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Victoria looked around at the crew. They were still frozen in the awe of Victoria's magical display. Coldly Victoria asked again, "Who is in charge here? Do not make me ask again."

"I am in command here, you mad witch," A male voice came from near the stern of the ship. A rather regal looking, red headed pirate stood at the top of a set of stairs. He looked down on Victoria from his high perch. He did not look like he was impressed by Victoria. He had seen mages before. In fact, he was one. Confidently he spoke for all to hear, "I am Captain Issac Crow. I am a Sea captain of the Raldoran Navy. 8th Captain in the Red Fleet. Who are you, girl! You dare board my ship, kill my crew, DEMAND MY PRESENCE!!! Who are you and by who do you claim authority to do these things?"

Victoria glared up at the man studying him. Long cloak, boots, and one sword that hung on his right hip. The mans appeal did not hint much to Victoria. However his tone and body language suggested a lot of hostility towards her. Victoria smirked and replied, "Your crew tried to disarm me. That was an insult I could not tolerate." Electricity visibly rippled down from Victoria's left shoulder and began to collect in her left hand as she began to silently cast a spell. She spoke again, "I am Sophia PeaceCraft. I claim the authority to do as I please by the right of power alone."

Captain Crow chuckled and waved his hand passively, "I believe I overheard you call yourself Rachel Hargrove before killing my minotaur. Your inability to tell constant lies betrays your nature. Your entire mystic is shattered now. You play all high and mighty, which holds power against those too cowardly to test the waters."

Victoria felt her lightning spell scream as if it needed more mana to complete. Something was not right. It could be the nature of this world that made this spell need more mana than usual or Victoria just got hit with a weak counter spell. Victoria could discern if the latter was true, this sea captain must be a mage. Victoria denied the spell its mana, letting it fizzle out. Victoria stuck the merfolk blade into the wood on the deck of the ship. The captain gave Victoria an opportunity and Victoria was going to use it. Victoria smiled innocently and shrugged. Innocently, Victoria apologized, "You are right. In all the fast actions, I forgot I had already spewed out a name. I am not practiced, but it was a good defence while it lasted. What happens now?"

The Sea Captain shakes his head slowly and replied with the authority of a cold judge, "I have no mercy for you any more than i have for my crew. You lost me my best raid leader. For that, I will smite you." The Captain raised right hand up to the sky. Magical red flames erupted out of no where and began to take the shape of a long spear. Once the spear formed it solidified and descended into the Captain's grasp.

Just as the captain grasped the spear, a wave of fear crashed its way through his body. It chilled him through and through. The flame spear vanished as he gasped to catch his breath. His eyes quickly locked onto Victoria. She was not smiling anymore. She was glaring at him like an angry dragon. Her eyes showed the intent to kill him. Victoria then spoke up, "What is with the lapse of confidence, Captain Crow? Surprised that you are not the only one who knows counter magic?"

The comment reignited the Captain's anger. It overcame his fear. Once again he created the fire spear. This time Victoria decided to use darker magic. Without uttering a word or losing her fixed gaze, she hit him with yet another counter spell. The Sea captain grabbed his chest with his left hand and fell against the ships railing. The crew that had been silent in shock and awe of this confrontation collectively gasped as they saw the captain stumble. The flaming spear never faded from the captain's hand this time. "Damn you!" The captain screamed as he hurled the spear at Victoria in anger.

Victoria did not flinch as the flaming spear passed by her head. She felt the heat of the spear on her cheek as it passed by. Other than a few singed hair the spear completely missed. The crew were blown away by how little Victoria seemed to react to the spear. They had seen that spear murder countless lesser beings. Victoria had not even flinched. Coldly and calmly, Victoria spoke, "I admit, I am surprised that spell did not kill you. Perhaps you should abandon hope of fighting me with magic."

Victoria pulled sword off her hip, sheath and belt all. She began to wrap the belt straps around the hilt to keep the sheath from coming off the blade. Confidently, she took her eyes off the captain as she looked down as she tied the belt straps on the sword. She shook her head fanning disappointment but really looking at the crew. The crew were content to watch this battle, they may even support her now that she has shown their captain to be mortal. "By Iroas," Victoria thought to herself, "What am I doing? There is no option to stop now until I take total control of this ship. I am creating a non-lethal weapon to kill this captain with... Iroas?"

Victoria looked up from her sword to see Captain Crow descending the steps towards her. His sword was held confidently in his left hand. Victoria smiled as she took up her sheathed sword in her left hand to match. She has won this already. The captain growled, "How pathetic that I am forced to fight you like the lowborn scum. Fall, witch!" He swung his sword in a horizontal slashing motion. Victoria ducked quickly. Her knee hit the wood deck with a loud thud. She quickly grabbed the merfolk blade she had set down early with her free right hand and cut at the Captain's abdomen. The blade cut easily, disemboweling the captain. Victoria bolted to her feet and backed away a few steps. The captain howled in pain as he charged Victoria. She effortlessly deflected his sword thrust by hitting his left forearm with her sheathed sword. Immediately she then plunged the merfolk blade through the Captain's heart. This did not stop the captain's momentum though. His bleeding body slammed into Victoria knocking her over. Captain Crow, 8th Captain in the Red fleet, died as he bleed out from his wounds. Victoria had to drop both her swords in order to push the captain's bleeding corpse off of her. She climbed to her feet as a pool of blood gathered at her feet. She grabbed her sheathed sword off the floor and admired her kill.

"Looks like we have a new captain," a merfolk crewman picked up his blade from the captain's pool of blood. It was the same merfolk, she stole the blade from.

"Didn't I throw you off the ship?" Victoria asked curiously while blood dripped off her dress.

"Yes, you did. But as you said Miss Captain. I am a 'fish person'." The merfolk replied, "Name's Clyde. I was the first mate under Captain Crow. I suggest you take my advise and command this ship to set sail to meet up the Admiral's flag ship. You now command one of his ships. It would be unwise to try to use this vessel for long without his blessing."

Victoria looked around at the crew. They were all awaiting orders. "Very well, We sail to the Admiral's flag ship." Victoria commanded, "First Mate Clyde, my beloved dress is now covered with blood. Show me to the captain's quarters so I may change. Then make sure we get where we are going. Sadly, I do not know how to sail"

Clyde motioned Victoria to follow and laughed, "Honestly, neither did Crow!"

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Several days past after Victoria seized command of the ship, apparently named the Black Angel. There was nothing around but ocean. The crew had spotted no other ships nor land. Victoria spent most of her time in the luxurious Captain's quarters. She had finally gained her sea legs so she could finally keep her balance in a fight on deck. Fortunately, Everyone on the crew seemed to accept Victoria's command. Either they were fine with a young woman taking over or they were too terrified to challenge her. Unfortunately, this state of affairs bored Victoria. In her boredom, She actually took time to dismantle Captain Crow's wardrobe. The captain seemed to enjoy dressing formally. Victoria, however, scraped many of the outfits to make more feminine attire.

Victoria was just about to cause trouble for her new crew out of boredom when the call came that they spotted a ship. Victoria came out to see. Three ships were sailing on the horizon. All three bore red sails. Immediately, Victoria began to calculate the odds of winning a fight against such odds. It was doubtful that their would be a fight but Victoria wanted to be prepared. She watched the ships constantly as the Black Angel approached the them.

There was some commotion as Victoria's ship came into the fleet with the other three. Her crew and the nearest ship began shouting insult and chanting their ship's praises as to outdo the other ship. The Merfolk Clyde seemed to be the only one working on actual matters of politics. Finally, the merfolk got the ship alongside the Admiral's. ropes were tossed and planks were layed to allow for moving between the two ships. Victoria and Clyde made their way across to the other ship. There was a handsome human man standing in the middle of this ship next to a hunchbacked goblin. The Goblin snarled at Victoria. The man extended his hand to Victoria, "I am Captain Adam Velvet, 5th Captain in the red Fleet. This goblin here is Captain Tin Tik, 14th Captain in the Red Fleet."

Victoria shook the Captain Velvet's hand, but before she could introduce herself, Clyde did it for her, "This is Victoria Pax. She bested Captain Crow in fair combat, both magical and with steel. She is to replace him as the 8th captain in the Red Fleet."

"That is very interesting. Congratulation at besting Crow." Captain Velvet said with a forced smile, "Best of Luck to you."

"Who replaces Captain Crow?" A booming voice comes from blow deck. Slowly a figure begins to climb out of the ship's hold. Horns were the first thing visible as a massive minotaur emerges.

The two sea captains casually step away from Victoria. Clyde nervously answers the minotaur's question, "Ad-Admiral Hungun. Victoria Pax, this lovely lady standing before you has met the requirements to become... I mean, hold the title of 8th Captain of the Red Fleet. She killed Captain Crow in fair combat, Sir."

The minotaur looked at Victoria with anger and hatred. He stepped forward till he toward over her. Victoria looked up at the minotaur always making eye contact. There was an awkward moment of silence as the minotaur thought. Without warning, the minotaur grabbed Victoria by the neck and lifted her off the deck. Victoria immediately grabbed the minotaur's arm to prevent herself from being choked. Admiral Hungun growled, "Captain Crow was a good friend of mine. Last remaining member of my original crew. Why do you think I should spare your life."

Victoria's mind raced trying to figure a way out of this hold. Her feet dangled in the air. If she reached for her sword, the minotaur would be able to crush her windpipe. She could planeswalk away but she hesitated doing that. Mogis help her if she decided to actually fight her way out. She might be able to dismember the minotaur with a spell, but then she would have to fight four entire crews worth of men. "I demand blood and Gold..." Victoria chocked out.

Admiral Hungun looked confused at this statement. He was taken aback by the sudden demand. "What do you mean you demand blood and gold? You think you can make demands of me!"

"My loyalty is cheap. Just blood and Gold." Victoria replied, "I am a warrior, battlefield tactican. I am also a powerful mage to cover my female weaknesses."

"Female weaknesses?" The minotaur asked curiously.

"Females tend to be physically weaker than males in most species. I use magic to out muscle those physically stronger than me. I am confident that is why Captain Crow used magic too. To cover his female weaknesses." Victoria replied.

The minotaur laughed. He tried not to. He dropped Victoria and turned aways from her. She hit the wooden deck with a thud. Victoria simply sat on the floor and watched. The minotaur regained his self control, "Yeah! I loved Captain Crow, but he was a weird one even for a human. If you really want to claim his title. I have something in mind."

The Minotaur looked at the other two sea captains and began to explain, "As you all know Lady Salna, our King, has given us a mandate to seek artifacts of the old world to further her research. The Viragraf have a large stockpile of artifacts which they constantly refuse to share with her. I thus have personally demanded I conduct a raid against Viragraf. I, however, am unwilling to commit my entire fleet to a single raid against those land lovers. So, this is why I sent for you both, Captain Velvet and Captain Tin Tik. Your crews and mine were supposed to conduct a joint raid. However! The lady 8th Captain here decided to show up just in time. SO, Captain Pax will be leading this raid. If it is successful, then she will have her ship and title. If she fails, she will die. That simple. Questions?"

"What artif- no, is this all the ships that are coming?" Victoria asks still not getting back on her feet.

"Why, do you want more ships?" Captain Velvet asks. Victoria confidently shakes her head no.

"This is what you have to work with, girl." The Admiral minotaur says as he walks away.

Victoria smiles, "Good, we will attack at the morning's twilight. Just before dawn tomorrow. We catch them as they awake from their sleep."

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Victoria stood proudly across a high table from three lords. The Lord in the center wore all the adornments worthy of his status as a prince while the two on either side of him wore numerous military honors. Victoria wore a simple black dress that descended to just below her knees. From the hemline, red flame patterns stretched upward along the dress. Her brown hair was pulled neatly into a military style bun. She work heavy black leather boots akin to those used by the soldiers of this world. The only thing suggesting she was not some country girl was the long one-and-a-half handed steel sword that rested on her left hip.

The lord in the center of the trio passed a bag of coins across the table to Victoria, "Are you sure there is nothing We can do to make you stay? After all you did bring a war that has been waging for almost 30 years to a swift, decisive end. Surely you have earned something other than gold. Lordship, land, men, you name it and i will give it to you. You can give up this mercenary lifestyle and serve with honor in a proper army. And what if the enemy does return?"

Victoria chuckled as she grabbed the bag of coins, "No need to be so dramatic, my fair prince. All I really did was blow a whole in the walls of a string of coastal fortresses. Honestly, if you would have just invested in better siege craft or had better mages." Victoria began to transfer the coins from the bag into one of her own counting silently as she did.

"Perhaps we should take that money back to buy siegecraft and train better mages then," The Lord on the right piped up.

Victoria did not even pretend that she was amused, "Look! We had a deal. You pay me, I kill for you. The more I kill, the more I am paid. I have kept my end of the deal, I find it funny that you a lord knight would tarnish your honor to even suggest not honoring your end of the deal. As for the enemy returning, I doubt they will be able to muster the numbers to return for several years if not a decade." Victoria finished counting her gold then turned to leave, "If they do return, then so shall I. If I am still alive that is..."

The trio of Lords watched as Victoria left. The lord on the right shook his head before turning to the others and asking, "Was a quick, and easy victory worth dealing with that woman?" The doors closed behind her just in time for Victoria to not hear the other's answer. Victoria was fine not knowing how they felt in the end.

Victoria had just exited the building as a happy looking noble woman ran over to Victoria. "Lady Victoria!!!" The woman exclaimed. A fully armored knight walked behind the woman. Victoria knew that knight well. Victoria raised her hand to stop the approaching noble woman, "Sorry Princess, But if you try one more time to get me to come to the Victory Gala. I swear I will scatter your insides from here to church at the end of this street."

The princess was startled at Victoria's tone. The knight jumped at the remark, "What! What is wrong with you, Lady Victoria?!"

Victoria reached up and undid her bun. Her hair fell down as it may. Victoria smiled, "I have not killed anyone in a week. I just got my pay for my work. I am off to go find another war to fight in."

The Princess looked confused then asked, "But the war is over. The land is finally at peace. Where can you go to find war? Are you going to start one?"

"Maybe..." Victoria replied, "However, this is not the only world wars are waged on. I think I am going to try somewhere new." Victoria turned and walked down the street away from the princess and her knight. As she walked the cool evening air of the city was replaced with a warm salty ocean breeze. Slowly the evening city landscape faded away to be replaced with a bright sunny deck of a ship at sea. Victoria went from walking down a street to standing against the railing of a ship staring out into the vast blue ocean.

"HEY!!! IDENTIFY YOURSELF!!! HOW DID YOU GET ABOARD?!" A hostile, male voice came from behind Victoria.

Victoria raised her hands non-aggressively and turned around slowly. As innocent as she could muster, she began to lie, "I am Rachel Hargrove. I am a humble Scholar. I was experimenting with a teleportation spell and landed here. I was lucky I landed on a ship. I really must thank you."

The crew of the ship that was on the top deck looked to be very well mixed. Merfolk, Humans, and goblins. There was a minatoar pulling a rope to raise the ships red sails. Victoria's accuser was a slimy looking merfolk. He already taken out his sword already. The merfolk approached Victoria, "Well, Ms. Hargrove. You must be the least luckiest woman alive. For This Ship belongs to the Raldoran fleet. One of the infamous Red Fleet, under the Command of Admiral Khal Hungun. Even more unfortunate for you, Our captain is human. A pretty thing like you should easily be to his liking."

The merfolk reached out to take the sword from off Victoria's hip, "Now why would a scholar be needing such a nice sword." Victoria reacted suddenly. She grabbed the merfolk's arm and twisted. In one fluid motion, she threw the merfolk over the railing of the ship and disarmed him. The merfolk splashed loudly when he hit the water. Victoria chuckled as she examined her newly acquired blade, "Wow! I did not expect that to work. I had forgotten how slimy fish people can be."

The crew were startled by how quickly she reacted. She definitely was not a humble scholar. The minotaur that was on deck dropped the line to the sails. He pulled two maces off his belt and bellowed out a warcry. He charged across the ship shaking the enormous vessel. Victoria's eyes glowed dark red and with a innocent wave of her left hand the minotaur was dead. Its flesh was replaced with ash and its charred skeletion bounced accross the deck in pieces. Victoria comments coldly while her eyes still glowed, "Sure, I am no humble scholar, but I am still a mage beyond your power. Who is in charge here?" Victoria rested her boot on top of the minotaur's charred skull and crushed its brittle remains effortlessly.

Fallout: Terror of the Everglades

I apologize for my recent ghosting of this rp. I have been struggling on whether i could still manage to run this rp. I have decided to try none the less because there seems to still be a group interested here. I do need to warn you that I will be leaving Wednesday on a trip across the USA. It should take 4-6 days. I will only be able to check the guild on mobile while i am traveling.

Fallout: Terror of the Everglades

Victoria's eyebot shook itself side to side to indicate it was not the red witch. It then sent a package of data to Slag explaining that the Red witch was about to undertake a mission. As an enclave operative, Slag should come along. Details about the Geck and where to meet up were included. Slag was on his own until morning when the group departed. Then the eyebot turned and floated away cheerfully.

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Victoria awoke with a start. The feeling of something being wrong woke her from a fairly pleasant dream. If she had not gain enough to realize she was dreaming she might have not realized something was wrong. She looked over from her bed at the prewar alarm clock across the room. Its gears were stuck showing 2:34 am, but the first rays of daylight could be seen breaking the horizon. She gets up and walks over to the broken device. Without warning she grabs a bat and smashes the alarm clock into a thousand pieces. "Worthless piece of junk." Victoria exclaimed. Her eyebot beeped a scared sounding series of beeps. Victoria turned to it and smiled, "Oh you are fine. Though you are once again on alarm clock duty. Now, lets go prepare."

Victoria did a light jog from her room to the meeting place by the city gates. There was already a decent crowd. Victoria cursed under her breath. Some leader she was to be late to such an important meeting. She may just have lost the respect she might have gained from her initial hiring speech. She made it to the group and said, "Sorry, I am late. I had business to attend to. Now, we have a good long march south along the I-75. I hope you all are ready. We will spend a night under the stars and if all goes well we reach the place that is to be our outpost by noon tomorrow."

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I would like to add in my two cents. With the planeswalkers that we are playing, I do not feel we should worry too much about the sharing of colors. Aside from limiting creativity, I want to suggest that colors are not the issue. I think we need to be worrying about the kind of magic that color adds to the character. The more colors a planeswalker uses the more diluted those individual colors actually become.

For example, Syeena is green white and red while Victoria is black red and white. They overlap in red and white. However, their red and white magicks are night and day. Victoria is far more aggressive and destructive in her use of Red/white. Syeena (From my impression) uses red white to preserve the collective good. She uses red to destroy a threat to the group in order to preserve the whole. Victoria uses red to destroy things that get in her way without care whether that death is good for the whole or even herself. I know these are probably just personality, but Victoria uses red for its raw destructiveness while i feel Syeena uses it for its utility to augment her abilities.

Basically what I am implying as long as the magics used by the characters are unique then it should not matter which colors they chose to splash into. I confess I am completely willing to drop white mana from Victoria. Her white magic is an odd emergent property coming out of her choice of using magic talored to war and conflict. Wars are conducted between groups of peoples. White/Black tends to see the group as an extention of the individuals and Red/White is warfare where sides fight each other with the full passion and zeal of red but the group that white loves (Basically classic Boros). Victoria is solidly Black then Red as she was blessed by Theros's red/black god, Mogis.

Other then I being willing to make Victoria just black/red. I would have to comment on the mana fixing lands. I think the second option is better. Each land has the basic land type of the center color of the card yet pings you for the enemy dual colors. I like the idea. However, What if instead of you taking damage from the enemy colors, your opponent gains 1 life.

P.S. I have a buddy interested in joining this rp, however he is doing summer traveling and will not have internet for about another week. He was thinking of being an Blue white mage.

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Character Sheet

Name:
Victoria Pax

Titles or Aliases:
Warmonger, Mad Witch, Lady Knight

Gender: Female

Age: 23

Race: Human

Color:
Black, red, white

Appearance:

My Hider

Brief personality:
War is the nature of any state or nation. Between any two separate individuals there will be a war. Victoria sees this as truth and tries to profit in all kinds of conflicts. Victoria acts like a fun loving, uncaring individual. She takes nothing seriously. She is aggressive and relishes a good "fair" fight. However, her constant fighting has strong suicidal overtones. She cares not who employs her, who she fights with, or who she is fighting as long as she can get wealth from it.

Home plane:
She has no base of operation on any plane. However, she was born and raised on Theros.

Equipment:
Normally, Victoria does carry much on her. She definitely carries a red velvet bag to hold coin and a small smooth disk of Darksteel that could fit in the palm of her hand. Any armor, spears, swords, and shields she uses she creates as needed by solidifying mana into weapons she is familiar with it. She can fashion weapons from any she has seen across the multiverse. These weapons usually fade after she is done with them. When not in battle she usually wears a black and red dress.

Abilities:
Victoria practices a variety of killing and lethal magics. Lightning, fireballs, strangling with shadows, magical dismemberment, are just some. Her white magic may be the most peaceful way to go, but the more she despises you the more she will use red, then black magic to make one suffer. She can also use artifact summoning, usually equipment. She does not share her summoned artifacts using them to augment her fighting. Victoria has always had a innate talent for conflict. She can understand how to use a weapon just by holding it or observing its use once. She also sees time pass a lot slower in combat. Warriors and soldiers commonly do this in life and death situations, but she can force this whenever she wants. She may see time pass slower, but she has no ability to manipulate time.

History:

My Hider

Victoria was born on the plane of Theros, a realm where heroes and gods are idolized. Her childhood was very peacefully in comparison to the endless conflict of her later life. She was born to a very devout pair of farmers who worked peacefully in the shadows of the polis. Victoria, as a young girl, behaved and dreamed like the other girls that they would marry a hero and live happily ever after. When Victoria was 12, her family made a trip up to the polis in order to join a celebration in the city-state after it won a long war between the humans of the polis and the minotaurs of Mogis. Victoria and her family lined the road into the city as the victorious heroes rode into the city.

Theros is not just a plane of mortals, but a plaything of living gods. This excessive celebration of the victory was taken as an insult by the god, Mogis. Mogis sent his minotaur horde against the polis again. The minotaurs charged at the citizens of the city. As the citizens panicked and tried to get behind the walls of the polis, many were trampled by each other as well as minotaurs. The city defenders, who were caught off guard, failed to close the gates in time and the walls were breached. Victoria and her family were caught in the charge. She was protected from being trampled by the bodies of her mother and father. When everything around her fell silent, She pushed her way out of the pile of corpses. She looked around to see a single minotaur eating the remains of her brother. In despair and hatred, Victoria cried out. And Mogis answered. He blessed Victoria with madness, and she blacked out.

The god Mogis has a twin, the god Iroas. Both are gods of war, both gladly undermine each other. Victoria, in her berserk rage, began killing everything that showed hostility. Iroas saw her anger as justified and was impressed by her natural marital talents. Mogis only blinded her with rage, but that would never have gotten Victoria anywhere if she was not special. Iroas directed her madness against the minotaurs and aided her fight. Then he finally released her from Mogis's madness.

Victoria came back to herself. She was panting, her dress was covered in blood of minotaurs and humans, and wielding two swords not her own. She had no knowledge of how she got into the middle of the streets of the polis. There was a shout behind her and she turned to see the polis's champion and his closest troops behind him. She knew him well and even idolized him. His exploits had at one time been the bedtime stories that her mother told. Victoria dropped her swords as started to approach him. He however was not as pleased to see her. Her hero however was not as nearly happy to see her. Seeing her as a follower of Mogis for she once carried the blessing of Mogis, He ran her through the stomach with his spear. In shock of this betrayal, fear of death, and hatred for the man she once admired, Her planeswalker spark ignited and she fell through the Blinding Eternities.

She emerged on the metal plane of Mirrodin. She was bleeding badly. She would have died shortly after if a Vedalken healer had not stumbled upon her. She was restored to health and after recovering she questioned her rescuer. The blue man was foreign to anything she knew. The Vedalken was a wizard who was looking for an answer to the Phyrexian oil that was corrupting his homeland. He had also informed her of the war that was now waging across the world. She felt obligated to repay the man, but he refused any payment. He however suggested that if she was truly determined to repay him, she could fight to protect the world from the phyrexian forces. This is the moment that she joined the Phyrexian-Mirrodin war.

Her fighting never made her path cross that of Elspeth, Venser, or Koth. She knew of Koth as he was an influential leader, but the other planeswalkers were less known. Her path was that of a common foot soldier. She learned how to wage war and how to fight true monsters. Her talents and her new found skills eventually gained her command of a small group of soldiers. She was largely victorious, but she was fighting for a losing cause. Phyrexian forces had raw numbers over the Mirrodin forces. They also had a unified force and could coordinate across large distances. Phyrexians took vast areas of strategic importance despite any efforts of the Mirrodins. It slowly became clear to Victoria and her troops that the war was lost. Her men actively deserted before they were wiped out by the enemy. Those who remain lost the will to continued fighting. Victoria's war came to an end as the plane of Mirrodin accepted its identity as New Phyrexia. She did not stay on with the mirridon resistance. She stood on top a mountain looking down on the corrupted plain full of mindless Phyrexian drones. For the second time, she could see her faith and belief in high ideals fail before her. Clutching a small disk of Darksteel, a piece of Mirrodin that would never fall to Phyrexia, She shook her head and turned her back to it all as she planeswalked away.

Since this time, Victoria has wandered the multiverse fighting in conflicts all over and for all kinds of reasons, mainly coin. War was the natural state of nations, she might have well made a profit in such a reality. High ideals that Victoria was raised to believe in, she now understood they were lies told to encourage killing and death. Victoria no longer has a goal. Her coming to the plane of Omara was just another random jump through the multiverse in the hope of finding a new conflict to fight in.

Card:

My Hider

Other:
The disk she holds is the card Darksteel relic.

Theme Song

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Character Sheet

Name:
Victoria Pax

Titles or Aliases:
Warmonger, Mad Witch, Lady Knight

Gender: Female

Age: 23

Race: Human

Color:
Black, red, white

Appearance:

My Hider

Brief personality:
War is the nature of any state or nation. Between any two separate individuals there will be a war. Victoria sees this as truth and tries to profit in all kinds of conflicts. Victoria acts like a fun loving, uncaring individual. She takes nothing seriously. She is aggressive and relishes a good "fair" fight. However, her constant fighting has strong suicidal overtones. She cares not who employs her, who she fights with, or who she is fighting as long as she can get wealth from it.

Home plane:
She has no base of operation on any plane. However, she was born and raised on Theros.

Equipment:
Normally, Victoria does carry much on her. She definitely carries a red velvet bag to hold coin and a small smooth disk of Darksteel that could fit in the palm of her hand. Any armor, spears, swords, and shields she uses she creates as needed by solidifying mana into weapons she is familiar with it. She can fashion weapons from any she has seen across the multiverse. These weapons usually fade after she is done with them. When not in battle she usually wears a black and red dress.

Abilities:
Victoria practices a variety of killing and lethal magics. Lightning, fireballs, strangling with shadows, magical dismemberment, are just some. Her white magic may be the most peaceful way to go, but the more she despises you the more she will use red, then black magic to make one suffer. She can also use artifact summoning, usually equipment. She does not share her summoned artifacts using them to augment her fighting. Victoria has always had a innate talent for conflict. She can understand how to use a weapon just by holding it or observing its use once. She also sees time pass a lot slower in combat. Warriors and soldiers commonly do this in life and death situations, but she can force this whenever she wants. She may see time pass slower, but she has no ability to manipulate time.

History:

My Hider

Victoria was born on the plane of Theros, a realm where heroes and gods are idolized. Her childhood was very peacefully in comparison to the endless conflict of her later life. She was born to a very devout pair of farmers who worked peacefully in the shadows of the polis. Victoria, as a young girl, behaved and dreamed like the other girls that they would marry a hero and live happily ever after. When Victoria was 12, her family made a trip up to the polis in order to join a celebration in the city-state after it won a long war between the humans of the polis and the minotaurs of Mogis. Victoria and her family lined the road into the city as the victorious heroes rode into the city.

Theros is not just a plane of mortals, but a plaything of living gods. This excessive celebration of the victory was taken as an insult by the god, Mogis. Mogis sent his minotaur horde against the polis again. The minotaurs charged at the citizens of the city. As the citizens panicked and tried to get behind the walls of the polis, many were trampled by each other as well as minotaurs. The city defenders, who were caught off guard, failed to close the gates in time and the walls were breached. Victoria and her family were caught in the charge. She was protected from being trampled by the bodies of her mother and father. When everything around her fell silent, She pushed her way out of the pile of corpses. She looked around to see a single minotaur eating the remains of her brother. In despair and hatred, Victoria cried out. And Mogis answered. He blessed Victoria with madness, and she blacked out.

The god Mogis has a twin, the god Iroas. Both are gods of war, both gladly undermine each other. Victoria, in her berserk rage, began killing everything that showed hostility. Iroas saw her anger as justified and was impressed by her natural marital talents. Mogis only blinded her with rage, but that would never have gotten Victoria anywhere if she was not special. Iroas directed her madness against the minotaurs and aided her fight. Then he finally released her from Mogis's madness.

Victoria came back to herself. She was panting, her dress was covered in blood of minotaurs and humans, and wielding two swords not her own. She had no knowledge of how she got into the middle of the streets of the polis. There was a shout behind her and she turned to see the polis's champion and his closest troops behind him. She knew him well and even idolized him. His exploits had at one time been the bedtime stories that her mother told. Victoria dropped her swords as started to approach him. He however was not as pleased to see her. Her hero however was not as nearly happy to see her. Seeing her as a follower of Mogis for she once carried the blessing of Mogis, He ran her through the stomach with his spear. In shock of this betrayal, fear of death, and hatred for the man she once admired, Her planeswalker spark ignited and she fell through the Blinding Eternities.

She emerged on the metal plane of Mirrodin. She was bleeding badly. She would have died shortly after if a Vedalken healer had not stumbled upon her. She was restored to health and after recovering she questioned her rescuer. The blue man was foreign to anything she knew. The Vedalken was a wizard who was looking for an answer to the Phyrexian oil that was corrupting his homeland. He had also informed her of the war that was now waging across the world. She felt obligated to repay the man, but he refused any payment. He however suggested that if she was truly determined to repay him, she could fight to protect the world from the phyrexian forces. This is the moment that she joined the Phyrexian-Mirrodin war.

Her fighting never made her path cross that of Elspeth, Venser, or Koth. She knew of Koth as he was an influential leader, but the other planeswalkers were less known. Her path was that of a common foot soldier. She learned how to wage war and how to fight true monsters. Her talents and her new found skills eventually gained her command of a small group of soldiers. She was largely victorious, but she was fighting for a losing cause. Phyrexian forces had raw numbers over the Mirrodin forces. They also had a unified force and could coordinate across large distances. Phyrexians took vast areas of strategic importance despite any efforts of the Mirrodins. It slowly became clear to Victoria and her troops that the war was lost. Her men actively deserted before they were wiped out by the enemy. Those who remain lost the will to continued fighting. Victoria's war came to an end as the plane of Mirrodin accepted its identity as New Phyrexia. She did not stay on with the mirridon resistance. She stood on top a mountain looking down on the corrupted plain full of mindless Phyrexian drones. For the second time, she could see her faith and belief in high ideals fail before her. Clutching a small disk of Darksteel, a piece of Mirrodin that would never fall to Phyrexia, She shook her head and turned her back to it all as she planeswalked away.

Since this time, Victoria has wandered the multiverse fighting in conflicts all over and for all kinds of reasons, mainly coin. War was the natural state of nations, she might have well made a profit in such a reality. High ideals that Victoria was raised to believe in, she now understood they were lies told to encourage killing and death. Victoria no longer has a goal. Her coming to the plane of Omara was just another random jump through the multiverse in the hope of finding a new conflict to fight in.

Card:

My Hider

Other:
The disk she holds is the card Darksteel relic.

Theme Song

Fallout: Terror of the Everglades

Ok, finish up your time in the tavern. Then find your way to the city gate the next morning.

Fallout: Terror of the Everglades

Victoria waited for a good while before speaking again, "Ok, I guess there is nothing else. I need to go make sure my beloved Eyebot is ok. People love to take puck shots at it when i am not around. I will depart tomorrow at Dawn. If you are not there, I will depart without you and I will not have to pay you. Anyways, the next round of drinks is on me if you have joined me."

Rusty chuckles, "Girl, you still owe me a new robot. But I will just add it to your tab."

Victoria finally got out of the stage and walked out the door without talking to anyone else.