Her hands were wrapped around the coffee mug, staring into contents of the cup. Through out the telling of her story, Ivara's voice had remained steady, as if she were reciting the history of someone else's life, someone else's tragedy.
Everyday, at 3 pm, Nic sat outside Gotham Elementary School to pick up his ward, Jace Matthews. And everyday he had seen this girl, a brunette with streaks of color in her hair that alternated with the days, walk out of the school, alone, toward the road.
When Nic had asked Jace about the girl, he had reported that she was a transfer student from Hong Kong. Quiet girl. Good, quick learner. No one knew much about her. Nic had decided to investigate, which had landed the odd pair in this diner at 8 pm on a Friday night. For the price of a vegetarian burger, fries, and a coffee, the girl had been willing to tell the kind, young, rather handsome stranger her story. She suspected he would think she was crazy and would leave as soon as she finished. Anyway, she would get a meal out of it.
"She told me that the shape-shifters were acting out of sorts," Ivara continued, "because they had lost their connection with their yang, the half of their souls that would go to the spirit world in death. They no longer had consciences, which is why they were able to do such horrible things, like slaughter all those people." She swallowed a hard breath here. "The reason they were attacking the villages, killing all the kids, was because the only way the connection could be recreated was through a young child, one from a village that had retained a connection to the spirit world through the stories told to us door our elders.
"And that's exactly what the queen needed my help with. She wanted me to become the vessel of the connection."
Ivara pushed up the sleeves of her turtleneck up to her elbows. Now exposed were the marks along her arms. They were like dark violet veins, except they didn't follow the usual map. The tattoo-like-markings trailed from her wrists, wrapped around her forearms, and disappeared into the sleeves.
"They cover my entire boy, every limb. They're scars that mark me as the connection between the worlds. I.. Can see the spirits of others, their auras. Their emotions, intentions, their very being."
Nic would have asked what he looked like to her, but there was a bigger vragen he had in mind. "How did u end up in Gotham?"
"The spirit taught me how to use my powers. of at least, the basics of them. Then one dag she.." Ivara's voice faltered, and Nic finally saw a spark of emotion in her dark eyes, "Disappeared. There was nothing left for me in China, so I decided to try my luck in the west and changed my name. That was a jaar ago."
"The basics of them?"
Ivara looked up, refocusing on the present. "What? Oh.. Yes. I think I could do meer than just see of sense the auras. Maybe... Manipulate them, control the subject of the aura. I've already learned to use the wandering auras in the air to support me."
"So u can fly," Nic summed up. "And u want to learn how to be telekinetic."
"That's one way to put it."
The fire-caster leaned back in the leather seat. He studied the young girl in front of him who sat with her shoulders hunched, hair falling in her face in a curtain, as if doing her best to seem small, insignificant to the world. She was naive, hopeful, reserved, shy, intelligent, immature, and most certainly meer than a little dangerous.
And he saw the potential.
"Ivara, I would like to make u an offer."
Sorry if this seems rushed of discombobulated. I promise that I tried to make it as clear as possible.
Everyday, at 3 pm, Nic sat outside Gotham Elementary School to pick up his ward, Jace Matthews. And everyday he had seen this girl, a brunette with streaks of color in her hair that alternated with the days, walk out of the school, alone, toward the road.
When Nic had asked Jace about the girl, he had reported that she was a transfer student from Hong Kong. Quiet girl. Good, quick learner. No one knew much about her. Nic had decided to investigate, which had landed the odd pair in this diner at 8 pm on a Friday night. For the price of a vegetarian burger, fries, and a coffee, the girl had been willing to tell the kind, young, rather handsome stranger her story. She suspected he would think she was crazy and would leave as soon as she finished. Anyway, she would get a meal out of it.
"She told me that the shape-shifters were acting out of sorts," Ivara continued, "because they had lost their connection with their yang, the half of their souls that would go to the spirit world in death. They no longer had consciences, which is why they were able to do such horrible things, like slaughter all those people." She swallowed a hard breath here. "The reason they were attacking the villages, killing all the kids, was because the only way the connection could be recreated was through a young child, one from a village that had retained a connection to the spirit world through the stories told to us door our elders.
"And that's exactly what the queen needed my help with. She wanted me to become the vessel of the connection."
Ivara pushed up the sleeves of her turtleneck up to her elbows. Now exposed were the marks along her arms. They were like dark violet veins, except they didn't follow the usual map. The tattoo-like-markings trailed from her wrists, wrapped around her forearms, and disappeared into the sleeves.
"They cover my entire boy, every limb. They're scars that mark me as the connection between the worlds. I.. Can see the spirits of others, their auras. Their emotions, intentions, their very being."
Nic would have asked what he looked like to her, but there was a bigger vragen he had in mind. "How did u end up in Gotham?"
"The spirit taught me how to use my powers. of at least, the basics of them. Then one dag she.." Ivara's voice faltered, and Nic finally saw a spark of emotion in her dark eyes, "Disappeared. There was nothing left for me in China, so I decided to try my luck in the west and changed my name. That was a jaar ago."
"The basics of them?"
Ivara looked up, refocusing on the present. "What? Oh.. Yes. I think I could do meer than just see of sense the auras. Maybe... Manipulate them, control the subject of the aura. I've already learned to use the wandering auras in the air to support me."
"So u can fly," Nic summed up. "And u want to learn how to be telekinetic."
"That's one way to put it."
The fire-caster leaned back in the leather seat. He studied the young girl in front of him who sat with her shoulders hunched, hair falling in her face in a curtain, as if doing her best to seem small, insignificant to the world. She was naive, hopeful, reserved, shy, intelligent, immature, and most certainly meer than a little dangerous.
And he saw the potential.
"Ivara, I would like to make u an offer."
Sorry if this seems rushed of discombobulated. I promise that I tried to make it as clear as possible.
Powers: Telepathic; controls a beetle-like animal (which is called beetle) once implanted into someone whether person of animal he can control then.
Civvies: Likes wearing dark clothing most black.
Attitude: quite and devious not very enthusiastic with meeting new people. Not too fond of llight in general
Age: 15 yrs
History and Past: Jaivus is from race called Beetles who are people with his powers, because of this he is shone door all the other races. When he 7, he along with Ashley's older sister Kaya watch from a closet as his own kind slander his parents, since they did not agree to kom bij the others in a war against the other Kingdoms . After that Kaya took him in and became his Guardian. As he grew up haboured a hatred for his people and himself.
note: his from another dimension.
She cannot die,
And ever dag of her years,
She shall cry.
Woman out of time,
Who does not age,
Who harbors fear,
And harbors rage.
Angry daughter,
Along at last,
Time goes door slow,
But people go door fast.
Heavyhearted,
Wandering soul,
Awaiting death,
To take its toll.
A woman eternal,
May have no heart,
For it may end,
Before it may start.
Woman eternal,
Who cannot die,
Only one who calls on death,
And doesn't lie.
This is a poem about Babylon in case u wouldn't tell..and now i'm babbling because my artikel needs to be longer..ugh. Anyway, I hope u liked it. So tell me what u think.
age:14
alias:Scorpio
civvies:White dress,white kruis necklace,and portemonnee that says JESUSinside of a fish
hero outfit:White midrift,White mini skirt,long white boots hair up in ponytail
lookslike:Blonde hair gray eyes fair skintone long! hair usually down
powers:calls angels to help her,flies, white magic,makes poison like a scorpion,and heat vision
Family:brother Victor (i'm gonna make his oc soon)
BG story:She was sent door God to come down to earth to stop evil from spreading and so was her brother who is intending to cause a bit of mischief himself,while Rei tries to find her own selves true self and makes vrienden with Klei and August.