When Nye awoke, he found himself in his bett with Jennifer sitting beside him, holding his hand. She looked at him relived.
"Oh thank God," she breathed out. Nye took his hand and pushed a piece of her long dark brown hair behind her ear. She smiled at him.
"Alright," he said, shifting his position in the bed, "I need to go find some answers."
A little later in the day, Nye was racking his brain, trying hard to remember what happened in his seen future. A man? No, a girl held the gun. Was her hair brown? oder maybe it was black. But there was definitely a gun in her hand, along with some blood. He was sitting in a chair, looking up at the ceiling in a small cafe. As he looked back at the door, Rene walked in, though it took him a Minute to realize it was her. Her hair was pulled into a hat with her bangs sticking out in front, she wore sunglasses, a large sweater, skinny jeans, and heeled boots. She pulled out the chair in front of him and sat down, slowly taking off her sunglasses.
'What do Du want Nye, Du know how dangerous it is for me to be seen in Gotham."
"I know Re-" She gave him a death glare, "I mean Charlotte. But I need your help. I had another vision, and its about my death." Rene's eyes looked up at his face, grabbing her attention.
"Tell me what happened."
After a half hour, Nye had told Rene what he saw and gave her a Obst schlagen, punsch box. She turned it down
"Sorry kiddo, I done with Obst punch. I'll just get us some coffee."
"No let me," he said, "It's the least I can do for making Du come out here." The red head sighed and let him order as she checked her phone for messages. As Nye ordered, his head started to image what Rene might say. What if she can't help? What if she doesn't know it is? What if she does and she doesn't tell me? What if- His thoughts were interrupted Von the cashier handing him coffee. Nye silently took the coffee and went back to the table. Rene sat there, going through her messages. When she saw the coffee cup, the red head flashed him a smile and took a sip. Nye sat down across from her, his mind racing through what will happen.
"Nye," she said, holding her cup.
"Yes?"
"How long has it since the break up?"
"With who?"
Du know who." He sighed. Amora.
"About seven months."
"And how long was it till Du started dating Jen?"
"I don't know, about a week. What does that have to do with my death?" Rene smiled.
"You know." the red head whispered. She put on her sunglasses and got up, coffee in hand, and walked to the door. Nye started to stare at her before he could speak.
"Know what?"
"Oh thank God," she breathed out. Nye took his hand and pushed a piece of her long dark brown hair behind her ear. She smiled at him.
"Alright," he said, shifting his position in the bed, "I need to go find some answers."
A little later in the day, Nye was racking his brain, trying hard to remember what happened in his seen future. A man? No, a girl held the gun. Was her hair brown? oder maybe it was black. But there was definitely a gun in her hand, along with some blood. He was sitting in a chair, looking up at the ceiling in a small cafe. As he looked back at the door, Rene walked in, though it took him a Minute to realize it was her. Her hair was pulled into a hat with her bangs sticking out in front, she wore sunglasses, a large sweater, skinny jeans, and heeled boots. She pulled out the chair in front of him and sat down, slowly taking off her sunglasses.
'What do Du want Nye, Du know how dangerous it is for me to be seen in Gotham."
"I know Re-" She gave him a death glare, "I mean Charlotte. But I need your help. I had another vision, and its about my death." Rene's eyes looked up at his face, grabbing her attention.
"Tell me what happened."
After a half hour, Nye had told Rene what he saw and gave her a Obst schlagen, punsch box. She turned it down
"Sorry kiddo, I done with Obst punch. I'll just get us some coffee."
"No let me," he said, "It's the least I can do for making Du come out here." The red head sighed and let him order as she checked her phone for messages. As Nye ordered, his head started to image what Rene might say. What if she can't help? What if she doesn't know it is? What if she does and she doesn't tell me? What if- His thoughts were interrupted Von the cashier handing him coffee. Nye silently took the coffee and went back to the table. Rene sat there, going through her messages. When she saw the coffee cup, the red head flashed him a smile and took a sip. Nye sat down across from her, his mind racing through what will happen.
"Nye," she said, holding her cup.
"Yes?"
"How long has it since the break up?"
"With who?"
Du know who." He sighed. Amora.
"About seven months."
"And how long was it till Du started dating Jen?"
"I don't know, about a week. What does that have to do with my death?" Rene smiled.
"You know." the red head whispered. She put on her sunglasses and got up, coffee in hand, and walked to the door. Nye started to stare at her before he could speak.
"Know what?"
This charrie goes Von the name Jenson King. Overly-gelled black hair to match his green eyes, this kid could be a Greaser, I swear. When he gets angry, oder his body is put under a large amount of stress, he has the ability to retreat into the form of a black leopard. Even when in human form, his cat-like eyes and fangs give him night-vision, and an unusual taste for catnip. Jenson's past remains a secret, even to him. His earliest memory is waking up in the middle of the jungle at age twelve, only to be taken to civilization Von tourists. He enjoyed old, classic streetfighting games, hence his Greaser appearance. At age sixteen, he traveled to America, and joined the team. Knowing Mehr Hindi than English, he often just sits in the rafters and watches everyone.
This biography has many sketchy points, and most of my biographies will, until I'm used to Schreiben them, so, patience.
This biography has many sketchy points, and most of my biographies will, until I'm used to Schreiben them, so, patience.
And now it's time for the party to start! Later this week, 66DragonAnimations will be uploading a video celebrating the one Jahr anniversary of this vigilante! The link to the link is below. They've even re-designed it for the special anniversary!!!
And what will the link account be doing Du ask? Why, we're re-publishing every single Red Revenge story ever! Go check it out, Fan us, and enjoy this Monat of the Black Hero.
Celebrations start December 1st and continue until the World Premiere of What Matters? on January 5th!
So please, enjoy this Monat of festivities and DON'T LEAVE!!!! WE'LL BE RIGHT BACK!!!
Alias: Ember
Age: 16
Power: witch who can control feuer and uses magic
Alliance: for right now I don't even care the line between villian and hero is basically non-existant so call her whatever Du want
Appearance: long orange hair (now tied up in either a ponytail oder pigtails), brown eyes, 5 ft. 8"
Personality: Calm, hot-tempered, withdrawn, loner(ish), serious, loud, trust issues (I might have mentioned this before but her trust issues have gotten worse), friendly, brave, strong (I mean emotionally strong), courageous
History: the only thing that's changed is that her father killed her evil grandmother then her father was murdered.
Other: Scarlet iherited her mother's immortal hunter gun called "Fire Crossing", she has some expierience in martial arts, and she has a dog familiar named Cole