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Justice

Real Name: Mercy Hewitt Kane

Origins:
The first thing young Mercy Kane saw when she averted her eyes away in terror upon discovering that men and women have different genitals was - a crow.

This childhood trauma would ensure that Mercy would spend the rest of her life as a complete and utter bitch. No one could stop her as she grew up and became a woman who would become queen bitch of the universe. She graduated Harvard Law School at the top of her class. She had only one rival, one man who surpassed her in test scores and bested her in classroom debates. She married him, and then she bent him around her fingers, breaking him into a will-less submissive. She didn’t love him, and their copulations could be best described as hate-fucking. Instead of changing her own last name to follow her husband’s, as in traditional marriage, she made him adopt Kane as his new surname. Unwilling to consider even the slimmest possibility of childbirth or childrearing, she also had him undergo a vasectomy.

She became an ace in the legal world, a hawk, a bitch. An ace bitch-hawk. Before she became District Attorney of Los Angeles, she was already well known for her rivalry with the renowned Michelangelo Gabriel, attorney-at-law, while simultaneously combating the pro-metahuman vigilantism legislations of Senator Blackwell. This was not because of any anti-mutite tendencies, but because she loathed how the costumed freaks went totally around the immutable rules of society – she wanted to make them submit to the law, to her law.

For her, superheroes were far worse than the villains they fought. The villains were just glorified petty criminals on their way to the electric chair, while the heroes were taking the law into their hands with acts of blatant vigilantism – yet the entire nation, the entire world, seemed blind to these transgressions.

During her tenure as District Attorney, she tried her best to curb the rampant corruption of the LAPD in a measure to spite the city’s vigilante problem, to spite one particular murderous maniac watching the night. However, despite her efforts, the LAPD remained corrupt and despite accusations of bribery, Mercy had no evidence of the police being paid-off by some third party.

Nonetheless, she decided to move on. Her stance on vigilantism and her quick ascent made her popular with the then-still-dominant conservative junta of the White House administration and plans were formulated and discussed. They wanted her to become a Justice of the Supreme Court, a political maneuver that would no doubt set American superheroism back by decades, which played into their hands nicely.

However, something went wrong. Wronger than wrong. Wrongest.

Mr. Kane was not the submissive man-bitch that he was. Or, he was a submissive man-bitch but had enough of the bitch-manning submission. He went around Mercy. When she was working late at night personally supervising the ragtag anti-Crow LAPD taskforce she assembled, he would associate himself with whores and take out his pent-up sexual dysfunctions on them, in that he would be the dominant and they would be the submissives. Not him, not anymore.

Someone was watching him throttle the life out of his whore. In truth, she was not really his whore. For no one throttles LA’s whores but the Crow.

Mr. Kane’s strangulations were ceased when the black figure dropped down on him from the sky like some obsidian bird of prey, picking him up and mauling him midair, slashing him and brutalizing him. Yet, this was what he wanted. He had enough of Mercy, she would kill him, he knew that, and he would not give her the satisfaction of ending his life, the life she ruined.

He begged for death. And the Crow had only one thing to say to that.

Nevermore.

The Crow released him and he fell, landing on the pavement like a sack of man-whore potatoes.

The police found Mr. Kane and his unconscious whore and brought him back to Mercy.

The resulting media spectacle utterly destroyed the reputation of LA’s District Attorney. Her bright future as a Supreme Justice disappeared.

It was all their fault. As her love recuperated, she gutted him with a vicious knife and bled him like a pig. As he died, she had her hound – a steroidified female mixbreed, the ultimate bitch-dog – gnaw on his corpse. Knife wounds, bites, the usual modus operandi of the Crow.

She did the same thing to the whore. And then she ditched their bodies in an alley, the same one where they found her husband.

The Crow was watching, the Crow was waiting. The Crow was the greatest detective in the world. He knew this day would come.

Immediately he attacked. She might’ve been LA’s District Attorney, she might’ve been the Vice President of the United States, she might’ve even been William Howard Taft, but the Crow didn’t care. She was a murder-death-killer. She had the lacerated corpse of a whore inside a golfbag. And she was a woman. Thus a whore worthy of that very same fate.

His first strike nearly sliced Mercy’s left breast clean off. She ran, screaming, bleeding, clutching her almost-severed breast, but the Crow would not stop. He stabbed her again. And again. And –

Mercy’s hound attacked the Crow, defending her master, the alpha-bitch of her pack. As Mercy ran for her life, she could hear the whimpering of her beloved dog as the Crow eviscerated it and fed on its desecrated viscera.

Mercy was found by the LAPD. She was brought to the hospital and stitched back together, then she was discharged and, to her dismay, brought to jail. They found sufficient evidence to suspect her involvement in her husband and whore’s murder, and while her story of the Crow murdering them made for a convincing alibi, she was nonetheless scheduled for a trial.

That was, until the nascent supervillain Firestorm caused a great urban bushfire and used the subsequent conflagration in a bid to immolate the entirety of California.

The resulting panic, mayhem, and decimation of the ranks of the LAPD and LAFD saw countless jailed crooks and a number of supervillains make a mass escape. Mercy was amongst them.

In the years to come, Mercy spent her time in hiding. Brooding and planning, watching and waiting. She realized, then and there, that everything wrong in her life was the fault of one being entirely – the Crow.

She traveled across the urban wastelands of America and after enough time had passed, after she had witnessed the everyday depravities, learned from them and partaken in them, she began her mission.

Donning a costume of black leather and a stylized skull-faced motorcycle helmet, she began phase one of her War on the Crow. And where better to begin the War than in Crowtalon City?

There, in that proverbial city of sin, she honed her ruthlessness and muderability. The couple of years she spent in Crowtalon saw a slight increase in the already high death rate of costumes and vigilantes, a very modest percentage of which were caused by her.

Her familiarity with the law enforcement system, intricate knowledge of the superhero/vigilante modus operandi as well as those of their villainous counterparts, and the availability of extra-legal methods that had been previously anathema to her, were partially the reason of her success. After she killed her quota and fed her pack of bitch-hounds with enough costumed corpses, she decided to return to Los Angeles.

Phase Two would begin. Phase Two of the War on the Crow.

He spent his whole life killing whores. Now the bitch was going to kill him.

If its breasts bleed, she could kill it.


Mercy Kane is dead. In her place is… Justice.

But when the Goddamn Crow will meet her, he won’t call her Justice. He will call her Judge Bitch.


Current Status: Alive and scheming the demise of the Crow. She dwells in LA’s sewer network, away from his keen eyes, as well as in numerous safe houses she’s prepared – namely former crackhouses and the like busted up during her part in the War on Drugs. She earns her keep from the illicit bounties criminal syndicates and private parties place on costumes.

Powers and Abilities:
She’s a baseline human, albeit in good physical condition and well-trained, having taught herself in the ways of Crow-hunting and being quite a fast-learner. She uses her experience in the criminal-justice system, and knowledge of vigilante and criminal activities, to her advantage. She’s also given herself a backalley variant of the Soldier Serum and takes controlled doses of other augmentative substances of both the over-the-counter and less-than-legal varieties.

She is heavily armed and extremely dangerous, her favored weapon being a boltgun – a compact yet lethal automatic weapon that fires explosive rocketbullets. She also uses a chainsword, an implement she found when stalking the Crow in his bloody War on Whores.

Her armor is composed of a black leather bulletproof weave of Vagrant Arms manufacture, acquired from the body of a nocturnal vigilante from Crowtalon. It fits her body tightly, and is intact since she shot said vigilante in his face. She also wears black robes, like that of a judge, used to carry and conceal her many weapons. Her helmet is shaped to look like a bloodied black skull and contains many different sight enhancers.

She also rides an armored tri-bike, an all-terrain omnidirectional vehicle not constrained by things like moving forward or backward, left or right. The chair in the middle (along with the control sticks) can rotate to face whatever direction the tri-bike is going. The rotating ‘cockpit’ is equipped with quad shotguns. It originally wasn’t hers’, but its true owner is too dead to do anything about it.

Weaknesses:
She’s a baseline human, and not a very physically powerful one at that. She’s also an insane psychopathic bitch.

Relations:
She’s out to hunt the Crow. When she gets him, she’s gonna rip out his balls, chew them up, and then spit them at his face.

She also has her bitch-hounds. They’re all female and are capable of reproducing asexually through some freak genetic occurrence, and are filling the streets of LA with monstrous canines that make rabid rottweilers look like poodles. Being a dog-person, Justice has a natural affinity with these dogs and can call on any and all of them by whistling.

She maintains contacts in her former anti-Crow taskforce in the LAPD, officers who themselves have grown corrupt in their twisted pursuit of justice, though not to the extent as her.
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I found it a nice touch that she lost one of her breasts, making her a literal amazon. (the word comes from Greek for "severed breasts") Guess it makes some amount of sense to pit a over-the-top feminazi caricature against an over-the-top misogynist caricature of Frank Miller's Batman, makes the basic character concept less offensive... though both characters would probably be equally a pain in the ass to be around.

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Peregrin wrote:I found it a nice touch that she lost one of her breasts, making her a literal amazon. (the word comes from Greek for "severed breasts")
This is not actually a known fact; the word may also be derived from the Iranian *ha-mazan-, which means as much as "warriors", or from a Greek phrase meaning "manless, without husbands".

As for Justice, I think the concept is a bit too hysterical to really work well, but then I've never really been the biggest fan of the Crow and his rogues gallery.
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And her breast was just nearly, but not quite, sliced off. :P
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Siege wrote:
Peregrin wrote:I found it a nice touch that she lost one of her breasts, making her a literal amazon. (the word comes from Greek for "severed breasts")
This is not actually a known fact; the word may also be derived from the Iranian *ha-mazan-, which means as much as "warriors", or from a Greek phrase meaning "manless, without husbands".

As for Justice, I think the concept is a bit too hysterical to really work well, but then I've never really been the biggest fan of the Crow and his rogues gallery.
Nobody is supposed to be a fan of The Crow. Hell, I don't even like him ;)
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It's not just the character itself. It's the concept of the character I'm not personally enamoured with. With his obsession with whores and his child-kidnapping ways he's so bizarrely out of touch that I just can't relate to him in any way. I'm having an easier time connecting with utter aliens like Mogar or Phaeton than with this whackjob. The Crow just isn't working for me, not as a character nor as a concept, and the same is true for his rogues gallery. But that's just me, of course.
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Yeah, that tends to be my outlook on the Crow and all of his rouges as well. Of course, my tolerance for the absurdly bizarre tends to be low to being with, with me usually nodding and flashing a nervous smile before running the hell away once that threshold has been reached, so maybe I'm not the best indicator here. Then again, I would imagine that the Crow and all of his associated characters were intentionally created to have such an effect, and if that's the case, then you people have accomplished your sick twisted duty. :)
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He is indeed designed to be outrageous, offputting and dislikable as a concept as well as a character. When I say I don't like him, I mean the entire concept of him, not just his character. That's kinda why I don't write stuff about him any more.
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Anakin, you're breaking my heart. Just like by the lake on Naboo. :cry: :cry: :cry:

I am sads. The Crow is my favoritest character.
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