Character Name: Gamora
Alignment: Hero
Character Speech Color&Font: Georgia in Dark Green
Powers and Abilities: Gamora knows a vast majority of the galaxy's armed and unarmed fighting techniques and is therefore able to take on opponents who are physical far superior to her with relative ease. She maintains slight superhuman abilities; strength, speed, agility, durability, and she can even regenerate. These slight abilities were further increased by Thanos, and most of her skeleton replaced with some kind of unbreakable material.
Character Origin/Backstory: Gamora is the last of her people, the Zen Whoberis. Her planet was conquered by an (unknown to her) taskforce when she was very young, where her people were summarily destroyed. Thanos discovered her at "just the right moment", sweeping her away from the destruction and executions and raising her as his own adopted daughter.
For a long time, she couldn't believe his perfect timing, but as she grew to know him and his designs on power, she couldn't help but feel that he was the one responsible for the destruction of her people and the murders of her parents. With no proof and no other people on whom she can rely, she continues to obey Thanos, though she has come to hate and resent him.
She remembers little from her life before Thanos, but does believe that her people were rather peaceful and intellectual, and knows deep down that her real father was some sort of person well-known and well-respected.
Why this character: She seems really cool, and I am looking forward to playing off of other Guardians of the Galaxy characters in an effort to move stories forward. Plus, I think she brings a good array of her own personal "demons" along, giving plenty of material to work off of as her story progresses.
Sample Post:
"You will find them, and you will return them to me. No cost is too high, Thanos. I will have them!"
The Collector's face looked down upon the gathered few in the throne room of my adopted father's citadel-like spaceship, his usually nonplussed demeanor replaced with a livid ferocity as spittle flew from his lips.
The image disappeared before Thanos even had a chance to respond. The smirk on his lips was all I needed to see to gauge his now-black mood.
"Gamora."
I knew better than to hesitate. Stepping forward on the dais, my face a calm mask to hide my anxiety at being called upon, I answered quickly, "Yes, Thanos."
"It appears our... Friend has need of my services. And you have need of some way to test out the new presents I gave you."
I almost winced, but merely looked down for a moment before responding. "Yes, Thanos."
"You will help our friend recover what was taken from him... And remind him that he does not give orders to his betters," he commanded, waving a dismissive hand.
Without hesitation, my chin high, I responded, "Yes, Thanos," before turning to leave.
"And Gamora?"
I stopped in my tracks, back rigid as sweat sprang out on my palms, and slowly turned on my heel to face the still-smirking visage of the man to whom I was told I owed my life. I felt my eyebrow lift just a fraction. "Yes, Thanos?" A question this time.
"Do not fail me."
I offered him a faint and sly smirk of my own. "Have I ever?" I asked, turning and taking a few brisk steps out the door, not waiting for an answer.