety, and he eventually succumb to his own mortality, leaving me with the man that would raise me, protecting me from the world." A chuckle sounded almost metallic as it escaped his lips. "Poor Boris. Little did he know my father had warned him to protect the world from me."
“It sounds fitting.”
“You are so incredibly like all the others. Worthless. Here I am, telling you the story of my life, and you focus on details that are irrelevant to the grand scheme of things. Boris was a good tutor. I have to be frank, had I been left under anyone else’s care, I would not have learned all that I know today. Magic was within my blood, merged with my very soul from the moment my mother practiced with me on her womb. It was only a matter of time that my mind would understand it and master it.”
He leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees as he watched the woman’s expression, without revealing his, firmly hidden behind the coldness of his metal mask. Holding his palm upwards, a sphere of bright purple light formed easily, surrounding his hand and growing bigger as he looked at it. “Yet this was not truly what made me seize power as I have today." Closing his fingers on his palm, he made the sphere dissipate into nothingness, and as he did, his index tapped his forehead, sound of metal against metal. “This has always been my biggest weapon. Even the first and only woman I’ve ever loved failed to understand that I would never be quite like the others. Valeria didn’t like the fact that I grew ambitious as the days went by… She was weak. Like all of them, weak, and unworthy. I had loved her, do not misunderstand me. But love only has meaning if it is not a hindrance, and in my case, it was. I had a plan, after all.”
“A plan. You always have a plan.”
“Most of the times, yes. My mind isn’t idle, my dear girl. Ever. Idle minds are humanity's biggest weakness.”
“What plan was it, then, Doom? Since you’re so eager to share your life with me.”
“This is hardly me being eager. I made you a promise that I would grant you this, as your last wish.”
“A wish I did not choose to have.”
“Within the confines of Latveria, especially if you choose to trespass as you did, and attempt on the King's life, you have no wishes unless I grant you them. The United Nations has deemed me a tyrant, have they not? I am simply giving them what they wish of me.” With that said, the silence was again heard within the King’s halls. And so, he continued. “I had seen a King with far too much power and not enough wits ruin my homeland. I had begun to devise a plan to make sure it would never happen again… It was hardly difficult. My genius mind allowed me to devise connections among Latveria’s power classes, although they hardly understood that I was simply fooling them to do my wishes. My people, though… they followed me. They believed in me. The gypsy clan I was born into was the first group of people that understood I could give them what they wished. I was… fifteen. Barely a child, yet I led them until I killed my first man. One of King’s Vladmir’s goons who had thought me a menace attempted to kill me.”
“And what happened, then?”
“I strangled him to death.”
The voice was cold as it spoke, as if accepting of his fate. He remembered it though. The way it felt to have someone's life being ended by his hands. He remembered how the hands that had squeezed the soldier's neck until there was no breath coming from the man's throat trembled for days in a row. He did not wish to become a monster. But he would, if that were what it took for the world to escape from its chaos.
There was not much else he wished to speak about his time in Latveria before he rose as king. Standing up again, he walked towards the woman with elegant, powerful steps. “The devices that I created were so advanced that it caught the attention of those in the United States. It was when I first really had the chance to study, all that I had previously done was on my own. I had learned how to read and construct advanced technology without the need of any formal instruction… yet as I headed to America, I took it as a chance to pursue what I loved most: knowledge. It was the only chance I had, of course. It was then that I met Reed Richards for the first time.” A snort escaped his lips through his metal mask.
“The world’s most self-entitled hypocrite.”
“He’s a hero.”
“Your notions of heroism are rather skewed, my dear girl. He’s a failure. But are we truly here to talk about Richards? We had a… coexisting relationship, if we may. Brilliant minds have only two options to coexist. Either they bond in unison, or they clash. With Richards, it was the latter. We clashed, yet we were brilliant. Even in our disagreements, we were capable of creating wonders. And it was one of those experiments that made me become the man I am today.”
He still remembered the day that he began working on his machine. Quantum physics working together with pure magic energies that would allow him to return back in time and usurp the throne of Latveria from King Vladmir before he even stepped on it. Such was Victor’s goal, in the end. The calculations were right, he was certain. Reed, however, claimed they were off. He believed it was Reed's hand that settled the trigger that would make it so that everything would explode in his face. But before his once-handsome face became scarred by the combination of metal and heat that half-destroyed his face, he had seen the face of death. He had seen the creature that had been the start of his downfall. The touch of Mephisto was cold, shrieking, terrifying. And even as he returned from the creature’s dimension, he did not even feel the pain of the explosion that would ruin the man he once had been. He had welcomed death, that day. He had heard his mother’s pleas as her voice echoed on his ear, surrounded him as he fell to his knees. Power that went beyond his limits, right before his eyes… and her screams were pained, desperate. He wanted nothing more than to return to his world, and when he did, as the machine exploded, he was alone. From that moment on, he was alone, in his quest, in his life, in his world.
And that suited him more than perhaps he expected.
Slowly, he lowered his cowl as he stood to his feet. His fingers, covered in the protective metal of his armor, reached to pull the mask from his face, revealing what was once a handsome, fetching man, with metallic-looking scars as if mercury and titanium were merged with his skin. The reminders of the man he once was still could be seen, the chiseled cheekbones, the expressive eyes. Yet the sight was not pretty to behold. And the woman, predictably, flinched.
“Look at me.”
There was no response as he crouched to forcefully turn her face to look at him. “LOOK AT ME!”
His voice was raised to a commanding tone as she finally opened her eyes. “This is the reminder of what the world is going to expect once I command it. The world has deemed me a Tyrant, and yet, my people revere me. Look at me, as this is the face of your future ruler. I have managed to return and rule my own country with iron fist but they are happy. They have food on their table. They have prospered, they love their King as they know no one else could give them what they have. They have no reason to fear my unflinching laws as they know they have no reason to break it to begin with. And this is why I do what I do. And if the world will not understand it with reason, they will understand it with might.”
Forcefully releasing his grip on her, he turned his back to the woman, calling forth his Royal Guards with two claps of his metal-covered hands. “Take her. Free her into the world. Let her be the messenger to those that sent her. Let her warn them that she’s stared into the face of their future ruler and lived to be the one carrying the message that Doom is not a man to be trifled with. That Doom allowed her to live so she could tell them that they better prepare for what’s to come. Set her free outside Latveria’s borders so she will run and warn her peers of what I have told her.” A small smile appeared on his lips, right as he replaced his metal mask upon his face again.
“After all, the strength of a Ruler is proven by the way he conquers his enemies. And I will bring them all to their knees. One after one, until the whole world bows to me as their rightful King.” Even though his grin was not seen behind his mask, his eyes shone in a different light. “And then, I can put order into this world of chaos, since in their weakness, they will not.”
Walking down the stairs of his throne area, he headed towards the guards that were entering the throne room to take the prisoner away. “Bring her to the confines of Latveria and set her free. It is about time I gather my allies in order to bring my plans to fruition. I have wasted far too much time.”
And going past the guards, the King stopped at the main door. The words that rang around the silence that had been reigning supreme since his last words cut through the air like a sharp metal sword. And they were the last thing heard before the green cape of his outfit moved behind him.
“But no more.”
And with that, the King disappeared from view.