Dark D'ia
Sunlight glistened of her black wings as she flew to her new boyfriends temple, her soul somewhat coming back to her as she became happy from the thought of seeing him. Her white hair flew up into the air as she came down to the ground, wings coming back into her body, walking into the somewhat Aztec temple. The girls grey eyes looked around as she went to his throne, looking at all the blood incorporated tributes and statues. Once she reached the troon room, she saw Ez sitting on the throne, sternly talking to a few of his slaves. When he saw her, he smiles and told his slaves to leave him alone, not to disturb him. The crazy killer came down to her, smiling like an idiot as he looked at her porselein face with a perfectly painted small smile. He stood in front of her, just staring at her, smiling so much that his cheeks hurt. The dark angel threw her head back and let out a small laugh, her snow white hair getting into her face, covering her light grey eyes. He gave her a slightly confused look.
"What's so funny?" D'ia shook her head, her white hair moving with her head. She looked at him and smiled her small smile.
"You!" His red eyes gave her another confused look.
"How am I funny?" The dark angel shrugged her shoulders and chuckled softly.
"You just are. Coming over here, saying nothing, just staring at me smiling." He turned a little red, embarrassed. D'ia laughed again, her grey eyes lit up with joy. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about sweetie!" Ez smiled at her, still a little red from blushing. The dark haired man picked her up and carried her to his throne, sitting down in it and holding her in his lap. The girls soul began to become good and pure, without her noticing, and revering to her 5-year-old angel self. D'ia's body began to shrink as she rest her head on his shoulder. Ez looked down at her, his blood red eyes in shock and confusion.
"D'ia? What's happening?" The girl looked down at herself, then up at him.
"I have no idea..." she said, her voice trailing off slightly. As she shrunk down to about the size of a 5-year-old, her black wings sprung from her shoulder blades and began to molt, the new feathers coming quickly and as pure white as her hair. When she had completely stopped changing, she was a small angel, pure hearted and good, sitting in the lap of a blood crazy man, his hart-, hart only pure and good for the one he loved.
"D'ia?" He asked, making sure it was her.
"Yes?" she replied, her voice a little meer high pitched and quiet than before.
"What happened?"
"I don't know," she said, looking back at her now white wings, "It seems I've become my 5-year-old angel self from when after I died... But I don't know how it is possible." The red eyed man looked as his love, who had shrunk into a child before his eyes. He didn't know what to do. He was not good with children, and had never had to take care of one. Ez cleared his throat a little before speaking, after thinking for a few minutes.
"Maybe I could try a few spells. So u could become your age again."
"They might not work," she said, thinking, "some spells do not work on angels."
"I will only try if u let me." The porselein doll nodded, giving him permission to try a few spells. The blood thirsty man smiles and picked her up, carrying her like she was a small baby; and took her to a fontein filled with blood. Ez pulled out a mes and pushes it against his skin, not cutting yet. D'ia's eyes widened, seeing the sharp mes at his skin.
"What are u doing?"
"Getting ready to start the spell."
"Do u have to cut yourself?" she asked, her voice quiet and full of fear.
"The spell works better when u use the blood of the person who loves the person the spell is being used on," he told her as he cut himself a little, some of the blood dripping into the pool, some falling onto her smooth pale skin.
"You are going to have to get into the pool for the spell babe." The girl put her arms out in front of her, trying to get him to lift her up into the blood. It took him a few seconden to understand what she wanted, then finally picked the little girl up and set her in the blood. Ez began to mutter a spell, making the blood bubble and rise a little. D'ia looked at him, seeing him concentrate hard on the spell. The small girl looked down at herself, noticing her body changing as he chanted the spell. She went from age 5 to age 8, age 8 to age 14, until she finally became 17-years-old once more.
"Sweetie, u can stop now," she told him, her voice full of purity and generosity. He stopped chanting, the blood calming down in the pool D'ia still sat in, and came down to the floor, most of his energy drained from his concentration. The girl came out of the pool, blood dripping on the floor as she sat volgende to him, lifting his head with her thin hand.
"Sweetie? Are u okay?" she asked him, her voice soft and worried.
"I'm fine babe. The spell just uses a lot of my power, but it was worth it to bring u back," he said, smiling up at her. The angel smiled an innocent smile back at him, planting a gentile kiss on his cheek. He started to smile at her uncontrollably, making her laugh softly again, her snowy hair flying into her face.
"Babe, could u get me up? I don't have enough strength to stand." She nodded and picked him up, holding him as if she were cradling him like a child. D'ia walked over to his Aztec looking troon and sat him down in it, standing in front of him, her white feathery wings in the air. Ez smiled and pat his lap, wanting her to sit down with him.
"Are u sure?" The blood thirsty man nodded, extending a hand towards her. The angel took his hand and carefully sat down in his lap, resting her head on his shoulder. He smiled, wrapping and arm around her after she put her wings back into her shoulder blades. D'ia curled up in his lap, cuddling closer to him without hurting him. Ex wrapped his arms around her, holding her protectively as he fell asleep in his throne. Before he fell asleep, the angel whispered something to him.
"I love you," she said.
"I love u too," he said, his face in a permanent smile as he fell asleep.
Arcineh
Alias: Phase
Age: 17
Appearance: short pixie cut black hair, deep brown eyes.
Personality: She will laugh at almost anything, she can't help it how much she laughs at the smallest things. she a Tomboy.
Abilities/Powers: she has the ability to stop time for a moment in time, whether it be dodging an attack of just to confuse her opponent. To others it may seem like she has super speed but she can verplaats at the speed of light when freezing the time.
Relationship: Single
Civvies: black tights, with toms, crewnecks, long sleeves, sweaters.
Past :Unknown
Others: sometimes her powers back brand on here and she stuns herself and gets short term memory loss.
This charrie goes door the name Jenson King. Overly-gelled black hair to match his green eyes, this kid could be a Greaser, I swear. When he gets angry, of his body is put under a large amount of stress, he has the ability to retreat into the form of a black leopard. Even when in human form, his cat-like eyes and fangs give him night-vision, and an unusual taste for catnip. Jenson's past remains a secret, even to him. His earliest memory is waking up in the middle of the jungle at age twelve, only to be taken to civilization door tourists. He enjoyed old, classic streetfighting games, hence his Greaser appearance. At age sixteen, he traveled to America, and joined the team. Knowing meer Hindi than English, he often just sits in the rafters and watches everyone.
This biography has many sketchy points, and most of my biographies will, until I'm used to writing them, so, patience.
This biography has many sketchy points, and most of my biographies will, until I'm used to writing them, so, patience.
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