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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 Kagami's ending
Author's note: Here is the first ending with Kagami. And yeah, I know it's been already two weeks since I last uploaded a chapter, but I just started eleventh grade at school and it's really exhausting.
f/n = first name
l/n = last name
e/c = eye color
h/c = hair color
f/c = favourite color
“Whaaaat!?“, say both look at me like I’m crazy.
“Are we talking about the same Bakagami? The idiotic giant fool?”, Riko asks.
“Yeah. Is there a problem?”
Momoi asks “What do you love about him?”
All I can think of are this funny moments I had with him the last days.
“He made me laugh and that’s all a good boyfriend should do” And I smile at them and they realize how much I’m in love with Kagami. Then Riko and Momoi look at each other and take a decision.
“(_f/n_), we will help you. Kagami is so dense, he will not understand it the normal way. So we have to make good plan.”
Halloween Prelude: Mothman vs. Jersey Devil
???: Cryptids. These creatures have haunted our world and minds for countless years. Though their existence has yet to be proven, they have proven to be popular enough to be cemented in modern culture and caused many to spend their lives dedicated to proving they truly exist.
???: And in this fight, we're pitting two flying monsters famous for making the Northeastern and Southeastern U.S. the worst places to spend your vacation at!
???: The Jersey Devil, flying terror of the Pine Barrens!
???: And the Mothman, an exterminator's worst nightmare out of West Virginia!
???: Our benefactors, Madness Abe and Insanus Abe, will be out for this month and we've been hired to take their places for the time being.
Our hosts: Raziel and Abridged!Alucard
Raziel: I am the wraith Raziel and accompanying me is the Hellsing Organization's top agent, Alucard, and together we'll analyze each fighter's weapons, armor, and skills to find out who would win a Death Battle.
A thousand years of Sonic 36A thousand years of Sonic 36
Silver was searching in Alice's library, he picked out a book and opened it. "What are you doing?!" Fleetway face pop out of the book, "AHHH!" Silver slammed the book shut. Silver grabbed his chest he thought he was going to have a heart attack, "Fleetway!" Silver yelled he was mad. He walked down stairs and he didn't saw Fleetway he looked from side to side. "Fleetway?!" Silver called he started to walk and bumped into a refrigerator, "A refri- what is this idiot up to?" Silver asked. "I have become a refrigerator... I hope this story wins a Oscar" said the fridge as he talked by opening the bottom door. "What?! Fleetway?" Silver asked confused of the talking fridge, "No it's El Pendejo, yes it's me" said Fleetway. "Why are you a refrigerator?" Silver asked to know the story, "Well I was searching for the spells in my book an it turned out that some of my spells work better
Profile Zoe JacksonOC PROFILE (Percy Jackson, next generation)
Name: Zoë Ariel Jackson
Nicknames: Zow, Starfish
Birthdate: December 18th (Sagittarius)
Hometown: New York
Years at Camp: 6 (since age 12)
Godly blood: Poseidon blood
Family: - Althea Lockwood (mother, daughter of Demeter)
- Percy Jackson (father, son of Poseidon)
- Rowen Jackson (younger brother, 2 years younger, Demeter blood)
- River Jackson (younger brother, 4 years younger, Poseidon blood)
- Sfea Jackson (younger sister, 6 years younger, Demeter blood)
- Demeter, goddess of grain and nature (maternal grandmother)
- Rowen Lockwood (maternal grandfather, deceased)
- Sally Jackson (paternal grandmother)
Creepypasta the Fighters: Steven and Miki
Bio: In-between the timelines of Gen. 0 and Red's story/Ash's story, there was a trainer named Steven. He was dressed in the recognizable G1 outfit Red wore, but he had long, black hair as well as a smug look on his face. He and his brother Mike were on the basic objective in the Pokémon universe: be the very best like no one ever was. Steven was the idol of Red, and was the talk of the region. He was even the boyfriend of Blue's older sister Daisy. Rather than be given an objective to record the data of all 151 Pokémon with a Pokédex to prove it, he was given it out of kindness. He blew through the competition on his way to achieve his basic goal. At the end of it, he gave up after a tragic accident.
Powers/Weapons: Steven carries along his Charizard nicknamed Miki. She's a veritable powerhouse who wasn't able to be easily weakened by attacks in the categories of the Achilles' heels of fire-type Pokémon and could do more damage than an average Charizard. With her a
Friends Episode 5: Let's Be Cops
Reggie has his hands on the steering wheel of the police cruiser with Zach sitting in the passenger seat. “Hey, since you’re my new partner, how bout I tell you my story?”
Zach turns to him. “Sure, I’d love to hear how you managed to become a cop.”
“Well,” Reggie begins, staring through the windshield. “When I was an Elgyem, I was inspired to become an officer from witnessing so many arrests on television. After I evolved, I signed up for the academy and passed. Too bad my old friends from my home planet won’t be seeing me for what I do.”
Zach clenches one eye. “Why, don’t you think they’ll visit?”
“Because I was sentenced to exile from my home planet, I almost died in the wild because I didn’t know how to survive. Then I met her, the most beautiful Audino I’d ever seen. I’ll never forget her. Mimi and her friends made sure I received enough medical attention and helped me
Cub SeidonPhysical Attributes
Born four and a half minutes after his sister AoifeSlightly smaller than herSeidon wasn’t as strong as his sister, but he was faster than her—he inherited his mother's speed
He was calmer and quieter than Aoife, but was just as playful as her. He was also a very curious cub; he loved learning about the world around him Seidon wasn’t a troublemaker like his sister, though he always seems to get himself into strange predicaments. The closest he gets to mischievousness is covering up for Aoife's capers
Like any ordinary cub, Seidon loves and admires his mother. He's captivated by her stories about her life as a traveler, and wishes to be just like her when she grows up. He also loves and admires his father despite his indifferent attitude. On the other hand, when he becomes a courier, Seidon couldn’t help but feel baffled about Hiro's disapproval. Wasn't i
Creepypasta the Fighters Boss: Mr. Creepypasta
Bio: A person of unknown origin, very little is known about the being named Mr.Creepypasta. What is known however is that he is responsible for all the creepypasta phenomena that occur in the world. He takes pleasure in creating creatures he calls his “Children” and his only wish is for his children to play.
Powers/Weapons: As the god of Creepypasta, Mr. Creepypasta has unlimited god like power and can do many abilities such as creation, destruction and resurrection. In battle, he wields a large war hammer called the Pasta Hammer, which has a bludgeoning end on side and a spike on the other.
*Light Spear: Mr. Creepypasta crouches down to his knees and throws a long light spear at the player.
*Shoulder Ram: Mr. Creepypasta shoulder rams the player with a shadow trail following behind him.
*Pasta Hammer Attack: Mr. Creepypasta summons his Pasta Hammer, seemingly from thin air, and smashes the player over the head with it, setting them up for a free hit.
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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