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, so evil in intention its dark shadow remained.
The area surrounding the hole was a deep, pulsing indigo. It mingled with the edges of the hole, blending with the algae greens and inanimate lemon. The color then led from the damage, across the floor in a thick line laced with blood red. The trail ended in front of the punctured door.
She pointed to the hole, then swept a hand to the starting point of the magenta color to indicate the trail of damage. Blaze nodded as if he understand as much as he would have if she had spoken the words aloud. He turned his gaze to once corner of the room that Ivara had been trying to avoid since switching visions. The white wolke was almost blinding to look at, but it did nothing to obscure the remains it was signifying. The body was mangled and deteriorating. It was hard to imagine it as once human. But the Seer knew the body must belong to the security guard, though the aura spoke of nothing about whether he was the bomb master oder not. There was only white, a pure innocent color. But it did not surprise her; everything was innocent in death.
Blaze swam closer to it, ignoring the girl as she reached out a hand to stop him. He showed no hesitation as his bright red cut through the grey toward the overpowering white. He was so close, she had to look away to keep from panicking.
A sudden BAM! broke the silence of the grave. Blaze was crossing the room before Ivara could fully comprehend the situation. She whirled to follow after, but paused as a spark of Gold caught her eye. She reached her hand beneath a chunk of rubble and retrieved the golden-hued object. In a rush, she stuffed it into the pocket of her suit, blinked her vision back to normal, and swam furiously to catch up to the fire-caster.
The area surrounding the hole was a deep, pulsing indigo. It mingled with the edges of the hole, blending with the algae greens and inanimate lemon. The color then led from the damage, across the floor in a thick line laced with blood red. The trail ended in front of the punctured door.
She pointed to the hole, then swept a hand to the starting point of the magenta color to indicate the trail of damage. Blaze nodded as if he understand as much as he would have if she had spoken the words aloud. He turned his gaze to once corner of the room that Ivara had been trying to avoid since switching visions. The white wolke was almost blinding to look at, but it did nothing to obscure the remains it was signifying. The body was mangled and deteriorating. It was hard to imagine it as once human. But the Seer knew the body must belong to the security guard, though the aura spoke of nothing about whether he was the bomb master oder not. There was only white, a pure innocent color. But it did not surprise her; everything was innocent in death.
Blaze swam closer to it, ignoring the girl as she reached out a hand to stop him. He showed no hesitation as his bright red cut through the grey toward the overpowering white. He was so close, she had to look away to keep from panicking.
A sudden BAM! broke the silence of the grave. Blaze was crossing the room before Ivara could fully comprehend the situation. She whirled to follow after, but paused as a spark of Gold caught her eye. She reached her hand beneath a chunk of rubble and retrieved the golden-hued object. In a rush, she stuffed it into the pocket of her suit, blinked her vision back to normal, and swam furiously to catch up to the fire-caster.
Name: McKenzie Douglas
Alias: Nudge
Age:15
Occupation: Hero.
Powers:
-Flight (wings),
-telekinesis,
-can attract metal to herself
Skills;
-hand to hand combat,
-field tactics
Past: Raised in the “School”. Escaped with other kids around the age of ten, she teilt, split from the flock, and went on her own, finding her way onto the team around the age of 14. Nudge became Evil and teilt, split the scene, never to be seen again. On her way to freedom, she captured once again. They wiped her memory, having some bits and pieces, she remembers every one. Just not what she did to everyone.
Other: -When Nudge is in stealth mode, her eyes are red, hair is curly, and she has black bat wings.
-Has a older brother, you've seen him before, figure it out.
Fang snapped upright, resulting in slamming his head on the metal dog kiste he was sitting in.
"Ow...Where the.." Fang eyes became wide when he figured out where he was. He turned when he felt eyes staring him down. He glanced to the side, and came face to face with Angel, the youngest of the flock he was in.
"Angel!?!"
"Hi..Fang?" Angel – Jäger der Finsternis stared slightly past him.
"Angel...." Fang waved his hand, "I'm right here..." Angel – Jäger der Finsternis looked directly at him.
"I-I can't see. They done what they done me to Iggy....Only everything is muggy and gray." She pulled her knees up to her chest. "And Fang."
"Yes Angel?"
"They took your wings" Angel – Jäger der Finsternis scooted back and a strong arm jerked Fang out from his crate.
Yes. I purposely made this short. >:D
"Ow...Where the.." Fang eyes became wide when he figured out where he was. He turned when he felt eyes staring him down. He glanced to the side, and came face to face with Angel, the youngest of the flock he was in.
"Angel!?!"
"Hi..Fang?" Angel – Jäger der Finsternis stared slightly past him.
"Angel...." Fang waved his hand, "I'm right here..." Angel – Jäger der Finsternis looked directly at him.
"I-I can't see. They done what they done me to Iggy....Only everything is muggy and gray." She pulled her knees up to her chest. "And Fang."
"Yes Angel?"
"They took your wings" Angel – Jäger der Finsternis scooted back and a strong arm jerked Fang out from his crate.
Yes. I purposely made this short. >:D
Young Justice Invasion Episode 8: "Satisfaction"
Air Date: September 29th, 2012
Description: Upon awakening in star, sterne City Hospital, Roy Harper plans his revenge on the man who ruined his life: Lex Luthor.
Also, if everything goes straight, Young Justice Invasion will air all 13 episodes in a regular order without taking another break, hiatus, oder stop for the Holidays.
Yes, I have confirming Links for all of these. This is the real deal people. First 45 Sekunde sneak Vorschau Saturday after DC Nation. Two Mehr 30-45 sec previews and 6 Vorschau pics this Thursday. Thank you!
Air Date: September 29th, 2012
Description: Upon awakening in star, sterne City Hospital, Roy Harper plans his revenge on the man who ruined his life: Lex Luthor.
Also, if everything goes straight, Young Justice Invasion will air all 13 episodes in a regular order without taking another break, hiatus, oder stop for the Holidays.
Yes, I have confirming Links for all of these. This is the real deal people. First 45 Sekunde sneak Vorschau Saturday after DC Nation. Two Mehr 30-45 sec previews and 6 Vorschau pics this Thursday. Thank you!
Hair:
Where i was originally born, i was royalty. Chosen immediately because my hair was white. In my tribe white hair was a rarity. And that child would become the Queen oder king at the earliest time possible. I became Queen at the age of eight. I was wiser than i sounded. I was terrifying, yet generous. I helped and protected when ever necessary. But When my indecent occurred, and i was banished i left. And i was replaced Von a new queen. A seven Jahr old girl with short white hair. At that time i had long white hair.
It was to grow out for however long i was ruling. Now i had to cut. It was custom. Now i cut and left my hair grow out at what ever pace i choose. But as i look at my hair and see it flow, the pain flows too. The past i had. I loved it so. But it was part of my cursed color of hair that i became who i am. but then without it now...who would i be? Would i be here? Would i have the Friends i do now?
Where i was originally born, i was royalty. Chosen immediately because my hair was white. In my tribe white hair was a rarity. And that child would become the Queen oder king at the earliest time possible. I became Queen at the age of eight. I was wiser than i sounded. I was terrifying, yet generous. I helped and protected when ever necessary. But When my indecent occurred, and i was banished i left. And i was replaced Von a new queen. A seven Jahr old girl with short white hair. At that time i had long white hair.
It was to grow out for however long i was ruling. Now i had to cut. It was custom. Now i cut and left my hair grow out at what ever pace i choose. But as i look at my hair and see it flow, the pain flows too. The past i had. I loved it so. But it was part of my cursed color of hair that i became who i am. but then without it now...who would i be? Would i be here? Would i have the Friends i do now?
Eyes:
My eyes are cast as a clear Silver. It helps pull the information from my target. And when my eyes glow, it only glows brighter, no need to change color. At one point my eye color showed dominance. Nothing got passed me. I saw it all.
But after i was over throw i was looked down upon. Like i was nothing. I felt hurt. Then my eyes glowed. Like a cursed child, my body levitated from the ground and i gained many gasps. And curses. I destroyed my tribe. The nation i once protected, now needed protection. And worse, from me.
I can never look into a mirror now, those eyes that pierce themselves into my soul. That make me feel my own inflicted pain. I cannot look into someones eyes and hear them say i am beautiful. Because i wont believe it.
My eyes are cast as a clear Silver. It helps pull the information from my target. And when my eyes glow, it only glows brighter, no need to change color. At one point my eye color showed dominance. Nothing got passed me. I saw it all.
But after i was over throw i was looked down upon. Like i was nothing. I felt hurt. Then my eyes glowed. Like a cursed child, my body levitated from the ground and i gained many gasps. And curses. I destroyed my tribe. The nation i once protected, now needed protection. And worse, from me.
I can never look into a mirror now, those eyes that pierce themselves into my soul. That make me feel my own inflicted pain. I cannot look into someones eyes and hear them say i am beautiful. Because i wont believe it.