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Fan fiction by SilverWings13 posted over a year ago
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The trip there ended up taking three days. Three days of traveling along currents in an intangible body. It was like swimming, but actually being a part of the thriving ocean water. It was so natural and riveting that when the city came into view, the demi-spirit was almost disappointed to be reaching his destination.
The underwater Capital looked different from what the young man had expected. He had thought it would hold the same enchanting allure as the mystical Atlantis his mother had told him so many stories about. But this was not the same city. There were the magnificent buildings of soaring columns and arching domes, all of which seemed to have grown naturally from the coral. Except the great underwater city, the início of the heroic Aquaman and Black Manta menace was particularly special for one thing: magic.
The city that Nereus was approaching held no hint of the mystical power. It was emitting something mais solemn, but held tangible puissance. The intimidating essence almost made the spirit-human-hybrid turn back. Almost. He pressed on until he reached the city gates. There was no impenetrable forcefield like that of Atlantis. However, as he swam through the...
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Fan fiction by SilverWings13 posted over a year ago
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"A few months after Whisper and I started our studies together, 2 new individuals were introduced to the group. Subjects 105 and 106. No one took a segundo look at them, not until they made themselves know. Castor and Duke were both from the outside world. They had been brought to our prison together and forced por my father to work as partners. The only reason they cooperated was because he told them what was to happen with Whisper, me, and the rest of the children. They were supposed to be our knights. As a pair, they were impossibly strong. Too erratic and fierce to be leaders as Whisper and I were, but a good pair all the same.
"Castor eventually decided to break the rules given to her with the plan. She told us it. Told us that Whisper and I were meant to lead our army as his amy. My father was a brilliant man. He found out and wanted Cas executed for breaking his rules and risking everything he had worked for the last twenty years. He also realized that Whisper and I, along with the others who we had told, including Duke, would not allow her to be harmed. So he moved his plans up.” Once again his voice changed. It gained sobriety.
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Fan fiction by Robin_Love posted over a year ago
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The sudden sound of gunfire wasn't unexpected or surprising, but startling still. So much so, limbs wouldn't listen to the brain screaming at them to move. She had expected to feel pain; but from the bullet and not from being tackled out of the way. The weight and the male on her were strangers and she practically threw him off. She moved to take out her opponent, but he was quicker and a nicely thrown pair of link cuffs (though she never would admit that) were a success. As soon as the hand cuffs locked, they sent a powerful surge of electricity through the body, that promptly dropped to the floor.
“What the heck?!”
“Don't worry; he'll be fine. It just sends enough to knock 'em out.”
“Not THAT!!!”
“Oh I'm sorry. I really should have let that bullet hit you.”
His voice oozed sarcasm, and she wanted to take the billy club from his waist and pound him with it.
“I didn't need your help.”
“Yes, you were CLEARLY dodging that bullet!”
“I'm not a damsel in distress! You didn't need to save me!”
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Article by GlitterPuff posted over a year ago
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Name: Azelia guindaste (goes por Dark Mistress or Miss Crane)

Gender: Female

Species: Dark Angel

Age: Unknown, but looks about 18-21

Sexuality: Omnisexual

Hair: Long wavy curly brown, usually worn down with a braid somewhere

Eyes: dark brown, like árvore bark

Skin Tone: Slightly tanned, but not enough to say she is

Height: About 5 foot 6

Other: Small purple flor tattoo a bit under her right breast, first piercing and cartilage

Personality: Kind-of a bitch, is very mean to people who get in her way; but she can be nice when she wants to be.

Civvies: Anything black, from camisa and shorts to nice dresses; but she kinda dresses like a whore most of the time

Uniform: Black gloves that go past her wrists, black bra topo, início with straps coming down her shoulders, black leggings that cover her feet
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Fan fiction by SilverWings13 posted over a year ago
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I wrote this a while ago, figured you guys may (or may not) like to read it. I wrote it as Alek speaking to Tara. Voici!

"We left for freedom. For her freedom. "
"Whisper's?"
"Noëlle's, Whisper's daughter,” he corrected.
The one being told the story was taken aback, "You left because..."
"Whisper was pregnant,” he confirmed in the sort of tone a story teller held when about to relay a very long, very true story, "It was the plan. The entire plan.
“I was raised on knowledge. My father created me so that he could have full responsibility over my upbringing. He made sure that my trials and tests.. didn't kill me. Any damage done to me was repaired with miraculous medicines and serums that were compatible only because of my genome.
“He supplied me with knowledge, books por the greatest writers, mathematicians, astrologists. While the other kids were on breaks between sessions, playing in the fenced courtyard, I was studying. Remember Dr. Cage, the one that had the medicine to heal Nic? My father smuggled me out when he could and brought me to Cage’s manor. There, I learned fencing, horseback riding, archery, etiquette....
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Fan fiction by DiscordYJ posted over a year ago
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Name: Icarus Ciro (Cy-roe)

Class: He doesn't fight for good nor evil.

Race: Caucasian

Species: Angel

Age: "Eighteen"

Hair: Black

Eyes: Pale, pale, pale blue...almost white.

Relations: None.

Costume: A beautiful white toga~ (forbidden under certain circumstances)

Civvies: Usually a white T-shirt with a black hoodie and jeans, along with converse.

Weapon Choice: A sword that shines like gold and a shield that is as strong as adamantium

Personality: He's quiet, curious, shy and untrusting. He's straight to the point and honest, usually telling people how it is and his opinions on them--if they're willing to get close enough.

Skills and Powers:
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Article by GlitterPuff posted over a year ago
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WARNING: This is a bit gory and really, really sad. Just FYI...

    Everywhere she went, he followed her. I'm not following you, he'd say, we're just going to the same place. She knew why he wouldn't leave her alone. He wouldn't let her do it. And he promised that if he was with her, he would stop her. It really ticked her off. It was her own choice, not his. He just didn't agree with it. But none of it mattered. She was going to do it. Tonight. And he wouldn't be able to stop her.

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    "Where are you going?"

    "Somewhere."

    "Cool! That's where I'm going too!" The purple eyed girl sighed and continued walking down the street, the boy attached to her por the hip. He had a happy smile on his face as they walked, his white hair bouncing from his step. It almost made the girl feel bad for going. Almost though. She had already decided it was tonight. They stopped at a light, waiting for the flashing red hand to turn green and allow them to go."
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Fan fiction by Robin_Love posted over a year ago
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In this life, in my past ones, I've been called many names. My name becomes a mockery to others who don't know my powers. Despite the form I now am, I remember everything from my past; still feel pain from wounds long atrás healed. Some call it destiny, other fate, but it's just life. I've passed from one life to the seguinte without so much as minutos passing by. I've died many times, some por my own hands. Yet it seems this is my curse, my burden to carry. I have lost all close to me only to have new ones be taken por death. I'm a devil, a monster, a necromancer. I deserve nothing. Because of me, many important people in history and many others died. I've even killed those I knew. To live and relive is no joke nor is it anything but lonely. No matter the good you do, the power you cause, no one can bare it with you for long. This curse, this vile possession I alone carry, keeps everyone away. Those Valente enough to try and get close are killed for their ignorance. For none can get close to darkness without fear. And fear has the power to kill. People say amor is the strongest force in the world; I used to believe that. Yet I have seen amor and watched it fade due to fear and erased by...
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Fan fiction by XxKFforeverXx posted over a year ago
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guindaste sat seguinte a elderly woman, his legs crossed as he listened to her talk. The male chuckled and shook his head, sighing softly as he leaned back in the assento he was in. "Times have really changed.." He said softly and looked out the window of the nursing home. "That they have.. Such a shame you weren't around to face that change. Everything was thrown at you once, wasn't it?" She asked, pulling up the covers a bit more.
"In a way it was.." He said and chuckled again, shrugging. "I'm slowly staring to cope, I've been struggling a bit though..going from the forties to the twenty-first century is a bit much for me." guindaste said, slowly rising from the seat. "Harver.." She said and guindaste stopped in his trackers on his way to the window.
"I haven't heard that name in a while.."
"That's because you won't let people in.. You have to trust them." She whispered and guindaste tensed.
"I try.." He muttered and leaned against the window-sill. "I can't even trust myself, what if I-"
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Guide by Robin_Love posted over a year ago
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Arcineh
Name:Arcineh Wiltsey
Alias: River
Powers: Water-bender; technology; brain power of a computer; combat
Occupation: Agent of the Watchtower; currently in training
Weakness/Limits: Too much heat without water; multiple blows to the head
History: Arcineh is Armenian but she looks like she's a normal Caucasian girl. Her mother was Armenian, he father Latin-American. When she was 10, her mother died of cancer. Her father was devastated, but put everything he had into caring for her. They moved away from the painful memories and started a new life. Because of her brain, she graduated from a universidade at the age of 15 (she had already been taking advanced classes). As a scientist, her passion was to help others in the fight against cancer. She was also a motivational speaker for those who already had lost a parent. Because of her progressive work and her age, she was approached por estrela Labs aka Cadmus. When she refused the position they offered because it wasn't in line with her goal, she became a target. Ultimately, batman stepped in and gave her a place in the torre de vigia where she would be out of harm's way. He also...
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Fan fiction by Mclovin_69 posted over a year ago
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"Everyone has that one thing that they wish they'd done, sure it may be different than others but it still hurts just the same."

The venom of his words recollected in his brain, but somehow it seemed as if he turned his fear into the desire of his fathers amor it wouldn't seem so bad all those days ago. But that still didn't fade the memories and flashbacks he had about their last discussion.

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"You're worthless you know that!?, can't you do anything right?"

He stiffened at the yelling from his father and sighed deeply closing his eyes as if the matter were his fault and true, but that wasn't at all the case.

"I'm sorry...".

"Like hell you can apologize for that!" A yelled slur erupted from him stepping progressivo, para a frente raising his hand.

The boy stiffened and looked down at his feet, a part of him wanting to actually look his father in the eye and see the emotion that showed in them as he yelled, but there was also the fear of what it would be. Already he felt the stinging sensation in his cheek as if anticipating a hard beijoca, smack but was surprised when he felt nothing and quickly glanced up at his drunken...
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Article by GlitterPuff posted over a year ago
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"Aachoo!" she sneezed into her tissue. Her sneeze could be heard throughout the entire apartment. Zack came in a moment later with a bowl of soup.

"Here. Eat this." He gave her the bowl and kissed the topo, início of her head, making her face light up a bit.

"Thank you," Rene replied, her voice raspy and quiet, and she carefully blew on her sopa and took a spoonful. "Mmm, yummy." He smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed, watching her eat her sopa slowly. When she finished it, she set down the bowl and exchanged it for a tissue. The red head blew her nose as hard as she could, but she was still stuffed up. Zack took her hand in his and rubbed the topo, início of it.

"I would amor to stay here and take care of you today, but they really need me."

"I'll be okay. It's not like I can go anywhere."

"I know, but I don't want you moving around to much. Just relax. And to make sure you do, Bentley's going to watch over you while I'm gone." The other black haired boy came in her room, the same look in his face as usual.
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Fan fiction by BladeYJ posted over a year ago
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I liked it :3
((I should probably stop taking seven years to post these parts.. sorry, please forgive me...Just a quick filler of the last one since it was so long ago...Blade was in the woods, and had to find her way back...met a guy...they fought a bit...he disappeared she found her way back--it took her twelve hours..and now voila! ))

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I avoided the red eyes that bore into my skin like a hot brand. He was close to screaming, I heard it in his voice, saw it in his expression. Damian's jugular was protruding from his neck along with a vein that throbbed in his forehead; his hands were balled into fists and if Vexx, the nurse that I encountered a mês before, wasn't standing there I was sure he would've punched me.

"Bitch" was the word that brought me back to reality and I stared at him through light blue lens, dumbfounded. Standing, still having to look up to meet his gaze, I pushed him back, "Excuse me?"

"I said, you're a naive bitch." His voice was still calm, though I could hear the cracks of anger steaming through, "Why didn't you kill him?"
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Article by GlitterPuff posted over a year ago
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Way in the future...

"No, no, no, you have to let me in there!"

"How on earth would you know this man? You look like you're nineteen."

"He's my mothers grandfathers friend. I've known him all my life. Please, just let me see him!" The nurse sighed.

"Fine. You have one hour. He's about to go anyways, so you better hurry." Rene made a face and rushed past her. Damn, what a bitch.. she thought to herself. Room 205, 205, 205! She ran inside and slid herself into a chair por the man's bedside. His once black hair was wispy and white, his eyes lifeless, skin pale. The red head took his hand and held it to her face, allowing him to feel it.

"R-Rene?" the man croaked out.

"Yes, yes, it's me!" Her eyes were watering and the tears were flowing. The man could feel the tears and slowly started wiping them away.

"Please don't cry, not now." She sniffled and wiped her nose with her other hand.
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Opinion by XxKFforeverXx posted over a year ago
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Civvies~
He was a must have~ <3

Name: Harver Lloyd (no one knows)

Alias: Crane.

Age: Well he looks 22.

Occupation: Hero at the moment, but you never know with Crane.

Appearance: Short golden blonde hair, electric blue eyes, 6'6 and mainly muscle.

Skills/Weapons: hand-to-hand combat, field tactics, acrobatics, and shieldmanship.

Powers: Because of the super serum he has human peak abilities, 10x stronger, but still looks like an average human.

Strength: guindaste can almost bench press 1,100 lbs. With this strength, he leaps almost 3ft high and bound 6 feet with a running go. Also, he is able to kick through a wooden door and mural with a single kick.

Speed: guindaste can run at 40-45 MPH, running 9 miles in around 10-11 minutes.

Durability: Crane's and bones are denser than the average human. This ability lets him leap a good 200ft with a show of discomfort. If you were to keep hitting him with some sort of stick, it would eventually break.
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Opinion by SilverWings13 posted over a year ago
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“Did you get it?” Marius demanded.
angel was too busy choking up water from her lungs to answer. Gabriel was all but passed out on the snow beside her.
“Well, did you?” Chloë inquired eagerly. The blonde nodded, finally regaining her breath. “Then let us see it!”
“Not here,” angel wheezed, “Not with-” It was only then that it occurred to her how red the soft blanket she sat on. There were bodies laid across the courtyard. Some were entombed in caskets of ice, their expressions of shock and horror Frozen - Uma Aventura Congelante as if they were displays in a museum. Others had been ripped apart por icicles that had been flung through the air like daggers, staining the ground with their entrails and blood. Not a single one had been left alive.
“She’s right,” Gabriel muttered, making angel jump. He had been laying so still that she thought he might have been.. “We don’t have time.. To mess around...”
angel pulled herself to her feet, only to fall to her knees in exhaustion once she reached Gabriel’s side. He was much less still close up. Shivers were running up and down his body. His face was pale, eyes closed, and blood still seeping from his...
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Opinion by Mclovin_69 posted over a year ago
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Name: Ethan Huseak ( H-yu-z-ak)

Alias: RedMist

Age: 16 ( would be 20 now)

Status: deceased

Appearance: dark brown hair, green eyes, 5'11, he wore sunglasses most of the time to hide his eyes.

Personality: he had the leadership role in the group and was the team leader. he was calm and handled situations well. He was serious and did just anything that was best for his team. He was someone everyone looked up to.

Powers/Abilities: he was the famous hero for using Logan's teleport smoke bombs and was highly skilled in combat able to outsmart any aponnent he had using his instincts. he had the abilities to anticipate someones attack before time, though this ability mainly helped himself he always warned his team in battle.

Past: he died in an escape plan gone wrong.

Others: he was unable to track the ambush unfortunately and his team was killed. he knew the attack set on him was going to happen and let it kill him. because of his past story growing up he was always depressed but was able to hide it from the others around him. Truthfully he was always ready to die but didn't want the...
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Opinion by SilverWings13 posted over a year ago
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The assassin took off up the stairs as quickly as they could together. por the time they reached the door leading out of the stairwell, both were slightly out of breath. angel leaned against the door only to find it locked. She tried the handle again, then tried slamming against it with her shoulder. The only result was an ache in her shoulder.
The pair looked at each other, then at their feet where water was pooling as it rose from the basement. After a silent agreement not to waste anymore time trying to open the door, angel took Gabriel’s weight once again and they began climbing further up the staircase.
They were both panting por the time they reached the base of the glass tower. Looking up, Gabriel could see the night sky through the roof of the obelisk. The rain dropped onto the glass and ran down the sides like tiny soldiers attempting to find a fault so that they may break into the tower. Now if only the assassins could break out.
“A little help, battle ax wielder?” angel was standing por the wall, ramming the butt of her dagger into the glass to no avail. Gabriel hobbled over and raised his weapon. The blade of the ax bounced right off the wall. The...
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Fan fiction by Robin_Love posted over a year ago
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His raven hair dripped crimson blood to the mistreated battle field. The spear had long been removed from his head but the bleeding went with the hours that had passed in useless war. His breathing was slowing; he could hardly see the outline of who had been his king through his icy blue eyes. It was a bloody fight, all lives lost except his and his king's. Now, he fought off the clouding death penetrating his senses.
“I had hoped for better with us.”
He smiled sadly at the word's his uncle spoke.
“As had I, my lord.”
“You tried to overthrow me and kill me. Treason is cause for death. Even though you are of my blood. My brothers in arms.”
“And for that, my majesty, I'll spare you. This once.”
amargo, amarga laughter rang in his ears.
“You shall spare me? You have no strength to stand, yet you have nerve to say such a thing?”
He looked up through his own blood to the man who had been family and beloved king. The man he had been raised to hate because of his mother. The man that had always been a fogo to his ice cold heart. This man had been everything he had wanted in his childhood. Now he knelt before him, his own blood...
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Opinion by Mclovin_69 posted over a year ago
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Caylen grew up with an average life and family, a mom and dad and a 6 year-old sister named Millee (Mill- ee). His family was aware of his powers and Millee being 4 at the time always enjoyed playing in the illusions and landscapes Caylen could make her see. One dia Caylen and Millee went to the park and he set a forest landscape for her as she ran around and played. He looked away for just a segundo when he realized he lost sight of her, Immeadiatley he set out looking for her. As he wandered through his landscape of the woods he found her through some bushes where a man was trying to grab her and touch her, Caylen yelled stop and ran over but the man picked up his sister and ran off with her. Being the only guardian she had at the park with her he ran after the man instead of asking for help. The man was able to get his sister into the tronco, porta-malas of his car and started driving away. Caylen screamed for help and someone called the police as he ran after the car with all the might he had. The police managed to catch the man and surround him. The police got his sister out of the car and she was brought início to safety. Weeks since the incident every night Millee would wake up screaming and...
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Fan fiction by BladeYJ posted over a year ago
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((I said these were going to get shorter...I lied....<3 sorry<3333))

The punching bag swung back and flew progressivo, para a frente only to be sent back again as I caught it with a hard kick. "Again," was the command that came from the form behind me. Normally, I'd just tell him to get off of it or leave me alone, but the fact that this man had one hundred years of experience, was a vampire, and could easily rip me apart, pushed me to hike my foot back and slam it as hard as I could into the bag of sand. I heard the chain creak in agony as its limits were tested. "Good, again," Damian muttered, pulling me from my focused state and resulting in the sack to strike back and crash against me, sending me into the dirt. I felt the grit of the Earth's teeth tear the cloth of the uniform and scrape my skin, leaving small cuts and bruises in its wake. "Get up," he grunted. My pace at standing wasn't fast enough, for he took my arm and yanked me up, none too gentle. He commanded me to attack the punching bag again, and I complied.
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Opinion by Mclovin_69 posted over a year ago
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Name: Elizibeth Tumin (Liz) (Lizbeth)

Alias: unknown.

Age: 14 (would be 18 now)

Appearance: long blonde hair and brown eyes, hair usually worn in braid or up (ponytail, bun)

Personality: she was stubborn and always thought she could do things on her own. she was Valente on the outside but was scared but never let anyone see it. She was never the one to smile so easily and be at ease. And she was never someone who lost without a fight.

Powers/Abilities: she doesn't have any powers but combat and sword skills.

Weapons: a single sword.

Past: died in a break out gone wrong.

Others: she wasn't someone to let people into her life. But she cared if someone were sad or upset.




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Fan fiction by SilverWings13 posted over a year ago
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"Where to next?" The blonde answered por running past the elder assassin, leaving him to follow her. Her braid was just long enough to dangle between her shoulder blades, the bleached color startling against the black material of her suit, he noticed as they sprinting through the corridors. It was the brightest part about her, the braid. Her suit, combat boots, faca belt, sheaths, capota, capuz were all black to compliment the stormy gray of her eyes and dark mood that was a constant around the girl. The man decided that he spent far mais time than necessary studying his enemy.
After taking out a handful of straddling guards, the pair finally came to a staircase, but as the man started upward, his guide started running down the steps to the lower level.
"The basement?" he asked. "No one said anything about going underground, Angel."
"Guess they don't tell you as much as you think," she replied, pausing on the caixa de escada, escada as she realized he had stopped following her. "I only know because it was my job to memorize the maps. What's your deal?"
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Opinion by Mclovin_69 posted over a year ago
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Name: Benjamin Milito (Ben)

Alias:Unknown

Age: 14 (would be 18 now)

Status: deceased

Appearance: dirty blonde hair, dark blue eyes, 5'8, he always wore a beanies and really any headgear. and he always has black war paint on his cheeks.

Personality: He was very cocky and tried to make a joke out of everything, he always thought of cocky and sarcastic remarks to people who were trying to be serious. He was someone who lightened the mood when things got tough. especially being trapped in that town.

Powers/Abilities: he had the ability to create mist and fog to hide himself or confuse enemies, his weapon of choice was daggers and a small double handed scypths.

Past: he died in a escape plan gone wrong.

Others: He was one of the reasons why BloodMist never cracked under the sadness and how overwhelmed he felt being trapped there. He made him see the light in most of the situations and made him able to keep his composure.
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Fan fiction by GlitterPuff posted over a year ago
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"I'm only asking you to go in there and rip it out!"

"Do you know how much damage that would cause? It would be awful!"

"It'll be even worse if you don't do what I say because then I'll rip it out of you!" The girl whimpered and nodded in a melancholy fashion.

"Fine, I'll go." She tucked her hair into a hat and the man cut the chains between her handcuffs. Quickly, she slid through the open door and sat down in the chair that had the nearest convenience to her. No one in the room paid the slightest attention to her, which loosened the tightly wound ball of stress sitting in her stomach. The room was completely full of men, all of them either leitura the paper or sipping their morning coffee. A small voice in the girl's head kept telling her this was a bad idea. 'But if I don't do this, I don't get any information!' 'Oh who gives a fuck about the information! This is an innocent persons life!' 'But, the informatio-' 'AN INNOCENT LIFE!' 'Oh just fuck off, I need to do this' Slowly, she rose out of the chair and grabbed the gun from her pocket. The girl lifted it out so anyone could see it out of the corner of their eye.
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