New series, takes place two years into the future. link. Enjoy!
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Jacob was a drug dealer. He worked late nights in Trinity, out in the open. No one stopped him; the police force was corrupted, and the Heroes of the League were always too busy to pay any attention to this city. So he went about his business .
Tonight, however, something seemed different. He could feel someone watching him as he walked home. But whenever he turned, there was no one, no one at all. Shaking his head, he continued on. If toi studied him, toi could see how managed to déplacer a little plus quickly this time.
This continued on for a week ou so. One night, however, when he was less than a quarter away from his home, he turned once plus out of what had become habit. His eyes widened when he saw a glint of a silver blade on the ground. A divisé, split seconde later, and the couteau ignited into sudden flame. Dropping the bravado, he turned and sprinted towards home, not looking back again.
He never made it to the front door.
The suivant morning, policemen found Jacob in a jail cell, handcuffed, with a piece of tape on his mouth. They wondered to themselves who among them had done it. All guesses were put to rest when a mysterious note, handwritten, appeared, and suddenly the crime rate was becoming diminished due to a step up in the force. In less than a week, the once empty cells were filled with common bank robbers and drug dealers, and in a few plus days, some murderers as well.
And the ones they couldn’t catch, the heads of the drug cartels and the owners of the brothels; those ones were found on the streets, wrapped in wires and handcuffed. suivant to each one they found a few ashes and a or feather. They didn’t know how it had happened, but the innocents and the police of Trinity were sure.
There was a hero watching over them.
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Trinity wasn’t much to deal with. The highest low lifes she’d found were nothing compared to the Joker, ou Luthor. Bludhaven had worse criminals in that city. But someone had already claimed that one, so she’d settled with the suivant best thing.
And, over time, she supposed that if someone was insanely smart enough, they’d become a match for her. Perhaps a couple of old Friends would visit her, and she wouldn’t just have a rival, she’d have a complete opposite. A true ‘nemesis.’
She knew for a fact that each hero in the Justice League had a nemesis. Not that she wanted to be part of the League. That was the last thing on her ‘to-do’ list...
Right after bringing peace to the entire world, and apologizing to someone she’d never apologize to.
She layed back on the bed, stripping off her tight boots and rubbing the callouses of her feet. She felt her hair in her eyes, and she allowed a small smile to grace her lips.
“So this is what it feels like. To be on your own...” Kyra stretched out, returned her eyes to their natural blue color, and changed into pajamas. Then she curled up under the covers and started scrolling through the songs on her iPod as if she hadn’t just taken on the responsibility of her own city.
Hope toi enjoy!
Jacob was a drug dealer. He worked late nights in Trinity, out in the open. No one stopped him; the police force was corrupted, and the Heroes of the League were always too busy to pay any attention to this city. So he went about his business .
Tonight, however, something seemed different. He could feel someone watching him as he walked home. But whenever he turned, there was no one, no one at all. Shaking his head, he continued on. If toi studied him, toi could see how managed to déplacer a little plus quickly this time.
This continued on for a week ou so. One night, however, when he was less than a quarter away from his home, he turned once plus out of what had become habit. His eyes widened when he saw a glint of a silver blade on the ground. A divisé, split seconde later, and the couteau ignited into sudden flame. Dropping the bravado, he turned and sprinted towards home, not looking back again.
He never made it to the front door.
The suivant morning, policemen found Jacob in a jail cell, handcuffed, with a piece of tape on his mouth. They wondered to themselves who among them had done it. All guesses were put to rest when a mysterious note, handwritten, appeared, and suddenly the crime rate was becoming diminished due to a step up in the force. In less than a week, the once empty cells were filled with common bank robbers and drug dealers, and in a few plus days, some murderers as well.
And the ones they couldn’t catch, the heads of the drug cartels and the owners of the brothels; those ones were found on the streets, wrapped in wires and handcuffed. suivant to each one they found a few ashes and a or feather. They didn’t know how it had happened, but the innocents and the police of Trinity were sure.
There was a hero watching over them.
~/:::::\~
Trinity wasn’t much to deal with. The highest low lifes she’d found were nothing compared to the Joker, ou Luthor. Bludhaven had worse criminals in that city. But someone had already claimed that one, so she’d settled with the suivant best thing.
And, over time, she supposed that if someone was insanely smart enough, they’d become a match for her. Perhaps a couple of old Friends would visit her, and she wouldn’t just have a rival, she’d have a complete opposite. A true ‘nemesis.’
She knew for a fact that each hero in the Justice League had a nemesis. Not that she wanted to be part of the League. That was the last thing on her ‘to-do’ list...
Right after bringing peace to the entire world, and apologizing to someone she’d never apologize to.
She layed back on the bed, stripping off her tight boots and rubbing the callouses of her feet. She felt her hair in her eyes, and she allowed a small smile to grace her lips.
“So this is what it feels like. To be on your own...” Kyra stretched out, returned her eyes to their natural blue color, and changed into pajamas. Then she curled up under the covers and started scrolling through the songs on her iPod as if she hadn’t just taken on the responsibility of her own city.
Likes: Dancing
Best Friend: Arabella
Loves: Music
Dislikes: The cold
Worst Habit: Sleeping in when it’s cold
Personal Secret: Has a temper
favori Food: Dragon Noodles
favori Color: Crimson
Code Name: Rekka
Mentor/Inspiration: Fire
Relations: Arabella Conley
Base of Operations: New York
Personal Home: étoile, star City
Occupation: Hero
Job: Bartender
Team: Young Justice
What Symbolizes You: Fire
Biggest Regret:
Dream Career: Dance instructor
Most récent Nightmare: Letting my feu get out of control
Spirit Animal: Lion
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.