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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
Build a Snowman-ElsaDo I wanna build a snowman?
Yes I wish I could come and play
We never see each other anymore
I want to come outside the door
But I’m just too afraid
We used to be best buddies
But now we can’t
I wish I could tell you why.
Do I wanna build a snowman?
Yes, I wanna build a snowman.
Do I want to build a snowman?
Or chase you up and down the halls?
Your right my company is overdue
But I’m a danger to you when I step beyond these doors
It gets more than a little lonely
In my frozen room
Just watching you play outside.
Oh Anna, I hear you out there
I wish I didn’t have to hide here like a sin.
I need your courage, by God I’m trying to
But my powers are bleeding through
I can’t let you in.
We only have each other
It’s just you and me
But What am I going to do?
Yes, I want to build a snowman…
realidad sin cadenas--Capitulo 18- Fiole - fanficCapitulo 18 -"adiós mi dulce Fio"
-Que linda escena, puro amor – decía una voz entre risa burlona y maliciosa- tienes un poder sentimental muy muy grande Fionna-comenzó a reír maliciosamente-
!MOJO! ... dijeron ambos
Marshall rápidamente se levanta dándole la espalda a Fio para protegerla.
-Mojo, no vuelva a acércate a ella, si lo haces , te juro que te vas a arrepentir -su mirada era seria y su voz reflejada mucha furia
- vaya, vaya el vampiro protegiendo a su amada , ¿sabes?, deberías mostrar tus habilidades "rey vampiro", después de todo te matare y luego voy a matar a tu "noviecita"
-!Cállate imbécil ¡¡- dijo con dientes apretados a punto de golpear pero sintió que alguien la abrazaba por detrás-
¡ Marshall! – susurró ella en el oído con voz quebrada – Marshy, quiero que esta pesadilla se acabe de una vez
The Smiling Stallion (Creepypasta story)I never feared thunderstorms until recently... Now, some people might think, why is that person afraid of a silly thunderstorm? Well let me just say, that storm was dark, cold, and frightening. And that wasn't the encounter I had within it.
It was the late fall in Massachusetts, . The sky was cloudy at first, leading me to believe nothing would happen. Now I lived in one of the more rural, secluded areas I might add.
I was walking home from my job, as the inviting scents of fall surrounded me. The crisp air bit at my nose and little clouds left my mouth. The sharp rumble of thunder hit me and I stared up at the cloudy grey sky. I muttered hoping that it wouldn't rain, and I continued along my way at a brisk pace. The rain started falling, light and somewhat peaceful at first, but it quickly turned into a furious downpour. I pulled my coat tightly around me as I walked. I cursed at my rotten luck remembering my car had broken down that morning.
*I wouldn't be getting drenched right now
Revenge 2:Serpentine Ch.12Jordan outraged into the rag over his mouth. Although his words were muffled, Dan could tell what he was saying. "It's true, Jordan. Of course you're denying it–your father erased everything. He thought he could keep me away from you and your brothers, but he was wrong." Dan replied to Jordan's yelling.
'Lies!' Jordan thought, snarling as Dan began to circle him.
"After all, you were my test subject," Dan put in, glancing at the Nether prince. "How about I start from the beginning? It might refresh your mind of our...relationship back then."
Jordan hesitated, but he listened.
"When you were younger, your mother brought you to me in the middle of the night. She explained to me that you were deathly ill, and taking a quick look at you, you were. You were shivering in her arms and having cold sweats. Katharine pleaded for me to help, since I am her younger brother and have been studying immortals ever since she married Herobrine." Dan started, and Jordan flinched i
WerewolfGermanyXreaderXWerewolf2pGermany part 2You wiped your tears away and looked up at Lovino. He just gave you a comforting smile and you two went downstairs. "cousin-a (nickname)~!" exclaimed the auburn italian as he hugged you. You smiled. "Bonjour Feli." he kissed your cheeks as you looked at your papa. "We-a needed to-a come here because we have horrible news!" exlcaimed Feliciano. "hmm?" you asked with a concerned tone. "We're-a being hunted down. All of us. You guys, Matthew, if he's still alive. Us, Antonio and uncle-a Gilbert, his fratello, his fratello's friends." "hmph, whats new?" scoffed Francis. "What's-a new is that it's not-a humans that are-a hunting us. It's our own-a races. Vampires and werewolves. I could have-a sworn Kiku said something about-a demons as well?" Lovino replied with a scowl. Your eyes widened. Humans; your kind has in a way "evolved" a bit so humans were of no threat to you, the biggest threat they HAVE been to you was a gun, which couldn't do much. But your own? Why? You were a rather,
Revenge 2:Serpentine Ch.13The next couple of days were spent with Dan dragging Jordan out and forcing Lewis and Sky to watch him be tortured. Dan would whip him in vain until he bled and was snarling with rage, then sedate him with an injection of some sort once he was done. Multiple times had the brothers tried to interfere, but they were held back by guards.
"You little cunt!" Sky yelled and strained against the guards holding him back, attempting to pry himself from their grip.
Dan smirked and gave Jordan a forceful kick to the ribs. Jordan struggled to stand, but immediately fell back down. Dan had decided Jordan didn't need to be restrained back since he would instantly weaken due to the kicks and whips.
"...f-f*ck...you..." Jordan muttered, receiving another kick. He fell over, but he managed to get back to his knees.
Dan stomped down of Jordan's injured hand, smiling insanely as he screamed in pain. Jordan's eyes flickered red, and a crimson flame erupted in his free hand, but it died out in a matter of
Chosen Feelings 10
Chosen Feelings 10
Shane was in a different forest little did he knew where he was in the end he just continue to walk to see where he could find Doom and Jade. He stopped and sigh, "How did I get involved into this?" he asked after a while he heard a little shake in the bushes he started to growl at it and a squirrel came out, "Oh it's just that, what you lost too?" asked Shane. The squirrel looked around till another appear they made a little contact my nose and the left together happy. Shane snarled and keep on walking just fine, Casper was thoughtful all day, he couldn't stop thinking of that strange werehog, he looked at his own hand that Shane touched and put it on his muzzle. "Why did he did that?" asked Casper, Shane also though about Casper and how mad he was but was also confused how Casper can change attitudes. Casper stared at his hand and wasn't looking where he was going. Shane keep o
The Price of Harmony Ch9Chapter 9
Judges, Jury, Executioners
Star Bolt found himself wandering through a vast battlefield shortly after the battle had ended. As he stood there amongst the dead, he looked at a nearby corpse and examined the body, “This armor… it’s much older than anything I’ve ever seen before… it even predates my old armor.”
Star Bolt then took a look around and counted the different colors surrounding him, “Four… this was a battle against four different armies… but with the way they are standing… it’s as if they fought beside each other… not against each other. But there is no fifth… who… or what were they fighting?”
Star Bolt had seen battles like this before in his heyday, but none that ended with complete inhalation of all four armies. He decided to continue trotting though the area loo
The Price of Harmony Ch8Chapter 8
“May I present! Prince Blueblood of Equestria!”
The carriage driver stepped aside as Prince Blueblood trotted through the ballroom doors and smiled at the guests. Then with a look of no concern, he spoke to the carriage driver as he started into the crowd, “That is all Higgins… you may go now.”
The carriage driver nodded his head as he turned back towards the door and left the ballroom. After entering the crowd, Prince Blueblood trotted through to Princess Celestia and Princess Twilight as they were greeting guests, “Auntie Tia, it’s good to see you again. And the newly crowned Princess Twilight. Looking ravishing as ever my dear.”
Princess Celestia looked at Twilight to see her reaction as Twilight nodded her head, “Thank you Prince Blueblood. And may I say you look handsome this evening.”
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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