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Our plot focuses on a rising darkness which is causing magical disturbances throughout the world, bringing hardships to the heroes. The source of this darkness has been revealed and while they continue to gather support, it is up to the heroes to find a way to stop them before they reach their goal.

SPECTRE WATCH The Spectre is gathering more allies for his cause, to cleanse the world of the filth which lives within it. Driven by curiosity he seeks to test the so called 'heroes' of this world by presenting them with chaos, hardship and personal tests. At the moment, he is unimpressed by the actions of the various heroes and remains unswayed from his decision.

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Aug 11 2016, 03:37 PM
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Zosime had been more than content to practice with her new blades in the run up to this confrontation with Teth Adam. She wanted to make sure that he regretted the way in which he had behaved with her the last time they had met - he had left her in a state and gloated over her battered body. Now however she would be the one who was gloating over his being, right before she rended his head from his shoulders to ensure that he didn't return to cause trouble for her Princess or the rest of her race.<P>

She hadn't stopped in her practice apart from to eat, sleep and to spend time with Diana in an attempt to find the cause of the rising darkness and a way in which they could bring the fight to it. So far they had no major breakthroughs to speak of but Zosime believed that Teth Adam would know something. Even if it was only minor. During this fight, Zosime's aim was to beat the truth out of the man. No doubt he was going to be as tight lipped as she was when they had fought previously, it would be a tough slog ahead to get him to talk, but her ease of use with her weapons meant that she would fight as flawlessly as she would have done with her old swords.<P>

Waiting in the only place that she knew that he would come for her, the place in the world that had apparently been his own all those years ago - Zosime gazed down on the bustling streets below her. She had chosen a location far away from the people below. Although she was angry with Teth she did not want the innocents below to be affected by the fall out of their fight something that she was sure that he would appreciate - if he was as attached to this place as he used to be. Sometimes Diana having access to the Museum's resources was useful, in finding this information about Teth it had been invaluable. It did however have it's basis in the past, there was no telling if Teth would care about this land still, but it was a risk she was willing to take.<p>

Both hands stayed on the weapon hilts that were strapped to her side, ready for a surprise attack should the man decide he would strike her as soon as she was spotted by him. Zosime kept her stance light and her ears keened for any approaching sound, no doubt he could move silently through his magic, but, she wasn't about to let her guard down and assume he would do. If there was a chance to detect him before he arrived, she would be grateful for it.<p>

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Jul 10 2016, 07:01 PM
Spellbound - Lucifer - Hair Growing

Cheers - 3 Favours for 2 Powerful Swords

Divine Intervention - Lucifer Morningstar

On Behalf of Women Everywhere - Summoned Home


A Round of Applause

The Many Faced God
Jul 8 2016, 04:04 PM
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Zosime had recovered from her battle with Black Adam.<p>

Hatred burnt in her heart for the man every time she thought about him and the way in which he had treated her during their fight. There had been no honour in their battle and while she appreciated that she was not stronger than the other man he had left her broken and utterly humiliated after their confrontation. It was not at all like the fights she had been used to recently and it stung Zosime to know after all her training people like Diana and this Black Adam could walk all over her because of magical gifts.<P>

She had never been a believer in any of the other gods that people liked to bandy about. Yet the rumours that she had heard about one of the men in Gotham had lead her to the establishment which he owned wherein she hoped that she would be able to speak with him. Whether or not the rumours she heard were true or not, Zosime hoped the find the truth of it tonight after talking with this man personally.<p>

If it were true, she was more than happy to offer forth her assistance in anything he might require if he would be able to grant her request. Never again did she want to bow to a man, she wanted the power to be able to defeat Black Adam should she come to him again. It remained to be seen whether this being could do as it was rumoured he could and if he would want to for her, but Zosime with nothing better to do and wounds to lick, wanted to see if he could and would.<p>

Approaching the bar of the building named Inferos, Zosime stood there against the polished material of the bar and stared at the drinks lining the wall behind it. There were many but she was only interested in one. In her thick almost Greek accent, Zosime ordered;<p>

"One portion of grappa. Please." she added as an afterthought.<P>

She was still wearing her armour which was getting her some strange looks, she had however opted for only bringing her dagger with her tonight, leaving her two swords in the care of Diana at their lodgings. Her shorter hair after her attack had been cut into some kind of suitable style instead of mish-mash cut with her sword. It wasn't the same but, she made it work.<p>

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Everywhere and almost everything in this world confused Zosime.<p>

A part of her wished that she would have had a moment in her resolve where she was weak and would have not offered her help to Diana. Then she would have been in her familiar surroundings where everybody spoke the language that she understood perfectly and she would have been left quite happily to train with her various weaponry until the sun went down. Her career as a soldier was somewhat on the back burner as there had not been a serious threat to Paradise Island for many decades, but it was still a respected position in the society. She missed being able to be as free as she had been at home.<p>

Still she had offered her aid and Diana had accepted, she was going to be here for the foreseeable future which was why she had taken one of these music players that she had found out about. It was not to listen to what these people thought of as music, no, it was to listen to what were called 'audio tapes' which helped her to learn more of the language she would need to speak in her day to day life.<p>

Irritated by both the simple steps in the tape, as if she were simple herself, and the fact that many people continued to look at her while she was walking through the streets of Gotham, Zosime gritted her teeth almost painfully to center herself. If she did not get a control on her anger she might end up doing something foolish and reflecting that foolishness onto Diana. She simply did not understand why she was being stared at as if she were something on display, an oddity.<p>

Wearing armour was normal.<p>

Her height was normal.<p>

Carrying concealed weapons around with her, which might not have been so concealed, was normal.<p>

So with all those things being considered, Zosime was left with very little about herself that could be causing people to stare at her so. She simply pushed on through the crowds until she reached a blissfully empty street - smaller than the rest but a good place to take stock of her emotions and move from this place with a clearer head.<p>

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<div class="bwtitle">basic information</div>
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Name: Zosime<p>
Meaning: 'likely to survive/survivor'<p>
Height: 6 foot 2 inches<p>
Group: Amazon<p>
Sexuality: Pansexual<P>
Relationship Status: Available - hung up on Diana Prince<P>
Current Location: Paradise Island<P>

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Zosime is a dedicated warrior who has devoted most of her life to the practice and development of her skills in battle. Her life is highly scheduled and due to that she is a very regimented person in every element of her life - including her personal relationships. Spontaneity is not something that she enjoys and when confronted with it, Zosime often simply ignores the new opportunity in favour of continuing her daily tasks.<P>

Unfortunately this tends to make her quite anti-social compared to her other Amazon sisters, which for a community of warrior women on a hidden island means that if she hadn't have wanted to devote most of her time to training - that's one of the only other options that would have been left to her.<P>

When spending time with other Amazons she tends to be the stereotypical strong and silent person who is more of a presence than an actual participant in the conversation. Zosime attends every meeting and function she is required to, mostly through duty than any expectation of enjoyment. There are a select few who understand her and she likes spending time with when she has her free time in her schedule.<p>

During those times her reflective self can be seen, which is previously hidden under her layers of strength and silence. Zosime is an observant person and enjoys thinking on what she has seen and heard, she had deep insights into her way of life and the people around her which she only feels confident in sharing with those close with her.<p></div>

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* Enhanced intellect<p>
* Enhanced durability<P>
* Enhanced strength<p>
* Enhanced stamina<p>
* Enhanced agility<p>
* Immortality<P>


* Amazonian training <p>
- Archery<P>
- Equestrian<p>
- Swordsmanship<p>
- Advanced hand to hand combat<p>


* Magic of all levels<p>
* Scientific compounds such as poisons and toxins<P>
* Loses immortality as soon as Paradise Island is vacated<p>
* Technology based weapons e.g. guns and lazers<P>
* Geographically lost outside of Paradise Island<p>
* Lack of social skills<p>
* Lack of contacts in the outside world<P>

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Zosime had been a woman out of her time - when she had been alive the way in which she perceived the world and the manner in which she conducted herself was not accepted. She had been a woman who had desired more than being a marriage prospect for somebody and had wanted to take a different route in life, but unfortunately, due to her immense sense of duty to her family she ended up in a loveless marriage.<P>

She did not sire any children for many years and still had not by the time that she had passed on.<P>

Both her and her husbands time were filled with different things, different people. While he was busy working in his families political trade she was simply left at home to her own devices, which she used to train herself in various arts especially that of philosophy. She enjoyed reading and seeing different aspects of the world, absorbing different views and evaluating them.<p>

Her marriage was not a faithful one, which was normal in terms of the culture and what she had expected, however she had not thought that the affections would only be allowed to be shared by her husband. She had fallen for a strange person, someone that she couldn't tell from afar whether they were female or male - their features were both soft and edged at the same time. The difference of the person captured her attention and each time she spoke with her, the views that they gave her were pleasant.<P>

Feeling slighted that Zosime was sharing her affections with another, especially one who was considered so beneath him, her husband dispatched with her after a heavy night getting drunk on wine. No amount of philosophy would have saved her from the knife that he had plunged in her back.<P>

She was one of the souls then chosen for Resurrection by the female goddesses - the body that she was given was much changed from her last but Zosime found that she took to it better. The taller frame the stronger muscles appealed to her much more than her former soft and useless frame - this one exuded strength. Empowered to not allow herself to be put in a position of powerlessness again, Zosime halted her pursuit into the arts and channeled her passion into strengthening herself further than her gifts allowed.<p>

Favouring the sword instead of the bow, Zosime threw herself into a routine, initially started to strengthen herself and to make her anger at what had happened to her vent away through her actions. Eventually it consumed her days in their entirety, which only lessened when she came to begin her relationship with Diana. That still had left her with many many decades with nothing but her duty and her training, safe to say when she began her friendship, then her relationship with Diana there were many facets of her personality that needed work. She was willing to however, given the strength of her feelings for the other warrior woman.<p>

Although she understood when Diana had to leave to pursue her dreams of fighting the evil in mankind it did not make Zosime any less devastated.<p>

The emotional reconditioning she had gone through when she had started her friendship turn romance with the woman unraveled slowly as the time passed from their last meeting. Training was the only thing that she had left again, training and waiting for Diana to return. Now, although they had broken off their relationship when Diana left for the realm of mankind, she still holds feelings for the woman despite the amount of time since they last spoke with each other.<p>

Zosime waits on the Island of Paradise for word from Diana, but she plans, when she returns to pledge her services and return to the realm of man at her side. Not as a partner if she should not wish it, but, as a friend and valuable fighter.<P>


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<div class="bwcont"> OOC Name: Tiger<P>
Time Zone: GMT<p>
Character Number: 13<p>
Limitations: 3.3.3. - no killing, maiming nor controlling my character without previous permission granted thanks! <3</div>

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