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posted by SilverWings13
"Am I dead?"
The woman-- My mother continues smiling, shakes her head, takes a сиденье, место, сиденья on the couch. Rests those summer-rain irises on me, takes in my shock, confusion, the volume of Вопросы written across my expression.
"My God," she breaths, "My little girl's all grown up."
"Mom.. I don't understand," I barely notice the tears slipping down my cheeks. "You died in that fire. Ты and Dad both.." A too-hopeful thought occurs to me and I find myself glancing around the room in Поиск of the answer to the Вопрос I ask next. "Is he here, too?"
I wonder if I imagine the sad shadow drawn from her smile by the question. Then again, I must be imagining
all of this.
"No. Your father and Daemian have both moved on."
"Why haven't you?"
"Because, Aryess, I wanted to talk to you." My expression must betray the terror I feel. My brain reminding me none of this could possibly exist, my сердце yearning me to get closer to my mother. She pats the cushion beside her, and my сердце wins. I'm sitting beside her before I realize it. Her hand brushes away the stream of loss sliding down my cheeks. The contact of her skin against mine as she brushes away the tears feels so
real and I want so much for it to be.
"I know about Declan. I know about Riley. I know Ты were an assassin, that Ты were killed by them. Because they wanted me," I turn my head, breaking the contact before it breaks me. "What's there to talk about, Mom?"
"Everything, sweetheart Ты are so young, Ты can't understand all of this yet. And I wouldn't want Ты to."
"Why? I know it's not your fault Ты had to leave, but I need your help!" I'm suddenly frustrated, angry. My life has become a mystery and no matter how hard I Поиск for clues, all I find is riddles. "Nothing makes sense anymore!" I feel vulnerable, like my mother has cracked my сердце open and thoughts, feelings, pain flows with my blood. "I don't want to keep screwing everything up." I let my head fall, shoulder slump, surrender myself and remember this is what having a mother is like. Someone who could catch Ты as Ты fell and teach Ты how to fly all over again. How did I forget this feeling in a short 8 years?
"I can't fix everything for you," she says in a mournful tone. "I'm so sorry I can't be there for Ты forever. I wish I could go back with you, but I can't do that. But you're strong. And Ты can overcome the difficulties that face you."
I feel like a helpless eight-year-old as I say, "But I can't. It's to much, there's so much. Mom, please. Please come back. Help me."
"I can't do that," she repeats, stroking my hair gently with those warm, too-real fingers. "But there are those who can. Those who Ты can trust. Isn't there someone Ты love, Aryess? Someone Ты want to be with forever?"
An image of dark hair, handsome, well defined features, and steely grey eyes, God, those eyes, flashes through my mind. I feel the heat crawl up my neck and spread across my cheeks. My mother's smile reappears at the blush.
"See?"
"But what if I'm only putting him in danger?"
"If he's the one for you, you'll be able to keep him safe. You'll protect each other."
I meet her eyes, the crystal-blue eyes belonging to my brothers, my nephew, the mother that I will forever miss. I don't want to let this feeling of being so close to her, of being so secure, safe, to ever fade away. But I can't find my foothold as the world falls out beneath me and the darkness takes over once again.
posted by CoaxochYJ
So, since my sister was begging me, I let her, dont kill me!




Name: Alex Jephin.

Alias: White Lotus

Appearance: Red hair, blue eyes, fair skin.

Civvies: Jeans, white tank top.

'Stume: link

Weapons: Sword

Powers: Invisibilty, Sonic Scream, Levitation.

Skills: Acrobatic, Swordskill. Martial Arts Master.

Past: Has been trained hardcore since childhood. Trained to be fast, and able to escape an organisation called "The Undead". Mastering all movements but, one her father called "The Wind Willow". She struggles with the move, but wont accept help. Her mom died giving birth to her. She went to the League after...
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posted by SilverWingsYJ
It wasn't difficult for Silver to shimmy her way the rest of the way across the beam. Once she reached the other wall, she gripped the beam and lowered herself. For a moment, she hung from the beam by her fingertips before releasing her hold.
Silver landed in a crouch behind a stacked клеть, ящик and froze for a moment. Her сердце thudded in her ears, making it difficult to listen for the shouts and alarms she was dreading. The calm murmurs of the gamblers continued.
She crept down the line of crates, careful to keep in the shadows, until the murmurs grew to talk.
"I swear, they never even saw us coming,"...
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posted by BloodyMascara_
 Harmonian
Harmonian
Harmonian.








Name: Ciel Norrian.

Alias: Harmonian.

Appearance: 6'0 tall, purple eyes, white hair.

Gender: Male.

Civies: Usually a white t-shirt and jeans will due, an occational куртка aswell.

Hero-Suit: Blue tailcoat, a top-hat and black jeans.

Weapons: He carries around a spoon. And a pocket нож he carries around in civies. And a (A spoon XP) And with his power, (see powers) can make a weapon.

Skills: Fair Пение voice, extreemly agile.

Powers: When he sings a special chorus, he can create или repair items such as..... a ожерелье made of pearls, he sings "Build it up with silver and pearl, silver...
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Damian's Introduction

From The Arrowette Series Book II:



"That," Stephanie said, running a towel over her damp forehead. "Was a workout."

"So when are Ты coming to the Manor?" Helena asked.

"Whoah, Whoah, Whoah, Whoah." A new voice said. "Who said--"

"Bruce." Helena responded as Red Robin walked in.

"Bats gave Ты the clear?" Tim asked. "And here I thought he LIKED me."

"Ah, cheer up Tim." Helena said, patting the Bird on his shoulder. "He let Ты be Robin with no training. I'm his daughter and I had to wait six months."

Tim smiled, but turned his attention to the zeta-tubes as they warmed up.

"Recognized:...
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posted by BloodyMascara_
 Melissa
Melissa
Melissa






Name: Melissa Wellings

Hero name: Coaxoch

Hair: Black.

Eyes: Hypnotic green.

Relation to the Team: ((*Snikers* R_L and KFF are going to kill me...)) Devin and Fangs child from the future. ((SHHH!!!! They dont know it yet....))

Powers: When hugged by the opposite sex или under to much stress, transforms into a small dragon(Willingly или unwillingly. SO I EXPECT ONE OF Ты GUYS TO TRIP ONTO HER!), (When dragon) Flight, (Human) levitation(Self and other objects/people).

Skills: Black ремень, пояс, пояса in martial arts, Cooking, pick pocket.

Personality: Never gives up, (OVERLY)protective of friends, never backs...
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posted by Mclovin_69
Name: Jeremy Thompson ( Jet for a nickname)

Hero Name: Jet

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Relations: cousin to Bentley

Apperance: shaggy dark black hair that is actually brown and carmel brown eyes

Powers/Skills: he has no powers but is very skilled with weapons preferably his long hooks that he uses on trees to climb. He also has many skills in combat. He has many skills in nature calls and bird calls, he even made his own language in bird callls to communicate with his group who call themselves the Valley Heroians.

Personality: he is very outgoing when he wants to be and very caring for others, hes еще open...
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posted by SilverWings13
Random poem/anthem thingy. Came up with it on the bus ride home. Sowwy if it sucks

Our time is limited. Rarely do we see the end, my friend.

For our time will come when we can no longer fight the beast,
On our souls it shall feast.

But we fight to live, live to fight,
Refuse to take flight,
For the time we can.

Underestimation,
Pain mistaken.

Never shall we surrender.

Never will we give into the fright.

Never shall we go gentle into the night.

Creds to Dylan Thomas for that last line!
 (creds to whoever made this)
(creds to whoever made this)
posted by Robin_Love
As requested.


She paced back and forth in the small width of her room. The other occupant followed her and just listened.
“Nonononononono! Why did this happen to me?! NOT okay! Stupid gum. Stupid people. Stupid world!”
“It's not ending just because-”
“Shush!”
The other sighed, still watching.
“It wasn't just anything. It was a symbol. I didn't want to part with it!!!”
“Becca, you're being ridiculous.”
“Yes. But I don't care!”
“Any other things Ты want to rant about?”
Becca glared at the other in her room.
“No.”
“Then we should train.”
“But-”
“NO buts!”
“Fine....
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Source: THOSE PEOPLE!
Okay don't be hating on me for this, I'm not trying to start a fight. I just think that we'd all be better off if we at least read these and thought about them, even if just for a second. I'm gonna say this right now: these are not cut-and-dry rules. By no means am I forcing Ты to follow them, and there will be exceptions. These are just suggestions, on how to make your OCs well liked and better off. So, with that being said, in no particular order, here are 15 suggestions for making good OCs.
1. Ask yourself if making a new OC is really necessary.. Don't contribute to the overcrowding unless...
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