Name: Salem
Alias: Quick Silver
Age: 15
Power: Technopathy sword master
Personality: shy, loner, family-oriented
Appearance: Black hair, ice blue eyes, pale skin, skinny, 5'2', silver leotard, black leather jacket, a ninja-to at her side, a black messenger bag, and a whole ninja mask. Always has her laptop, Epsilon, with her.
A scream broke the silence. I ran from rooftop to rooftop heading towards the scream. Arriving at the scene I saw Poison Ivy holding Richard Grayson hostage. I sunk up behind her and hit her head with the broad side of my sword, knocking her out.
“Thank you, Quick Silver,” Grayson said as I cut the vines away.
“Just doing my job, citizen.”
“How can I ever repay you.” Crunch. The sound of my father crushing a cerveja can brought me out of daydream land. I opened my eyes and looked around my room. Blank white walls stared back. I grabbed my black messenger bag off of my bedpost and walked out of my room. The only light lighting the living room came from the TV. Crushed cerveja cans litter the floor. I tried to sneak out of the room.
“Where do you think you’re going?” the lump on the sofá yelled.
“I’m spending the night at Lizzy’s, remember.”
“Whatever,” it said as I ran out of the apartment. Once father starts to drink the only seguro place is the other side of Gotham. I ran to one of the many condemn apartments in the neighbor hood. Making sure no one was around I slipped in. once inside I striped down to my silver leotard and black tights. Then I reach into one of the mailboxes, pulled out a sword, and strapped it around my waist. Add a black leather jaqueta and I was ready to go to work. I pulled a laptop and cell phone out of my messenger bag.
“Ready to get to work Epsilon?” I asked the laptop as I turn it on. She chirps in response. “Ok.” Suddenly the phone rang. “Hello.”
“Hey Salem.”
“Lizzy, need homework help.”
“Yeah, how do you do problem 13?”
“Page 527.” There was the sound of pages turning.
“Oh now it makes sense, thanks.”
“Welcome. Can I ask a favor of you?”
“You need me to cover for you?”
“Yes.”
“Because you’re going to do some thing you shouldn’t be doing?”
“I plead the 5.”
“Ok I’ll do my best.”
“Thanks you’re the best.”
“I know I’m,” she said before hanging up.
“Ok, Epsilon where should we rob tonight.”
Alias: Quick Silver
Age: 15
Power: Technopathy sword master
Personality: shy, loner, family-oriented
Appearance: Black hair, ice blue eyes, pale skin, skinny, 5'2', silver leotard, black leather jacket, a ninja-to at her side, a black messenger bag, and a whole ninja mask. Always has her laptop, Epsilon, with her.
A scream broke the silence. I ran from rooftop to rooftop heading towards the scream. Arriving at the scene I saw Poison Ivy holding Richard Grayson hostage. I sunk up behind her and hit her head with the broad side of my sword, knocking her out.
“Thank you, Quick Silver,” Grayson said as I cut the vines away.
“Just doing my job, citizen.”
“How can I ever repay you.” Crunch. The sound of my father crushing a cerveja can brought me out of daydream land. I opened my eyes and looked around my room. Blank white walls stared back. I grabbed my black messenger bag off of my bedpost and walked out of my room. The only light lighting the living room came from the TV. Crushed cerveja cans litter the floor. I tried to sneak out of the room.
“Where do you think you’re going?” the lump on the sofá yelled.
“I’m spending the night at Lizzy’s, remember.”
“Whatever,” it said as I ran out of the apartment. Once father starts to drink the only seguro place is the other side of Gotham. I ran to one of the many condemn apartments in the neighbor hood. Making sure no one was around I slipped in. once inside I striped down to my silver leotard and black tights. Then I reach into one of the mailboxes, pulled out a sword, and strapped it around my waist. Add a black leather jaqueta and I was ready to go to work. I pulled a laptop and cell phone out of my messenger bag.
“Ready to get to work Epsilon?” I asked the laptop as I turn it on. She chirps in response. “Ok.” Suddenly the phone rang. “Hello.”
“Hey Salem.”
“Lizzy, need homework help.”
“Yeah, how do you do problem 13?”
“Page 527.” There was the sound of pages turning.
“Oh now it makes sense, thanks.”
“Welcome. Can I ask a favor of you?”
“You need me to cover for you?”
“Yes.”
“Because you’re going to do some thing you shouldn’t be doing?”
“I plead the 5.”
“Ok I’ll do my best.”
“Thanks you’re the best.”
“I know I’m,” she said before hanging up.
“Ok, Epsilon where should we rob tonight.”
