Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20161224034213/@comment-26444332-20170109085317

'When these children are born with the mindsets and powers born from the legends of Elizabeth Bathory, Attila the Hun, Medea, Jack the Ripper, and more... Let's say it's not pretty. But, there is an innocent person here.'

Asariel leads the group down the catwalk, to the very end of the chamber. Before them is a cell, larger than the others, separated from them not by glass but by some sort of force-field. The room within appears to be well-furnished, too.

A woman in a long purple-black gown walks out from behind a screen. Her thigh-length hair is dark red, nearly black, and her eyes are a violet-red color. Her skin is pale, but not deathly so.

'This is one of the original nine,' Asariel says. 'Scathách, the Teacher of Heroes.'

She looks at them through the field.

'Welcome to my humble abode,' she says dryly. 'I'd let you sit down, but I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to come out again.'