Right?
And as آپ enter life does everyone place their bets on if آپ will succeed یا fail? As آپ age, through those terrible fucking years آپ go through, everyone seems to have a چھری at your throat waiting for آپ to mess up so they can apply مزید pressure to the blade? So they can wait 'till آپ mess up again and dig it deeper, and slowly through all your mistakes آپ make, all the small mistakes آپ make, the people holding the چھری to your throat get the chance to slit it. And drop the weakest link, because once آپ mess up, since everyone thought آپ were perfect and expected آپ to excel in every fucking piece of shit آپ do, there is no need for you.
Right?
It seems like the whole world, seven fucking billion people on this small dying planet, is holding their breath watching as آپ walk the tightrope of life. even you.
But what about the six billion, nine hundred ninety-nine million, nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand, and nine hundred and ninety-nine other people? Are they all on tightropes, too? And if they are, those blasted bastards, do they have the support and cords that آپ aren't aloud to have? Because آپ have no imperfections, that's why آپ aren't aloud. And when آپ open your mouth to scream for help, because you're almost falling, they sew it up to keep it shut. No complaints must come from the world's perfect kid.
Right?
So along آپ travel, maturing and aging, but those fucking people, that had a چھری to your throat, now add one to your back. آپ gain some دوستوں but they are those people, and as your trust for them grows the blade is slowly digging into your skin, آپ can feel it too. But as the fucking good little angel آپ are, آپ keep your head high, and be a trooper though the tears burn scars into your heart. The trust that once was a lively flame is put out سے طرف کی treason, and is now nothing but a ember glowing in the ash. آپ keep walking though, 'cause there is always light at the end of the tunnel, someone waiting for آپ to stoke the little ember, care for it and add a little love, that will set it ablaze.
Right?
But what if that special one doesn't come? What do آپ do? آپ then grow up believing آپ were never good enough for anyone; anything. How could anyone love a freak like you? Someone that doesn't know how to fight and just takes the shit that is thrown at them? But آپ were raised that way? آپ were always taught to be loving and compassionate, and because every time آپ did stand your ground and fight back the knives would cut آپ down till آپ were nothing.
Right?
So here آپ are at the guillotine, there is no need for you. آپ stood up for yourself, and people that do that can only have one fate: Have everyone against them and face their extermination. The breath of the everyone is let out in one exhale, all the money placed on the میز, جدول for آپ failing is awarded to the betters, and آپ are going to fall like the rest of the freaks that don't fit in.
Right?
Wrong.
آپ back away, and dive off the tightrope. Who wants to live a life like everyone else, when آپ can live free. Who gives a fuck if everyone around آپ spits in disgust, you're you.
So even if آپ don't feel needed, even if آپ aren't brand new, even if آپ aren't the shiniest, یا the strongest, the thickest, یا the coolest. آپ are still آپ and even if آپ are the weakest link, آپ sit in the middle of the connection, and the chain you're on will break apart without you.
Right?
Right.
((Just feeling bad about myself today and felt like writing it out... I don't care if this get one view یا none.. it just felt goof to get it out.))
Before I unleash Hayden onto the world of RP (it should happen probably later tonight یا tomorrow) there was one change I wanted to make to his bio. I didn't really wanna re-post the whole bio, so the only change is involving his personality.
He's now cocky, arrogant, over-confident, and slightly obnoxious. He likes to tease and tends to pick on people smaller/younger/weaker than him. He's also a flirt and a cusser, plus he has a temper and can get very violent.
Until I officially bring him into this world, stay whelmed my friends.
He's now cocky, arrogant, over-confident, and slightly obnoxious. He likes to tease and tends to pick on people smaller/younger/weaker than him. He's also a flirt and a cusser, plus he has a temper and can get very violent.
Until I officially bring him into this world, stay whelmed my friends.
The Watchtower
June 4, 18:02 EST
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“Sorry I’m late!” Flash said, speeding into the room and sitting down at the table.
“As long as you’re here.” Batman said. Everyone in the room was totally surprised.
“Well, we’re all here. What is it?” Superman asked.
“We’re not all here.” Batman said. “Not yet.”
The zeta tubes buzzed to life. “Recognized: Nightwing, B-01.”
Nightwing waked into the room and nodded at the Justice League members seriously.
“Grow up not like Bruce.” Wonder Woman muttered.
Nightwing took one of the empty seats at the table. Batman spoke up.
“There’s a تل, مول on the Team.”
“Again?!” Nightwing exclaimed.
“But this time, I’m confident who it is.”
The Justice League was startled. “Who?”
“Red Revenge.” Batman said, pulling up a holo-computer of the Black Hero.
June 4, 18:02 EST
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“Sorry I’m late!” Flash said, speeding into the room and sitting down at the table.
“As long as you’re here.” Batman said. Everyone in the room was totally surprised.
“Well, we’re all here. What is it?” Superman asked.
“We’re not all here.” Batman said. “Not yet.”
The zeta tubes buzzed to life. “Recognized: Nightwing, B-01.”
Nightwing waked into the room and nodded at the Justice League members seriously.
“Grow up not like Bruce.” Wonder Woman muttered.
Nightwing took one of the empty seats at the table. Batman spoke up.
“There’s a تل, مول on the Team.”
“Again?!” Nightwing exclaimed.
“But this time, I’m confident who it is.”
The Justice League was startled. “Who?”
“Red Revenge.” Batman said, pulling up a holo-computer of the Black Hero.
Matrix 'Stume
Name: Hayden Smythe
Hero Name: Matrix
Age: 16
Appearance: about 6’1”, muscular build, slightly tan skin, shaggy dirty blonde/light brown hair, blue-gray eyes
Civvies: See pic
‘Stume: Basically his civvies, but slightly modified (see pic)
Personality: quiet, down-to-earth, hostile at first, hot-tempered, has some trust issues, tough outer shell, a good liar, mysterious, rebellious
Powers: none
Skills: deception and manipulation, escape artist, lock picking, hacking, escaping from things, etc.
Weapons: mostly martial arts, but he’ll use whatever he can get his hands on, handy with tools
Bio: Hayden refuses to reveal his past. ((Mostly cuz I really don’t wanna figure it out right now..it’ll come. Eventually.))
Hayden civvies (ignore the hair spikiness)
Random Hayden!
Name: Eronica Val Huchezon
Identity: Spectre
Age: Immortal. Somewhere around 400. (Appears 12)
Hair: Midnight black (halfway down waist) except for flamboyant blue streak over right eye.
Eyes: Left Black, Right blue
Outfit: Close-cropped shorts, bikini, trench coat, knee-high boots.
Weapons: Sword and heavy phantom chains
Attitude: Sad, dismal.
Powers: Immortality, See the future, touch-fate (sees your fate سے طرف کی touching you), retractable angel wings.
History: Eronica's parents were murdered سے طرف کی KGB officials in the 17th Century. She was raped and abused سے طرف کی her parents killers before being killed as well. She was sent to Earth to warn Red Revenge of his final battle. She occasionally fights with him and he feels a brotherly protection over her.
Identity: Spectre
Age: Immortal. Somewhere around 400. (Appears 12)
Hair: Midnight black (halfway down waist) except for flamboyant blue streak over right eye.
Eyes: Left Black, Right blue
Outfit: Close-cropped shorts, bikini, trench coat, knee-high boots.
Weapons: Sword and heavy phantom chains
Attitude: Sad, dismal.
Powers: Immortality, See the future, touch-fate (sees your fate سے طرف کی touching you), retractable angel wings.
History: Eronica's parents were murdered سے طرف کی KGB officials in the 17th Century. She was raped and abused سے طرف کی her parents killers before being killed as well. She was sent to Earth to warn Red Revenge of his final battle. She occasionally fights with him and he feels a brotherly protection over her.
Name: Jonas Barton (unknown)
Alias: Nighthawk
Age:18
Occupation:Hero (And a "pedophile" according to my friend.)
Powers/skills: Archer, specialized in Gamma Radation, and advanced technology.
Costume Black sunglasse with red lenses in them, black sleevless شرٹ, قمیض with a red hawk in the center of that stretches from shoulder to shoulder, black pants and black combat boots with red shoelaces in them.
Past:. Besides re-uniting with his father at the age of 12, no other origins are known
Other
-Arrows are black with red tips
-His sunglasses make Jonas aware to any imcoming threats, causing his arrows to load with the right equipment.
-Son of Hawkeye, A.K.A. Clint Barton
-No one knows who he is.
My friend triple dog dared me to say this, so, آپ want him? Come get him.
Nighthawk:Oh lord.
Alias: Nighthawk
Age:18
Occupation:Hero (And a "pedophile" according to my friend.)
Powers/skills: Archer, specialized in Gamma Radation, and advanced technology.
Costume Black sunglasse with red lenses in them, black sleevless شرٹ, قمیض with a red hawk in the center of that stretches from shoulder to shoulder, black pants and black combat boots with red shoelaces in them.
Past:. Besides re-uniting with his father at the age of 12, no other origins are known
Other
-Arrows are black with red tips
-His sunglasses make Jonas aware to any imcoming threats, causing his arrows to load with the right equipment.
-Son of Hawkeye, A.K.A. Clint Barton
-No one knows who he is.
My friend triple dog dared me to say this, so, آپ want him? Come get him.
Nighthawk:Oh lord.
Without his sunglasses.
Sunglasses! ^.^
