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Victor Von Doom [userpic]

Oh snap! (locked to Ananova)

August 20th, 2006 (11:13 pm)
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Doctor Doom was working on his on-going project. The man had a good idea that the device he was working on, a way to make a direct gate way into the dimension he needed to get into. He had been doing this for years now.

He was getting very close to his goal. He began to inut the new data into the laptop that would feed what was needed into the large device that would create a gate way from this plane to the one he saught.

Only the King hadn't checked his formula. Instead of a gate to a hell dimension.....He had a horse.

".....What is this?"

Victor Von Doom [userpic]

Library of Winds challenge: Black

August 20th, 2006 (02:39 pm)

Muse: Victor von Doom

Fandom: Fantastic Four


Word Count: 516


Rating: Mature for mentions of very not nice stuff




Doom stood in the darkened room that was his private study for this embassy. He had been thinking about his past lately. The past which haunted him. He would never talk about it. Many were unworthy of knowing of these black nights or why he needed to find the strength within himself again.

They forgot his was Romy. That the Barron had allowed his soldiers to do horrible things to their women. He remembered the tales of the rapes and beatings. It made his blood boil to think that his mother may have been victimized like that.

Her friends as well as the rest of their band. It made him very angry that they who should have gotten fair treatment had received. His Father ad been a very skilled healer, had he been treated fairly and not as a dirty thief or beggar he could have been a top doctor in their nation.

Victor could still remember his Mother, despite him being very young. His parents might not have known but Victor was aware that his mother was using the darker parts of her magic to protect the clan. What he did know was that she more than paid for that price, with her soul sold to a powerful demon. Mephisto had tricked her into that deal. But the price had been paid.

His father had tried to help cure the Barron's wife. He had no choice and the disease that the poor woman had couldn't be cured. So they had to feel like the blackest hounds of hell were on their heels. His father hadn't survived that. It had broke young Victor's heart really. He like any son with a loving parent like his had loved his father.

Doom did not regret anything that had happened after that. No. He had done everything for what was needed. A means to an end.
His cold gaze turns to the two small black carvings that he had found. Something a member of his father's caravan had made. His Mother and father side by side forever.
It pleased Doom, for as black as his soul was according to everyone else, he still could love. Love so deeply that even his so called black heart could shine in the darkness of the room as he tried to think of happier times.

But it couldn't be. Doom could not recall his parents. Instead he recalled a young woman with hair spun like the night sky, with hands that had tended to his wounded soul. Hair so thick and black that he had been mesmerized by it as a young man.

The only woman he had ever loved. A woman who would have given anything just to get Doom to smile. Doom finds that he still longs for the woman that held the spirit of his people with the face of an angel, and the darkest hair he had ever seen.

That woman was Valeria. He only hoped that she might forgive the fact that when it came to her, she was his only mistake. He had let her slip away.

Victor Von Doom [userpic]

Library of Winds challenge:Out rage

August 16th, 2006 (12:50 pm)

Doom had been preparing for his speech. He had known what this would do to America. In fact he had been planning on it. He knew that the people would over-react to the situation at hand. That was a part of being the King of Latvaria. He had to be able to predict just how the people would react to any given situation.

The fact that the US Senators reacted this way was like giving him candy. Sweet tasty candy. He would admit he was mentally rubbing his hands together in glee.

He strode out to the stage he had set up for press conferences. He stood at the podium watching as the reporters tensed up. They had to wait before they could dare to ask questions.

“Citizens of the world. I ask you to calm yourselves right now. I, Victor von Doom, must speak to you. The recent events in New York are shocking, yes. But what the US Senate is starting to demand is even more so. They claim to be humanitarians. They claim to care for their fellow man but before the dust has even settled they start pointing fingers at the easiest target. We are ashamed of their short sighted views. They do not even bother to begin an investigation into what happened. They have not made efforts to protect the ones they blame this….unfortunate incident.” He paused to let his words sink in.

“They should allow the agencies who have stepped in to prevent civilians from being hurt to do their job. In fact this new witch hunt that may begin in America seems quite horrific. I had always respected the American government for allowing their people the liberties that they claim everyone deserves no matter what race or creed they belong to. To see them going against their history, culture, and on their word is very unsettling. Have they not learned from their past? From the world’s past? Who will they force to register next? People of a different sexual orientation, or of a different religion than what is ‘main-stream’? Or worse….Will they turn many of their young children into soldiers against other nations who do not share their views on how we choose to conduct our nations. I only ask you to keep open minds. In the event that America becomes a dangerous place for innocent people, I ask the rest of the world to deeply consider giving these people a safe haven. Know this; Doom of Latvaria will do so.”

Doom paused and scanned the crowd. He was done with his speech for now. He nodded to one of his aides and left. It was time to go to his study. He knew that many people would be arguing over what he had said tonight. Good. It would stir many fires of different kinds.

This pleased Doom.

Victor Von Doom [userpic]

OOC

May 12th, 2006 (01:47 am)

((If anyone needs to get in touch with Doom's mun. ))

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