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posted by Robin_Love
 Irra-dressed as a girl
Irra-dressed as a girl
This is the time line where Lexi and the others are already there and Jamie has his squad


Name: Irra Weldon-Addams
Alias: Ray
Occupation: Apprentice
Powers: bends light, wings, controls heat, expert rue fighter, small weapons
Age: 15
Weaknesses: If she is kept in shadows ou cold for plus than a few hours, her light extinguishes; if she expends too much light she becomes uncontrollable; limited fighting endurance
History: Irra's parents died before she was a an old. She was taken in par an orphanage. par the time she was four, Irra had escaped her foster care accueil and stayed in the streets. She caught a gang of boys unaware with a flash of her light when they were pulling a robbery. Irra was unaware of her powers till that moment. The gang took her along with them of her own free will. She earned her place in the gang and they treated her with respect. One night, while on lookout for a heist, Irra was caught hacking into the buildings security files. She was taken and put in a holding cell till they could contact someone to get her. She pleaded not to be sent to a foster home, but it was no use. Irra ended up in Devin Addams' caring hands. She now serves as Devin's apprentice.
Notes: Irra prefers her life in the streets to anywhere else. She often fights with Devin and the others for what she wants. The only one Irra seems to care for is Lexi. Irra often spends her free time alone, finding loopholes to her house life. She is a go-getter and very determined. While she comes off rude and icy, Irra has feelings that need gentle care. She loves Lexi as if she were her own sister and protects the little girl with a fierce fire. But Irra's spirit is wandering and she yearns for her freedom. She is slowly learning to l’amour the other members of her foster care home. Because she was raised in a gang of boys, she often dresses like one.
 Just what her wings look like
Just what her wings look like
 Irra
Irra
 Irra (her flash bombs look like innocent pokeballs)
Irra (her flash bombs look like innocent pokeballs)
posted by Obscurity98
Harley flew away from the Mountain crying she knew they could have helped her, but she didn't want to take chances. What if one jour she really did hurt some one.
Harley let t=her mind wander thinking back to the words Kaldur said. How he pleaded with her on not leaving. Then it dawned on her, what would happen when they told Roy?
He'd have a fit! and then try to find her. She knew it.

She walked now down the streets of Metropolis. she flew over to Clark's apartment he shared with Lois Lane.She didn't want to bother them, so she just sat there, on the window sill not making a noise. After a time,...
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Okay, I'm having one of those moments again. The kind where I get all depressed about Mercy becoming evil (because I really didn't want her to!) and about how there are WAY to many OC's! Not pointing fingers at anyone, because I'm doing it too, but seriously! If toi want to make an OC, could toi PLEASE just write an article about them first? We need some idea about them first!
That's why I won't be RP-ing at all until I can actually WRITE a story for Casey! I suggest a lot of toi guys do that, saying that some people don't even put up a bio for their character!
One plus point, PLEASE refrain...
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posted by Red_HoodYJ
A/N If toi don't like nasty-ish things and blood and stuff like that, skip from the "(Warning Thing!)" to the last authors note.

She burst from the tunnel she was in and out into the open. As she was riding, she pulled out a long piece of tape, some wires and two disconnected bombs. Red wired them together, then drove off the road. She jumped off of the motorcycle and taped the bomb to the motorcycle. She heard the roar of an engine and sprinted away. The Bat-Clan entered the clearing in the Bat-mobile as Red capuche, hotte sprinted away. She pressed a trigger and the bomb started its countdown. When...
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OOC: This is a one-shot that me and robinluv14 wrote together. We were really bored so this is kind of insane. Like really insane. It’s really random, and not on the timeline of our other stories ou the rest of the wall. Which is why Fin is alive and Delta isn’t a traitor and all that. Well we wrote most of this before the Delta thing. We were just too lazy to finish it and post it.....Well I’m rambling, as usual, so here. Read. If toi dare.

The sun had set, and gray dusk had overtaken Happy Harbor. Most of the team was piled in the cave, in the lounge, the kitchen, ou in their respective...
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OOC: Okay let me explain and apologize. This is going to be dark, extremely dark, and probably pretty twisted too. If toi don’t like that type of thing, don’t read this. I don’t usually write this type of stuff, but I can explain...maybe. See, lately I’ve been lire some pretty dark, often graphic, Slade/Robin Slash on fanfiction.net. If you’ve ever read any of that, you’ll understand. I’m pretty sure it messed with my mind, because the other day, I had a very...vivid.. dream about it. So of course, me being the lunatic that I am, I had to write it down. This is the slightly...
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How to end up running for your life from a pissed girl wearing a red casque with two pistolets pointed at you. AKA, how to piss me off.

1) Sneak into my room dressed like Joker when I'm sleeping.

2) Constantly say horrible 'Lady Gaga' jokes when I'm around.

3) Poke me constantly in the head when I'm wearing my helmet.

4) Ask if I have a motorcycle fetish. Constantly.

5) Tell me anyone on the team loves me.

6) If I decide to be nice and let toi ride on my motorcycle, try and make a déplacer on me. (You will then be dragged along the road behind me par your ear)

7) Say YOLO for everything.

8) Tell me I...
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posted by Kenzie_KarmaYJ
OOC: The beginning of the third and final fic in Kenzie's little trilogy. Enjoy!

Kenzie grinned in delight, watching Delta furiously charge towards Robin and scissor kick him. He retaliated, grabbing her legs and flipping her to the ground. Kenzie gave a small laugh and the teens gave her simultaneous smiles before going back to their training. She shifted her attention to Bentley, Aisling, Belle, and Russel, her momentary visitor. The four sulked in the corner. It was a habit for the particular group. Kenzie got up from her place and, carefully avoiding the sparring siblings, she made her way...
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posted by XxKFforeverXx
Anyone recongize where I got my inspiration from? If so tell me!

Name: Kenlie Saunders

Alias: Ravenna

Occupation: Villain

Age: hundred of years old but looks 16

Appearance: Jet black hair with bangs, pitch black 14 ft. wings, piercing, seductive red eyes, muscular for a girl, and she's 5'9

Personality: Jealous, arrogant and smart alec attitude, dark.

Powers: Sorcery, flight (wings), uses sorcery to stay youthful

Past: Ravenna's mother put a spell on her daughter to give her youth when she was a young girl, before they were seperated, and the spell could only be broken par the farest of them all (beside...
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posted by TerrorYJ
Becca approached him from behind, never making a sound. She wasn't too keen on talking to him, much less being anywhere near him. He was a fool, someone she would ignore. But he had crossed the line. He had hit a nerve inside her and she needed to be heard, loud and clear.
“Bloodmist.”
He turned his head slightly. He turned back to looking at the bank when he saw who it was. She knew he was upset. He had been hurt in battle, but Becca had wanted him out of the mountain. There were very few she turned away from. But this guy she did. In front of everyone.
“I get that toi don't like me....
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The harsh winter wind whipped through the dusky air as she walked down the forest path, blonde hair billowing behind her. She pulled her heavy manteau tighter to her body as she trudged through the snow. She looked up at the frost-lined trees, and cupped her hands to her mouth.
    “Zig!” she called, her voice reverberating through the forest until it was Lost among the trees. “Zi-ig!” Looking down, she noticed a trail of small footprints in the snow, and followed them.
    She reached a thinning in the trees, and now a hill, covered in the thick...
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posted by NekoTheif
"I don't know who toi are"

It shook Charm's foundation. "You...what?" he blinked. "Where am I?" she blinked at him. Charm noticed something different. The anger, the hurt, the love, the understanding it was all gone. She wasn't his Amara. "your not her. toi can't be" he shook his head. "Who was I suppose to be?" she blinked. "Your suppose to be Amara! Your suppose to be Tundra!" he yelled shaking her.

She looked hurt. "I don't know who she is but she must mean a lot to you" she slid onto her knees. "She does. She means everything to me." he let Abel emballage, wrap her arm around his shoulders. "Is she...
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posted by Skittles98
Sorry about the long wait; I got Lost on the road of life ;)

When I woke up and looked around, I was half expecting to see the run down house I used to live in. Instead, I woke to my new crimson room. The paint reminded me of fall leaves. I stretched and found a blue bundle at the end of my bed. I picked up the note.
“Time to go and meet some friends. Put this on, Sapphire” Dad used my ‘super-name’. I quickly slipped it on and tied my hair into a poney tail. I flew out and down the stairs. I whipped passed Alfred, my wake ripping the duster from his hand. I quickly flew back, placed...
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posted by Skittles98
The boy sat on the large, fancy chair.
“Dick, this is my and Diana’s daughter, Evelyn Veronica Isabelle Lang” he explained
“Your…daughter?” the boy asked
“Yes. We Lost her in a storm six years before toi were here” Dad said
“This is totally whelming. Why would toi keep this secret from me, Bruce?” the boy demanded
“Dick, now isn’t the time. I’m making it your job to montrer her around the mansion, find a room for her and tell her who toi are” Dad ordered
“Fine, but don’t think that we’re done talking about this” he nodded.
“I’m Dick Grayson. I’ll be your tour...
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posted by Lollipop97
Full Name: Annabelle Hawthorne

Nicknames: Anna, Ann, Annie, Bell, Anders.

Age: 14

Aliases: Timer

Identity: She tries her best to keep it secret to everyone but her family.

Nationality: American

Relatives:
Father: John Hawthorne, founder of the McFresh waffle company. Caring, but busy family father.
Mother: Mary Hawthorne, caring housemother, always trying to find fitting husbands for her daughters.
Sister: Abigail Hawthorne, grumpy 18-year-old sister with the bitchy attitude, but can also be kind and loveable at times. Also called ”Pissy Pants” par her younger sister.

Personality: Annabelle is a...
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posted by Skittles98
Everyone looked up and saw the Dark Knight standing on the landing pad.
“Welcome back Gambette” he said
“Batman” I nodded curtly. I walked up the stairs to see the Dark Knight in all his dark, brooding glory.
“So, toi gunna let me leave?” I asked
“No” he shook his head. I saw a lady with blonde hair walk by.
“Okay. Then I might as well familiarize myself with the base” I shrugged, running off. I sprinted after the lady.
“Excuse me!” I called. She stopped and turned around.
“I’m Gambette. Can toi authorize me leaving the cave?” I asked
“I’m Black Canary. And sure”...
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posted by Skittles98
“Hey, you’re Remy’s kid, ain’t ya?” one asked
“Maybe. And maybe I’m an Arabian slave trader here to collect this little lady to sell for two stallions” I sneered. Laura laughed.
“Yup, that’s her” one nodded
“Anyways, what’s it to toi who I am?” I asked
“Well, we’re the Ripper’s, and we want Remy dead” the lead one said
“Your point?”
“Well, we’ll need bait to get him down here. And if he knows his daughter is here, he’ll come get her” he continued
“Pass” I said, getting up.
“It wasn’t an option” he smirked. Laura snarled.
“Don’t use your...
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posted by Skittles98
I walked down the empty streets, shuffling the decks of cards in my hands. My long over manteau flapped behind me, along with my long brown hair. My brown eyes followed the path my cards took. I turned down a wide alley. Four guys block my path. Another four blocked my retreat.
“You guys wanna play a little card game?” I asked, holding up my deck of cards.
“Sure” the lead guy nodded
“Let’s play 8” I said, throwing 8 cards to the ground. They started to glow, then they exploded. I walked away, passing my cards back and forth between my hands. My brown hair writhed around me. As I walked...
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posted by SilverWings13
"Where to next?" The blonde answered par running past the elder assassin, leaving him to follow her. Her braid was just long enough to dangle between her shoulder blades, the bleached color startling against the black material of her suit, he noticed as they sprinting through the corridors. It was the brightest part about her, the braid. Her suit, combat boots, couteau belt, sheaths, capot, capot moteur were all black to compliment the stormy gray of her eyes and dark mood that was a constant around the girl. The man decided that he spent far plus time than necessary studying his enemy.
After taking out a handful...
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posted by SilverWings13
A followup on Aryess that I've been meaning to get to...

A quartet of dark figures fell from the sky. They plummeted towards the earth in a diamond formation, each on the corner of a cardinal direction. Each jerked up a foot as their parachutes deployed, fanning out above them. The team of four landed on the field at a run, their plane already far gone in the cover of the clouds. They were sprinting toward the the compound in the distance when the first message filtered through the static of their radios.
"Betas, this is base, do toi copy Betas?"
"Beta 4, copy," the blonde replied, her voice as...
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1AM, Twan's command post.
Twan stood infrond of a table, tableau inspecting maps of the city.
Suddenly a throwing étoile, star land only inches away from his hand.
Bothe Twan and Boris aim there pistolets at the ceiling.
Is Thad how toi greed old Friends now?
Ceschire sais in a playful tone we she climes truw a ceiling window, taking back her throwing étoile, star and sits down on the table, tableau crossed legged.
Twan sigeds in relieve. Bohe him and Boris put there pistolets away
Damm Jade can't toi just use the door toi scared me half to death.
Nowe were is the fun in thad? She a dit in the same playful tone.
I geas your rigt.
Its good thad...
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