Mother Superior (Revisited)

EDIT 12/12/15:  Went back and gussied up this oldie-but-goodie.  Since Sapphira's now rockin' the two-tone black/chrome shoulder combo, I figured I'd go all in with Scarlette's namesake and make her all red!  I also changed Wraith's skin tone!

And I just realized that I haven't drawn a new pic of Scarlette since I originally did this piece several years ago!  That's not befitting at all of a top villain...I need to do something about that!

-The MGMT

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“From the moment I met Scarlette, I knew that something just wasn’t right about her from the vibe that she put off. I remember the first time that I actually took notice of her was long ago after Blitzball matches. Out of the corner of my eye I would see her after games standing at the entrance to the locker room area…I didn’t think anything of it at first, but as the weeks went on it seemed as if she would stand and applaud as the girls and I would head back after nearly every home game whether we won or lost. Originally, I just thought that either she was a member of the media or a stockholder in the team or something.

I remember one night in my second year in the league when we played the Roxxboro Razors in a grueling match…I made the go-ahead winning buzzer beater field shot and as the girls and I were celebrating, I caught her glowing eyes glaring at me one time with a huge smirk on her face while she applauded and nodded her head in approval of my performance. No matter how much I moved around in celebration each time I would look in her direction, it was as if she didn’t take her eyes off of me even to blink…like she was enamored by me or something. It was then that I realized that she had been coming to our games to applaud me in particular. I thought that it was maybe a little creepy as she didn’t seem like the typical fan of Blitzball, but hey…being one of the best players in your sport will garner you a bunch of die-hard fans; I didn’t think much more of it other than her being a ‘Diamond Digger’ as my hardcore fans refer to themselves as.

From then on, she made it a point to give me a congratulatory pat on the back and a ‘Good Game’ after each game, whether I played like a madwoman possessed or if I was off that night…not trying to brag but mind you, she didn’t do this for any of my teammates regardless how great they might have played on any given night. My teammates would joke and refer to her as ‘Nikki’s creepy stalker chick with the glowing eyes’ The time in particular that stands out in my mind most was the night where my entire life was flipped upside down…the championship match against the Pandora City Powerbreakers. Not only we did we lose in Sudden Death, but our whole team was decimated and save for one person, our Blitzball careers…and lives in a few cases…were in jeopardy. I was so woozy from the concussion that I sustained that night, that I can only vaguely remember seeing the mysterious blond lady clapping as I limped to the infirmary.

She would later show up in the infirmary as I lay there in my draws waiting for the ambulance to take me to the hospital…I remember being a b**ch to her, as she was trying to present a sales pitch of some prosthetic cybernetic implants and replacements to me after a loss; you don’t wanna be anywhere near me after I lose for at least about an hour! Plus, she tried to tell me that my injuries were career threatening just by looking at me with those freaky glowing blue eyes of hers…turns out that she wasn’t lying. I was rushed to the hospital for immediate emergency surgery as it was discovered that I had a severely punctured lung and massive internal bleeding amongst other serious injuries. The next day the doctors told me the very same thing that Scarlette had told me the night before in the infirmary...my right arm and left knee were both screwed beyond conventional means of repair and rehab and my career as an athlete was over until I underwent drastic body modification via cybernetics.

Scarlette later came to visit me that same day…I was much more receptive to her this time, not to mention that I was extra emotional from the somber news and lonely for some company being that I was stuck in a hospital in a city far away from Seraphim Falls, where I lived at the time, so unfortunately I didn’t get any visits from family or friends other than my coach. I pretty much had no choice by to listen to her pitch; I must admit, by the end of her spill she nearly had me sold and ready to sign up right then and there. She made the idea of becoming a cyborg sound so great and alluring…she said that I was the perfect specimen and that she searched the entire world over for someone of my caliber to submit them to the ADORA project basically saying that she could make me 20 times better than what I already was and transform me into a ‘Demigoddess’; her words exactly. Now, I don’t know if it was all of the morphine that I was doped up on at the time or the fact that I was young-minded, confused, and desperate to save my career…but after much soul searching, prayer, and deep thought for the next few weeks I decided to take her up on her offer.

Once I got to her lab I was overwhelmed, scared, and impressed all at the same time with all of the cool hi-tech stuff everywhere. One thing about Scarlette that I would eventually learn is that she has this thing for putting detached body parts and heads in stasis tanks…frikkin’ weird man!!! I know that she’s a Cyberologist and that requires you to sever a limb or two from time to time but c’mon man…she’s worse than Dr. Frankenstein!!!! There was a lot of that going on when I was escorted to her private lab. Seeing those severed body parts floating in tubes didn’t make me feel any better about agreeing to her proposition; I didn’t know what I was getting myself into as I was about to make an irreversible decision by letting Scarlette carve me up like a Christmas ham and stuff me with all sorts of mechanical gadgets and dealie-doos…yeah, I got cold feet somethin’ awful and was scared outta my mind at that point! I couldn’t stop crying, thinking that I had gotten in way over my head, but she was there to console me as she kept reassuring me that she would take care of me and that I was making the right decision…it was also around this time where she started referring to me as her daughter. I NEVER liked that from day one…my mother’s name is Aisha, thank you very much! Each time she would refer to me as such, I would swiftly remind her that I wasn’t…nonetheless, it didn’t stop her one bit. To this day, she still sees me as her daughter…whatever man. Before she ever subjected me to any of the more extensive surgeries that my transformation called for, she ran a whole lot of tests and experiments on me…slowly adding more and more circuitry, wires, and implants to my body. I spent more hours than I cared to floating around in stasis tubes full of electrolyte fluid butt naked as she pricked, prodded, and probed my young supple virgin body like a human pincushion….just kidding, I wasn’t a virgin anymore at that point!

Anyways…during this whole time, she seemed to take great joy in my transformation process as if I were really her daughter or something and she was ‘in labor giving birth’ to me. She explained to me that it’s rare that she would take on the entire workload when submitting someone to cybernetic transformation surgery without the assistance of her team of techies, yet she kept repeating to me that I was no ordinary case…she described my transformation at her hands was a labor of love and she wanted the pleasure of ‘creating’ me all to herself. She stopped calling me by my name and if she didn’t refer to me as ‘my daughter’ she would only address me as ‘Adora-1’…I didn’t care too much for that either, but at that point it was moot to even attempt to correct her. Then the surgeries came…many of them I was put under for; I would wake up hours later and my body would be altered somehow with more machinery and less organic parts than what was there before I went to sleep. I’ll never forget the day when I woke up and my right eye had been replaced with the new cybernetic optical sensor or the very next day when I woke up to discover my completely bionic right arm, shoulder, and half of my pectoral muscle for the first time. I turned my head and looked across the lab and lo and behold, what do I see? Yup…you guessed it, my old severed organic arm and shoulder floating in a stasis tube with wires and other machinery connected to it!

For some odd reason, Scarlette kept me conscious through a significant part of my transformation into a cyborg. I literally felt no pain as I watched her further take my body apart and replace my flesh and bone with metal and synthetic components right before my eyes. Some of it I wish that she would’ve put me under…some of it I accidentally woke up on my own merit earlier than expected!!! Lemme tell ya…it’s a very uneasy feeling to watch someone remove your intestines and organs with a mini buzzsaw or open up your leg to remove the bones and replace them with large metal rods and hydraulic pumps! I freaked out when I woke up and saw my guts being taken out and started crying…she actually stopped working on me to wipe the tears from my eyes, kissed me on my forehead, and literally lulled me back to sleep ever so gently! She was really serious about the whole mother-daughter business! She would’ve probably breast fed too if she could’ve! But I digress…even though I was conscious at times, I was often too weak and numb to do anything more than murmur and watch Scarlette literally take me apart and put me back together.

Throughout the whole process of my transformation she would talk to me as she worked on my body, even when I wasn’t fully conscious…very tenderly and lovingly just as a mother would their baby daughter…and constantly stroked my face and held my hand at times to ease me through my transformation. While my cyber-symbiote was being permanently bonded to my body, Scarlette explained to me that she and her mother had a very close and deep relationship with one another before her mother was killed in a tragic car accident…a teenaged Scarlette was also in the car with her mother and the accident left her paralyzed from the waist down, confining her to a wheelchair. She told me how her father created the first successful patents for cybernetic prosthesis in the way of her spine and legs, which allowed her to walk again. Even though she was able to walk again, her ovaries and uterus were barren and she would never be able to give birth to a child. She always wanted a daughter to recapture the same feeling that she had with her own mother…at that time that was what she hoping that I would be. She talked about me being the key to her ‘Agenda’ and that my transformation into Adora-1 was merely the beginning. I didn’t exactly know what she was talking about at that point, but over time I would come to see her true intentions.

Once my transformation was complete she literally cried tears of joy once I took my first steps as a cyborg and stepped out of the cryo-hyperbolic pod where my body had been energized and my neural net had been fully programmed and optimized for the previous week. She subjected me to even more tests and such…maxing out my strength and speed levels to their limits and making sure that my new body was good to go along with giving me lessons on how to control my symbiote. She kept a very close watch on my every move, as technically I was legally her property and a VERY expensive investment with all of the hardware that she added to me. She also fixed all of my teammates by giving them advanced cybernetic enhancements and we returned to the sport of Blitzball…we dominated for the next 3 years, going undefeated and winning the championship for three years in a row.

Growing bored with the lack of a true challenge in Blitzball, Scarlette recommended that I give the Female Fighting Federation a try…their cyborg division had some of the toughest, fiercest competition on the planet and she wanted to see how I would fare against the world’s best in hand-to-hand combat. Before then, when it came to fighting, all I knew was my natural street fighting instincts and a few moves that I learned from cardio kickboxing workouts. To equip me for my new endeavor as a world class prize fighter she programmed over a 1000 different styles of martial arts and combat techniques!!! It takes years to become a Grandmaster in Kung Fu, but I was one in a matter of about 15 minutes once the exhaustive combat program was done uploading into my brain and databanks…and that’s just that one style!!! I would go on to excel in the Triple F as well…indeed I’ve faced some rather stiff competition, but each time I stepped in that ring my hand was always raised high in the air in victory at the end of each match. I would eventually become the Undisputed Ultimate Champion of the World in the Cyborg Division…a title which I still proudly own today. Sorry to toot my own horn…but toot toot!!!

So it seemed that Scarlette’s original promise was true…she made me into a cyborg-goddess among ants and arguably the best athlete on the face of the planet. And she would add more upgrades and such to me as time went along to keep my cybernetic systems fine-tuned and running at optimal levels at all times…the lady didn’t skimp whatsoever on the hardware! However, it was at this time where her dark side started to rear its ugly head…Scarlette has always been a mysterious chick with a slick tongue and a great poker face that never showed the hand that she dealt and because of that, I always kept her at arm’s length. I would try to connect with her on a deeper level, but then she would do something that would remind me not to trust her. I always had an idea that she was mixed up in some shady business, but I never paid it any mind until her demeanor continued to become more sinister. I would inquire about just what the hell was going on, but Scarlette would skate around my questions. Although she wouldn’t come right out and make her true intentions known, she would begin speak as a crazy woman would…alluding to a hostile world takeover like some sort of a comic book supervillain or something.

It was around this same time where I had begun to get burned out of athletics…there just wasn’t any challenge to me anymore. I could do almost anything short of flying and I was assembled and programmed in such a way that I couldn’t lose if I wanted to. I thought about my life and how I had all of this money lying around and was paid millions to catch a ball, beat people up, and do all sorts of crazy endorsements for products that I don’t even use! I thought of just what I could do with myself…as I had an expensive cybernetically enhanced body suited for high octane action purposes; what good is a race car for if you don’t use it for high speed racing? Without her knowing, it was also around this time where I had some of her technicians implant the diamond heir-loom within my chest for safe keeping…I didn’t realize that it would affect my body, as I noticed my energy levels raise to an all time high once it was firmly encased within my body. Once Scarlette got wind of what I did, she took notice as well…she was ‘fascinated’ with the energy that my diamond was emitting and she really started pouring on the pressure to get me to swear my allegiance to her.

Scarlette talked to me about leaving behind my life as an athlete and totally committing myself to her ‘Agenda’ by serving as her right hand woman, saying that was the challenge that I was looking for; all I had to do is submit fully and without any qualms or questions to her will. I don’t know if it was my internal danger detection sensors or maybe it was just my gut-feeling, but I knew that I couldn’t serve at her side for extreme moral implications. In retrospect, I’m just glad that she left me with my own free will when she added my programming! I had heard her Sentinels and other cronies in passing talking about their borderline criminal missions bragging about how they had harmed and killed often in their exploits. I noticed an increase in the amount of young women coming into Scarlette’s lab, submitting themselves to cybernetic surgery to become either one of her cyborg foot soldiers…some of these women were still in their teens and looked like they may have been forced into submitting to becoming Scarlette’s underlings. The number of her private army drastically increased within a short span of time and this aroused my suspicion even more. Undetected, I even walked in on Scarlette as she had clandestine blueprints and plans pertaining to an orchestrated attack against a benevolent organization, framing it on a rival hi-tech arms company.

Eventually, she would come clean with me and tell me of her plans to become the top hi-tech arms company in the world and that she would need to wipe out her competition; from there the world would be next in her sights. She stated that she initially offered to turn me into Adora-1 to save my athletic career from a premature end, but that she had ulterior motives and it was ultimately her plans for me to become the prototype of what was to be the perfect bio-weapon to be used to her advantage and to be mass produced and sold for warring purposes. She kept badgering me to take her up on her offer and like she did that day long ago in the hospital, she laid her pitch on heavy…part of me thought about joining her at her side for a split second, but my mama and daddy raised me better than that; I’m not perfect by any means, but I’m not evil nor do I ever want to use my powers for such if I can help it. I wasn’t that young girl that was scared about her future that made a rash decision without thinking through the long term ramifications.

I told Scarlette no…that didn’t go over so well! She literally proceeded to throw a tantrum at my defiance to her wishes…I not only stuck to my guns, but I told her that I could no longer be affiliated with her and her evil ways. She then gave me a vicious tongue lashing…laying into me about being an ungrateful brat and how she’s given me such a wonderful gift and blah blah blah yadda yadda yadda…whatever. Up to that point, I could do no wrong in her eyes and she had never raised her voice at me in anger…but she let me have it that day! She then bought up just how much money the technology that my body costs…so like a smartass I offered to ‘buy’ myself from her being that I was legally her property. Hell, with all of the money that I had made from being one of the most popular athlete’s in the world, I could’ve bought 3 of me and still had plenty left over! Eventually I had enough of her whining and I turned my back on her to never return as she continued to lambaste me…in her haste and tears streaming from her eyes she sicced her lapdog goon Overkill after me. Overkill is Scarlette’s second ‘daughter’ and she has always been jealous of me…even though Scarlette gave her a souped up body chock full of weaponry, I violently dismantled Overkill right in front of Scarlette’s eyes and left her in a literal scrapheap of herself as I walked right out the door. That very day, I drafted a check to Tamzarian Industries and indeed ‘bought’ myself and my freedom from her grasp.

As for me…I decided that I would use my cybernetic gifts for good and became a superheroine to protect the world from evil nuts like Scarlette. As for her…I see that she’s really gone into full gear with carrying out her ‘Agenda’: she’s created even more daughters to replace me…going as far to kidnapping ‘worthy’ subjects and resurrecting dead criminals; her evil acts carried out by her minions have increased at a exponential rate; she has taken out the majority of her competition in the way of rival technological companies and arms dealers and has created The Ultima Corporation; I even heard a rumor that she’s given herself wicked powers to manipulate magnetic fields…who does she think she is, Lady Magneto? With her evil deeds ever increasing, I see that a family reunion with ‘mommy dearest’ and all of my ‘sisters’ is inevitable at this point…as long as I’m alive and functioning at optimal capacity I refuse to let the so-called ‘Matriarch’ just think that she can take over the world for her evil purposes! I have a feeling that she and I will one day meet face to face, and it won’t be to trade sewing tips and baking recipes with one another!!!”
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Full Name: Scarlette Alessandra Tamzarian
Age: 47
Height: 5 feet 8 inches
Weight: She Won't Tell
Eye Color: Translucent Sky Blue; it almost appears as if Scarlette doesn't have any pupils at all due to her cybernetic eyes
Hair: Blonde with White bangs
Nationality: Swiss
Race: European-American/Caucasian (Born to Swiss parents, yet grew up mostly in America)
Physique: Fit and Curvy

Fighting: Monstrous (Superhuman Potential)
Agility: Monstrous (Superhuman Potential)
Strength: Unknown...Scarlette rarely has to use her super-strength, but she is capable of immense power at her will....as for her magnetic powers, it hasn't yet been tested as to how much she's capable of lifting
Speed: *Ground* Spectacular (Up to 135 mph); *Air* Fantastic (Up to 300 mph)...Scarlette is capable of sustained flight, she doesn't fly unless she really needs to. At times, she may choose to levitate and float about.
Endurance: Monstrous (Superhuman Fortitude; rarely tires)
Reason: Monstrous (Alien Genius; Improve and Modify Alien Tech)
Intuition: Awesome (Senses Beyond Extraordinary)
Psyche: Sensational (Enhanced Willpower)
Resources: Sensational (Medium Country; Huge Corporation)
Popularity: Incredible (Liked by Mass Media)
Appearance: Amazing (Stunning)
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It was time to do a new pic of Scarlette...It has been almost a year! :thumb194292249: Plus, I see that I didn't really do Scarlette as much justice as I would like to do for her being my main villainous character and all...these pics here were just kinda sub par :thumb159062011: :thumb158568804: Although my gallery doesn't reflect it, Scarlette is seriously one of my personal favorite OC's of my own...I would probably go as far to say from a writing standpoint that her dialogue is probably the most fun to write out of all of my characters.

I must say...I'm damn impressed and very proud how this one came out!!! Scarlette looks amazing to me here...the pencils came out really good too! I thought that it was time for a revamp of her look...as her design was a little drab. I darkened up her color palette and made the red in her design a metallic surface for that extra shimmer and gleam. This pic of Scarlette is actually a future look for her...anyone else notice the Adora-Omega on her inscribed on her breast? Her body also looks a little more chiseled and thicker as well, doesn't it? I haven't finished writing "Destiny Manifested" but hopefully once I get back to it, all will be explained. As for this narrative by a certain chrome covered cyborg crime fighter that we all know and love **cough**:thumb181826853:**cough, she's just getting a little steam off of her diamond-bejeweled chest about her 'mother'. Once again I start writing, and what's supposed to be a short narrative runs away on me!!!

Scarlette Tamzarian is NOT to be f**ked with...get in her way or be crushed by her metal fists and then turned into one of her cyborg minions to carry out her bidding!!! Ask Claire Black :thumb254141115:

P.S....notice the cameo appearance by another one of my "monstrous" cyber-zombie villainesses...or at least her head...and one of Scarlette's current favorite daughters!

Scarlette's Influences: Magneto, Dr. Doom, Lex Luthor, Dr. Blight (yeah, the chick from Capt. Planet), a cartoon that I saw LONG time ago as a preschooler with a blond chick in a red bodysuit with a round mechanical apparatus on her breast (which started my love for cyborg chicks)