The crimson and black clad vigilante made his way into the kitchen. cerveja and cerveja as far as one could see. Crusty sandwiches, empty potato chip bags littered the room. Revenge bent over to look for something when he heard a slight whimpering sound from the seguinte room. He wasn't prepared for a dog.
When Revenge walked into the room, he saw Melody sitting on the couch. Her anterior skimpy maid costume was gone. She was covered in an untied bathrobe. Her brown hair was damp, clinging to her shoulders. Revenge walked over to the window and looked at her. A sudden bolt of lightning flashed behind Revenge and the girl looked over. She saw a large, masculine silhouette.
"Oh...oh my god." she gasped, slowly standing up, but still backing away. "You--you're him. Red Revenge!"
The silhouette didn't reply. At that moment, Handsik walked out, a pistol in hand. "Don't move, freak!"
Revenge darted for the man. Handsik fired. The bullets imbedded themselves in Revenge. The Black Hero grabbed Handsik's face and knee-slammed it. He picked the man up and slammed him into the wall, punching and punching. He reared his fist back once mais and the man cringed.
"You treat her like she deserves." Revenge said. "Or something a lot mais lethal than my fist is coming towards your face seguinte time."
When Revenge walked into the room, he saw Melody sitting on the couch. Her anterior skimpy maid costume was gone. She was covered in an untied bathrobe. Her brown hair was damp, clinging to her shoulders. Revenge walked over to the window and looked at her. A sudden bolt of lightning flashed behind Revenge and the girl looked over. She saw a large, masculine silhouette.
"Oh...oh my god." she gasped, slowly standing up, but still backing away. "You--you're him. Red Revenge!"
The silhouette didn't reply. At that moment, Handsik walked out, a pistol in hand. "Don't move, freak!"
Revenge darted for the man. Handsik fired. The bullets imbedded themselves in Revenge. The Black Hero grabbed Handsik's face and knee-slammed it. He picked the man up and slammed him into the wall, punching and punching. He reared his fist back once mais and the man cringed.
"You treat her like she deserves." Revenge said. "Or something a lot mais lethal than my fist is coming towards your face seguinte time."
Secret ID: Adrian Martin
Age: 14
Appearance: about 5’8”, muscular but not super ripped, dirty blonde hair with a blue streak, one blue eye and one brown eye
Civvies: jeans, teeshirt, blue jean jacket, tubarão tooth necklace
Costume: civvies with sunglasses and wildly styled hair.
Personality: quiet, keeps to himself, a teeny bit egotistical when he talks, doesn’t like to talk to many girls, but does have a soft spot for some who seem down-to-earth
Powers: limited invulnerability, uses knives and blades, poison and explosives expert
Bio/History: He refuses to disclose this.
So.. yeah. That's me.