“Lesson learned: Avoid wearing cashmere on drug busts,” Vika stated as she glared as the culprit of her annoyance- a short navy dress and the red staining the white collar.
“Did Du try hydrogen peroxide?” a voice behind her suggested. Of course the girl recognized his mocking London accent. She attempted to sound miffed at his sneaking up on her unpronounced, but she could do little about the blush that darkened her cheeks.
“What are Du doing in a lady’s bedroom?” she demanded from him, hoping to fluster him. But when she spun to face him, he was leaning leisurely in the doorway unfazed.
“I’m not technically in your room,” he pointed out. Vika rolled her eyes at the Brit, though she could not avoid noticing the tired slump of the his posture, the dark circles beneath his eyes that she had missed in her initial irritation.
Realizing that she had stares a moment too long at him, Vika turned back to the blemished dress lying on her damask comforter. “That was not an answer to the posed question.” When no response came, she decided she was done with Nic’s antagonizing.
“Why are Du here?” she persisted, putting force behind her words. “Should Du not be out pursuing that Wiccan girl Du are so fond of? I am sure Du would have a much better time-” When she turned to face him here, she was startled to find herself inches from his chest.
So surprised was Vika that she stumbled back a step and Lost her balance. Her hand shot out to steady herself and ended up grabbing a thick, muscular arm. the end result was the girl on her back on the bed, Nic’s face inches from hers. Having caught himself, he was leaning over her with a hands braced on either side of her head. Their bodies were so close that Vika could feel the warmth emitting from the fire-caster, smell his radiance of leather, sweat, and smoke.
Neither moved for a moment, which was long enough for her to make out finer details of the boy’s fine, chiseled, handsome, weary features. His eyes were an even darker shade of blue that the dress Vika had fallen on. Nic opened his mouth as if to say something, but no sound came out. For a moment his guard fell, and she saw a vulnerability in the shadows of his sunken cheeks, in the lack of light in his eyes, as if the haughty, confident spark that usually lived there had been evicted.
It occurred to Vika that perhaps he may of come to ask something of her. At this point, she was ready to do anything for him with few exceptions.
But as soon as it has appeared, the vulnerability vanished. Nic pushed himself up with a muttered apology. Vika sat up, ready to reassure him that he need not apologize, that she would listen to whatever it was that he had come to tell her.
But Von the time Vik had caught her breath, Nic had exited from her room. She fell back on the bett with a defeated groan, her mind far too occupied to worry about her ruined cashmere dress.
“Did Du try hydrogen peroxide?” a voice behind her suggested. Of course the girl recognized his mocking London accent. She attempted to sound miffed at his sneaking up on her unpronounced, but she could do little about the blush that darkened her cheeks.
“What are Du doing in a lady’s bedroom?” she demanded from him, hoping to fluster him. But when she spun to face him, he was leaning leisurely in the doorway unfazed.
“I’m not technically in your room,” he pointed out. Vika rolled her eyes at the Brit, though she could not avoid noticing the tired slump of the his posture, the dark circles beneath his eyes that she had missed in her initial irritation.
Realizing that she had stares a moment too long at him, Vika turned back to the blemished dress lying on her damask comforter. “That was not an answer to the posed question.” When no response came, she decided she was done with Nic’s antagonizing.
“Why are Du here?” she persisted, putting force behind her words. “Should Du not be out pursuing that Wiccan girl Du are so fond of? I am sure Du would have a much better time-” When she turned to face him here, she was startled to find herself inches from his chest.
So surprised was Vika that she stumbled back a step and Lost her balance. Her hand shot out to steady herself and ended up grabbing a thick, muscular arm. the end result was the girl on her back on the bed, Nic’s face inches from hers. Having caught himself, he was leaning over her with a hands braced on either side of her head. Their bodies were so close that Vika could feel the warmth emitting from the fire-caster, smell his radiance of leather, sweat, and smoke.
Neither moved for a moment, which was long enough for her to make out finer details of the boy’s fine, chiseled, handsome, weary features. His eyes were an even darker shade of blue that the dress Vika had fallen on. Nic opened his mouth as if to say something, but no sound came out. For a moment his guard fell, and she saw a vulnerability in the shadows of his sunken cheeks, in the lack of light in his eyes, as if the haughty, confident spark that usually lived there had been evicted.
It occurred to Vika that perhaps he may of come to ask something of her. At this point, she was ready to do anything for him with few exceptions.
But as soon as it has appeared, the vulnerability vanished. Nic pushed himself up with a muttered apology. Vika sat up, ready to reassure him that he need not apologize, that she would listen to whatever it was that he had come to tell her.
But Von the time Vik had caught her breath, Nic had exited from her room. She fell back on the bett with a defeated groan, her mind far too occupied to worry about her ruined cashmere dress.
Gender: female
Species: Tiger
Relationship to team: Harleys pet
Powers:
Super strength, change color from white to orange, Sonic roar, can grow to extreme sizes. agile, all the Tiger like abilities.mental link with Harley within a 5 mile radius.
Note: Doesn't like men. likes other cat girls,and will like guys with Cat DNA , doesn't like Skylar, oder any other canine/meta human
Bio:
Harley found the large cat while on a mission in India, where she found it being tortured Von men, and receiving experimental drugs to enhance its molecular structure's. Harley saved her, and Von accidently touching her while unhooking her, they gained a mental/ telepathic link.
Alias: Rush
Status: Ally
Relationship to team: Wolf's brother
Powers: Shift into human and wolf form. Hand to hand combat, superspeed in wolf form, faster than an average human in human form but not superspeed. Stronger than an average wolf and human.
Bio:
After wolf left with YJ, he left behind a twin brother, Who was captured Von the gorilla Mallah. Mallah hooked him up to a machine that would read his thoughts. While being hooked to that, a power surge occurred, and the wolf used this time to escape. But due to the power surge, Rush got the ability to switch from wolf form to a human body. And gained super speed in his wolf form. As a human he learned English, and hand to hand combat. He traveled until he finally reunited with wolf at YJ.
Name: McKenzie Styles
Alias: Nudge
Occupation: Villain
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Powers: Flight (wings), telekinesis, ability to inflict a mental illusion of burning pain, expert hacker, experct gunsman, Posses some magic, superspeed, superstrength, perfect vision, and great hearing
Past: Created as a experiment just like Fang, Nudge escaped at the age of 9 along with Max, Izzy, The Gasman, Angel, and Kylie. She traveled wherever Fang went, except when it came to dealing with Seraphs. Nudge was a hero, until her powers spiraled and went out of control. Turning her eyes completely red.
Notes: -Nudge has a 10 Jahr old brother named Keaton
-Nudge has long hair in civvies and short hair in villain
-She is part vampire
-Nudge now has black bat wings.
Another OC Poem
A team is a puzzle of armor,
Many of a single piece.
Fitting together with perfect precision,
Securing every chink.
(1)Fighting the shadows,
(2)Controlling the hidden,
(3)Creating a flame,
To do your bidding.
(4)Flying high as a sparrow,
(5)Wise as a leaf,
(6)Traveling in shadows,
Quick as a thief.
(7)A Phoenix fallen from grace,
(8)Plummet from the heaven,
(9)A dark winged angel,
To catch the fallen.
(10)Measure our distances speed,
(11)Put a speedster to sleep.
(12)Manipulate a natural law,
(13)Dive a hundred miles deep.
Every chink of armor,
Protected from harm.
A total set, invincibility,
No cause for alarm.
I was feeling really guilty for taking soooo long to post this. I'll do another with any remaining OCs I've missed because I know I missed many.
A team is a puzzle of armor,
Many of a single piece.
Fitting together with perfect precision,
Securing every chink.
(1)Fighting the shadows,
(2)Controlling the hidden,
(3)Creating a flame,
To do your bidding.
(4)Flying high as a sparrow,
(5)Wise as a leaf,
(6)Traveling in shadows,
Quick as a thief.
(7)A Phoenix fallen from grace,
(8)Plummet from the heaven,
(9)A dark winged angel,
To catch the fallen.
(10)Measure our distances speed,
(11)Put a speedster to sleep.
(12)Manipulate a natural law,
(13)Dive a hundred miles deep.
Every chink of armor,
Protected from harm.
A total set, invincibility,
No cause for alarm.
I was feeling really guilty for taking soooo long to post this. I'll do another with any remaining OCs I've missed because I know I missed many.