He stared at the paper in his hand, thoughts flying, corazón beating faster with every second. We may be too late? What does that mean? Does it mean she could be- He cut the thought off and shook his head. He couldn't afford to think that way.
She was counting on him to help her. He wasn't going to let her down. Even if he had to sacrifice his own life to make it happen. Nic had asked him long hace if he would be willing to leave everything, even her, to save her, allow her to live.
He thought about all the time they had spent together, the way her emotions sounded in her voice, her deep eyes, sometimes brown and other times a stormy gray.
He remembered the way his corazón always beat faster when she was within reach, when she took his hand, o even when he could smell her shampoo in the wind. He thought of how her hair would tickle his neck, how her smile made him feel like he'd saved the world, how soft her lips were even when they weren't on his own.
When she was near, waves of desire would run throughout him. But he loved her enough to wait, honored her enough to keep her pure, wanted her enough to push all desire away and just hold her.
Yes; he was más than willing to lay his life down for her. He would prefer to live with her forever, but he also knew it was impossible. If it was needed, he'd rather let her live than live without her.
He blocked another attack, barely staying on his feet. He had to wait her out; when she tired, he could cast his spell. Unless her magic knocked him out first. He had time to put up a stronger sheild before her spell tore into his other one. Jeez! She's not even tired!
“So Cyvus. How long have tu been around?”
Her hands released magic daggers that penetrated his sheild again and he had to counter attack. Knew there was a reason I hated her, he thought with a begrudging smile. She isn't struggling for breath at all! I need to spar more!
“Few months.”
She nodded, spinning out of reach of his attack. She makes it look so easy. Damn it.
“Huh.”
“What?”
She smiled.
“You still remember our game, Cy. I'm pleased.”
He looked at her as she moved away from his attack and then felt his body going into the habit of summoning a spell. But he also knew the game he was playing. She had always danced out of his attacks from the beginning. And he would dance with her. Now he was dancing with her again and he hadn't known it.
“So I do. Well, it's your turn. Dance with me.”
His tone was slightly charming and she gave him her half smile half smirk he loved so much. Her fingers cast a familiar spell and he was quick to dodge. She's still as powerful as ever. I need to watch myself. One wrong mover and either one of us will be down. I play to win; she plays to match my moves and take me out. And she's done it so many times before.
She was counting on him to help her. He wasn't going to let her down. Even if he had to sacrifice his own life to make it happen. Nic had asked him long hace if he would be willing to leave everything, even her, to save her, allow her to live.
He thought about all the time they had spent together, the way her emotions sounded in her voice, her deep eyes, sometimes brown and other times a stormy gray.
He remembered the way his corazón always beat faster when she was within reach, when she took his hand, o even when he could smell her shampoo in the wind. He thought of how her hair would tickle his neck, how her smile made him feel like he'd saved the world, how soft her lips were even when they weren't on his own.
When she was near, waves of desire would run throughout him. But he loved her enough to wait, honored her enough to keep her pure, wanted her enough to push all desire away and just hold her.
Yes; he was más than willing to lay his life down for her. He would prefer to live with her forever, but he also knew it was impossible. If it was needed, he'd rather let her live than live without her.
He blocked another attack, barely staying on his feet. He had to wait her out; when she tired, he could cast his spell. Unless her magic knocked him out first. He had time to put up a stronger sheild before her spell tore into his other one. Jeez! She's not even tired!
“So Cyvus. How long have tu been around?”
Her hands released magic daggers that penetrated his sheild again and he had to counter attack. Knew there was a reason I hated her, he thought with a begrudging smile. She isn't struggling for breath at all! I need to spar more!
“Few months.”
She nodded, spinning out of reach of his attack. She makes it look so easy. Damn it.
“Huh.”
“What?”
She smiled.
“You still remember our game, Cy. I'm pleased.”
He looked at her as she moved away from his attack and then felt his body going into the habit of summoning a spell. But he also knew the game he was playing. She had always danced out of his attacks from the beginning. And he would dance with her. Now he was dancing with her again and he hadn't known it.
“So I do. Well, it's your turn. Dance with me.”
His tone was slightly charming and she gave him her half smile half smirk he loved so much. Her fingers cast a familiar spell and he was quick to dodge. She's still as powerful as ever. I need to watch myself. One wrong mover and either one of us will be down. I play to win; she plays to match my moves and take me out. And she's done it so many times before.
Cyvus
Before I unleash Hayden onto the world of RP (it should happen probably later tonight o 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.
Civvies
Name: Alexandria "Alex" Douglas
Alias: Nudge
Age: 15
Powers/skills: -Flight (wings)
-Can attract metal to herself
-Superspeed (vampire form only)
-Supersenses
-field tactics
Past: Raised in the “School”. Escaped with other kids around the age of ten, she división, split from the flock, and went on her own, finding her way onto the team around the age of 14. Nudge became Evil and división, split the scene, never to be seen again. On her way to freedom, she captured once again. They wiped her memory, having some bits and pieces, she remembers every one. Just not what she did to everyone.
Theme: Everything burns, por Anatacia and Ben Moody
Other: Has a older (creepy) brother
-Vampire form is triggered por anger/rage
Hero
Vampire form
age: 17
Gender: male
Apereance: blond hair, bleuw eyes, half lion.(see pick)
Powes: animal sences,animal strengt, retractebel claws.
Personalaty: loyal, impulsif, always protects his friends, often dont think and just act on his animal instinks.
Realation to team: he is gunfires long lost twin brother.
History: he is gunfires twin brother, but when he was 5 years old he got lost in the woods around gotham, and after thad got raised por lions. He leand thad is brother was still in gotham a fewe weeks hace and gunfire told him about the cave, thouw somtings are still stance to hime, beceas he lived in the wild whit the lions fore 12 years.
Notes:
he speaks normaly englys beceast he leard thad before he got lost.
he is not used to interacting whit pepol well anymore
He hase a knive made out of bone, thad he somtimes uses, thouw he prefers the uses of he owne claws.
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 por touching you), retractable ángel wings.
History: Eronica's parents were murdered por KGB officials in the 17th Century. She was raped and abused por 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 por touching you), retractable ángel wings.
History: Eronica's parents were murdered por KGB officials in the 17th Century. She was raped and abused por 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.
Jack
