If you forgot, since I don't use this OC very often, D'ia is DiamondShadow, which is the dark angel.
Sunlight glistened of her black wings as she flew to her new boyfriends temple, her soul somewhat coming back to her as she became happy from the thought of seeing him. Her white hair flew up into the air as she came down to the ground, wings coming back into her body, walking into the somewhat Aztec temple. The girls grey eyes looked around as she went to his throne, looking at all the blood incorporated tributes and statues. Once she reached the trono room, she saw Ez sitting on the throne, sternly talking to a few of his slaves. When he saw her, he smiles and told his slaves to leave him alone, not to disturb him. The crazy killer came down to her, smiling like an idiot as he looked at her porcelana face with a perfectly painted small smile. He stood in front of her, just staring at her, smiling so much that his cheeks hurt. The dark angel threw her head back and let out a small laugh, her snow white hair getting into her face, covering her light grey eyes. He gave her a slightly confused look.
"What's so funny?" D'ia shook her head, her white hair moving with her head. She looked at him and smiled her small smile.
"You!" His red eyes gave her another confused look.
"How am I funny?" The dark angel shrugged her shoulders and chuckled softly.
"You just are. Coming over here, saying nothing, just staring at me smiling." He turned a little red, embarrassed. D'ia laughed again, her grey eyes lit up with joy. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about sweetie!" Ez smiled at her, still a little red from blushing. The dark haired man picked her up and carried her to his throne, sitting down in it and holding her in his lap. The girls soul began to become good and pure, without her noticing, and revering to her 5-year-old angel self. D'ia's body began to shrink as she rest her head on his shoulder. Ez looked down at her, his blood red eyes in shock and confusion.
"D'ia? What's happening?" The girl looked down at herself, then up at him.
"I have no idea..." she said, her voice trailing off slightly. As she shrunk down to about the size of a 5-year-old, her black wings sprung from her shoulder blades and began to molt, the new feathers coming quickly and as pure white as her hair. When she had completely stopped changing, she was a small angel, pure hearted and good, sitting in the lap of a blood crazy man, his coração only pure and good for the one he loved.
"D'ia?" He asked, making sure it was her.
"Yes?" she replied, her voice a little mais high pitched and quiet than before.
"What happened?"
"I don't know," she said, looking back at her now white wings, "It seems I've become my 5-year-old angel self from when after I died... But I don't know how it is possible." The red eyed man looked as his love, who had shrunk into a child before his eyes. He didn't know what to do. He was not good with children, and had never had to take care of one. Ez cleared his throat a little before speaking, after thinking for a few minutes.
"Maybe I could try a few spells. So you could become your age again."
"They might not work," she said, thinking, "some spells do not work on angels."
"I will only try if you let me." The porcelana doll nodded, giving him permission to try a few spells. The blood thirsty man smiles and picked her up, carrying her like she was a small baby; and took her to a fonte filled with blood. Ez pulled out a faca and pushes it against his skin, not cutting yet. D'ia's eyes widened, seeing the sharp faca at his skin.
"What are you doing?"
"Getting ready to start the spell."
"Do you have to cut yourself?" she asked, her voice quiet and full of fear.
"The spell works better when you use the blood of the person who loves the person the spell is being used on," he told her as he cut himself a little, some of the blood dripping into the pool, some falling onto her smooth pale skin.
"You are going to have to get into the pool for the spell babe." The girl put her arms out in front of her, trying to get him to lift her up into the blood. It took him a few segundos to understand what she wanted, then finally picked the little girl up and set her in the blood. Ez began to mutter a spell, making the blood bubble and rise a little. D'ia looked at him, seeing him concentrate hard on the spell. The small girl looked down at herself, noticing her body changing as he chanted the spell. She went from age 5 to age 8, age 8 to age 14, until she finally became 17-years-old once more.
"Sweetie, you can stop now," she told him, her voice full of purity and generosity. He stopped chanting, the blood calming down in the pool D'ia still sat in, and came down to the floor, most of his energy drained from his concentration. The girl came out of the pool, blood dripping on the floor as she sat seguinte to him, lifting his head with her thin hand.
"Sweetie? Are you okay?" she asked him, her voice soft and worried.
"I'm fine babe. The spell just uses a lot of my power, but it was worth it to bring you back," he said, smiling up at her. The angel smiled an innocent smile back at him, planting a gentile kiss on his cheek. He started to smile at her uncontrollably, making her laugh softly again, her snowy hair flying into her face.
"Babe, could you get me up? I don't have enough strength to stand." She nodded and picked him up, holding him as if she were cradling him like a child. D'ia walked over to his Aztec looking trono and sat him down in it, standing in front of him, her white feathery wings in the air. Ez smiled and pat his lap, wanting her to sit down with him.
"Are you sure?" The blood thirsty man nodded, extending a hand towards her. The angel took his hand and carefully sat down in his lap, resting her head on his shoulder. He smiled, wrapping and arm around her after she put her wings back into her shoulder blades. D'ia curled up in his lap, cuddling closer to him without hurting him. Ex wrapped his arms around her, holding her protectively as he fell asleep in his throne. Before he fell asleep, the angel whispered something to him.
"I amor you," she said.
"I amor you too," he said, his face in a permanent smile as he fell asleep.
Sunlight glistened of her black wings as she flew to her new boyfriends temple, her soul somewhat coming back to her as she became happy from the thought of seeing him. Her white hair flew up into the air as she came down to the ground, wings coming back into her body, walking into the somewhat Aztec temple. The girls grey eyes looked around as she went to his throne, looking at all the blood incorporated tributes and statues. Once she reached the trono room, she saw Ez sitting on the throne, sternly talking to a few of his slaves. When he saw her, he smiles and told his slaves to leave him alone, not to disturb him. The crazy killer came down to her, smiling like an idiot as he looked at her porcelana face with a perfectly painted small smile. He stood in front of her, just staring at her, smiling so much that his cheeks hurt. The dark angel threw her head back and let out a small laugh, her snow white hair getting into her face, covering her light grey eyes. He gave her a slightly confused look.
"What's so funny?" D'ia shook her head, her white hair moving with her head. She looked at him and smiled her small smile.
"You!" His red eyes gave her another confused look.
"How am I funny?" The dark angel shrugged her shoulders and chuckled softly.
"You just are. Coming over here, saying nothing, just staring at me smiling." He turned a little red, embarrassed. D'ia laughed again, her grey eyes lit up with joy. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about sweetie!" Ez smiled at her, still a little red from blushing. The dark haired man picked her up and carried her to his throne, sitting down in it and holding her in his lap. The girls soul began to become good and pure, without her noticing, and revering to her 5-year-old angel self. D'ia's body began to shrink as she rest her head on his shoulder. Ez looked down at her, his blood red eyes in shock and confusion.
"D'ia? What's happening?" The girl looked down at herself, then up at him.
"I have no idea..." she said, her voice trailing off slightly. As she shrunk down to about the size of a 5-year-old, her black wings sprung from her shoulder blades and began to molt, the new feathers coming quickly and as pure white as her hair. When she had completely stopped changing, she was a small angel, pure hearted and good, sitting in the lap of a blood crazy man, his coração only pure and good for the one he loved.
"D'ia?" He asked, making sure it was her.
"Yes?" she replied, her voice a little mais high pitched and quiet than before.
"What happened?"
"I don't know," she said, looking back at her now white wings, "It seems I've become my 5-year-old angel self from when after I died... But I don't know how it is possible." The red eyed man looked as his love, who had shrunk into a child before his eyes. He didn't know what to do. He was not good with children, and had never had to take care of one. Ez cleared his throat a little before speaking, after thinking for a few minutes.
"Maybe I could try a few spells. So you could become your age again."
"They might not work," she said, thinking, "some spells do not work on angels."
"I will only try if you let me." The porcelana doll nodded, giving him permission to try a few spells. The blood thirsty man smiles and picked her up, carrying her like she was a small baby; and took her to a fonte filled with blood. Ez pulled out a faca and pushes it against his skin, not cutting yet. D'ia's eyes widened, seeing the sharp faca at his skin.
"What are you doing?"
"Getting ready to start the spell."
"Do you have to cut yourself?" she asked, her voice quiet and full of fear.
"The spell works better when you use the blood of the person who loves the person the spell is being used on," he told her as he cut himself a little, some of the blood dripping into the pool, some falling onto her smooth pale skin.
"You are going to have to get into the pool for the spell babe." The girl put her arms out in front of her, trying to get him to lift her up into the blood. It took him a few segundos to understand what she wanted, then finally picked the little girl up and set her in the blood. Ez began to mutter a spell, making the blood bubble and rise a little. D'ia looked at him, seeing him concentrate hard on the spell. The small girl looked down at herself, noticing her body changing as he chanted the spell. She went from age 5 to age 8, age 8 to age 14, until she finally became 17-years-old once more.
"Sweetie, you can stop now," she told him, her voice full of purity and generosity. He stopped chanting, the blood calming down in the pool D'ia still sat in, and came down to the floor, most of his energy drained from his concentration. The girl came out of the pool, blood dripping on the floor as she sat seguinte to him, lifting his head with her thin hand.
"Sweetie? Are you okay?" she asked him, her voice soft and worried.
"I'm fine babe. The spell just uses a lot of my power, but it was worth it to bring you back," he said, smiling up at her. The angel smiled an innocent smile back at him, planting a gentile kiss on his cheek. He started to smile at her uncontrollably, making her laugh softly again, her snowy hair flying into her face.
"Babe, could you get me up? I don't have enough strength to stand." She nodded and picked him up, holding him as if she were cradling him like a child. D'ia walked over to his Aztec looking trono and sat him down in it, standing in front of him, her white feathery wings in the air. Ez smiled and pat his lap, wanting her to sit down with him.
"Are you sure?" The blood thirsty man nodded, extending a hand towards her. The angel took his hand and carefully sat down in his lap, resting her head on his shoulder. He smiled, wrapping and arm around her after she put her wings back into her shoulder blades. D'ia curled up in his lap, cuddling closer to him without hurting him. Ex wrapped his arms around her, holding her protectively as he fell asleep in his throne. Before he fell asleep, the angel whispered something to him.
"I amor you," she said.
"I amor you too," he said, his face in a permanent smile as he fell asleep.
Hair:
Where i was originally born, i was royalty. Chosen immediately because my hair was white. In my tribe white hair was a rarity. And that child would become the queen or king at the earliest time possible. I became queen at the age of eight. I was wiser than i sounded. I was terrifying, yet generous. I helped and protected when ever necessary. But When my indecent occurred, and i was banished i left. And i was replaced por a new queen. A seven ano old girl with short white hair. At that time i had long white hair.
It was to grow out for however long i was ruling. Now i had to cut. It was custom. Now i cut and left my hair grow out at what ever pace i choose. But as i look at my hair and see it flow, the pain flows too. The past i had. I loved it so. But it was part of my cursed color of hair that i became who i am. but then without it now...who would i be? Would i be here? Would i have the friends i do now?
Where i was originally born, i was royalty. Chosen immediately because my hair was white. In my tribe white hair was a rarity. And that child would become the queen or king at the earliest time possible. I became queen at the age of eight. I was wiser than i sounded. I was terrifying, yet generous. I helped and protected when ever necessary. But When my indecent occurred, and i was banished i left. And i was replaced por a new queen. A seven ano old girl with short white hair. At that time i had long white hair.
It was to grow out for however long i was ruling. Now i had to cut. It was custom. Now i cut and left my hair grow out at what ever pace i choose. But as i look at my hair and see it flow, the pain flows too. The past i had. I loved it so. But it was part of my cursed color of hair that i became who i am. but then without it now...who would i be? Would i be here? Would i have the friends i do now?
Eyes:
My eyes are cast as a clear Silver. It helps pull the information from my target. And when my eyes glow, it only glows brighter, no need to change color. At one point my eye color showed dominance. Nothing got passed me. I saw it all.
But after i was over throw i was looked down upon. Like i was nothing. I felt hurt. Then my eyes glowed. Like a cursed child, my body levitated from the ground and i gained many gasps. And curses. I destroyed my tribe. The nation i once protected, now needed protection. And worse, from me.
I can never look into a mirror now, those eyes that pierce themselves into my soul. That make me feel my own inflicted pain. I cannot look into someones eyes and hear them say i am beautiful. Because i wont believe it.
My eyes are cast as a clear Silver. It helps pull the information from my target. And when my eyes glow, it only glows brighter, no need to change color. At one point my eye color showed dominance. Nothing got passed me. I saw it all.
But after i was over throw i was looked down upon. Like i was nothing. I felt hurt. Then my eyes glowed. Like a cursed child, my body levitated from the ground and i gained many gasps. And curses. I destroyed my tribe. The nation i once protected, now needed protection. And worse, from me.
I can never look into a mirror now, those eyes that pierce themselves into my soul. That make me feel my own inflicted pain. I cannot look into someones eyes and hear them say i am beautiful. Because i wont believe it.
That's right! I'm still waiting on the descrição from Robin_Love, but the seguinte Young Justice Episode has some spoilers and news.
Young Justice Invasion
Episode 8: "Satisfaction"
Description: N/A
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SPOILERS: So far, all I have is Miss Martian mind rapes someone.
UPDATE: That "someone" is supposedly Superboy when he tries to save Tigress/Aqualad.
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I know! I know! Not much! But instead of ten consecutive mural posts, this will be updated. So check back daily!!!!
Young Justice Invasion
Episode 8: "Satisfaction"
Description: N/A
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SPOILERS: So far, all I have is Miss Martian mind rapes someone.
UPDATE: That "someone" is supposedly Superboy when he tries to save Tigress/Aqualad.
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I know! I know! Not much! But instead of ten consecutive mural posts, this will be updated. So check back daily!!!!
Copy
"WELL I FEEL FUCKING COPIED" -Mclovin_69
Guys, lets be serious. Since Artemis got pregnant, at least 10 (if not more) OCs have gotton pregnant.
Mclovin and I came up with the unique, never-before-used RP idea together and its kind of annoying you guys continue to copy.
I know it sounds kind of cocky and full of ourselves but weather you conciously knew what you were doing or not. You did.
Honestly, me and Mclovin aren't very happy with it. And sick of our idea being used and no one ever even asked if they could. They just took it.
And in general, when you copy anyone. Its so irritating to see someone take your idea you worked to come up with. So guys. Come up with your own ideas. I know you can do it. You guys come up with your own OCs so make your own ideas.
"WELL I FEEL FUCKING COPIED" -Mclovin_69
Guys, lets be serious. Since Artemis got pregnant, at least 10 (if not more) OCs have gotton pregnant.
Mclovin and I came up with the unique, never-before-used RP idea together and its kind of annoying you guys continue to copy.
I know it sounds kind of cocky and full of ourselves but weather you conciously knew what you were doing or not. You did.
Honestly, me and Mclovin aren't very happy with it. And sick of our idea being used and no one ever even asked if they could. They just took it.
And in general, when you copy anyone. Its so irritating to see someone take your idea you worked to come up with. So guys. Come up with your own ideas. I know you can do it. You guys come up with your own OCs so make your own ideas.