Terror sat in the dark, willing it away. The warehouse was a perfect place to hide in. No one was around and it was dark. It was almost soothing to stay there. Almost welcoming. But the peace was ruined as doors opened and the lights were flipped on. Terror growled deep in his throat, peering over boxes. He saw two guys. One was carrying a gun and the other was dragging in a girl. They better have medical insurance, Terror thought. He crept closer and listened.
“Set her here,” the guy with the gun said. “When we get the ransom money, we'll shoot them both.”
“We're going to kill them?” the other asked.
“I just told আপনি that. Set her down.”
“But আপনি never mentioned killing!”
“I did; a few সেকেন্ড ago.”
“No! I'm not doing this anymore!”
The man released the girl and turned to run. Three bullets to his back stopped him. He fell to the floor, dead. The other man lowered his gun and looked to the girl.
“See that princess? That'll happen if আপনি try to escape.”
The girl looked at him with fearful green eyes. She moved the red hair out of her face and stayed on the floor. The gunman sneered.
“That's a good girl.”
Ah crap. This won't be good. Terror took a deep breath before stepping into the light.
“Release the girl!” he shouted.
Both pairs of eyes turned to him.
“What are আপনি doing in here?!”
“My job. Release her!”
“Last time আপনি speak!”
The man fired his gun, and Terror moved. He dodged them and hide behind a large crate.
“Bullets only make me angry!” Terror called, his voice slipping into a demonic growl.
“Don't tell me. আপনি hulk out if আপনি get angry?” the gunman taunted.
“Something like that.”
He heard a snicker before he stepped back into the light.
“Drop the gun!”
Instead of listening, only আরো bullets were fired. One of them grazed Terror's arm. His eyes turned red.
“You shouldn't have done that!”
Terror screamed and his body began to transform. His body grew bigger and leather like skin covered him. White horned অস্থি came up to cover parts of the dark green skin and a long tail grew from behind. His eyes were blood red and two other red eyes were on either shoulder. Terror stood, glaring down at the frightened gunman.
“Drop the gun!”
With his voice ringing out in a demonic growl, the man dropped his gun and started running. Terror reached out one of his hands and picked the man up. He looked at the man, a deep growl in the back of his throat. The man looked at him with fear and Terror smirked.
“Don't ever let me see আপনি again!”
Terror threw the man outside. He waited until the man had run off before transforming back. He went over to the girl and she moved away in fear. Terror sighed.
“Did he hurt you?” he asked.
The girl nodded and showed Terror her wrists. He slowly grabbed them.
“What's your name?” Terror asked as his eyes glowed red.
“M-Melanie.”
“Do আপনি know why he wanted আপনি Melanie?”
“No.”
“Okay.”
Terror looked at her, his eyes back to normal. Melanie looked at her arms; they were healed.
“Thank you,” she said.
“It's my job. Where do আপনি live?”
“Only a few মিনিট from here.”
Terror nodded. He took the keys for his bike out and picked Melanie up. The girl gave him a weird look.
“After all আপনি saw, you'll be in a state of panic. আপনি won't be able to walk for a few minutes.”
Melanie nodded at his explanation and Terror set her on the front of his bike. He straddled the bike and put it into gear. The sound of the motor seemed to echo in the night as he drove away. Melanie directed him to her house and he helped her off the bike. He walked her up to the door.
“You might want to head straight to বিছানা when আপনি get inside,” Terror advised. “And make sure আপনি get enough sleep. Hopefully, I won't see আপনি anymore.”
Terror turned away, shoving his hands in his pockets. He got back on his bike and let the motor run for a few minutes. Placing the শিরস্ত্রাণ over his head, he rode off. As he let the night take over his senses, Terror felt the monster inside go to sleep.
“Set her here,” the guy with the gun said. “When we get the ransom money, we'll shoot them both.”
“We're going to kill them?” the other asked.
“I just told আপনি that. Set her down.”
“But আপনি never mentioned killing!”
“I did; a few সেকেন্ড ago.”
“No! I'm not doing this anymore!”
The man released the girl and turned to run. Three bullets to his back stopped him. He fell to the floor, dead. The other man lowered his gun and looked to the girl.
“See that princess? That'll happen if আপনি try to escape.”
The girl looked at him with fearful green eyes. She moved the red hair out of her face and stayed on the floor. The gunman sneered.
“That's a good girl.”
Ah crap. This won't be good. Terror took a deep breath before stepping into the light.
“Release the girl!” he shouted.
Both pairs of eyes turned to him.
“What are আপনি doing in here?!”
“My job. Release her!”
“Last time আপনি speak!”
The man fired his gun, and Terror moved. He dodged them and hide behind a large crate.
“Bullets only make me angry!” Terror called, his voice slipping into a demonic growl.
“Don't tell me. আপনি hulk out if আপনি get angry?” the gunman taunted.
“Something like that.”
He heard a snicker before he stepped back into the light.
“Drop the gun!”
Instead of listening, only আরো bullets were fired. One of them grazed Terror's arm. His eyes turned red.
“You shouldn't have done that!”
Terror screamed and his body began to transform. His body grew bigger and leather like skin covered him. White horned অস্থি came up to cover parts of the dark green skin and a long tail grew from behind. His eyes were blood red and two other red eyes were on either shoulder. Terror stood, glaring down at the frightened gunman.
“Drop the gun!”
With his voice ringing out in a demonic growl, the man dropped his gun and started running. Terror reached out one of his hands and picked the man up. He looked at the man, a deep growl in the back of his throat. The man looked at him with fear and Terror smirked.
“Don't ever let me see আপনি again!”
Terror threw the man outside. He waited until the man had run off before transforming back. He went over to the girl and she moved away in fear. Terror sighed.
“Did he hurt you?” he asked.
The girl nodded and showed Terror her wrists. He slowly grabbed them.
“What's your name?” Terror asked as his eyes glowed red.
“M-Melanie.”
“Do আপনি know why he wanted আপনি Melanie?”
“No.”
“Okay.”
Terror looked at her, his eyes back to normal. Melanie looked at her arms; they were healed.
“Thank you,” she said.
“It's my job. Where do আপনি live?”
“Only a few মিনিট from here.”
Terror nodded. He took the keys for his bike out and picked Melanie up. The girl gave him a weird look.
“After all আপনি saw, you'll be in a state of panic. আপনি won't be able to walk for a few minutes.”
Melanie nodded at his explanation and Terror set her on the front of his bike. He straddled the bike and put it into gear. The sound of the motor seemed to echo in the night as he drove away. Melanie directed him to her house and he helped her off the bike. He walked her up to the door.
“You might want to head straight to বিছানা when আপনি get inside,” Terror advised. “And make sure আপনি get enough sleep. Hopefully, I won't see আপনি anymore.”
Terror turned away, shoving his hands in his pockets. He got back on his bike and let the motor run for a few minutes. Placing the শিরস্ত্রাণ over his head, he rode off. As he let the night take over his senses, Terror felt the monster inside go to sleep.
Before I unleash Hayden onto the world of RP (it should happen probably later tonight অথবা tomorrow) there was one change I wanted to make to his bio. I didn't really wanna re-post the whole bio, so the only change is involving his personality.
He's now cocky, arrogant, over-confident, and slightly obnoxious. He likes to tease and tends to pick on people smaller/younger/weaker than him. He's also a flirt and a cusser, plus he has a temper and can get very violent.
Until I officially bring him into this world, stay whelmed my friends.
He's now cocky, arrogant, over-confident, and slightly obnoxious. He likes to tease and tends to pick on people smaller/younger/weaker than him. He's also a flirt and a cusser, plus he has a temper and can get very violent.
Until I officially bring him into this world, stay whelmed my friends.
The Watchtower
June 4, 18:02 EST
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“Sorry I’m late!” Flash said, speeding into the room and sitting down at the table.
“As long as you’re here.” ব্যাটম্যান said. Everyone in the room was totally surprised.
“Well, we’re all here. What is it?” সুপারম্যান asked.
“We’re not all here.” ব্যাটম্যান said. “Not yet.”
The zeta tubes buzzed to life. “Recognized: Nightwing, B-01.”
Nightwing waked into the room and nodded at the Justice League members seriously.
“Grow up not like Bruce.” Wonder Woman muttered.
Nightwing took one of the empty seats at the table. ব্যাটম্যান spoke up.
“There’s a আঁচিল on the Team.”
“Again?!” Nightwing exclaimed.
“But this time, I’m confident who it is.”
The Justice League was startled. “Who?”
“Red Revenge.” ব্যাটম্যান said, pulling up a holo-computer of the Black Hero.
June 4, 18:02 EST
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“Sorry I’m late!” Flash said, speeding into the room and sitting down at the table.
“As long as you’re here.” ব্যাটম্যান said. Everyone in the room was totally surprised.
“Well, we’re all here. What is it?” সুপারম্যান asked.
“We’re not all here.” ব্যাটম্যান said. “Not yet.”
The zeta tubes buzzed to life. “Recognized: Nightwing, B-01.”
Nightwing waked into the room and nodded at the Justice League members seriously.
“Grow up not like Bruce.” Wonder Woman muttered.
Nightwing took one of the empty seats at the table. ব্যাটম্যান spoke up.
“There’s a আঁচিল on the Team.”
“Again?!” Nightwing exclaimed.
“But this time, I’m confident who it is.”
The Justice League was startled. “Who?”
“Red Revenge.” ব্যাটম্যান said, pulling up a holo-computer of the Black Hero.
Name: Hayden Smythe
Hero Name: Matrix
Age: 16
Appearance: about 6’1”, muscular build, slightly tan skin, shaggy dirty blonde/light brown hair, blue-gray eyes
Civvies: See pic
‘Stume: Basically his civvies, but slightly modified (see pic)
Personality: quiet, down-to-earth, hostile at first, hot-tempered, has some trust issues, tough outer shell, a good liar, mysterious, rebellious
Powers: none
Skills: deception and manipulation, escape artist, lock picking, hacking, escaping from things, etc.
Weapons: mostly martial arts, but he’ll use whatever he can get his hands on, handy with tools
Bio: Hayden refuses to reveal his past. ((Mostly cuz I really don’t wanna figure it out right now..it’ll come. Eventually.))
Name: Eronica Val Huchezon
Identity: Spectre
Age: Immortal. Somewhere around 400. (Appears 12)
Hair: Midnight black (halfway down waist) except for flamboyant blue streak over right eye.
Eyes: Left Black, Right blue
Outfit: Close-cropped shorts, bikini, trench coat, knee-high boots.
Weapons: Sword and heavy phantom chains
Attitude: Sad, dismal.
Powers: Immortality, See the future, touch-fate (sees your fate দ্বারা touching you), retractable অ্যাঞ্জেল wings.
History: Eronica's parents were murdered দ্বারা KGB officials in the 17th Century. She was raped and abused দ্বারা her parents killers before being killed as well. She was sent to Earth to warn Red Revenge of his final battle. She occasionally fights with him and he feels a brotherly protection over her.
Identity: Spectre
Age: Immortal. Somewhere around 400. (Appears 12)
Hair: Midnight black (halfway down waist) except for flamboyant blue streak over right eye.
Eyes: Left Black, Right blue
Outfit: Close-cropped shorts, bikini, trench coat, knee-high boots.
Weapons: Sword and heavy phantom chains
Attitude: Sad, dismal.
Powers: Immortality, See the future, touch-fate (sees your fate দ্বারা touching you), retractable অ্যাঞ্জেল wings.
History: Eronica's parents were murdered দ্বারা KGB officials in the 17th Century. She was raped and abused দ্বারা her parents killers before being killed as well. She was sent to Earth to warn Red Revenge of his final battle. She occasionally fights with him and he feels a brotherly protection over her.
Name: Jonas Barton (unknown)
Alias: Nighthawk
Age:18
Occupation:Hero (And a "pedophile" according to my friend.)
Powers/skills: Archer, specialized in Gamma Radation, and advanced technology.
Costume Black sunglasse with red lenses in them, black sleevless শার্ট with a red hawk in the center of that stretches from shoulder to shoulder, black pants and black combat boots with red shoelaces in them.
Past:. Besides re-uniting with his father at the age of 12, no other origins are known
Other
-Arrows are black with red tips
-His sunglasses make Jonas aware to any imcoming threats, causing his arrows to load with the right equipment.
-Son of Hawkeye, A.K.A. Clint Barton
-No one knows who he is.
My friend triple dog dared me to say this, so, আপনি want him? Come get him.
Nighthawk:Oh lord.
Alias: Nighthawk
Age:18
Occupation:Hero (And a "pedophile" according to my friend.)
Powers/skills: Archer, specialized in Gamma Radation, and advanced technology.
Costume Black sunglasse with red lenses in them, black sleevless শার্ট with a red hawk in the center of that stretches from shoulder to shoulder, black pants and black combat boots with red shoelaces in them.
Past:. Besides re-uniting with his father at the age of 12, no other origins are known
Other
-Arrows are black with red tips
-His sunglasses make Jonas aware to any imcoming threats, causing his arrows to load with the right equipment.
-Son of Hawkeye, A.K.A. Clint Barton
-No one knows who he is.
My friend triple dog dared me to say this, so, আপনি want him? Come get him.
Nighthawk:Oh lord.