Train...
Fight...
Infiltrate...
Steal...
Shoot...
Escape...
And repeat.
Clarissa grinded her teeth, eyes blazing. The instructor was relentless, a real pain in the ass, and the young woman looked at the half dozen other trainees with whom she had reached this point in her training.
Again!
Some of her cohorts groaned,but not Clarissa. She knew all too well the stakes here, and she was fighting to win. Using her finely honed muscles, she leaped on the first stage of the obstacle course, an almost superhuman feat, rolling on her shoulder to preserve her momentum, jumping high to the narrow edge overhead and catching it with her hooked fingers, hard as steel from years of training. She took a moment to reposition her athlete's body and lifted herself to the window, taking barely a second to find her balance on the tip of her toes and disarming the alarm system, before opening the obstacle and going inside. Her eyes took a moment to see the disposition of the furniture, noting the cameras and laser interdiction systems. She quietly scuffed and with a quick throw of a sticky glob, she had blinded the camera and was already navigating the laser obstacle course...
A few months later, Clarissa already had some missions for the academy under her belt, that had left the authorities baffled. Criminal evidence pieces went missing from police stations, labs and courtroom, while some planted one appeared, always to help the clients of the Cobra academy, an offshot of White Cobra's school for scoundrels. Her daughter, taking the name White Anaconda, had been a successful supervillain thief like her mother until a gunshot wound had left her too injured to continue. She had then started her academy, training future thieves for hire. Clarissa had only known this environment in her life, being raised by the various teachers, that told her she was an orphan taken in by the academy. The teenager had no other points of reference so she accepted her lot in life and became one of the most successful thief and infiltrator the academy had ever produced, and she was content.
All that changed with one mission. Under contract, she was in Sofia, Bulgaria, infiltrated as a serving maid in the palace of a wealthy and degenerate communist party leader, having spent almost more time avoiding the groping hands of the man than to her mission. Fortunately this part was almost over and she would report that night to her mystery employer. Under the guise of going shopping for the household, she left the palace and found herself in a dilapidated part of town and, hiding her nervousness, she knocked according to a precise pattern on the door of her rendezvous, the door sounding oddly solid. Without a sound, the door opened but no one was behind it. She walked in and sensed something wrong... immediately jumping sideways, she narrowly avoided being pierced by an knife thrown from the darkened room. The door shut by itself and the young woman could hear a soft laugh.
Bravissima, bella Clarissa! I knew I made the right choice when I asked for you at the Cobra academy. Of course, had I wanted to kill you, you would be dead.
Smiling, the man that came out of the room was recognized right away from her studies. Saffiro Scalzo, a Italian assassin for hire. And she knew that despite her prodigious agility, his boast was not idle. Turning to business, he asked, seriously.
Now, do you have something for me?
Yes sir.
As she was giving him the complete lay down of the mansion, a very lightly dressed woman came out of the room.
Who's this handsome? I certainly don't mind doing a threesome, but it's gonna cost you extra!
No, Clarissima is not to be part of the entertainment tonight, she has completed her mission. Please give my very kind regards to your headmistress and tell her she did a good job... forming... you. I am happy how you turned out. Now, please leave me.
Yes sir.
The following evening, from the safety of Italy, she read in the newspaper that the party leader and his entire family had perished, assassinated. Clarissa had just enough time to reach the bathroom of her hotel room to throw up. She knew she was responsible for those deaths as much as Saffiro. And it disturbed her greatly
In the following weeks, she tried to make a mantra of "Not my problem" as she was still trying to digest what she had been a willing accomplice of. But it wasn't working. In her soul, Clarissa was sick. While she had no problems stealing, taking a life was something else and she couldn't wrap her heart around it. And what did Saffiro mean when he told her he was happy how she had turned out? She had never seen that man before! She had asked White Anaconda and only got an evasive answer.
But all that soul searching made her sloppy, and the police soon had a passable likeness of her showing up on the news, citing her as a person of interest. She was declared grounded by White Anaconda until the heat calmed down, and the older thief had to take on the mission that was previously given to Clarissa. That left her alone in the academy and she did the unthinkable. Using all the skills the headmistress had painstakingly drilled into her head and muscles, she broke in the office. A meticulous search finally payed off and she found the personal journal of the headmistress. In it, she found an incredible story. Years ago, White Anaconda had met Saffiro Scalzo and they had a whirlwind relationship, that stopped when she got pregnant. It was all there, the pictures, the story in the journal, the love letters... and then the final piece that tied it all together.
She was holding her birth certificate, and for the first time, she saw her real family name : Bradley-Scalzo.
She was the daughter of both The White Anaconda and that weird assassin she had met in Sofia. The result of a summer fling between the two villains. She had spent her life beside her mother and never even knew it...
That night, Clarissa Bradley-Scalzo disappeared from the USA, resurfacing a year later, as a member of a superhero team in New Atlantis, well determined to erase the stains her heritage had left on her from birth.
THE SCION
Hero Name: Shadowblade
Real Name: Clarissa Bradley-Scalzo
Look: Woman, 20 YO, Light brown skin (mother is black, father white), taut body, casual clothing, makeshift black ninja like costume. She is serious minded and takes assignment as jobs to be completed, almost whatever the cost.
Abilities:
Legacy : daughter of a vicious assassin and a master thief
Parents abilities : Superior skills (thief), superior physical abilities.
Relationship with parents: She hates both of them, and wishes to bring them down.
Powers : impressive martial prowess, master of one skill set, a thief like her mother.
Moment of Truth: To confront her parents legacy and finally get it off her back.
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Labels:
Danger +1
Freak 0
Savior +1
Superior 0
Mundane +1
Conditions:
Afraid [ ], Angry [ ], Guilty [ ], Hopeless [ ], Insecure [ ]
Backstory:
Question 1
Answer : White Anaconda, the daughter of White Cobra.
Question 2
Answer : No one, she discovered it on her own
Question 3
Answer : The disgust she felt to have been an accomplice to a mass murder, and to have been lied to all her life.
Question 4
Answer : She does not have a lot of friends, but she could count on her landlord, the owner of a Chinese restaurant she rents a room at. Mrs Wei Lian is a widow that lost her family because of a supervillain rampage in her native China and she moved to New Atlantis to restart her life. The two women have been known to drink silly and swap their stories.
Question 5
Answer : She finds the team to be a way to try to better herself, to give her life purpose.
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