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TBOS 1: New GenerationCity streets surrounded them, like their own city back when it was prime. The travelers through these deserted roads continued, confused as to their mission. Why this puzzling city? Weren't they in a story?
"Soon as we arrived in here," said Crowbar, "someone should have given us some answers."
"Utterly ridiculous," agreed the Construct-bearer, Raphael, "believing someone coming out of nowhere."
"Well, surely she would not just help us only to mislead us," Angie answered.
Leah agreed by nodding. "We just have to find the guide ourselves, wherever he (or she) may be."
"I hope you're right," the bone boy said.
"But while we're walkin', why not spill the beans on how you're livin' as a skeleton?" suggested Crowbar. "Kind of hard to think about without you tellin' us."
"And rude as well," replied the skeleton in question. "Might as well imagine Angie's cup size, vulgar brute."
"Already been there, done that," Crowbar
Raphael Basic InfoBasic Info
Name: Raphael Ethan Perr
Race: Human/Cyborg, Skeleton
Weaponry: Construct "Angle" (Scythe-form)
Construct: Anglea basic square-angle metal cutout that may transform into any item primarily constructed with such an angle.
Fighting Style: Raphael has no battle experience as of yet, but the strategy he has come up with for that particular situation mainly involves taking slashes at his opponent with his Construct scythe, keeping them at a distance while keeping his bones contained.
Origin Story: Raphael was originally the only son and sole heir of a wealthy family living in the States, living the good life in the lap of luxury. Everything he could have ever wanted was only a ring of a bell or a phone call away.
All of that changed when he got into a car accident that left him i
Crowbar Basic InfoBasic Info
Occupation: Vigilante, Informant, Muscle
Weaponry: "Relieved" Laser Pistols, Experimental Transforming Alloy
Fighting Style: Crowbar was raised in the streets and has therefore grown up street fighting. Mainly going with his fists and improvised weapons in a pinch, when given the opportunity to prepare himself he commands the alloy he "commandeered" into a chain, a sword, brass knuckles, or a pipe. Anything goes in terms of style when he enters the ring.
Origin Story: see story "Opportunity"
Friends: Leah, Angie, Raphael
Enemies: Too many to keep track of
Home: New York City
Affiliation: Heaven's Legacy
Leah Cim Basic Info
Name: Leah Cim
Weaponry: Tools hidden in fingers
o Left Pinky: oil
o Left Ring: short-range taser
o Left Middle: Phillips head screwdriver
o Left Index: welding torch
o Left Thumb: socket wrench
o Right Thumb: fingerprint hack
o Right Index: pistol
o Right Middle: flathead screwdriver
o Right Ring: general hack tool
o Right Pinky: lock pick
Fighting Style: Leah has no formal combat training, but his perception of situations and quick thinking allow him to improvise his way through most hand-to-hand scuffles. Of course, he prefers to ambush his opponents, giving him the necessary advantage.
Origin Story: see story "Heaven's Legacy"
Operation: Stock the ToolboxEver since the "apprehension" of Crowbar, operations for Heaven's Legacy had been executed like clockwork. In the last month alone, two hovercraft hackers and the entire system of drug dealers in this district had been caught or chased out. Crowbar's inside information wasn't always detailed or extensive, but it always provided results.
The informant wasn't just "dishing dirt" to hold up his end of the deal, though. Currently he was holding his latest "trophy" from the last of the local cocaine kingpins, twirling the plasma pistol around his finger. His original theft, the experimental alloy, remained on his other wrist in its chain form. "Yo, Leah," he said from his seat on the couch, "What's the next thing we're doing?"
Leah Cim put down the cloak-and-dagger camera he was working on and replied, "Until we have processed the information from Angie's reconnaissance flight and guarantee that this neighborhood is clean, we do not pro
CL1: VendettaOctober 31, 1990. Halloween night in Tortuga; it was just as rowdy as it was at any other time with rum bottles flying across the streets, blood being spilt at the drop of a hat, and the sounds of laughter and faces being broken against fists permeating the air. It was just outside of this haven for heathens that the Shadow sailed from, a pirate ship of unrivaled brutality and one of the few that boldly showed off its red Jolly Roger.
Captain Benjamin strode from his quarters and looked up into the rising moon. It was a crescent with its points dipped towards the ocean. Benjamin wore a similar expression on his own face. He could never stand this ridiculous time of year, especially not in Tortuga. He was a serious man, a man infamous amongst his crew and even other rival pirate ships for never having cracked a smile in the past several years. It was rumored that the furrowed brow beneath his tri-
OpportunityIt was another routine job for someone like me. I had done it almost a thousand times. Ever since my parents had abandoned me in these slums, it had been like this. The sneaking around, picking the locks of the stores, and the Leave-No-Trace policies had become almost routine. Tonight was the little market down on 4th Street. It was a quiet neighborhood with no cops patrolling the area. Still, it always paid to be cautious.
I made my way around the building. Part one of Leave-No-Trace: Always use the front door whenever possible. There were no mechanical doors to this market as there were in the larger businesses, thus a lock pick was perfect. I drew my silver skeleton key from my pocket and placed it to the doorknob. The metal slid into the keyhole without me even having to make a move.
This was one of my good turns of luck, having obtained this little m
JusticeIt was my first night on my self-appointed patrol, the first of many as this citys resident vigilante. I kept to the shadows, my black eyes reflecting the darkness around me. The feeling was a thrill, an enjoyment. My name is Leah Cim, also known as Legacy in our group, Heavens Legacy. My accomplice, Angie (a.k.a. Angel), was behind me, looking over my shoulder. This was her first night out and about in a long time, almost twelve years; I could understand her shivering, especially in this cold.
You ready, Angie? I asked, keeping to a whisper.
Angie nodded, unfurling her wings.
With a silent signal, we moved from our hiding spot in an alley. Our footsteps were light, but the creaking of my newly-finished wings was a little loud for my liking. A little oil would fix that irritating noise. It was a new moon, as much as it was a new adventure for the two o
"Captain's Orders"Do you dream of adventure, or
Is it adventure dreaming?
Do you desire distant shores,
Or just the joy of scheming?
Of all the things that I beheld,
A sword, a star, a mission,
The worst I've seen, worse than the felled,
The cabin boys keep wishin'.
They sit around, about the deck,
Sprawled out like seasoned dunks;
They hinder all the burly men
Who hoist up treasure trunks.
A look of dreaming in all eyes;
But what's the difference here?
The lazy fools, they gather flies;
The workers' goals grow near.
O, dream your dreams and sleep your sleep;
Whatever life's your choosing.
Just don't dive in your grave to deep;
Too deep, and life you're losing.
My sword is out ahead of me
To point out that horizon.
This is your captain's bold decree:
To sail to that your eye's on.
Happy Birthday, John! (John x Reader)HAPPY 4/13 EVERYONE!!!!!!!! This is my first readerx fanfic and I finished it on time! Hells to the yes! Anways, do enjoy! Also has swearing cause it's homestuck.
Small note: (y/s) = Your symbol
.:*~Third Person POV~*:.
"Oh gog." (Name) said as stood in her bedroom in her (f/c) pajamas. She stood looking at her calendar which had red marker on it circling one specific date.
It was her best friend John Egbert's birthday tomorrow. And she had forgotten about it.
She looked at her alarm, seeing it was 12:00pm. It was a Saturday, so she slept in. (Name) had set up a plan to meet with Dave, Rose, and Jade today to plan a surprise party for Egderp. Problem is, she forgot to tell the three about the meeting and she didn't have any actual plan set up for the party.
The day was still young though, so she quickly ran to the bathroom to shower and made her way back into her room and put on her s
TnM.Alt - Capitulo 2 - Una HermandadLas alarmas sonaron muy temprano el la base aun ni salia el sol y todos debían estar preparado para los entrenamientos y esperar ordenes de los lideres. Marie despertó agotada por todo lo sucedido el día de ayer, junto a ella se encontraban mas de 30 chicas todas de diferentes edades algunas mayores otras menores y dos de ellas eran sus amigas y compañeras que se dirigieron hacia ella.
- ¿Porque llegaste tan tarde ayer Marie? - le preguntaba Jasmine - te estuvimos esperando.
- Lo siento chicas es que tuve que hablar con mi Padre y mi Tío junto con Thomas - les respondía levantándose se su cama - ademas de que vi que Thomas estaba herido así que lo lleve a la enfermería y también estaba Xavier parece que también tenia una herida.
- ¿En serio? bueno no es de esperarse, es muy común salir lastimado de una pelea - decía Destiny ocultando su preocupación - deberán tener mas
Origins-Hunter of Dreams SkyI looked around nervously as I creeped through my kingdom. It was pretty easy, but with all the guards around, I was sure at least one of them would spot me.
But I couldn't give up on my brothers. They needed me. They needed me to defeat Herobrine.
And we were so close...If only it were easier. This pressure...it seems impossible!
I continued through my kingdom until I came across my two best friends, Jason and Ty. They were arguing, and I listened in on their conversation.
"Ty, I couldn't of gotten back here if it wasn't for Jordan. He let me go. He got rid of Herobrine for me." Jason reiterated once again.
"I'm sorry, but did you not see the stab wound Sky gave me?!" Ty snapped, lifting us his shirt to reveal a scar through his gut. "This could've killed me. HE could've killed me."
The spaceman went silent. "They've done some pretty bad things, but I know they've changed."
I decided it was a good time to speak up. "It's true," I said slowly and quietly from behind them.
OC Status: IceeThe Basics:
Age: 1019 (Looks 19. Is immortal and can change her appearance at will.)
Species: Ice Dragon/Human Hybrid
Occupation/title: Ice Queen
Height: Near 5ft 11in
Body build: Light, lean, muscular, like a big cat.
Eye color: Bright blue
Hair color: ) Blonde
Skin color: Slightly tanned
Other Important Stuffs:
Defining Traits: Has permanently pointed ears that are blue tinted at the tips. These follow her to every form she takes, and this is the reasons she wears headphones in her human form.
Favorite Color: pale blue
Favorite animal (if any): DWAGONS, SNAKEZ, AND HORSES
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Current partner: Dan, A.K.A The Serpent King (Belongs to velvetkitteh)
Likes: Cool temperatures, dragons, snakes, ice, SNOW, family, sometimes fighting, raw fresh kill, relaxing with t
Analyzing Jeff the KillerI will be going into some depth of Jeffs persona (aka personality and character)
Jeff is usually projected as a selfish, mean, asshole. But if you look deeper at his persona then you'd see he's actually not.
As told in the story, he uses pretty big words. Kid around his age group usually use shorter words because of their impatients or just earn for approval. Jeff uses bigger words, implying that he is infact a little more itelligent then his peers, maybe because of the school he went to before, maybe not. But these are kind of more subdued, implying that he is trying not to seem like a big-shot nerd, but trying to seem smarter then the average 10 year old.
He is young, atleast in the story, therefore relying on surprise or skill when facing someone older then him. Like when he killed his parents and brother, who in my headcannon is older to fit this, he waited until they were saw him, which surprised them. In their seconds of shock he got the first few blows and managed to weaken them
Origins-Eater of Souls JordanI walked to my kingdom, my insanity whispering nonsense to me as I approached the gates. We were somewhat getting along, but I still knew what it really wanted from me.
As I got closer to my kingdom, I began to wonder how I should make my entrance before searching for Mark and Nick. Full on out present myself or go in sneakily?
I know it didn't matter, but it could make the decision whether or not they would come with me to the Nether to defeat Herobrine. I wanted to make sure that they trusted me. They needed to know that I was still their best friend. And I had to hope that they felt the same way about me.
I was just about to enter the gates on my kingdom when I heard some commotion behind me. I whipped around to see if it was a guard or possibly Mark and Nick, but no one was present.
I glanced around, my insanity crooning to me that I was paranoid, but to be sure I walked away from the gates from my kingdom.
As I did, rotting arms rose from the ground and grabbed my arms and legs. I
Origins-Dweller of the Dead LewisThis was our only chance to defeat our father. We just needed to get our friends on our side, and we could defeat him. That white-eyed menace that has done nothing but tormented us.
I teleported through the forcefield my companions had set up to keep me and my brothers out. It was a nice attempt, but unfortunately futile.
I then began to sneak through the streets of the city, staying out of sight of the guards and civilians, who obviously seemed weary and very anxious.
I assumed they were all worrying where I would strike next.
Swallowing down all the regret I had for what happened over the past several months, I continued towards the palace in the kingdom.
I finally reached my destination unseen and unharmed. Bracing myself for whatever was going to happen through those doors, I entered quietly and glanced around.
It was silent, and no one seemed to be wandering the halls.
Cautiously, I began to walk the familiar corridors, searching for my lifelong companion, Simon.
It pained me know
Peps Misfit Profile
Real name: Antoinette Jeanette Edwards
Date of birth: September 1st
Don't let her nickname fool you--it's an ironic twist to her moody demeanor. She's very easily put into a nasty mood and can't stand to be around people for a certain amount of time. But she's not completely all moans and no smile; she does have a bright side at times! Mostly she directs her foul temper at Chocobit (crazy and practical aren't a perfect mix in a group) and the pompous Rittenslipians of their Southern suburbia.
The Misfits are scarcely bothered by bullies because Peps is good at scaring them off just by giving them a menacing look. Her short temper and sharp tongue make it difficult for people to mess with them at school (or anywhere else, if needed). Despite her aggravation she has a caring mother-like quality for the younger Misfits.
FAMILY: Mr. Edwards is a renowned pageant judge. Mrs. Edwards is a greatly appreciated fashion model.
For the first five years of her life, she was forced by her p
A thousand years of Sonic 22A thousand years of Sonic 22
You choose who you want to be
They had a exhausting day but they finally made it back taking the train. They group rested better on the train than the plane that was exhausting. After the two hour train they got out, Rouge stretch a little as she got out, "Man is so exhausting taking a about 6 hour plane here and then a 2 hour train here. It's almost noon already" said Rouge, "Then we can't waist more time we have to head to the cave" said Shadow, "I agree with Shadow" said Knuckles agreeing with him. "Can't you two take a break I understand that this is serious but we need to at least relax for a moment" said Rouge. "We are not too far from the cave, it's near the place where we found Sonic" said Knuckles. "Then I'm taking the van" said Rouge as she pulled out a tiny cube and threw it aside making the van appeared, "Then lets get in" said Rouge as she got in the driver seat. They all got in the v
Angie Basic Info
Occupation: Vigilante, Healer
Fighting Style: Angie, genetically designed to be the stereotypical angel, is a pacifist and tends not to fight. However, when push comes to shove, she is willing to get her hands dirty to save her friends and other innocents by shoving or using other physical blows to unsettle the aggressor. Even against her enemies she's not willing to inflict serious (hospitalizing) damage.
Origin Story: see story "Heaven's Legacy"
Friends: Leah, Crowbar, Raphael
Enemies: tries not to make them
Home: New York City
Affiliation: Heaven's Legacy
Hair: Blonde, Long (Shoulder Bl
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