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posted by InfinityYJ
 With the hair down.
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.*

Personality:
    Alyssa’s rather egotistical and a show-off. She’s been told many times por her sisters and a couple of friends, but she’s been aware of this ever since she was younger. As she got older she became mais open and nicer to some people, but otherwise she’s extremely rude and tries her best to stick her nose into other people’s business. There is exactly one week every ano where she is nothing but quiet and solemn, refusing to deduct or smart mouth anyone. No one exactly knows the reason behind this. She’s really stubborn when you mention her brother, actually, she’s just stubborn in general.
    She gets excited when people bring up hard mysteries, like triple homicides in a locked room or a kid who was missing for 10 years and there is no trail to follow. She doesn’t exactly understand the importance of holidays, but she doesn’t exactly mind them. When she’s drunk she’s loud and really obnoxious. When she’s bored, she’ll whine for hours on end, occasionally venting her deductions at someone and yelling (or shooting) at the wall.

Background:
    Alyssa’s british, born and raised in Londres until she was 10. She lived with her sister, Sheryl, and her brother, Mike. Sheyrl was once threatened with her husband’s life, so she promised that as long as her husband wasn’t harmed, she would kill herself. Sheryl did so, and Alyssa moved to the U.S. with Mike to avoid ever being threatened again. Three years later Sheryl reappeared, proclaiming herself ‘not dead yet,’ and the family was back together again. However, because of this, Alyssa was struck with hysterical blindness for the three years of her life. She did get over it, and swore never to let anything like that happen again.
    Alyssa was actually a stillborn. The reason she’s still alive is because she was cursed back into existence, shocking her parents, who didn’t know the reason for her sudden revival. Something told her that she had a purpose in life, and when the time came she’d have to ‘rekindle a fire’ in order to ‘keep forever strong.’ She still isn’t exactly sure what that means, but she has a small scar/symbol as a mark of her curse on her left hand.

Notes:
-born left-handed, but taught herself to become ambidextrous because using her left palm sometimes burned
-deathly afraid of hights. When Sheryl jumped, it only made the fear worse
-because of her three blind years, her other senses were heightened slightly. Some people think she has super hearing because of how well she can hear, but it’s nothing compared to Superboy’s
-she plays the violin. Occasionally she composes her own pieces.
-she likes leitura poetry, Shakespeare, and The Illiad
-fluent in French, Latin, and Russian
-occasionally listens to rock songs and electronic, but she’s mais prone to indie and classical music
-she learned how to shoot from her uncle, who served some time in the military
-her faca throwing abilities come from her brother’s bodyguard
-the smarts run in the family
-Tea. TEA. If she’s gone insane, if she’s angry, bored, if she’s shooting off deductions at the speed of sound-- the answer is always good tea. Four sugars, with milk.
 chibi Civvies :D
Chibi Civvies :D
 She was running track?
She was running track?
 Costume (with visor)
Costume (with visor)
 Costume (with overcoat)
Costume (with overcoat)
posted by GlitterPuff
Phoebe took Rene to her apartment. Of course while Phoebe took her home, Rene clung to her as much as possible. Phoebe tried to pry her off without hurting her severely. They went into Rene’s apartment; the red head sitting on the couch, looking at what she though was her mother.

    “Okay R- Cosette, please stay here."

    “But, I want to go out, and see people.”

    “No! I mean, it’s too late Cosette. Maybe another time…”

    “Okay…” Rene said, looking down at the floor. Phoebe laid her down...
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posted by GlitterPuff
The girl sat in the training room, playing with a bunch of potions. She pulled a heavy cauldron from out of her locker and put it in the center of the room. The girl put in a few neon colored potions and a dark blue powder inside, stirring it with a big wooden spoon. A mist rose from the pot, making the room smell like tomilho and rosemary. She said a few magic words, making the creation bubble, rising from the pot. Her voice grew as she said a spell and BAM! The creation exploded, making her fall back. Rene sat up and rubbed her head, looking around herself, confused.

    “Where...
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((I'm planning to make this 3 parts... depending on my mood))

He watched her. Small strands of her spunky, short blonde hair, waved gently at him as they peered from her red capuz, capa and dazzled in the sunlight peeking through the árvore tops.

She turned gazing into the trees and he sucked in his breath hoping he'd gone unnoticed. Red eyes blazed at him but the girl quickly turned to the small house and stood at the door.

The boy's blue eyes followed the waves and billows of the red capa that draped her shoulders and stature perfectly. He'd followed her her, not in por watching her, no, his heart...
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posted by Blitz359
The escape plan didn't work out as planned.

As the gang began to make their exit, two gunshots rang out, and someone cried out in pain. "Scotch!" Valeriya exclaimed. She crumpled, and behind her, the thug that Aryess had left alive was standing with a pistol raised and a smirk on his face. "One down..." he muttered to himself. In an instant, where his head used to be was but a spray of blood. Throwing his sword on the ground, Richi knelt beside Scotch as she lay bleeding. The others ran over too, concerned for their injured teammate. "Two gunshot wounds," Richi noted, "one to the stomach, the...
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posted by Robin_Love
He paced back and forth in his room. He couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, knowing that Tara was in the hands of a relentless murderer. He racked his brain for any kind of solution, any plan. But he didn't even know where she had been taken.
He had to figure that out first. Alek moved to his desk, scanning every piece of weaponry and equipment. His eyes fell on a small box. It could fit in his palm, round with a latched top. It was only about two inches tall, an inch deep. It wasn't very heavy despite the authentic silver rim and latches.
The box itself was a navy blue velvet. It looked like it...
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“You never let Wally have a choice, Bruce!” Artemis exclaimed. “He’s a grown man! Not some child for you to boss around!”

“No,” Wally said quietly, still looking at the suit. “Barry and Bruce are right. The world will always need a speedster. I have to take up the mantle.”

Batman touched his comm. He sighed. “I think some other people need some debriefing. Back in an hour.”

“So, you’re going back?” Artemis asked as the Dark Knight’s footsteps faded away.

In the distance, the zeta hummed to life. “Yes,” Wally said. “I have to. But I want to ask you a favor too.”...
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posted by InfinityYJ
So, this is my new story... Yeah... link Enjoy~

Hiding in an alleyway, the small neko girl’s ears twitched as the sound of soft footsteps approached. Her green eyes went wide and she grabbed her backpack, slinging it over her shoulder and dashing further into the passage. Her light brown hair fluttered out behind her and her tail curled up. She ran into a dead end, a small sob escaping her. She looked behind her as the footsteps became louder and began to climb the gutter pole to get to the roof.
When she was about halfway up, the footsteps slowed, and from the shadows another teen came out....
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posted by Obscurity98
(( You all better know who these people are, cause if u don’t, just skip to the end and I’ll give you the story in layman’s terms. ))

Harley’s arms were chained, and blood stained everything around her. And the blood wasn’t even hers. She coughed, when a voice boomed from the shadows, “Why if we could not get the Last Son of Krypton, just get something better. Exact powers, same weaknesses, but more. Stronger, mais power. The Last Daughter of Krypton. Give into hopelessness my dear. Freedom is a lie.” A body came closer, wrinkled face, bobbed white hair, and sly and dangerous eyes....
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Short chapter is short.

Harley walked out the infirmary, glancing back warily inside as she made her way to the living area. When the occupants saw her, a couple sat up straighter, hoping for some good information. A small smile spread across her face as she said, “She’ll live.”
Ariel sighed in relief, as did many others, while Fang nodded once, the ghost of a smile on his lips. Revenge stood as Rene came into the room, all seriousness. “There’s a small problem, though,” she murmured into her hand.
“What kind of problem?” Tanner asked, concerned. Eric watched Rene closely, while...
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posted by SilverWings13
Collaberation por TwanYJ/ Twan/ the Twaninator/ Big T and SilverWings13/ Ducky/ the chick that needs to stop making up redonculous nicknames for everyone. Enjoy~

Rene slipped on the vest over her suéter, camisola and pulled the straps tight. She looked at the black mask on the mesa, tabela and studied it a moment before putting it on. 
"Why are we wearing this, again?" Rene turned to see Silver standing in the doorway. She was outfitted in a similar uniform- black face mask (tinted glass, to support her secret ID), camouflage sweatshirt, dark denim jeans, grey gloves, and combat boots. 
Rene shrugged, "This...
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In which the reader is forced to wait while I try and figure out what's coming up next. >-<

“Patience, Kyra.”
She got goosebumps at Chelsea’s calm voice, tears escaping down her face. The pain of the gold was immense but she couldn’t place why-- skin contact hadn’t affected her before. Chelsea’s chuckled reached her as she took in a shuddering breath. “I assumed it would pain you mais than you believed.”
The dark cloth over her eyes slipped away and she blinked a couple of times. Chelsea sat across from her, scraping a jagged faca on rock, making earsplitting screeches....
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posted by ValacYJ
 Sarah, minus the wings.
Sarah, minus the wings.
Thought you needed to know about Scott's "innocent" little sister.

Name: Sarah Clancy
Alias: "Angel" As called por the battle front.
Appearance: Sarah is a girl with long silvery white hair and gold eyes. She wears the standard uniform of the afterlife school, white knee-high socks and brown loafers and a pale blue barrette on the back of her hair.
Powers/skills: Hand Sonic: Calls forth a single blade or a pair of blades on each hand. The blades are capable of slicing through steel or even easily dispatching of Shadows.
◾Hand Sonic [Version One]: Regular shape resembling a longsword.
◾Hand...
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The city was dark and cold. Even in summer, especially this summer, the nights were still cold. They were about to get colder. Moscow provided many shadows and alleyways to hide in. One was about to be used against the city itself. 

The man pulled out a cellphone and called. His silhouette was spotted three streets over por a professional sniper. The sniper had no interest in killing the man, however. He was the backup. 

"Are we all clear?" the deep, strong voice came over the phone as soon as the sniper picked it up.

"Affirmative." the russian accent came. "Good luck,  comrade!"

The bearded...
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Part 5! Hope you like! (Plz comment! it would be really nice to know that someone is leitura my articles) ;)

Part 5:
“Holy Crow! What the heck just happened?”
Robin, Aqueous, Wire, Gunfire were all in the lounge, along with Blade and Harley.
“Well, don’t look at me dude”, Wire answered Robin for all, “But it doesn’t look good.”
Everyone stared at the darkness around them, poised for any unknown attacks.
“Guys, calm down. Who knows if it really is the bad guys? It could just be the power.” Harley reassured everyone, though she didn’t look convinced herself.
“Well”, Blade...
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"Good," Revenge said, putting his hands on his hips. "Now you guys can tell me what I want to go, and leave with no memory of the incident and just a few major injuries."

The greasy man noticed several other men in his same predicament. Red Revenge grinned. "I want to know who's been supplying the Crimsons with machine guns."

No reply.

"Ah, aha." Revenge said. "One last chance to do this the easy way."

Still silence.

"Very well," The Black Hero sighed. "Let's start with you Vice President." Revenge grabbed the man por the collar, dragging the segundo in command of the company to the edge of the rooftop. ...
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Some of it is Scott's perspective of Gotham city, and some is Scott's past. Enjoy~ :P

Danny looked up from the parking lot, and up towards his apartment window. Scott was perched in the window sill with his head on his knees. He walked up to the apartment and unlocked the door.
"Hey Scott, what are you doing here..?" Danny sat down his backpack.
"Needed a break....."
"And may I ask what?" Danny plopped down on the couch,
"Everything. Work, the cave. I'm just tired and wanted some peace." Scott looked over at his cousin. "Did I ever tell you the whole story?"
"About..?"
"That night.."

When you see...
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AN: Red Revenge: International (Man of Mystery) is a large book set to start publishing January 1st and go until April 1st, the premiere of the final RR book. This takes place in 2021. Current timeline is 2025. Also, a certain spy film series doesn't exist in RR's universe.



Scene
(RR: International takes place when Sam and azevinho, holly are 21 and 20. A certain spy-action adventure film series doesn't exist. >:)...))


Holly boarded the elevator, adjusting her jacket. God, they were secret agents. Why the hell did they have to dress up like bank owners and secretaries? 

"Special Agent Fowling says you're...
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posted by Red-Revenge
Poison

Manhattan,

May 7, 09:08 EST

The figure clothed in black and silver landed gently on the rooftop in a squatting position. Her capuz, capa covered her face as she stood up and looked around.

"Clear."

"Good, but the police spotted you, they're closing in." the voice came over her comm.

"Alright, can you get me an accident?"

"Yeah, two minutes. Can you hold out that long?"

"Please."

The line cut and Alexa grinned, bending down and starting to cut into the roof of a building. She was thankful Sam had sent the electricity user to Manhattan to assist her. With the police and the baddies chasing her, things...
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Part 3:
“So, Dana, How did Mockingbird and you meet?”
Robin and Shadow were outside practicing throwing ring-dings and batarangs on a dart-board which was used for practicing archery. Even though Robin was mais experienced than Shadow, they were both of equal ability in most things and so far they were both tied.
“Well”, Shadow started, throwing a batarang which hit spot on in the middle. “You remember Barbara Gordon leitura out the schools news and announced there will be two students one in freshman ano and junior year?”
“Yah,” Robin said, recalling the image of the cute freshman...
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posted by SilverWings13
A little crack ship in honor of Hallows Eve.

"Prisoner 117," the jailer called in Russian. The crowd parted and two guards stepped forward, dragging a prisoner between them. The laranja jumpsuit he wore was little mais than mud splattered, blood stained rags. His hair, once a gleaming, wavy golden blond, was darkened and matted. The penitentiary guards threw the boy into the mud at the jailer's feet. He groaned and coward like a wounded animal.
"Filthy razboynik*," the jailer spit, speaking in his language. "You are nothing of use to us any longer. You have refused to give us any information...
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