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.
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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.

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“The Nazi’s weren’t scarier,” he scoffed slightly shaking his head “You have no idea what you’re talking about do you.” Steve’s eyes narrowed further “For one thing why should he or I give a damn about someone who took pleasure in torturing someone just because they could? Second you don’t know anything about me so don’t presume you do and I know more about the world that to automatically pity and girl who had a hard life.”

She rolled her eyes, “No, I do. And I know a lot about you. It’s 2012. Not too hard to learn shit about someone who took the world by storm.” Ophelia scoffed and leaned forward, “I was eight. I didn’t torture anyone. This- all of this came later, alright? I don’t want you to pity me. I just want you to stop treating me like I’m the fucking Joker.” She was angry now. He was acting like she was evil. “Maybe you’re the one who doesn’t understand the world. How could you even understand the world now anyway? Weren’t you frozen for seventy years or something? God, see the problem with you is pretty clear.” She shrugged, “Everything to you is black and white. Good and bad. Hot and cold. You never even begin to think about the in between. And I know, you’re gonna say that’s bullshit but honestly somebody does one bad thing- something you don’t approve of and you want to jump them?” She laughed, “I thought ‘heroes’ were supposed to be understanding. Guess not. I’m not evil. I’m not a bully. I’ve done some things I’m not proud of but I normally don’t go around hurting innocent people. I’m in between. Not quite good, not quite bad either.”