Well te guys wanted più Terror and were also suggesting couples. So here's a look at Terror's tender side. Don't get too excited. It won't come out often.
He felt it like a sudden bullet. Fear. It hit him fast and it hit him hard. He placed his hands to his head, willing the sudden pain to go away. Most often he would take the fear away without needing to find the host of it. But he chose to look and was glad when he did. He walked among the shadow world, picking a rose as he went. He twirled the fiore in his hand, ignoring the thorns that penetrated his skin. He stepped through one shadow and exited into her room. She was sitting on the floor, crying. The room had been littered with weapons and various shards of glass. All because of her fear.
“You're nothing like him.”
She looked up and wiped at her tears.
“Terror. What are te doing here?”
He smiled and sat beside her, not caring about glass o knifes.
“Even your fear can't hide from me. I've fought demons of highest rank and still know their fear. Your fear can't hide from me.”
“I just-”
“I know the fear face. But te are nothing like him. He doesn't control te anymore. You've won, Blade.”
“But what if he's in me still?”
“He isn't.”
“How do te know?”
“Because I'd see the fear of it, trying to remain alive, trying to take over and consume you. Even he has fear, Blade. But only monsters can see it.”
“Why do te keep calling yourself that?! Terror te are no monster!”
“You're wrong. Because I feel it every day. Desperately clawing it's way to freedom.”
“I've seen your so called monster. It's not as bad as te think.”
Terror let out a strangled laugh and Blade raised her eyebrows.
“You've only seen my first monster, love. Let's hope te never see the real thing.”
“And how bad is THIS monster? And how many do te have?”
“Three forms. Each più dangerous than the first. My third monster form...let's just say, te don't ever want me that angry.”
“Terror...”
He twirled the rose in his hand and flicked it into her open hand. Her face softened when she saw it.
“Where do te get these?”
He smiled and pulled her onto his lap.
“The only place I go. Even little weapons need surprises.”
Blade smiled, a light blush covering her cheeks. Terror kissed her temple.
“I Amore you, my little weapon.”
She looked at him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“I Amore te too, my monster.”
Yay. All over. If this was...eh Idk inappropriate o not okay for anyone, let me know. For future reference. Also, te think I was accurate on Blade????
He felt it like a sudden bullet. Fear. It hit him fast and it hit him hard. He placed his hands to his head, willing the sudden pain to go away. Most often he would take the fear away without needing to find the host of it. But he chose to look and was glad when he did. He walked among the shadow world, picking a rose as he went. He twirled the fiore in his hand, ignoring the thorns that penetrated his skin. He stepped through one shadow and exited into her room. She was sitting on the floor, crying. The room had been littered with weapons and various shards of glass. All because of her fear.
“You're nothing like him.”
She looked up and wiped at her tears.
“Terror. What are te doing here?”
He smiled and sat beside her, not caring about glass o knifes.
“Even your fear can't hide from me. I've fought demons of highest rank and still know their fear. Your fear can't hide from me.”
“I just-”
“I know the fear face. But te are nothing like him. He doesn't control te anymore. You've won, Blade.”
“But what if he's in me still?”
“He isn't.”
“How do te know?”
“Because I'd see the fear of it, trying to remain alive, trying to take over and consume you. Even he has fear, Blade. But only monsters can see it.”
“Why do te keep calling yourself that?! Terror te are no monster!”
“You're wrong. Because I feel it every day. Desperately clawing it's way to freedom.”
“I've seen your so called monster. It's not as bad as te think.”
Terror let out a strangled laugh and Blade raised her eyebrows.
“You've only seen my first monster, love. Let's hope te never see the real thing.”
“And how bad is THIS monster? And how many do te have?”
“Three forms. Each più dangerous than the first. My third monster form...let's just say, te don't ever want me that angry.”
“Terror...”
He twirled the rose in his hand and flicked it into her open hand. Her face softened when she saw it.
“Where do te get these?”
He smiled and pulled her onto his lap.
“The only place I go. Even little weapons need surprises.”
Blade smiled, a light blush covering her cheeks. Terror kissed her temple.
“I Amore you, my little weapon.”
She looked at him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“I Amore te too, my monster.”
Yay. All over. If this was...eh Idk inappropriate o not okay for anyone, let me know. For future reference. Also, te think I was accurate on Blade????
Kenzie freaks out when Robin tells her that she's going to go insane if she stays with Brennan for too much longer. She watches the fight begin as Brennan picks her up and tightens his grip on her. Screaming, she accidentally freezes time. She then asks for an explanation from Robin, who tells her Fin's real story and who Kenzie was. Kenzie gets really upset da this and time is unfrozen, but no one actually notices. Chelsea gets the upper hand and attacks everyone.
OOC: FINAL INSTALLMENT FRIDAY!!! 'bout damn time too...
OOC: FINAL INSTALLMENT FRIDAY!!! 'bout damn time too...
Alias: Ember
Age: 16
Power: witch who can control fuoco and uses magic
Alliance: for right now I don't even care the line between villian and hero is basically non-existant so call her whatever te want
Appearance: long arancia, arancio hair (now tied up in either a ponytail o pigtails), brown eyes, 5 ft. 8"
Personality: Calm, hot-tempered, withdrawn, loner(ish), serious, loud, trust issues (I might have mentioned this before but her trust issues have gotten worse), friendly, brave, strong (I mean emotionally strong), courageous
History: the only thing that's changed is that her father killed her evil grandmother then her father was murdered.
Other: Scarlet iherited her mother's immortal hunter gun called "Fire Crossing", she has some expierience in martial arts, and she has a dog familiar named Cole
Alias: unknown.
Age: 14 (would be 18 now)
Appearance: long blonde hair and brown eyes, hair usually worn in braid o up (ponytail, bun)
Personality: she was stubborn and always thought she could do things on her own. she was Ribelle - The Brave on the outside but was scared but never let anyone see it. She was never the one to smile so easily and be at ease. And she was never someone who Lost without a fight.
Powers/Abilities: she doesn't have any powers but combat and sword skills.
Weapons: a single sword.
Past: died in a break out gone wrong.
Others: she wasn't someone to let people into her life. But she cared if someone were sad o upset.