The world was such a peculiar place. Such a variety of places, people, and abilities. Midnight island was one of these places. No sunlight touched down on the island as Deadman wonderland, the vessel of the Cheshire harlequins, was tied down to the dock of this very island. As a women stepped off the ship, she crossed her arms, peering in all directions. "I guess this will have to do for gathering supplies." She spoke, walking down the dock, her two inch thick heels clicking against the wood.
Her black hair would blow against the wind, moving her hair from her neck as the winds sent it back. People gawked at the women as she walked down what had now become a street. They were not gawking at her promiscuous attire, nor her good looks. They were gawking at the violet Cheshire cat tattoos onto her neck.
Symbol of one of the supernovas, a member of the worst generation, Succubus Blake.