Wednesday, December 22

Okay, I got bored...

So, I'm a mad MCR fan. Not neccicarily in the MCRmy, but I'm most certainly a Killjoy. Now, my issue is, I have a fair few idea's for Killjoy characters.... and I just so happen to feel like writing them up. So, this is what this bit's for. 

Me first one, is Nat. Full name, Poisoned Nations.(This profile is taken from another site, just to let you know...)


Real name - "Really, do you want BL/ND to get in the way... AGAIN!? Its not like they want to kill us or anything."
Alais (Killjoy name, o'course) - Poisoned Nations. "Call me Nat, if you must."
Age? - "Again? Really? If you must know, Five and twenty years."
Gender- Female.
Sexual Preferance? : "Thats for me to know, you to work out."
Hight- 5'8
Hair - Short, blue and raggedly cut, if you can see it at all.
Facial features - If ever you see Nat without her mask, your either a very close friend, or about to die. Most likely the latter.
Skin colour? - Dark, dirty, likely to be bloodstained.

Clothes? Black suit sort of outfit, ripped in places, fitted to her body shape and tight, so not to catch on anything. Under that, she wears a BLI tee, more of a mockery than anything else. The mask, of which she got her name from, is an acidic green, with black, crudly drawn, outlines of Battery City on it. Only her dark, violent green eyes is seen through the mask. She wears large, steel capped boots, which reach up over her legs, just below her knees, which protect her rather well. Instead of heels, wheels give her a speedy outcome.


"Die, you filthy BLI scum!" 
Just because she's a woman, doesn't mean that she isn't filled with the hatered for the company that has over come so many peoples lives. She is neither quiet, nor loud, but that somewhere inbetween. Emotional, she has the right to be. She knows firsthand what the Draculoids and their creators do to people. Normal people.


  • A pair of viberant BLI issued guns from her pass life, of which she has customised to suit her outfit, one a neon green, the other a deep, bloody red (Both having been tampered with to suit her needs). Both shoot lasers. Its the death, without the blood.
  • BLI brought Laser Scissors, tampered with, now forming throwing knive things, of which cut, slice and so on. She also has tampered with one so that its double edged, with a safe ring around part of it so its like a Frisbee... A killer Frisbee...
  • Static Fly Swatters (just to be on the safe side)
  • Whatever else she comes by that can be tampered with to her own needs.


I used to be a normal, BLI victim. Then I watched my mother die. I stole my fathers pills, and he saw what life was like, the way I saw it. No longer were we satisfied with the way that Battery City works. We played along. God, we stayed in line for as long as we could. My father and I lead a better life than my mother ever did. I was fifteen when she died. As soon as we caught sounds of the revelation, my father and I became true Killjoys. Loud, fun... Emotional.

Nat settled rather well into the role of being a Killjoy, having had each of those which was required of her. Although not naturally loud, she gave that general impression once off the BLI emotion pills.

"Killjoys are naturally the dregs of society. Most of us came from backgrounds of prostitution, dealers, even the odd killer. We rebbelled then, we rebel now. We were the dregs then, we're the dregs now. That sort'a thing. Personally, I don't come from that sort of background. I was a 'good girl' who relied on the 'kind heartedness' of BLI. Pshya. Really. No."
Nat never imagined that she would end up in a place like she did. Suffering with hatred issues, Nat searched out safety and revenge for her losses. In one of the fights in Zone 6 (a zone of which should very rarely be stepped into) she lost her father.

"I knew it was risky. I never knew it was this risky. My father and I fought side by side every day. The Dracs ambushed us. He was captured... Forced to return to the passive state. He fought it, and ended up loosing his sanity. I lost him to suicide."

With that, Nat had little left but to get her revenge. So far, her killing record is a good 20 dracs in one fight, usually on patrol around borders alone - brooding and wondering. Her aim is to get the nuterals and the victims out of their passive states, become a killjoy and get rid of BLI (for those who are as clueless as others, see

Never. Ever. Watch TV in Battery City. For your own safety as it is ours. Stand up against BLI. Support us Killjoys. Stay away from any meds that are shown. And do not. Ever. tune into BL/ND. Please. Listen to Dr Deathdefying. Better for you. Better for me. Better for everyone, other than the BLI scum!

Alrighty, so that was Nat. 
Pound, is me other (current) one... I'll update her a little later, but I just thought I'd chuck this out there...

Run. Run. Bunny. Run. Everybody hide your body from the scarecrow - My Chemical Romance - S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W (Its Nat's song... ish)

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