Bio: The Silken Death

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Hey Guys!

I was doing this bio because I was inspired by a picture on a pantyhose site for new villainess to take on Shining Star. She's called The Silken Death and I think you'll see why. :twisted: The bio got so long, I thought it might make a good story as well! Enjoy! 8)

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The Silken Death

Info and Bio


Name: The Silken Death
Real Name: Terecina Corwin-von Goebel AKA Terri Sky
Identity: SECRET
Age: 27
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 135
Hair: Brown with auburn highlights
Eyes: Dark Brown

Occupation: Former pantyhose/lingerie model, now professional assassin/supervillainess

Origin:

Terecina Corwin grew up as a foster child never knowing who her parents were. The only thing that she had found out was that they were of German descent and she was left on the doorstep of the orphanage that she grew up in by her mother after her father mysteriously disappeared. Her mother also disappeared soon after and was never heard from again. As a child, Terri was a bit plump and was constantly teased for being overweight. She also wore glasses and had crooked teeth. She did however have long beautiful hair which drew her some attention. Her adoptive parents, the Corwin’s, put her on a healthy diet as soon as they brought her home, as well as elocution lessons, a moderate exercise program, bought her contact lenses and braces for her teeth.

By the time she’d reached her teens, she had lost all her “baby fat”, shaped her body very nicely and her teeth were perfectly straight. The one feature about her that drove all the boys completely bonkers was her shapely, somewhat muscular legs. There had been a few instances where minor traffic accidents had occurred when even grown men had lost their concentration while driving and hit parked cars for staring at her shapely body! One man, Simon Finchley, a modeling scout, stopped her on the street in downtown Capitol City and gave her his card, offering her the chance to be a figure model.

She raced home and told her parents who really didn’t approve, but after begging, pleading and whining, as only a 17 year old girl can, they relented. She began slowly at first appearing in a few ads getting her feet wet, but was soon noticed by The Silk Road Hosiery and Lingerie Corporation and her career really took off. For the first 5 years she remained a free agent, doing most of her work for Silk Road, but also working for other hosiery and department stores, changing her name to Terri Sky. When the execs at Silk Road learned that she might sign an exclusive contract with Hanes or L’Eggs, they offered her three times as much and signed her to an exclusive 5 year contract.

Terri had truly made it and for the next 5 years, she was the hosiery and lingerie world’s darling. However, as time marched on, despite her beauty and best efforts to remain the slim, perfect model, her curves began to show. She tried to combat this with an exercise regimen that would make Sly Stallone pass out, but it only served to make her as the shutterbugs called her, “a bit too developed”. Actually, she was really no worse than any other model working at the time; she simply wasn’t the “new thing” anymore. When her contract was up, the company CEO, Milo Trent, told her that her contract would not be renewed and she would no longer be their star model.

Soon after, her agent stopped returning her calls. She was forced to work in smaller ads and even posed for some questionable publications. She wasn’t able to keep up her lifestyle, at least at the level to which she had become accustomed and soon lost much of what she had. Since she didn’t finish high school, she kept up with her exercise regimen and kept working by taking part in low budget photo shoots for fetish magazines and websites and even posed for private sessions. One night, after a private photo shoot where the guy just wouldn’t keep his hands off her, she was watching the local news, feeling violated and depressed.

“I’m Terri Sky! I shouldn’t have to do this crap!” she thought out loud, “Just ‘cause I’m not some Barbie doll clone, that doesn’t mean I’m not still hot as ever! I’ll get even with that puissant Trent and that no good Benedict Arnold, Finchley! Drop me will you! I’ll get them all, if it’s the last thing I do!” Terri began to cry, but something else caught her attention. The lead story of the day was about Shining Star’s apprehension of a gang of heavily armed thugs who tried to rob the 23rd street branch of the Knightsbridge Savings Bank. Terri saw the tape of the lovely superheroine trashing the bad guys, making them look like fools by effortlessly kicking away the rounds from their submachine guns.

Seeing Shining Star getting all of that attention and hearing the anchorman gush about how gorgeous her legs were, made Terri’s blood boil. “OOOOHHH!! It’s bimbos like you that get all the breaks and take all the bows, while the really gorgeous gals like me get passed over for everything!” exclaimed Terri throwing her mail at the TV screen, “I hate you, Shining Star and everybody like you! I hope you die!” She walked over to the TV to pick up the envelopes she had just thrown. As she did, she got even angrier, looking at all the demands for payment, second notices and such.

Then she noticed something a little different. It was a registered letter that her landlady, Mrs. Klinger, had signed for. The sweet old lady would do that sometimes if she thought it was important enough and Ralph, the postman, had the hots for Terri anyway. She started to toss it out, thinking it was another judgment for a bill she hadn’t paid, but something about it made her open it.

Inside was a letter from a lawyer that said he represented the estate of her parents. He had been engaged to find her and deliver an inheritance to her. Terri was ecstatic. First thing the next morning, she put on her best clothes and went to the lawyer’s office. While she waited she wondered who her parents were and why if they hadn’t kept her, they would leave her an inheritance. She shrugged and figured she wouldn’t squawk too much. Whatever it was, it had to be better than what she had. Before she was admitted into the office, she was given a blood test to confirm that she was the right person.

After she’d waited for about 45 minutes, the door opened and the secretary called Terri into the Senior Partner, Mr. Levinson’s office. The lawyer shook her hand and asked her to sit down. A young man knocked at the door and entered carrying the results from the DNA test. Mr. Levinson put on his reading glasses and observed as the young man pointed to three different locations on the report in the folder. He thanked the young man who smiled at Terri and left the room, closing the large paneled oak door behind him. Mr. Levinson smiled and handed Terri an envelope and asked her to read the letter inside completely and indicated that he would explain the details of her inheritance afterward. Levinson walked a short distance to the large window to give her a bit of privacy.

Trembling slightly, Terri opened the letter. It was from her birth mother. She expressed her deep sorrow for having to give her up when she was a baby and told her that it was for her own safety. She had to remain on the run from a danger that she only described as dire. She said that she had watched her for many years after she located her through her attorney. She said that she did not want to intrude on her life and had made provision for her upon her death. She apologized again, told her she loved her and closed the letter. Terri had tears in her eyes and Mr. Levinson handed her a handkerchief.

He took his seat behind the large executive style desk and told her that the DNA test had proven conclusively that she was indeed the daughter of Klaus and Wilhelmina von Goebel. The two were scientists from Hapsburg, Germany. Levinson could not tell Terri what the imminent danger was that caused her parents to give her up. He only knew enough to do what he had been told to do by her mother. The inheritance consisted of a large manor home located in an upscale suburb of Capitol City, a mid seven-figure bank account and a strong box which she was never to open, but to keep safe in the house always knowing where it was. The key was to be kept in Levinson’s private safe and the key and the box were never to be in the same place at the same time.

Levinson also told her a little, as much as he knew, of her family’s history. During WWII, her grandmother was a Nazi agent. Terri was shocked at the revelation, but said nothing. He suspected that the reason why her parents had to run was that Neo-Nazis were searching for something they possessed from her grandmother, something worth human lives. Levinson also suspected that this was why the box and key were never to be kept in the same place. He told her there was really nothing to be concerned about if she kept to her mother’s final wishes. After signing a few papers giving her title to the house and ownership of the bank account, Terri left the office happier than she’d been in a long time.

She went to the bank, withdrew $10,000 in cash and got a cab to take her to her new home. The house was huge at nearly 12,000 square feet. She walked the length of it, until she found a study at the end of the long, marbled main hall. Terri opened the leaded glass French doors and went inside. On the wall opposite the large oak desk near the center of the room was a painting. She flipped on the light and gasped. It was like looking in a mirror. The painting was of her mother when she was her age or a little younger, according to the tiny brass plate at the bottom of the portrait. Next to it was another portrait of her father. Klaus von Goebel appeared to be about 10 years her mother’s senior, an austere looking man with a monocle, but with distinguished aristocratic looks.

She began looking around the room for personal papers or perhaps a journal or diary so that she could get to know them. She found a key taped to the bottom of the center drawer in the desk, but had no clue as to what it opened. She continued to search the study with no success. She decided to stay the night in the house and go to pack up her belongings at her apartment the next day. She went up to the master suite which looked like something out of Dynasty. She found some lingerie, which she suspected was her mother’s, that she must have kept since she was her own age. That or the old lady really kept her figure!

Terri put on the beautiful sheer black negligee and modeled it in front of the mirror, admiring herself in it. “I’ve still got it!” she said with a giggle, blowing her reflection a kiss. Levinson had instructions to keep the house clean and everything just as if someone had been living there so that when he found Terri, she would want for nothing to make the house a home. She pranced down the back stairs to the kitchen and found it fully stocked and made herself a sandwich. She found a tray to put the little snack on and took it to an adjacent room with a TV in it. Entering the room, she tripped over a raised end of the Persian area rug and down she went.

“I guess it’s good thing I didn’t put my drink on the tray, otherwise I’d have ruined the rug!” said Terri picking herself up off the floor, rubbing a sore elbow. To her surprise, the plate didn’t break upon impact, but slid over to the bookcase on the other side of the room. She picked up the tray and set it on the couch opposite the TV and walked over to retrieve the plate. She bent over at the bookcase and picked up the plate and the sandwich, noticing that the pickle half she had put on it was near a potted plant a little further to her right. She sighed and commented, “I’ve got to get a maid and maybe a butler too!” She walked over to the plant and got the pickle. That’s when she noticed something else.

Just behind the plant, next to the wall there was a box with a locked lid. It was made of wood, not metal like the forbidden box, so she put the plate down on the tray and retrieved it from its place. She remembered the key she had found in the study and took the box there. Setting the box on the desk, Terri tried the key and it worked! Inside were three books: The journals of her father, Klaus; her mother, Wilhelmina and her grandmother, Brigitte. Terri spent the whole night reading all three journals from cover to cover. It was 5:30 a.m. before she’d finished. It was then that she understood what the Neo-Nazis were after and why her parents sought to save her life.

Her grandmother, Brigitte Hoffenmeier, was a world class track and field athlete and a strong supporter of the Third Reich. She was chosen by Hitler himself to take on a great task. Dr. Kristine Eigenfaust, creator of the famed Uberhosen which eventually gave the original Shining Star her super powers, had defected to the Allied Powers taking the original Uberhosen with her. During an overload of power, the Superhose had fissioned into two more “daughter” hose: one golden and one black. The two other hose were left behind as Dr. Eigenfaust had no time to retrieve them before her escape. The golden pair was given to the German ally, Japan and the black pair was given to Brigitte. Brigitte was already a shapely, athletic woman in her early twenties. When she slipped on the sleek, black Uberhosen she gained 5 times her usual strength, the ability to make her self nearly invisible and possessed the nearly the same speed and all the leg invulnerability of Shining Star.

Hitler was overjoyed. But there was one drawback. The black Uberhosen seemed to have a dominant psychotic personality that loved to kill. In fact, it seemed that the shimmering dark mannered garment drew strength from her kills and hungered for more. Hitler found this intriguing and christened her The Silken Death. Over the years of the war, Shining Star and The Silken Death clashed many times with Shining Star eventually coming out the victor because of the Silken Death’s unstable psychotic nature. At their last battle, The Silken Death appeared to have been killed, when she fell from a precipice over 125 feet high, into the raging river below. Somehow, however, Brigitte survived and escaped. Brigitte was finally able to remove the hose after starving her by not taking anymore lives.

She locked it away in a solid steel strongbox and never opened it again during her lifetime. When she passed away, her daughter was given the key, told what it was for and given the same instruction as Terri. Wilhelmina (Mina) met Klaus von Goebel in college at Augsburg. When they graduated, they married. Klaus was a scientist of some renown in Germany and when he discovered what Mina’s grandmother had left her, he begged Mina to let him experiment on the hose to try and rid it of its psychotic nature. After many months of pleading, Mina relented and allowed him to open the box. For 3 years, Klaus performed many experiments on the sleek, evil garment with no success. During this time, Terecina was born and he stopped his experiments, giving up on them forever.

Unfortunately, one of Klaus’ trusted assistants was secretly a Neo-Nazi and told one of his higher ups about the strange sleek garment his employer was working on. Herr Rudolf Giestmann, one of the scientists on the Uberhosen project and a Neo-Nazi commander, directed his forces to get the black Uberhosen immediately. Klaus discovered his assistant trying to steal the strongbox and accidentally killed him while struggling for his gun. He, Mina and baby Terri went into hiding and eventually fled to the U.S. taking the box with them. After a year the family thought they were safe when Klaus was taken in the night by a group of hooded men. Mina went underground, took her husband’s patents and notes and left Terri at the orphanage in Capitol City.

When Terri finished reading she was amazed and vowed she would never open the forbidden box. Terri moved her possessions into the house later that week and finally located the strongbox. She felt strangely drawn to it and touched it. It actually gave her a shock and she backed off from it quickly, vacating the attic room. She had completely forgotten it when something appeared on TV the next week. It was a new ad for Silk Road pantyhose using a new girl that was barely half her age and half her size. “Look at her!” she yelled at the screen, “No thighs, no calves! Where are her freakin’ legs? They look like Popsicle sticks!! This is what he threw me over for??” Her anger that had dissipated over the last few weeks due to her renewed financial situation resurfaced and she was incensed.

She tried to bring herself down. “Calm down, girl!” she thought, “You don’t need them anymore! You’ve got all the money you’ll ever need and don’t have to do anything for it! You’re better than them! They couldn’t even afford you now!” Terri went to get her workout in to rid her of her tension. As she worked out, her mind seemed invaded with thoughts of causing Milo Trent, Simon Finchley, Silk Road’s new Barbie clone, Sirena and Shining Star serious pain. She found herself working out harder than she ever had before, wanting to kill her enemies slowly and painfully. “What’s the matter with me?” she thought, sitting down on the weight bench, “I’ve never wanted anyone dead before! What is this?”

Suddenly a voice in her head answered, “Sure you have, sweetie! But like most humans you just don’t act on it!” Terri stood up in a fright and shouted, “Who’s that?? Who’s there?? Come out where I can see you!!” The voice laughed and said, “I’d love to come out, but I can’t! You’ll have to let me out, my dear! HAHAHAHAHAHA!” The laughter continued until it was echoing throughout her head, deafening her. She held her hands on her ears shouting, “STOP IT!!! STOP IT, PLEASE!!! YOU’RE HURTING ME!!!” “That’s the idea, you little fool!” said the diabolical female voice, “Your mother told you not to touch the box didn’t she? There was a reason for that! Now, I’m going to torture your mind until there’s nothing left to resist me! Then, you’ll let me out…to feed!”

“You’re the evil hose!!” she gasped, “What have I done?” “Exactly what I wanted you to!” said the dark voice, “Now your mind, your body, your very soul will be mine! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” “NO! NO! NOOOOOOO!” she cried, falling to her knees, as the evil laughter continued, warping her sense of reality into a nightmare. After a full night and a day of the psychological torture, Terri was like putty in the evil garment’s clutches. The demonic hose flamed her anger against Trent, Finchley and Shining Star into white-hot, unreasoning rage. The black Superhose compelled her to get the key from Mr. Levinson’s private safe and bring it home to release her from her imprisonment.

Late the next night, Terri sneaked into Levinson’s office. She was dressed normally when entering the building carrying a large purse, but changed into a sleek, black, slightly opaque catsuit with a skin-tight hood to hide her face except for her piercing brown eyes. Under the command of the dark influence of the hose, she also brought two syringes filled with chemicals: one clear, one dark, and a gun in a small pouch. She slinked down the hall, staying to the shadows to avoid detection by the security cameras. Instructed by the hose, she picked the lock on the front office door and slinked through the darkened suite to where Levinson was working.

Levinson was startled to suddenly see a shapely masked woman dressed entirely in shimmering black from head to toe appear in front of him holding a 9mm Beretta, pointing it at his head. “Who…who are you?” he stammered, “What do you want?” “Freedom for my mistress, Mr. Levinson.” she purred, “I need you to open your safe.” “What could you want in there?” he asked with a gulp, “There’s no money in the safe, only documents that I keep for clients. There’s nothing that could possibly concern you in there!” “Ah, but that’s where you’re wrong, Harvey.” she said with a hidden smile, “My mistress needs something in your safe very badly. Now if you’ll just open it up, I’ll get what I need, I’ll leave and everything will be fine. If not…”

The masked intruder cocked the hammer back on the automatic pistol and once again leveled it between Levinson’s eyes. The astute lawyer smiled and replied, “You can’t shoot. I’m the only one that knows the combination to the safe. If you kill me, you’ll never get what you’re looking for!” “Well, I guess you’ve outsmarted me, Harvey.” she said sounding dejected, slinking around him to the back of his chair, “I suppose I’ll have to go to plan B!” Harvey Levinson gulped again and asked, “W…What’s plan B?” The black clad female smiled again and replied, “This is.” Terri whacked Levinson over the head with the Beretta knocking his out cold.

A few minutes later, Levinson was awakened by a glass of ice water being thrown in his face. His $150 shirt had been removed along with his Brooks Bros. suit and silk tie. He was secured to his chair in his underwear by tight plastic ties on his wrists and ankles. Levinson coughed and shook the water out of his face. He looked up and saw that his mysterious intruder had removed her mask. It was Terri Corwin! “Miss Corwin!” he exclaimed pulled at his restraints, “What is the meaning of this?? I demand that you release me at once!” “Of course, Harvey.” said Terri with an evil grin, “Just go to that safe and give me my grandmother’s key.” “Miss Corwin, Terri, you know I can’t do that.” he replied, “It would violate your grandmother’s wishes and as her attorney…” In mid-sentence, Terri backhanded him across the face and shouted, “I DON’T WANT TO HEAR THAT!! IT’S MINE AND I WANT IT NOW!!”

His face was reddened with anger as he said, “Never. You’ll just have to kill me, Terri. Can you really do that?” “I don’t have to Harvey.” she said calmly, while staring coldly into his eyes, “But if you don’t do as I ask, my mistress has given me detailed instructions about what to do to you until you do.” “Who is this mistress of yours?” asked Levinson. “She’s the one in the box, Harvey.” said Terri matter-of-factly. Harvey Levinson looked deep into her eyes. She was serious, deadly serious. “My God, you’re insane!” he gasped. Terri grinned widely and replied, “Perhaps I am, Harvey. If so, you might want to reconsider your position, especially since you’re in my complete control! After all, you’re the one tied to the chair in your underwear!”

Terri reached into her pouch and retrieved the evil looking syringe with the clear liquid. Levinson’s face showed his fear as she approached him with the long sharp needle. She tapped it with her finger and pushed the plunger to force out any air, making the chemical squirt into the air. “PLEASE TERRI, DON’T!” he begged, “What is that??” “You know, I really have no idea!” she giggled, “I just do as I’m told! Now please don’t struggle, Harvey. If you do I’ll have to put this some place besides your arm!” She tore open an alcohol wipe and swabbed his forearm near the crook of his elbow. She got ready to insert the needle and Levinson went berserk.

The usually distinguished lawyer squirmed, kicked, or tried to and screamed for help for all he was worth. Finally, Terri straddled him in the chair, quickly slipping her shapely hose clad legs through the holes under the arms of the high backed executive chair. “I warned you!” she shouted at him, “Now you’re gonna get it!” She grabbed his head with her left hand, yanking his head to the side by his iron grey hair. With her right, she jabbed the long needle most of the way into his carotid artery and pushed the plunger all the way down. She pulled out the needle and rubbed the spot where she had injected him with her soft gloved hand.

The drug took effect almost immediately. “What was that…stuff?” he said, his speech starting to slur. “I think it was a mixture of sodium pentothal and some other psychedelic thing.” she replied, smiling and stroking his face, “Just something to make you feel real good.” Suddenly, Levinson’s boxers started to rise. He became conscious of the fact that Terri wasn’t wearing anything under her skin-tight catsuit and every sensation of her curvaceous body touching him was heightened to the nth degree. “Ooooh, yes you are feeling pretty good aren’t you?” she teased. She put her arms around his neck and started grinding on his already bulging crotch.

“Now then, Harvey.” she said, “Show me the safe and how to open it or I’ll grind you ‘til your head explodes or your ticker gives out, which ever comes first!” “No…won’t tell you…can’t…tell you! Oh God…Please STOP!!” gasped Levinson. Terri giggled and planted a Frencher on him that stimulated him so much that she could actually feel his heartbeat triple in speed. Levinson’s blood pressure was spiking as was his manhood. Terri kept up her grinding and even increased her gyrating hip motions. He couldn’t take much more. The mind-altering drug tore down his control and inhibitions. He could no longer resist.

“All right! I’ll do anything you want! Just please stop! As much as I want you to continue, you’re killing me!” he begged. Terri stopped and got up from his sweat soaked lap. She cut the plastic restraints and ordered, “Open the safe! Give me the key!” Harvey obeyed. After she had the key and put it into the pouch on her hip, she took out the other syringe and commanded Levinson to re-dress himself. He did so and she told him to lie down on the couch. She then jabbed him in the butt with the needle and pushed the dark liquid into his bloodstream. Levinson closed his eyes and appeared to be sleeping. Terri closed the safe and re-locked it, using her sleek stockinged foot to press the secret area under the desk that slid the oak panel over the safe door, hiding it from view again.

She left the office building through the dock area on the back side, completely unseen. She slinked in and out of the shadows until she reached the Mercedes she had found in her garage left to her by her parents. She drove back to the mansion and ran up to the attic where the box was hidden. She pulled off the hood and hurriedly opened the box with the key. As she did, the lights in the house blinked and dimmed. She took out the sheer shimmering hose and held it close, caressing it softly. She peeled the black catsuit off, leaving her body nude for a moment admiring the seamless hose. It glistened and she heard the voice of the hose say, “Yes! Am I not magnificent?” “Yes, my mistress!” Terri replied, “You are truly wondrous and beautiful!”

“Then make haste and put me on!” the Uberhosen commanded. The mind-enslaved woman slid the sheer, sleek black garment onto her legs. Immediately, Terri’s mind and personality were completely suppressed. The evil persona of the hose had possessed her totally. “FREE!!! AT LAST I’M FREE!!” she cried, “Now, we will have our revenge just as I promised, little one! First, I will find Milo Trent and make him my tender prey, feeding on his life energy! Then, Simon Finchley will die as well as the model, Sirena! After this, I shall seek the one who calls herself Shining Star! No doubt she is a descendent of the original as Terri was of Brigitte.”

“I will kill them all!” she said defiantly, “But Shining Star shall be my triumph! Once she is gone, the entire city, even the world will be my feeding ground! No one shall be able to stop me! So speaks The Silken Death! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”



 Powers/Abilities: The Silken Death has the same powers and abilities as Shining Star (see bio for Shining Star for detail). However, there are some differences in the two:

o NOTE: As a species, the beings that are now called Superhose are all female in gender. The one that fell to Earth was the last of her kind. They procreate by absorbing great amounts of energy and using a form of binary fission produce “daughters.”

o Strength: Brigitte Hoffenmeier was a world class athlete before receiving her Superhose so the strength enhancing properties (although limited to 5X as opposed to Shining Star’s 7X her norm) made Brigitte physically stronger than Evelyn Sanders who was not very athletic, but had a very nice build. The same is true with the newest incarnation of The Silken Death. Terri Corwin-von Goebel has an intense 2 to 3 hour workout everyday, so her upper body strength is greater than Shining Star’s. Because Shining Star’s Superhose is the parent creature, she has superior leg strength than The Death. This still gives Shining Star “The Most Powerful Legs in the World.”

o Speed: The Silken Death’s speed is almost the same as Shining Star’s. The Death can reach speeds of up to 190 mph and maintain this speed for several hours before the dark Superhose must recharge herself.

o Stealth: The Silken Death has the power to cloak herself by clouding the minds of those near her. While doing this the villainess must keep her concentration focused. Any distraction could cause the cloak to drop and make her visible again.

o Hypnosis: The Silken Death can easily hypnotize almost anyone she comes in contact with except those with very strong and focused minds. This power can be used in close proximity by looking into her piercing dark eyes and in some cases a “mind-touch” can mesmerize a victim over the phone or over longer distances. The spell wears off after awhile (about 8 to 10 hours) if The Death does not reinforce it with her presence.

o Adhesion to surfaces: The Silken Death can adhere to walls and ceilings like a spider. This particular ability has yet to be explained.

 The Silken Death’s Superhose is just as indestructible as her “mother”, but has psychotic and homicidal tendencies, i.e. she loves to kill. Whereas the Superhose worn by Shining Star absorbs energy from electrical outlets, the sun or any other energized source, The black Uberhosen prefers to absorb the life energy (life-force) of humans to recharge herself. She refers to every human as “prey” and that is how she treats them. She has even been known to hunt and kill children and the elderly if another more suitable meal is not available. The Silken Death will stalk a human (preferably a male) and pounce upon them from the darkness. She will often place them under hypnotic control in order to get her hands on them. The Death will then torture the victim to death using the most painful, horrific means of doing so to inspire more fear (apparently fear influences the “taste” of the life-force being drained) as she feeds.


 It is whispered in the underworld of Capitol City that The Silken Death has recruited the members of several Neo-Nazi groups to serve her needs as she is a Nazi legend returned to life to them. This information is as yet unconfirmed.

[bravotango65]

Awesome background story Superpics The Silken Death villain is your best yet! Instead of killing her enemies though, it would be awesome if she can brainwash them into her slaves. Maybe she can create weaker black Uberhosen that will control the wearer, binding them to her will. This way, she can convert patriotic American heroines into her mindless followers, all in an effort to convert Shining Star into a servant of the new Reich :twisted:

[superpics4les]

Thanks for the input, bravo! Unfortunately, The Silken Death does need to kill most of her prey due to her energy needs, but the mental enslavement thing may be an option should the person possess skills or abilities that she feels she can exploit. That would be the only thing that would warrant sparing their life...for the moment! :twisted:

Again, thanks for the input! 8)