Blake's 7

Which Blake's 7 villain are you?



1. In order to be a villain, you have to have an enemy or few. Who are your enemies, and hopefully, victims?

All stupid people *deserve* to be robbed of their money. Everyone is more or less suited to fulfill my... desires.
My enemies are pathetic and weak young fools, and uppity women who don't know their place.
Anyone who resists order is my enemy. Anyone refusing to admire my frocks is an enemy of the Federation.
Blake. He's done enough harm already, now I must see him die. Preferably very slowly and painfully.
The wankers at Belhangria University, slamming my thesis on reversing the polarity of an old Walkman to produce faster-than-light transmission waves. How can they not see my genius?
Anyone resisting the Federation must be eliminated, it is for the common good. Plus, the bonuses are good.
Weak-spirited individuals lacking psychological strength and wit to compete against my superior intelligence. As long as I get my fee in advance, I am happy.
Unrepentant heathens. They need to learn the power of the true God, and KNEEL BEFORE MY MIGHT!



2. How do you go about defeating your enemies?

With cool stealth and sharp intelligence. I infiltrate my enemies' networks, gain their trust, and when they least expect it, stab them in the back.
Brute force and ignorance. Blowing lots of things up, yieee-haa! Look at those fireworks! There's nothing like the smell of charred cities in the morning.
I use my superior intelligence. I lure my victims into taking advice which may, or may not be useful to them. Oh, and I also flutter my eyelashes at them a lot. It seems to have a pleasantly baffling affect on both sexes.
SACRIFIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICE!
Cool determination and personal charm. Also, it's a well-established fact that form-fitting frocks (sans underwear) are splendid weapons of mass distraction.
I am a natural superior. I have bent technology and biology to my will, all I need to do is to wait for someone to walk into my exquisitely engineered traps.
Manly strategy, bullying women, and some good old wrestling moves. Prominent display of sweaty chest hair and matching BO.
Lots of shiny red pursuit ships. Total war. Mutoids. Crimos. Pointy sticks. Snarling. Camping it up. Anything goes.
By hacking their computers, or fiendishly manipulating their vehicles. "Jellification" is such a *nice* word, ending with a thoroughly satisfying "splat".



3. Fashion. Yup, fashion. Tell us something about your style.

Geniuses don't need style! I'm fine as I am, since I spend most of my time in the lab anyway.
Rock'n'roll. You have to wear tough clothing for a tough job, and heavy leather is the best for that. Protects you well from any stray sparks/explosions, and allows for some neat stud embroidery.
Oh, I feel best with something luxurious and sexy on. I have accumulated quite a collection of velvet and studs over the years. Although when I'm on missions I prefer the camouflage of simple, rough clothing (with artistically arranged oil stains, of course).
Fashion? Bah. Fashion is for poofs. Everyone knows women prefer *real* men, not perfumed ponces.
Black leather is always good. It enhances my slim and trim bum perfectly, plus it's wipe-clean. And sometimes even *ribbed*, for my pleasure.
Whatever my assignment requires--I need to be a true chameleon, and I pride myself on changing styles at the drop of a hat.
The Great God and my ancestors decreed what True Servants should wear, and that is what I go by. I especially like the boots.
Black is always good, but don't forget the accessories. Any outfit that combines a sexy form-fitting cut with subtly androgynous flowing flimsies is a winner. And never, ever leave the house without mascara.
Anyone in *my* position has to have a keen sense of fashion. Luxury, aesthetics and sensuality must always go before practicality.



4. The Hot Stuff. Yup, tell us something juicy about your sex life.

Sex life? I shag whoever I need to shag for work reasons. Not much fireworks there. Politicians aren't very good in bed, and it's true what they say about executives being poorly endowed.
I flirt outrageously with everyone. It gives me power over them that is unparalleled in its eroticism. A lot of the time I even end up shagging them, minions make such good sex toys.
An officer's life is rather devoid of sex, I'm afraid. Although I do have that nice photo collection of Blake moaning and groaning, the pictures arranged in an increasing order of dodginess... I find it *very* satisfying.
Wild! Loud! Screaming! Gimme that booty, baby! I'll show you a trick or two once I get us out of these clothes and rolling on a bed covered with looted credits...
Sex? Well, I suppose the priestesses are rather pretty. But my life is devoted to religion. The kick I get from singing hymns is better than any orgasm.
Ah, the love that dares not speak its name. What light and energy the prescence of a young lad can bring into an older man's life... pretty, pretty, pretty.
I have to keep my sex life in check because of my position, but I do use my charm to ruthlessly manipulate anyone in my way. And sometimes I play with fire just for fun--the sparks that fly between you and your enemy are deliciously arousing.
I have several unusual... desires. Anything goes, anyone goes. You should see the kinky contraptions I keep in the dungeons downstairs.
Wham, bam, thank you M'am. If that isn't good enough for you, then take it to the street, biaatch.



5. What's your favourite drink?

Spirits. And lots of them. When I get drunk, I get drunk *properly*.
Champagne. It always has to be champagne. It's even better if I can drink it from the Supreme Commander's stiletto shoes. Gentlemen do things in *style*.
My own rosé. Specially brewed in my own laboratory, and aged for a considerable amount of time. I've taken such a liking to it that I'm a bit wary of sharing it with the mundanes. Hence the well-locked wine cabinets. Can't have the girlfriend stumbling around pissed, shooting holes in the kitchen walls again.
The best vintages--one of the perks of my job. Stress makes me grab the soma and guzzle it down like soda, but thankfully that's not often.
Beer. A real man's drink. I would feel like a right pansy without proper beer stains on my jumpsuit. *burp*
I did brew up this interesting potion the other week, it kept me high for five days but gave me the runs and gross flatulence. The toy-boy complained. Will try again, with less sulphuric acid.
Mineral water. I cannot afford drunkenness. I have to admit I took a couple of glasses of wine before shagging that last computer geek, though. His nose (and taste in bed linen) would've frightened any sober person out of the bed.
Ritual wine. *hic* God has a good taste in claret. *hic*
Vitazade. Shaken, not stirred.



6. What do you consider to be your greatest achievement?

It's top secret, I'm afraid, but I can reveal it is the most powerful device in the universe. And it looks silly. That's all.
The total revamping (heh heh) of mutoid fashions. Now I can be surrounded by the perfect soldiers in clothes that actually *match*.
Proudly defending true masculinity in a culture watered down by all this "sensitive new guy" crap. Oh, and my body hair, especially the pelt on my the back.
My career. I'm on the top and it's where I belong.
Looting and pillaging and blowing up three cities in one day and not breaking a sweat. I am hot shit.
I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you.
My inventions. My continued good health. Developing a hairspray you could style iron bars with.
Keeping my flock under control, and the ability to look menacing while wearing a purple frock and a ponytail.
Being the most highly paid person in the Federation and alive to enjoy it. Not that hard for a man of my intelligence, but satisfying nevertheless.



7. What is your walking style like?

Mincing. Or stomping, depending on how you look at it.
Confident and sure, yet as stealthy as a cat.
When you're wearing four-inch heels, you need to develop a good balance and a steady, graceful gait. I dare anyone to do it better than me.
A lazy, sexy sway. It takes practice to sway your hips and bum like I do, I wouldn't advise you try it at home.
Strong and steady, sending the moon-dust billowing around me. I told you these boots were good.
Who cares about walking styles? I can move around the lab without breaking *too* many bottles and beakers, that's good enough for me.
Rough, tough and heavy. That's all you need to kick limp-wristed deserters and whiny women around.
Brisk, yet attractive. It depends on where I'm going.
Fast and furious, there's no time to waste when you're on the run.



8. What would you use as a pick-up line?

"Please sit down and have a drink. We have so much to discuss..."
"Want to see my etchings? I've got plenty of Rorschach tests framed above my bed, they're *quite* fascinating."
"Trust me, I know what I'm doing. Here, have a communion wafer."
"Nice boots. Want to fuck?"
"Hello. My name is --. So, what does a nerd like you do in a place like this?"
"My, you sure have nice sideburns. Want a taste of my new liquid Viagra? I brewed it myself..."
"Woman! Do you swallow?"
"You would be the perfect person/group to feed my... appetite."
"Nice gun. Want to fuck?"



9. What do you do in your spare time?

I work out, and afterwards proudly inhale the glorious scent of my underarms, for I am the very essence of Male. ROAR!
Manicure, pedicure, herbal mud bath, decorative staff-men... oh, where do I start? Life is just too short.
Read the Holy Writ. Practice bellowing sermons on the nearby mountaintop. Shouting truly does bring me closer to the Lord.
Sit on the sofa munching crisps, and bitch to my husband. Perhaps I'll go out and shag that computer geek I'm honeytrapping for the Feds at the moment.
Bully cadets--that Tarrant youngster is showing some promise. Perhaps I'll have him turned into a mutoid so he can pilot my pursuit ship. When I'm not doing that, I play handheld computer games and hang out in leather bars.
My skills have earned me a life of luxury. But when I get bored of sitting in the jacuzzi and sipping champagne, I prowl the seediest back alleys, basking in my superiority over these miserble wretches. Sometimes I even invite them home...
Play with my chemistry set. I have yet to find the magical formula to combat male pattern baldness. This should be child's play to a genius like me! *hrmpfh!*
Read Guns'n'Ammo. Polish my leathers, but that gets boring after a while. No, I really can't relax properly if there isn't some nice mayhem and destruction on the menu.
I nip to the cellar for a relaxing bath in some nice mineral fumes, bleach my hair, try to appease the girlfriend by buying her shiny new guns and hair accessories. Hope she isn't suspecting anything.


10. If you had to describe yourself with only one word, what would it be?

NYARGH!
Ugh.
Ge-he-henius!
Unique.
Master.
Babe.
Invincible.
Subtle.
ALMIGHTY!



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