Suicide Squad RP (Those of you from the old one, come here!)

Lilith (Lily) Black
a.k.a Angel
Lily is a thin woman, who thanks to a dancers background is very well toned and flexible. Her hair is about as ginger as you can get. The red locks are a frizzy mass of curls, when she hasn't taken the time to tone them down that is. If she has, they are perfect ringlet curls that she will either tie up all together or tie half of it up. Even when it is up her hair is very long, when down it sits at almost the middle of her back. In contradiction to what most "bad guys" look like, Lily is in fact quiet innocent looking. Her face is round and her eyes are are almond shaped and pale gray with green toward the center and outer parts of her eyes. Her lips are full and are almost always in a pout when she doesn't get her way. She is usually dolled up with make up, that makes her look, more her age. But the truth of it is she has a baby face. Her height doesn't help either, she is only about 5'4. She has a tattoo of a lily all down the left side of her waist. It was her mothers favorite flower. She also has a giant set of angel wings on her back. Tattoos are dotted else where, some are quotes some are little animals or small things. But those are usually hidden by her clothing. Again, to throw people off of this whole, "villain" thing she wears a pale blue leotard, it has a somewhat low V cut and long lace sleeves and over it she wears a pair of black tightly fitted shorts. Of course the leotard is cut up, leaving her sides open and a nice spot on her back open. She has to show case her main tats right?

Now, going with the whole innocence thing, there is a reason she is called the Angel. Because by far she has to be the sweetest murderer ever. Like her baby face she is sweet and gentle. Well when she isn't killing someone that is. But she loves to joke and have fun, she can almost always be seen clinging to someone, not respecting personal boundaries what so ever. She is prone to giggling and hugging. Constantly acting like a child. Someone so innocent couldn't possibly kill anyone right? For crying out loud she helps old ladies cross the street. But, then there is the "other side". She calls that her Demon. Sometimes something in her snaps, and her drive to kill becomes, over the top. Shes been known to be the meaning of over-kill. Usually, well at least before she was caught her victims would have angel wings, that looked to have been drawn on their backs. Of course with her "Demon" comes voices in her head. So she can be found talking to herself sometimes. Even when killing people though she says she is sorry.

Our little Angel Lily has control over elements. This ranges from water to the smallest grain of sand. The only catch is it has to be near her. So if there is smoke near by she can use that. Dirty city water, great. Usually she keeps bottles of things, like sand and water, while others things like matches she keeps in her pockets. Of course since she can;t always have what she needs to fight Lily is trained in hand to hand combat. And she is quite good, as long as she has snapped. Any weapon she can find, she will use it. So anything from a rock to a giant gun (even if she doesn't know how to use it) Of course if something hasn't caused her to snap she isn't all that good at anything other then dodging and running around giggling. But lucky for her, its small things that cause her to break.

For the longest time the only person in her life was her mother. But after a freak accident her mother was put in a coma. This is what pushed Lilith over the edge. The girl had always had a tendency for violence, beating up the boys and girls at school when the teased her for her red hair. But since her mother, the only good thing her life was taken she snapped. The already struggling girl dropped out of college and went on a rampage of crimes. She doesn't even remember how she got her abilities, something about her getting caught one day. But everything else was a blur. Her last name is different from her mothers, when she began he life of crime she changed her identity so her mother couldn't be found and used against her, at least that is what she planned. Now she spends her days in a cell, giggling, singing, dancing around. What ever she feels like doing really.

(Sorry I've been really busy these past few days!!)

[[Hnng, sorry if it's short xD I kinda just woke up from prom last night lol xD ]]


William Aldrich was not amused.
The life he was currently living underground did not seem to phase him in the slightest. Besides, the dampener felt like gravity had increased on his body, keeping him pinned to the floor as if the muck inside him was trapped in his feet. Sure, the dampener around the cell and the gloved restraints around his hands kept him rooted to one place, but at least they didn't muzzle him until he let the muck corrupt his teeth. It wasn't his fault that new guard came too close, close enough for Will to lean forward and clamp his mouth around their throat, but it was bound to happen some day. It had been weeks, perhaps months, since that incident, and the usually quiet room was suddenly made alight with the sound of heavy footfalls. Making the matted haired man turn his mahogany gaze to the padded door. By the time the guards burst in, Will had gotten to his knees; the chains of his restraints rattling in question. Of course, the guards made a quiet ring around him; making him feel trapped, so he gave a small growl in reply.
Will didn't see the dart behind him, however.

Will stayed down and out for a long time, dreaming of things he usually didn't seem to recall. While Ringmaster was known for his uncannily short sleeping hours, it was uncannily odd for him to know he was sleeping this long. He recalled waking up briefly, only for another dart to be inserted into his neck, so he quietly reminded himself to act asleep until they let him be. Unfortunately, his eyes snapped open at the sudden change of lighting: sunlight, for that matter. "I'm...outside."
The muzzle around his face muffled the quiet murmur, but he flexed his hands under the restraints as his eyes took in the surroundings around him. Unlike some, Will had never been allowed into the outer compounds for reasons obvious, but he quickly made the connection as his eyes passed onto the confused inmates. The guards stepped back as he was wheeled to a specific group, closing the circle once he was de-muzzled and thrown into the fray; landing on his hands and knees. "...Oh." He stayed looking at the ground for a moment, before he shifted and sat, cross legged, on the ground. "I'm probably late; am I doing a show?" For the first time in ages, the theatric drawl of Ringmaster echoed around the area, his eyes making contact with as many people as he can. Of course, the people around him must be as dangerous, perhaps even more so, as he was; which explained the plethora of guards around them. The bulky man before them must have said something important, so he didn't direct any discontent towards him just yet; instead focusing on his orange-suited comrades. "I know some of you; and it is a joy to hear see the faces behind all those delightful screams." Lips curling into a smile, Will rolled his head and closed his eyes; popping whatever strains he had gotten from his stay. Honestly, it sounded like bones were snapping.

Anastasiya found this "Emelie" character to be quite amusing and intriguing, the commotion that the other female was making was quite difficult to ignore. The girl was taunting the other guards, but shouldn't she know better? She half-admired the other female, but was also worried for her. Sure, the people surrounding them could all be demolished within minutes if they all had the correct tools to use. But right now, they were rendered powerless. If she had the chance, Anastasiya would bash all their heads in for making her and her twin live underground again.
She glanced over at her brother to see what he was doing, making a small face when she noticed him socializing with the strange man in front of them who had spoken a few words to her brother and herself. She allowed Illya to do the talking, not quite in the mood to socialize. She snuck another peek at the girl with the pointed teeth and the sharpened nails. They reminded her of her own and she glanced down at her own fingers before back up at the dangerous girl. She wouldn't mind having her in battle beside them, that would be nice to know she would have her back.
To be quite honest, Anastasiya was still confused. Why were they all there, surrounded by both guards and inmates in the open courtyard? What purpose would they serve being clustered together? She hoped she wouldn't have to fight anyone, her abilities were limited in battle without any weapons. Well, they were limited in general. It's not like you can just touch someone in battle, y'know? She'd have to conjure up a random nightmare and hope that it would scare her opposer into believing it and either fleeing or distracting them enough to have Illya finish the job.

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Illya glanced over at the strange man who called himself Ace, looking the figure up and down whilst having a brow raised. It wasn't as if he didn't find the other as a threat; he just didn't trust him. Yet, his muscles released the tension he had been holding all this time. Anastasiya's smaller frame beside his calmed him down immensely. It was nice to know that she was at his side once more, that she had his back again. He could also stop worrying about her well-being, seeing as how he could check on her whenever he wanted to for now. Seeing as how he could take in her appearance with his own eyes instead of with his ears and straining to hear her voice through a thick sheet of metal.
"I'm Illya, and she's Anastasiya." He introduced the two of them, knowing full well his twin wasn't going to do it anytime soon. She was somewhat distracted with the other girl who wasn't too far away, much like a child obsessed with a puppy. He would've laughed if this were any other situation, if they weren't surrounded by people who could put them all down in a matter of minutes. His tone of voice was laced with his Russian accent; it was much thicker than usual, seeing as how he was speaking the language with his sister just moments ago.
"Ah, you have no clue as to why we are here, yes? I'm guessing no one knows." He mused with a shrug of the shoulders, wishing he had a wall to lean against. He wasn't quite used to the warmth of the sun, being raised in an underground laboratory in the frozen tundra that was Russia. He enjoyed the heat it gave off of course, he just couldn't deal with it beating down on him like that. His pale skin couldn't take it well.