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Reference: Bethelzazar Darkinesecise-Name: Bethelzazar "Mr. Z" Darkinesecise (Buh-thel-zuh-zar Dar-kin-ese-cese)
-Profession: Agent/Talent Scout for VTV. He rose to this position after seven other talent scouts met -mysterious, humiliating, painful and totally unexplained deaths.
-Yearly Salary: %40 cut from each of his 1,562,982 clients.
-Appearance: He lives in an office with only a dull red light and filled with cigar smoke. The number of people that know and remember what he looks like can be counted on one hand.
-Personality: Smooth, calculating, douchebag. All these and more describe Mr. Z. He's passively offensive and insulting at almost all times, but also upbeat and witty in his dialogue. His ability to manipulate borders on mind control and his power to predict what will please a crowd rivals the best prophets. Out of his hundreds of thousands of clients, he only truly cares about a handful. Half a dozen produce over %80 of his income, a good portion of that coming solely from Akusei
Reference: Akusei Akki-Name: Akusei Akki
-Race: Facio Informis, commonly known as "Stage Shifter". Stage Shifters can change to any form they can imagine within certain size-based limitations. However, they may only change to any given form once in their life. Their power is based solely on how famous that particular form is. They adsorb raw, emotional energy from everyone that knows of them, be it fear, love, hate, admiration, etc. This is due to latent psychic abilities most commonly referred to as "Vampiric Empathy".
-Profession: Intergalactic/interdimensional pop star for VTV, television for Villains. Their signals broadcast to every mountain fortress and crystal ball in the known universe. A particularly greedy and manipulative organization, they are responsible for the skyrocketing rates of villainy in the past 6,000 years.
-Yearly Salary: More than the gross domestic product of some solar systems.
-Appearance: A teenage gi
HoC R4 P1: Hell in a HandbasketThe smell of gunpowder mixed with light whiffs of strawberry frosting filled the ever growing battle zone the two warriors were creating. It only took both Vasuvan's forces and the Hands' defensive crew a few moments to realize they should avoid the warpath their respective assault and defensive leaders were on. The path of destruction was filled with mangled body parts, blasted shrapnel and cake. It led from the firing control room, through the mess hall and with one more explosive the combat was propelled into the now completely empty fighter bay.
The blond man brushed a gloved hand through his messy, blond hair. Soot and bits of pastry caked (pun intended) his face and hair, but he hardly seemed out of breath. Blood from already healed wounds left dark red stains on his leather jacket. He wide, unblinking eyes finally moved away from his foe to examine his remaining supplies. Gary smiled satisfactorily as he withdrew another six detonators.
The dark (chocolate) haired man
Rift Audition: Feel the ThunderKader stared into his mug with the intensity of a scholar attempting to decipher a particularly esoteric philosophy. There was a decision to be made; "There was a decision to be made--'To be drunk, or not to be drunk?' . A simple choice. Rather than be faced with it, the brown-skinned man lazily examined the tavern. The sandstone walls pressed the sweating, screaming mob of regulars together into an indistinguishable mess. Honestly, he already had a hard enough of a time telling the difference between any two humans.
Just looking at them made up the man's mind on whether to get drunk or not. Especially after his latest failure. Three months travel to a sage rumored to be powerful in the arts of magic. Yet the old coot was on a deathbed by the time the desert warrior had arrived. Needless to say, the sage wasn't able to restore him back to his original form.
This thought motivated him even further to drink himself into a stupor. This alcohol stuff was the only thing Humans could get rig
Reference Redux: Kader Tineen--Basics--
Name: Caelestis "Kader Tineen" Levitas
Age: 17 (Mental age of a young adult)
Race: Human (Formerly Dragon)
World: Medieval Fantasy Earth
Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 165 lbs
Skin: Dark Brown
Hair: Dark Brown
Details: Large chin and nose. A reasonablely powerful build, even given the times he lives in. The muscles don't tend to show through his outfit, however. On his back there is a massive tatoo of a Bronze dragon poised to strike.
Clothing: An open blue robe kept together with a slightly darker sash. White stripes run the length of the outerwear while under it a white longshirt with wide ends makes up the rest of the upper-boy outfit. Baggy, white pants and blue sandles for the lower regions.
Gait/Demeanor: Strong, powerful and commanding. He stands up straight at all times, but only to make himself look taller.
Voice/Speech patterns: Perpetually annoyed and disapproving. Normally very loud and vocal a
HoC R3: Off Balance Pt. 2"I have a proposal for you, Audrey." Wildcard said to the massive wall of vines before him. He held the brim of his tophat while he spoke and adjusted his bright orange suit before his partner in crime responded. This was a delicate situation that would require expending a few resources, but the reward would be worth it.
"Well well well, what have we here? What's that I smell on you? Is it fear?"
The vines curled away, revealing the massive pod that was Audrey III's head. He spoke in an ever deepening sing-song voice that shook the entire museum in which he had taken root.
"I'll admit, I may be immortal but the idea of pain, not gaining godhood and losing to that pirate are all rather disconcerting to say the least."
A noodley appendage reached under Wildcard's feet and lifted him up to 'eye-level'.
"Spill it! So what's the deal? If you got a problem with something just kill it!"
The lizard-man chuckled.
"That is what I need you're help for. Allow me to tap into your energy reser
HoC R3: Off Balance Pt. 1In the middle of the what passed for night on the Black Eden, the pirate lord Dominik Payne was awoken from dreamless sleep by three quick, loud knocks on the door. His head throbbed and his mouth could not have been dryer if he had just swallowed a fist full of sand, but still he managed to roll out of his hammock. The vampire swore guttural curses at his crash landing, picked himself up and opened the door. The frowning face of Siegfried greeted him.
"Change of plans; Get dres-"
The judge was cut off by the door hissing before it closed on him. Siegfried growled and stuck a foot in the door before it shut all the way. Dominik sighed disappointedly and started making his way back to bed. The hangover wasn't going to sleep it self off.
"Hey, asshole! We don't have time for this! Your match is starting!"
He begrudgingly looked at a clock through sleep encrusted eyes. It indicated a time so early that Dominik could only describe it as half passed retarded.
HoC Round 3: Prologue8 hours before the start of the war
The guard laid back in his chair, watching the same set of recordings again. The hours he had spent in this security room were uncountable. It was a large, mechanical room that was only lit by the ever shifting light of a dozen or more screens. His eyes darted from screen to screen, processing information at a rate far beyond that of inferior beings
On one screen, he watched with curiosity as a fully armored figure assaulted a mechanic. His eyes dissected the very pixels of a lightning bolt on screen, noting not only the inherent energy, but its effects on the environment. Each spark leaping across cold metal and every singe on the man's cloths were essential to grasp.
The next few screens displayed what appeared to be a small girl surviving every possible disaster, from poison to giant blades. He marveled at her resilience. Almost every person on the Black Eden could regenerate themselves, but no one had her toughness. A quick burst o
HoC: Round 2 SEAbel finished the last of the glowing runes in the hanger. The ancient glyphs and sigils were composed entirely of circles and jagged lines, totally incomprehensible to all save herself. She stood up, gloved hands on her sides as she admired her marks proudly. It had taken her several hours, but the teleportation spell was ready. She then turned her attention to the hanger around her. To her left, a battalion of combat magicians, trained by her personally. To her right, a force of elite soldiers fully armed and ready for action.
Abel clapped her hands and a large stage appeared beneath her feet in a puff of smoke. It was reminiscent of the platforms used for old Greek plays, which matched the white marble architecture of the hanger. She had complaints about it's practicality, but aesthetics were important to both her and Vasuvan. She cleared her throat, ready to give her speech. A bit of magic flared up in her mouth, and suddenly the cough could be heard perfectly by all.
"They say tha
Reader x KnB: Holiday job Chapter 19
Author's note: Sorry for the late update. Wow, it's been two weeks since the last chapter. Didn't seem so long.
f/n = first name
l/n = last name
e/c = eye color
h/c = hair color
f/c = favourite color
The next day
It’s now the seventh day I have to stay in bed and it’s totally boring!! Except of the visits of the ones, who bring me my food, I have absolutely nothing to do.
I can’t even play with (dog’s name) all day, because she’s kind of lazy. Usually I’m too, but now… I just want to do something. I want to go outside more often. I want to walk around. I want to do something with the others!!!
Lying in bed on my stomach totally frustrated I only grunt when I hear someone’s knocking on my door.
Today Murasakibara has to bring me my breakfast. Not even thinking about sitting up I just glance over to him as he makes his way over to my, places the plate with food on my extremely overfilled nightstand and lets himself fall on my bed.
Captain Rogers X reader :I'm Not Human (part 4)Turns out your mother was still at the hospital, and as you suspected, she'd called the cops. You swallowed hard, thinking you'd give anything, anything at all, not to have to face her. A police officer with graying hair and a sour face spotted you and said your mother's name.
"She's here!" He shouted.
You mother came racing in from the waiting room and wrapped her arms around you. She was saying something but it was muffled. She was crying.
"I'm guessing this is your daughter." The officer said dryly. "I'll call off the search party, then."
Your mother pulled away and nodded soberly at him. "T-thank you for your help. I'm so sorry to have wasted your time."
"It's our job, ma'am. Don't worry about it. But I do have one question. Where were you young lady?" He said, looking at you.
Your mother's tear filled eyes looked into yours. Suddenly you had the strong urge to look away, but didn't.
"I. . . I went for a walk. Well, actually more like a run. I didn't go too far from here, th
The Night Hunter and his fallen starThe night reigns over the forest
when the blue moon is in it's full glory.
Her frosty kiss she pressed
into the forest trees,
to give them, their enchanting sleep.
Refreshing them from our fiery land.
He shall be here soon...!
The trees have fell silent,
the nearby creatures
rejoice as they sense his presence,
and the heart of the forest
sings a duet with my heart
to celebrate his visit.
The wind carries his message to me
in the form of whispers...
" I am near...
I am close...!"
His voice echoes in my mind,
and paralyzes me.
The Night Hunter is at foot,
tonight I shall see Ryan.
Every cell in my body
knows of his proximity...
I pace back and forth!
Excited and nervous.
I see my reflection in the frozen lake
my long hair dances
as the wind gets stronger with his closeness,
and travels inwards in front of him,
cleaning his path as he comes to me.
Bringing me previews of caresses,
caresses that I crave... That I need.
" I am here" -He whispers - I see him
and abruptly my heart jumps in my
Profile: Camille Fayne Reed
Name: Camille Fayne Reed
Hair: Short blonde hair
Eyes Color: Golden eye color
Age: 400 years old, 17 in appearance
Personality: Calm, rational, a pacifist, ill tempered when provocked or under stress, can be a bit touchy when asked about her private life and can be embarrassed easily. Sarcastic, optimistic. Workaholic
Occupation: Nurse, and Blood drive volunteer.
Attributes: Telekinesis, powers of seduction, has a hidden monstrous vampiric form,can teleport to any location by changing into multiple bats, able to shoot orbs of energy from the palm of her hand, very fast, and graceful in hand to hand combat and with a large chained kunai.
Likes: Humans, reading, helping people, animals, Broadway,traveling, her young cousin.
Dislikes: The sun, blood, other vampires, Fiends,annoying stupid people, crooks, jerks, the cold, and cleaning up after peoples mistakes. Her cousin Rebbecca.
Background: Before she was born Camille's mothe
Scooby Doo and Shaggy VS Animatronics: PreludeKiller: When it comes to mystery solving, these 2 have done it before, but today, they face their greatest opponents.
Zac: Scooby Doo and Shaggy, of Mystery Inc.
Mr. Krabs: And the Animatronics, the monstrosities of Five Nights at Freddy's.
Killer: DEATH BATTLE ANALYSIS!!!
Scooby Doo and Shaggy Rogers:
Killer: Mystery Incorporated is a group lead by Fred, with Velma and Daphine. Then,we have our combatants today....
Zac: Scooby Doo and Shaggy.
Mr. Krabs: These two are the ones who are constantly tricking and disguising themselves to trick their enemies. They usually take a disguise that fit their surroundings, and manage to trick Aliens, Monsters, and Eldrich Abominations.
Disguising and Trickery:
Can trick any kind of foe.
Disguises usually fit their surroundings.
Zac: When it comes to actual combat experience, they teamed up with Batman and Robin to beat the Joker and the Penguin.
Killer: Hot damn, these guys are good f
Epic Blades: Exclusive Guest Fighters
TABLES OF CONTENT:
Link (Wii U)Kratos (PS4)Master Chief (Xbox One)
Link (Wii U)
from Legend of Zelda
Link is a title given to an ongoing legacy of Heroes of Time. With every Link, he will wield the Triforce of Courage in a battle against such evil forces as Ganondorf, Zant and Ghirahim. This Link is about to embark on a quest to defeat the demon prince Belial and save the balance of the universes.
Hero's Bow: Link shoots an arrow at his opponent.Gale Boomerang: He throws said boomerang at his opponent.Spin Attack: He twirls around with his sword extended, slashing his opponent.Bomb: He throws a bomb at his opponent.Hookshot: He grapples onto his opponent with the hook shot and reals him/her towards himself. Oh yeah, and he says, "Get over here!" as he does this.
Lets play a game- Chapter 1“Let’s Play A Game.”
The girl with long brown hair, had just finished her late night shift, she bought her groceries from the store and was about to head home to her little flat. She thought tonight she would take a shortcut, she was too tired and just needed the sleep. She walked down the alley, fog all around her. She then heard a giggle; she started to panic and walked down the alleyway faster.
The giggle sounded like it was catching up to her. “Don’t run...” a deep voice called out, by that time she was running away, a sharp pain went through her leg as she fell over to the ground, her groceries were all over the place, she looked down to her leg; there was a knife in her leg, it had gone right through her pale skin. She started to cry and scream out for help.
She then heard the person kick cans towards her, trying to crawl away, the person laughed more, grabbing its baseball bat and beat her to death. Laughing to
Furvus Wolf: Tackling the IssuesFurs gathered around the roof of the police department as Furvus rolled his massive shoulders a few times and grunted, pepping himself up wearing a dark blue tank top with POLICE written across its front in bold white letters and grey shorts. He also placed on black lifting gloves to his paws. Among the furs in the crowd were Michelle, Paul Henry, DJ and some of Paul Henry’s friends.
Sam elbowed Paul Henry in the mid section. “Do you think your dad can really pull this off?” Paul Henry nodded. “He’ll do so and more…go get it dad!” Furvus nodded and gave a thumbs up motion to Paul Henry as another officer with a mic called out. “Who’s ready for this lift for charity? The mighty Furvus Wolf will attempt to lift our police helicopter in a feat of unbelievable strength…wolf vs. machine…muscle to metal!” The crowd cheered as the news cameras rolled. Furvus stood in f
Reference: Mr. BrownName: Mr. Brown
Physical Description: A 3ft tall stuffed animal in the shape of a anthropomorphic brown rabbit. The right side of his face is missing (Starting from the center of the top of his head and going down diagonally to the cheek bone). It's been sewn up, but some jagged patches stick up. Brown is also missing his right forearm, though it's been replaced with a meat cleaver (He sewed his cloth around the hilt). His left arm doesn't have a hand (He just wasn't made that way) but he can cause it to fold inwards thus allowing him to grab objects. Mr. Brown also has a zipper that goes from his neck to the bottom of his torso. He keeps his sewing kit in there.
Chosen by: The Book
Gift description: A normal magical page from a universe manipulating book :/
Personality: Mr. Brown seems like a fairly happy person who always looks at the bright side of things. He does things at his own pace and prefers not to take anything too seriously. This rabbit also tends to talk, a lot. His
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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