Kali



Kali
Origin: Unearthly

Prowess: 7 Coordination: 8 Strength: 5 Intellect: 3 Awareness: 4 Willpower: 10

Stamina: 16 Determination: -

Specialties: Acrobatics Expert Occult Performance (Dance)

Powers: Extra Arms 6 Emotion Control (Love) 7 Life Drain 4 (Close Range)

Qualities: Identity: Ayesha Mennan, Possessed College Student Headquarters: The Pink Satin Strip Club Catchphrase: "Dance for Me" Connection: Corrupt Politicians

Challenges: Personal: Six-armed, Blue Skinned Goddess of Destruction Social: Must Dominate or Destroy Weakness: Needs access to Crown to use powers

Background: So we were cleaning out the back rooms at work one day...all those old costumes from days past. They were so out of date and dusty and worn, I don't know why they were kept for so long. No one can use them, chicks are too busty now a days...back then it didn't really matter what size your chest was. These costumes were pretty horrendous. There was very little that was usable as I said before. Oh yeah, I'm an exotic dancer. The costumes that I'm talking about are our skimpy little dance costumes...anyway, back to the story. So we did find a few things that could be used, mostly jewelry and shit, stuff that doesn't really need to be sized. My name's Ayesha but at work they called me Kali. You know, after the Hindu sex goddess? I'm from India, so my hair is dark and my skin is olive and I always have to do the erotic "foreign" dances...you know, the ones where instead of stripping to American pop, we have to strip to Hindu pop and act like one of the contortionists in the Kama Sutra. It gets pretty raunchy. So in this pile of crap from the now nearly empty back room there was some costume jewelry that was perfect for my dances...specifically a beautiful silver crown that was inlaid with every type of gem that you can possibly think of. It seemed to emulate all the power and grace and beauty that the goddess Kali had. I put it on. It felt right. That night I wore the crown for my dances...it really was perfect for me, adding just the right touch to my costume. Now, I won't deny that it's always turned me on to dance...that is why I'm still an exotic dancer after graduating college and all. I figure, why do something boring that you don't enjoy when you can make more money doing something that gets you off every night? Not only that, but these poor salivating fools, these...these men who come to watch the show have no idea of the power I have over them. That turns me on even more. So the whole thing happened rather quickly. There I was, performing one of the more "interesting" of dances. This guy in the front row, I remember, was practically drooling with his disgusting hands down his disgusting pants, unable to take his eyes off me...I started getting turned on and...then I turned blue. It was the strangest thing...I just turned blue, grew about a foot taller, and sprouted some extra arms. And no one stopped looking at me...in fact; they looked even more attentive. They didn't move; they stopped fondling themselves; they just stared. I didn't stop dancing, my new and improved body snaking more sensuously than before; my six arms in complete unison. I had more control of it then. I finished the dance and left the stage. There was no applause. No one moved. They were completely hypnotized. The other dancers just stared as I went by, headed back to the dressing room. On my way back there, though, I saw him...he was the lover of one of the other dancers, and the object of my desire, and he was not looking at me. He was not hypnotized like the rest. I was furious. I screamed his name and he turned to look at me, at my new 7' tall blue body...I was sure he would fall in love at the site of me...but he didn't. His face contorted in horror and he turned to run...suddenly, there was a flash of light and a little smoking greasy spot on the ground where he had been standing...I found out later that I had shot lightning from my eyes and burned him to nothing. Since then I've done a little research...the crown, the very one that I was wearing the night of the transformation, had originally belonged to the real goddess, Kali, and was suffused with her magic until some one, some one with the spirit of Kali within themselves, wore the crown. I released that magic into myself and now the great goddess Kali lives within me, joining with me, body and soul. She allows me to control men and women alike, without a thought. She is strong and her punishments are three-fold. And she seeks out those who do not love her and those that do not desire her and smites them with the power of the gods. I am still here, although Kali grows stronger. I fear that she may already have the upper hand. She is cold, cruel, calculating and very cunning...be very careful of her, I can no longer control her when she takes over our body. She knows when to hide and who to hide from, and she kills without a thought. I must go, she comes again soon...I beseech you, remember that I am here, underneath it all...

Roleplaying/Game Use Notes

Kali is really a straight forward sort of villainess. She wants power which she gains with her very impressive Willpower and Emotion Control power. Those who don't fall to her abilities must be destroyed. Her low intellect makes her plans almost transparent to any PCs with investigation skills. She alternates between mafia style plans to 'consolidate her power' and searching for divine artifacts so she can 'initiate the end of the world' depending on how much Ayesha is mitigating her destructive urges.

Source Created by DarkTouch's Wife.