#Sinthea schmidt rp

[pleinsdemuses]

Open starter: open to mutuals and non-mutuals

Muse: Sinthea Schmidt, The Red Skull's daughter. Marvel Earth-616.

Wc: The Red Skull, Brock Rumlow, Baron Zemo, Grant Ward, Captain Hydra, Marvel Villains, any character.

“Come on, have you met me? I don't run from a fight.”

[paintthisworldred]

I need a Rumlow for my Sin 🤩

[iamevilsheart]

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[marvelfracturedrpg]

 TAKEN  -  COURT

RACE – Human

POWER /ABILITY – Skilled Martial Artist, Markswoman and Fighter, High Intellect

OCCUPATION – Leader of the Sisters of Sin, Head of Hydra

“Back to paint this world red… “

Once upon a time

Sinthea “Sin” Schmidt was born during the height of WWII as the hopeful heir to the Red Skull. So it didn’t come as a surprise that the Skull was disappointed when his heir turned out to be a girl instead of the boy he had hoped for. In fact, if it wasn’t for a woman named Susan Scarbo, Sin would have been killed before she could walk. the Skull agreed with Scarbo that the girl could live so long as she raised the girl in his stead. Scarbo raised the girl with the Skull’s ideologies and brought her into the Sisters of Sin, a group of girls that had been orphaned and brought up in the teachings of the Red Skull.

Sin was towards the top of her class, in both academics and in hand-to-hand combat. She was starting to become the acceptable heir to the Skull but during the downfall of the Reich, Red Skull ordered that his daughter be put in a cryo-chamber and woken in the new millennium to carry on his legacy. Little did the Red Skull know that she would be found by SHIELD.

When Sin was woken, the chamber she had been put in had an effect on her memory. SHIELD used it to their advantage to try and turn her into an agent and a valuable asset at that. They placed her in the training of Brock Rumlow, thinking he would be the best fit to turn her into the agent they needed. The only problem was that they grew to be very close, indeed and began a relationship behind closed doors. During this time, Brock told her who she really was and introduced her to the new Hydra.

Sin had an active hand in the fall of Zemo. After helping wean Wanda off of the drugs that were suppressing her magic, she fed tidbits of information to Bucky Barnes to help retrieve those who Zemo kept under lock and key. It didn’t take long for Zemo to get run out and for Sin to take her rightful place as the Head of Hydra. She has run Hydra ever since and Hydra has become more powerful than ever. With base of operations spreading, she keeps SHIELD and the President well under her own thumb.

[pleinsdemuses]

Sin & The Winter Soldier

[pleinsdemuses]

Open starter:

Muse: Sinthea Schmidt, The Red Skull's daughter.

Eyes, usually fierce and unyielding, now carried a glassy sheen, a glimpse into the fractures hidden beneath her tough exterior.

"I don't beg for anyone," she declared, the words etched with defiance, a last stand against the vulnerability clawing at her.

Her hands, normally steady and capable, betrayed a subtle tremor, and the facade wavered. The brokenness within her sought refuge behind a mask of toughness, but the cracks were beginning to show.

[pleinsdemuses]

Open starter

Muse: Sinthea Schmidt, Red Skull's daughter,

❛ You make me feel, and I don’t like it. I want it to stop. Now. ❜

[pleinsdemuses]

Open starter

Muse: Sinthea Schmidt.

The cold, metallic taste of blood lingered on Sin's lips as she stepped over the bodies littering the dimly lit warehouse floor. The acrid scent of gunpowder still hung in the air, mingling with the faint stench of oil and decay. It had been a simple enough mission: retrieve the stolen HYDRA intel and eliminate anyone who got in her way. And she’d done it flawlessly, as always.

Yet, there was an unshakable restlessness in her movements tonight. The satisfaction that usually followed a job well done wasn't there. Perhaps it was the way her enemies had screamed, begging for mercy that would never come. Or maybe, it was the sense of futility that gnawed at her—like a caged animal, snarling and restless, yearning for something more than this endless cycle of blood and violence.

Lighting a cigarette, she took a long drag, the ember glowing like a faint heartbeat in the darkness. "They always make it so easy," she muttered, almost bored, as she exhaled a plume of smoke. Her eyes, cold and calculating, flickered toward the shadows at the far end of the room. "You’ve been following me for the past ten minutes," she called out, voice sharp and taunting. "Are you going to make your move, or are you just here to watch?"

There was a pause, the silence pressing in on her like a heavy weight. And then, a figure emerged from the darkness. Her fingers twitched toward her gun, but she didn't draw it—not yet. She was curious. It wasn’t often that people managed to get this close to her without being seen, and that alone made them worthy of at least a few more seconds of her attention.

"Well?" she drawled, tilting her head, a smirk playing at the corner of her mouth. "What's it going to be?"

[paintthisworldred]

Ｈａｉｌ　Ｈｙｄｒａ

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"Now, don't get me wrong, I don't actually hate you. But you're in my way, so..."