The Lost Hero

The world once saw me as a Hero. A role model. Someone that they could look up to and depend on in times of need. I was a Super. I was an Incredible. But now? I don't even know who I am anymore. I was the person that the world once saw to be a saving grace. I was their light in the dark. But the darkness in me is growing stronger - And the voices in my head just won't let me be the Hero that I once was. And maybe, just maybe, they're right. Maybe I wasn't meant to be the Hero. Maybe I was meant for something a little more... Sinister.

[theparanoidjared-blog]

[harley-qxxnn]

Open Fire | Harley/Violet

[harley-qxxnn]

Harley blinked at what appeared to be a slender girl who froze in her tracks at the threat. They were equal in height, but surely this little flower looked like she couldn't harm a fly. Who was she? And why was she here?

Alarms blared in the chrome hallways as footsteps pattered from the distance. The guards. More than a dozen of them. Her ocean orbs darted around in panic. How? Harley made sure to destroy the surveillance cameras. How did they--"YOU. Stupid girl! You tricked the alarm!"

"I think I just heard something! This way!" An armed guard called to the calvary. Having no more than a few seconds to find a place to hide, The panicked blonde pulled the strange girl by the hand to random corner of the hallway to take cover. The semi auto was securely put away.

She had the girl pinned in front of her, holding the girl's hands behind her back tightly while her free hand covered the brunette's mouth. Harley glared at her captive when the guards kept moving.

"I go and steal some extortion data in their office and ya had to just let the whole building know! Come with me, flower girl! We're gettin' outta here!" Harley didn't wait for an answer, dragging the brunette by the hand to dart down the hall to look for an exit. This place was like a maze. To go back from where she came in would require killing anyone that got in her way. It'd be too much work, and to boot, she now had a hostage. Just great.

[disappearingviolet]

Of course things would get worse. Of course they would! Maybe this was just one big huge sign that she wasn't at all ready to go back onto the field.

Maybe she should have just stayed home with her sketchbook instead of trying to be the hero she once was.

Despite the ringing in her ears as the security alarm began to sound, Violet's heart pounding within her ribs, she did all she could to remain calm and analyze the situation. She had made a stupid mistake to come here - but she was an Incredible. She was Invisigirl. She should be able to calmly handle the situation...

As long as she could keep a handle on her mental state.

Violet was about to retort with one of her signature, snarky comments. Something along the lines of "I'm not the one stealing from the place!" or "Good, no need for me to call the cops to take you away!" But, instead, all she could do was let off a sharp gasp as the blonde perpatrator grapped her by the arm, yanking her away from sight of the approaching guards.

Who was she kidding? Maybe this was a better turn out for her than she thought. After all, dressed in all black and her ski mask, the authorities would immediately assume she had been the one looting the place out.

Smart thinking, Vi.

Before she could insult herself any further, the Super was once again pulled along by the blonde. Her dainty hand held on tightly as the two ran through the hallway, footsteps of the guards quickly approaching from behind.

Desperately, in a last ditch effort, Vi tried to use all the strength she could to render herself and the blonde invisible. Had it been a few years prior, she knew this would have been an icredibly easy task - with or without her Supersuit. She would have been able to make herself, the blonde, their clothes and weaponry, completely unseen.

Now, as she continued to be dragged down the cooridor, all Violet could do was make their touching hands disappear for just a few mere seconds.

She was, literally, useless. And, of course, she was in the hands of a villain. A hostage.

Desperately trying to fight off the dark images of her kidnapping from her mind, Violet finally spoke to the blonde in front of her. "Any ideas? Running in circles isn't going to get us anywhere!"

[harley-qxxnn]

Open Fire | OPEN RP

The light bulb buzzed faintly above the hallway, dangling by a thread from it’s fixture. Harley panted, pointing the semi auto hangun she had in her grip tightly towards the figure that stood in front of her. The dimmed hallway hid the person’s features as they started walking towards her. They were a threat.—-But Harley would be damned if she let them get the jump on her.

"Whoever ya are, move. Now! ” Harley threatened. Her finger was itching to fire as it scathed along the trigger. She stared coldly as they came closer. The manic blonde ripped this building apart. Getting through this person would be no different.

[disappearingviolet]

She wasn't supposed to be here.

Violet was well aware of that fact. The NSA had told her countless times that she wasn't mentally ready to go back onto the field. Week after week she would be sent off to headquarters, undergo psychiatric evaluations, physical tests, and everything the agency could possibly throw at her to keep note of the young Super - to see if she was at all prepared to put on the mask and be Invisigirl once again.

No surprise to her, she hadn't been cleared yet. She wasn't physically, or mentally, ready.

But she had to be. Violet was tired of sitting around, being the failed member of her heroic family, the person that the NSA had given up on. No, she had to prove it to them. Prove to all of them that she could do this again.

After all, it was only a robbery in progress. Her father used to sneak off and listen to police scanners all the time. He never got hurt. How could this be any different?

Her Edna Mode designed Supersuit having long since been confiscated by the NSA, in fear that Violet would go off and do exactly this, she had been forced to put on an all black ensemble, complete with hockey mask. The "stereotypical burglar" she had once called it.

While her identity was hidden as the young Super silently crept through the now torn apart building, her skin tingling as she closely stalked the perp, her powers were far from strengthened. She could, of course, make the non-treated material turn invisible at her whim - but it drained her almost completely.

And, of course, with just her luck, the second she got too close to the thief, her powers failed entirely, leaving the Super standing motionless, and completely visible.

"Damn it..." she thought to herself, her dainty hands instinctly rising forward in a defensive stance, Violet praying that her force fields would, at least, still work if need be.

[disappearingviolet]

Super Identity

Most, if not all, vigilantes and Superheroes know of The Incredibles and Invisigirl - as well as their secret identities and, of course, Violet's troubled backstory.

Villains, however, are clueless to the faces behind the masks. They are, however, very aware of Invisigirl's kidnapping and supposed weakened mental state.

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[disappearingviolet]

[[*peeks in* Anyone still here? I want to start writing again. It's been so long and my muse is screaming and yes hello :3

[monologxing]

[[So so so sorry for my absence, guys. I’ve been incredibly sick the past few days, and my fever FINALLY went down. I was pretty much bed ridden and drugged up on Nyquil for 72 hours. But I’m back, and I’ll get to replies as quickly as I can!

[disappearingviolet]

Beauty || Hana and Violet

It was early afternoon, and the sun shone brightly over the skyline of Metroville, outlining the impressive skyscrapers that stood proudly within the city. It was always bustling and alive around those buildings, businessmen and women constantly walking along the sidewalks, cell phones pressed against their ears, making important calls as they rushed to arrive on time to their latest meeting. The horns of taxis and other vehicles blared loudly through the streets, the vendors on each corner shouting at passerby about their latest food specials.

There was no doubt about it - Metroville was an active city. Of course, this sort of excitement was nothing compared to what would happen at least once or twice a week, when a random street would spontaneously explode, a mad man's voice bellowing loudly, ranting and raving about world domination...

That was the true excitement of Metroville. The villains and superheroes that resided in the city was what gave it its popularity - as well as brought in the tourists. Because, who wouldn't like to be blown up into pieces with the small chance of being resuced by one of the nation's most poular heroes?

Violet, a resident of Metroville, had been one of those heroes once. She lived in that city, patrolling the streets, making sure that it's civilians were safe and secure from any lunatic who wanted to do otherwise.

But, that was two years ago. These days, the name "Invisigirl" was one that was associated with nothing but thoughts of hopelessness and despair.

And so, instead of patrolling the city, Violet found herself sitting alone on a park bench just a few miles away from the towering skyscrapers. Her head hung downward, her eyes focused on her trusty sketchbook before her. Vi's fingers maticulously ran over the page, shading bits and pieces of her latest "masterpiece". Instead of being surrounded by the hustle and bustle, she was secluded in the subtle quietness of the summer breeze, trees rustling beside her as she sat in her solitude.

At least it was better than being cooped up in her bedroom.

Or the psych ward.

Finally peeling her eyes away from her work, Violet gazed upward to take a look at the other park goers who occasionally walked past. A majority of them were regulars, mother's with their small children, college and high school kids - common people that she would often see within this part of town. However, after a few moments, Vi laid eyes on one particular woman whom she had never seen before.

The woman was beautiful, that much was clear - someone who belonged within the city, not the tiny neighborhood just outside of it. Normally, Violet would shift her gaze away from people like this, fearful of forming any sort fo conversation. But, she just couldn't keep her eyes off of her.

What on earth was someone like her doing walking around a boring park like this?

[disappearingviolet]

[[Haven't done a "Munday" in months. Just got some new photos from my latest comic convention, and I wanted to show you guys :)

The Arkhamites, with myself as Posion Ivy :]

If you're into cosplay, be sure to check out my facebook fan page!

[owl-cave]

[hesahorror]

disappearingviolet replied to your post:i can’t decide whether i should watch power…

[[*whispers* Power Rangers though.

i was thinking lightspeed rescue or time force but not i can’t decide which of those to choose omfg

[disappearingviolet]

[[The struggle is real, my friend.

[disappearingviolet]

"Be happy, that's all I want you to do."

"I'm trying, mom I really am," she says, sighing as her hair falls over her face. "It's just hard. Every time I think things are going back to the way they used to be, the NSA drags me in for another psychiatric evaluation... I just want things to be normal again...

I mean... As normal as a superhero family can be.."

"There isn't even anything wrong with me," she lied. "I just want things to go back to the way they were."

[disappearingviolet]

So focused on the sketch pad in front of her, her pencil gliding effortlessly across the page, Violet didn't at all hear the footsteps that had approahced her, the young woman only breaking away from her drawing as the other's shadow cast over her.

Brows furrowing, teeth biting on the inside of her cheeck, Vi's voice was soft as she turned over her shoulder.

"Can I help you with something..?"

[brooklynmoranart-deactivated202]

Violet Parr character study

[disappearingviolet]

[[Would anyone like a small starter? I'd like Vi to have a few more friends this time around :3

[disappearingviolet]

It Begins || Synlet

[buddy-l-pine]

The men walked inside at her offer and stood in the living room, flouncing about in an official manner, looking over portraits on the walls and books on shelves silently as Violet packed her bag, occasionally exchanging glances at one another, and their eyes all read the same thing- success.

Winter’s cellphone began ringing loudly, interrupting the silence, and he excused himself outside to the awaiting government vehicle that rang with a loud beep at his approach, unlocking, as he answered, talking quietly in the safety of the new darkness to the man on the other side of the call.

As Miss. Parr said she was ready to go, the remaining men exchanged glances and nodded once more, Campbell offering to take Violet’s bag and withdrawing his offer when she slung it over her shoulder. “Then let’s go,” the two said at once, and they turned to the door.

Fillmore stepped forward and opened the door for the super and the agent, waving them out and shutting the door tightly behind himself as he followed in suit. Standing outside the car, Winter’s shut his cellphone at their approach and opened the door, allowing the trio to enter the vehicle before he himself stepped in and closed the door. The car beeped locked, lights dimmed, and it felt as if the darkness outside had followed them into the safety of the car.

Fillmore fiddled around beneath his seat before grabbing a suitcase and opening it in his lap. “Cellphone, please,” Campbell directed to Violet, holding out his hand. “Standard safety protocol. Your phone may have a GPS on it, we can’t be tracked back to base. You’ll get it back when you leave, as per the norm. The NSA’s laptops and phones will at at your disposal, of course.”

The other two men fidgeted in their seats.

[disappearingviolet]

Taking a seat within the NSA van, Violet shifted her position for a few moments. Once she was, finally, comfortable, she placed her bag upon her lap. She couldn't help but to feel a bit uncomfortable, the NSA always making her feel a tad nervous - but she did her best to keep her cool. After all, at the end of the day, all they wanted to do was help her. Sometimes their methods weren't exactly the best; but at least their intentions were.

Hearing the agent telling her to hand him her cellphone, Violet immediately obliged, knowing the procedure all too well. "Here," she said, taking out her cell and placing it within his briefcase, making sure to turn it off before doing so. The NSA was always overly protective of the company's whereabouts, along with the Supers they worked with. They didn't want any outside sources getting involved, for obvious reasons.

The sky was now completely dark as the van began to make its way out of the cozy neighborhood, Violet resting her chin in her hand as she looked out the window. She kept herself calm throughout, keeping her thoughts at ease as they pulled onto the main road. She made sure to think positively, reassuring herself that this would, hopefully, be the last time she would have to go into the agency for this sort of thing. Get her final paperwork settle, get some last tests done, and be finished with it.

Violet even managed to have some small talk with the men, asking them how their day was, if they enjoyed their job. The basic questions any Super would ask while being transported to the agency. To be fair, it was a somewhat enjoyable ride. Violet didn't get all that much interaction from others outside of her family, so any sort of communication made her feel somewhat normal again.

Having become distracted by their small discussions, Violet didn't realize that they had long since missed the turn that would have taken them straight to the agency. Pearing back out the window, a tad confused, she rose a brow. "Weren't we supposed to turn a few blocks back?" she asked, looking back over at the agents. "I'm pretty sure we passed it..."

It was only then that her comfortability began to quickly decline.

"Are we going another way or something?"

[disappearingviolet]

It Begins || Synlet

[buddy-l-pine]

The three men closed their ID’s and tucked them safely away in their suits. Winter’s chuckled once, “No, this isn’t about your family, Violet, your family is perfectly safe.” The men behind him’s faces turned concerned in understanding of her condition and nodded in agreement as well. “With it being a weekend night, and the knowledge that it wouldn’t intrude on any plans, we were told to acquire you and bring you in for more…intensive therapy. Considering your current emotional status-“

Campbell interrupted, “-you’re in much better emotional health now than you were at your last meeting. We just need to straighten out documents and see if there’s any new information. Get you back to 100% A.S.A.P.”

Fillmore continued with, “Nothing more than the usual. You’ll be back Sunday night, possibly even Saturday if it goes smoothly.”

Winter’s reached into his pocket once more and removed a folded up piece of paper and smoothed it out on his thigh in a rather awkward manner before holding it out to the Super, “This letter is for your parents; Dicker drew it up this morning. He contacted them earlier this week regarding this weekend. Obviously your parents never followed through with you.”

All three men made a face of disbelief. Fillmore rolled his eyes, their obvious distaste for the Boss plainly apparent.

"Leave it somewhere easy for them to find, of course. Call them if you want," Fillmore began. "But we need you to come with us as soon as you can. It’s late as it is, and you know how security at the office gets past sunset."

"We’ll wait for you to pack a bag, if you must." Winter’s continued. "Just be brief."

[disappearingviolet]

The instant the agent, Winters, reassured her that absolutely nothing was wrong with her family, Violet let off a sigh of relief, a thankful smile taking over her facial features. "Thank God," she muttered, nodding at them. "As long as they're okay."

She was, once again, about to invite the agents into her home, when the words "intensive therapy" slipped from the man's lips. Almost instantly, Violet's face fell again, her hair falling into her eyes. She thought that she was done with her sessions at the agency, her therapist only having to make basic, routine visits to her household every once in a while. She couldn't stand the NSA sessions, the agents usually more concerned about getting information out of her about her kidnapping than actually working on her emotional status. They would use their memory scanners to try and jump start her brain, to pick out any small piece of evidence they could use to capture whomever it was that held her captive for so long. Of course, Violet wanted her kidnapper apprehended - but she was more concerned about getting rid of the constant night terrors than anything. Besides, what sort of memories were they going to retrieve? She couldn't even remember the majority of her captivity... And, frankly, she didn't want to remember.

Before getting a single word in, a piece of paper was handed to her, Violet's dainty fingers instinctively grabbing at it, her eyes scanning over the authorized NSA seal at the top of the page, Rick Dicker's familiar signature scribbled at the bottom. Something felt a little off, knowing that her parents were aware of this, yet told her nothing about it - but Vi wasn't surprised. Maybe they didn't feel the need to tell her about it.

"...Just give me a second," she spoke quietly, keeping the door open for them. "You can wait inside, if you want."

Taking the NSA signed sheet of paper and placing it on the front table so her parents could see it, Violet went to throw away her mostly uneaten, and now cold, dinner. Grabbing her sketchbook, she retreated to her bedroom to collect the essentials she would need for the next few days - toothbrush, hairbrush, pajamas, a few change of clothes, shoes, a jacket, and, of course, her sketchbook. Everything she would need to keep herself occupied during her stay with the agents.

Sligning her back over her shoulder, Violet made her way back to the front room, remembering to send a quick message to her mother, informing her that she wouldn't be home upon the family's arrival, and to read the note she left on the table.

"Alright," she huffed, looking up at the agents, "I'm ready whenever you guys are."