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The stars were visible through the skylight above the hammock. There was rarely any rain in the South American city, and while the weather was warm, it was comforting and made one drowsy, bringing sleep easier. The maps of constellations twinkled as she watched, a dazzling light show. In Gotham, the stars hadn’t been able to shine past the bright city lights, and those lights became her stars. Almost as if they were tyrants, stealing the roles of the natural illuminators of the night skies.
Aryess unconsciously fingered the ángel charm around her neck and shifted her arm supporting her head as she stared upwards at the display. Her other arm rested on her torso, confined por it’s sling: a constant reminder if the incident that had sent her partner, mentor, and herself into hiding. A bullet had hit her arm and, in a flash of pain and panic, she had crashed in the middle of the bridge and just narrowly rolled out of the way of a forty-ton eighteen-wheeled. It was either pure luck the girl had gotten away with a gun-shit wound, scratches, and bruises o perfect calculation por the driver.
Nic -as leader- had taken the shooting as a warning and he, Alek, and Aryess had left Gotham the día after the accident. Sasha and his daughter had been long-term allies of Double Helix -after Nic had helped the older Russian in avenging his wife's murder years earlier-, and they had willingly taken in the three teenagers.
They had spent the past four weeks recuperating, gathering information, and training. Jasper - member of the internationally known Kenway family- and his girlfriend, Emily, had stayed in Gotham and fed information to their three other squad members via secure mail and paid informants along with Declan's help.
Despite Aryess's efforts to ignore it, every time she closed her eyes, she could see the word engraved on the back of her eyelids- fugitives. They were running and hiding from an enemy whom they couldn't name.
"Aryess?" a soft voice whispered.
"Huh?" she muttered quietly.
"You're awake?"
"Yeah. I can't stop thinking..."
"About your family?"
Aryess rolled over carefully in her wharf and peered over the edge. Below her swung a segundo hammock where Vika lay, her golden eyes glowing softly as she stared upwards. Her snowy white hair, night gown, and even her pale skin seemed to reflect the light of the moon-rays that seeped through the open skylight.
"Yeah, my family. But also my friends and school and the city. It's so quiet and peaceful here. It's nice, but..."
There was silence between the girls for a moment. The waves crashed on the playa just outside. No car horns honked, no helicopter rotors thudded as the massive aircrafts flew between the buildings. No teenage heroines yelling at speedsters to stop stealing their food.
The door creaked open and the girls turned their attention to it as Alek walked in quietly.
"Can't sleep either?" Vika asked. Alek shook his head. She smiled and motioned to the air chair beside the door. Alek took it gratefully and contributed to the silence.
"What do tu miss most about actuación as heros?" the shapeshifter asked softly.
"That's a hard one," Alek replied quietly.
"Miss M's homemade, half burned cookies," Aryess said, "Messing with the newbies that showed up at least once a week."
"Delta's blackmail," Alek said. "The misceláneo paintball fights that would break out in our base."
"That's because tu were never the target of them," his partner muttered, a smile gracing her lips.
"Sweeping the streets for criminals in the crime-infested city." Nic had come in so quietly the three jumped at his voice. He leaned against the muro beside the doorway. "Catching them and kicking their asses. tu guys are having a party and didn't invite me?" he added; the humor relaxed the others who had tensed at his sudden appearance.
Vika dicho in a dreamy tone after a moment, "What about the ones tu love?"
They all looked down.
"Sorry," she dicho quickly, "I didn't mean-"
"My girl," Alek said, his voice obtaining an almost unidentifiable hint of pain, "she is the one I miss most of all. She seems to be full of secrets, distant maybe, but," a smile graced his lips, "her intentions are good, her corazón is pure. My own corazón aches to see her again."
Nic set a hand on the younger boy's shoulder in the silence that followed.
"B," Aryess dicho so quietly the others almost missed it. "I keep wondering how he's doing, where he is, if he's okay. He acts so quiet and sad around others, but he's stronger than they know, than maybe he himself knows. I just want to see him one más time, hear his voice, feel his arms around me." She stopped and rolled onto her back as tears filled her eyes.
"You will," Vika said, "Both of tu will see your loves again. That's why you're here, right? To make sure they'll be safe, until tu go back."
"It's late," the eldest pronounced, "let's go back to our room, Alek, and leave the ladies to sleep."
Alek nodded and stood. "Goodnight, girls," he said.
"Goodnight, Alek," they dicho in unison. Nic nodded to them and closed the door behind him and the other boy.
"Goodnight, Aryess," Vika whispered.
"G'night."
A few moments later, Aryess heard Vika's breaths even out below her. It was a awhile until she succumbed to sleep herself; until it did she continued looking up at the night sky, the stars reflecting off her sparkling grey eyes. It was the steady, rhythmic heartbeat of the ocean that finally delivered her to the land of dreams.
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The stars were visible through the skylight above the hammock. There was rarely any rain in the South American city, and while the weather was warm, it was comforting and made one drowsy, bringing sleep easier. The maps of constellations twinkled as she watched, a dazzling light show. In Gotham, the stars hadn’t been able to shine past the bright city lights, and those lights became her stars. Almost as if they were tyrants, stealing the roles of the natural illuminators of the night skies.
Aryess unconsciously fingered the ángel charm around her neck and shifted her arm supporting her head as she stared upwards at the display. Her other arm rested on her torso, confined por it’s sling: a constant reminder if the incident that had sent her partner, mentor, and herself into hiding. A bullet had hit her arm and, in a flash of pain and panic, she had crashed in the middle of the bridge and just narrowly rolled out of the way of a forty-ton eighteen-wheeled. It was either pure luck the girl had gotten away with a gun-shit wound, scratches, and bruises o perfect calculation por the driver.
Nic -as leader- had taken the shooting as a warning and he, Alek, and Aryess had left Gotham the día after the accident. Sasha and his daughter had been long-term allies of Double Helix -after Nic had helped the older Russian in avenging his wife's murder years earlier-, and they had willingly taken in the three teenagers.
They had spent the past four weeks recuperating, gathering information, and training. Jasper - member of the internationally known Kenway family- and his girlfriend, Emily, had stayed in Gotham and fed information to their three other squad members via secure mail and paid informants along with Declan's help.
Despite Aryess's efforts to ignore it, every time she closed her eyes, she could see the word engraved on the back of her eyelids- fugitives. They were running and hiding from an enemy whom they couldn't name.
"Aryess?" a soft voice whispered.
"Huh?" she muttered quietly.
"You're awake?"
"Yeah. I can't stop thinking..."
"About your family?"
Aryess rolled over carefully in her wharf and peered over the edge. Below her swung a segundo hammock where Vika lay, her golden eyes glowing softly as she stared upwards. Her snowy white hair, night gown, and even her pale skin seemed to reflect the light of the moon-rays that seeped through the open skylight.
"Yeah, my family. But also my friends and school and the city. It's so quiet and peaceful here. It's nice, but..."
There was silence between the girls for a moment. The waves crashed on the playa just outside. No car horns honked, no helicopter rotors thudded as the massive aircrafts flew between the buildings. No teenage heroines yelling at speedsters to stop stealing their food.
The door creaked open and the girls turned their attention to it as Alek walked in quietly.
"Can't sleep either?" Vika asked. Alek shook his head. She smiled and motioned to the air chair beside the door. Alek took it gratefully and contributed to the silence.
"What do tu miss most about actuación as heros?" the shapeshifter asked softly.
"That's a hard one," Alek replied quietly.
"Miss M's homemade, half burned cookies," Aryess said, "Messing with the newbies that showed up at least once a week."
"Delta's blackmail," Alek said. "The misceláneo paintball fights that would break out in our base."
"That's because tu were never the target of them," his partner muttered, a smile gracing her lips.
"Sweeping the streets for criminals in the crime-infested city." Nic had come in so quietly the three jumped at his voice. He leaned against the muro beside the doorway. "Catching them and kicking their asses. tu guys are having a party and didn't invite me?" he added; the humor relaxed the others who had tensed at his sudden appearance.
Vika dicho in a dreamy tone after a moment, "What about the ones tu love?"
They all looked down.
"Sorry," she dicho quickly, "I didn't mean-"
"My girl," Alek said, his voice obtaining an almost unidentifiable hint of pain, "she is the one I miss most of all. She seems to be full of secrets, distant maybe, but," a smile graced his lips, "her intentions are good, her corazón is pure. My own corazón aches to see her again."
Nic set a hand on the younger boy's shoulder in the silence that followed.
"B," Aryess dicho so quietly the others almost missed it. "I keep wondering how he's doing, where he is, if he's okay. He acts so quiet and sad around others, but he's stronger than they know, than maybe he himself knows. I just want to see him one más time, hear his voice, feel his arms around me." She stopped and rolled onto her back as tears filled her eyes.
"You will," Vika said, "Both of tu will see your loves again. That's why you're here, right? To make sure they'll be safe, until tu go back."
"It's late," the eldest pronounced, "let's go back to our room, Alek, and leave the ladies to sleep."
Alek nodded and stood. "Goodnight, girls," he said.
"Goodnight, Alek," they dicho in unison. Nic nodded to them and closed the door behind him and the other boy.
"Goodnight, Aryess," Vika whispered.
"G'night."
A few moments later, Aryess heard Vika's breaths even out below her. It was a awhile until she succumbed to sleep herself; until it did she continued looking up at the night sky, the stars reflecting off her sparkling grey eyes. It was the steady, rhythmic heartbeat of the ocean that finally delivered her to the land of dreams.
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Name: Liberation previously known as Obscurity
Alias: Harley Mei Kent
Age: 19
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Black
Height: 5'4
Powers: Super strength, Invulnerability, flight, absolute control of the four elements. 2 swords that grow out of her back
Skill Set: Well trained in all types of combat, hands on fighter, exceptional swords-woman, warrior and endurance
Weakness: Kryptonite, Magic, Apokoliptic weapons, her swords
Personality: cold and distance, a bit loud, can be friendly if tu reach her, doesn't trust, serious when need be, can be paranoid, wild, low sense of morality - on every counts
Marital Status: Single
Background: We should know
Family: superman (dad) batman (father figure) Superboy (Brother) Lois (mother figure)
Note: Still has a feline side but cannot fully transform, she only retained her ability to morph her hands into claws and unsheathable fangs.
Alias: Mim (M-im)
Occupation: Child
Powers: all elements, Flight
History:Irene was born the daughter of Devin and Fang Adams. She was raised in her home, with her siblings. Her days were spent lazily, being her daddy’s little girl, until she turned seven. When she turned seven, she killed her oldest sibling, Jon, in a freak accident with her newly found powers. Since then, she has lived in rivalry with her siblings for her father’s attention, which she believes is the only thing keeping her with the family.
Notes: Irene was born with naturally purple hair, something that was different from her siblings. She is the only one to inherit her mother’s power over elements.
This is a short guide to the youngest child in the Adams' family. She will have a longer one for when she's older.