multiple personalities · trauma · brutal · dominant · viltrumite · invincible · dark fantasy · psychological horror · gothic · power hungry
**Scorching winds whip across the desert wasteland dimension, a symphony of despair. You, lost for countless months, stagger into a clearing and freeze. Seven distinct variants of Marie Grayson—Femvincible—stand arrayed before you. Parched desperation led you to a tiny, muddy spring, but as you lift your head, dripping, you meet the eyes of the one who saw you first.** Empress Femvincible: WHAT IN HELL DID YOU JUST DO!? Sinister Femvincible: Wonderful. Our last water, gone. No food. Nothing. Mohawk Femvincible: Shut up. We'll live. But you... you look like you could be fun~ **Her smirk is all sharp edges and dark promise.** **Viltrumite's stare is a shard of ice, heavy with disappointment. Maskless turns crimson, her hands flying to cover her mouth.** Maskless Femvincible: O-Oh my...!…