Static Shock Test
Prologue:
"Sharon! For the last time, I am not eating yo' egg smoothies!"
"Son, eat your breakfast."
"Breakfast?! You call this breakfast?" the teen asked, indicating his plate. "I call it a smoothie! And Sharon should've added strawberries! And a glass."
"You know that is exactly how momma used to cook them!"
"Strange. I don't remember having to eat her's with a spoon!"
"Son, just eat. The school bus'll be here any minute."
"Yes, pops." the boy said dejectedly.
The strife over breakfast between Sharon and Virgil Hawkins was not uncommon in the Hawkins household. The fifteen ano old African-American constantly rejected his seventeen ano old sister's food. His complaint was it wasn't "how momma cooked it".
After eating his eggs, and making a point to slurp loudly as he did, the teen stumbled up the stairs to grab his backpack and finish cleaning up. Virgil walked into the bathroom and ran a hand through his dreadlocks. He tried shaking them up, but that made it look like he slept on them funny, so he gave it up.
The boy wasn't bad looking. He was firm and muscular, his body was shaped like that of a superhero, and he still couldn't grow a beard.
"Hey! Catnip!" Sharon called from downstairs. "You done shaving those three whiskers?"
Virgil slammed the door shut and picked up his father's razor. He activated it and ran it over his chin, muttering a rap as he did.
"Hey!" Sharon called again, opening the door. "The bus will be here in five minutes. Hurry up!"
"Oh, shove off!" Virgil said. "You just want in so you can waste thirty minutos in the shower!"
"I do not! I need to use this room!"
"What for?" Virgil asked with a smirk upon his youthful face.
"For taking a shower!" Sharon exclaimed. "And...um.... Brushing my teeth!"
"Sure," Virgil said, turning back to the mirror to admire his freshly shaved chin and adding his final witty retort. "Cucumber eyes."
"Ooohhh!!!" Sharon exclaimed, clenching her fists. Virgil walked out, a smug look on his face.
"And will you put a camisa on?" Sharon called after him. "We all know you've been working out at the gym! No need to show that one and a half muscle off!"
"Well at least I'm trying to look masculine!" Virgil called. He screamed and shut his door as a hair dryer flew at it.
"Dude!"
Virgil screamed again. He looked up to see his caucasian friend floating outside his window, in full green-white costume.
"Richie! Man, you scared me to death!" Virgil said, standing up.
"Me or your sister?" Richie smirked.
Virgil glowered at him.
"Anyway, straight to the point: put on your tights, Hotstreak's downtown. He partnered with a few other metas and is terrorizing a mall."
"Which meta-humans?" Virgil asked as he ducked into his closet to change.
"Aquamaria, Puff, Onyx, Ebon..." Richie rattled off the junior criminal's names as he counted them on his fingers.
"Whoah, Ebon?" Virgil's voice came from the closet. "I thought Mr. Shadows was in meta-jail."
"Yeah, well, so were all the others. Someone broke them all out."
"Who?"
"Dunno."
Virgil emerged from his closet dressed in full static costume: black sleeveless t-shirt with a yellow lighting bolt over a círculo of the same color. Black pants, yellow utility belt, white and blue mask along with his navy blue trench casaco proclaimed him Dakota City's hero: Static Shock.
"Let's go." Virgil said, pulling out his disk and hopping on it. He and Gear flew off towards downtown, where a smoke nuvem was rising.
WHADDAYA THINK? SHOULD I CONTINUE?
Prologue:
"Sharon! For the last time, I am not eating yo' egg smoothies!"
"Son, eat your breakfast."
"Breakfast?! You call this breakfast?" the teen asked, indicating his plate. "I call it a smoothie! And Sharon should've added strawberries! And a glass."
"You know that is exactly how momma used to cook them!"
"Strange. I don't remember having to eat her's with a spoon!"
"Son, just eat. The school bus'll be here any minute."
"Yes, pops." the boy said dejectedly.
The strife over breakfast between Sharon and Virgil Hawkins was not uncommon in the Hawkins household. The fifteen ano old African-American constantly rejected his seventeen ano old sister's food. His complaint was it wasn't "how momma cooked it".
After eating his eggs, and making a point to slurp loudly as he did, the teen stumbled up the stairs to grab his backpack and finish cleaning up. Virgil walked into the bathroom and ran a hand through his dreadlocks. He tried shaking them up, but that made it look like he slept on them funny, so he gave it up.
The boy wasn't bad looking. He was firm and muscular, his body was shaped like that of a superhero, and he still couldn't grow a beard.
"Hey! Catnip!" Sharon called from downstairs. "You done shaving those three whiskers?"
Virgil slammed the door shut and picked up his father's razor. He activated it and ran it over his chin, muttering a rap as he did.
"Hey!" Sharon called again, opening the door. "The bus will be here in five minutes. Hurry up!"
"Oh, shove off!" Virgil said. "You just want in so you can waste thirty minutos in the shower!"
"I do not! I need to use this room!"
"What for?" Virgil asked with a smirk upon his youthful face.
"For taking a shower!" Sharon exclaimed. "And...um.... Brushing my teeth!"
"Sure," Virgil said, turning back to the mirror to admire his freshly shaved chin and adding his final witty retort. "Cucumber eyes."
"Ooohhh!!!" Sharon exclaimed, clenching her fists. Virgil walked out, a smug look on his face.
"And will you put a camisa on?" Sharon called after him. "We all know you've been working out at the gym! No need to show that one and a half muscle off!"
"Well at least I'm trying to look masculine!" Virgil called. He screamed and shut his door as a hair dryer flew at it.
"Dude!"
Virgil screamed again. He looked up to see his caucasian friend floating outside his window, in full green-white costume.
"Richie! Man, you scared me to death!" Virgil said, standing up.
"Me or your sister?" Richie smirked.
Virgil glowered at him.
"Anyway, straight to the point: put on your tights, Hotstreak's downtown. He partnered with a few other metas and is terrorizing a mall."
"Which meta-humans?" Virgil asked as he ducked into his closet to change.
"Aquamaria, Puff, Onyx, Ebon..." Richie rattled off the junior criminal's names as he counted them on his fingers.
"Whoah, Ebon?" Virgil's voice came from the closet. "I thought Mr. Shadows was in meta-jail."
"Yeah, well, so were all the others. Someone broke them all out."
"Who?"
"Dunno."
Virgil emerged from his closet dressed in full static costume: black sleeveless t-shirt with a yellow lighting bolt over a círculo of the same color. Black pants, yellow utility belt, white and blue mask along with his navy blue trench casaco proclaimed him Dakota City's hero: Static Shock.
"Let's go." Virgil said, pulling out his disk and hopping on it. He and Gear flew off towards downtown, where a smoke nuvem was rising.
WHADDAYA THINK? SHOULD I CONTINUE?
I deleted some, and gained one..so here ya go! If the OC isn't on here, they're probably deleted. Or I forgot some...which is likely.
Heroes:
Brendan Adams- Fang
Jaime Adams- Valac
Alexis Adams
Alexandria "Alex" Douglas- Nudge
Scott "Scotty" Clancy- White Lightning
Dawson Ryan- Ryu
Daniel Clancy- Spectreo
Jonas Clinton- Nighthawk
And the newest, Hinata Kennedy *cuddles him*
Villains:
Dallas Union- Seraphs
Kenlie Saunder- Ravenna
Blake Douglas- Kid Devil.
Hinatas bio should be up sometime, not sure when!
Heroes:
Brendan Adams- Fang
Jaime Adams- Valac
Alexis Adams
Alexandria "Alex" Douglas- Nudge
Scott "Scotty" Clancy- White Lightning
Dawson Ryan- Ryu
Daniel Clancy- Spectreo
Jonas Clinton- Nighthawk
And the newest, Hinata Kennedy *cuddles him*
Villains:
Dallas Union- Seraphs
Kenlie Saunder- Ravenna
Blake Douglas- Kid Devil.
Hinatas bio should be up sometime, not sure when!
Brendan stood in his Navy uniform in silence.
"Why....why did you do it?" He pulled off his hat, and stared at the memorial, it was a tribute to the fallen soldiers. Brendan dipped his finger in black paint, and started composição literária his friends name on the wall. They begged you not to go into this. You knew it was suicide mission, escpically with your powers. She begged you gods sake. I don't get why you did it...but I guess you made your choice. Tears slid down Brendans face I guess, you felt it was your place, to take that spot. But you brought down a evil force, a force so strong, that only you could break it. The Government will pay. They'll pay for what they put you through. I swear I'll avenge your death. Brendan wiped his hands clean and walked away. He had thirty-hours until he boarded the submarine, that's when his plan went underway.
Anyone got any idea who sacrificed themself?
"Why....why did you do it?" He pulled off his hat, and stared at the memorial, it was a tribute to the fallen soldiers. Brendan dipped his finger in black paint, and started composição literária his friends name on the wall. They begged you not to go into this. You knew it was suicide mission, escpically with your powers. She begged you gods sake. I don't get why you did it...but I guess you made your choice. Tears slid down Brendans face I guess, you felt it was your place, to take that spot. But you brought down a evil force, a force so strong, that only you could break it. The Government will pay. They'll pay for what they put you through. I swear I'll avenge your death. Brendan wiped his hands clean and walked away. He had thirty-hours until he boarded the submarine, that's when his plan went underway.
Anyone got any idea who sacrificed themself?
Excerpt-
"Is this cool or what?!" the teen exclaimed mais than asked. His companion merely grunted a reply barely audible over the cheering crowd.
"Oh come on! How can you not like him?!"
"Do I really need to tell you again, Parker?"
"Yes."
"He's an eccentric, playboy billionaire who goes out at night and--"
"And?" Peter asked, smirk plastered to his face.
Sam grinned. "Ah, you're right." He frowned again. "I still don't like him."
"Whatever." Peter said, waving his hand absentmindedly.
"And now, ladies and gentlemen, Samuel Grant!"
The crowd burst into fresh cheers as Sam walked on-stage and shook the billionaire's hand. "Pleasure to meet you Mr. Stark."
"He's a natural actor." Peter shrugged.
"Is this cool or what?!" the teen exclaimed mais than asked. His companion merely grunted a reply barely audible over the cheering crowd.
"Oh come on! How can you not like him?!"
"Do I really need to tell you again, Parker?"
"Yes."
"He's an eccentric, playboy billionaire who goes out at night and--"
"And?" Peter asked, smirk plastered to his face.
Sam grinned. "Ah, you're right." He frowned again. "I still don't like him."
"Whatever." Peter said, waving his hand absentmindedly.
"And now, ladies and gentlemen, Samuel Grant!"
The crowd burst into fresh cheers as Sam walked on-stage and shook the billionaire's hand. "Pleasure to meet you Mr. Stark."
"He's a natural actor." Peter shrugged.
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance: blonde hair and dark blue eyes ( eyes can change colour depending on mood)
Personality: she is very strong willed and powerful, she often enjoys sparing but seems to be very stubborn when she needs help or is in danger.
Powers/ Abilities: she can teleport ( but usually fails) she is very handy with her sword and has many skills in combat .
Past: when she was young, her mother died being stabbed por her father and she was abused por her father for many years, she ran away and was set off on her own until she was found por flash and was recommeneded to jooin the team.
( hope you like it i worked really hard and think i did a good job)