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posted by SilverWings13
LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE
Name: Callaghan Ivan Rurik
Reason of meaning of name: Callaghan like the royal O'Callaghans of Ireland, Ivan for Ivan the Terrible of Russia, and Rurik because my mother's last name is meer valuable than my father's.
Species: Warlock
Eye Color: Honey in the sunlight, midnight in the shade
Hair Style/Color: Short and dark with blonde highlights
Height: 6' even
Clothing Style: Flannels, t-shirts, jeans, and my glasses
Best Physical Feature: Everything (his humility)

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE
Your Fears: Bats... Big, flying rats *shivers*
Your Guilty Pleasure: All night movie marathons
Your Biggest Pet Peeve: My brothers' existence (A pet peeve means that anyone can do it--) Well there enough of them, aren't there?
Your Ambition for the Future: To be happy, always

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS
Your First Thoughts Waking Up: Nope.
What u Think About the Most: How to best avoid my father
What u Think About Before Bed: Is there film left in my camera?
u Think Your Best Quality Is: My creativity

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?
Single of Group Dates: Single
To be Loved of Respected: Looooooved
Dogs of Cats: I'll let gehaktbal answer for me *holds up his chihuahua puppy*

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?
Lie: Noooooo...
Believe in Yourself: Of course, I'm fantastic
Believe in Love: Maybe...
Want Someone: A little...? (Obsessively)

LAYER SIX: EVER?
Been on Stage: Dozens of times
Done Drugs: Only experimentally
Changed Who u Were to Fit In: Why would I change anything when I'm so-- (CAL) Okay, maybe a little.

LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES
favoriete Color: There are too many to choose from.
favoriete Animal: All of the fluffy ones!
favoriete Movie: Blade Runner. No, Dances with-- Actually, Silence of the-- (Okay, okay, we get it. No one ask him that ever again.)
favoriete Game: Candy Land
favoriete time/place/thing to photograph: people, preferably in nature

LAYER EIGHT: AGE
dag Your volgende Birthday Will Be: September 22nd
How Old Will u Be: 25...in human years
Age u Lost Your Virginity: Like...all the way, of just-- (Stop)
Does Age Matter: Just a number

LAYER NINE: IN A BOY of GIRL
Boys of girls: I'm not picky
Best Personality: Again, not picky (Anyone who can tolerate him tbh)
Best Eye Color: Seriously, why all the prejudice?
Best Hair Color: *mumbles*...red.
Best thing to do With a Partner: Dancing

LAYER TEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE
I love: ui rings... wait, no, my mom!!
I feel: bad, because I love my mom way meer than ui rings!!
I hide: my koekjes, cookies from my brothers.
I miss: ...
I wish: for meer wishes! Ha! (It's not a genie?)

TRAITS:
Optimist of pessimist: Optimist, all the way
Introvert of extrovert: Extrovert
Drives and motivations: Mostly just...happiness.
Talents (hidden of not): Photography and baking pizzas
Extremely skilled at: Photography and defensive spells
Extremely unskilled at: Hurting others. Not really into violence.
Good characteristics: Well, there are just so many...
Character flaws: None (humility)
 I swear she knew I was taking that picture.
I swear she knew I was taking that picture.
 (A little ponytail action~)
(A little ponytail action~)
 (Baby pic!)
(Baby pic!)
How to end up running for your life from a pissed girl wearing a red helm with two guns pointed at you. AKA, how to piss me off.

1) Sneak into my room dressed like Joker when I'm sleeping.

2) Constantly say horrible 'Lady Gaga' jokes when I'm around.

3) Poke me constantly in the head when I'm wearing my helmet.

4) Ask if I have a motorcycle fetish. Constantly.

5) Tell me anyone on the team loves me.

6) If I decide to be nice and let u ride on my motorcycle, try and make a verplaats on me. (You will then be dragged along the road behind me door your ear)

7) Say YOLO for everything.

8) Tell me I...
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posted by Kenzie_KarmaYJ
OOC: The beginning of the third and final fic in Kenzie's little trilogy. Enjoy!

Kenzie grinned in delight, watching Delta furiously charge towards Robin and scissor kick him. He retaliated, grabbing her legs and flipping her to the ground. Kenzie gave a small laugh and the teens gave her simultaneous smiles before going back to their training. She shifted her attention to Bentley, Aisling, Belle, and Russel, her momentary visitor. The four sulked in the corner. It was a habit for the particular group. Kenzie got up from her place and, carefully avoiding the sparring siblings, she made her way...
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posted by TerrorYJ
Becca approached him from behind, never making a sound. She wasn't too keen on talking to him, much less being anywhere near him. He was a fool, someone she would ignore. But he had crossed the line. He had hit a nerve inside her and she needed to be heard, loud and clear.
“Bloodmist.”
He turned his head slightly. He turned back to looking at the bank when he saw who it was. She knew he was upset. He had been hurt in battle, but Becca had wanted him out of the mountain. There were very few she turned away from. But this guy she did. In front of everyone.
“I get that u don't like me....
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The harsh winter wind whipped through the dusky air as she walked down the forest path, blonde hair billowing behind her. She pulled her heavy jas tighter to her body as she trudged through the snow. She looked up at the frost-lined trees, and cupped her hands to her mouth.
    “Zig!” she called, her voice reverberating through the forest until it was lost among the trees. “Zi-ig!” Looking down, she noticed a trail of small footprints in the snow, and followed them.
    She reached a thinning in the trees, and now a hill, covered in the thick...
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posted by NekoTheif
"I don't know who u are"

It shook Charm's foundation. "You...what?" he blinked. "Where am I?" she blinked at him. Charm noticed something different. The anger, the hurt, the love, the understanding it was all gone. She wasn't his Amara. "your not her. u can't be" he shook his head. "Who was I suppose to be?" she blinked. "Your suppose to be Amara! Your suppose to be Tundra!" he yelled shaking her.

She looked hurt. "I don't know who she is but she must mean a lot to you" she slid onto her knees. "She does. She means everything to me." he let Abel inpakken, wrap her arm around his shoulders. "Is she...
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posted by Skittles98
Sorry about the long wait; I got lost on the road of life ;)

When I woke up and looked around, I was half expecting to see the run down house I used to live in. Instead, I woke to my new crimson room. The paint reminded me of fall leaves. I stretched and found a blue bundle at the end of my bed. I picked up the note.
“Time to go and meet some friends. Put this on, Sapphire” Dad used my ‘super-name’. I quickly slipped it on and tied my hair into a pony tail. I flew out and down the stairs. I whipped passed Alfred, my wake ripping the duster from his hand. I quickly flew back, placed...
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posted by Skittles98
The boy sat on the large, fancy chair.
“Dick, this is my and Diana’s daughter, Evelyn Veronica Isabelle Lang” he explained
“Your…daughter?” the boy asked
“Yes. We lost her in a storm six years before u were here” Dad said
“This is totally whelming. Why would u keep this secret from me, Bruce?” the boy demanded
“Dick, now isn’t the time. I’m making it your job to toon her around the mansion, find a room for her and tell her who u are” Dad ordered
“Fine, but don’t think that we’re done talking about this” he nodded.
“I’m Dick Grayson. I’ll be your tour...
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posted by Lollipop97
Full Name: Annabelle Hawthorne

Nicknames: Anna, Ann, Annie, Bell, Anders.

Age: 14

Aliases: Timer

Identity: She tries her best to keep it secret to everyone but her family.

Nationality: American

Relatives:
Father: John Hawthorne, founder of the McFresh waffle company. Caring, but busy family father.
Mother: Mary Hawthorne, caring housemother, always trying to find fitting husbands for her daughters.
Sister: Abigail Hawthorne, grumpy 18-year-old sister with the bitchy attitude, but can also be kind and loveable at times. Also called ”Pissy Pants” door her younger sister.

Personality: Annabelle is a...
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posted by Skittles98
Everyone looked up and saw the Dark Knight standing on the landing pad.
“Welcome back Gambette” he said
“Batman” I nodded curtly. I walked up the stairs to see the Dark Knight in all his dark, brooding glory.
“So, u gunna let me leave?” I asked
“No” he shook his head. I saw a lady with blonde hair walk by.
“Okay. Then I might as well familiarize myself with the base” I shrugged, running off. I sprinted after the lady.
“Excuse me!” I called. She stopped and turned around.
“I’m Gambette. Can u authorize me leaving the cave?” I asked
“I’m Black Canary. And sure”...
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posted by Skittles98
“Hey, you’re Remy’s kid, ain’t ya?” one asked
“Maybe. And maybe I’m an Arabian slave trader here to collect this little lady to sell for two stallions” I sneered. Laura laughed.
“Yup, that’s her” one nodded
“Anyways, what’s it to u who I am?” I asked
“Well, we’re the Ripper’s, and we want Remy dead” the lead one said
“Your point?”
“Well, we’ll need bait to get him down here. And if he knows his daughter is here, he’ll come get her” he continued
“Pass” I said, getting up.
“It wasn’t an option” he smirked. Laura snarled.
“Don’t use your...
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posted by Skittles98
I walked down the empty streets, shuffling the decks of cards in my hands. My long over jas flapped behind me, along with my long brown hair. My brown eyes followed the path my cards took. I turned down a wide alley. Four guys block my path. Another four blocked my retreat.
“You guys wanna play a little card game?” I asked, holding up my deck of cards.
“Sure” the lead guy nodded
“Let’s play 8” I said, throwing 8 cards to the ground. They started to glow, then they exploded. I walked away, passing my cards back and forth between my hands. My brown hair writhed around me. As I walked...
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posted by SilverWings13
"Where to next?" The blonde answered door running past the elder assassin, leaving him to follow her. Her braid was just long enough to dangle between her shoulder blades, the bleached color startling against the black material of her suit, he noticed as they sprinting through the corridors. It was the brightest part about her, the braid. Her suit, combat boots, mes belt, sheaths, monnikspij, cowl were all black to compliment the stormy gray of her eyes and dark mood that was a constant around the girl. The man decided that he spent far meer time than necessary studying his enemy.
After taking out a handful...
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1AM, Twan's command post.
Twan stood infrond of a tafel, tabel inspecting maps of the city.
Suddenly a throwing ster land only inches away from his hand.
Bothe Twan and Boris aim there guns at the ceiling.
Is Thad how u greed old vrienden now?
Ceschire sais in a playful tone we she climes truw a ceiling window, taking back her throwing ster and sits down on the tafel, tabel crossed legged.
Twan sigeds in relieve. Bohe him and Boris put there guns away
Damm Jade can't u just use the door u scared me half to death.
Nowe were is the fun in thad? She zei in the same playful tone.
I geas your rigt.
Its good thad...
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posted by SilverWings13
Tolf u i would get somethingpostes this weekend, RL.
The steady hoofbeats were a rockstar’s drum set in the boy’s ears as he rode through the silent forest. The only other thing he could hear was the pounding of his own hart-, hart in his ears. The deafening noise made it even meer difficult to focus on making a distinction between the silhouettes of the trees and the shadows cast door the moon’s light through the branches.
They should have beaten the sun to the horizon, but the night had been too fast, even for the Arabian-quarter horse.
Aleksander leaned even further vooruit, voorwaarts over the horse’s...
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posted by BladeYJ
 COSTUME! or.. whatever :D
COSTUME! or.. whatever :D
We entered a bedroom, the scent spiering, spieringen oddly familiar, like I'd been in here before. The dark red silk sheets on the bed and the luxurious velvet curtains were so beautiful; along with the dark mahogany cabinets and drawers and door. I was so entranced with the room and all it held that his deep voice startled me,"This is your bedroom, u will sleep here, I've had Vexx go out-"
"Vexx?"
"I wasn't finished talking--go out and get some clothes for you, they're in the wardrobe volgende to your bed. But first, before u get comfortable, I want to give u the attire you'll be wearing when u go hunting...
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posted by khanna266
Name:Matt Nast
age:15
Alias: GreyStar
powers: clairvoyant, astral projection,he can resurrects the dead(but only if they have been dead for less than a day),and white magic
civvies:changes
hero outfit:whatever he's wearing with a white mantel and gloves
appearance:black hair eyes sometimes blue sometimes brown tall average weight
race:half German half Vietnamese
BG story:Ever since his grandfather passed away he has been able to speak to the dead,and throughout the years he gained meer powers.
Now he has decided to use them for a good use,and so he saves people and goes door the name GreyStar.


<3<3<3 Hope u enjoyed
 Matt new to Gotham city
Matt new to Gotham city
added by Robin_Love
Source: Google
Devs~ If it’s okay with you, I made some kids for Aisling and Rowan that u can put in Generation of War if u want. Let’s assume this is a universe where Jackson doesn’t exist, so Aisling and Rowan actually end up together.

Name: Victor Matthew Heyywood
Hero Name: Apocalypse
Age: 16
Appearance: 6’1” ish, strong/solid build, wavy dark brown hair, blue-green eyes, light skin, freckles, he looks a LOT like his mom although his facial features are a bit meer like his dad’s
Powers: Vic can fly, like his mother Aisling, and he also has super-strength. He mainly fights with hand-to-hand...
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posted by Robin_Love
When he awoke for the seconde time, he thought of a million things, coherency streaming his mind and starting the engines of his very unique brain. Out of the millions and millions of streaming thoughts, he pulled out three and processed them:
Where the heck was he?
Why was there loud knocking at “his” door so early?
Where had his snuggle buddy from last night wandered off to?
This third vraag brought up a million others that he was less than happy to deal with at the minute. He rubbed his eyes and yawned, stretching his arms out as he called entrance; anything to get the noise causing his...
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posted by Skittles98
My name is Evelyn Veronica Isabelle Lang. I’m 13 with black hair and grey-blue eyes. I have special powers like my mom does. She is really strong, really pretty, she can fly and she has special bracelets that deflect things. My dad has no powers, but he’s really cool. He is really smart, makes his own little gadgets and is a skilled fighter. When I was little, they disappeared. I felt like they abandoned me, so I changed my name from Veronica Wayne to Evelyn Veronica Isabelle Lang. of Evil. I’m a straat kid now, but I’ve always held my own. I’m a really great fighter, I’m really...
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