She was running along the street, a blur to all. She did a few tricks over cars, going too fast for any one to appreciate them. She laughed, enjoying her fun. She skidded to a stop when she saw a blonde haired boy in a black trench manteau running away. She looked at him for a minute. Why was he running? She raced towards him.
“Hey softie!” she yelled teasingly.
The boy stopped, turning to her. He scowled.
“Shut up Erin!”
She stopped in front of him.
“Awww! C'mon Terror! I was just playing!”
“I don't give a care. Leave me alone!”
Terror turned to leave, but Erin grabbed his wrist. A bag fell from underneath his trench coat. Terror looked at it. He yanked his arm back and moved to pick it up. Erin beat him to it.
“What's in here?”
“None of your business!”
“True.”
Erin reached inside, pulling out a small blade. Her eyes widened.
“Terror!”
He grabbed the blade from her hand.
“What...what are toi doing with that?”
“What do toi think?”
Erin looked at him, watching as he twirled the blade in his hand.
“You know toi can't.”
“Why not?”
“You're a hero for one. Second, toi CAN go to jail.”
Terror scowled again. He twirled the blade in his hand before throwing it. Erin watched the blade lodge itself in a tree.
“I don't know what else to do.”
“Terror. You've had other girlfriends. Other break ups. Why is this one different?”
“...I l’amour her, Erin. But I can't have her. She doesn't want me.”
“So what? Her loss. Besides, they won't last long. And when she comes back to you, you'll have someone else. Kinda the one that got away thing.”
“You're wrong Erin.”
“No I'm not. The same happened to me. I fell in l’amour but he went away. Now I have another love. And he can keep up with me.”
“You are! She was the one Erin!”
Terror sat on the ground and Erin slowly sat suivant to him. She looked at him and then at her hands.
“You mean...she was THE one?”
“Yes, Erin. The one.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
Erin looked back at her hands. She took a deep breath.
“Terror, I don't know what to say.”
“Nothing to say. She's with another. Not a thing I can do.”
Erin blinked back a few tears.
“Crap.”
“What?” Terror asked.
“You got me crying.”
Terror looked at her. Erin had tears down her face and was blinking quickly.
“Erin-”
“Stop. I'll be okay in a sec.”
Erin wiped away the tears. She took a cleansing breath and then looked at him.
“How can toi talk about her and not cry?”
“No plus tears to cry.”
“I hate him.”
“Who?”
Erin gave Terror a pointed look and Terror nodded.
“Ah. Him. Yeah so does Becca.”
“Its funny how everyone thinks toi and Becca are like the best of friends.”
“When we aren't? Yeah I know.”
“If Sylver hadn't...you know, Becca would kick your ass.”
Terror smiled a little.
“I know.”
“Too bad.”
Erin was silent for a minute.
“We're best friends, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Then...why am I never there when toi need me?”
Terror looked over at Erin. She was looking at him, relaxed.
“You speed around too much. toi have to déplacer around constantly in order to be happy.”
“Not an excuse.”
“No. Just you.”
Erin smiled at Terror.
“Thanks Terror.”
She stood and returned a seconde later. She handed Terror the retrieved blade.
“Go ahead. I'll make sure no one finds out.”
Terror took the blade. He stared at it before throwing it into a trash can.
“No. I'm not evil. Just a monster.”
“And I'm a freak.”
Terror smiled up at her before standing. Erin smiled back.
“Wanna go to Damo's?” she asked. “My treat.”
“Your treat? Okay. I'm down for that.”
“No drinking. I can't pay for that much.”
Terror laughed a little.
“You got it. I don't need to anymore. I think I'm good.”
“Good. But it's still her loss.”
“Hey softie!” she yelled teasingly.
The boy stopped, turning to her. He scowled.
“Shut up Erin!”
She stopped in front of him.
“Awww! C'mon Terror! I was just playing!”
“I don't give a care. Leave me alone!”
Terror turned to leave, but Erin grabbed his wrist. A bag fell from underneath his trench coat. Terror looked at it. He yanked his arm back and moved to pick it up. Erin beat him to it.
“What's in here?”
“None of your business!”
“True.”
Erin reached inside, pulling out a small blade. Her eyes widened.
“Terror!”
He grabbed the blade from her hand.
“What...what are toi doing with that?”
“What do toi think?”
Erin looked at him, watching as he twirled the blade in his hand.
“You know toi can't.”
“Why not?”
“You're a hero for one. Second, toi CAN go to jail.”
Terror scowled again. He twirled the blade in his hand before throwing it. Erin watched the blade lodge itself in a tree.
“I don't know what else to do.”
“Terror. You've had other girlfriends. Other break ups. Why is this one different?”
“...I l’amour her, Erin. But I can't have her. She doesn't want me.”
“So what? Her loss. Besides, they won't last long. And when she comes back to you, you'll have someone else. Kinda the one that got away thing.”
“You're wrong Erin.”
“No I'm not. The same happened to me. I fell in l’amour but he went away. Now I have another love. And he can keep up with me.”
“You are! She was the one Erin!”
Terror sat on the ground and Erin slowly sat suivant to him. She looked at him and then at her hands.
“You mean...she was THE one?”
“Yes, Erin. The one.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
Erin looked back at her hands. She took a deep breath.
“Terror, I don't know what to say.”
“Nothing to say. She's with another. Not a thing I can do.”
Erin blinked back a few tears.
“Crap.”
“What?” Terror asked.
“You got me crying.”
Terror looked at her. Erin had tears down her face and was blinking quickly.
“Erin-”
“Stop. I'll be okay in a sec.”
Erin wiped away the tears. She took a cleansing breath and then looked at him.
“How can toi talk about her and not cry?”
“No plus tears to cry.”
“I hate him.”
“Who?”
Erin gave Terror a pointed look and Terror nodded.
“Ah. Him. Yeah so does Becca.”
“Its funny how everyone thinks toi and Becca are like the best of friends.”
“When we aren't? Yeah I know.”
“If Sylver hadn't...you know, Becca would kick your ass.”
Terror smiled a little.
“I know.”
“Too bad.”
Erin was silent for a minute.
“We're best friends, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Then...why am I never there when toi need me?”
Terror looked over at Erin. She was looking at him, relaxed.
“You speed around too much. toi have to déplacer around constantly in order to be happy.”
“Not an excuse.”
“No. Just you.”
Erin smiled at Terror.
“Thanks Terror.”
She stood and returned a seconde later. She handed Terror the retrieved blade.
“Go ahead. I'll make sure no one finds out.”
Terror took the blade. He stared at it before throwing it into a trash can.
“No. I'm not evil. Just a monster.”
“And I'm a freak.”
Terror smiled up at her before standing. Erin smiled back.
“Wanna go to Damo's?” she asked. “My treat.”
“Your treat? Okay. I'm down for that.”
“No drinking. I can't pay for that much.”
Terror laughed a little.
“You got it. I don't need to anymore. I think I'm good.”
“Good. But it's still her loss.”
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 toi 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.
Nickname: Lance
Occupation: Knight
Ethnicity: Romanian
Race: Vampire
Story: Lance was born into an aristocratic family. He was raised in the royal court and befriended the young prince he was charged to protect. When tragedy struck, he brought the prince to safety. He took care of him for years until the prince grew into a man. He is now among those loyal to him and is a trusted friend.
Facts: Lance is par nature very bookish. He prefers words to fists even though he is trained in several different form of self defense and sword play. He is very close to his old charge now friend. He often finds himself caring for him when no one else will. The two share a close bond and he’d give his life for his friend.