A thing of beauty

This was before our crew became so feared across the seas, before we had raided so many ships and ports that we were drowning in riches. Back then, we didn't have the money to settle down, even if we reasoned with Duke.
"So Whisper made me and Aden swear that we would tell the crew that the baby had been stillborn. No one was to ever know the truth. We had to pretend the baby had died, which wasn't difficult. I had thought of that little girl as the newest addition to our family. She would have been like my little sister and I would have taugh her everything Dr. Felis had taught Whisper and...

The luminescence of the ویژن ٹیلی caste a blue glow through the dark room as he pulled on his black boots over his black body suit.

Deep down he knew that putting on the suit would be the only possible way he had to getting all that money in such a short amount of time, but it wasn't exactly a choice he had liked to make his only option. Adjusting his black spandex کے, سپاند sleeve his attention was turned to the screen of the ویژن ٹیلی that was set to the News.

"yet another disappearance has happened recently of a 25 year-old Gotham citizen named Miacheal Fisher" the reporter on the news کہا as he...

“Then why did my gr- the king and queen tell me there was no solution?” Nerues demanded, managing to keep his tone level. At this, Thassa sighed and requested Yati, clearly his assistant, fetch چائے from the kitchen. Once she was gone, the man explained, “I am a priest, young Nereus. As such, I have learned old ways that have been long forgotten.. یا are strongly avoided. In this case, it is the latter. Your mother’s departure all those years پہلے remains ھٹی, ترش in the rulers’ stomachs. They cannot برداشت, ریچھ giving آپ a gift only possible because of her treason against them. They are her...

Name: Azelia کرین (goes سے طرف کی Dark Mistress یا Miss Crane)

Gender: Female

Species: Dark Angel

Age: Unknown, but looks about 18-21

Sexuality: Omnisexual

Hair: Long wavy curly brown, usually worn down with a braid somewhere

Eyes: dark brown, like درخت bark

Skin Tone: Slightly tanned, but not enough to say she is

Height: About 5 foot 6

Other: Small purple پھول tattoo a bit under her right breast, first piercing and cartilage

Personality: Kind-of a bitch, is very mean to people who get in her way; but she can be nice when she wants to be.

Civvies: Anything black, from شرٹ, قمیض and shorts to nice dresses; but...

I wrote this a while ago, figured آپ guys may (or may not) like to read it. I wrote it as Alek speaking to Tara. Voici!

"We left for freedom. For her freedom. "
"Whisper's?"
"Noëlle's, Whisper's daughter,” he corrected.
The one being told the story was taken aback, "You left because..."
"Whisper was pregnant,” he confirmed in the sort of tone a story teller held when about to relay a very long, very true story, "It was the plan. The entire plan.
“I was raised on knowledge. My father created me so that he could have full responsibility over my upbringing. He made sure that my trials and tests.....

Name: Icarus Ciro (Cy-roe)

Class: He doesn't fight for good nor evil.

Race: Caucasian

Species: Angel

Age: "Eighteen"

Hair: Black

Eyes: Pale, pale, pale blue...almost white.

Relations: None.

Costume: A beautiful white toga~ (forbidden under certain circumstances)

Civvies: Usually a white T-shirt with a black hoodie and jeans, along with converse.

Weapon Choice: A sword that shines like سونا and a shield that is as strong as adamantium

Personality: He's quiet, curious, shy and untrusting. He's straight to the point and honest, usually telling people how it is and his opinions on them--if they're willing...

"Everyone has that one thing that they wish they'd done, sure it may be different than others but it still hurts just the same."

The venom of his words recollected in his brain, but somehow it seemed as if he turned his fear into the desire of his fathers love it wouldn't seem so bad all those days ago. But that still didn't fade the memories and flashbacks he had about their last discussion.

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"You're worthless آپ know that!?, can't آپ do anything right?"

He stiffened at the yelling from his father and sighed deeply closing his eyes as if the matter were his fault and true, but that wasn't...

((I should probably stop taking seven years to post these parts.. sorry, please forgive me...Just a quick filler of the last one since it was so long ago...Blade was in the woods, and had to find her way back...met a guy...they fought a bit...he disappeared she found her way back--it took her twelve hours..and now voila! ))

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I avoided the red eyes that bore into my skin like a hot brand. He was close to screaming, I heard it in his voice, saw it in his expression. Damian's jugular was protruding from his neck along with a vein that throbbed in his forehead; his hands were balled into fists and...

Name: Ethan Huseak ( H-yu-z-ak)

Alias: RedMist

Age: 16 ( would be 20 now)

Status: deceased

Appearance: dark brown hair, green eyes, 5'11, he wore sunglasses most of the time to hide his eyes.

Personality: he had the leadership role in the group and was the team leader. he was calm and handled situations well. He was serious and did just anything that was best for his team. He was someone everyone looked up to.

Powers/Abilities: he was the famous hero for using Logan's teleport smoke bombs and was highly skilled in combat able to outsmart any aponnent he had using his instincts. he had the abilities...

His raven hair dripped crimson blood to the mistreated battle field. The spear had long been removed from his head but the bleeding went with the hours that had passed in useless war. His breathing was slowing; he could hardly see the outline of who had been his king through his icy blue eyes. It was a bloody fight, all lives lost except his and his king's. Now, he fought off the clouding death penetrating his senses.
“I had hoped for better with us.”
He smiled sadly at the word's his uncle spoke.
“As had I, my lord.”
“You tried to overthrow me and kill me. Treason is cause for death....

January 2, 2108

Julie walked around, looking into old rooms, finding items she had never seen before. The names and numbers were still on peoples doors. She tried looking for certain people her mother had spoken of from time to time. A few doors later, she saw a room that belonged to Alex. Julie remembered hearing about Alex, and managed to open the door into his room. It was covered in clothing, probably dirty from when he was alive. She saw a few pictures on his table, one was of him and Rene where he looked super annoyed and she looked very happy and silly. In his closet, clothes were hanging...

January 1, 2108

She jumped over the heap of dirt, missing all the gun shots.

"Shit, shit, shit," the red head mumbled to herself as she fumbled for bullets in her pocket. She reloaded the gun and set it on the سب, سب سے اوپر of the dirt mound and shot at the enemies. Bullets flew over her head. She could feel a bullet graze against her hand; but she ignored it as it began to slowly heal itself. The red head quickly lowered her gun and ran back to the city, shooting constantly, killing off مزید than anyone ever had. "What a great way to spend New Years Day..." she mumbled to herself.

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"Mom?" A small...

The mountain was quiet when he walked in. The place seemed eerily empty and almost too calm. He walked further inside and met a not-so-fun and very angry surprise.
“You're phone is off.”
She looked at him, black hair swaying and brown eyes flashing with raw emotion; something rarely seen. He slipped his hand into his pocket.
“How'd آپ get me number?”
He scrolled through to see she had called him several times. She just watched him silently.
“And why would آپ want to talk to me? آپ hate me.”
She stood up and came closer, barely an inch shorter.
“Look, I don't hate you. But آپ close...

Name: Sven Wolfgang
Alias: Sutur
Powers: Acrobatics, katana, fire
Occupation: Unknown
Weakness/Limits: Sven can only use his آگ کے, آگ for a short time before it turns wild
History: Sven is a full-blooded German. He grew up in California, United States, but his blood is all German. His parents were murdered under mysterious circumstances when he was only a ten and he vowed vengeance. He moved in with his Uncle for a short time to gain information. His Uncle was an attorney that worked with convicted criminals. When this lead to a dead end after two years, he moved to his grandparents house out along...