I'm Not A Child

I'm Ophelia. Ophelia Klein, if you must know but I never use that name anymore so just call me Ophelia. I'm a mutant. I can torture people with my mind among other things. Doesn't that sound like fun? Oh, you want to call me a child? Comment on my size, hmm? If you want to play that game, I'll comment on the size of your dick, asshole. Chances are I'm older than you anyways unless you live in a nursing home. I don't like stupid people. I don't like most people. But, don't worry. I don't beat around the bush. If I don't like you, you'll know and if I really don't like you, well you'll be dead.

This is an independent OC RP blog from I guess the Marvel Universe. Ophelia is a character I created but the idea of her being a mutant is credit to X-Men. I will RP with anyone. I have several other RP blogs on here. If you want to know their urls, just ask.

FC: Chloe Moretz

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“Ah well, if that’s the description you want to go for, then have at it, I wasn’t thinking on nearly such a dark term.”

“Assuming most people are is still judgemental, whether you want to be narrow minded about it or not, you assume before you know truth, and truth is a weapon.”

"Well, you look like a guy who would almost always think on dark terms." She shrugged. "Thanks for that. I don’t care about using truth as a weapon though. I have my own weapons. And look, I’m awfully sorry that I called you a tool." There wasn’t much regret in her voice. " Most of the time, my assumptions end up being accurate though. Guess I wasn’t accurate with you then. We all make mistakes."

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“And your attitude reveals what an ugly soul you have, Ophelia.”

“I’d say what a pleasure, but clearly the judgement has been placed that I’m a tool…so I’ll just act like one.”

"You’re probably right there. My soul probably has like three heads and horns or something."

"I think most people are tools. There isn’t much judgement involved."


“That was probably an inappropriate question wasn’t it? I didn’t mean to nake you uncomfortable, it wasn’t my intention. I’m sorry for everything you’ve had to see and do. The things you’ve had to live through. You make my childhood look like a cake walk.” It was true, sure Jac had been through some terrible things, but she didn’t get attached to people, and her source of torture was dead. Ophelia though, she was still living through everything. “You really don’t owe me anything. I owe you. You could have pushed me away when I was a little kid. You could have ignored my problems. You could bring up my family. You don’t. You didn’t. You’re here looking for somebody you don’t even know with me. I think this means I owe you.”

“Yeah, friends. We can be friends. I think its a little bit of a weird concept, but yeah. It’s just been a while since I’ve had a real friend,” Jac looked out her window, studying the  landscape for a spilt second. “You’d probably be trying to stop me. If I weren’t here, I think I’d be high in some back ally somewhere. Trying to get over all of this. I’m, uh, glad you think I’m cool. You are too.” 

"It’s fine." Ophelia said quickly. "Really. Nothing makes me uncomfortable. I just don’t really talk about it much, I guess. And your childhood was definitely not a walk through the park so don’t pretend like it was." She shrugged. "I just lived in a different time, I guess. Basically, as everyone already knows, the Nazis were total assholes. Whatever. That was the forties. I think I should move on." She turned to Jac. "I’m nice to kids. I’m not gonna shove a first grader or however old you were around. And I don’t have any reason to bring up your family. I don’t have anything better to do anyway. Don’t sweat it. It’s just called ‘me not being as much of a dick as everyone seems to think I am’."

She smiled faintly. “Yeah. Same. Friend isn’t usually a part of my every day vocabulary. Instead of calling people my friend, I just call them an asshole. But, I think after all this- going on a road trip to find your long lost brother or what not.. We qualify as friends. Otherwise, I don’t know what the hell to call us.” Ophelia shook her head, laughing. “Drugs wouldn’t be the best idea. No. It’s not like tripping out changes anything. At least now, you’re trying to actually do something. Thanks. I try to be pretty cool.”

(Source: justophelia)

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“The name is Eric Draven, and who might you be?”

"Nice makeup. It makes you look like even more of a tool than you would without it. Congrats."

"I’m Ophelia. What a pleasure."

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“Are you trying to threaten me?” Steve growled slightly “Look I don’t care where you come from or who you are, torture is wrong in any form and if it happened to you then that’s horrible but that in no way gives you any right to torture other people just because you don’t like them. You might think that’s high and mighty but I don’t care, it’s the facts. Just like you don’t bully someone because you think they are below you or any of that other crap. As for everyone else? Loki is under control, the Joker is in prison and Magneto is currently under the watchful eye of two close friends of mine. All bullies and all taken care of when ever they pop up. Because that’s what my team and I do.”

Steve rolled his eyes “Yes, you think the Germans were bad? Try being at the hands of the Russians and no neither of them are sweet and nice but they are decent people and don’t think they have the right to commit wrong doings just because they have been done to them. It’s wrong, there’s no lee-way about it.”

She laughed. “Threaten you? Hardly? It obviously can’t be that wrong. Aren’t you religious or something? Well, I would assume ‘your God’ gave me these powers. Either that or it was the devil. Don’t really care which. I can kill. I can torture. You’d rather me just kill everyone?” Ophelia glared at him, “The only work I do is assassin work. Going after drug dealers and wife beaters and stuff. Oh yeah. I’m completely evil.” There was nothing entertaining about his presence any more and she was laughing. “Well, in my world, none of them are locked up. Loki’s always running around. And The Joker is doing Joker shit and I really don’t care what Magneto does but he’s at large as well. Really though, why are you worrying so much about me? You can’t go after a serial killer or a rapist? For you to group me in the same league as any people like that is ridiculous. I’m not like them. I’m not.” She emphasized the word ‘not’. “But, you’re too busy drowning in your self-inflated patriotic ego to realize you’re wrong.”

"Actually, yeah. Not gonna say the Russians were nice but depending on what time period, they really weren’t that bad. Stalin was a real dick. And communism was not fun. But, then again neither was fascism." She shrugged, "I mean, it’s a lot more than just a couple Nazis locking me up. I don’t think I can commit wrongs because I’ve had wrongs done to me. Just shut up with that shit. I was angry and I kicked that other Captain’s ass. That’s all there is to it." 

"I’m not winning any Personality of the Year awards but I’m pretty sure I’m a decent person. Do I steal? No. Do I lie? Actually, no. I have never killed nor tortured a completely innocent person. I’d never hurt a kid, first of all. I’m really nice to kids, believe it or not. Or does that make me a sinister villain too?"


So you do know exactly how I feel— how wonderful, something bond over. The Nazis were disgusting, horrible people. I am glad I was on the other side of the fight. Very glad.

What part of Germany are you from Ophelia, if you don’t mind my asking, that is?

I wasn’t. Not really anyway. I didn’t really get to fight cause if I did they’d kill my family- which they did anyways but still Nazis weren’t fun to fuck with.

Munich. Where were you from?


“…Thank you…” He raised an eyebrow. “How are you this evening, Ophelia?”

"Welcome." She smirked. "Eh, I’m just grand. Same as always, really. And how are you?"

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Steve laughed “No, see you have it all wrong, everything you researched is what SHIELD deemed to release about Captain America, you know nothing about me so don’t sit there and pretend that you know anything about me or how I work or what I do,” he snapped “Yeah but I’ve been awake long enough and done enough proper research to know about the world, to know how bullies think they can get what they want through torture and manipulation. There’s a line and of you cross over it then yeah I will ‘jump them’ and I will have my team and everyone else to back me up, because that’s what we do, we stop people like you thinking you can get away with torture because you had a bad start. I know people, I work with people who went through a hell you could never even imagine and they are still decent people.”

Her anger was rising. She sighed in annoyance if only to vent a little bit of her frustration. He was driving her to her wit’s end and her abilities were incredibly difficult to control when she grew this angry. “You’re such a hypocrite though. You are doing the exact same thing. You are assuming so much about me and you know so little. Either way, considering I have met like five different versions of you and I’m assuming this is the only me you met- I think I have the monopoly regarding who knows the most about who.” She had always loathed Captain America but she particularly loathed this one. Perhaps it was the smug smirk. His radiating arrogance that he could commit no wrong. Might as well start kissing his fucking feet now. "Don’t you have something better to do? Like go after an actual villain? Here’s me just naming names but.. The Joker, Magneto, that Loki guy, kind to think of it literally anyone Batman has ever fought because they always seem to come back, you know?" She groaned, "Dude, what are you not fucking getting here? Do I have to spell it out for you? Like I said I’m not proud of torturing that Captain. We actually got over it. We’re sort of friends. But, you do not get it. Sorry, mutants don’t always have control over their powers specifically not someone with powers like mine. You’re not a mutant. You’re a glorified science project.”

"A hell I could never imagine? Like what? I didn’t realize you worked with Anne Frank. Or that girl from the Scream movies. Not all of us turn out sweet and nice. I don’t care if I’m not a decent person. But, don’t berate me just because I don’t have the same mindset as you."


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“Hello, my name is Hannibal.”

"And I’m Ophelia. Hey. Nice dimples.."