Villains - Lady Chlorofoot bio

Info and Bio

Name: Lady Chlorofoot
Real Name: Shanna Culhane, PhD
Identity: SECRET
Age: 28
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 130
Hair: Light Brown
Eyes: Blue

Occupation: Former Researcher/Professor King’s College, London now professional criminal.

Origins

Dr. Shanna Culhane grew up on the streets of Derry, Ireland. She was orphaned by the intense fighting between the IRA and the Loyalists, the Protestants and the Catholics, it really didn’t matter. The blood feud between the parties was so old almost no one was alive from when it started. The conflict now was mostly about revenge and paying back blood for blood. Shanna joined a cell of the IRA at the age of 13. After being orphaned by the “cause”, she too sought revenge against whoever was responsible for her parents’ death.

After 7 years of fighting and bloodshed, she wanted out. She had been offered a chance to get an education by an old English couple she had saved from a bomb attack by her cell. At the last minute, she saw pictures on the mantle of their home of children and grandchildren. She thought about her own parents and those who callously blew them to pieces because of an old rivalry decades old. She rushed the old couple out of the house before it exploded.

The family of the elderly couple was so grateful that they offered Shanna a chance to get out of Ireland and a scholarship to any school she wanted. She was overjoyed at the chance to start over. There was only one problem, her husband. She and Seamus had married when she was 18, only two years earlier. When she told him, he was livid. He threatened to divorce her and leave her in disgrace. She begged him to come with her, but he wouldn’t hear of it. Although she still loved him, she took her leave and never looked back.

Eight years later, Shanna had completed her Doctorate degree in Pharmacology and was teaching at King’s College, London in the School of Biomedical & Health Sciences. Her research into the intricacies of anesthesia and how to decrease the patient’s resistance to it without increasing the risk to the patient, had gained her some notoriety and she was well on her way to receiving her first major research grant.

Shanna was busy working in the lab one evening when her assistant, Ian said, “Dr. Culhane! I’m leaving now, is there anything else you need before I go?” “No Ian, just remember to lock the door on yer way out! Thanks and Good Night to ya!” “You too, Doctor! Don’t work too hard, OK? You’ll make the rest of us look bad!” said Ian as he left. “You lot don’t me help for that, boyo!” Shanna replied laughing. A short while later, Shanna was working on a delicate experiment, when suddenly a rough male Irish voice from behind her said, “Just look at ya! 28 years old and still got that same sexy arse I fell in love with!” Shanna dropped the test tube in her hand and whirled around. It was Seamus Culhane.

“Well, Seamus Culhane as I live and breathe!” she remarked, “What the divil are ya doing here? Still breakin’ and enterin’ I see!” “Ach! You should git a real lock for that door, me love.” Seamus replied, “If you want to keep the undesirables out, that is!” “You still haven’t answered me first question, me darlin’.” she said, “Why are ya here, Seamus?” “Oh I see! So a man’s gotta have a reason to visit his own wife, now does he?” Seamus replied. “When that man divorces her, tells her he never wants to see her again and hasn’t contacted her for 8 years, YES, I would think so! Wouldn’t you??” Shanna yelled.

“Well darlin’, when ya put it like that…” replied Seamus. “What other way can ya say it, man?” Shanna asked, “I’d really like to know!” “Alright, so I over-reacted!” said Seamus, “That doesn’t mean you had to stop lovin’ me, did it?” “Seamus,” she said, with a throb in her voice, “I never, never stopped lovin' you, ya big oaf! T’was you I thought stopped doin’ the lovin’ when ya threw me out in the streets a’ Derry in the middle of the night!” “You were leavin’ me, Shanna!” he said angrily, “Was I supposed ta be happy about that? Saying, ‘Here me darlin’ let carry yer bags to the airport so I’ll never see you again’?”

“No ya stupid ape!” she answered, “But at least ya coulda been happy I was gettin’ out of the terrorism you call patriotism!” she shouted, “I was tired of leavin’ children orphans, like me, tired of killin’ innocent women, children and old folks just to settle a score that’s decades, nigh unto a century old! It’s not even about politics anymore, it’s about vengeance, not safety or rights or anything like that, Seamus! Revenge is all that’s fuelin’ the cause now!”

“What about yer own Ma and Da?” Seamus asked, “Don’t ya want to find the one responsible for their deaths anymore?” “No Seamus, not anymore!” Shanna confessed, “Don’t get me wrong, I love them and I miss them terribly, every day of me life, but I’ll not about to spill another drop of blood for them! They wouldn’t want that for me and I know they’d be proud of what I’ve been able to accomplish since I left home.” “On that at least, we can agree, because I’m proud of ya, darlin’, so very proud!” Seamus admitted. “Do ya really mean that, Seamus?” she asked. “Aye, that I do, Shanna!” he answered.

Shanna walked over to him and they embraced. She looked up into his eyes and then kissed him. He kissed back and they kept it up for 3 solid minutes. “Alright Seamus, now tell me, what are ya here for and don’t hand me that malarkey about being here to see me, because I’m not buying it!” Shanna said walking away from him, “So start talkin’ or start walkin’, Seamus!” “OK, OK, Shanna!” he said, “I need your expertise with medicine, particularly medical supplies, me darlin’.” “For the cause, I take it?” she asked knowingly. “Yes, and for the men, women and children in Derry and in Londonderry who are in desperate need!” Seamus said.

“Aren’t the relief efforts enough?” she asked. “Some Loyalist extremists have been destroying the relief convoys before they can get to us!” he replied. Shanna laughed loudly. “This is not funny, Shanna!” said Seamus, “These people are dying! How can you laugh at this?” "Because me dearest love,” she answered, “They’re using your own tactics against ya and now you cry foul! Besides, what can I do? I’m just a college professor and not even a full one at that! I’m sorry ya came all this way for nothin’, but I can’t and I won’t help ya!” Shanna expected him to fly into a rage, but he didn’t. Instead he asked if she had eaten and invited her to dinner in Piccadilly. Since it was a public place, she accepted.

The doctor and the terrorist had a lovely dinner and Seamus invited her to his room for a nightcap. At first she refused, but then he kissed her again and she went along. As Seamus poured the 25 year old Irish whisky, he slipped something into it without her seeing him. After she drank it, she felt unwell so she went to the bathroom. Then she collapsed. When she awoke, she was at home wondering what happened. She saw a note on her pillow, accompanied by a single red rose. The note said, “Thanks for a lovely evening. Love, Seamus.”

2 weeks later Shanna arrived at King’s College to teach her Tuesday afternoon classes and two men from the SAS were waiting for her. They took her to a secluded building and asked her over and over again about Seamus and his whereabouts. She told them that before that night 2 weeks ago, she hadn’t seen him in 8 years and wanted no part of what he was doing. They then showed her photos of herself and Seamus in a warehouse full of pharmaceutical supplies, supplies that had been ordered with her signature. Shanna denied all knowledge of this affair, but she was not believed.

In the ensuing court battle that followed, it was discovered that the night Seamus drugged her; he’d taken her, while she was under the influence of the drug, to a local pharmaceutical firm that knew her as a researcher and knew of her license to purchase large quantities of drugs for experimental purposes. The drugs that she purchased were those that could be used to create methamphetamines with a tremendous street value. Shanna was acquitted of all charges, but the scandal was too much for the Board of Regents of King’s College. They fired Shanna and she couldn’t get another teaching or research position anywhere in the UK.

In a matter of months, Shanna was destitute and living in a shelter. Even though she had been cleared of all charges, many Londoners treated her with disdain and would not help her. Eventually, she turned to her benefactors that helped her get started on the road to knowledge. They did give her a little assistance; just enough to get to the U.S. to try to start again. Shanna tried every job she could find. It would last for a while, but then somebody would recognize her or start digging into her past and she’d be fired, on the lookout for another job. The strain was too much for her and she ended up suffering from a severe clinical depression.

The mental healthcare system of Capitol City lost her in the shuffle and she wound up committed to an institution pumped full of drugs. The constant influx of anti-depressant drugs like duloxetine, began to cause mind altering results. Shanna’s mind became unstable and focused only on vengeance and money. The mania caused an aberration in her psyche and all that was left of Shanna Culhane’s inhibitions were gone. Shanna started making observations as to where the drugs were kept and then made advances toward the orderly in charge of the pharmaceutical distribution. One night as they were about to have their nightly rendezvous, Shanna wrapped her thighs around his neck. As she strangled him, she was just going to knock him out, but then she thought about how roughly he made love to her and how callous and uncaring he was to her. She shrugged and snapped his neck like a dry twig. Her infiltration training in the IRA made this task very simple.

She took his keys and stole out into the darkened hallway toward the nurses’ station. Shanna waited until one of them went away to check the patient’s rooms and attacked the other, applying a sleeper hold, rendering her unconscious. Behind the desk, in an anteroom, she found what she had been seeking, the pharmaceutical cabinet. Using the dead orderly’s keys, she opened it and packed the entire cabinet into a canvas backpack. She shed her open back patient’s gown and took the unconscious nurse’s clothing. She slid on the young girl’s shiny tan pantyhose and it felt strangely more erotic than it ever had before. She then put on her bra and panties, but stopped there. She looked in the full length mirror outside the anteroom on the back of the door. She turned from side to side admiring herself.

“Seamus was right, I do have a nice arse!” she thought, looking at her round, firm derriere. Suddenly, she heard the other larger nurse coming behind the desk. She would be discovered in moments. She took one of small bottles of the backpack, it was chloroform. She quickly looked around for a cloth, but couldn’t even find any paper towel! She smiled and then poured a good amount of the clear anesthetic liquid on the sole of her shiny nylon covered foot and waited.

The heavy-set nurse finally came into the anteroom looking for the other nurse. Shanna was standing on a small table behind the door. As she entered, Shanna tapped her on the shoulder. She turned and Shanna clamped her chloro-soaked sole of her right foot over her nose and mouth and hooked her left foot around the back of her head. Shanna laughed and said “Gotcha!” The woman struggled violently, but was overcome by the chloroform’s sickly sweet fumes and the strength of Shanna’s sleekly muscled legs. “That was fun! I’ve got to use me chloroformed foot more often!” Shanna said, “Hmmm, no make that Chlorofoot! Yes I like that! I’ll have them callin’ me Lady Chlorofoot before too long! They called me a drug dealer and a terrorist, so exactly what I’ll be! I’ll be rich, powerful and deadly! I’m comin’ for ya, Seamus, me darlin’! I’ve got somethin’ very special in mind for you, somethin’ very special indeed!”



Powers

Lady Chlorofoot is an expert is the formulation of pharmaceutical offensive and defensive methods. She can throw together a lethal (or non-lethal) weapon in seconds from just about any set of chemicals she can lay her hands on. She is also a very capable hand-to-hand combatant after 7 years of training and experience with the IRA. They taught her methods of infiltration that cause he to blend in virtually anywhere. She also learned guerilla warfare and terrorist tactics while in the ranks of the Irish Republican Army cells and she can wield virtually any firearm with expert proficiency.

Lady Chlorofoot has systematically begun to eliminate her competition for the drug trade in Capitol City and has captured the lion’s share of the market. A few of her competitors have challenged her only to have their entire operation to cease to exist nearly overnight. The types of recreational drugs created by her genius have turned the drug world on its ear. “The Golden Lady”, as she is called on the street, is clearly in control of over 80% of the drug trade in Capitol City, a fact that even “The Dandy Don” seems to respect.

Lady Chlorofoot depends on the effectiveness of her creative concoctions to hold a superior position over her victims. The costume she has chosen to wear is not just for the purpose of style or seduction, but deadly purpose.

o Headdress Mask: Lady Chlorofoot’s mask has a two fold use: One, identity concealment; Two, Lady Chlorofoot hides a number of small throwable perfectly balanced mini-darts dipped in various types of hallucinogens, paralyzing agents and hypnotic state inducing drugs. These small needles are very carefully hidden in the golden folds of her headdress mask ready at a moment’s notice to be hurled at an unwary foe.
o Wrist bands: Lady Chlorofoot’s gold plated metal wrist bands conceal another arsenal of wickedly sharp little surprises. The tiny darts that are hidden within them are propelled by compressed air fed by cartridges located in the bands themselves. The firing of the darts is accomplished by a movement of the wrist within the band. The selection of which kind of dart is projected is by a simple rotation of the band. The projectiles can be fired from the top or the bottom of the bands.
o “Golden Powder” Projector: Lady Chlorofoot’s golden bustier top has another nasty surprise built into it. With a push of a button on her golden belt or a squeeze of her breast (she prefers the squeeze) she can project what she calls her “Golden Powder” a maximum of 5-7 feet directly in front of her. The powder is an extremely fast acting special blend of Salvinorin A, Ketamine, the tiniest dash of Lysegic acid diethylaimine (LSD) and tiny flecks of gold glitter for color. Dr. Culhane playfully calls the drug “Salvation”. The combination of these 3 dangerous hallucinogenic drugs causes a variety of different reactions, all equally incapacitating or even lethal, depending on the person’s constitution.
o Hose Projection System: The system from which Lady Chlorofoot gets her infamous nom de voyage is composed of two equally ingenious parts. The first is her golden utility belt. This belt holds her extra darts for the wrist bands, additional compressed air cartridges, “Golden Powder” refills, liquid & gaseous chloroform cartridges and her own special blend of “Twilight Sleep”. The original “twilight sleep” was used during childbirth to anesthetize mothers in labor, but Dr. Culhane has created her own formulation which now produces “zombies”. These men and women are completely under the control of Lady Chlorofoot, with no memory of their former lives. The live to serve her and will carryout any command given to them by her, even if it means the sacrifice of their own lives. The other part of the system is the sleek black hose she wears on her beautiful shapely legs. The seams running down the backs of the hose are actually microtubes which feed into 5 smaller tubes which end at the balls of each of her feet. By depressing different small switches on the belt, Lady Chlorofoot can dispense liquid chloroform to soak the front sole of her foot for KO application to some poor unfortunate’s nose and mouth, shoot out a small cloud of chlorogas to someone close enough to take it in or administer “Twilight Sleep”, in gas or liquid form, to someone to, as she puts it, “zombiefy” some poor soul.