Deathshadowed - 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭.

ＨＥＡＶＥＮ ＩＳ Ａ ＰＬＡＣＥ ＯＮ ＥＡＲＴＨ

◇ Indi. Mutuals Only. Female-centric multifandom multimuse RP blog.

◇ Crossover + OC Friendly

◇ Dark and mature themes present. 18+ Only (Sinblog: @sinfulparadise)

◇ Promo: @strebcr

◇ Penned by Hannah

Karma thought, hoped she will perish in a great battle, the most famous shootout of the old Western era. Death accompanied her since childhood, her parents dying when she was 10, her uncle when she was 20. The legendary marksman has never missed her target; she was a Black Mamba: one bite, sure death. The only remaining family member was her horse, Villám, a cross breed between Lipizzan & Akhal Teke. The gang she was hunting realized how deep her bond ran with Villám, wrestled the horse into the furthest stall from the exit and set the stall on fire. Karma had a choice, continue her hunt with vengeance and leaving Villám to die alone, afraid or face her greatest fear, the fire and try to rescue her.

She marched into the flames. By the time she reached and freed her, she knew it was too late for them to get out. Her revolver only had one bullet in the cylinder, she couldn’t leave Villám, nor she had the strength to end her. Instead Karma told her to breathe. Breathe in the thick clouds of smoke before the fire could reach them. They collapsed and died together, shielding each other from the approaching flames. The most feared gunslinger died in 1895, her grave unmarked, her legend slowly suffocating along with her.

The first change she noticed in Hell that the chambers of her revolvers, Salvation and Damnation were full. The next was Villám standing next to her, her mane and tail billowing like smoke, her fur a darker shade of black and her eyes were acid green fire. As Karma was hugging the only one remaining and even following her to death, her hair fell into her face; instead of the sun lightened dark blonde, porcelain white strands.

As she took a small step realized that the exact spot she’s been standing has started deteriorating. Death following her like a shadow in life has finally caught up with her. When Karma learned about the yearly cleanse, she decided to test her newfound powers, pressing her hand to the border of the ring until was eaten away and she could escape with Villám.

She wandered through rings until she reached Wrath, the scenery, the inhabitants a strong reminder of her life, therefore she decided to settle in that ring.

Side verse / delayed death: Humbled by her death, Karma treated her afterlife as a second chance. She lived in almost complete soltitute, near exile mostly due to her powers as she didn't want to harm anyone nor the infrastructure and her actual need to enjoy the quiet, dangerous desert with her horse by her side. She took on various jobs, hunting, weapon maintenance, locating lost or missing children and killing those who took them; a humble life which didn't require her to be known by society other than a wraith passing by. Until a day and a challenge, a threat came.

Main: As decades passed, the ivory haired woman and her midnight wonder of a horse wasn't too much of a secret. The current local demon lord had his eyes on the strange mare and challenged the rider to a race, if he wins he takes Villám. Karma agreed, her faith in her horse's speed unwavering, plus it...offered a thrill from her old life. Despite her victory, Villám was about to be taken she realized there was only one way out of the situation. After the showdown Karma realized she was destined to kill, no matter how she tried to run from it. With now shadows oozing from her back, she continued with her old job, a bounty hunter clouded by murky mist and an aura of decay.

Demonic features:

At first glance Karma appears relatively humanlike. Bone white hair, poison green sclera, bright, glowing acid green irises along with the glowing outline of her crosshair scar. Her right pupil merged together with the scar, but causes no problems in vision.

Her skin is sickly pale, as if she’s a ghost, it turns to black starting from her fingers while shooting. Her crosshair scar also glows when taking aim.

As a souvenir from her human life, her Black Mamba alias carried over into the afterlife in the form of the entire interior of her mouth being ink black along with a slightly lighter black forked tongue. She also has two extra hidden fangs on the top of her mouth which she can flick down briefly. However she's not venomous, but the sight is usually deterring enough to keep the facade.

There are two long ashen gashes on her back, always oozing shadows: the slits feel like they are missing something; also they are the main source of the eerie fog/shadows accompanying her.

Karma doesn’t bleed. When she’s wounded, black mist with tints of green seep out of the wound, both weaving it close and eroding everything else it touches. Her heart is also silent, been since her death but overwhelming emotions are capable of making it beat for a few seconds, which is both physically painful and an emotional trauma in one.

Demonic transformation: Karma is quite short with her 5'9 frame, but that can change quite drastically between 10 feet up to even 20. Her whole body is overtaken by a substance similar to smoke; black, poison & seafoam green swirling together. Her state is between solid and gaseous, gaining speed unable to be followed by naked eye. Her left eye striking white, her crosshair scar glowing a vicious acid green while the rest of her face stays hidden in the shadows.

Abilities:

Revolvers: her bullets are the essence of souls she has killed both when alive and dead; combined with her powers. Stronger the person/entity was, greater the bullet’s damage will be to the point of destroying holy beings. Her bullet supply is near unlimited, but if she misses one shot, she will lose all collected souls, reaving only one bullet when she died.

Aura of decay: Karma can’t stay in one place for too long. The smoke accompanies her every step, causing the environment to die, most beings to age if spent too much time in her presence. So far only one is immune to it. When transformed, instead of this phenomenon being passive, she can unleash it as a devastating offense, the swirling black and acid green tendrils leaving only brittle bones.

Shadow manipulation: She can control shadows in her vicinity, short distance travel through them, engulf smaller areas in complete darkness. In shadows she can move faster than sound, agile and her body is not solid while doing so.

Sensing life forms: Mostly with her left eye, she can sense life nearby, although can’t pinpoint the exact location unless she’s really close. But she knows someone, something is there.

∗ 34﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  somewhere  they  shouldn’t  be . - Scarlet

Interesting prompts

Good old Pride never failed to disappoint. Loud, entitled, slimy, a modern wild west without spine. Her job was done, there wasn't any need for her to stick around and endure more of this...if not for the same shark demon seeming too interested in a beautiful flower shop. Which by itself wasn't suspicious, him not buying anything after both of his trips was. Along with how he eyed the imp lady when she wasn't looking.

Therefore Karma extended her stay to see if he returned the third time; of course he did. No innocent ladies will get hurt or worse because she turned a blind eye to obvious signs. Villám followed the demon like a shadow, the nimble horse finding shelter in the shades every time he looked behind his back.

When he began to dial a number, an acid green bullet tore through the air and then his hand.

The sound of steel heeled cowboy boots followed by the chitter of the phone being kicked away muffled by agonized screaming.

“You can make it easy.” Karma spoke, calm as always

“Who did you want to call?” she loomed over the demon, asking so casually as if she was asking about the weather

"My hand, you whore!"

“Hands.” she corrected and before the confused 'Huh?' could leave the fanged mouth, she's already shot through both of them.

“Who did you want to call.” she repeated with more force this time, after the screaming died down to whimpers

"...My boss" came the reluctant reply

“Why?” defiance was already welling up in his eyes; off went his tail fin

"Because he wants to be sure its her!" upon sensing it wasn't satisfying enough, he finally began to talk "He killed her, she's supposed to be dead and no one can escape him!"

“His name, and this is over.” Karma promised, eerie and almost unfeeling

"Crimson!" came the shout when she aligned the revolver with his knee.

“Rest.” and Karma fulfilled her promise before the shark demon could fully comprehend the meaning

A sigh followed the final shot, how she hated when her gut was right. And not like she could just leave the corpse here with evidences of torture. Shadowy mist swirled from her, whispering, stretching towards the body. Her form began to distort as her powers crawled over and engulfed the corpse in a lethal embrace, eating away skin, flesh, organs and even bones. No trace left behind, save for seemingly random holes where the bullets had struck, no one would know except the disappeared dead. Or so she thought.

The Evermore-Grimoire: Elemental Powers

Umbrakinesis is the power to create, shape and manipulate darkness as well shadows. By itself, darkness it’s mostly used to cloud everything into total darkness, but by accessing a dimension of dark energy it can be channeled to a variety of effects, both as an absence of light or as solid substance such as being able to project beams/ rays of darkness. Those who wield this power can also control and manipulate beings that dwell in the shadows, can create and dispel shields of darkness, as well as create constructs, weapons and even teleport long distances through shadows.

@goetiia

The swarming reporters were a perfect cover, given by the shadows they cast as they desperately tried to snap a picture of the possibly gravely injured Prince. Her lips twitched in disgust at the thought. Karma, despite her ways still vividly contrasted, contradicted Sloth, from clothing to attitude without mentioning her occupation or powers.

Of course she couldn't leave Villám in Wrath, the sleek midnight horse with emerald flame eyes blended almost as well among the shades as her rider. The marksman has lost count of the years she spent in Wrath, the desert almost like the scorching Arizona. She has watched the Harvest Moon festival from afar, solitude preferred for everyone's sake. Nothing she wasn't used to already.

“Be patient, alright? Call for me if necessary.” the marksman's tone gentle as she parted from her horse

It wasn't morbid curiosity that caused her to make this decision but genuine care; a poison green shadow slithering through the crowd unseen and undetected, crawling under closed doors, seeking the source fluttering life. Swirling smoke took her shape once in the room filled with flowers instinctively flinching away from her mere presence.

A louder clack of steel heeled boots to make her entrance known as subtle and careful as she could.

“I apologize if my presence is unwanted, Your Highness.”

The infamous eye with quite a reputation in Wrath a dim glow and contrast against the room.

“I can assure you, I mean no harm. I came because I'm genuinely worried about your state but I can leave if you wish to. I wouldn't blame you if my presence is...upsetting at best.” who would even want Death visiting them in a hospital?

NEGATIVE QUALITIES: ZODIAC EDITION.

bold what definitely applies to your muse. italicize what somewhat applies to your muse. ( repost, don’t reblog! )

ARIES : tries to do everything at once, doesn’t know when to stop and take care of themselves, bends over backwards for everyone even if someone did them dirty, has entirely too much on their plate.

TAURUS : idealistic, spends a lot of time trying to impress others, doesn’t like to apologize, eating is a coping mechanism or just addictive personalities in general, a tad codependent.

GEMINI : the most flip floppy people ever, what’s today’s mood?, never apologizes, in denial 90% of the time, their way is the highway, desperately needs a break, they have a hard time setting goals because their goals scare them.

CANCER : the literal meaning of I’ll give you the shirt off my back, isolates themselves in fear of someone hurting them, wants to change but is scared of change, complains a lot but never takes advice people give them.

LEO : no one takes them seriously because they feel they always have to portray themselves as the fun one, is actually really sad inside, honestly needs a hug, exhausted always.

VIRGO : can dish it but can’t take it, rushes everything, anxious, plans their future but forgets to live in the moment, sometimes ignores their friends because they have so much on their mind, talks about themselves a lot and sometimes forgets to ask the other person how they are.

LIBRA : solves everyone’s problems but their own, is actually really sad and lonely, gets easily heartbroken but tries not to show it, will do anything to justify bad decisions, honestly just wants everyone to love them but doesn’t really love themselves.

SCORPIO : easily set off, will give anyone the cold shoulder at any time even without reason, keeps a lot in, so observant that they oftentimes find out things that hurt them, too many “what ifs” swirling in their heads, has trouble showing their true selves.

SAGITTARIUS : impatient, brash, commitment issues, body issues, doesn’t realize they don’t need to change for anyone, has a lot of different goals to a point where they get overwhelmed, just wants to disappear and do what they want without anyone questioning them.

CAPRICORN : scared people won’t like them unless they’re at the top of their game 24/7, takes a LOT for them to talk about their feelings, secretly struggling, fake happy, needs a plan but doesn’t know what that plan is, confident but insecure at the same time, wants to be stable but sometimes wishes they could drop everyone’s expectations of them and live normally.

AQUARIUS : gets heartbroken like 30 times a week, trust issues, can be unmotivated and disinterested, feels they have to adapt to every person they meet so they can be liked, doesn’t know how to tap into their emotions despite being very intuitive, confused, expects little.

PISCES : empathetic often to a point of no return, plays the victim, doesn’t know when to say no, cynical, hermit, is very impatient, trusts everyone too much, can be secretly very critical and judgmental, can only tolerate maybe ten minutes of social interaction, needs a lot of validation.