Basic Info
Name: Vermilla Schuss
Fan Nickname: Ver
Game Name: Undeath Crisis
Age: Game plugged in for approx. 10 years, designed to appear 20+ years old
In-Universe Birthday: September 21
Plug-In Date: October 1
Race: Human with vampiric blood
Gender: Female (will play her as herm for CV, but not sex)
Height: 6' 2"
Cup Size: Approx. C range
Eye color: Dark red/vibrant red (depends on how far her vampirism goes)
Hair Color: Deep crimson red
Likes: Roses, fine women, red beverages of any kind
Dislikes: Needlessly cruel people, wasting time, players with horrid aim
Basic Personality: Vermilla, at first glance, is a very distant woman who keeps to herself a large portion of the time she's seen in public when Litwak's Arcade closes every night (or when a significant holiday rolls by). Most of the time, she's seen wandering about in darker corners of various games, such as any shadowed areas she can find in Cammy's stage of Street Fighter II, the woodland areas of Fix-It Felix Jr. or relatively calm areas of Hero's Duty, preferring to be by herself. Anyone who's brave enough to approach her will find her surprisingly warm and inviting, although she says she's a loner for a reason.
Stage 1-1
The rainfall hissed softly all around the dimly lantern-lit graveyard, stone masoleums towering above many smaller tombstones and even stone crosses that pepper the area, although there is a visible path that winds through the entire area, presumably for visitors. One such pedestrian walked this wide, empty concrete path, idly running her right hand against one of the masoleums while looking forward, keeping a slow pace. Her red heels lightly clacked against the soaked ground below as she turned her head left-and-right, almost as if she were wary of something hiding amongst the graves. Her dress hung heavy all around her, drenched with rainwater and just barely keeping above the ground were it not for the slit on her right side that would show her leg every now and then, revealing her garterbelt and stockings. "Why can't they ever give me peace...?" she asked aloud, seeming to expect a response.
And a response she would get. "We can't blame them, can we?" a younger girl's voice said from around the corner, its owner leaning against the front of the masoleum, though she showed no easily readable signs of snideness. She was indeed visibly younger than the woman in red, as if her school uniform underneath her black hoodie was no indication, although what would be off-putting would be the gun holster strapped to her right thigh. The fabric on the left side of her leggings was also torn just a little bit, revealing pale, soft skin. "If what you said is true, they've got a very good reason to be hunting you... although, you'd think this rain would do their job for them."
The woman in red simply sighed and shook her head. "Lazuli... you should know as well as I do that those rumors are completely ridi--"
Without warning, it was almost like she lashed out for the younger girl's head, pushing the girl out of her way as she pulled a handgun from the skirt of her dress in mid-sentence. A loud gunshot rang out all around the graveyard, leaving the other girl's ears ringing. Not even seven feet away, what appeared to be a military soldier stumbled backwards a few steps in the wet grass, dropping his gun before falling on his back with a light squish against the ground beneath him. "That's enough banter... we should go," the woman in red said sternly, releasing the younger girl and picking up her pace in the opposite direction.
"W-Wait!" the younger girl called out, hurriedly unholstering her gun and lightly bapping herself on the head before running after the woman. "I never got your name!"
"...Vermilla," she answered. "Vermilla Schuss."
Stage 1-2
Finally, the two women escaped the graveyard, leaving it riddled with bodies and bullet holes. Behind the two of them, a chunk of stone from one of the many masoleums falls off and clatters against the soaked ground, which has gained an ever-so-slight red tint. The younger woman, Lazuli, panted with her hands on her knees as the rain continued to pour. "Where... where to?" she asked, giving a light cough.
Vermilla didn't look at all fazed by the rain, even as it soaked her right to the bone. She looked all around, looking across the street before them as she checked her handgun, ensuring that it wasn't too badly affected by the overcast up above. "So... I gotta ask..." Lazuli asked behind her, adjusting her hood so that it covered her head. "How did you know my name, anyway? I don't recall ever telling you, and you didn't ask, last time I checked."
"My own question is why you thought the rain would affect me at all," Vermilla replied, plainly. "So we both want to know how we know certain things about each other... it's a fair trade, from what I see."
Lazuli just huffed at the older woman, walking ahead for once to the right, following the sidewalk of the mostly empty street. The both of them did indeed have questions about each other, and it seemed fairly safe... yet, they knew, as entities within the game, they would have to keep those questions in check, for the sake of the programming. "Going Turbo" was quite the label for any denizen of Litwak's Arcade, named after one such character whose game was decommissioned years before Undeath Crisis was ever plugged in. From the sound of things, it turned out that, for a time, the eponymous Turbo hadn't perished in the unplugging, but soon met his end after his resurfacing within the racing game Sugar Rush. He had been lucky up until then... game characters who perish outside of their own game don't regenerate, which means that any action by those game-jumping gained an immense amount of weight due to that fact. And to think that fateful chain of events starting with Fix-It Felix Jr. started with its bad guy character...
"You seem a bit young to be handling a firearm," Vermilla asked, putting space between herself and Lazuli. "I would assume that either your home situation is a mess, or you're not as old as I'm assuming you to be. If the former..."
As if to make a point, Vermilla tightened her grip on her own gun, though whether or not it was from her thoughts or the fact that she could sense someone around the corner of the small town that they had walked into was ambiguous. The soldier had slightly heavier armor than most of his compatriots, but nowhere near the kind of protection his minigun-toting comrades had. "Permission to unleash the squadron, sir," he spoke into a radio strapped to his armor.
"Permission granted," crackled from the other end.
"Wait... what's that?" Lazuli said, stopping in her tracks. "Do you feel that...?"
Vermilla wouldn't feel it, but Lazuli could feel a strange chill going down her spine, as well as hearing her own heartbeat in her ears. To her, that meant one thing. "Oh no... it can't be...! We need to go!"
This time, it was Vermilla being led along as the sound of low groaning could be heard from the alleyways, as was the occasional bark of orders from an enemy soldier. Now would be the time where players would learn why the game was called Undeath Crisis...
Stage 1-Boss (Bogenschütze)
"This hardly makes any sense..." Vermilla said to herself resting herself on top of a now-empty military SUV courtesy of the men trying to kill her and Lazuli. "What would make these men resort to using the undead...?"
"You sound like you've had scraps with these idiots before," Lazuli noted, sitting comfortably at the driver's seat of said car, watching as the rain began to slow to a faint hiss all around them. "That means you should know well that they're willing to do anything to deal with vampires. Hell... I should know very well, too."
The older woman looked back and down through the windshield at Lazuli, watching her exhale a soft, barely-visible sigh. To Vermilla, this proved to be rather interesting... it was warm outside, so a normal person's breath couldn't possibly form a visible cloud in this sort of temperature. Though, it might have been adrenaline hallucinations on Vermilla's part... she had just burned through the better part of a cult's military regimen along with a fair amount of undead. "There's one good thing we can say, though... if I know this town, none of the undead we just faced are any of its citizens," she noted. "...Not yet, anyway..."
Lazuli tilted her head upwards at Vermilla, wondering what she was talking about when the chilling sensation returned to her spine. This time around, it came with such force that she lurched forward with a gasp, pressing her chest against the middle of the SUV's steering wheel. In a moment, the soft noise was ripped through by a loud yet brief honk of a horn. While the woman in red didn't jump, she did whip around to face the younger girl in blue, with a disapproving stare as she scrambled out of the SUV. "What happened?" Vermilla asked, her tone borderline demanding. "You just gave away our position to their snipers!"
Barely a split-second after she finished, the ground in front of the SUV exploded into a pillar of dark grey dust, flinging the women backwards. For being the younger one, Lazuli's recovery was surprisingly graceful compared to Vermilla, who took a nasty fall on her face before bouncing back to shooting position. "Well, well... if it isn't our fallen angel?" a husky, almost mechanical voice sounded out. "And she has herself a protege... lowest tactic for self-defense, if you ask me."
The cloud cover over the night's sky would part for a brief moment enough to highlight a rather large figure atop one a rooftop, wielding an enormous rifle and cloaked in what appeared to be a strange mix of medieval armor and a modern bomb suit. However parts and pieces were missing entirely to reveal that there was no skin underneath... just bones, with veins of blue fire interlaced within. "It's been a while, Vermilla," the figure said, pulling back the lever of the massive gun, which looked loosely like an anti-tank rifle crossed with a cannon of sorts. "How many times have we met like this?"
"I care not to keep track, Bogen," Vermilla said, her face stern and resolute. "But from the looks of things, I assume this will be our last encounter."
"Are you sure you want to make an assumption like that, Vermilla?" the figure named "Bogen" replied, jumping down from the roof with a mighty, glass shattering thud. "I might be less than skin-and-bones, but it's the heart that counts--"
Bogen's words were cut short by a sudden spark against his face-obscuring helmet, making him reel back just a bit. Smoke could be seen trailing out of Lazuli's gun barrel, followed by an annoyed look on the girl's face. "Look, I've had it with you zombies already, can we just kill you already?" she huffed.
"Oh-ho ho ho ho... she knows when to get to business," Bogen replied, reaching up to the air.
A couple of remaining soldiers were holding another one of the massive rifle-cannons, obviously struggling if their grunts of effort to toss it down to him were no indication. Yet, Bogen caught it like it weighed nothing, and proudly pointed both guns at the women akimbo-style. "Let me oblige your little pupil."
Author's IC-Tip: His first weakpoints are his exposed arms, then the glowing stone underneath his armor. He can damage both players at once with his twin rifles, and will single them out throughout the fight.
W.I.P. ZergAlts project based on the universe of Disney's animated film, Wreck-It Ralph. I'm not kidding, people, I went there.
