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posted by Mclovin_69
Name: Eachen Story ( ee-kin ) (( i changed his name shhhh))

Villian Name: Vile

Age: 19

Appearance: dirty blonde hair and green eyes.

Relations: Lucas Story is his younger brother.

Powers/Skills: he has viles that he keeps with him that give him strength and power. Depending on his intake of the substance the mais power he gains. Combat skills.

Personality: he is very self centered and only benefits himself, though he secretley has a coração he tries to take over that feeling por greed and power.

Villian suit: he wears army paint on his cheeks and has a black hooded jacket, with black pants and combat boots and fingerless black gloves. He wears a sash that can hold thousands of viles filled with the substance he uses to become stronger.

Past: He was WhiteShadow but found that that wasnt enough for him, he moved on to this new ID and became Vile. He always hated how his brother was granted those powers and he wasnt. He became obsessed with this substance and was never able to stop taking it becuase of the powers he gained from it. ( ex. super strength, immortality to fogo and bullets )

Others: He has it in for his brother and the people he cares about. The viles sometimes take the colour out of his hair and eyes but it eventually regains its natural colour.
 natural colour of hair and eyes
natural colour of hair and eyes
 natural colour of hair and eyes
natural colour of hair and eyes
Manhunt

(Part 3)

Previously on Red Revenge...



"Batman, my detective the Question. Question, this-"

"We've met." pergunta said.

"Ah." Flash said. "So you know him Batman?"

"Too well." the Dark Knight growled.

"Hey!" Sam exclaimed. The thief ran out into the hallway and was heading towards the doors when Sam grabbed him and slammed him into the wall. He snatched the bolsa away. Sam ripped down the man's capuz, capa and turned him around. He froze when he saw the man's face.

"It can't be." Sam said, stumbling away from the thief. "You-you're dead. I saw you-"

"Thank you-Sam? Sam? Are you okay? You look like...
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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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posted by Red-Revenge
Blind as a Bat

"All Units respond to a robbery in progress at Gotham First."

The crackle voice came over Red Revenge's com-link. It was atuação Police Commissioner James Gordon's voice. Revenge knew who he was calling: batman and his friends.

"Batman, you pick that up?" Revenge asked, picking up his radio while turning the jet towards the crime scene.

"Yes. I've got Static and Batgirl with me." batman replied. "We'll meet you there."

Revenge cut the comm and groaned at the mention of the punk from Dakota City. The kid would've driven Red Revenge over the edge of sanity months atrás had he been around...
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Trapper Part 5

Dakota City

13:47 EST, March 3,

"Batman to Static!"

"Yo, Bats!" Virgil yelled, throwing a deposito de lixo, lixeira at a group of terrorists. "I could use some help!"

"So could New York. We need you to-"

"In case you didn't grasp the picture, I'm busy dealing with a detachment of Trapper's goons. I can't help."

"The entire Justice League is trapped on the Watchtower, super-homem is offworld, and the only one who can get to New York in time besides you is Impulse. He doesn't stand a chance!"

"What about the rest of your guys? Robin? Batgirl? Huntress?"

"At the Cave. And Helena is overseas!"

Static yelled an...
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posted by InfinityYJ
A/N: Okay! This is loosely based off some youtube vídeos "11 Drunk Guys Play Slender/Hospice/Sanatorium/Slender Mod."
Warnings for pure stupidity, some cussing, and mentions of alcohol.


You ever heard that joke, 4 drunk heroes go into the forest at night, with nothing but their stupidity and a flashlight? No? Well, here’s how it went.

The dampness of the forest sent shivers down her spine. Fin glanced behind her, then back progressivo, para a frente again. seguinte to her, Eric was waving the flashlight aimlessly, letting the light hit the dark green leaves of the treetops above and the muddy road below their feet....
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posted by CoaxochYJ
I got borrrrred! So I'm composição literária this! Not sure how long this shall continue...




Lexi, even though she was little, had a devious little mind. She had buttered the floor, making it slippery. She took a quarter out of her pocket, and slid it across the floor, it slid across perfectly. She smirked, this was a good prank, and maybe she would earn the título of, "Prank Master". This would be great...

Jaime rubbed his eyes groggily, and stepped--scratch that--slipped into the kitchen. He slid, and clumsily fell onto his rear. Lexi was giggling madly, sitting on the counter. Jaime winced, then looked up...
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Part 2:
Spectrum was in her room in Mount Justice. She had sheets of metal around her room and was testing her powers. Now she was trying to see if the Spark could actually cut through the metal than foca, selo it off back again. She didn’t know why she was doing this. Even Ms Martian when walking past asked her frequently but the only reason she was doing this was because it helped her stay focused, and she also did a neat job on topo, início of it.
She closed her eyes and raised her hand. She could feel the heat in her coração flowing through her left hand. Peeking under her lashes she saw a multi coloured...
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[A/N] Um....hello. I'm new to the club. The reason I'm doing this mostly is because one of my good IRL friends, who you know as SilverWings13 / SilverWingsYJ, kind of....well....persuaded me to do this to RP. She can be very convincing at times. I mean, she's the reason I even got into Young Justice, which is one of my few favorito shows.

Anyway, here it is. Oh, if this is similar to someone else's OC, then I apologize. If you want, I'll take this down and we never have to speak of this again, 'cause I'm that type of person :P.

Name: Richi Devilin

Alias: Hell Apostle

Age: 16

Skin Color: Almost peach,...
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Okay, I was bored and didn’t feel like sleeping, so I wrote this. This is dedicated to all the couples out there, which is why I don’t actually use names, instead using a generic “he” and “she”. Warning: may have some slightly graphic content (by that I mean blood, death, et cetera) and extreme sob factor (if ya know what I mean). :P
This world will never be what I expected
And if I don't belong who would have guessed it...

The darkness weighed down on her shoulders, all in itself a tangible thing that pressed its massive self upon her. She strained her eyes, struggling to make out...
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posted by Robin_Love
“What do you mean I can't go?!”
“I mean you will not go.”
“But mom that's not-”
“It's final Mel.”
The young teen screamed in frustration.
“Why not?”
“Because I don't think you should. You're a young girl.”
“Ugh! You're ruining my life!”
Mel flew off angrily. Devin waited till she heard the door slam before rubbing the headache that was coming on. Her daughter was a handful but Devin was okay with it. She walked into the kitchen, grabbing a few herbs and warming some water. She closed her eyes and crushed a few herbs, chanting some weird language. She waited for just a minute...
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posted by Mclovin_69
Name: Milton Khaners

Alias: Conscience

Age: 15

Appearance: he has kind of curly and wavy brown hair and crystal blue eyes.

Powers/Skills: he has the ability to read others problems and feelings and can talk to people in their minds helping them out, hes basically like your conscience and like a fortune cookie XD. Hes a very good conselhos giver.

Civvies: he wears beige cargo pants and a green sweater with a snapback hat.

Personality: he is a very quiet and shy person ( especially around girls ) he is mais on a bit of the nerdy side and smart side.

Past: unknown.
EXTREME SPOILERS FOR DIVIDED WE FALL AHEAD!!!! IF YOU HAVE NOT READ THE anterior BOOK, DO NOT READ THIS PREVIEW!!!




Scene 2:
"You are a good man." Barbara said once more, firmly. 

"Thanks, Babs." Sam said softly, looking into the red-head's blue eyes. Barbara returned the gaze. Sam leaned progressivo, para a frente and brushed a strand of hair put of her face. "You are one of the best people I have eve met in my life." Sam said softly. "I'm glad we're friends Barbara."

The red-haired girl smiled and leaned forward, pressing her lips slightly to Sam's. Sam reached one hand into her fiery hair and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss before breaking off and standing up. "We tried this before. It didn't work out." 

"Yeah..." Barbara said, looking to the side. "Sorry."

"Me too." Sam said, slipping on his mask and jumping from the window.

Barbara took a deep breath and about a full sixty segundos before returning to her computer.
posted by XxKFforeverXx
 ~If I catch this, we'll make it to the championship games...~
~If I catch this, we'll make it to the championship games...~
Hinata pulled off his baseball boné, cap off, running his fingers though his short hair and put his boné, cap back on, keeping the heat off him, as sweat dripped off his face. His team was up por one, last inning two outs, runners on segundo and third.
"You okay son?" The Coach yelled from the dugout,
"Uh?" Hinata looked over at his coach while the other team was in timeout. "Yeah, i'm just a little off sorts today." Hinata blinked and pressed to fingers against his wrist, counting his pulse Great, it's off beat. he blinked the blurriness away and got back into position, Hinata refocused as a pop up was hit....
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posted by XxKFforeverXx
Yes, I did base him off angel beats. No, he isn't the same, just looks and personality!

Name: Hinata Kennedy :3
Alias: Hinata
Age: 18
Powers/Skills: -Posses a bit of magic, whenever he says "Godskill lvl 1,2,3,4 or 5" some sword or bostaff, will appear in his hands.
-Sword fighting
Weakness: He has his physical limits.
Past: Hinata grew up a happy and healthy child, but that all changed at the age of 5. Hinata went through a untreated case of untreated rheumatic fever, resulting in two of his aortic valves to stop working. Soon after, Hinata had to have surgery to recieve two metal aortic valves,...
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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...
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What Matters is the fifth book in the Red Revenge/DC Comics crossover series. It will be published January 5, 2013 on Fanfiction.net ONLY.



Scene 1:
"...what appears to have been an excellent night of crime-fighting for the hero Red Revenge. According to early police reports, over 300 criminals have been arrested tonight, all bloody and battered from a confrontation with Red Revenge. The Black Hero made his way from the reconstruction of Grant Tower to the Bronx. A five mile trip that appears to have been highly successful."

"But is Red Revenge breaking the law? Is he endangering the citizens of...
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"Are you sure?" azevinho, holly asked, slipping on her boots.

"No choice." Sam growled. azevinho, holly had noticed the Black Hero was back to his normal dark, brooding self. He continued slipping on his body armor.

"Well what about me?" Becca asked, placing her hands on her hips.

"Stay here." Revenge said.

Becca was shell-shocked for a moment before becoming enraged. "Why not?"

"It's too dangerous."

"Says you."

"It's at a highly unstable nuclear power plant!"

"So?"

"So it leaks radiation like a bottle with holes in it!"

"My body can handle radiation!"

"This radiation is higher than Chernobyl!"

Becca paused for a second....
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ARNING:

This Fanfiction has been rated "M" for Mature. Reader's Discretion is advised. Extreme Violence, adult language & content, sexual content, debatable actions por characters, public trauma, extreme cussing, and other questionable events will occur. It is highly suggested that viewers younger than fifteen do not read this. It is also the author's suggestion that if anyone of any age feels offended por any of the content mentioned above, that they do not read it.

NOTE:

This fanfiction was originally delayed two weeks due to the tragic shootings in Aurora, Colorado. Events in this fanfiction...
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posted by SilverWings13
“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...
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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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