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List by XxKFforeverXx posted over a year ago
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25 ways to piss off Fang.

1). Poke him and continuously and ask if he’s goth

2) Poke him between the wings then run away screaming “I TOUCHED A GOTH KID!

3.) Dye his hair rosa, -de-rosa while he’s asleep.

4.) Lock him in a room with bright rosa, -de-rosa walls. (And a barf bag)

5.) Take a toy faca and ask Fang if he’s lost his.

6.) Tell Fang that you amor him.

7.) Hack into his blog and change his status
update too “I amor Hannah Montana.”

8.) Touch his hair (only Devin can)

9.) Give him McDonald’s chicken nuggets and tell him he’s eating his mom.

10.) When Fang appears kick his shins and say you didn’t see him there.

11.) Show him a picture of bald Brittany, and ask if he would do that.

12.) Fly over him and pretend to count the number of hairs on his head

13.) Ask him if he dyed his hair or if he was just born a freaky goth kid.
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List by AislingYJ posted over a year ago
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Updated 6/3/14
I'm bored, so I thought I'd share with you a few websites online that you can design your characters! There are tons of websites out there, these are just a few.
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This website is por far the best superhero generator I've found. Basically you use it to make your character in costume. They have endless options of costume parts for both male and female characters, and they even allow you to mover parts around, resize them, and color them. You can save the character to the game, and then load it later, but if you want to save an image to the computer, you have to take a screenshot.

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There are lots and lots of animê maker games on Deviantart, but this one is por far the best, and one of the cutest, in my opinion. It has an almost overwhelming amount of hair choices, and other face options. Since the avatar is from the shoulders up, you only see the topo, início part of the clothes, but they still offer a wide range of...
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Opinion by KatRox1 posted over a year ago
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Okay, I'm having one of those moments again. The kind where I get all depressed about Mercy becoming evil (because I really didn't want her to!) and about how there are WAY to many OC's! Not pointing fingers at anyone, because I'm doing it too, but seriously! If you want to make an OC, could you PLEASE just write an artigo about them first? We need some idea about them first!
That's why I won't be RP-ing at all until I can actually WRITE a story for Casey! I suggest a lot of you guys do that, saying that some people don't even put up a bio for their character!
One mais point, PLEASE refrain from making mais OC's than you need! I mean, I get it if you need to make them for like, one night to make sense of something in your fanfic. I've already deleted a few of my RP accounts, I suggest some of you do also! But please, don't overcrowd!
And I also learned this term from one of my friends: God modding. That's a big no-no also! So that means, don't make yourself "so powerful that you can take over the world with the snap of my fingers"; it also means don't be able to just dodge everything that comes at you and don't be so invincible that you can be stabbed in the...
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Fan fiction by TerrorYJ posted over a year ago
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Becca approached him from behind, never making a sound. She wasn't too keen on talking to him, much less being anywhere near him. He was a fool, someone she would ignore. But he had crossed the line. He had hit a nerve inside her and she needed to be heard, loud and clear.
“Bloodmist.”
He turned his head slightly. He turned back to looking at the bank when he saw who it was. She knew he was upset. He had been hurt in battle, but Becca had wanted him out of the mountain. There were very few she turned away from. But this guy she did. In front of everyone.
“I get that you don't like me. I understand.”
Becca came to stand por him, despite how much she hated it.
“Good. Glad you understand,” she said.
“I'll just disappear. I'll leave again. I do it all the time...”
“Shut up. I came to make one thing clear to you. I don't hate you. But I don't like you either. You flirted despite Blade being in a relationship. She hurt my friend. You killed Terror's heart. Normally, I'd be furious and killing you right now. But Terror doesn't hate you. So neither do I. But Terror doesn't want anything to do with you.”
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Fan fiction by SilverWings13 posted over a year ago
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“Aryess?”
The handmaid, stormy grey eyes, fair untamed locks that had escaped their bun falling in her face, turned from the cutting board and sliced veggies toward the gentle, commanding voice that had called her name. “The princess requests your presence.”
Aryess nodded, curtsied, and walked past the young, dark haired butler to the servant’s staircase. She exchanged a glance with him, a momentary flicker of reassurance in his deep ashy eyes before she entered the dim lit stairwell. Aryess blamed the musty, oppressing air and the steep climb as the fonte of the persperation accumulating on her brow, rather than her jumping nerves. The handmaid emerged into the chamber and was momentarily blinded por the rays of sun filtering in through the lancet windows. When the spots in her vision cleared, she beheld the view of the dazzling princess.
The young lady stood before her full length mirror, examining her immaculate semblance. The red-rose dyed dress hugged her form; the v-neck back was looped together in a zig-zag of string. Her midnight black hair was piled into a tight bun; powder paled her features and highlighted her blood red lips.
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List by AislingYJ posted over a year ago
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I was bored.
1. Point to aleatório people and announce that they are “definitely not whelmed”.
2. In the middle of a conversation, run away screaming “I hate monkeys!!!!”
3. Whenever they ask to make plans with you, tell them that you’re too busy moping about the hiatus.
4. Take the prefixes off of words they say in conversation.
5. Then, if they ask what you’re doing, say you’re improving the English language.
6. Whenever you realize something, slap your forehead and say “Hello _____(your name)!”
7. If your “friend” is of the opposite gender, tell them that their biceps/abs/whatever don’t compare to Nightwing’s (or whatever hottie from the show that you like).
8. When they are upset or just plain annoyed with you, scream “GET TRAUGHT OR GET DEAD!!”
9. Whenever they say they’re about to do something (whether it be go to bed, eat lunch, or go to the bathroom), reply with “Just don’t die, okay?”
10. When they come back, say, “Way to get your feet wet.”
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Fan fiction by BladeYJ posted over a year ago
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-Ooc: I have recently fell in amor with Harley Quinn (not like that butcha know) Ok so this is a part of Broken Traitor but its mais of an idea.. if no one likes it ill trash it and right a different part in its place so be honest about it ;) P.s. I do not own HQ And don't hate me cos this article-

She awoke..not knowing where she was.. just that she was in different clothing. Her voice echoed,"Where am I?"
Gage's voice replied cheerly,"Oh.. we had to mover positions your friends
were.. On to us."
She glared,"Gage! Why am I dressed like this!?"
"Oh.. 'cos.. now can i ask you something"
".Y..e..yes"
"What's your name?"
"Blade Howard?"
"Nope wrong.. your not Blade, anymore"
"What!"
"You're not Blade anymore.. you are Harley.. Harley Quinn." Gage smirked as he ran his fingers across her cheek."I need you to REALLY kill your team this time."
"What! No!"
"If you don't.. he'll die." Gage gestured towards Terror who was hanging there bleeding.
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Fan fiction by SilverWings13 posted over a year ago
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Another OC Poem

A team is a puzzle of armor,
Many of a single piece.
Fitting together with perfect precision,
Securing every chink.

(1)Fighting the shadows,
(2)Controlling the hidden,
(3)Creating a flame,
To do your bidding.

(4)Flying high as a sparrow,
(5)Wise as a leaf,
(6)Traveling in shadows,
Quick as a thief.

(7)A Phoenix fallen from grace,
(8)Plummet from the heaven,
(9)A dark winged angel,
To catch the fallen.

(10)Measure our distances speed,
(11)Put a speedster to sleep.
(12)Manipulate a natural law,
(13)Dive a hundred miles deep.

Every chink of armor,
Protected from harm.
A total set, invincibility,
No cause for alarm.

I was feeling really guilty for taking soooo long to post this. I'll do another with any remaining OCs I've missed because I know I missed many.

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Opinion by DanteYJ posted over a year ago
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(All the italic word are flash backs)

I really hate it, this void I'm lost in. I'll never see him ever again. The team was never close to him, but I was! I guess I took him for granted.

"I hate you!"

I never really understood what it was like to be lonely to have no siblings, sure I didn't have most of my family, except him, but I always had the team. Not now, it was just me and him... alone.. in his apartment.

"Hi, Blade, what brings you to my house of horrors?" A smirk crossed Dante's face.
"Shut it, Dante... I'm not in the mood for your jokes." Blade sneered.
"What's bothering you, Kiddo?"

I didn't realize how much I enjoyed that nickname until he was gone...

[i]"Why would you care?"
"I'm your brother, of course, I'd care."
"Put you don't have the same problems as me, Dante!"
"I'm sure I can put myself in your shoes and figure it out?"
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Fan fiction by FangYJ posted over a year ago
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OOC: Never really explained Fang's mothers death...But I also wanted the post something about 9/11....so yeah..

World Trade Center, North tower
8:40 A.M. 


Brendan sat in the daycare room of the North tower in the World Trade Center. Crystal was across him, playing with some other girls around her age. The sky was blue, it was a beautiful, warm September day, until tragedy struck. All the kids screamed and looked up, as there was crash and a loud explosion. 
"Get the kids out!"
"I'm sure it was just!"
"Get them out! Now!" 
Crystal scurried up and clung to her mothers leg, 
"Let go sweetheart, mommy will be right back!" Crystal let go, and held on Brendan who was already walking out of the building. 
"Go stand over there with the nice policemen!" The kids walked over and stood, Brendan, the tallest, poked his head over the cop car, watching the segundo plane collide with the South tower. He covered Crystals eyes and ears, as dead bodies hit the ground in front of cop car. 
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Opinion by XxKFforeverXx posted over a year ago
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Fang sat on the beach, throwing rocks and watching them skip over the murky green water. He turned his head to sound of five pairs of fluttering wings behind him.
"What?"
"We need your help."
"With what, Max?"
"To find him, Fang."
"Why? You except me to help after you haven't come in contact with me in three years? I don't think so."
"Why?"
"I wouldn't help if you were the last person on earth." Fang chuckled and stood up, turning to face Max. Her dirty blonde blew in the wind and her soft brown eyes studied Fang. angel the youngest of the flock, knew what was about to happen, she quickly stood betwen them.
"Stop it!" angel knew the violent and angry thoughts going through his head, and she wasn't about to let him say them. Not after they'd just met after three years of being apart.
"Fang, please?" angel pulled softly on his hand, Fang looked down at her.
"No." He jerked his arm away and stepped back. .
"You can't be serious Fang! This is stupid!"
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Fan fiction by WallyXArtemis posted over a year ago
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Name:Tyler Stevenson

Age: 16

Alias: South

Personality: He's Australian, (Sorry I had to, I <3 Australians!) But usually talks with an accent, he's very smart, he's caring, he loves being there for others and he loves to tease people. He also has a snarky attitude. (Gets it from Blade. :) )

Relationship: SIngle!!

Looks ;): He has black hair and blue eyes, and he's built strongly. (is that even a word o.O)

Civies: Usually a dress camisa and tie, with the sleeves rolled up, he wears long dark jeans, (he hates skinny jeans) with black converse. But besides that he usually wears any camisa with jeans and converse.

'Stume: (;D) He's not much of a costume wearer but if he does, it's a black jaqueta and a black camisa with jeans and converse. (Not much of a 'stume)

Powers: He can control fire. (OMG BUT EVERYONE IS LIEK USING FIRE.. sorry I just like it)
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Fan fiction by InfinityYJ posted over a year ago
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“Despite the lies that you’re making
Your amor is mine for the taking
My amor is
Just waiting
To turn your tears to roses...”
A grim smile broke out on her face as she whispered the crude lyrics harshly, her throat dry from lack of water and too much inhaled rubble. Barefoot and barely alive, she stood from her crouching position and began to run on the rooftops, her hair practically taking a mind of it’s own as it flew out behind her in wild patterns. She wiped her nose with the back of her hand, coming back with a streak of blood, but she paid no attention as she leapt across the gap between the two buildings. Behind her she heard other footsteps but not once did she look back to see her old friends that weren’t her ‘friends’ anymore. Another jump, she was 5 feet away, 4, 3, 2...
But a wire launched out from behind her, and wrapped around her feet tightly, making her trip to the ground. From the wire came a high-voltage shock that made her gasp in pain. She flipped onto her back to find her once friends surrounding her. Atlantean, martian, half-kryptonian, sorceress, and archer. Another grim smile. “Hey, t’sup?”
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Opinion by ArtemisYJ posted over a year ago
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Well hello,
ArtemisYJ's RPer here. And I have some things I wanna say. The Young Justice role playing is kind-a....BONKAS.
My character Artemis got pregnant. seguinte thing I know 3 other people are pregnant. NOT cool. You can come up with your own drama. Don't copy other people. Use your own imagination.
Another thing that's not cool is spamming the wall. You don't need to post on that mural every other hour. I do notice a particular person that posts far to frequently and it gets annoying when the posts are pretty much the same thing over and over and over and over again.
Another thing. Your character, is not invincible. Some people have their characters doing impossible things. I know it's a cartoon but, unless your a gross zombie thing something must hurt your character. Young Justice may have fictional things happen but not everything is fictional. And your character can't do everything! Despite your mind, the character must have limits. Sure, they can be magical, but magic can't do everything.
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Fan fiction by AislingYJ posted over a year ago
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OOC: This is a one-shot that me and robinluv14 wrote together. We were really bored so this is kind of insane. Like really insane. It’s really random, and not on the timeline of our other stories or the rest of the wall. Which is why Fin is alive and Delta isn’t a traitor and all that. Well we wrote most of this before the Delta thing. We were just too lazy to finish it and post it.....Well I’m rambling, as usual, so here. Read. If you dare.

The sun had set, and gray dusk had overtaken Happy Harbor. Most of the team was piled in the cave, in the lounge, the kitchen, or in their respective bedrooms. Robin was standing in the main room, tapping his foot anxiously. He looked down at his wristwatch impatiently, head swinging back up towards the zeta tubes. “They should be back. They left early this morning, they should be back.” Delta smiled at him. “Hey, it’s Fin and Aisling. I’m sure they’re absolutely fine. They can handle a couple of druggies. It’s a joke we even gave that to them. They’re the only ones not affected por the whole Ravenna-Cadaver-Gage attack.”
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Guide by XxSilverScarsxX posted over a year ago
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So, as I've been gone, I've grown. My characters have grown with me. So, I'm going to give you an update! He's changed quite a bit.. whoops.

Character’s Name, Nicknames, and Aliases
Ciel E. Norrian, often called "Chopsticks" por Damian (brother). He has no known aliases.

Age, Sex, Ethnicity
17 years of age, caucasian, male

Hair colour, Eye colour, Height, Weight
Hair will change colour depending on mood, with pure white being the best mood and near black being the worst. His eyes are wisteria, and his left iris broken. He stands at 6'4, 147lbs.

Scars, Birthmarks, Tattoos, Piercings and other Defining Features
He has one major scar running from his left pectoral to his right hip. Multiple self-harm scars on his wrists and thighs. No tattoos.

History
From birth to age five, Ciel lived happily with his wealthy family. He has three other siblings: Damian, Elizabeth, and Preston. He was diagnosed with schizophrenia at age five.
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Opinion by SilverWings13 posted over a year ago
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Sowws if there are a billion typos, I’ve been waiting MONTHS to write this thing that took me twenty minutes. And yes, this is a week or two early, but the last artigo was like, a week or two late, so I'm pretending that they cancelar out. I know you guys are probs like OH LOOK mais DRAMA OOOOOH FUN with the deepest sarcasm, but juuust to keep anyone who wants to filled in...

It was delightfully quiet in the room. There was no mais screaming or shouting or rushing about the room. Yet it was far from over. The world would be set into fast progressivo, para a frente again soon, but for the moment Aryess was allowed wonder at the bright eyes staring up at her. The girl’s were a dark, steel gray, and the boy’s two azure lakes laced with the white froth of waterfalls. Their mother tried to savor the weight of both newborns in either arm, of the dark curls on her daughter’s head and dimples at the corners of her mouth. Aryess knew it would be a long time before she stared into her daughter’s eyes again, if ever again.
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Fan fiction by MidnightMadness posted over a year ago
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Lady Ellissa of Cambridge
This is my first thing. I hope you guys like it :S
Used a mix of information from different things.



Name: Lady Ellissa of Cambridge (Ella)
Alias: Kalika
Powers: When she touches a person, she puts them in a death-like coma, stealing memories and sometimes powers, skills, or character traits.
Occupation: Mercenary
Age: Unknown



Name: Donna Rose Tyler
Alias: Kalika
Powers: She has none, but has trained in karate.
Occupation: Hero
Age: 15
History:
Donna was only a regular girl. She was trained in the ways of karate and gymnastics since she was little. Her father raised her on his own, her mother having died after childbirth. Her best friend was her nanny, Linda, since her father had a full time job. She is a fast learner and dedicated student. She has a habit of building and tinkering with things in her spare time. Her life was sheltered till her father was killed in a hit-and-run. Linda became her legal guardian and only friend. After her father's death, Donna secluded herself from others with the knowledge that everyone dies. One night, she prayed for someone to...
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Guide by SilverWings13 posted over a year ago
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Names: Pollux and Castor

Ages: both 17 (twinzees!)

Species: demigoddesses

Birthplace: Egypt, along the Nile River

Appearances: As identical twins, the girls share the same darkened-bronze skin, round features, and coal-black curly hair. Pollux’s eyes are a cloudy white mist like the marine layer, while Castor’s are two starless night skies; their pupils are slitted like those of snakes. They have fangs that can extend from and retract into their gums. Pollux's venom paralyzes and kills; Castor's numbs pain. Also, they both have reptilian tails as long as the girls are tall. The tails aid in balance, sway when the girls are agitated/ on the hunt, and can be curled against their backs to hide under their clothes.

Mentioned: Cas is mentioned as Whisper’s night in link
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Fan fiction by Ashley-YJ posted over a year ago
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This is pointless!" I threw the travesseiro off the cama but found myself closing my eyes suddenly when the travesseiro crashed into my drawer. I turned to the side where I heard the crash and sprung open one eye to see the damage, "Oops." I sat up then looked at the alarm clock now with both eye wide open, "2:45 this sucks I can't sleep". I let out a deep sigh as I remove the covers off of me and came off the bed. As I robbed the back of my head I walked to the drawer examining the damage close up, there I saw that the travesseiro had cause some bottles to break when they fell off the drawer, "Oh well, since I can't sleep I'll just clear this up."
I got down to a clearing, I cleared the mess I cause with travesseiro and somehow I end up clearing my entire room. I swept, mopped and whipped. When I finished I sat on the cama then glanced at the clock once more, "3:15,"I hit my cheeks twice, "Still not an ounces of sleep in me."I thought to myself, "What to do? what to do?"An idea popped into my head, maybe a stupid one. I got off the cama and laid on the floor and began rounding across the room.
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Fan fiction by HyperKnight9X posted over a year ago
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This is actually the original version, with a thing or two changed.

Name: Silverbolt

Identity: Kyle Rhodes

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Eyes: Blue

Hair: Blonde

Hero or Villain: Hero

Mentor(s): Batman, Green Arqueiro (only in archery) and Black Canary.

Powers: His meta-gene grants him a healing factor, while Scion nanotech gives him enhanced strength, speed, agility, and senses when he concentrates.

Abilities: Marksman, expert in both armed and unarmed combat, acrobatics including parkour, tactician, stealth, and master archer (in his later years he can fogo five arrows faster than thought).

Equipment: Black and silver recurved bow, an arsenal (no pun intended) of arrows (from trick to lethal and non-lethal), knife, and stealth-tech.

Uniform: Similar to Red Arrow's in the picture, except silver instead of red, and wears a capota, capuz similar to Artemis' in her pre-Tigress days.
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Fan fiction by Robin_Love posted over a year ago
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Sylver
The cool wind ruffled his blonde hair. His steps were fast and sharp. Many heads turned as he walked down the cobblestoned path, mostly female. His sunglasses reflected the sights of the old city as he moved closer to the meeting spot. He stuffed his hands deep into the pockets of his black trench casaco despite the warm sun. He turned down a side street, then another. Quickly, he looked around before walking into the shadows of the building. When he stepped out of them, he stood in the middle of a burned down building, rotting furniture and material littering the floor. He looked around slowly, his face expressionless. He turned as he heard the sound of creaking wood. She stood there, hands crossed in front of her, with her hair in a high ponytail.
“I didn't think you were serious.”
“Why? Because you can't trust me?”
“Ahn no! It's not that at all.”
He looked away and walked around. Slowly, he looked back at her.
“Why did you call me?”
“It's about Metus.”
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Fan fiction by XxKFforeverXx posted over a year ago
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Don't take this as a coming back, I got bored and wrote this..



"You killed them, Brendan." A deep voice stood in complete darkness, to where even Fangs eyes couldn't see.

"Did, not." Each breath was pain to him. It hurt to breathe, move, think. Fang wanted to curl up and die, but he didn't.

Then how did they, hm? The voice spoke again but closer.

"Bombing.." Fang's voice was ruff. His dark black hair had grown back to it's normal length before it was cut off. He grunted and shook the hair from his eyes.

"Lies."

"I'm not lieing." He grunted and clenched his fists when an electric shock went through his body. "Nyggh. Damn bastards!" He shouted and janked at his restraints. Fang was dressed in a black v-neck shirt, along with his usual black jeans and vans. His leather jackets had long cuts and burn marks on it. "I'll kill you all." He said through gritted teeth. Fang dark brown eyes darted around the room, searching a plan of escape. He had been captured on his way back from a Navy Base. Fang had been missing for two months, and he was beginning to...
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Fan fiction by 221B-Baker posted over a year ago
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Greetings, dearies. I've come to find there are already Sherlock based OCs, so I'll just give you this little trouble maker. Ready? Read on!



This little Charrie goes por the name "Lucia Leighton". Blonde curls, esmeralda eyes and small build give her a supermodel look, minus the snobbishness and starving herself; she often eats like an elephant. She's a peppy, not-afraid-to-get-her-hands-dirty type of girl, full of enthusiasm and speeches to get you through any tough time. This young lady is, agile, flexible, and full of energy. Human -no powers here-, but her familiarization with technology -because of her aunt and uncle, who teach advanced college courses in technology- gives her a classic range of weapons and gadgets to get her through a jam; grappling gun, stun gun, and a signature burn she leaves on her victim's neck in the shape of a lipstick-stain-kiss. One of her hobbies is experimenting with technology, creating new gadgets to use. Her past, was not dark, it was not gloomy or tragic. She was raised on a farm in Montana, por a loving, caring family. When she was five, Lucia fell off the roof of her barn, slicing open her right arm, and leaving...
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Fan fiction by FangYJ posted over a year ago
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Brendan stood in the dark, much of his body was covered from the shadows. His brown eyes illuminated the darkness of the hideouts the Seals were currently sealed in. The sound of footsteps intruded his ears and the smell of whiskey form the soldiers, the old room was dust and muggy and it was starting to give him a headache. Brendan cocked his gun and pushed open the door and into the blinding sunlight. Sand swirled up from the baron land. Brendan coughed and waved away the dust he heard the shouting of Arabians from not far away.
"Great." He muttered and coughed gently, walking down the dirt roads of the small island. His combat boots were kicking up sand and dirt as he walked along the dusty road. He kicked up some dirt, not knowing what was surrounding him. His eyes widened when he felt a gun muzzle tip against the back of his gun, he whipped around, but he was surrounded por Arabians.



Instantly, his position was gave away to all and all armas were pointing on him. The Navy foca, selo took a deep breath and whispered.
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