[ WP ] : You have a genetic modification that allows you to regenerate , causing you to never get drunk . Instead of using your power for good , you spend your free time challenging people at the bars in drinking contests… until The Department notices and decides to pay you a visit .

Well, hello there. There's not much to talk about me, is there? I'm just a wandering girl, with no home to stay, because it got burnt down by the Army of Justice. Just a normal thing everyone experienced, right? Right? 
 
 This mug contains a very potent extract of Blood-Orchid ichor. It's one of the strongest drinks out there, and it is n't safe to drink in large quantities. I do n't care. I do n't care for its deadly properties. I ignore it. It is not relevant. 
 
 I spend most of my time wandering from bar to bar, engaging in drinking contests. Drinking is my favourite thing to do. It washes away the dirt and filth and the human worms crawling on this land, replacing them with something purer. 
 
 I never lost a drinking contest. I bet all my gold, they bet all their gold, I drink 10 mugs, they pass out at 1 mug. I take their money, engage in another drinking contest. Sometimes, they insisted on drinking 2 mugs. They can resist the allure of their emotions. However, they are not completely immune. They can not force themselves to ignore the deadly effects. 
 
 I like my gold. Actually, I do n't like it that much, which is why I only carry enough to buy three mugs of the Ichor. The rest, I spend on other things. Weapons. Books. Parts to the solution. 
 
 My hometown got burnt to the ground. All of it. All by the Army of Justice. Paladins of various powers, sacrificing the lives of others to increase their adrenaline level and their ego. The solution to the problem would involve destroying them. Completely. 
 
 Each tome contains spells of the enemy's weapon. Parts to the solution. I read all of them, and tried to piece together the parts. A creature of dark like me could never use the powers of the light normally, but I am not normal. I do not care. I find a solution to the problem, and add the result to my solution to the bigger problem. 
 
 Magic is ethereal. Magic serves no allegiance. I do not care. I steal spells, dismember them, study their common factors, and piece them together. Then I use them. 
 
 Eventually, they found me. They do n't know who I truly am, though. They think I am one of those'empowered beings'. So they recruit me. 
 
 Let me think... 
 
 I could join them, then dismember them from the inside. 
 
 Or I could refuse, and try another, safer path. 
 
 I choose to join. 
 
 -- - 
 
 They took me away. I hope they can not sense my true nature. 
 
 I fill myself with light. 
 
 I let the light flow within me. 
 
 I do n't care what happens. 
 
 After all, I am true darkness, and true darkness has no need for true emotions. 
 
 I found myself in the capital. Nobody noticed me yet. That's good. 
 
 Well, some people noticed me, though they think I am merely an initiate. That's good. 
 
 I walked the cobbled path. I remembered to tremble, as if I was one of them and I am anticipating something. 
 
 I pretended I was a being of light, excited to be one of them. 
 
 Well, soon enough, I was inside. 
 
 The hallway's sides was packed. I saw a man in the middle. He told me this: 
 
 `` Due to evading us, and not registering your name in the Book of Superheroes, and not joining us.....'' 
 
 `` You shall have to be imprisoned for thirty years.'' 
 
 Imprisoned. Thirty years. I do n't know what to say. They did n't even sense my inner darkness. 
 
 `` Ah, do n't worry, he's always like that. Anyway, we are asking you to join,'' said the girl who escorted me here. 
 
 I told them I would like to join. Of course I would join. It means I could demolish them from the inside. 
 
 I do n't know whether it was a trap, though. Maybe if I were more powerful, I would instantly destroy everyone in this room. 
 
 `` Well, anyway, your bunker is in Building E on the third floor, the exact same one as mine. I'll escort you there'' 
 
 I do n't know what happened. Sure, there were a lot of shiny lights everywhere, but I do n't care. I'm more concerned about the plan. It must be executed perfectly. No flaws. No betraying my true intentions. 
 
 Talking about that, I should act as though I was interested in the surroundings. I would say'woah' every so and so, and... 
 
 `` Is everybody away? Yes? Good.'' 
 
 cont.
