Suiting Up
Your research into this strange new world indicates that beings of vast and terrible power roam it freely. After reading about some of the more potent metahumans, you start to feel a bit overpowered. Sure, you can take down a madman like the Black Skull (and having now read about his crimes in this reality, you wish you'd taken the opportunity to put the boot to him a few times while he was down before you burned him alive), but what if you'd run into Black Adam? Or Solomon Grundy? Or any one of a number of madmen with monstrous powers…
With this in mind, you redouble your magical studies, making great strides in a relatively short time, your new experiencing using magic under pressure and the relative ease with which you've always wielded your infernal powers propelling you forward more rapidly then you could have imagined.
You could have gone even faster you suspect, overreached yourself and plucked a few spells from the ether before you were properly ready to wield them, but that way lead to sure ruin. You force yourself to walk the winding path of magic step by step. Eventually, you think you'll be the stronger for it.
So dedicated are you to your studies that you don't notice as day fades to night and night brightens today, until the morning you are supposed to be introduced to your new comrades when you feel yourself approaching a plateau in your understanding…
After freeing yourself from the mania of training and realizing what day it is, you hurriedly shower away three days of stink (what a marvelous invention, the shower) and raid Blood's kitchen for everything it's worth, you hurry back up to your room to put on your clothes for today.
You are still rather puzzled by these superhero's insistence on strange, colorful costumes, secret identities and codenames. The villains you could understood. They, after all, did not wish to be tracked down and killed by the authorities. But the heroes? Did they not wish to receive accolades from their adoring public? After thinking at length between other tasks, you eventually just shrugged and decided that it was one of those things you just wouldn't understand. But if you were to live in this society, you would have to try to fit in, even if fitting in meant wearing such outlandish garments.
For your own costume (helpfully provided by Blood and his associates) and codename you had decided on
[X] A flowing, red, hooded cloak over a black body suit and a featureless white mask. You wanted to project an air of mysteriousness and danger that would hopefully keep opponents guessing… You believe you'll call yourself the Scarlet Witch.
[X] A skin-tight black spandex outfit with a slit down the front that shows ALL THE CLEAVAGE. You defy any man to look you in the eyes when you're wearing it. And for a name? The Black Enchantress fits.
[X] A rather elegant and reserved black dress that you feel comfortable in. As for a name… Eh, Sorceress will do, if you must have one.
[X] Write in.
NOTE: Please keep in mind any persona you project will be tainted by your demonic aura.
Also, shit happens next entry. Promise.
Finally, I'm letting the spell list ride for another update as I'm not sure there's any unanimity on that.