Helia: Red Cat's Grin

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Survival - 8 Wins!

AFFILIATION

Alignment: Villain

Team: Freelance Villain

VITAL STATS

Strength: Weak

Agility: Superior

Mind: Superior

Body: Weak

RECORD

Personal Wins: 8

Personal Losses: 3

Starphoenix

What's in a mind? Is it really a necessary thing? Or is it just something that we only perceive as important? What is madness to one person may be sanity to another. If everyone is insane, wouldn't that make them all normal? Our case is with Ms. Helia. Once she was but a simple well to do Psychiatric Nurse in an Insane Asylum. She relished working with the disturbed and trying to make them right for society again. You could say that she loved her job, and she didn't seem bothered that her social life was less active than a bowl of tuna. It was her life and she never questioned it. But as things tend to do, the enjoyment started to wane, little by little. And as the number of patients skyrocketed, the stress on young Helia grew ten fold. At first, she didn't let it bother her much. But the building stresses culminated to a greater distaste for what she was doing. Without many results, and more work being piled on top of her, it soon started to break the proverbial camel's back. It finally all came crashing down at about the time of the great prison riots in what is now known as the Ghost Sector. With the flood of new patients from Lowtown Mental Facilities, it was only a matter of time before someone would stir the pot, and when they did, everything fell apart. Patients ran amok the asylums, nurses and doctors were butchered, abused, or whatever a deviant of society can think of. Few of these facilities managed to survive, and one of them was Helia. As she held the head of a dying compatriot, she finally snapped. Everything she was working for was gone. Her years were passing her by, her career was in shambles, she didn't even have a normal life anymore. Her life was her work, and soon, that too would be extinguished. These realizations came as an epiphany and it was then that she stopped caring. She had done whatever she could for these patients, and all they gave her was heartache, a badback, and a bite in the ass. Her heart filled with malice toward them, she tore off her nurse's uniform and spoke that she was through with them. What happened over the next night is known to few people, but from the eye witness accounts the next morning by the KPD investigating the asylum, what they saw horrified them. The walls were caked in the stains of blood. Patients lay in pieces, strewn across the floor as blood flowed down staircases like a river over a waterfall. They found no one in the asylum alive... no one but one woman kneeling over the corpse of a beheaded young man. Her hair was drenched in blood, and the scars on her arms suggested she had been through quite an ordeal. In her arms, there lay the head of the young man as she sang to it a soothing yet disturbing melody. Helia died last night. All that remained was a stray cat... Always smiling the grin of a devil. Her eyes flashed toward the KPD Officers as she seemed delighted to see them. "I'm sorry, but we ran out of tea... But I hope you'll stay nonetheless. A party isn't a party without guests... and these ones aaaaaall got tired out... pity. ^_^"

She is seductive as she is sexy. A black widow spider woman if you ever did see one. She loves the hunt just as much as she loves the killing strike. She's a predator, not a natural one, but one nonetheless. If you stare into her eyes, you can swear that you can see the bottom of her soul, which cries out in anguish at all that she does. She's still sane, somewhere in that shell of hers. The surface is almost always smiling, showing little sign of discontentment. Her smile is that of the Cheshire Cat. One moment she's there, the next, gone... with a smile. Always a smile, the happiness of the unstable.

Twisted Logic

     Tactician: Superior

 

The normal human mind bases its findings on logic, common knowledge, and the regular human senses. But if an individual snaps and loses their sanity, that logic becomes warped. For dear Helia, her logic was twisted and mangled to a point that all that was common sense became alien to her. The sense of her own identity crashed to the ground and shattered into pieces. Piecing back her Ego together, she developed a broken sense of morals and ethics. Her way of thinking bent and distorted. Helia found a new way of looking at a situation by way of a cracked mirror. Her solution to a problem is eliminating the problem. Killing the Cancer by removing the organ that it's attached to. Her new approach may not make her many friends, but it has enhanced her battle applications tremendously.

 

Broken Compass

     Detective: Superior

 

Before losing her mind, Helia was once a Psychiatric Head Nurse. Oh, how the mighty have fallen. As she grew into bouts of schizophrenia, she started reacting to stimuli differently. Becoming angry would force a smile to her face. Sadness would often make her go into a sly grin. The confusion she may induce in her opponents with her quirk allows her to study them vigorously and slyly build off of their inconsistencies. The training as a nurse and diagnosing of illnesses has carried over and provided her a way of viewing achilles heels.

 

Cheshire Cat

     Invisibility: Supreme

 

Helia Helia, drenched in blood. Your teeth glistened white and your blades flickered light. You smile in the dark, and smile in the light. You smile while you spark, and smile with targets in sight. Make your move, make it fast. The darkness shall soothe, and get thee past. Invisible to the eye, naked to the living. Breathe a sigh, and I'll keep on killing. Gone like the cat, missed like the wind, smile and eyelash bat, I have recently sinned. Clutch me close, clutch me near, thine blood is gross, now me you fear.

 

Thousand and One Blades

     Weapons Creation: Ultimate

  • Multi-Attacks

 

Inferno, Cantebury Tales, Fountainhead. The crisp dew of blood slides down my blade as the neck of the Englishman spurts crimson like a geyser. The Raven, My Sweetest Lesbia, Lazurus Woman. The birds caw overhead as I stay dormant over your dead body, smiling in death as a woman of many ways. Remembrance, Lucifer in Starlight, The Path Not Taken. Remember the devil that has slain thee, and she who has turned from the path of the moral. A thousand blades plus one. A thousand poems etched on each shimmering instrument, and then one. Turning to the darkened sky, no moon is ever present again. Off with their heads.

 

Hazard Beast

     Super Speed: Supreme

 

Look into the eyes of the beast. What do you see? Do you see the rage that burns like an inferno? Do you view the endlessness of death that carries on like the infinite sea? How about the ferocity that runs across the shimmering of the eyes like wind over the sky? Or maybe the dominance of the beast set in the hard stone eyes that reflect the same harshness of the darkened and scorched earth? Perhaps, what you see, as I tear the flesh from your stomach and let the blood, color of fire, flow like the rivers of Egypt, onto the dry earth, blown down the crevasses by the northern wind, is yourself. Godspeed.