Young Justice OC'S!!! Club
rejoindre
Fanpop
New Post
Explore Fanpop
posted by KatRox1
------ Basics------

Full Name: Robert Hess


Nick Name: Griffin, Griff


Race: Human, Caucasian


Age: 18


Gender: Male


Occupation: Vigilante, Leader of Reborn


Blood Type: O


Traits of Blood Type: Responsible, decisive, organized, objective, practical, leader, stubborn

------Appearance------

Height/Weight: 6' 2" Tall, 187 lbs


Hair: Light brown/ dirty blonde


Eyes: Hazel


Skin Tone: Pale, lightly tanned


General Build: Muscular


Distinguishing Features: Bullet wound scar on left shoulder, slight tremor in hands.


Preferred Clothing: White button down dress shirt, dark grey waistcoat, dark dress pants


------Accessories:------

-Occasionally a dark tie
-Wrist watch
-Reading glasses

------Personality------

General Attitude: Headstrong, serious, mannered, practical, an all-around gentleman


------Background of 'Name' and the Time surrounding 'his/her' Life------

- Robert was one of the most common names donné to boys in 1910
-Griffin seemed to suit him upon his arrival in 2009

------Social Status:------

Birth Rank: seconde oldest out of 2 boys and one girl


Homeland/Birthplace: New York City, June 12, 1910


-------History:------

-Born in 1910, Robert Hess lived in a large penthouse apartment with his wealthy parents and older brother. In the following 3 years he gained 2 younger brothers and a sister, his mother did not survive childbirth and died when Robert was 3 years old. After his mothers death, life went downhill. Starting with his youngest brothers death at age 2 from the flu, his father began to take up drinking and gambling.
par age 10, the family had been completely drained of money and broken up. Prohibition had just begun and Roberts father spent most of his time in speakeasies.
Age 13, Robert and his siblings had to manage a small tenement apartment through smuggling jobs to pay the rent.
Age 14 and 15, Robert took up gambling as a hobby; leading to his future quirk of betting. He also joined in mob workings with mobsters such as Joe Adonis
Age 16, after 2 years of illegal gambling and bootlegging, Robert got involved in a bar fight and found himself in a tough position (not revealed for the sake of other stories). A young woman named Maura intervened after he had been almost fatally shot, and he woke up in an infirmary in 2009. After being told he could not return to his original timeframe due to a warrant for his death penalty, he was donné a new name and has to live out his life from age 16 in 2009 outside the government.

------Relationships/ Present life------

-At age 18 (2011), he was positioned as leader of the team Reborn.
-In no current relationship, but was in a relationship with a young girl named Margaret when he lived in New York City.

------Other------

-Griffin does drink, because of how he was raised
-He will almost never turn down a bet
-He really is a gentleman, and will treat any girl with complete respect (wink, wink, nudge, nudge)
-He will still use "Sir" and "Ma'am" unlike other people


Original Bio Link: link

**If this seems confusing, sorry. And I know this is really long- sorry again. If toi have any questions, feel free to message me! Maura is a Reborn member, to clarify.
If I missed anything, I'm literally going to shoot myself.**

(Hair color may be off in these photos-- And I'm sorry if anyone else has used these pictures before; I'm just using them for toi to visualize)
posted by NekoTheif
Name- Tundra

Real name- Amara Noelle

Status- Married to Charm, one child

Gender- female

Powers- to create/control ice, turn into wolf

Upside- She always had a weapon at hand and has better smell and hearing

Downside- She can't use 2 powers at once. if it gets to hot it can affect her ice ability and make her use plus energy.

What happened?-

After Charm's disappearance and her attempted arrest Amara fled and took Bonnie into hiding. She ran the drug trade and eventually moved in with the Jones family after finding Red Rose. Amara continued to look for Charm and raise/train Bonnie.

Weakness-

Amara...
continue reading...
posted by XxKFforeverXx
"It has been reported that a helicopter crash is southeast Iraq has resulted in a trigger of land mine explosions. Reporters also say that there is only one survivor, Derek Adams, and his condition has not been not reported" The TV blared as Mckenzie's eyes went wide  "He's ALIVE?!?!!?" She stabbed her couteau in the wall, and turned to Ravenna and Seraphs. "I thought toi killed him!" Ravenna and Seraphs both glanced at each other before glancing at Mckenzie, "We did.." 
"Obviously toi didn't! Because he's still here!!" Mckenzie jerked her couteau out of the wall, "You know what? I'll kill him...
continue reading...
added by XxKFforeverXx
posted by SilverWings13
I realize how crummy my first bio of my OC was, so I've decided to rewrite it.

Occupation: Heroin in training- Team Young Justice
Alter-Ego: Aryess Weston aka Ary
Personality: mature for her age, but often acts like a kid to keep up the good mood; trustworthy though doesn't trust many others; very friendly unless she feels threatened; stubborn.
Age: 14
Description: 5'5"; fair hair; light gray eyes; always wears her angel-charm nacklace; two tatouages (one on left shoulder, one on lower back, both hidden from view).
Skills: no super powers, couteau handling, martial arts, rue fighting, mild acrobatics,...
continue reading...
added by MinaBloodlust
posted by SilverWings13
Nightmares

The drizzle of rain was cool on her skin. She raised her arms to wonder at the minuscule droplets the same size and shape as the freckles decorating her bare arms and shoulders. Weeks had passed since the events in Venice. This was the first time she had been able to talk her way off the ship since then. The rain drops seemed to wash away the claustrophobia of being trapped on the ship with her traitorous brother and worsening nightmares of her sister. She tipped her head back and the peaceful feeling dissipated.
Anastasia was so used to the desert sun that the darkness of the rain...
continue reading...
Lets skip around 4.. no, 5 months.. Of course I gave him my number. Who wouldn't want to chat it up with a tall, white-haired boy with striking violet eyes? I know I want to, and I am. Dad knew something was up the moment I came out, and it was a long, interrogation ride home.. but since then, it's been a non-stop rollercoaster of smile and laughter ever since. But at this moment in time, I was frantically digging through my closet because I was going out, with him. Of course, I had been on many dates with him before, but this felt, different. I let out an annoyed whine, grabbing the attention...
continue reading...
posted by SilverWings13
“Did toi get it?” Marius demanded.
Angel was too busy choking up water from her lungs to answer. Gabriel was all but passed out on the snow beside her.
“Well, did you?” Chloë inquired eagerly. The blonde nodded, finally regaining her breath. “Then let us see it!”
“Not here,” Angel wheezed, “Not with-” It was only then that it occurred to her how red the soft blanket she sat on. There were bodies laid across the courtyard. Some were entombed in caskets of ice, their expressions of shock and horror La Reine des Neiges as if they were displays in a museum. Others had been ripped apart by...
continue reading...
Ultra-Guardian, aka Queen Beetles/Alanna's first daughter, aka Serenity. Current status: Missing.

Queen Beetle walked up and down in front of Kaya, whose one cheek was sore from the slaps. Kaya's eyes followed the Queen she was trying her best not to laugh the embarrassed woman.
"Why did toi agree to let my people take the Hexagons?" Queen Beetle asked.
"I thought it was the only way toi and I could talk without my husband and the others getting suspicious," Kaya replied smiling.
"Get out." Queen Beetle order guards at the door. They obey and exited. Queen Beetle addressed Kaya, "You embarrassed...
continue reading...
posted by -BelovedRobin
It was a quarter past midnight, not a single whisk of life stirred other then the leather cased finger stroking the brim of the amber elixir. He was calm. Breathing even as it course through his blood.

Inhale. Exhale.

He gazed over the brim of tainted shades, looking for his dearest fair sister cruising behind ebony. Her heels clicking to each sway of her pencil skirt, to every swoosh of the field of wheat grazing over her bum.

"Abel, I'm going back. Are toi going to stop me?" The slick amber pool around his coarse bottom lip. Edging the tip of his tongue whilst whispering sweet tunes into the...
continue reading...
posted by SilverWings13
Nic barely flinched as a fist rapped on the door of his quarters. "Come in," he granted without raising his voice. 
Ivara opened the door slowly. She hesitated then, wondering if her task was just. Her Superior had his elbows on the bureau and appeared to be staring intently over the haut, retour au début of his open laptop at the images taped to the wall. He wore the same outfit as he had worn that morning at practice: dark red sweats and nothing more. 
Ivara could see the marks that were etched in Nic's back, light scars on his pale skin. She was reminded of the markings that decorated her own body, the violet...
continue reading...
posted by BladeYJ
 Wonderland...
Wonderland...
We're all a little mad. A little insane. A little psycho. On the inside. We usually know how to control that small part of us. But what happens when it builds up? What happens when it claws its way out? toi snap. Correct?

Sometimes when we snap, we murder people.
Parents.
Animals.
Friends.
Sisters
Brothers?

Sometimes we kill ourselves.
Weather by:
Burning.
Drowning.
Knives ou Ropes.

But sometimes... People try to help us.. sometimes people cause our madness. The thing that leads to those horrid acts is them trying to fix us. And par fixing us they put us in a room. With a jacket. And isolate us from everyone...
continue reading...
posted by Robin_Love
His footsteps echoed in the mountain base, the clock lire well into three in the morning. He knew she wasn't going to be there, but something compelled him to come. Her room was the same as he had last seen. He picked things up, not sure why he had come but not put to rest about where she had gone ou why she hadn't told him. Guilt suddenly swarmed around him. Maybe if he was here more, paid plus attention to her...He shook his head.
You know she hates when toi do that, Alek. He sighed and moved to the desk, where her journal lay open. He imagined her sitting there, writing. He could see...
continue reading...
posted by SilverWings13
"Am I dead?"
The woman-- My mother continues smiling, shakes her head, takes a siège on the couch. Rests those summer-rain irises on me, takes in my shock, confusion, the volume of questions written across my expression.
"My God," she breaths, "My little girl's all grown up."
"Mom.. I don't understand," I barely notice the tears slipping down my cheeks. "You died in that fire. toi and Dad both.." A too-hopeful thought occurs to me and I find myself glancing around the room in chercher of the answer to the question I ask next. "Is he here, too?"
I wonder if I imagine the sad shadow drawn from her...
continue reading...
posted by SilverWings13
The first thing I see is white. It is blindingly pure and I have to raise a hand to shield my eyes. When the light fades, I blink 8 times, trying to grasp my surroundings.
The room I stand in is warmed par the flames dancing in the fireplace. A burgundy canapé sits on the flowered Persian rug, accompanied par two arm chairs and a glass coffee table.
The question
"Where am I?" leaves my mind in that glance. It is replaced by "Why?" and plus urgently "How?". I walk cautiously vers l'avant, vers l’avant and run a hand over a bookshelf crowded with thick encyclopedias and vibrant fairytales.
This place.
This house were...
continue reading...
posted by GlitterPuff
The girl walked in the cave, laptop in hands, wearing sweatpants, a T-shirt, and multi-colored socks. She sat down on the couch, her legs crossed, and opened the laptop, setting it in her lap. Immediately, the lock screen showed up, having her type in her password. After she typed it in, the laptop went to the main screen, a picture of her, Rosie, and Maxine appeared in the background. The red head moved the souris pad and left clicked on the documents tab, opening a file about Joker that Zack had gotten for her. Rene put it on full zoom, lire everything over a billion times, getting as much...
continue reading...
posted by CoaxochYJ
~Contains spoilers straight from the article she dies~

Welcome to a city that'll bring toi to your knees
It'll make toi beg for more, until toi can't even breathe
Your blindfold is on tight, but toi like what toi see
So follow me into the night, cause I got just what toi need
We're all rolling down the boulevard, full of mouton, moutons and sharks
It's a futherduckin' riot, we've been dying to start
You better grab a hold cause now toi know you're falling apart
You thought these streets were paved in gold
but they're dirty and dark


Mel walked among the streets. Her swords drawn. The sky was an ugly dust color....
continue reading...
(( Bentley P.O.V ))
Two months………, two months we’ve been trapped in this death game…. We had barely made a dent into reaching the one hundredth floor. The floor to freedom, I felt Lost and tired but wasn’t in my right mind to give up. I walked through the streets in my black combat boots, black jeans, my black fingerless gloves, and fighting vest with swords crossing on the front. I walked past the fruit stands and opened my option liste looking to see how much money I had, I clicked on an amount and a bag of money appeared in my hand as I walked over to purchase a bag of apples....
continue reading...
posted by Robin_Love
She opened her eyes and looked around the dimly lit room. She read the time on the clock. Only noon. She had time. She reached under her lit and pulled out the suitcase. She got up and looked in her closet. Pushing the clothes aside, she grabbed all the weapons left on their posts. She placed them in the suitcase along with the other smaller knives and pistolets hidden in the room. S
he threw in a book of photos and her journal. She closed the suitcase, slipped her iPod in her pocket, and looked around the simple room she had called hers. There really wasn't much she had, a few books, few clothes,...
continue reading...