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posted by GlitterPuff
Name: Elizabeth Dawn (Goes par Beth normally)

Height: 3 feet 3 inches

Age: 6

Birthplace: Gotham City

Hair color/length/style: Long white/silver hair

Eye color: A blue-ish grey ou a dark grey

Accent: American

Religion: Doesn’t really know

Marital Status: Single…. SHE’S 6!

Noticeable Physical Attributes: Needle holes on her arms from IV’s, a scar on her forehead that is always hidden par hair

Handicaps (emotional/physical/mental): 6 YEARS OLD HELLO PEOPLE

global, ensemble Health: Dead

Style of Dress: Fun colors, normally a dress with tights and cute mary janes

Personality Traits: Happy-go-lucky, energetic, how a normal 6-year-old acts

Other: Her favori toy is a stuffed animal teddy ours that a nurse gave her on her 5th birthday and she hates green beans

Bio: Elizabeth was diagnosed with cancer when she was only 3 months old. For her entire childhood, she was stuck in the hospital, her parents never leaving her side. To make her feel happier, sometimes they would dress her in actual clothes so she wasn't in hospital gowns all the time and would buy her poupées for her to play with. par her 6th birthday, the doctors thought that she would be okay for now and could finally go home. Unfortunately, they were wrong. As soon as she stepped foot outside the building, her cœur, coeur stopped and she dropped dead. Now, she's a ghost, kind of. She can be seen, but only par people who aren't related to her. While she was in the hospital, Beth remembered seeing a woman with long red hair there. The woman spent hours playing with her and keeping her company on her days off from work. Because she remembered what she looked like, Elizabeth ran up to the woman after she died and began to cry, so the woman (if toi hadn't figured out who it is... It's Rene) decided to take care of her, since she was 6 and would never get older. Now, Beth lives with Rene at her apartment and normally spends most of her time there, at the cave, ou at the Daily Bugle.
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posted by GlitterPuff
WARNING: This is a bit gory and really, really sad. Just FYI...

    Everywhere she went, he followed her. I'm not following you, he'd say, we're just going to the same place. She knew why he wouldn't leave her alone. He wouldn't let her do it. And he promised that if he was with her, he would stop her. It really ticked her off. It was her own choice, not his. He just didn't agree with it. But none of it mattered. She was going to do it. Tonight. And he wouldn't be able to stop her.

~~~~~~

    "Where are toi going?"

    "Somewhere."

    "Cool!...
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posted by Robin_Love
 Arcineh
Arcineh
Name:Arcineh Wiltsey
Alias: River
Powers: Water-bender; technology; brain power of a computer; combat
Occupation: Agent of the Watchtower; currently in training
Weakness/Limits: Too much heat without water; multiple blows to the head
History: Arcineh is Armenian but she looks like she's a normal Caucasian girl. Her mother was Armenian, he father Latin-American. When she was 10, her mother died of cancer. Her father was devastated, but put everything he had into caring for her. They moved away from the painful memories and started a new life. Because of her brain, she graduated from a University...
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added by Eclipse-YJ
When Nye awoke, he found himself in his lit with Jennifer sitting beside him, holding his hand. She looked at him relived.

"Oh thank God," she breathed out. Nye took his hand and pushed a piece of her long dark brown hair behind her ear. She smiled at him.

"Alright," he said, shifting his position in the bed, "I need to go find some answers."

A little later in the day, Nye was racking his brain, trying hard to remember what happened in his seen future. A man? No, a girl held the gun. Was her hair brown? ou maybe it was black. But there was definitely a gun in her hand, along with some blood....
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posted by 221B-Baker
This charrie goes par the name Jenson King. Overly-gelled black hair to match his green eyes, this kid could be a Greaser, I swear. When he gets angry, ou his body is put under a large amount of stress, he has the ability to retreat into the form of a black leopard. Even when in human form, his cat-like eyes and fangs give him night-vision, and an unusual taste for catnip. Jenson's past remains a secret, even to him. His earliest memory is waking up in the middle of the jungle at age twelve, only to be taken to civilization par tourists. He enjoyed old, classic streetfighting games, hence his Greaser appearance. At age sixteen, he traveled to America, and joined the team. Knowing plus Hindi than English, he often just sits in the rafters and watches everyone.

This biography has many sketchy points, and most of my biographies will, until I'm used to écriture them, so, patience.
*giggles*

((Oy...))

1)    If toi had to choose between riding on a arc en ciel ou delivering rainbows, and why?

Both! And I already deliver them anyways…

2)    When is someone going to go éléphant riding with me?

*in robot voice* Unable to answer due to the fact it is directed to others…

((What the-))

3)    Would toi rather live in a giant pumpkin, ou eat a giant pumpkin?

Live in one! Then I can be like that bunny that lived in one!

4)    Unicorns ou l’espace Unicorns? Please explain!

SPCAE UNICORNS! It would be offensive to...
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posted by Robin_Love
She heard a crash, a loud one. She groaned and pulled the covers over her head. But when the computer announced Batman's arrival, she jumped out of lit and into the closet. We didn't have training today. Were we supposed to get a mission? She stepped out of her room, ready for action, like most of the others who had slept in on their jour off. Blade yawned before heading into the mission room. She saw not only Batman, but also Zatanna, and a few other JLA members. Okay. Not a mission.
“Devin's gone missing,” A voice whispered in her ear.
She would have reacted, but she knew that voice too...
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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...
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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...
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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...
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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...
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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...
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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...
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