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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
GG 2: A Glorious StuffingGrace sat on the couch in the living room reading a book, relaxing by letting herself drift off into her novel. Her bright purple eyes from her contacts flicked back and forth, absorbing each and every word and forming her own world from them. Months had passed since the incident with her sister Gloria that involved her being blackmailed to being her servant. She tried to put the even out of her mind since then though, and continued on with her usual everyday activities. She continued to read in the cozy and dim lit living room until her mother entered the room from hallway.
“Okay Gracie, the food should be about done and we have plenty more in the pantry if you need it.” Her mother said as she pulled her purse over shoulder. It was Friday night and Grace had invited a few friends over for a small get together to celebrate the end of their test week in school. Her parents also decided to have a night out and were going to be gone for quite a while.
Oh thanks mother, that
Reader x KnB: Holiday job Chapter 16
Author's note: My sommer holidays just started and I'm in this situation of being overtired, because I watch anime the whole night
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The next day
The life with my crutches is way easier now that have them for a while. Although the pain is not so strong every time I move. That’s why life is more comfortable for me and walking around is not such a big problem any more.
Walking out of my bathroom after doing my hair I slowly make my way over to my bed just when a knock on the door is heard and “I’m coming in.”
Dumbfounded by this sudden intruder I froze in place and watch the door gets opened. This day the one who brings me my breakfast is Akashi.
Stepping inside first he looks at the bed with an emotionless expression. Then he looks worried, because I’m not laying there and after that his features turn angry when he notices me standing on the other side of the room.
Reader x Kuroko Tetsuya: This is romance!!
Author's note: Just so you now you're going to Seirin high school and are in a class with Kuroko and Kagami.
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*ring* *ring* *ring*
Being awakened by my alarm clock I slowly open my eyes. I hate it to stand up this early, but school is waiting.
After I very slowly crawled out of bed and made me ready for school, I go downstairs to find a note from my mother: “Good morning sweetheart. I got a call from work, that’s why I’m not here to have breakfast with you. There’s a bento for you. Have fun in school. Mommy.”
Fun in school? Not really. Ok, it can be funny. But only after school, when I help the basketball team. Yeah, today I will annoy Kagami. Oh man, he just can so easily loose his temper.
Making my way to school, I make my way into my classroom and sit on my place next to Kagami, but then I notice something.
“Hey Kagami, where’s Kuroko?”
I notice that
Pocky GamesFionna let out a loud drawn out sigh. Marshall Lee rolled his eyes and ignored the blonde who was flipped over the side of his uncomfortable couch.
“Glob I’m so bored!” She groaned with much intended exaggeration.
Marshall, who was busy tuning his guitar, didn’t so much as lift a head at her comment.
“And who’s fault is that?” He asked. There was a hint of what felt like amusement in his voice and Fionna couldn’t help but frown at his reply.
“Your’s…” She retorted bitterly.
Marshall Lee sighed but continued to focus on his ax.
“No, It’s your’s. I told you I was gonna be writing sheet music tonight.” He remarked matter of factly, his head turning momentarily so he could meet her gaze. Fionna returned his stare with a firey one of her own. Abruptly, the adventuress sat up and jabbed a finger in the vampire’s direction.
“No! You promised that we would go strangle pixies today! I ask
PVC Demons - Written InfoAPPEARANCE: Skin and body
Their skin color can be a bright color, but not to the point where its an eye-rape. ( so this means nothing raibow ). Mostly their skin consists of about 3 colors in which one is the main skintone, and the other two the markings.
Usually the main skin tone is a lighter one, while the markings are usually darker.
As for markings, they can vary from stripes, to blotches, to spots, and much more.
They always seem to be having FIVE finger-toes and normal human hands with five fingers, though they're adorned with sharp black claws.
PVC demons get their name for the black PVC clothing they always seem to wear.
Every PVC monster owns a mask, either it be normal or a gas-mask. But its not to hide a foul mouth or anything. They just have a normal mouth really, the only oddity in it being is that they have a black tongue and sharp teeth.
The mask and pants are both ALWAYS black, though it may have some bright colored extra's. ( in example, additiona
Sidathe Esphimel: Bio (Remake)
Name: Sidathe Esphimel
Hometown: Elmysia, the City of Riches
Weight: Hates to reveal
Eyes: Light Blue
Personality Traits: Spoiled, selfish, sarcastic, rude and immature. She is mean in the outside but inside, she has a soft side and is kindhearted and cares about others but always hides her sweet nature. She shows that she has a fondness of foxes and wants one of her own someday.
Likes: Treasure, money, being wealthy, foxes, having whatever she wants, eating course meals with no limit.
Dislikes: Poor quality products, spiders due to her arachnophobia, being called "cute", not getting things her way, being poor, not eating enough food courses to satisfy her hunger.
Attributes: She is an expert katana user with excellent melee skills is sword fighting combat. She is atheletic and agile.
Bucky X Reader: Facing My Demons (part 3)The drive was just as long as it had been before. Bucky stayed quiet in his seat, his eyes staring at the road ahead. The conversation was very limited so you started fiddling with the radio. You weren't one to listen to music during car rides since you thought it was distracting, but this time you wanted something to help loosen the quiet tension in the air. Bucky paid no mind to your constant dial twisting so you assumed he was okay with it.
You flipped through several stations, pop, country, rock, and even some good 80's music, but when you flipped past a classical station Bucky quickly asked you to turn it back on.
You did as he asked and listened as Frank Sinatra's voice filled the car as he sang 'Our Love'. Boy, how old was this station?! This was something your grandparents would've listened to. You almost wondered aloud but looked over and saw that Bucky was no longer sitting stiffly in his seat, looking ahead at the endless road. Instead he was leaning back, his shoulders ease
Revenge-Behind the ScenesAdrian looked at the ground. "Well...you see...Jordan and I were very close..." he smiled slightly. "And...we found that we are alike." Adrian looked up at the brothers as his eyes flashed a familiar, haunting crimson.
"CUT!!!" Velvet yelled into her megaphone. Backstage workers came onto set and began to gather props and roll out the scenery.
"Jordan!?" Adrian exclaimed before kneeling down on the grave Jordan was buried under.
"Can someone get me out?" Jordan's muffled reply called, and two men began to dig away the dirt that was placed above him and his coffin.
Velvet got up from her seat and brought the megaphone to her mouth. "That's a wrap!" she called before heading towards the dressing rooms of the stars of Revenge. She had just finished her sequel to the famous story, and she had plans for a third.
The young fox hybrid fixed the beret on her head and knocked on Dan's door. There was then a series of self-praises and laughs from the
Testing Ch.3 (Revenge Back/Side Story)The next morning, Jordan awoke to voices outside of his room. He sat up and looked around, realizing he was still in Dan's lab. He figured Dan was discussing with his parents.
Quietly, Jordan got out of bed and approached the door before cracking it open. He peered outside, and he saw Dan standing before the door talking to Herobrine and Katharine. Jordan stayed quiet and remained hidden behind the door, listening in on their conversation.
"...I don't think punishment is helping his condition," Dan said, fixing his glasses. "Sheobadr seems to get energy from what he feels. If his emotions get too out of control, it could become dangerous."
Katharine glanced at Herobrine, who remained silent.
Dan looked down at the floor. "I still wish to experiment on him. He's not willing to go back as of now. Of course, you can always try to get him back, but I doubt there will be high success," he put in.
"We still want to talk to him." Herobrine replied.
"Very well," Dan said, stepping aside.
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
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