Possibility
(Very early DRAFT for a possibility of a punk British prince as the U.K. Red Revenge)
"Sam! Pick up your damn communicator!" Rose yelled.
New York, New York
United States of America
00:23:09 EST
Sam groaned and rolled over, Holly's hand leaving his chest. "Rose? What do tu need?"
"Access to the Freedom Fighter teleport pads."
"You're a--"
"Not high enough clearance." Rose said. "Could tu hurry? England's under attack and I'm freezing."
"I can't believe youre helping the Brits." Revenge said, typing something on the computer.
London, England
United Kingdom
7:24:57 GST
The man roared and tossed another car, bursts of energy randomly shooting from his body-suit and flattening nearby cars and people with a bright, yellow energy.
He was stomping towards Trafalgar Square when someone landed in front of him. It was a girl in a rosado, rosa and purple outfit. She grinned, tossed her pink-red hair behind her shoulders and rammed her fist into her palm.
"You're big." she said. She flew at him and swung him into the sky, bursts of energy coming from her palms. Every shot hit. He landed with a thump. "But not that big."
He stood up and grabbed Vendicta around the throat. "And you're just a little girl." Vendicta struggled in his grasp, clutching at her throat, her eyes bugging out as she became unable to breathe.
"Hey!" a voice called out.
The man glowing with energy turned around.
"Pick on someone you're own size!"
A figure dropped straight down and landed in a nube of dust. When it cleared, the figure stood up from is squatting position.
He was around sixteen. His brown, spiky hair had streaks of blonde in it and his eyes glowed behind the mask that covered the parte superior, arriba half of his face. His muscles flexed under the skin-tight Kevlar suit he was wearing. A black trench capa fell behind him. Black combat boots came halfway up to his knees.
"Who the hell are tu supposed to be?" the man asked.
"My name's Red Revenge." the guy said, pointing at the red dagger on his chest. "And I'm gonna kick your ass."
The man tossed Vendicta aside and turned back to the boy. "Let's dance."
New York
Sam groaned. "What now, Rose?"
He sat bolt upright in bed. "WHO is doing WHAT, WHERE?!"
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Revenge could've glared a hole in the TV.
"Oh come on." acebo said, leaning back. "It's not like he was that bad. And he's not dis respecting the double Rs."
"The nerve." Sam said.
"And he's not bad looking." acebo said, completely ignoring Sam. "Brown hair, nice figure, good muscles. Looks hot."
"Will tu shut up?"
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"We need to talk." Red Revenge said.
"Talk away. I'm all ears." the other Red Revenge replied in a British accent.
"The role of a super-hero isn't for kids who can somersault in capes and tights. It's a role of duty, responsibility, honor, and-- what's so funny?"
"Nothing." the guy said. "I just find it funny you're dressed in a full black body suit, sporting a cape, with no powers, and you're telling me it's not for people LIKE you!"
"First of all, it's Kevlar over titanium body armor. Second, the cape's stylish."
"I mean, tu have to have super-powers to be a super-hero."
"Not true."
"You're from New York, as if America wasn't bad enough."
"I resent that tu little--"
"You're too serious."
"I am not!"
"Short temper..." the guy said, checking his fingernails.
"You're the one pissing me off."
"Think you're everyone's boss..."
"I do not!"
"You act like a two-year old mostly."
"You punk." Revenge growled.
"And you're a spoiled rich brat."
Revenge froze, his fist in the air.
"What? Didn't tu think the Crown Prince would have connections to MI-5?"
Revenge lowered his fist slowly. Very slowly.
"Britain doesn't need a hero. Especially one who can't come up with his own name." Revenge said.
"Well your fashion Armageddon, someone had to step in."
"Yeah, a black body suit, combat boots and a trench capa make tu stylish."
"See what I mean? Style slapped tu in the face and tu didn't see it."
"My point is--"
"Your point is that tu don't think anyone but America should have superheroes." the Prince said, sitting up. "America has protectors from superpowered freaks, why can't we?"
"They're called the Freedom Fighters."
"Sure, another dictatorship waiting to happen. Those people believe might makes right. It doesn't. The world needs someone who isn't from the U.S. to protect them. Someone who stands up for the little man. Someone who won't use his power for his own use."
"As obviously shown in you." Revenge said.
"Some loopholes had to be made for me." the guy shrugged.
"You conceited, selfish, little brat!" Revenge said.
"I could beat the crap outta tu in a heartbeat. And tu know it."
And Revenge did. He turned sharply and walked off.
"Yeah, run inicial to your mum, lassie."
Revenge stopped cold in his tracks before marching back to the Prince, and punching him in the face.
"Quit while you're behind." he said.
(Very early DRAFT for a possibility of a punk British prince as the U.K. Red Revenge)
"Sam! Pick up your damn communicator!" Rose yelled.
New York, New York
United States of America
00:23:09 EST
Sam groaned and rolled over, Holly's hand leaving his chest. "Rose? What do tu need?"
"Access to the Freedom Fighter teleport pads."
"You're a--"
"Not high enough clearance." Rose said. "Could tu hurry? England's under attack and I'm freezing."
"I can't believe youre helping the Brits." Revenge said, typing something on the computer.
London, England
United Kingdom
7:24:57 GST
The man roared and tossed another car, bursts of energy randomly shooting from his body-suit and flattening nearby cars and people with a bright, yellow energy.
He was stomping towards Trafalgar Square when someone landed in front of him. It was a girl in a rosado, rosa and purple outfit. She grinned, tossed her pink-red hair behind her shoulders and rammed her fist into her palm.
"You're big." she said. She flew at him and swung him into the sky, bursts of energy coming from her palms. Every shot hit. He landed with a thump. "But not that big."
He stood up and grabbed Vendicta around the throat. "And you're just a little girl." Vendicta struggled in his grasp, clutching at her throat, her eyes bugging out as she became unable to breathe.
"Hey!" a voice called out.
The man glowing with energy turned around.
"Pick on someone you're own size!"
A figure dropped straight down and landed in a nube of dust. When it cleared, the figure stood up from is squatting position.
He was around sixteen. His brown, spiky hair had streaks of blonde in it and his eyes glowed behind the mask that covered the parte superior, arriba half of his face. His muscles flexed under the skin-tight Kevlar suit he was wearing. A black trench capa fell behind him. Black combat boots came halfway up to his knees.
"Who the hell are tu supposed to be?" the man asked.
"My name's Red Revenge." the guy said, pointing at the red dagger on his chest. "And I'm gonna kick your ass."
The man tossed Vendicta aside and turned back to the boy. "Let's dance."
New York
Sam groaned. "What now, Rose?"
He sat bolt upright in bed. "WHO is doing WHAT, WHERE?!"
-------------------------------------------------------------------------
Revenge could've glared a hole in the TV.
"Oh come on." acebo said, leaning back. "It's not like he was that bad. And he's not dis respecting the double Rs."
"The nerve." Sam said.
"And he's not bad looking." acebo said, completely ignoring Sam. "Brown hair, nice figure, good muscles. Looks hot."
"Will tu shut up?"
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"We need to talk." Red Revenge said.
"Talk away. I'm all ears." the other Red Revenge replied in a British accent.
"The role of a super-hero isn't for kids who can somersault in capes and tights. It's a role of duty, responsibility, honor, and-- what's so funny?"
"Nothing." the guy said. "I just find it funny you're dressed in a full black body suit, sporting a cape, with no powers, and you're telling me it's not for people LIKE you!"
"First of all, it's Kevlar over titanium body armor. Second, the cape's stylish."
"I mean, tu have to have super-powers to be a super-hero."
"Not true."
"You're from New York, as if America wasn't bad enough."
"I resent that tu little--"
"You're too serious."
"I am not!"
"Short temper..." the guy said, checking his fingernails.
"You're the one pissing me off."
"Think you're everyone's boss..."
"I do not!"
"You act like a two-year old mostly."
"You punk." Revenge growled.
"And you're a spoiled rich brat."
Revenge froze, his fist in the air.
"What? Didn't tu think the Crown Prince would have connections to MI-5?"
Revenge lowered his fist slowly. Very slowly.
"Britain doesn't need a hero. Especially one who can't come up with his own name." Revenge said.
"Well your fashion Armageddon, someone had to step in."
"Yeah, a black body suit, combat boots and a trench capa make tu stylish."
"See what I mean? Style slapped tu in the face and tu didn't see it."
"My point is--"
"Your point is that tu don't think anyone but America should have superheroes." the Prince said, sitting up. "America has protectors from superpowered freaks, why can't we?"
"They're called the Freedom Fighters."
"Sure, another dictatorship waiting to happen. Those people believe might makes right. It doesn't. The world needs someone who isn't from the U.S. to protect them. Someone who stands up for the little man. Someone who won't use his power for his own use."
"As obviously shown in you." Revenge said.
"Some loopholes had to be made for me." the guy shrugged.
"You conceited, selfish, little brat!" Revenge said.
"I could beat the crap outta tu in a heartbeat. And tu know it."
And Revenge did. He turned sharply and walked off.
"Yeah, run inicial to your mum, lassie."
Revenge stopped cold in his tracks before marching back to the Prince, and punching him in the face.
"Quit while you're behind." he said.
Nudge civvies 1
Name: McKenzie Styles
Alias: Nudge
Occupation: Villain
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Powers: Flight (wings), telekinesis, ability to inflict a mental illusion of burning pain, expert hacker, experct gunsman, Posses some magic, superspeed, superstrength, perfect vision, and great hearing
Past: Created as a experiment just like Fang, Nudge escaped at the age of 9 along with Max, Izzy, The Gasman, Angel, and Kylie. She traveled wherever Fang went, except when it came to dealing with Seraphs. Nudge was a hero, until her powers spiraled and went out of control. Turning her eyes completely red.
Notes: -Nudge has a 10 año old brother named Keaton
-Nudge has long hair in civvies and short hair in villain
-She is part vampire
-Nudge now has black bat wings.
Nudge civvies 2
Nudge villain stealth
Nudge villain
Another OC Poem
A team is a puzzle of armor,
Many of a single piece.
Fitting together with perfect precision,
Securing every chink.
(1)Fighting the shadows,
(2)Controlling the hidden,
(3)Creating a flame,
To do your bidding.
(4)Flying high as a sparrow,
(5)Wise as a leaf,
(6)Traveling in shadows,
Quick as a thief.
(7)A Phoenix fallen from grace,
(8)Plummet from the heaven,
(9)A dark winged angel,
To catch the fallen.
(10)Measure our distances speed,
(11)Put a speedster to sleep.
(12)Manipulate a natural law,
(13)Dive a hundred miles deep.
Every chink of armor,
Protected from harm.
A total set, invincibility,
No cause for alarm.
I was feeling really guilty for taking soooo long to post this. I'll do another with any remaining OCs I've missed because I know I missed many.
A team is a puzzle of armor,
Many of a single piece.
Fitting together with perfect precision,
Securing every chink.
(1)Fighting the shadows,
(2)Controlling the hidden,
(3)Creating a flame,
To do your bidding.
(4)Flying high as a sparrow,
(5)Wise as a leaf,
(6)Traveling in shadows,
Quick as a thief.
(7)A Phoenix fallen from grace,
(8)Plummet from the heaven,
(9)A dark winged angel,
To catch the fallen.
(10)Measure our distances speed,
(11)Put a speedster to sleep.
(12)Manipulate a natural law,
(13)Dive a hundred miles deep.
Every chink of armor,
Protected from harm.
A total set, invincibility,
No cause for alarm.
I was feeling really guilty for taking soooo long to post this. I'll do another with any remaining OCs I've missed because I know I missed many.
Alter Ego- Night
Age- 14
Grade- Freshmen
Allies- Target/Caleb
Personality- flashy, competitive, little sister, cocky, arrogant, proud, loud, loving, a little violent, spirted
Ability-
día unlike her brother is not a meta. She works with blades and hand to hand combat. She often uses her mouth to get what she wants and feeds lies to the enemy. She can set traps and is a great pickpocket.
Weakness-
She's to loud. To arrogant, She likes being flash and competitive about her surroundings. She is also a little sister which means she pushed her brother to the limit. Since he is a meta she sometimes feels that she has to beat him at stuff.
History-
Her father ran off shortly after she was born. Her mother committed suicide when she was 8. She doesn't remember her mother much because the woman was not a constant in her young life. She mostly remembers Caleb raising her.
Side notes-
-is a little ruff and tends to get in trouble at school.
Death costume
