Corpsus Christie
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| Corpsus Christie | |
| Player: Psyclone | |
| Origin: | Magic |
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| Archetype: | Scrapper |
| Security Level: | 50 |
| Server: | Confidential |
| Personal Data | |
| Real Name: | Christie Larson |
| Known Aliases: | Corpsus Christie |
| Species: | human |
| Age: | post-mortem |
| Height: | 5'5" |
| Weight: | 116 |
| Eye Color: | dead |
| Hair Color: | red |
| Biographical Data | |
| Nationality: | Necro-American |
| Occupation: | ' |
| Place of Birth: | ' |
| Base of Operations: | ' |
| Marital Status: | ' |
| Known Relatives: | ' |
| Known Powers | |
| Instantaneous regeneration | |
| Known Abilities | |
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| Equipment | |
| Rusty sword | |
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Christie Larson was a vivacious and compassionate girl who had fallen in love with an extraordinary man. Her boyfriend, Alex, was a superhero, admired by many for his unwavering dedication to justice. Their love burned bright, and they shared dreams of a future together, fighting side by side against the forces of evil.
One fateful evening, as Christie walked home alone, a sinister gang known as the Skulz ambushed her. They had discovered her connection to Alex and saw her as the perfect pawn in their game. They kidnapped her, knowing that he would come running to her rescue.
Bound and held captive, Christie's heart filled with fear and despair. She knew the danger that awaited her, but her love for Alex gave her strength. She believed he would find her and save her, just like in the countless battles they had faced together.
Days turned into nights as Christie languished in the gang's hideout, guarded by merciless thugs. Alex, desperate to rescue his beloved, launched an assault on the gang's stronghold. But the Skulz were prepared, and they caught him in a trap.
Helpless, Christie could only watch in horror as they brought Alex before her. Defiance gleamed in his eyes as he refused to yield, even in the face of his own impending demise. The gang's leader drew a wicked sword and swung it with a cruel smile, ending Alex's life right before Christie's eyes.
As her love's lifeless body crumpled to the ground, a surge of rage and grief consumed Christie.The Skul leader grinned cruelly as he walked towards her, with Alex’s blood still dripping from the blade. Without a word, he lifted the sword again,thrusting it into her chest. The world went dark, and she fell to the ground. Her spirit refused to pass through to the afterlife, determined to avenge their cruel fate. Slowly, she rose, her body in a state of partial decay, akin to an ethereal zombie, yet her mind remained sharp and focused.
The sword that had been used to kill her was buried with her as a cruel mockery, but Christie embraced its tarnished form and named it Tetanus. The rusted weapon became an extension of her fury, a tool of retribution. She took on a new identity, Corpsus Christie, the avenging spirit, born from love and tragedy.
With her newfound powers, Christie could withstand any injury and heal instantly, her decayed form only a physical reminder of the pain she endured. Tetanus became an extension of her will, a lethal companion in her quest for justice.
Corpsus Christie embarked on a path of vengeance, tracking down every member of the Skulz. One by one, she confronted them, her wrath unyielding and merciless. They trembled before her, realizing that their actions had awakened a force more powerful than they could comprehend.
As the Skulz fell, justice was served. The city whispered in fear and awe of the avenging spirit, never knowing that beneath the decayed exterior beat the heart of a woman driven by love and fueled by righteous fury.