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Fan fiction by SilverWings13 posted over a year ago
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N/A: this is kinda a response to RL's "Gone Away" anecdote, but it's mostly cause I've wanted to write something b/w these two guys for a while now....

The sweat coating his skin made his tanned muscles gleam in the sunlight shining in the clear sky. He paused a moment, breathing heavily, and leaned his head against the glass he was scaling. It was cool against his hot skin, though did little to soothe his aching muscles. Pulling back to continue upwards, the boy pause at the reflection staring back at him.
The features were the same as he remembered: well defined cheekbones, thin lips guiding his weary smile, long eyes lashes amid round eyes. A simple structure, a blank canvas painted por his feelings inside, making it difficult to hide his thoughts. But the eye, they were wrong. Blue, crystal, far from the deep emeralds that were his. The hair, pasted to his head with sweat, was white. An ivory contradict to the golden locks that belonged there. And the skin, usually a dark tan, was pale, unusually lacking color against the light azure of his sleeveless climbing suit, hemmed with a bright yellow.
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Fan fiction by Robin_Love posted over a year ago
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Twila-Civie style
I think you may find me a little hypocritical since I temporarily shortened my Ocs and then made this one. If you do, I'm sorry. Not an official Oc but a character from a different set of books I am personally writing. Just let me know if you like her and think she should be on the team or if you hate her and she should never be seen again. Thanks guys.



Name: Twila Bradley
Alias: Lunar
Occupation: Hero in training; high school student
Powers: “Negative” energy, lightning, the Leech, truth eyes, sword, combat
Age: 15
History: Twila was not born with her gifts. She was born the only child to her parents, both scholars of history and English. One day, there was a horrible earthquake and Twila's parents, who had been away, were killed. Twila was sent to live with her aunt in New York. Being of one of the wealthier residents, she lived in luxury. But Twila was not like the others at her school and works hard for herself. Her aunt's wealth is something Twila despises and she keeps to herself. Twila and her aunt fight constantly because of the two different lifestyles. One day,...
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Fan fiction by SilverWings13 posted over a year ago
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Her face was too pale, her breaths were too quiet, too ragged. She was stiller than her partner had ever seen her. Even while she slept, the girl's aura buzzed with energy. But she was not sleeping. Alek had overheard Dr. Xian speaking to their leader. She was unconscious, in critical condition, at risk of slipping into an indefinite comma. Blood loss and internal hemorrhaging as a result if the beating she had taken.
Not sleeping.
The boy could barely make out the meager intakes of breathe, the nearly unnoticable rise and fall of her chest. The only sign to him that his partner was truly still alive was the steady beep..beep..beep of the coração monitor. So trapped in his trance of that metronome, Alek's eyes snapped open as a hand rested on his shoulder.
He risked a glance up at the older male standing beside him, but kept Aryess in his peripheral, as if her frail body would dissipate if he turned his back, like the barren mirage of a drowning man.
"It's been a long day, mate. Better go get some shut-eye."
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Opinion by Mclovin_69 posted over a year ago
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The 24 year-old walked down the hallway of the hospital, he hated hospitals it made him feel like everyone knew that something was wrong with him. But who wouldn't blame him, he was made fun of as a kid, he didn't really have any friends in elementary school and was always the quiet kid that people would whisper and talk about. His ebony bangs fell in his face over his grey eyes as he looked at the rooms he passed in the hospital.
" Thanks you're a dear...."a sickly voice muttered
from the room he walked into, a nurse wearing a purple nursing suit smiled at him and walked out past him. The blue-eyed man noticed him and looked up, instead of with anger and hatred his eyes showed guilt and relief. " Bentley....I-I didn't know you'd be coming to visit...." a smile of happiness his lips made was something he hadn't seen him do in a while, " yeah...well i just thought I'd stop por because Tracie called and said you've been doing a lot better in therapy..." Bentley muttered. He smiled " she said that? ", Bentley nodded and walked over sitting in a nearby chair por his hospital bed. He sighed and looked at his son with guilt, " I'm sorry about all those years ago.....me...
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Opinion by Mclovin_69 posted over a year ago
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He laid there on the cama staring up at the ceiling, somehow thinking that staring at the white paint and patterns would give him the train of thought he was looking for. He blinked when he watched Aryess walk in out of the bathroom wearing a rosa, -de-rosa espaguete strap night vestido that ran just above her knees and let in a deep breath staring back up at the ceiling with his steeling grey eyes. The golden glow that the lights gave off suddenly flicked off into a blue moonlight glow from the open curtained windows. Aryess slipped into the cama seguinte to Bentley and turned to her side resting her head with her arm bent, she stared at the expression on his face as if he were lost and confused.
" B, what's up with you?" He turned over on his side looking over at her " You act as if you arent happy that I'm pregnant with our daughter," she muttered as grey met grey.
"I never said I wasn't happy," he said, blinking.
"Am i just a piece of material to you that you just banged up?" she muttered quiet and shaken. Suprise hit his grey eyes "Aryess of course not, you mean the world to me; why would you think that?" Bentley asked.
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Guide by Robin_Love posted over a year ago
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Terror-Civies
Here's the updated bio for the team. I had to look it over and decide who stays and who goes. Sorry if you disagree. I just had too many.


Secret Identity: Unknown
Alias: Terror
Occupation: Hero
Powers: Shape-shifting, controls fears, can control minds, can take away/give fears, illusions, able to enter other minds when people sleep.
History: Terror was born in Mew Orleans, Louisiana. He was raised in an abusive family. His father, who was always drunk, would beat him. His mother had died giving him birth. Terror had two other siblings; Sylvia and Mat. Mat had been killed in a car accident. Sylvia had left soon after her mother had died and joined a crew of girl heroes. Terror, meanwhile, was beaten. His abusive father never left him alone and, when he was, Terror was chained like a dog. At age ten, Terror finally got angry at his father. His powers acted on emotion and Terror accidentally killed his father. Now wanted for murder, Terror went out to New York. He met up with his sister again, who was now calling herself Paura. She helped him gain control of his powers, and he started to call himself...
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Fan fiction by Robin_Love posted over a year ago
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He walked down the hall to her bedroom, passing his own in his wanting to get to her. The door was open when he walked in, but the girl on the cama was not the one he was looking for. She looked up when he entered, an apologetic smile on her face.
“Is something wrong?!” he asked.
“No. Not exactly.”
“Where is she?”
“She's fine. She just had to get out for a bit.”
“Where is she?”
“California, I think.”
He blinked, the words catching him for the first time.
“Wait you mean she's not here at all?”
“That's right. She wanted to wait for you, but said she was getting too restless. She needed a break.”
“When was this?”
“Early this morning. She left you a note. Here.”
She handed him a folded piece of paper to him and he opened it. He recognized her handwriting but something felt wrong. Unable to place it, he read the note.
[i]Alek,
Sorry I can't be there right now. I wanted you to come with me, but couldn't stay anymore. Don't worry about me. I'll be back soon. I'm safe. I just needed to get back to old roots for a bit. Again, I'm sorry to leave without telling you, but...
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Fan fiction by SilverWings13 posted over a year ago
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The man tapped his foot against the floor of the elevator, begging the floor numbers to change quicker. 2...3...4... He swept the long ebony locks from his face, then combed his fingers through and they settled back in place over his steel, worry-filled eyes. His nerves jumped and fizzed with anxiety, fear.
"Angel has been admitted to the hospital," was all the text from Declan had said. "Gotham urgent Care Center. Room 613. 6th floor."
Bentley leapt from the elevator before the doors were fully open and trotted down the hall, noting the numbeers as he passed them. 608... 609... 610... Left turn. 611... 612... 613. A trio of people were gathered in the doorway. A nurse in sky blue, a doctor in bleach white, a captain in military green. A soldier? Bentley felt his coração throw itself against his ribcage, trying to break free of the panic building in his chest. The three turned as he approached, slowing his jog to a hesitant walk.
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Fan fiction by Blitz359 posted over a year ago
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Scotch patiently waited on the park bench in the dim lamplight for the others to appear. She looked down at her new watch and sighed. "Movie's starting soon. Where are they?"

5 minutos later, she rose from her cold assento and stretched her legs. Probably forgot. She started down the sidewalk when she heard her name being shouted behind her. Turning around, she saw Richi running toward her, his clothes slightly disheveled and slightly out of breath.

"Sorry, had to meet up with an old friend for a moment," he apologized. She gave a small smile to let him know it was alright. She peeked around Richi toward the empty darkness behind him.

"Where's Val?" Richi looked at her with his two golden eyes and shrugged. "Said she had something to do. Guess it'll just be the two of us then for movie night."

At this Scotch's feeling of nervousness increased por tenfold. "Just the two of us...." she muttered to herself. Richi put his arm around Scotch and began leading her in the opposite direction of the theater.
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Fan fiction by SilverWings13 posted over a year ago
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"Get your men back!" Blaze yelled as he trotted out the gateway of the abandoned maximum-security prison. The captain of the squad signaled the 50-or-so men of his betalian to retreat from the entrance. The heavily-armed soldiers positioned themselves behind the barricade of cars as the earth began to shake beneath their boots. A howl derived from Hell erupted from the dark, a first of anger and bloodlust. Blaze leapt onto the capuz, capa of an SUV just as the creature charged from the exit tunnel of the prison.
The monster could have been mistaken for a rhino, accept it was 11 feet long and shrouded in a casaco of scales the same shade as the sand beneath its clawed-feet. A horn as long as a grown man sprouted from its snout. Rage filled its glowing red eyes, devoid of any sanity. 
"Disparar (Fire)!" The captain ordered. The muzzles of 50 AK-47s emitted brass bullets with the power of lighting and the beat of a downpour. But in vain where the strikes as they ricocheted off the beast's armor. Angered por the nuisance, it released another below of fury. The giant pawed the sand and charged at the truck directly ahead of it. Dipping its head, the monster's tusk hook the car...
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Fan fiction by SilverWings13 posted over a year ago
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"Am I dead?"
The woman-- My mother continues smiling, shakes her head, takes a assento on the couch. Rests those summer-rain irises on me, takes in my shock, confusion, the volume of perguntas written across my expression.
"My God," she breaths, "My little girl's all grown up."
"Mom.. I don't understand," I barely notice the tears slipping down my cheeks. "You died in that fire. You and Dad both.." A too-hopeful thought occurs to me and I find myself glancing around the room in procurar of the answer to the pergunta I ask next. "Is he here, too?"
I wonder if I imagine the sad shadow drawn from her smile por the question. Then again, I must be imagining all [i]of this.
"No. Your father and Daemian have both moved on."
"Why haven't you?"
"Because, Aryess, I wanted to talk to you." My expression must betray the terror I feel. My brain reminding me none of this could possibly exist, my coração yearning me to get closer to my mother. She pats the cushion beside her, and my coração wins. I'm sitting beside her before I realize it. Her hand brushes away the stream of loss sliding down my cheeks. The contact of her skin against mine as she brushes...
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Opinion by BladeYJ posted over a year ago
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Boo~
I TOLD YOU I WOULD CONTINUE!

Part 1 ~ link


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"Would you like to cadastrar-se the shadows, to walk with me in the night, to feed upon humans and they're succulent blood, would you like to be a vampire?"
"..."
"I understand it is odd, and you don't know me, but make a decision."
"..."
"Yes or no? But know now, if you say yes my bullet will pierce your lung giving you a short amount of time to live, in which I will then transform you. So make your choice."

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Blade's eyes widened, for she realized she was taking a big leap..

Of faith.

She gave a quick nod, to the strange boy. Softness filled his eyes as he pressed the trigger of the gun and sent the bullet whizzing. It dividido, dividir through her lungs and she felt the air shut off from her throat as a scream whined out of her mouth. The vampire that had her in a grip incinerated into a pile of grey ash. Blade gave another silent whine, falling to her knees , and...
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Fan fiction by Blitz359 posted over a year ago
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Meh. Found on internet. Thought I should share.
So yeah, I'm not dead. Been really busy.

The phone rang for what seemed like the millionth time. Its ringtone sang out in the darkness of the room, and the phone clattered against the dusty wooden tabletop, mesa as it vibrated.
Hey, it's Richi. The phone sounded out as the call went to voicemail. I'm not available right now, but leave a message and I'll get back to you ASAP.

"Rich!" the voice yelled as the message was recorded. "I know you can hear me! Where are you?! Why haven't you called back?! Please, the three of us are worried. Come back already. We're sorry."

Message recorded. You have 30 missed calls and 45 unopened texts.

A lone figure sat curled up in the corner on the far side of the room. Tears no longer streamed from his face, but he had run out of tears a long time ago. His once-golden blonde hair was now a dirty yellow, and scars were forming on his wrist from his... attempts. He wanted to tell someone, but who would listen? He needed to get away, but nowhere was far enough. He tried... that, but it never worked. What to do?
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Fan fiction by SilverWings13 posted over a year ago
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The first thing I see is white. It is blindingly pure and I have to raise a hand to shield my eyes. When the light fades, I blink 8 times, trying to grasp my surroundings.
The room I stand in is warmed por the flames dancing in the fireplace. A burgundy sofá sits on the flowered Persian rug, accompanied por two arm chairs and a glass coffee table.
The pergunta "Where am I?" leaves my mind in that glance. It is replaced por "Why?" and mais urgently "How?". [i]I walk cautiously progressivo, para a frente and run a hand over a bookshelf crowded with thick encyclopedias and vibrant fairytales.
This place.
This house were I lived as a young child, where my father taught me to ride a 2-wheeler in the driveway and my mother filled with the scent of baking chocolate with an forno full of brownies.
This house.
This início had burned, been consumed por angry red and laranja and yellow, greedily reducing little mais than mournful grey crumbs. I saw the feasting with my own eyes, watched it again and again in haunting nightmares.
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Opinion by BladeYJ posted over a year ago
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Cute~ <3
The girls giggled. It was a girls dia out. Blade, Willow, and Becca were talking of relationships and boys while enjoying some ice-cream. Becca smiled at Willow as she talked about Billy. The autumn leaf haired girl's eyes sparkled as she went on about the red haired speedster. Smiles lit up all the girls' faces as Willow finished her story.

All eyes fell on Blade. "Well? What's new with Terror?" Willow taunted. A light blush filled her cheeks.
"Yeah? Blade...!" Becca smirked.
The blonde's eyebrows furrowed at Becca as a hint of malicious fogo scorched in her eyes. "Oh, Becca, how about you enchant me and Wil here with some dainty morsels of information on you and Tyler."
"Uh..."
Willow watched as a smirk crept up on Blade's face, her red eyes burning. Wil's eyes looked to Becca who had blush on her cheeks.
"Come on, Bec!" Blade pried.
"Well, Ty.. is-"
The coal haired girl was cut off por a jingle of the parlor's door. Red, brown, and blue all looked to the door and saw a tall, blue eyed, dark haired boy stood. His gaze met Becca's and he smiled.
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Fan fiction by SilverWings13 posted over a year ago
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There was too much water. Surrounding her, soaking her. In her mouth, in her nose. Don't breath, don't breath. She tried not to follow the instinct to andorinha a breath, but somehow the liquid forced its way inside. Too much water filling her lungs.
Too much red. The water was painted in it. There was a certain glow coming from some artificial source, but also a swirl of a seperate contamination. Too tired, too much blood escaping from the slash in her leg. Aryess had failed the mission of keeping the barco safe. The bomb had exploded, blowing a hole in the hull. The water heater had barely protected her from the blast.
But now she was trapped in a watery grave. The iron door refused to give under her weak pounding fists.
Help, she begged anyone who could hear her plea as the last bubble escaped her lips. The remainder of her strength was spent on keeping her grip on the blue rose brooch she had taken from the bomber's cold, dead hands. The dark consumed her.
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Fan fiction by SilverWings13 posted over a year ago
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Billionaires, business men, women dressed in lovely dresses. Champagne glasses, sparkling lights, and of course, the treasures of the evening. The precious jewelry and glittering gems. They were the most expensive objects in the room, even mais than the yacht the auction was taking place on. And for that reason, the blonde and her partner had been assigned tonight's security detail. It also helped that their teammate's father owned the ship and was hosting the event.
Her stormy grey eyes rested on the glistening blue brooch. An aquamarine rose ready to become the prize of the lucky bidder tonight. While her eyes examined the treasure, her ears were perked, senses directed toward the chatting crowd gathered in the auditorium.
Anyone could be a thief, here to snatch away these beauties, the blue rose or the esmeralda borboleta in the seguinte case over. SilverWings trusted no one, not even her employer. Well, there was one person. And he now stepped up to her side now. His white hair swept to the side, the snowy locks matching his ivory, finely pressed suit.
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News by Robin_Love posted over a year ago
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I feel very sad....
To those who choose to read it:

As of now, though it may be temporary, Devin, Jon, Cat, Yuki, Mizore, Aroan, Teague, and Irra are no longer going to be used. Also, The Outsiders I am reconfiguring so if you see me post the bio thing, it is because of that. As for Prisoner of War and future articles....I am unsure as to how to go about. Seeing as a few Ocs have been removed, I may just start a new series. But fear not. Becca, Tara, Terror, and the others that are not the ones listed above are still in use. In answer to any questions, yes this is because people have left. No I will not reconsider at this time. I have had to shorten my Oc list anyway so...yeah. I would also prefer not to talk about it right now. Things are....hard for me. I'll be honest, I'm hurting like hell over them a) leaving and b) excluding me from several Rps. But this information is not be repeated. I may write something concerning Terror as my first artigo but right now, I will not post stories. Until I figure stuff out inside. I will still be here so not to worry. But....at this moment, please just let me hurt.
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Fan fiction by Robin_Love posted over a year ago
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She strummed her guitar, bored out of her mind. Phoebe sat beside her, twirling the microphone in her hand. She groaned.
“Phoebes, we haven't played a knew song in a month! I can't work like this!”
“Sorry Bec, but we can't give up.”
“Sure we can. I know where batman stores the chocolate. All we have to do is walk away.”
“What are you guys doing?” Blade asked, coming into the room.
“We're trying to think of a new song,” Phoebe explained while at the same time, Becca said, “Dieing in misery without chocolate.”
Blade smirked.
“Just re-make a song.”
“Do what now?” Phoebe asked.
“She means take a song but twist it up a bit.”
“Oh. Well...what song?”
Becca suddenly shot to her feet.
“Oh snap!”
“What is it?”
Ignoring Phoebe, Becca looked at Blade.
“Hey, do you sing?”
“...sorta.”
“Wanna do it with us?”
“I thought you had a band.”
“I gave them the week off. Please Blade! Please~!”
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Opinion by BladeYJ posted over a year ago
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He watched her leave, the slamming of the door told him she wasn't returning for awhile. A breath of exhaustion escaped the lips. He wanted to chase her, to grip her, shake her, slap her, kiss her, hug her.

Hold her.. just to feel the warmth that he didn't have..

He was a demon, he needed her to be the fogo that burned within him. Right now he was cold.. cold.. cold. He didn't want to fight right now. It was stirred up over some stupid thing they didn't agree on.. yet again. Somehow though, in the end, they always ended up okay.

Blue eyes stared hard at the door, and the crash of the door ringed in his ears. He needed her.

Right. Now.

~***~

She stood still in the park, the Frozen - Uma Aventura Congelante pond reflecting the bright moon and dazzling stars, her cold eyes burned with desperation. Desperartion that wanted him to chase her down, to grip her, shake her, slap her, kiss her, hug her.

Hold her. He kept her strong, and the only reason she left was to fulfill that desperate cry within her.
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Fan fiction by MidnightYJ posted over a year ago
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I Wuv Cat~!
A list of things you should not give/do/take etc with Cat. Because, as ya know, she doesn't get a lot of things. She's too innocent.


Don't give her sharp things

Don't give her mais than one cookie at a time

If you value your life and the life of others, don't make her cry

Do not make her angry

Do not bribe her

Do NOT eat biscoitos, cookies from her

No giving her wax/plastic/toy food. She will eat it

Don't take her from Scott without his permission (unless you're Terror)

Do not exaggerate or use figures of speech

Do not take and/or play with/dirty her Scotty dog

Do NOT give her rope unless it's thin yarn

Do not wake her up when she is sleeping

No taunting

Don't hurt her feelings or make her feel childish

Never let her in the infirmary unless she is harmed
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Fan fiction by Robin_Love posted over a year ago
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The dress
She stood glaring at him. His face showed no emotion, but she could read the smirk in his eyes.
“No.”
“You have no choice I'm afraid.”
Alika stood behind her, head down. Tara shook her head. He handed her the dress, just looking at her in the same way he always had; distant but warm.
“Either you put is on or I will do it for you.”
She glared at him, but took the garment.
“I swear Kuran. One day, I'm kicking your ass.”
“As you say. I wait for that dia with eagerness. Now hurry. Lord Vale will be here soon. And we both know how he expects to see you.”
Their eyes met for a segundo and she nodded in surrender. He placed a gentle kiss to her head before leaving. Once the door was shut, she locked it. Alika waited for her.
“Help me please. I have no desire to be a vampire's meal tonight.”

She waited seguinte to Satstruiku's so-called throne, sword ready for any sign of trouble. She was not happy with the dress she had been forced to wear, but her weapons made her mais comfortable. Her eyes watched the procession as mais vampiros than she had seen gathered in the same trono room they had used for...
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Guide by AislingYJ posted over a year ago
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Vaxley
Yeah, I know. But since I basically deleted everyone and I only really RP with Aisling, I really wanted to make a new guy. I’ll probably RP as him (and I’ll try to not abandon him) and hopefully he’ll even get his own artigo series, probably after Chasing Shadows is finished.
Name: Vaxley Knight
Alias: Knight
Age: 15
Occupation: Spy; Hero; Vigilante/Freelancer
Appearance: Vaxley is of average height, about 5’9” or 5’10”, and average build. He has lightly tanned skin and faint freckles on and around his nose. His hair is copper-brown, thick and with a slight wave, and cut at an average length, and his eyes are brown. He usually wears simple clothes, never anything flashy; a simple dark t-shirt and slightly baggy pants, sneakers. All in all, he’s very plain looking, slightly attractive, but not noticeably so. In fact, he’s one of those guys that’s not really noticable at all; the one that no one really remembers or picks out of a crowd. Of course, he uses this to his advantage as a spy.
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Guide by InfinityYJ posted over a year ago
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With the hair down.
Sorry about this, these new guys are actually kind of important. It'll make mais sense when Miss Ashy gets up off her lazy bum and writes mais Chasing Shadows... but for now...

Name: Alyssa ‘Lyss’ Blithe Lestrade
Alias: Fortune
Age: 15

Physical Features: 5’11”, 135 lbs, dark brown/black curly hair, grey/blue/green eyes, calloused hands, slightly dirty but rounded out fingernails, small burn on left palm

Civilian Clothing: white button up shirt, electric blue skinny jeans, tannish/khaki overcoat, black heels, hair in bun or low ponytail, occasionally has leitura glasses

Costume: full black bodysuit with green highlights, white overcoat, black heeled boots, hologram gloves, green visor, hair in high ponytail

Abilities: armas (usually two handguns, but on occasions she’ll have a shotgun), lock picking, some hacking skills.
*Her main ability is strategy. She’s incredibly smart, usually able to deduct what a person has been doing for the last 15 hours just por a single glance.*
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Fan fiction by Robin_Love posted over a year ago
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Alex
Name: Alex Kyle
Alias: CheshireCat
Occupation: Unknown
Powers: teleportation, “phase” through objects, stealth, hacker, can visibly fade and “return” like the chesire cat, master of swords, master of combat, excellent senses, Neko
History: Alex Kyle is the older brother of Cat Kyle. Before Cat was born, Alex found out a disturbing secret about his parents. He was sworn to secrecy and into the secret. Even after his sister was born, Alex was never allowed to speak of it. His parents moved them a lot, so Cat became Alex's best friend. Cat adored her older brother and Alex did everything he could to keep her seguro and happy. One day, when the two were playing, Cat grew extended claws and pierced his heart. Alex felt no pain at all, but entered a coma. When he woke up, he discovered that his little sister had grown up and thought him dead. Alex worked in secret, watching over her like always. But because of the secret he swore never to tell, he could not go and be reunited with her. Alex is fifteen years old now and is still sworn into secrecy. The only thing that keeps him from revealing himself is the threat against...
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