I Got it This Time!

Eh, it's okay..Sorry it's so short.

I twirled the rose between thumb and index finger, and looked up letting the winds breeze through my shaggy black hair. I heard a flutter of wings behind me and gripped my hands onto the rail to ease the nervousness inside me. I kept one hand on the rail and swiveled around to face Devin, she looked at me with her blue eyes, as they stood out from the surrounding darkness on superiore, in alto of the Eiffel Tower in Paris. I hid the rose behind my back as Devin looked at me curiously, "Whatcha got there?" she said, tilting her head up attempting to see around me. "Nothing,...

These rules were made and approved da Kaldur Ahum and Batman. I am dead serious with these, no mattter how illegitement they may seem.

1) No hacking. Anything. (Robin)

2) No Parties with più than five people from outside the team/League (Wally)

3) No Batman video games (Wally, Robin, Gambette)

4) No making anymore "Gambette's banana Flambe"

5) If te break rule four, te can clean the banana off the ceiling this time.

6) No più "Show and Tell" time (Wally)

7) No più demanding Wally taste your Cibo before te eat it to make sure it isn't poisoned.

8) No coffee for Wally, Robin o Gambette. EDIT:...

Just a little mini-series. This first part is based on the return. Read and you'll understand. ((Assuming he doesn't die)) Ignore her. Becca has no clue what she's talking about.


He knocked softly on her door, cuore beating quickly. It had been a little over an ora since he and his partner had returned to the base. She hadn't come out during that time, and he really wanted to see her. But he had forced himself to politely answer domande and talk to those that greeted the two when they had returned. Now he had finally managed to slip away and anticipated her reaction. He knocked a little louder...

She could feel it creeping up her ankle and legs. It was hardening, making it impossible for her to move. A laugh sounded as it went higher.
“Sorry Devin but things must be done. te must be taken out of the picture.”
“What did I do, Amber?!”
“You betrayed me! te left Sensai, te ha rubato, stola BACK your Angel's light, and te risked everything for one human! That betrayal will never be forgiven!”
“Amber...I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt te but I had to save him! He was my brother!”
“You think apologizing will help?! No! It's time te payed the price!”
“What do te plan to do when...

Okay don't be hating on me for this, I'm not trying to start a fight. I just think that we'd all be better off if we at least read these and thought about them, even if just for a second. I'm gonna say this right now: these are not cut-and-dry rules. da no means am I forcing te to follow them, and there will be exceptions. These are just suggestions, on how to make your OCs well liked and better off. So, with that being said, in no particular order, here are 15 suggestions for making good OCs.
1. Ask yourself if making a new OC is really necessary.. Don't contribute to the overcrowding unless...

Robin sat with Wally playing Video games, ignoring an annoyed Superboy. Who was whisked away from watching his static TV. "Got one! and another! and Here goes another one!" Robin was shouting. "Oh yeah i'll get più that you, i already did." Wally shouted back. just then the automatic female voice overhead said, "B0-7 Batman, B0-4 Red Arrow. B0-01 Red Hood." Robin's hands froze on the controls. Red Hood? The Red Hood!? the Red Hood's DAUGHTER!
Robin dropped the control confusing Wally as he zipped away as fast as his little legs could carry him. Harley was walking down the hallway of the cave...

There was too much water. Surrounding her, soaking her. In her mouth, in her nose. Don't breath, don't breath. She tried not to follow the instinct to ingoiare, inghiottire a breath, but somehow the liquid forced its way inside. Too much water filling her lungs.
Too much red. The water was painted in it. There was a certain glow coming from some artificial source, but also a swirl of a seperate contamination. Too tired, too much blood escaping from the Slash in her leg. Aryess had failed the mission of keeping the barca safe. The bomb had exploded, blowing a hole in the hull. The water heater had barely protected...

Billionaires, business men, women dressed in lovely dresses. Champagne glasses, sparkling lights, and of course, the treasures of the evening. The precious jewelry and glittering gems. They were the most expensive objects in the room, even più than the yacht the auction was taking place on. And for that reason, the blonde and her partner had been assigned tonight's security detail. It also helped that their teammate's father owned the ship and was hosting the event.
Her stormy grey eyes rested on the glistening blue brooch. An aquamarine rose ready to become the prize of the lucky bidder tonight....

Name: Natasha
Age: 17
Gender: famale
Clotes: she always wereas milaty gear, o a unifom, unless she needs to sneak somwere in.
Apareance: long hiar, color of it can difre frome were she is ansingd and wat her mison is, narmal body.
Personalaty: paronoid, does not trust easy, hates pepol using weald to opres others, always helps her comrades.
Skilles: sniper, exeled marxman, tactisan, field commander, knowes all kinds of martial ards, abel to use al kinds of wapons, extrodanry soldier.
wapons: an AK 74, a Dragonov, pistols, grenades, knives.

background:
(( i am lazy so i just put it this way))
- she...

"Shit, shit shit!" he thought as he threw the batter into the pan and looked at the clock. "Only an hour!?" He hissed, shoving the heart-shaped raw cake into the oven. Tyler turned to the cucina and stared in horror. Flour powered every cranny of the room, egg shells cluttered the floor, the sugar bag was tumped over, so was the cooking oil but it was spilling on the floor. The fuoco caster groaned. He still had to dethorn the dazzling red roses, clean, doccia and get dressed!


In a hurry he sped over to the rose and stared at them, a million thorns decorated each of the twelve flowers. How...

His eye's narrowed into her's. A lively fuoco was sparked once again, and it settled right in her eyes lapping around.

It only ignited when rage pulsed through her veins, and Mrs.Blade has a lot rage.

The two were at a stand still, who would make the successivo move, he spoke with poison dripping off his words,"Ahh, and yet you're right once again, let me correct myself for all I do in your eyes are wrong."

Her lips curved into a frown even more,"How dare you! Assume I think I'm right all the time! I do not! You're the one who knows everything! Mr.I-Can't-Even-Tell-My-Wife-My-Real-Name!"

Ice met fire,"You...

The titolo says it all.
And no, I'm not leaving. That's not to say that I'm not pissed off at all te people. And I'm warning te now, te might hate this. te might get offended, te might hate me, but I don't give a flying Grayson about that. te guys have taught me just how stupid online drama is, and just how important it is NOT to let yourself get affected da it. So flame me all te want. I just need to rant.
Seriously, when did all this shit start happening? First our lovely Esmerelda decides to "leave forever" (anyone wanna count the number of times he's detto that? Good. I didn't think...

He store at the screen in front of him deep in thought as he looked at the young couple walk through the eighty first level, they were getting close, too close for his comfort. “ I thought te detto te separated them…” he muttered sitting in his chair, the familiar man behind him looked down “ she escaped im sorry I failed te master “ he muttered, “ sorry? Im done with that word! te have failed me too many times! “ he shouted making the man behind him flinch slightly. He had a low growl and rasp in his tone “ I guess its time I do this myself since te are so incapable….”...

Name: Felicity Hunter

Hero Name: Kindle

Age: 15

Appearance: she has long straight blackish brown hair with deep maroon brownish eyes. Hair is usually up in a ponytail o bun.

Powers/Skills: she has the ability to work with any sort of metal, she often can create many inventions o gadgets and start gears o open metal o electronic doors with the point of her finger, she can crush metal da touch o from afar etc. She has the ability to fly a helicopter to get others to places they need to be. She can tap into radio communication.

Relations: she was one of Willows best Friends growing up until she...

Name: Damian Hellsing

Nickname: D

Alias: None

Occupation: Vampire Hunter

Race: Vampire

Age: 160 years old, but, in what he calls, "human years" he's 18.

Personality: He's looks at humans as nothing lesser than him. He will not take a human's life unless forced to, o if they're just being stubborn. *COUGH COUGH* What?
He's kinda a tease, but is più often serious. He does have a soft spot for some people but usually does not mostra it, of course.

Appearance: He has lengthy black hair with burning red eyes. His skin, unlike what most stereotypes believe, is not super pale, it's a light color with a hint...

They left as the sun set in the horizon. Careful not to wake the others, Richi, Aryess, Nic, and Alek quietly left the hotel to finish the long adventure. Traveling across half of the city, none of them spoke a word the whole way through. Finally reaching the Itexicon building, Nic led them into the building from the rooftop. "You'd think they'd have better security..." muttered Richi, obviously suspicious of how easy it was to enter. After finding the stairs down, the 4 carefully climbed down the steps, floor da floor, until they stopped at the 10th floor, where the stairs were barricaded....