|(o)| Favorite Villians, post your favorite ones here

[Jester]

alright, what this is, is you post your favorite villian from a movie/book/anime, whatever. and give some exapmles of him/her/it. Alright? Lets have some fun.

If you are reading the Deathstalker Saga by Simon R. Green, this post may contain spoiliers.
















Name: Valentine Wolfe
Species: Human ... sort of ... Esper as well … took the drug …
Gender: Male
Evil. *grins* He's the best villain ever! *swoons*

*Side Note: All of this was written by the great author, Simon R. Green.

Tall and darkly delicate, he is not an immediately impressive figure, but still no one jostles him or gets in his way. Everyone recognizes the mascaraed eyes and scarlet smile, as they knew all the Clan facings that mattered, and none of them had any wish to do anything that might be taken as an insult to Clan Wolfe. So Valentine walked on, his thoughts hidden behind the painted mask of his face, his eyes dark and far away. He never bothered with bodyguards. Some said though pride, some said though arrogance, but if truth be told, Valentine simply preferred the company of his own thoughts whenever possible and found guards a distraction. - Deathstalker

"Esper scum," said Vicar James Kassar. "Saved us the trouble of executing him. Pyrokinetic, obviously, but how did he get in here? I was assured this ballroom was protected by esp-blockers."
"So, it is," said Valentine, stepping forward. "I am not entirely certain what has happened, but as senior Wolfe present, I can assure you that my security people are investigating the breach even as we speak."
"That's not good enough, Wolfe," snapped Kassar, studying Valentine with undisguised contempt and disgust. "Whether he teleported in or was smuggled in, he must have had inside help. Which means that you have a traitor here, Wolfe. I'll detail a company of my men to help find him. They've had a lot of experience in finding traitors."
"Thank you," said Valentine, "but that won't be necessary. My people are quiet capable of doing all that's necessary without disturbing my guests."
It took the wide-eyed guests a moment to realize that Valentine had just refused the Vicar permission to bring his hard men in. This wasn't exactly unknown, but it was pretty damn rare. You upset the church at peril of your soul and you body, these days. And James Kassar in particular wasn't used to being defied. His face reddened, and he stepped forward to glare right into Valentine's mascaraed eyes.
"Don't cross me, boy! I shed no tears for one more dead esper, but I have no tolerance for traitors, no mater where they may be found. And high station is no protection against the will of the Lord."
"How very reassuring," said Valentine, and then said nothing more. The moment lengthened and the tension grew. The Vicar scowled at Valentine.
"You look like a degenerate. Wipe that paint off your face."
Everyone stared the two men, breathless in the spectacle of two legendary wills clashing. And then Valentine took one more step forward, so that his face was right before Kassar's. His crimson smile widened, and his dark eyes didn't waver at all.
"Lick it off." - Deathstalker

Valentine sank elegantly into a chair and fixed his father with a condescending gaze. "You're not thinking about putting me though detox again, Father, surely? You must know by now that my system will never be normal again, after all the wonderful things I've done to it. You'd have better luck trying to change my height than my blood chemistry."
"No," said the Wolfe, smiling unpleasantly, "I've given up trying to change you, Valentine. I thought I'd let someone else have a try. I've decided it's time you got married. All of you." He beamed round at his three children, who looked back with varying degrees of shock. The Wolfe's smile deepened. "To that end, I have arranged marriages for you all to suitable young matches of good Family backgrounds."
There was a long pause while nobody said anything. Jacob was enjoying himself, Valentine was looking thoughtful, and Stephanie and Daniel were looking desperately at each other for ideas and support. The Wolfe sat down in his usual chair, taking his time to make himself comfortable. Constance came back and sat beside him, still smiling sweetly. Jacob patted her fondly on the arm.
"Your new mother and I have been discussing this. It's time I had a few grandchildren to bounce on my kneed, young sprouts to carry on the bloodline. I waited till late in life to sire you three, and I won't have you making the same mistake. You're getting married. Whether you like it or not."
"Do I understand you have already picked our partners for us?" said Valentine slowly.
"Damn right I have. Leave you to sort it out and you'd make a right mess of it. I've chosen prime young fillies for you and Daniel, and a strapping young blade for you, Steph. Goo bloodlines, excellent stock. You'll meet them at the Imperial Ball tonight and be married next month."
"Next month?" howled Daniel. Stephanie didn't think she'd ever see his eyes bulge quiet so much, but for once she was helpless to support him. She was too busy trying to get over her own whirling thoughts under control.
"Yes. Next month." Jacob wasn't even trying to hid his satisfaction. "If I gave you three any more time, you'd undoubtedly find a way to wriggle out of it. So the marriages will go ahead just as soon as proprieties have been observed."
"I'll see you damned in hell first, Daddy," said Stephanie. She wouldn't have believed her voice could hold such ice, such venom. Daniel nodded vigorously at her side.
"You can argue all you like," said the Wolfe. "It won't do you any good. You could, of course, refuse to go thought with the ceremony, in which case I would have no option but to disinherit you and have you thrown out of the Clan. Think about that for a moment, dear children. Could you exist outside the protection of Family? No money, no station, no future? Having to work for a living? What jobs could you do No, you've been cosseted and pampered too long to survive in the real world. Any last comments before we pass on to the next order of business?"
He looked from one face to another, on eyebrow raised politely. Daniel was trying to find his voice, while looking like someone had just kicked him in the gut. Stephanie was scowling furiously, thinking hard. Valentine smiled suddenly.
"If it's to be a Church weeding, can I wear a veil? I look good in white." - Deathstalker

Finlay decided he'd better find someone to talk to before someone really boring settled on him, and the Wolfes looked as interesting as any. Besides, Valentine intrigued him. They'd both attended the same school at the same time, but that was pretty much all they had in common, then and now. As far as Finlay could remember, Valentine had been a normal enough child, with no hint of warning of what he was to become. But then, that was probably true of him too. He strode casually over to the Wolfes, as though he just happened to be drifting in their direction, nodding and smiling to hose he passed, every movement the epitome of grace. It wasn't difficult. On of the first things he'd learned in the Arena was how to control his every movement. He noted the admiring glances as he passed and felt only the satisfaction of a good disguise. He was the height of fashion: a brilliant mirror in which people saw only what they expected to see.
He stopped before Valentine and bowed with a flourish. The Wolfe heir nodded courteously in return, the heavy black eye makeup and scarlet mouth standing out starkly against his pale skin. That particular look hadn't been fashionable in years, but having found something that appealed to his inner nature, Valentine was apparently loath to change it. Finlay wondered with a sudden flash of insight whether the painted face might be as much as a mask as the one he wore. And if so, what other, stranger, Valentine might lie behind it. A disturbing thought. Whatever lay behind the mask, it would have to be pretty damned strange to outdo his everyday persona. Finlay smiled dazzlingly.
"You're looking very yourself, Valentine. I must say, I'm always surprised to see you actually up and about these days. Of course, if you were taking half the things you're supposed to be taking, I'd expect you to be wheeled in on a stretcher with a drip in your arm and tubes up your nose."
"I try to maintain a careful balance between my inner and outer worlds," said Valentine easily. "I see my condition as a continuing work of art, with drugs the colors of my palette. And every work of art must be seen by and audience to be truly appreciated. Not that most people understand or appreciate the effort and hard work involved in an ongoing performance."
"I do understand," said Finlay. "N one appreciates the sheer effort involved in being at the cutting edge of fashion. But you seem to be thriving on the pressure, Valentine. Perhaps you could give me the name of your chemist."
Valentine studied him silently for a moment, his face entirely expressionless, and Finlay wondered what he'd said. Something had thrown the Wolfe heir off balance, Finlay decided to change the subject, whatever it was, rather than have it pursuer some end he wasn't sure he wanted to reach.
"I understand your wedding is scheduled to take place soon, Valentine. Any help I can offer, having been thought the ghastly business myself?"
"Why thank you, Finlay, but I think I have everything under control. The flowers have been ordered, the bridesmaids chosen, and I have designed a rather special fruit punch for the occasion that should open a few eyes. I myself shall be wearing white, with a veil, and perhaps just a dash of belladonna for scent. I've taken care to inform my intended of this, so that our outfits won't clash."
"I'm sure she was very appreciative of that," said Finlay dryly.
"The last I'd heard," said Valentine, "she was offering quite a handsome reward for anyone willing to assassinate me, and if that doesn't work out, I understand she has professed a complete willingness and determination to do the job herself with whatever weapons happen to be at hand on the wedding day. She's currently trying to stir up a vendetta between her Family and mine, but since her parents helped arrange the match in the first place, due to the rather large dowry that comes with me, she's not getting very far."
"She wounds very … resolute."
"Oh, yes. I do so admire a woman with spirit."
"You must introduce me to her, Valentine. Someday."
"No sooner said than done. Here comes the lady now. Doesn't she look splendid?"
Finlay looked round sharply. A tall gangling woman in her late twenties was advancing on them, wearing a bright scarlet gown with gold and silver trimmings to show off her perfect pale skin and naturally red hair. Finlay had to wonder if perhaps the fashion for fluorescent skin and metallic zed hair was over. Things changed so fast nowadays. The young lady slowed to a halt before him and Valentine, quivering with suppressed emotion, her eyebrows sunk in a truly ferocious scowl. Her mouth was an angry straight line that spoke of barely controlled rage. Finlay found his hand had dropped automatically to the sword on his hip. His instincts knew a genuine threat when they saw one. He bowed politely, and she shot him a look of undisguised venom. Finlay felt a sudden urge to check how far he was from the nearest exit. She had the look of someone who threw things. Heavy things. Valentine seemed entirely unperturbed and smiled courteously.
"Finlay Campbell, may I present Beatrice Cristiana, soon to be my bride."
"Eat shit and die, clown," said Beatrice. "And you can put that hand away because I have absolutely no intention of shaking it. I'd rather French kiss a leper than touch any part of you. With all the drugs boiling though what's left of your system, even your sweat's probably addictive. I received your last communication; I think the veil is an excellent idea. May I also suggest a muzzle and a chastity belt, because you're not getting anywhere near me. I personally will be wearing a decontamination suit and carrying an electric cattle prod instead of a bouquet."
"I really must introduce you to my wife," said Finlay.
"Isn't she wonderful?" said Valentine happily. "I do like a woman with spunk. We were made for each other, Beatrice. Just think what our children will be like."
"You have a better chance of wining the Church's annual Sobriety and Good Citizenship award than you have of fathering a child on me, Valentine. I do not believe in laboratory fertilizations, and if you ever bring your disgusting parts anywhere near me, I will cram them into a blender. This is a political marriage only, Valentine. And now, if you'll excuse me, I’m going to go and find something really fragile and expensive that I can throw at the wall." She shot a brief glance at Finlay. "Do you have any idea what you look like? And I'd wipe that expression off your face, Finlay Campbell, if I were you, or the wind might change and you'll be stuck that way."
And she stomped off, disappearing back into the crowd, which kept trying to get out of her way, but just weren't fast enough on their feet. Finlay realized he was holding his breath and let it out with a long sigh. He looked at Valentine, entirely lost for words, but the Wolfe heir seemed unperturbed. He flicked and invisible fleck of dust from his cuff and smiled at Finlay.
"She'll come to appreciate my little ways. Eventually." - Deathstalker
*Side Note: Beatrice doesn't marry Valentine. She joins a convent and becomes a nun instead.

Valentine Wolfe had been denounced so many times for all kinds of heresy that the Church lost count, including some that previously had thought to by only theoretically possible, but the charged never stuck. No one doubted that he was an utter degenerate, with a drug habit strong enough to have killed half a dozen normal men, but as head of the Empire's first Family, incredibly rich and powerful, with the Empress's ear and support, he was for all practical purposes completely untouchable. Some wits made remarks about barge poles, but never when Valentine was around. Kassar still hadn't given up on him, for the time being they settled for conspicuously ignoring each other. The courtiers watched avidly. Everyone knew the situation couldn't go on forever. It was just a question of which one made a misstep first; and then there'd be blood and hair on the wall.
People had been laying bets for months.
Valentine Wolfe stood a little alone in the heart of the crowd, as he always did. He was the head of the first Family on Golgotha, his every word a command for thousands of people, but he had no friends, or anyone who could say they were close to him. Valentine didn't give a damn. he never had. He'd always found himself infinitely better company than only of those who surrounded him. And given his continuing experimentation with every drug under the sun, and a few that grew only in darkness, his inner world was more than enough to occupy him on in his quiet moments.
Valentine was tall and slender and darkly delicate, like a fairy-tale demon prince, on more unreal. His face was long and thin and dyed a perfect white. Heavy mascara surrounded his over bright eyes, and a thickly painted crimson smile gave his face its only expression. Jet-black hair fell to his shoulders in thick curls and ringlets that had never known a comb. He wore dark clothes with the occasional slash of color, red for preference, and ignored the passing dictates of fashion with supreme indifference. In his time, he'd used very drug known to man and kept his private staff of chemists busy on coming up with new ones. It was truly said he'd never met a chemical he didn't like. Anyone else who tried to ingest the quantity and variety of drugs Valentine had would undoubtedly have been poisoned a dozen times over, his brains helplessly scrambled; but by some dark alchemical miracle, Valentine thrived and prospered. And if he saw the rest of the world rather differently than most people and had the occasional animated discussion with people who weren't there, still, it didn't seem to be slowing him down any. He remained sharp, ambitious, and extremely dangerous. - Deathstalker Rebellion

Lord Valentine Wolfe, in all his morbid glory. He was topped by a long black cloak with a scarlet interior. His long thin face was white as bone, save for the heavily mascarraed eyes and his wide crimson smile. A made of jet black hair fell to his shoulders, with heavily oiled and scented ringlets. He carried a long-stemmed rose in one hand, its petals a deep purple, almost fleshy. The stem had vicious thorns... - Deathstalker War

"Don't look at me," said Valentine, "I know a lost cause when I see one. I could fight for you, I suppose. I have drugs for that. But I really don't see the point. The rebellion's time has come. It would seem I jumped the ship from the underground a little too early. So, I will withdraw to the sidelines and offer my services to whoever comes out on tope. People like me are always useful."
"You're not fighting because you're afraid your makeup would get smudged." Said Hazel.
Valentine smiled. "That too." - Deathstalker War

Valentine Wolfe sat in a chair far to large for him, on long leg slung over an arm of the chair, his other foot up on the table. Dressed as always in all black, his pale white face surrounded by long dark ringlets of oiled and scented hair, his mouth a scarlet slash, and his eyes heavy with mascara, he looked the very picture of the utter villain he strove to be. And the drugs, the glorious drugs, ran riot in his system as they always did. It had been truly said of Valentine that he'd never met a chemical he didn't like, and if you could smoke it, swallow, it, inject it, or stick it where the sun doesn't shin, Valentine was right there at the front of the line, ready to give it a try. He saw his chemically enhanced mind as an ongoing work of art, and was constantly striving to perfect it. The ultimate high was till out there somewhere, and Valentine pursued it tirelessly. - Deathstalker Honor

*Side Note: This next one features Midnight and Bonnie, they are from alternate dimensions.
"Drugs are the bane of the warrior," said Midnight stiffly. "True strengths comes from the spirit."
"Whatever gets you thought the dark, darling."
"Was that … blood?" said Hazel.
"Hell, no. I've moved way beyond that. Owen showed me the way. My Owen. He was never afraid to try anything new. Anything that might give him an edge. Between us we've tried practically every battle drug going, and every chemical that might help us expand our Maze-boosted minds. There's nothing like expanding your personal universe and clearing out the cluttered parts of your brain. I've illuminated parts of my mind that most people don't even know they've got. If you listen carefully, some days you can hear my synapses frying. It was the Maze that started it. The biggest rush of all. Never found anything to equal it. But I keep looking. Drugs, battle, and little private sex and suffering; it's all a rush."
"You sound just like Valentine Wolfe," said Hazel.
"The Emperor?" said Bonnie. "My hero." - Deathstalker Honor

Daniel Sat up slowly in his bed, staring into the bright mascaraed eyes of his older brother, Valentine.
He was sitting, or rather perching, on the end of Daniel's bed, hugging his knees to his chest, his pale face and dark ringletted hair tilted a little to one side as he regarded his brother with fever bright eyes. Dressed all in black, as always, he seemed like a giant crow or raven; a bird of ill omen. His scarlet mouth moved from a wide smile to mock disappointed pout as he studied his brother.
"How the hell did you get in here?" said Daniel, anger for the moment pushing aside his weaker feelings. "How did you get past security, and break in here without me noticing?"
"No one sees me anymore, unless I want them to," said Valentine easily. "I took the esper drug, you see, and now I cloud the thoughts of mortal men as I walk unseen amongst them." - Deathstalker Destiny

[Alamear]

Cool! ^_^ ... I'll post mine later ... 5:30 am here ... and i need to think of a villan that comes up to, or maybe even close to Valintine ... and not ony because you covered nearly every aspect :P

[Jester]

*laughs* Yeah, I love Valentine!
but that's no secret

[Alamear]

I think Alexander was an awesome villan... in the graphic noval "Watchmen" ... great story line ... might say more latter, a little pressed for time ATM .. ;)

I have thougth of a few others, but it would ruin it if i told you about them, so ... shhh ;)