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AF 2030: Azure Avenger Profile
Name: Azure Avenger
Alter-Ego: Annie Andrews
Marital Status: Single
Current Occupation: Student - Angel Falls University (Major in Computer Programming)
Hair: Brown with blue highlights
Hometown: Angel Falls
Base of Operations: Angel Falls
Super Strength: Can lift up to 50 tons
Super Speed: Up to 200 mph
Energy Blasts: Annie can fire blue energy from her fists. Power level ranges from being able to stun a person to damaging buildings.
Enhanced Durability: Can withstand attacks up to standard firearms with little to no discomfort. As the power of the weapon increases, her level of durability lessens accordingly.
Drummer in the band "Leap Year Satellites".
Annie Andrews was your average college student until she bonded with a piece of alien technology, granting her superhuman abilities. Along
A Closer Bond (My first try at TG stories)
I had no idea this would happen to me one day... No, me and my sister, like two completely different worlds. She's outgoing, loud and funny, while I was always labeled as antisocial... Oh well, at least she can live a happy life, I guess...
She always kept claiming how sorry she felt for me, and how much she wanted me to be accepted into society like she was, even though I always claimed, I'm fine the way I am.
Oh I forgot to introduce myself. The name's Jeff Roberts, or at least it was some time ago... How long has it been? Three or four months? Not that that matters anyway. I just thought I'd state that much. What happened is another thing, that I probably need some explanation for.
So the thing is, my sister Lilly is 16 years old, and I'm 18, or at least I was. I've had some friends till middleschool, but in highschool, life took a cruel turnaround, with the family moving to a new town. New people, new school, new everything. Lilly easily fit into the new surroundings, even joining
Camp Colve's New ProgramAt Camp Colve,new horizons are taking place. Humans and tinies are,for the first time,becoming roommates. As part of the recent expansion on Camp Colve's cabins,tinies are now accommodated for.And,as per the new requirements,each camper is paired up with one another; One tiny and one human.
You,being a new camper at Camp Colve,have recently been paired up with either
a) Human (In this instance,you shall play the tiny)
b) Tiny (In this instance,you shall play the human)
and shall spend the remainder of your time at Camp Colve with them,learning to bond with them.
Rules for RP
No God Mode or Mary Sue
No controlling my character (This gets really annoying.. This means not to say they did a certain action,or say what they look like).
Lumina's Character Sheet
Lumina de Rea
Age: 137 (She tells others she's over 1000, and most would believe her.)
Species: Tiger Mink
Height (Length): 12 feet(3.65 meters) long, not including her tail.
20 feet(6 meters) long including her tail.
Weight: 1.2 Tons (1088.62 Kg/ 2400 lbs.)
Fur color: Primarily Blue-violet, with lavender around her belly, face, feet, and the end of her tail. She has black tiger stripes that run down her back, forelegs, hindlegs, and tail. She has a black pattern on the edges of her eyes that resemble two triangles and a hook. The tip of the fur on her head is dyed a dull magenta.
Eye Color: Indigo
Mouth Color: Indigo
Accessories: A small(for her size) dark grey framed mirror.
Erza Scarlet Vs Link: Death Battle Prelude
Mecha: Sometimes, it takes more than a sword to survive against the creatures and dark magics of the world of fantasy. It pays to be prepared for any situation thrown at you. And with us as a representative for, Death Battle veteran, Ray
Ray: Great to be here. In this corner, we have Link, the Hero of Hyrule.
Virgil: In the other corner is Erza Scarlet, the Titania of Fairy Tail.
Mecha: Wait, shouldn't you be stuck in the hospital after Steel punched your throat out?
Virgil: Hey, you didn't think I miss out on this, did you?
Mecha: That still doesn't answer my question.
Virgil: You know, despite the fact our boss is an unholy abomination, he surprisingly gives good health care to his employees.
Mecha: Well, you're the lesser of two idiots so I guess beggars can't be choosers.
Ray: Anyway, it's our job to test their weapons and skills to find out who will win a Death Battle.
Creepypasta the Fighters Boss: CreepsMcPasta
Bio: CreepsMcPasta is Mr. Creepypasta's servant. Originally a person obsessed with macabre and creepy stuff, the god decided to make him into a being similar to himself. He is a cunning and self righteous person. Confident in his own powers, he doesn't take things too seriously and considers things that are of no interest bothersome. Even when faced with serious situations, he is calm and somewhat blasé.
Powers/Weapons: CreepsMcPasta wields a power called Pasta Power, which is made out of his life force.
*Pasta Crusher: CreepsMcPasta charges his right hand with Pasta Power, then surrounds himself with Pasta Power while flying spinning towards the player.
*Somersault Kicks: CreepsMcPasta performs a forward somersault with his legs outstretched, kicking the player up to twice and aiming to land on the player's knees.
*Head Stomp: CreepsMcPasta leaps into the air and lands perfectly on his player's head, in a standing position with his arms folded. He then backflips off agai
You Wouldn't Hurt Me chapter 2Marshall Lee let out a low groan, his body trembling as he slowly fell back into consciousness. His head was swimming, pounding, like someone had taken a hammer to it. He could also feel nausea biting at the back of his throat and was finding it very hard not to vomit. The vampire couldn’t believe the state he was in.
What the hell was going on?
The symptoms he was experiencing were akin to a hangover, but he immediately ruled that out. The last time he drank was when he was with the party gods and that was nearly over a decade ago. No, the feeling he was experiencing was strange. He could describe it as feeling overly full, almost bloated. He felt like an over gorged leech that just dropped off its host.
Dully realizing he was lying on his living room floor, Marshall lifted his head and looked around. Waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, his attention settled on what looked like a dark motionless mass lying on the floor in front of him. The first thing that came to hi
Creepypasta the Fighters: Nemesis
Bio: Real name Nancy Gale, Nemesis is a proxy of Slender Man who although not malevolent and insane, is quite capable of killing her victims without remorse. However, she does not kill those who are pure and innocent. Rather she kills those who have or had done wrong but were never justifiably punished.
Powers/Weapons: She can manipulate shadows, though it's not very strong. Her main weapon is a yo-yo with retractable blades and she had a pet tarantula named Geneva who is as big as a horse. When Nemesis loses control over her shadow manipulations or is her life is in danger, she will transform into her dark form which is merciless and somewhat insane.
*Walk the dog: Nemesis throws her Yo-Yo downwards.
*Get Here: Using here Yo-Yo, Nemesis imitates Scorpion's spear move.
*Geneva Hairs: Nemesis pulls out her pet tarantula Geneva, who flicks hair from her abdomen.
*Shadow Yo-Yo: Nemesis whips her Yo-Yo, glowing black with Shadows, hitting the opponent multiple times.
The Last of an EmpireWarning; this story contains Sci-fi themes, alcohol, moderately violent language, dragons, and vore. If you are somehow offended by any of those, don't read and please don't leave rude comments.
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"Another..." A man, who almost looked too young to be drinking in the first place, wearily called as he placed a now empty glass back onto the table.
The bartender, a scrawny looking creature with leathery grey skin and four arms, only shook his head "Sorry, mate, but that'd be your sixth drink this night." The bartender said in something akin to an Australian accent
"Ya see, any more than five glasses of Kre'shan Ale is considered too toxic for human consumption. I can get you something else if..." The bartender trailed off as the man lifted his sleeve to reveal a barcode and number that looked to be tattooed onto his forearm. However, upon closer inspection it looked as if he had been born with it.
"Oh... I see. I'm so sorry... Thank you for your service."
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hey newton, gravity's flawedi.
starting anew from the flutter
and the sputter of lungs.
a vacant sea filled with feathers
and tumultuous clatter,
ribs in a treacherous pattern
resembling exiting rungs.
i want to wrestle the angels,
your tendency is the ladder.
involved with full indiscretion,
trading lazy for lace.
unspool the curse of the long-
limbs in a languorous flexion
i like the stab of the ankles,
you need the curves intersected.
opting to cull my extents
with trans-dimensional vigor.
spent my dysphoric corrections
on reconnecting lax ends.
lips in a spurious accent
feign a passionate rigor.
i tie myself to the anchor,
you extricate and ascend.
5:20i went to the forest
to purify my lungs
then i saw the thick
three letter scar
i left in a slender
birch, and wondered how
i could let you poison
another living thing.
moths aren't afraid of pins
till they're stuck to a piece of styrofoam.
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