Name: Ena Sikora
Alias: Viveka
Powers/Abilities: dance fighting, flight, hand to hand combat
History: Ena grew up with her parents, her father being a millionaire. Her mother was nurturing and her best friend until the tragic accident tore them apart. With her mother gone, Ena became alone in her father’s house. Teased and bullied because of her father’s power, Ena was alone in the world. She threw herself into her dancing, focusing only on her moves and not the people who sought to bring her down. As Viveka, she became a beacon of hope to her city of Central. She was later approached sejak Nigtwing...

(So I haven't been on in quite awhile, I'm going to change that, I need an escape from Uni... Expect stories, Rps and general mischief!
I thought the best comeback would be to re-introduce my little bastards, everyone seems to be trying this format so.... Enjoy!)

LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE
Name: Knight, Alex Knight.
Reason atau meaning of name: Sweet, short, rolls of the tongue ladies Cinta it! (Oh boy, here we go.)
Eye Colour: Blue, I think? I can't really look myself. (Use a mirror, don't go cross-eyed!)
Hair Style/Colour: Blond and short but a tad messy, I call it styled. (Bedhead.)
Height: 6.2" / 189cm...

The luminescence of the Televisyen caste a blue glow through the dark room as he pulled on his black boots over his black body suit.

Deep down he knew that putting on the suit would be the only possible way he had to getting all that money in such a short amount of time, but it wasn't exactly a choice he had liked to make his only option. Adjusting his black spandeks, surat spandeks sleeve his attention was turned to the screen of the Televisyen that was set to the News.

"yet another disappearance has happened recently of a 25 year-old Gotham citizen named Miacheal Fisher" the reporter on the news berkata as he...

Muahahahahahahaha!!!





Fang struggled against the ducktape that bound his hands behind his back. We were in the bathroom, Fang was propped up against the wall. He looked at eleven tahun old me.
"Mel! Let me go!" He shouted. I only giggled.
"Not untill I get your eyebrows!" I said, smirking, holding up the strip of cloth. His eyes widened. I giggled evily. Fang struggled even more.
"No! Dont touch my eyebrows!" He yelled, struggling, growling. I pulled the stick, half covered in sticky, hot wax, out of the bowl. Then spread it on two strips of cloth.
"Mel! Dont anda dare!" He said. I giggled more, then...

“Really? Again?”
Blade smirked at the black-haired firecaster, whose cheeks had begun to turn pink.
“I thought anda liked our game last night, Fin,” she said, raising an eyebrow.
Fin blushed even harder. “Well, we don’t need to play it again!”
“Why not?” Alek asked. “It’ll be fun!”
Fin sighed. “All right.” She took the bottle off of the dapur counter, and everyone arranged themselves in a circle, with the bottle in the middle. They all sat there, staring at it, until Aisling spoke.
“So...who wants to go first?”
Everyone looked at each other, willing the others to...

1) Tell her she needs to grow (wally)
2) Recommend that one of anda grabs her legs and some one her arms and pulls her. (wally Robin)
3) bragging about a mission (wally Robin)
4) walking into her room without permission (wally)
5) ignoring her cooking Nasihat (M'gann)
6) not being able to listen to burlesque
7) poking her and act like it wasnt you
8) trying to enforce her into a group hug
9) telling her that Batman wants to talk with her but he isnt there
10) talking in a baby voice
11) sneaking out of nowhere and then poking her (Robin)
12) plain sneaking up on her
13) Argue about Superman being a bad parent...

I'm being forced to post this, atau Mel will have an early death.... Here anda go.





Name: Lychan (Li-khan)

Gender: Female

Age: N/A, but looks 15 years old

Skin color : Light

Hair: Civvies - Dark-ish brown, shoulder-length hair, usually braided atau tied back in a ponytail

Costume - black-ish silver, knee-length hair

Civvies: long, white scarf, black tank top, with long, black jeans

Costume: Black school uniform-type clothing for the upper body, black skirt with dark leggings for the lower body (see picture)

History: Lychan is the sole survivor of her ancient clan, which was completely massacred 100,000 years...

-Ooc: I have recently fell in Cinta with Harley Quinn (not like that butcha know) Ok so this is a part of Broken Traitor but its lebih of an idea.. if no one likes it ill trash it and right a different part in its place so be honest about it ;) P.s. I do not own HQ And don't hate me cos this article-

She awoke..not knowing where she was.. just that she was in different clothing. Her voice echoed,"Where am I?"
Gage's voice replied cheerly,"Oh.. we had to alih positions your Friends
were.. On to us."
She glared,"Gage! Why am I dressed like this!?"
"Oh.. 'cos.. now can i ask anda something"
".Y..e..yes"...

I Cinta this character in Anime so I HAD to use him! Besides, it fit the character I was creating!



Name: Kid-kun (confidential)
Alias: Death/Red-X
Occupation: Hero; high school student at Central High
Powers: No actual powers except traveling through portals of the Underworld/Hell. Gifted with two Pistol that can combine with his soul into a cannon. Expert in weaponry, combat, and has above average speed and agility although not super-human. Has a dark energy dimension.
History: No one knows where he came from atau how he was trained. All they know is that Kid is trouble. Everywhere he goes, death follows....

Yeah, yeah. Sorry.
Name: Vincent Howell
Alias: Sear
Age: ageless but looks 17
Appearance: about 5’10, average build, pale skin, longish shaggy black/dark brown hair that hangs in his face, brown eyes, sometimes wears glasses
Personality: friendly, loyal, kind of hyper, talkative, a mild cusser, easily distracted, random, silly and immature, can be serious though when he needs to, joker, prankster, funny, slightly hotheaded, impulsive (especially in demon form)
Powers: Vincent is an Angel with an inner demon that sometimes takes over. He has a demon form that he can control and one he can’t. The...

The waiter watched for a second. Looking at the quiet girl sitting in a corner booth in the diner. All alone. She looked a bit dressy for being at a diner. A grey dress that hung to her curves, and a blue blazer. And to him, she was actually very pretty, and lucky him, she was in his section. had he been one of his friends, he would have strut over and flirted focusing on nothing but her figure. But he had a bit lebih respect, anda know?

"Hello miss! my name is Philip, i'll be your server today. What can I start anda off with?" he was almost surprised when a matching pair of tired brown eyes looked...