"Damn, it's dark." Nightingale noted to her comm as she walked into the sub-basement.
Lights flicked on one by one with a deep, echoing sound. Standing in the middle of the clean, white, utterly empty basement was Red Revenge. Nightingale's dual pistols were aimed at the Black Hero in the blink of an eye.
"You're on my property." Revenge stated in a 'Im the boss' tone. "Stand down."
Nightingale hesitated a секунда еще before dropping the pistols into the low riding holsters on her hips. She'd changed her costume. Black body-armor with yellow highlights and markings. Her same weapons were in place as well as some new ones, hidden, and not hidden like the double .38s on her hips.
Revenge noted it as the female boldly strode forward.
"You haven't changed a bit." Nightingale said. "My comm is jammed. The basement is empty. And Ты are still Актёрское искусство as calm as a writer would be at a coffee shop."
"Interesting comparison." Revenge noted. "Considering I'm a vigilante confronting a thief in a room that doesn't exist. And FYI: This part of Grant Industries was shut down six months ago."
Nightingale frowned. "And here I thought Ты were stealing another one of your own projects."
"Not this time." Revenge said, still standing six inches taller and much еще intimidating, although Nightingale wasn't to be underestimated either.
Nightingale swung her leg at Revenge's head. The Black Hero ducked and swung his fist at the female's stomach.
Contact.
Nightingale felt the перфоратор, удар, пунш through her body armor and spit as she doubled over. She fell back onto the ground clutching her stomach. Red Revenge walked over to her. "You have five минуты until the cops get here." He tossed her a phone and walked away.
Nightingale groaned and rolled onto her side, picking up the phone and unlocking it. A short, three-second video played.
"Take me to your leader."
It repeated over and over. On the back, scribbled in messy handwriting were two words.
"Judge." and "Playing."
"Bastard." Nightingale muttered.
Lights flicked on one by one with a deep, echoing sound. Standing in the middle of the clean, white, utterly empty basement was Red Revenge. Nightingale's dual pistols were aimed at the Black Hero in the blink of an eye.
"You're on my property." Revenge stated in a 'Im the boss' tone. "Stand down."
Nightingale hesitated a секунда еще before dropping the pistols into the low riding holsters on her hips. She'd changed her costume. Black body-armor with yellow highlights and markings. Her same weapons were in place as well as some new ones, hidden, and not hidden like the double .38s on her hips.
Revenge noted it as the female boldly strode forward.
"You haven't changed a bit." Nightingale said. "My comm is jammed. The basement is empty. And Ты are still Актёрское искусство as calm as a writer would be at a coffee shop."
"Interesting comparison." Revenge noted. "Considering I'm a vigilante confronting a thief in a room that doesn't exist. And FYI: This part of Grant Industries was shut down six months ago."
Nightingale frowned. "And here I thought Ты were stealing another one of your own projects."
"Not this time." Revenge said, still standing six inches taller and much еще intimidating, although Nightingale wasn't to be underestimated either.
Nightingale swung her leg at Revenge's head. The Black Hero ducked and swung his fist at the female's stomach.
Contact.
Nightingale felt the перфоратор, удар, пунш through her body armor and spit as she doubled over. She fell back onto the ground clutching her stomach. Red Revenge walked over to her. "You have five минуты until the cops get here." He tossed her a phone and walked away.
Nightingale groaned and rolled onto her side, picking up the phone and unlocking it. A short, three-second video played.
"Take me to your leader."
It repeated over and over. On the back, scribbled in messy handwriting were two words.
"Judge." and "Playing."
"Bastard." Nightingale muttered.
Gender: female
Species: Tiger
Relationship to team: Harleys pet
Powers:
Super strength, change color from white to orange, Sonic roar, can grow to extreme sizes. agile, all the Tiger like abilities.mental link with Harley within a 5 mile radius.
Note: Doesn't like men. likes other cat girls,and will like guys with Cat DNA , doesn't like Skylar, или any other canine/meta human
Bio:
Harley found the large cat while on a mission in India, where she found it being tortured by men, and receiving experimental drugs to enhance its molecular structure's. Harley saved her, and by accidently touching her while unhooking her, they gained a mental/ telepathic link.
Alias: Rush
Status: Ally
Relationship to team: Wolf's brother
Powers: Shift into human and волк form. Hand to hand combat, superspeed in волк form, faster than an average human in human form but not superspeed. Stronger than an average волк and human.
Bio:
After волк left with YJ, he left behind a twin brother, Who was captured by the gorilla Mallah. Mallah hooked him up to a machine that would read his thoughts. While being hooked to that, a power surge occurred, and the волк used this time to escape. But due to the power surge, Rush got the ability to switch from волк form to a human body. And gained super speed in his волк form. As a human he learned English, and hand to hand combat. He traveled until he finally reunited with волк at YJ.
Name: McKenzie Styles
Alias: Nudge
Occupation: Villain
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Powers: Flight (wings), telekinesis, ability to inflict a mental illusion of burning pain, expert hacker, experct gunsman, Posses some magic, superspeed, superstrength, perfect vision, and great hearing
Past: Created as a experiment just like Fang, Nudge escaped at the age of 9 along with Max, Izzy, The Gasman, Angel, and Kylie. She traveled wherever Fang went, except when it came to dealing with Seraphs. Nudge was a hero, until her powers spiraled and went out of control. Turning her eyes completely red.
Notes: -Nudge has a 10 год old brother named Keaton
-Nudge has long hair in civvies and short hair in villain
-She is part vampire
-Nudge now has black bat wings.
Another OC Poem
A team is a puzzle of armor,
Many of a single piece.
Fitting together with perfect precision,
Securing every chink.
(1)Fighting the shadows,
(2)Controlling the hidden,
(3)Creating a flame,
To do your bidding.
(4)Flying high as a sparrow,
(5)Wise as a leaf,
(6)Traveling in shadows,
Quick as a thief.
(7)A Phoenix fallen from grace,
(8)Plummet from the heaven,
(9)A dark winged angel,
To catch the fallen.
(10)Measure our distances speed,
(11)Put a speedster to sleep.
(12)Manipulate a natural law,
(13)Dive a hundred miles deep.
Every chink of armor,
Protected from harm.
A total set, invincibility,
No cause for alarm.
I was feeling really guilty for taking soooo long to post this. I'll do another with any remaining OCs I've missed because I know I missed many.
A team is a puzzle of armor,
Many of a single piece.
Fitting together with perfect precision,
Securing every chink.
(1)Fighting the shadows,
(2)Controlling the hidden,
(3)Creating a flame,
To do your bidding.
(4)Flying high as a sparrow,
(5)Wise as a leaf,
(6)Traveling in shadows,
Quick as a thief.
(7)A Phoenix fallen from grace,
(8)Plummet from the heaven,
(9)A dark winged angel,
To catch the fallen.
(10)Measure our distances speed,
(11)Put a speedster to sleep.
(12)Manipulate a natural law,
(13)Dive a hundred miles deep.
Every chink of armor,
Protected from harm.
A total set, invincibility,
No cause for alarm.
I was feeling really guilty for taking soooo long to post this. I'll do another with any remaining OCs I've missed because I know I missed many.