Possessive

"What are toi going to do?"
"About what?"
"You can't pretend nothing happened, Blaze. Aleksander is out of control, and toi need to reign him in."
"I know." The fire-caster tightened his hands on the railing he leaned on, then flexed them, stretching the tight leather of his gloves. "And don't toi forget about your own charge, mate."
"Who, Jace?" Seeker scoffed. "He isn't a problem."
"He nearly got himself killed today," Nic argued, "That's not something that should go unaddressed."
Seeker shrugged. "Maybe it would be better if I simply... Relieved him."
The other male gave him an incredulous look...

Name: JD ( Jared Dammon Morse)

Alias: none

Age: 18

Appearance: dark wavy brown hair and rich blue eyes, always wears snapback.

Personality: JD is a very nice and funny guy to get along with, he hasn't met one person whose had a problem with him. He is very understanding and will do anything for his Friends and loved ones.

Powers/Skills: he has the ability to see the potential of people. basically he can see what they can fully do and have that others may not. (ex. he would be able to see someones skills, way of thinking, and talents)

Relations: owner to Shane

Civvies: jeans, a sweater, converse,...

Ari had just left college when all of a sudden,"nice tatt"a voice said"i know that voice"she whispered
"i'm baaack"he a dit she turned around to see...
minion.she was La Reine des Neiges with fear,"thats impossible y
y-you were frozen"she mumbled,"well surprise..surprise i got out with the help of joker he found me La Reine des Neiges par that arbre we had our last fight"
he explained then teleported right over to her,and grabbed her covering her mouth with his right hand and teleported them to the same spot where they had their last fight."what do toi want with me?"ari asked with anger,"I simply just want to talk"he replied,"About...

Name: Alex "Web" Knight
Age: 16 years old
Height: 5'9
Hair: blond
Eyes: Blue
Nationality: British
Father: Spider-Man
Mother: Sally knight
Affiliations: Young Justice; MI6

Powers: regrow limbs; stick/climb walls; inhuman: strength, agility, reactions
Skills: spying; working undercover; disguising him self; most forms of hand to hand combat; multilingual (can speak english of corse, Russian, German, French, Spanish and more)

Relationship status: I have no clue I'm no good with relationships (unless the odd "I'm awesome & good looking" )

Enemies: French president's daughter (it is the city of love...

He felt another prescence in the room with him. He half-hoped it was her, but he knew it wasn't. But the thing standing in the corner of his room wasn't what he expected. He made ready in case the thing attacked, but then he saw the eyes. They weren't the same color, the familiar blue, but they held the same pain and sadness and longing that his eyes had before.
“Terror.”
“Yes.”
“Did toi find her?!”
“Yes. Becca's there now. We have to hurry.”
He stood and ran over to where the so-called monster stood. He felt the slight pressure of a hand on his shoulder and they stepped into the...

Name: Cadmus "Mafia" Allendral
Age: 16 years old
Height: 5'7
Hair: Red
Eyes: Any color she wishes but her natural color is Gold
Nationality: Russian; currently residing in the United States
Father: Erik Allendral (deceased)
Mother: Taisia Allendral Mavoc (deceased)
Affiliations: Russian Mafia; Young Justice; Intergang

Powers: Can cause inanimate objects to become the animaux of her choice, snakes being her preference. Immunity to all poisons. Shapeshift into a large snake. She can speak to all animals. She can phase through solid objects such as walls and bullets, but it takes much concentration. She...

“What now” The man huffs out an annoyed growl.

“Cadmus is hurt. toi a dit this wouldn’t happen! We made a deal, remember?”

“A deal cannot be made if the dealer can’t even hold down his own promises.”

“What, Sebastienne? She’ll be fine its juts a little motorcycle accident. Besides I’d already brought her back to the cave. She’ll heal.”

“She’s my niece!”

“Is this care I hear? I though toi came here to….hurt her ou something.”

“I came here to ‘hurt' her father but I need her for this.”

“Same thing,” Burke argued. “You hurt her father and she’ll...

She awoke to a rythmic jolting, her head aching. She wanted to open her eyes but they wouldn't obey her. She realized someone, maye something, was holding her and walking. Her reflexes kicked in and she tried to déplacer away. But not being able to see things made it hard.
"Relax! It's just me!"
The sound of the voice should have made her scared. Instead, she relaxed. His voice had changed to a deep echo inside his chest with the slightest undertone of a hiss. But it was still him.
"Why can't I open my eyes?"
"Cyvus cast some sort of spell. As soon as toi were out, he and Syl left."
"How am I supposed...

Richi's vision blurred as he faded back into consciousness. The stone ground felt cold under his body, and as he picked himself up, his head began to throb with pain. Using a nearby mur to help himself into a standing position, he winced as a sharp pain suddenly came from his sides. Bars blocked him from leaving his apparent cell, and light shone through from the hallway. Richi felt blood trickle down from his cheek, and he saw that several bruises and cuts were all over his body. He felt his rib-cage and counted three broken, at least four fractured. "Wha-" he began to ask himself before...

The loud sound of metal scratching together woke her from sleep. They had found a place between some rocks and just under an alcove so low they had to crawl out. She had been too tired from the jour before and now something was happening. She mentally cursed herself before slipping out.
Terror was holding off some kind of psychic blow and the sword he had used lay broken in three pieces. Damn. I miss everything! She stretched before pulling out her own attack. Terror ducked down and rolled over to her before standing again.
“Two attackers. One has strong magic potential. The other has a bit...

Name: Atticus Unknown

Relations: Unknown

Alias: Atti

Occupation: Unknown

Race: Human.. most believe. Some say he's a ghost.

Age: Most suspect he's 17.

Personality: He is very quiet and often réponses in grunts and usually doesn't take too well to people. Atticus, prefers being alone and isolated, and unbothered par pesky fledglings,

Appearance: Many don't know what he looks like, for he always wears a mask. Though it is believed he has icy blue eyes, that can freeze toi from the inside. The only thing they do know is his white hair and pale skin.

Powers: His powers are Ice, and invisibility.

Weapons:...

He dusted the dirt off him as he stood.
“Well this certainly isn't New York,” she muttered.
“Welcome to Oz, Dorothy.”
She sighed as they took in the sight before them. The houses were rundown brick buildings about two stories high. Some were small huts of mud and hay. The rue was dirt that turned to stone the farther up toi went. Buildings of different styles crowded in to what could be the center of a town filled with all kinds of different creatures.
“Well Toto, shall we find the witch ou look for the flying monkeys?”
He grinned at her and the two stepped into the gate surrounding...

Knowing she should be helpful in the sense the Superiors had had in tasking her with her particular task, Ivara activated her ability. It only took a blink of her cream-orange eyes to switch on the Sight. The dark around her became illuminated in a collage of colors. The life force of the invading plant in a green glow, the fiery red of the male at her side, a hint of inanimate yellow where the aluminum walls still remained untouched combined to create the image of an artist’s paint pallet. The only negative was the steel grey haze in the air that alerted of a dark event that had taken place,...

This has got to be the cheesiest thing I've ever written. But cheesy is just the right word to describe my Russian boy, so it fits ;P


Frozen in shock, Alek watched as Tara's eyes trailed from his stunned expression to the diary in his hand. Alek scrambled for an explanation, but the words tripped over each other and fell off the ends of the Earth. He stayed still as she reached across the comforter and took the notebook from his open hands. The two sat in silence on either side of the bed, one staring helplessly at the other's back as she faced away.
"I... It wasn’t my intention... This isn't..."...

This is a part 1 of 2 only IF Sil wants to continue it. If not, enjoy this one~shot!!!!!!



He slipped into the barely open door, looking around. The afternoon light filtered through the room. Her floor was clean, but the small amount of clutter on the bureau and dresser made him smile at the familiarity. The girl he was looking for was sprawled on the bed, asleep. A book and pen lay open beside her, forgotten as dreams filled her sleep. He shook his head a little, smiling at how simple she was in sleep yet so alive with emotions. He capped the pen and placed it on the desk.
He sat down on the bed...

The young blonde boy stared at the ground, wallowing in his depression, as the kids around him played games with each other, leaving him alone on the empty balançoire, swing sets. For as long as he knew, the other kids shunned him, called him names, and stayed away from the blonde kid known as Satan's son. For plus than 8 years, he's experienced it all.

"Get away from me, toi demon!"

"You don't belong here, ou anywhere!"

"Freak!"

A group of boys began carefully approaching him, but he continued to watch the ground. The one in front spoke first. "Hey, freak."

No reply.

"What, someone cut your tongue out for being...

Kinda a response to Robin_Love's lovely one-shot titled ~Day and Night~. If this sucks and seems lacking in my usual detail-obsessed-touch, I blame a 5 mile hike and the late heure in which I am typing this up. Enjoy!

Vika squealed for the tenth, maybe hundredth time. Nic groaned. "Stop making that horrid sound!" he ordered, shutting his eyes in effort to fend off the pressing headache. The girl ignored him.
"Summer romance!" she squeaked. "Is that really the phrasing she used?"
Alek looked up to see Vika leaning over the railing looking down at him with a frivolous expression, her golden irises...

Just bare with me. He may not be staying, but I need plus guys. So...ta-da



Name: Ivic
Alias: Fury
Occupation: vigilante; team mate
Powers: fire, healing, super-senses, were-wolf
Skills: fangs, speed, agility, stealth, rue fighting, boxing, claws
History: Ivic is the result of a now-lost serum. He was a test tube baby, the serum affecting him in some way no one thought possible. While the others died, Ivic remained healthy. He was a quick study from the time he could walk. He has been taught about his abilities but not how to control them. His temper ignited one jour par mysterious reasons, Ivic...

Name: Eachen Story ( ee-kin ) (( i changed his name shhhh))

Villian Name: Vile

Age: 19

Appearance: dirty blonde hair and green eyes.

Relations: Lucas Story is his younger brother.

Powers/Skills: he has viles that he keeps with him that give him strength and power. Depending on his intake of the substance the plus power he gains. Combat skills.

Personality: he is very self centered and only benefits himself, though he secretley has a cœur, coeur he tries to take over that feeling par greed and power.

Villian suit: he wears army paint on his cheeks and has a black hooded jacket, with black pants and combat...