Magic Gal
Stay put, folks...this show is about to start, and what a show it will be!
Magic Gal here is a stage magician. Or...well...WAS a stage magician.
That changed a long time ago.
Magic Gal was once a stage magician. Then, one day, she joined up with Doctor Wily fighting for their right to not have an expiration date. Or so she thought.
Then, well, naturally, the Blue Bomber did her in, leaving her in scraps. But for some reason, Mega Man failed to notice that she hadn't quite been taken down.
She floated there, stuck in a limbo between 'life' and 'death'...
And then...she came. Came to this Robot Master, smiling a slasher grin.
"Do you wish to become all you can be...oh 'Magic Gal'?" The girl mocked the fallen robot, who could barely process this at this point.
She twitched for her wand, but the girl was holding it. Before she could gasp out a world, the strange skeleton winged girl pointed her wand at her, and made her parts form back together, sparks running through Magic's head as she was repaired in instants. She tried to ask her mysterious savior her name...but they poofed away into smoke, leaving behind only a note.
"What if you were to play around with some real magic?"
And thus began a new chapter in this Robot Master's life.
What would you do...if you were suddenly handed an almost unlimited amount of magical power, concentrated in a prop you used to use to go on stage?
A simple stage magician no more, this humble robot found herself wielding the power of a goddess. And since she had worked for Wily at one point, what does she do?
Yeah. She went on a rampage.
So after her therapeutic walk through Monsteropolis, she decided to maybe find some new stomping grounds. Reopen the theater, dazzle the crowds like she used to. Except this time...there'd be no one finding out the trick to her tricks~
So now, here she is. Nigh omnipotent, wielding so much magical potential, and with the rest of eternity to find out all about it. She's up for anything she thinks will give her a new angle or twist to put on her shows.
And if she REALLY likes you...you might get a copy of her wand to play with yourself. She gives about as much care there as the Shinigami do their death notes.
But one thing, above anything else, guarantees a doom as creative as she can imagine:
Attempting to steal her wand.
It does not work for thieves, and she long ago placed the actual core of its abilities into herself.