LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE
Name: Jessie Nasrin Bennett
Reason o meaning of name:Jessie- God beholds; Nasrin- wild rose; Bennett- blessed
Eye Color: Green
Hair Style/Color: oro Wheat
Height: 5'4
Clothing Style: I dress for the weather
Best Physical Feature: Um...I've been told my smile is great

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE
Your Fears: Um...dark
Your Guilty Pleasure: fiore Crowns
Your Biggest Pet Peeve: Being Shoved Away
Your Ambition for the Future: To live?

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS
Your First Thoughts Waking Up: Depends on the night before
What te Think About the Most: The herbs I need daily
What te Think About Before...

LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE
Name: Tara Almaraz
Reason o meaning of name: “Queen” (Irish), “Star” (Asian)
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Style/Color: Blown, worn down mostly
Height: 5'7
Clothing Style: Uhm..suave nerd?
Best Physical Feature: Hair

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE
Your Fears: Uhmm.....skip
Your Guilty Pleasure: Chocolate
Your Biggest Pet Peeve: Personal space
Your Ambition for the Future: To live...

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS
Your First Thoughts Waking Up: I'm so sore
What te Think About the Most: Do white-haired Siberians count?
What te Think About Before Bed: I wish this was over already
You Think Your Best Quality...

WARNING: This is violent. There isn't a happy ending. If te choose to read, be prepared.




“How long has it been?”
“Almost a month.”
“How is she still alive?! te detto she'd be ours within the week!”
“Calm down; we underestimated her. But we won't do that again. She has to break soon. Then we can mold her again.”
“You better or-”
“Or what?! te don't have any power without us!”
“Don't kill her. te need her as much as I do.”
“For now. If she proves to be a problem-”
A knock sounded against the heavy metal door. It scratched the door as it was opened. A man walked in, dressed...

Lets skip around 4.. no, 5 months.. Of course I gave him my number. Who wouldn't want to chat it up with a tall, white-haired boy with striking viola eyes? I know I want to, and I am. Dad knew something was up the moment I came out, and it was a long, interrogation ride home.. but since then, it's been a non-stop rollercoaster of smile and laughter ever since. But at this moment in time, I was frantically digging through my closet because I was going out, with him. Of course, I had been on many dates with him before, but this felt, different. I let out an annoyed whine, grabbing the attention...

And da few, I meant one.

Fang gave his wires a tug despite his brother's earlier comments, half-heartedly listening to the explanation. "So I'm alive only because someone jumpstarted my cuore with their own.. Great, another burden to bare." He snorted, moving to let his legs hang off the bed. "A death on my hands and a metallic wings.." Chris only rolled his eyes. "His death is not on you, Fang. te did not decide for him, no one held a gun to his head." He leaned forward, letting his forearms rest on his knees. Fang was silent as he processed everything before twisting to the side, popping...

Note: Happens simultaneously as link


Death in the Garden

The bullets ricocheted off the purple shield of pulsing power. They bounce off the stone walkway and into the green erba of the perennial garden. Stray projectiles ate away at the stone three-tier fontana and east courtyard wall. The rat-tat-tat of the machine gun should have been heard da any passing outside the walls of the garden, but the whole city seemed to be hidden away from the deafening noise. There was a click-click. A sudden silence. The young man crouched behind the shield lunged for the quickest route to safety, the round...

LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE
Name: Becca. No need for more.
Reason o meaning of name: It's just a short version of my real name..
Eye Color: Brown. Like...dark almost black..
Hair Style/Color: Black. (Like her soul!) Hey!
Height: Um I'm about 5'9”
Clothing Style: Depends on the mood
Best Physical Feature: My what? (Her legs. She has dancer legs)

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE
Your Fears: Thunderstorms
Your Guilty Pleasure: Beating up the bad guys
Your Biggest Pet Peeve: Idiots. (Uhh...)
Your Ambition for the Future: To live?

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS
Your First Thoughts Waking Up: Why am I up?
What te Think About the Most:...

Commonly known as: Ana Rome
Official title: Princess Anastasia Romanov II of Russia
Alias: Saint
Nicknames: Anaka, Annie, strada, via rat, princesska, kotyonok
Affiliation: independent; force for good
Species: Kitsune
Religion: Catholic
Weapons: sword, claws/canines (when shape shifted; typically out of her control when enraged)
Sexuality: straight
Born: March 20, 1938
Age as of March 17, 2017: 17 yrs
Relationships: brother: Alaksander Romanov; niece: Noëlle Romanov; "uncle": Mikel Angelo; lover: ?
Significant scars/markings: missing her pointer and middle fingers on her right hand
Personality: hyper, headstrong,...

“Are te ready?’ Martian Manhunter asked. Phoebe gave a nod and slowly sat back on the chair, placing her arms and legs on the rests. She watched carefully as they readied the program for her. Most of the team had been doing these tests all day, a new type of training which gets te to come face to face with your greatest fears and confront them. Sounded like an easy trauma trigger to Phoebe. None the less she thought this experience could prove useful and since everyone else is going through it she was scared they would wonder and ask domande as to why she wouldn’t want to.

She flinched...

Name: Jessie Bennett
Alias: None
Powers: Healing, combat
Occupation: Doctor
Weakness/Limits: Unknown
History: Jessie Bennett came from a long line of pure-blood healers. Her race is unknown, despite how human she looks. Her dato name has been forgotten. She came to Earth much like the Man of Steel. But she was found da a traveling caravan in an Arabian desert. She grew up among them and immediately took a fondness to medicine. da accident, she found out her inhuman abilities when she was five. Almost immediately, she was sent away, to America. She spent almost a anno in a facility, learning English....

"How did you?" Alex ran her fingers through her hair, shaking her head in disbelief. Her brother looked up, peeling away the plastic off the back of the monitors. Blake chuckled before he began to explain. Blake slid down the snowy bank, looking at the body that was slowly being covered with snow. "Jeez.. Why am I doing this?" The male grumbled, brushing the snow off before lifting the corpse with a grunt. Throwing Fang over his shoulder, he made his way back up the mountain side. "After examining, the nerve endings were so severed that there was no way he'd be able to use his wing, even a...

((BEFORE te READ THIS: Be warned that it is a lot of stuff in a little article. I found it while Leggere through some old documents, and realized I haven't really postato anything on Bella before she joins The Team and becomes Mercy. So if te want più on her pre-superhero life, let me know! KISSES!))

October 31st, 2011
Gotham, USA

There isn't much I remember about the accident. It all happened so quickly.
There was blood- a lot of blood. It was on the windows and the airbags and our clothes.
And there was screaming, but it wasn't coming from my mouth, o Gavin's. Gavin wasn't even moving. He just...

ciao guys so, I realized that I never continued the story on the Aries Army so, I figured this would be a good way to start off the New year. I also remembered the boss' name which is Akito (smh Khanna. te had one job.) Well Enjoy and Happy New anno to everyone.

4:00am Mount Justice
Khanna just woke up and walks around the place until, she notices Garfield sleeping on the couch. His mouth is wide open and drool is falling out.
"Omg." she snickers and pokes the back of his head.
"It's not a school day. I don't have to wake up yet." he says still sleeping and turns to the other side of the couch....

(In the not too distant future)

“I think Dad moved all the decorations down here” detto Jayson pulling on the cord switch. The florescent lights illuminated the basement with a series of clicks and flickers. Christian followed Jayson down brushing his platinum white dyed hair from his eyes.

“whoa, got enough boxes?” Christian asked gazing on the labyrinth of old boxes and various sized bundles of stuff. Jayson smiled as he bent down to peak into the boxes closest time him.
“It’s mostly my Mums stuff and my old baby things, I think they’re too sentimental for Dad to get rid of so...

I apologize in advance for the background. Consider it a rough sketch of sorts till the holidays are over. I'll get it edited and cleaned up after then. Again, sorry.

Name: Ebonique
Alias: Eboni
Powers: agility, speed, manipulates light, night vision, voice that cause sleep.
Occupation: Not disclosed
Weakness/Limits: Not disclosed
History: Ebonique was an ancient Egyptian priestess of the Egyptian goddess Bastet. Her village was raided, and the people slaughtered. She was taken and sold as a slave. After years of torture and hard work, she was bought da another man. Her work was not as hard and...

He's new to te all. But an old idea. He is probably my preferito just bc I put so much time into him.

Name- Porter DeBlanc

Sexual Orientation- Straight--but super bromantic.

Gender- Male

Nationality/Race- French-Hatian (Creole da the term of my World History Book) Werewolf.

Age- He looks 21. But he's really 147.

Occupation- He worked as a hunter for his werewolf pack, in the sewers of Gotham. As of now, he's currently unemployed.

Appearance- His skin is the color of coffee with the perfect amount of creamer on a cold Saturday morning.
His eyes are golden--he has to tell people he wears contacts.
Freckles...

“My lady, thou knowst what this will entail, yes?”
The woman pulled up her long black hair as the women around her fixed her hair into braids upon her head, “I do. Now set everything as thou knowst before ‘tis too late, Henry!”
“Right m’lady!” Henry detto and ran off.
The woman to her right, working on pinning a braid asked, “I must say Your Grace, do te think’t really work?”
She smiled and looked at the young maid from the mirror, “Of course, the woman rarely left her chambers, let alone the castle. All those who knew her da face and not da word shall be paid off o removed...

The body fell through the air, lifeless, as if it were a weightless doll. The figure was shaded, giving no recognition to the Dreamer. The Dreamer had no idea where the body had fallen from, whether it was the sky, o merely a cliff. But, death was death, no matter the circumstance. The Dreamer could only watch in horror as the shadowed figure collided with the ground, the body recoiling.
Tobias sucked in air as his body jolted, causing the male to quickly sit up in bed, his camicia wet with sweat. "Another vision.." He detto shakily and carefully climbed out of his comfortable bed. He trudged...

Her hands were placed gently on the sewing machine as she pushed the fabric into the needle. The needle punched the cloth creating a straight and decorative line of thread.
The arancia, arancio light from the sewing machine was the only brightness in her room and its chugging noise the only sound heard.
Soon the chugging stop she grabbed the scissors and clipped the extra thread. She smile, it was finished and it looked amazing. Her gazing soon led her to the clock which only startled her.
She jump up, "Crap it's that later...I have to go!"

The zeta tube announced Jaivus name, he walked in but stood in...

Sorry for posting so much, but this is it for another two o so weeks.

Ayo, so, I'm back.. Which te probably gathered that.. Well, a few characters need to go, and I'll add a few, only because they're important. I wanna write this huge fan fiction with many chapters, but idk how everyone would tie and just- ((Whitney.) nevermind. Here's the lista of who stays, who is going. Anyone who isn't listed is terminated, unless I forgot someone who was meant to live.

Staying:
•Fang (bio completed and updated)
•Jaime (updated, needs posted) Jaime's kids, Parker and Finnian are also staying, but do not...