Teen Titans: Apprentice [PG-13]

[Loki]

Ah, this is what happens when I get bored. xD Joint thing with Origin, so yeah. I'm not this creative. And yes, here I go again, posting an RP. < <; I promise I'll try to keep this one alive this time!

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"All clear." Cyborg called out to the other Titans as they searched the darkest depths of Jump City. Slade was not to be found here, there, or anywhere! The search for Slade had gone for ages, much longer then any of them could've forseen. The bottom line was that Slade just wasn't around anymore, none of his dogs and lackeys ever showed their faces, and aside from burglaries and kidnappings and usual mortal instances, everything was peaceful, everything was quiet, and everything was normal. But, with this norm, the Teen Titans disappeared, on the last search for Slade, in which all traces of the Titan's legacy seemed to disappear, save for the Titan's Tower, which stayed where it was until it too, began to fade from the people's memories. But the iron fist of Slade was not gone- it returned to take Jump City into it's firm grasp, and this time, no Titans came to save the day, Robin did not attack with his advanced weapons, Cyborg did not shoot his laser arm cannon, Raven did not use her psychic powers, Beast Boy did not crack lame jokes (and he didn't turn into any animals), and Starfire did not shoot her starbolts. The Teen Titans seemed literally wiped from the face of the earth.

But this was no where near the start of the story. The true chaos and panic began when Slade began his search for an apprentice. With the disappearance of Robin, the disappearance of all other beings with any kind of powers and special abilities, Slade created his own enemies. Each one a normal child at birth, but living the life of a powerful Teen Titan or pawn of Slade as they grew older. Slade watched each and every one of these children as they grew, developed their powers for the better of the city, and as they grew more and more powerful, Slade's faceless henchman began to appear again, the villians of old and new began to show their faces, and all was as it was before the disappearance of the reknowned original Teen Titans. But it haunted everyone: What happened to them?

Five years have passed since the disappearance of the Teen Titans, and all this was somehow condensed into these years. You are apart of the new order of the Teen Titans, formed three months ago, one of the children that Slade manipulated, and you fight for the better of the city, and solve the mystery behind the disappearance of the Titans, unaware of Slade's ulterior motive for one of the lucky, gifted humans.

Or, you are one of the villians Slade created to test the Teen Titans. One of the villians in which Slade instilled a terrible seed of hate for the Titans, one that does his every bidding, and causes chaos and destruction in Jump City, which is now in a war of control- Slade, or the Titans? You fight for Slade, his cause, and his power.

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Rules:
#1- Read the general Roleplay Rules
#2- Be literate, it's annoying when someone doesn't even try.
#3- Have Fun, thats why we're here.
#4- This isn't an absolute must follow rule, but I'd appreciate it if you spaced the really big paragraphs in your sign-ups and bolded the topics like, 'name, age, gender, etc'.
#5- I reserve the right to refuse your sign-up and not tell you why I rejected it. So don't piss about it.
#6- You're allowed two character's max, but only one can be a Titan, and only if there's a spot open.

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Name:
Alias: [Yay, for superhero names!]
Age: [14-18]
Gender:
Appearance: [Images are okay, but you have to have to describe the image/whats not in the image as well.]
Personality:
History: [Before and After Slade's manipulation. You can have your powers after you're born, etc, you'll want to include what age you got your powers here too.]
Powers: [No replica's. One fire, one water, one earth, etc. I don't want two people having technically the same powers.]
Weapon: [Optional. If it's your powers, then you can just say so, this is only if you want something like a sword or gun.]
Alliance: [Slade, Titans?]
Other:

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Leader: [I will pick the person most suited to be the Titan Leader (like Robin) once all sign-ups are in. This is an optional position, and I will un-designate you if you wish.]

Titans:
1) Skyton Aifread/Ace-- Origin
2) Robert Price/Dämon-- Shiney
3) Kuina Yavor/Nightmare-- Bijou
4)
5)

Leader: [I will pick the person most suited to be the leader of Slade's villians once all sign-ups are in. This character may have to be like Slade's butler. This is an optional position, and I will un-designate you if you wish.]

Villians:
1) Remlik Yavor/Vidane-- Bijou
2) Marie Jamie Rose/Angel-- Shiney
3) Zephyra Aifread/Zephyra-- Origin
4) Cilias Delsarbo/Cil-- Dark Night

 

[Shiney]

Name: Robert Jacob Price

Alias: Dämon (Look at the ä people, the ä!)

Age: 17

Gender: ((YOU MEANIE! ;_; XD) Male

Appearance: Being dead, the pigment from his body slowly died, leaving nothing but grey and white. Which accounts for the emotionless grey eyes, and hair kept in a mess around an inch long. He stands at a slightly above average build in size at 6'2'', nearrly all the fat having shrivelled from his body. His skin is pale, but the pale grey shade of a corpse rather than a pale living complexion. He sometimes wears casual clothes, but for his business as a titan, and most of the rest of the time dresses in a conspicuous suit of white cloth armor comprised of simple boots lined with steel braces, pants accented with kelvar, a ribbed shirt with a short cape, reaching only to the middle of his back with a teardrop shaped symbol of a flame cast in dark silver. A sharp contrast to his white uniform, the gloves he wears are jet black, perfectly gfitting leather gloves that allow for a good grip.


Personality: None to speak of. Having died, his emotions are taking a "slow and steady" path to resurface. However, before his death he was mostly a quiet person, keeping to himself around most people, with the exclusion of a few close friends. Around them, he was almost too open, and had a very strange sense of humor.

History: He was born to a father and mother, no siblings. He lived a simple life, with only a very few friends, but was close to those. He spent most of his education homeschooling. What do you want to know? There's absolutely NOTHING of interest here until his first death. Shortly after his seventeenth birthday, his family car, along with two other innocent vehicles fell to certain death when a small part of a bridge seemingly "collapsed" through the help of outside forces. However, he wasn't to rest in peace. He "awoke" near the docks, and struggled to make his way to land again, where he made a startling revalation. He was dead. After some innitial adjustment, and realization of his new capabilities, he realized that he might be able to make a difference. Taking this in mind, he made his way towards the titan tower. The rest is history. Or, soon will be.

Powers: He's a zombie. o.o In depth... His raw physical ability is much higher, as there are no longer any safety limitations on his physical form. He doesn't tire, and he doesn't sleep. This allows for lots of time to practice with a variety of ttricks an weaponry, which he's managing with good skill so far, and still honing.

Weapon: He's good with a number of tools, but a master of none. Such things like blades, staves, as well as his own body. But he also has a varity of neat tricks and various throwing tools. ((The closest comparison I can really find is a somewhat more diverse robin.))

Alliance: Titans

Other: Braaaaaaaaiiiiiinnns.

 

[Loki]

Sure thing. Anyway, I finished my sign-up, so if you need an example, (doubt it) then here's one. Don't worry, I'm not expecting all of them to be this long, I just got bored and started rambling. ^^;

Yes, they're siblings.

Name: Kuina Yavor
Alias: Nightmare
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Appearance: Nightmare is often mistaken for a boy, for her flat chest and lack of curves make it hard to tell, especially since the tight bandages around her chest bind her torso to be flatter then it already was, and that you can't really see much of her underneath her billowing inky black, hooded cloak, which is kept closed with 10 small belts that are attatched to the cloak. In fact, you can't even see her bright green eye underneath her cloak when the hood is up, which is almost every time you see the girl. She rarely speaks, but once her raspy, girlish voice is heard, there's no doubt to her gender, unless Nightmare's hiss-like hoarse drone is what's in control. Nightmare occupies half of Kuina's body, almost literally. The right half of her body is undead, with bits of gray flesh showing in places the gray skin has rotted away. She has no right eye, instead, the eyelid is sewn shut, (Though some parts of it have also rotted away, leaving the empty space behind quite visible,) along with the right portion of her mouth. Her right arm is sewed onto her shoulder as well, and it often falls off. She wears tight white bandages around her torso as said above, and around her undead arm, but over it is usually a tattered, baggy black vest. She wears a black fingerless glove on her left hand, and has a very complicated tattoo all up her arm, making her arm look as though it's almost entirely black. Nightmare wears a pair of black pants which cover a pair of heavy motorcycle boots on her lower half, and an assortment of heavy belts with skull buckles and the such. Her hair is a dark gray, reaching just below her chin, though it's constantly messed up, windswept to the left side and partially veiling the right portion of her face. She has another tattoo of the chinese character 'yǎn' or nightmare, on her left cheek.

Personality: Nightmare is a very odd person, mostly quiet and sullen, though has a tendency to lose her temper, or react to small things very dramatically. Unlike most might think, Nightmare isn't a very angsty person, in fact, she rarely even notices that part of her is dead, until someone points it out (and this usually recieves the dramatic response.) Nightmare usually refer's to herself in a male form, disliking being treated like a girl, though she loves mind games, and her gender is usually one of those games she loves to play. She is very manipulative, often using things like debt and the such to get other people to do her dirty work, or something that she'd rather not do. Kuina herself is a plain person, who is nice, but only to a certain extent, just like any other average human. She appears when Nightmare get's tired, or bored, and is often always extremely happy when she's in control. Though, both Kuina and Nightmare have a strange infatuation with arguing. Their arguments although, almost never include yelling, with the two of them simply shooting calm come-backs at each other that may have absolutely nothing to do with why they're arguing. They have a tendency to argue with just about everyone else around them as well.

History: The moment Kuina was born, she was taken from her parents to go through Slade's experiments. She rarely contemplates on her family, but when she does, it's a groove that she doesn't get out of until something of great emergency happens. It ended up that sometimes she would end up weeks without food, just thinking. She spent most of her early life working for Slade as a mindless lackey, until Nightmare decided he didn't like what Slade did, and changed his alliance. Nightmare spent most of his time convincing himself that justice was for the better good, the better good of getting revenge on the person who'd trapped him in the filthy human female body in which that odd man had trapped him in. He rarely let's Kuina rule her conciousness, only when he is utterly exhausted does he let her have any say in what happens. Mostly, Kuina is Nightmare, be it in battle, or anywhere, Nightmare is the dominant conciousness, which made Kuina an odd girl in school. She would constantly be arguing with herself, and would sometimes go into blank lapses, in which she would simply stare out in space. Shadow's would always wrap themselves around her, and she became a freakshow, especially after the right half of her body began to die. After Nightmare finished taking over half of her body, Kuina rarely emerged, and she has only appeared outside of battle and only for split seconds, therefore, very few people know Nightmare's real name, because not even Nightmare know's his body's name.

Powers: Nightmare can manipulate shadows, but only the shadows of living beings, turning them into ominous silhouette's that have long claws and fizzle in and out of view. She can also make her own shadow turn into a weapon, as long as it isn't too big for her shadow's stretching limit. She travels by way of melting into shadows and hopping from one person's shadow to another.

Weapon: Shadows
Alliance: Titans
Other: N/A

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Name: Remlik Yavor
Alias: Vidane
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Appearance: Remlik has silky blonde hair, which seems as though it could never look mussed. He has dark green eyes which pierce everything he looks at, along with his porcelin skin which is just as delicate as his hair. Underneath his chocolate brown jacket is a loose black sleeveless shirt, that has a very faint dark green design of the upper right portion of a tree on the lower right corner of the fabric, with a pair of black cargo pants, which have large pockets that velcro open to reveal numerous smaller pockets, all of which hold different kinds of seeds. He wears a pair of black biker boots which have aggressive detailing and metal plating on them, and these 'clunk' every time he takes a step, basically crushing whatever's underneath them. On his right hand he wears a dark green fingerless glove, and on his left, he wears a black glove, which is accompanied by an assortment of dark green bracelets. Around Remlik's neck is a black choker, and he has a small silver hoop in his right ear. He rarely wears his jacket, revealing up and down his right arm the same black tattoo that Kuina/Nightmare has on her left arm, and on his right cheek is the chinese character for 'shù', or tree. He wears three belts, one on his waist, one across his hip and waist, and one in between.

Here's an example of Remlik, though this is not his exact appearance.

Personality: Remlik is a very laid-back person, with a cool, calm demeanor. He rarely show's any emotion other then: Indifference, Boredom, and Annoyance. He dislikes immaturity, loud noises, and basically anything that disturbs his peace. Whenever he's not doing something for Slade, he's probably sleeping, or stalking a random person, just for fun. Like his sister, he loves to confuse people, especially by conflicting what he says with things he's said before. Though, quite differently, he dislikes arguing, because that disturbs his all important 'peace'. Though Remlik dislikes the disturbance of his peace, he never goes against Slade's word, and does everything Slade wants, regardless of what it is. A very cold person, Remlik has never truly cared for anyone, therefore, finds it easy to do Slade's every bidding, and does Slade's every bidding for the matter. He doesn't care about the new Teen Titans, only finds it a pain that someone is going to go against Slade and make things harder for Remlik himself. Remlik's number one trait is his selfishness.

History: Kuina was taken away from the family when Remlik was three years old- old enough to remember even the blurriest faint of that day. He never spoke of it, and his family ended up pretending as though Kuina had never existed, to keep nosy neighbors and the such from asking about the subject. But no matter how much pretending was done, the image of Slade's henchman stuck clear as day in his head, and after he turned 10, seven years after Kuina was taken away, Remlik searched for Slade. It wasn't hard to find him, as one of his henchman was looking for Remlik anyway- Remlik demanded to see Kuina first, before anything was done to him, and after that, he declared that he would do anything Slade asked of him. Slade granted his wish, but Remlik only took one glance and closed his eyes. The dead part of Kuina made him nauseous, and Slade- or, one of Slade's dogs, made Remlik into who he is today, plant loving, brooding, obedient, and silent.

Powers: Remlik controls plants, and can make plants grow out of nowhere. He uses the seeds in his pockets, but he doesn't really need the seeds, but they make it easier to grow the plants. Most of his seeds are poisonous, or have thorns on them, and whenever they connect with moisture, or dirt naturally, they'll also begin to grow, which is why Remlik always moves carefully.

Weapon: Remlik has a pair of gloves with full-length katana blades at the end of each finger. He keeps these on his belt most of the time, but rarely uses them, as it's very easy for him to cut himself when using them. He mostly uses them to trim his plants, or to cut down an annoying enemy.

Alliance: Slade

Other: Whenever Remlik get's incredibly bored, he'll smoke a cigarette, but this is rare, because it's hard to get someone who's is constantly bored, into an incredibly bored state. Once he's entertained again, he'll stop smoking.

 

[parallelzero]

Name: Skyton Aifread
Alias: Ace
Age: 15
Gender: Male

Appearance: Skyton is not entirely human. In fact, he is 70% human, 20% wind spirit, and 10% machine. At first glance, he appears to be but a normal human. He stands at the height of 5'7", with tall, pointed green hair. His eyes are the same shade of green as his hair. However, this is where his appearance starts to seem less human. The pupil in his eye is not distinguishable from the rest of the eye, being the same colour. This is a side effect of having a wind spirit trapped inside him, and it allows Skyton to literally see the wind. The eyes also glow when he takes control of the wind. Skyton's left arm was lost long ago, and was replaced with a mechanical arm, although disguised as a normal arm using fake flesh. His right arm is marked with a scar that resembles the shape of a bird -- the mark that shows the power sealed within him. Skyton's right arm has control over all of his powers. Finally, half of Skyton's heart is mechanical, the other half having been ripped away from him long ago. As for attire, he always wears a white headband, allowing his hair to tower somewhat above it. Etched into the headband is a black D symbol with flames trailing off the back; the logo of his favourite boarding team. He also wears a white coat, lined with material of the same shade of green as his eyes and hair. Underneath the coat, however, he wears but a simple black undershirt. He also always wears a pair of baggy, white pants, with pockets virtually everywhere. Finally, he wears a pair of black skateboarding shoes, very generic in design.

Personality: Skyton grew up downtown a large city, alone, and thus took on a similar personality to those people around him every day. He has two sides to him. One being rational, kind, and polite; and one that is irrational, rude, and uncivilized. It all depends on his overall mood. He has a tendancy to express his feelings without being aware, however, making it hard for him to keep secrets, and exploiting many of his weaknesses. He also has moments in which he lacks self-confidence, sometimes leading to his demise. Overall, though he tends to keep a cool persona, not wanting to create a bad name for himself. He also has an obvious soft spot for girls...

History: Skyton lived a fairly normal city life up until his 14th birthday. It was that day that hordes of men bearing an odd "S" mark came and destroyed his city, slaughtering all of the townsfolk except for those usable in genetic experiments. Skyton was held within an underground lab for over a month; constantly being given strange injections and tests by strange, masked scientists. One day, he was dragged to a strange chair where he was shot by a beam. This beam injected the essence of a wind spirit of unknown origin into Skyton's body. However, his body could not take the strain, and an odd reaction occured. Skyton seperated into two beings. One being was his original self; the other was that of a girl somewhat younger than him. She was him, but at the same time she wasn't. She represented his sins, his hate, his yearning to be free to get revenge. She escaped soon after, leaving Skyton with the loss of one arm, and half of his heart. If not for the scientists, he would not have survived, ironically. After escaping a month later, he began his pursuit of the girl. Eventually, his search led him to Jump city after following rumors. Only to run into the new titan faction.

Powers: Ace has the ability to control the wind. It's flow, strength, direction, etc. The issue being that he has yet to gain total control over his abilities, but has not had the chance to perfect them due to the circumstances he was presented with. He is also gifted with skills enabling him to repair, create, and understand machinery.

Weapon: Ace posesses a unique board of his own creation, which is designed after snowboards and surfboards alike. The difference being that he is able to use his powers to ride the wind, in a matter of speaking. The board also doubles as a blade, since it can transform so that a hilt appears from out the back of the board. The board itself already has sharp, blade-like sides, and it appears to be carefully pieced together with sections of white and green metals, creating a sort of checkerboard pattern appearance. Ace always carries his board strapped to his back while he isn't riding it.

Alliance: Titans
Other: N/A


Name: Zephyra Aifread
Alias: Zephyra
Age: 14
Gender: Female

Appearance: Zephyra stands at the short height of 5', and looks almost like a child of sorts. Surprising or not, she is but 30% human. She is 40% machine, and 30% wind spirit. Her only human components are her brain, head, left arm, torso, and the other half of Skyton's heart. Both of her legs, her right arm, and many of her internal organs are synthetic; machines. Unlike Skyton, however, she does not keep her mechanical aspects hidden beneath fake flesh. They are entirely revealed. They appear as smooth, white metallic limbs, a variety of glowing, dark pink, unnaturally straight veins flowing through them. However, they work as smoothly as normal limbs would. The wind spirit is present in Zephyra the same way it is in Skyton. Her eyes, including her pupils, are a dark pink, as well as her hair which flows almost all of the way down her back. Her left arm has a scar similar to the one on Skyton's right arm. However, the spirits mutation took an extra step on Zephyra's body, giving her pink, cat-like ears upon her head; most likely a feature present on the original spirit. For her attire, she wears a simple one-piece outfit that appears to be a white tanktop and a white skirt fused together, white stockings running down her legs. The glowing from her mechanical legs is still radiated throguht the stockings, however. Down the front of her shirt is what appears to be a pink cross, spanning from the top to the bottom and from side to side. She also wears white gloves that run up to her elbows; just enough to show the mechanical portion of her upper right arm. She too wears a white bandana around her head, although so her hair covers the back portion. It too has the marking in the shape of a black S with flames coming off the back, like Skyton's. She almost always posesses depressed look on her face, never smiling.

Personality: Since Zephyra was spawned from the negative thoughts and emotions of Skyton, she tends to have a persona similar to those feelings. Often quiet, she tends not to comment unless it directly concerns her, or if she has a theory or idea to express. When she does speak, however, her voice is void of emotion, completely monotone and cold. The only emotions she ever shows other than nothing are irritation and anger, especially when it comes to her other half. She believes that she and Skyton should be on the same side. However, she can not accept the fact that he wants nothing to do with his past anymore. Therefore, she tends to anger easily while meeting her other self. There are times when she breaks down crying, random or not. However, this usual takes place when she's sleeping.

History: Being a product of the test placed upon Skyton during his 14th year, she has all of the memories of Skyton's years prior. She also has memories of things Skyton would rather forget. The deaths of his parents, the slaughter of his city, the tests. When she was first born, Zephyra was a bloody mess, missing many human aspects to her body. Intrigued enough to keep her alive, the scientists rebuilt her body using mechanical parts, only to have her escape a day later. She was weak afterwards, however, her body rejecting the mechanical aspects of her body. If she had continued on without help, she would have died for sure. However, Slade found her, and gave her a special medication in return for her services. Seeing no other choice, she agreed, and led Skyton to Jump city by Slade's orders. Upon Skyton's arrival, she was assigned to work with another one of Slade's subordinates, claiming that her abilities would be needed shortly.

Powers: Like Ace, Zephyra posseses the power to manipulate the wind. However, she is able to control it far better than he can; being able to manipulate the wind to the point where it can cut things. Thus, she uses the wind as more of a means of attack, than anything.

Weapon: Zephyra posesses a board much like Aces, aside from it's smaller size and pink and white colour scheme. However, it does not have the hand extra feature of changing into a sword. However, she carries a bow that appears to be made of the same material as the board, as noted by the pink and white metallic appearance. Using the energy contained in the machine half of her body, she is able to generate arrows of pink energy. Using the wind, she can manipulate the paths of these arrows.

Alliance: Slade
Other: N/A

 

[Shiney]

Name: Maria Jamie Rose

Alias: Angel (more of a taken on name than a true Alias)

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Appearance: She has blonde hair, but keeps it shortly cut, and almost always wrapped in her unusual bright blue turban, which is adorned in the front with an ovular bright red gem, rounded, rather than fauceted. Hey eyes are a matching dep crystaline blue, standing out on her fair complexion. She has a bit of a figure, but nothing too noticeable, helping her guise.

To further elaborate on it, she wears a bright blue shirt with shining threads in it, embellished with gold embroidery along the sleeves. On her torso, she actually wears an elaborately enamled chest plate, very thin so as not to encumber her, Laquered blue with gold and metalic red designs on it, almost too intricate for human hands. Below which, she has pants made to match the shirt, and softt leather running shoes, as usual, dyed and polished to a shining blue.


Personality: Despite her appearance, her personality is somewhat blunt and to the point. She's very understanding of others, but is neither patient with life in general, nor tolerant of people who can't keep up with her train of thought. Which is nearly everyone. Her temper tends to flare at the slightest instance, yet cool off just as quickly. And of course, she easily gets extremely angry over being compared in any way shape or form to the female gender in any way.


History: She was born, much like everyone else. Like many other people, she had a mother, and a father, and a little sister. She went to school, she made friends, and it was good. Of course, at an early age she quickly decided that people naturally saw girls as weak, and thus went through life as a boy, keeping her masqurade up longer than anyone ever anticipated. In fact, her family made no effort to help the charade, but no one ever really believed them that that rough and tumble, yet oddl pretty young man was actually a girl. Life was still good.

That was, until a book was planted where she was certain to find it. That was when her studies of "blue" magic began. She quickly advanced in both power and skill, quickly crafting her light sword- the symbol of a blue mage's prowess- from the magic alone.

Soon, Slade came to her. Whether in person, or in some other form, it's impossible to say. However, he offered her a deal. Work for him, put her powers to good use. And when Slade finished his work towards his objective, she would be rewarded with the power to control the blue magic eccentricities that made it so dangerous to practice.


Powers: She practices blue magic, or more elaborately, the random magic of life and the soul. She can accomplish a wide range of things, within certain limits of her own power. But the blue magic itself is an intelligent entity, prone to inteperet, or add to any spell as it sees fit. She's also as good with her sword as a blade as she is with it as a tool for channelling the magic.

Weapon: She has a strange blade, a bit of a compromise between a curved shortsword and a traditional rapier, able to take more of a beating than a typical rapier, but still retaining the light weight needed for it to be weilded with one hand.

Alliance: Slade

Other: Booooobs- *SHOT*

 

[SilverTail]

RE-EDITED

Name: Haru Takamine

Alias: Webbs

Age: 14

Gender: Male

Appearance:

(the picture in the google bar) He has a black hourglass shape on the back of his neck and he has a scar over his left eye that goes from just above his eye brow to his jaw, his eyes are solid black. He has the same links to the cloak (which double as goggles due to the fact they can detatch and the cloak still stays up), the same cloak, and the same black shirt and pants underneith. His shoes are just plain old boots with steel toes. He wears black fingerless gloves and has a tattoo of a dragon winding down his left arm with the head of the dragon hidden under the glove to symbolise how he had to hide his powers from the rest of the world.

Personality: Having grown up alone, he never really had any friends or family to look out for him, making him cold and hard, trying the whole 'solo hero' thing and getting shunned, people only thinking him a freak or ignoring him completely. Alll these things happening, his parents abandoning him, the old woman dying, make him care about noone but himself, pushing everyone away from him. He works alone and ditches anyone that tries to partner up with him, fearing the same loss will happen again. He is willing to risk his own life for power and dosn't care if anyone else dies in the process. Even after all this however, he hasn't hardened his heart completely. Even if he denies it, he still loves, he still cares, and no matter how hard he tries to get rid of these feelings, they keep coming up. This is one of the reasons he wants to harden his heart, to keep these feelings from getting in the way.

History: He was a kid without a home, growing up in the streets with nothing to rely on but his abilities, due to the fact his parents had abandoned him after his 6th birthday due to his abilities. He stole for food, for clohes, for life. And noone stopped him. All they saw was a desperate kid trying to make a living. He always came to one store, the owner was a kind little old woman who let him stay in the guest bedroom upstairs for a while, feeding him things from her store downstairs. The old woman however died several months later from old age, and, with nowhere left to stay, he went back to his old life. He heard the titans had dissapeared, but didn't really care, they had never helped him, but then slade came back, and he joined in, hoping for his own power, aiming to overthrow slade and take control himself, even if that will never happen. He is willing to risk his life for this.

Powers: Haru can create webbing from his hands and stick to walls, allowing him transportation and shelter as the webbing is waterproof and absorbs and discharges electricity into the surroundings. He can also sence danger to himself, but not to others. This webbing can vary in strength from silk to iron cord. This webbing can also form an armor over his body.

Weapon: The staff from the picture, he made it out of old metal scraps in the junkyard where Billy Numerous used to live.

Alliance: Slade / Titans / His own
(In other words, he wants slade out of the picture, but after hes created an empire for him to take over.)

Other: None

(That good sis?)

 

[Dark Night]

I love the Teen Titans!
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Name: Cilias Delsarbo
Alias: Cil
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance: Cil has very tanned skin from hanging out in the sun to much. She's very athletic, meaning she has muscles. Her dark violet hair goes all they way down to her waist. Her bangs are long as well and cover one eye. Her eyes are a dark blood red with no pupil. Her top is a bright orange short sleeved shirt. She wears lime green gloves with the fingertips cut off. She wears tight black pants wich are rolled up to look like capris. She wears a pair of black tennies. Cil stands at 5'5". She wears a red choker around her neck.

Personality: Cil is very blunt. She's not afraid to speak her mind, she's pretty much a bully. At some points, when she wants to be alone, you'd better do it or she'll knock you out for a couple of days. She's cool under pressure, and she's very determined. She's very cruel, and shows no mercy unless Slade wills it. She won't take any crap from anybody, and will protect anyone she cares about with her life.

History: Her parents were killed when she was born. Murdered is what Slade said. He had her placed in an orphange and made sure that she was taken well care of. Every month he'd come by and help her control her powers. Slade was the only one who ever cared somewhat about her. All the kids that she ever met were scared of her because of the black energy that would surround her feet and hands. One time in the orphanage she was haveing a fight and a kid blinded her. Slade was outraged and the people who worked there and the kid who blinded her was never seen again. Once she turned 10, he took out of the orphanage and trained her everyday since then. While he trained her, he taught her to hate the Teen Titans. She'll kill anyone of them when she gets the chance.

Now that the original Titans are gone, she's one of the main villians who causes chaos in Jump City. She loves to cause it, and loves the power. The reason she follows Slade is becuase he's the one that gives her the control over the city.

Powers: She has the ability to form force fields. She'll usually use the black force fields to increase the attack of her fighting ability.

Weapon: At some points, Cil may use a black staff that was specifically made for her.
Alliance: Slade
Other: She's blind. Slade taught her to fight by feel, sense, and hearing.

 

[Stantler]

Name: Harvey Summers
Alias: Impact
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Appearance: Harvey is a very tall boy that is at least 7 ft and is extremely muscular. He is built like a football player, having a large torso and broad shoulders. He has short messy black hair, purple eyes and chiseled facial features. Harvey wears faded ripped jeans and a black t-shirt. However, the shirt has several tears or holes with a picture of a white clenched fist in the center. With this he wears a black leather punk street jacket with spikes on the shoulders. How the way that he is described, Harvey doesn't really take good care on the way he looks and usually has bruises around his body from various fights. Also, unlike the rest of the group, Harvey doesn't really have much of a "hero outfit" and just wears his usual gear however he does try to think up of a good design so that he could look cooler but for now he is sticking to what he has on.
It's from this appearance that most people could relate to him in some ways. Though Harvey may seem like a punk he is somewhat down to earth and doesn't really try to stand out from the rest, he just does what he feels needs to be done. So in essence he is very human compared to most heroes.
Personality: Harvey is usually in a good mood and enjoys having fun, no matter what. However he could be a bit arrogant and selfish at times as he thinks he can take on anything. But he does have a nasty trait of being angered easily. He also isn't afraid of anything and laughs at fear and tends to ignore rules. It's because of these characteristics that Harvey could be considered "Wild." Harvey does have violent tendencies and uses the Teen Titans more of an excuse to fight and let aggression which could give the Titans a bad reputation. He feels that he can fight on his own and likes to show off his powers in any chance he gets. One reason for this is that he gets bored quite easily and finds the need to abuse his powers simply to amuse himself.
History: Harvey's mother was taken by illness when he was only six, ever since then his father became a workaholic and was hardly ever home. The only people that were around him were nannies that came and went giving him an uncertain impression of women as there was never a central female figure in his life. By the age of 15 his father remarried to a woman who did not care about him and only used him for his money. Unable to take the abuse and unfairness in his home he finally moved out. It wasn't until a year later that he met Julie and fell in love. She loved him as well and the two dated for a year until one day a couple of thugs attacked them and held Julie hostage. This is where Harvey found his powers which were obtained by intense anger. With his newfound powers he beaten the thugs and yet he was still unable to save his girlfriend as she was killed during the fight. He finds himself now lost, confused and angry; this is where he entered a life of crime. He used his powers for robbing and fighting. It wasn't until later on that Harvey saw a couple get attacked by thugs wearing a strange "S" symbol. Remembering what happened to him he fought them right away to help save the young couple. Beating the thugs he was able to get information from them, apparently they are working for some punk named "Slade." Leaving his life of street crime he decided that it would be best to use his powers to help people from Slade.
Powers: Vast Superhuman strength and endurance - Harvey is far stronger and has way more stamina than any normal human being. Such things he could do is lift objects many times his own weight, run and smash through solid walls, leap vast heights, scale sheer surfaces, launch objects at a great distance, slow down or stop momentous objects, send opponents flying with a single punch, create shockwaves by slamming a part of his body on to the ground to knock opponents back, and clap his hands together to create a deafening sound to opponents to either knock them away or slow them down, this same attack could also be used to put out fires. He also possesses great endurance which allows him to run, cycle or swims several to hundreds of miles. This power also allows him to go through much physical injuries, and live through things that would normally kill a man such as bullets, bombs, missiles, etc.

However, Harvey does have weaknesses. First of all, though he may have superhuman strength he does need food and sleep just like a normal human. But his worst weakness is magic. Any sort of magic could harm him more than a normal human would be. By this, it means that his powers could be decreased drastically to the point where he could end up being just as weak as a normal human or worse. If enough spells are cast on him they could be fatal and possibly kill Harvey. Such magic attacks include arcane magic such as Fire, Wind, Water, or Earth made by the use of a person's ability or magic.

Weapon: His bare fists or street fighting.
Alliance: Titans
Other: Harvey will do whatever it takes to bring Slade and his thugs down no matter what, even if that means to possibly go against his own friends.

 

[Shadowfaith]

Name: Kaida Lupe (Kai)

Alias: Shadowflare

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Appearance: Kaida has black hair with streaks of orange running through it, sometimes it's hard to tell whether she has black hair with orange streaks or orange hair with black streaks. The strands are held at bay by a black strand of material that wraps itself snuggly around her forehead and then descends down past her lower back. Her hair only reaches down past her shoulder blades, but thanks to the strand of material the top of her hair is styled in a weird fashion as large strands fly out in all manner of directions. Her eyes are a shocking emerald colour and lay in contrast with the darkness of her hair, underneath these two haunting eyes are two black marks which even Kaida is unsure of their origin. She has a slim yet toned build making her perfect for speedy attacks, but not so hot when it comes to physical attacks, which is why she is more content on using her powers more than anything else.

Kaida wears a pair of baggy, black jeans upon her lower half, only the right leg of the jeans has been torn away above joint of her knee, luckily she wears black shorts to cover her tanned thighs and the torn jean leg fails to cover its hem. The left leg on the other hand falls and flares to cover a pair of black boots complete with silver clasps. Her top half is covered by a short sleeved crop top which gives no coverage to her pierced bellybutton. Covering the crop top is an even SHORTER black denim jacket; this too has silver clasps and chains hanging from the many buttons and clasps. Around her waste are multiple black leather belts with silver buckles and one even manages to wrap itself around her exposed thigh.

Kaida may look like your average human, but she is in fact not. A set of pearly white fangs poke out from under her full lips and give her and almost fierce look. Accompanying this wolfish feature is another, that being that her shocking emerald eyes are surrounded by a depth of darkness, just like that of a wolf's. Her ears are also larger than the average human and also pointed like that of elves, even more so. A sleek black tail pokes out from a hole in her trousers and gets in her way to say the least, but Kaida has grown use to it over the years.

Her left eyebrow, her tongue and her bellybutton are all pierced with the same orange coloured gems. A large tribal tattoo runs from her exposed thigh all the way up to her collarbone where a black bandana covers the most of it, it is also said to travel down her left arm too.

Personality: It's somewhat shocking that Kaida is on the side of the titans, as her appearance and personality sometimes don't bode well with the side of good. She is cunning, manipulative and loves nothing more than to mess with people's minds. She will do things on her own terms no matter what the consequences and would happily do anything to benefit herself. But one things for sure and she's not a quitter. She would fight and fight until she got what she wanted and wouldn't give up until victory was hers or death claimed her. She is determined, kind hearted (minus the appearance and general personality) and has all the characteristics of a hero.

History: Kaida lived a fairly normal life to the age of seven. Being only a youngster, she didn't fully know what was going on, but she accidentally burnt her mother on that fateful summer's day. Her mother thought nothing of it at first; unable to take in what had just happened. Her powers lay low for quite a while after that incident, Kaida not knowing how to conjure them and all. But as she grew older, she began to develop the oddest characteristics: Fangs, eyes of shocking colour surrounded by a dark depth and even a tail. Kids would go no where near her, her parents had all but disowned her by the age of fifteen even though they were still living under the same roof. Her fire powers were all she had and she even learnt to transform parts of herself into a wolf like creature. It was only after she turned sixteen that she got a full grasp on her powers and having developed her powers at a very young age, found it easy to grasp them.

Powers: Kaida has the ability to control fire. Her super hero name is a contrast between her appearance (shadow) and her element (flame). She can control fires that have already started or she can conjure her own. Kaida also has the power to transform into a black wolf, but the transformation cuts off her ability to use fire, which is her best means of attack as her physical power is not all its cracked up to be. The only times in which she will choose to transform is if:
1) She is bored
2) She wants to run faster. This form is more developed in speed than her human self.
3) She wants to hide.
4) She is in a forest like environment.

Weapon: Chackrams. Kaida sometimes finds it better to use her powers when she has an object to pass that power through. The Chackrams are orange in colour with black outline to the tribal markings.

Alliance: Titans

Other: Kaida doesn't do well with water unless in her wolf form.

 

[Loki]

Darthmoose: Please add to your appearance, personality, and please add a 'powers' subject. And, you didn't need an RP sample, you can edit that out or keep it there if you like, I already know full-well how you RP, and all I ask is that you please refrain from leaving so many spaces between your sentences. ^^; It takes up a lot of space, and without the spaces, your posts are fine as they are. Pending, if I find that someone posts a better sign-up before you edit, then they'll get your spot.

Please add at least three lines more to your appearance and personality. If you do that, then you can go ahead and post.

Shadowfaith: Savior of the day! We have our Titans, ladies and gentlemen!

Silvertail: A-taa, I'm sorry DM, but you still need to work on your RPing skills. (I TOLD you to capitalize your 'I's and stop spelling 'the' as 'teh'.) You're appearance and personality is lacking more then Darthmoose's, so I'm sorry, declined. (Btw, your link leads to about 20 images from Tsubasa)

Shiney, Origin, Dark Night: You've already been accepted. (Wooah, force fields!!! *shot*)

Okie dokie then! You can not even begin to imagine how happerly I am that we can finally start!

LSU's accepted, Slade's villians and if Darthmoose doesn't edit beforehand, one Titan. My post will come soon enough. I leave it to you to decide when and where we start, be it rain or sun or snow, night or day, the first poster decide's. (Or the second if the first doesn't specify, and so on)

IC:

One of the many problems with Nightmare's cloak was the belt's, and one of the many problems with Nightmare herself was the urgency of secrecy, and dignity. Therefore, there would be no struggling to open the refridgerator door with hands still inside the less then roomy cloak, and there would be no unbuckling of the belts that held the cloak snugly closed. Therefore, there would only be the ominous staring of the refridgerator, though, one could never be sure if Nightmare was staring at the white block of cooling mechanism, or if Nightmare had simply fallen asleep standing. But, the dark aura he sent off in his utter annoyance and frustration was one of the many clues that Nightmare was indeed, awake, and unhappy.

Another one was that Nightmare was discreetly trying to open the fridge with the tip of her foot, which was proving quite difficult. Giving up all hope, Nightmare sighed, deciding that standing in front of the fridge would eventually get someone to open the damned thing for her. Surely the other freak-jobs wouldn't go too long without eating?

Nightmare sighed again. He wasn't to be bothered to use his powers for this trivial thing, but if any more seconds were to pass of his stomach growling with indignity, he'd most definetely take his own shadow and blow up the stupid contraption. As the angry red vein pop grew bigger and bigger, Nightmare lost his concentration on the fridge as Kuina ridiculed the evil spirit, telling him that staring at the fridge was even less dignifying as anything else he could possibly dream of.

"Damn fridge!!" Nightmare finally yelled in his deep, hoarse voice, as his shadow grew taller and taller before it finally ripped the door open, and clean off it's hinges. Panting, Nightmare ordered the shadow grab the rotting meat in the corner, and ate it raw, as it was. Fresh, cooked food was for the ridiculous mortals. With a piece of old half-cooked steak hanging from his mouth, a very Nightmare left the fridge as it was, and the Shadow, which was looking from it's owner, to the broken fridge in confusion, before it slid back to Nightmare's feet.

~ + ~

Perched on the rooftop of the skyscraper known as Jump City Bank in the position of your average, generic stone gargoyle, was a man with seemingly neon green eyes. His blonde hair, pale face, and the ominous eyes that stared down at the passing citizens who had yet to notice him were the only things visible against the black, moonless night. It was an hour in this position before a little girl pointed up at him tearfully, saying, "Who's that mommy?" Before people began to avoid the bank as though the windows were the ones staring at them. After another hour or so, there was almost no one passing the bank, and pearly white teeth formed themselves into a smirk, as the street lights on Grand Street suddenly turned off.

The big glowing clock tower that Master Slade had built on the bank was the only source of light, save for the eerie reflections on the nearby windows. The clock rang loud and clear, signaling the time for 7:00 PM, and the green eyes disappeared behind a pair of eyelids, the teeth disappearing behind a smile, and the bank guard's scream being choked back down his throat with thick green vines that were stuffing themselves down his throat.

"Good evening sir." Remlik Yavor hopped off the building, caught by a pair of vines which stretched out to form a seat for the plant master, "Would you mind telling me why the bank is locking up so early in the night? It wouldn't be because of suspicious persons, would it? I do hope I haven't caused much trouble."

A smaller vine dangled a metal ring, on which hung dozens of keys in front of Vidane, who smiled.

"Thank you," He said to the long dead guard, "I believe I will help myself tonight."

 

[parallelzero]

"Zephyra... where are you?" I muttered aloud in my sleep upon the couch in the Titans living room, unaware of the ruckus that was about to begin shortly. Ever since that event one year ago, I hadn't been able to stop thinking about her. Hell, I had crossed three quarters of the continent to find her. That's why I was here. That's why I became part of the Titans a few days ago. And, that's why I had been sleeping so much since. Try travelling in pursuit for someone for a year without much rest. It isn't an incredibly pleasing experience. Of course, there was a twist to my adventure. That twist was the fact that, in a sense, I was searching for myself. Anyways, that's why I was napping at 7:00pm.

I was suddenly snapped awake as I heard a loud bang nearby. My brain instinctively dismissed the sound as gunfire, and I rolled off of the couch onto the floor. I grabbed my board, which was nearby, and held it above my head as I slowly peered over the edge of the couch towards the direction the sound came from. The kitchen.

A loud thud was heard, however, as I fell over at what I saw. One of the Titans... Nightmare or something, had torn the door off of the fridge. That's right. Tore the freaking door off of the freaking fridge. Not to mention he, she, it, whatever, had a piece of raw meat hanging from its mouth. Now, it may just be my opinion, but that wasn't cool at all. The longer I lived with these people, the less I understood them. Of course, it'd probably be wise for me to get to know them, considering they took me in.

"You know, you could stand to learn that breaking things doesn't solve all of your problems." I said casually as I approached the creep Titan, my board strapped tightly to my back. As I reached the fridge, I bent down and looked at the damage. "Broken hinges... the sealing around the edge of the door is coming of... I can fix it, I just need the parts." I did this all a safe distance away from Nightmare. It was kind of... creepy. Then again, I had been getting this creepy feeling that I was being watched ever since I arrived here. That was a creepy feeling as well... although not as creepy as Nightmare.


Slade's Headquarters
"You seem uncomfortable watching this, Zephyra." A dark, yet stern voice said from the darkness. "Does it hurt you that much to watch your other self on a screen?" the voice was talking to a girl of petite stature, a spotlight shined on her from above. She had a troubled look on her face, a look she didn't sport often.

"No, Slade, I am just unsure as to why you are showing me this." The girl responded to the darkness in a high, emotionless voice as she glanced away from the screen showing exactly what I was doing. "I thought we came to the understanding that after I led Skyton to Jump City, I wouldn't have to deal with him again until the promised time." Her face resumed her usual, depressed look as her eyes then darted to the darkness once more in wait of a responce.

"So? What about it?" The darkness, Slade, replied. "I saved your life, remember? If you choose to disobey me, I can always kill you and take that all away." The sound of footsteps pacing back and forth suddenly filled the room, as Slade had began to pace, himself. "Judging by the way you refer to him as your brother, you have no intent of killing him, correct? If he died, you would as well, and you're well aware of that. However, what I ask of you is not for you to take his life. I want you to get him to ally with you - with us. The two of you together would be unstoppable. We need him to complete our plans. I'd like you to work with Maria for now, however."

"Yes, Slade." She responded emotionlessly once more as she exited the room and headed towards the Titan tower. She was to rendevouz with Maria there later.

 

[Shiney]

I blinked, closing the small hardboud book that I held loosely with two fingers and a thumb, resulting in a small thump as I rose from the ratty chair. It had been nice once, but this tower could use some new furnishings. Annoyance.. That was new... Maybe I was recovering. Or maybe these two were annoying enough to wake the dead. I stood up, calmly walking over to look at the mild destruction of the scne. "Humility can be a great part of dignity." I commented in a voice, more dry than emotionless. I set the small book down on the table, turning. "I'm going to go to the training room. I haven't yet beaten the training regime you put in the holo generator." I spoke to Ace as I walked towards the room, feeling a strange twitch to my lips.

Elsewhere~​

I sighed as I heard my mom call out "Where are you going, dear? It's late!" I shouldn't have been so stressed, but it seemed easy to let my temper get the best of me these days. "Out, mom. Don't worry, I'll be back real soon." I said, hoping it was true. I was told that I could keep my family, so long as they did not become a liability... I took the silver pen from my pocket, and grinned as I clicked on the button on the back. As the tip of the pen exposed itself, it warped the wole pen, slowly becoming my sword. I sheathed it into the scabbard, my casual clothes now the outfit I had made for myself with the blue magic, and looked around. "It could be inconveniant to walk all the way to the docks like this..." I grimaced, thinking. "Docks." I said, my voice thick with an almost ethreal quality. I looked around, and I was there. I grinned, as I looked down at myself. Clothes were still there. It didn't seem to be more than a few minutes later. Better than the last time I had tried to transport myself with the magic...

 

[Mari]

Name: Priscilla Barrett
Alias: Fae
Age: 14
Gender: Female

Appearance: Priscilla generally looks like a girl three to four years younger, if not only because of her huge, expressive amethyst eyes. Her hair is a sort of mix between cerulean blue and violet, reaching past her lower back. Her hair is tied in a high and slightly loose ponytail, tied back by a periwinkle ribbon pinned with flowers all around, and her forehead is framed by uneven bangs. Her smooth and creamy skin has the barest hint of a tan, with almost invisible freckles powdering her nose and rosy cheeks. She has a slender and petite figure, barely reaching four feet eleven. As for her clothing, she wears a one-piece outfit, resembling something similar to a bodysuit, which starts at the lower part of her neck and extends into shorts that end at the middle of her thighs. It is a dark indigo in color and has very short sleeves, covering only half of her shoulders. At the left side, it is laced with crisscrossed lavender ribbons. She wears thin brown leather gauntlets on both her wrists, and knee-length boots.

Personality: Haughty and impish, Priscilla is nothing short of a vexation. Her tendency to tease and cause mischief, plus her frequent sarcastic remarks often leaves her in conflict with someone else. Her generally happy-go-lucky disposition makes it hard to loathe her, however; extreme dislike/hatred/abhorrence toward her, perhaps, but not loathing. She can be quite quick-tempered and impatient, especially to adults – which, for her, is anyone older than herself (save for her Master Slade, of course) – and the Teen Titans, and would snap if kept waiting for more than a minute. She is also rather selfish, usually taking actions that greatly benefit her.

History: Priscilla could hardly remember a day when she had ever been normal. Ever since she was five years old, whenever she sneezed or rubbed her hands or doing something else as trivial as those, strange dusts came seemingly out of nowhere and just started exploding. It only used to make crackling sound, but as she got older it became more and more explosive, actually blowing up one of their couches into tiny pieces. Her parents and siblings feared her, for she lacked control, and called for help. Soon an enigmatic man came, and her parents willingly gave her to him. There was storm then, she remembered, as she was lead by the man to this creepy place. She was tested on, examined, but well taken care of. The man, Slade, had even taught her how to control and hone her powers. Soon enough, her family had become a blurry figure to her. All she knew was that she owed everything to Slade and would remain loyal to him, no matter what.

Powers: Fairy dusts, basically. Priscilla is able to produce something strikingly similar to Tinkerbell-like fairy dusts that explode when she wills it. Er, to elaborate: she can create these sparkly golden dusts that basically act like teeny tiny fireworks, exploding whenever she wants it to. Also, she can fly.

Weapon: Priscilla wields a glaive; the pole is four feet, made with light oak wood while the single-edged bladed affixed is around eighteen inches long. The pole is decorated with haphazardly tied ribbons, all due to her ennui and folly. She uses it with her fairy dusts, to further damage an opponent. When not in battle, however, she tends to use it like how a witch would a broom; she rides on it constantly and never flies without it.

Alliance: Slade
Other: She has astraphobia, and would stay indoors – at all cost – should there be the slightest hint of an incoming storm. Or even if it drizzles.

 

[Loki]

Darthmoose: Okay, you're sign-up's all good.

Mari: Yay! Accepted.

DM: Add two more lines to your appearance and you can post. Six lines means six lines, four doesn't compensate. ^^

IC:

Nightmare moved his jaw in a circular motion to move more of the meat into his mouth, chewing at the same time. Sure it wasn't pretty, but it wasn't as though you could see much more then the slowly disappearing steak. You couldn't see the sharp gray teeth that were normal white and square when he wasn't eating, and you certainly couldn't see the silver saliva that dribbled out because he was technically chewing and eating with his mouth wide open. He turned around to watch the new guy: What was it? Some kinda wind guy or something. Hmm...maybe he'd just call him 'windy'.

"It's Ace." Kuina sighed.

Nightmare ignored Kuina, turning to look at the zombie and grumbling to himself, "Oh go crawl in a corner and go to hell already you pile of dead flesh."

"That's awfully hypocritical of you! You know, you're half dead!" Kuina scolded in her bright peppy voice.

"You are too!!!"

"I didn't even touch the machine." Nightmare defended himself, actually speaking this time. Technically, that was true, but, really, in the end, he was the culprit. Nightmare's shadow split in two, with Kuina's pushing Nightmare's shadow aside and chirping from the ground, "But thanks! We'll go and get the parts!"

"Forget that." Nightmare's shadow swallowed up Kuina's, "Better things to do then those stupid chores." Nightmare's shadow split in two again, except this time, the other half stood up, and both shrunk to half the normal size of a human shadow, indicating that neither shadow was Kuina's but both were once one, "He'll help you." Nightmare said, "He follows almost every order he gets."

Why the generous mood? Well, of course, Nightmare would have an immense headache due to Kuina's nagging if he didn't help in the slightest bit, of course. Munching on the last bite of meat, Nightmare trudged up the stairs to find the darkest corner of the tower and laze.

~ + ~

"Is that all of it?" Remlik asked the Cat's Claw plant that was holding up the pictures in front of the security camera's, "Did I miss anything?" Out of the six vines holding the pictures, a seventh one grew from the root and crawled over to look at Remlik's collection. Three floppy disks, all of them pitch black with silver disks in the middle, "Good, I was hoping I wouldn't have to do any more searching. Now help me clean up." He fished through his pockets and held up a large, thick black seed in his palm, before crushing it in his fist. Smooth green vines snaked out of his hand and re-arranged the disks that had been in the vault earlier in the same position.

Another five picked up the dead guard and stuffed his body in the trashcan out back, while two picked up a little pocket change for Remlik himself. More then just a little, but still, not so much that it would be so prominent that the minute someone walked in, they would go, 'bank robbery!'

"Well now, I think our job here is done," Remlik smiled and locked up whatever he'd unlocked, and walked out, the Cats Claw vines hanging the keys on the inside around one of the doorknobs. It would be impossible to get inside the locked bank until somebody found those keys, hanging where they were. Or if they broke in. Remlik sorely hoped that they would do the latter. It would cause enough confusion for everything to be a little less hectic right in the morning. Disappearing into the dark alleyways, the street lights blinked back on, flickering every now and then, as the plants that had cut the electricity to the alarms, the cats claw that was in the very corner of the lobby, and the plants on the doorknob that had suffocated the guards, slowly yellowed and died.

Taking his time as he walked through the halls of Slade's hideout, Remlik took the longest most complicated route through the building. It would be a pain to kill anyone who might've followed him. Might as well let him die getting lost. Then, as Remlik quietly opened the door, he held each floppy disk in his right hand like a hand of cards, hiding his mouth behind them as he showed his work to Master Slade.

"Good work." Master Slade tapped the table that had been put in front of him for the disks themselves, and Remlik quickly placed each of them in front of Master Slade, spacing them evenly for a good clean view, "That's enough for tonight. I have something I want you and a few other's to do tomorrow."

"Of course Master Slade." Remlik tilted his head forward and left. It was just a habit, to call Slade, 'Master Slade'. He'd given him the opportunity to be apart of this entire mystery, which was already asking so much. Master Slade was probably still thinking about who would be best to go on this mission, especially since Vidane, Remlik, however you referred to him, wasn't exactly the most successful thinker when things went wrong. Retrieving the disks was one of the rare, and few times that Remlik had done everything smoothly. And one of the rare, few times that he got a mission without anyone accompanying him, or even a mission in general. But then again, it was a very low ranked mission as per it's difficulty. He certainly could think of a very good solution, but Remlik wasn't exactly the most motivated or reliable of the lot, and rarely put that much effort into his missions.

 

[Dark Night]

I walked around the town. 'All I have to do is a few simple things.' I reached the Tower. "So this is where the new Titans live." I disgusted smirk crossed my face. I walked toward what I could sense was the entrance. I formed the black force feilds around my feet and hands. I started kicking nad punching the building. The building started to shake. 'That ought to give them a nice little wake up call!' My white teeth showed as a gigantic smile formed.

I left the Titan tower alone and explored the city. I could hear all the people yelling and honking as they passed by me. 'So primitive people! No wonder Slade wants them gone!' I used my sense to find my way to the main bridge, the perfect place to cause destruction! When I reached the bridge, I jumped up ontop of the bridge, seeing everything in an evil, blind persons sight. "Slade said to cause a little chaos, so lets!" I yelled at the cars passing down below. I felt for the cables and used my black force feilds to break the cable off. The cables snapped down, flying toward the unsuspecting cars. As the cable hit, blocks of cement came flying up, hitting just about anything in a 100 radius. I continued to do this and the bridge bacame unstable. "What can you poor little weaklings to help them?! You Titans can't do a single thing!" I yelled a challenge to the Titans. I jumped down and continued to break apart the bridge. Useing my black force feilds, I found it's base and started to crack, then break it. At my last hit, the bridge foundation creaked, then toppled right over, taking all those on it with it. I was on the main street safe from any danger, listening to the bridge, cars, and people crash into the water. "More worthless people gone!"

I abandoned my little job of chaos and decided to head back to Slade's headquarters. 'Remilk should be back by now from his mission.' I felt the headquarter entrance and made my way towards Slade's voice. I stopped a minute and listended to what he was saying. 'So Remilk actually did something right?!' I snickered to myself and entered the room. I leaned against the wall and waited for the conversation to finish. "So who are you sending Slade?" I interuppted him as he finished talking. "All of us are so very curious."
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Is that better?

 

[Loki]

OOC: Hmm...lets not make things happen quite so fast, all in one post Dark Night. o o;

Like, you could've elaborated on the trip from titans tower, to the bridge, and you could've described in more detail what you did to the bridge. And, go ahead and keep the last part with Slade, >D I have something in store, but I'm going to wait for everyone else to post.

But, you really do need to slow down your posts. Regardless if it's more then the limit, I don't really like posts that jump all over the place. It's not a race, we can wait.

 

[Shadowfaith]

'Twang'

'Twang'

'Twang'

'Crash!'

"Gah, stupid guitar! Why won't you tune!"

She was not in a good mood, but that could easily change within the next two minutes. Her guitar wouldn't tune and therefore she could not drown herself in her music. The fridge seemed it was on the frits again and so eating was out of the question and on top of that, the two walking corpses seemed to be having an argument. It was turning out to be a great day as usual.

Shadowflare sighed and flung herself bank into the plush cushions of the sofa. She picked up the remote and began lazily flicking through the channels to see if anything was on. Apparently the only thing that was one that sprung her interest was a repeat of a movie she had already seen the night before. She turned it off and flung the remote to the floor next to her guitar.

"Off up stairs again Nightmare?" Shadowflare asked only turning her head when Nightmare was directly behind her, passing on her way to no doubt some dark corner of the tower. Shadowflare tilted her head in mock curiosity. "Aww, and I was so hoping we could play something together. I was thinking…" She conjured a ball of flame in her palm and tossed it up and down, "…fireball. I'm it, waddya say?" She grinned and prepared to throw the fireball.

"Or, we could fight. My chakrams haven't had a good work out in days and my powers are starting to get rather bored cooped up within my form and all. Not vary fair on them, eh?" She pulled her best puppy dog eyes and even managed to whimper…well she was half canine so it wasn't very hard for her.

She rolled her tongue piercing between her teeth. It was an annoying habit, but she just couldn't help it. "C'mon Nightmare! Your bored, I'm bored and there's sod all else to do around here. Heck I'm gonna start burning the place down if I don't get some action soon. My guitar is wrecked, there's nothing on TV and even you know the fridge is a damned pain to open at the moment. Look!"

She transformed into the black wolf and pounced from her post on the sofa. She curled her form around Nightmares legs and looked up with her with a hopeful face. 'I'll even fight you in my wolf form, y'know I'm weaker when I'm like this, its an easy battle for you…pleeeeease!'

 

[Stantler]

"YOU FREAK'IN PUNK!" A loud shout could be heard. The voice comes from an angry teen with a deep voice.

Suddenly a man with a Mohawk wearing jeans and a green shirt could be seen thrown across the ground. He landed hard on wooden planks by others wearing street clothes and look like punks as well. Ships and cargo bays could be seen behind them, they must be around Jump City's harbor. The man coughs and then blood could be seen, he holds his mouth with his hands. He seems to be unable to get up as if he has been struck by a truck. As he lays there shaking a figure could be seen walking towards him, it's big and mean. Then the person could be seen clearly, street jacket, torn jeans, a giant fist on a shirt, and a face of just complete anger... it's none other than Harvey or as he is known as "Impact." Impact picks up the man with one hand, the bottom of the man's pants begins to grow wet, and he is trembling in fear.

"So you're the boss of the thugs around here? Huh? HUH?!" Impact grew meaner. It doesn't look like he'll be holding back on this guy.

"L-Listen man..." The punk stutters, "I-I-I'll give y-you what-ever y-you want... ANYTHING!" He tries to plead.

Impact stares at him and laughs, "Humph, get out of my FACE!" He yells as he then throws the man far away into the ocean. He then went into the pockets of the other thugs he beaten up and wasn't ashamed at all to pickpocket them for all they are worth, he made himself some money and got a watch that he could sell later for some dough, not bad.

"Is that it? Is this all this city's got?" Harvey thought to himself.

He cracked his fists following the neck and walked around the harbor more knocking things away from his path. He does this just to cause trouble, just to see what would happen. To think that this guy is a supposed superhero, he acts nothing like the sort. The sea breeze picks up; it's cold and makes his day even chillier then how it already was. Harvey then thinks to himself if the kids back at the pad or the tower have any good news, good news meaning some people that need to be taken care of, however he decided to not go back to base. Why should he? He figured he's never around there anyway most of the time, why try making an effort now? He prowls the streets like a dog searching for some gangs, thugs, anything that needs a good beating to keep him occupied.

Some time passed, it seems that no one is strong enough to give Harvey a good challenge, finding a good fight these days are so difficult for him. Maybe joining the titans or the "kids" as he calls them is just a waste of time, either way he really has nothing better to do, maybe something will in fact come up. He wanders around again; it seems that he is still at the docks. Nothing seems too important here until he saw something, it could of been his imagination but he could of sworn he just saw a girl appear out of nowhere. She is a short girl; then again most people are short compared to Harvey, with short blonde hair wrapped in a bright blue turban. This girl wears a lot of bright colors as he noticed that she is wearing some bright red gem also. She must be around his age, maybe a year younger, Harvey squinted when looking at her, and he couldn't get a good look at her face though since he was a bit far from where she stood. All he was able to pick up was just the funky clothes she is wearing. Harvey laughed and decided to say something stupid to this chick before he continued walking again,

"NICE CLOTHES CIRCUS FREAK! WHY DON'T YOU MAKE ME AN ANIMAL BALLOON, CLOWN? HAHAHA! MAKE WITH THE BALLOONS CLOWN!" Harvey laughed.

He couldn't help but mock the girl, she did dress rather excessive. But, Harvey didn't really mean much by his comment; he's just being a jerk. But that's how he gets his kicks it seems, so let the kid have fun. He then continued to walk, he went a bit into the city and just stood in place and looked up past the buildings to see the tower, it wasn't too hard to miss. It's a giant tower shaped as a "T" it stuck out of the rest of the buildings in the city like a sore thumb.

"Eh...." Harvey sighed; he wondered if he really does belong to such a tacky little group. Tacky, that word stuck to him, he turned around to see that chick again, and she's still in view since he isn't that far from the docks now and laughed some more at the crazy clothes she wore.

 

[Loki]

"....." Nightmare sighed, saying, "Just wait, I bet you anything we're going to get a midnight call in three seconds." He counted to himself. 1...2...3... Okay fine, maybe three seconds was a bit overexaggerating, but he didn't want to wear himself out in case of another 'justice serving massacre- er, jail round-up'.

"Very well, I'll play fireball with you." Nightmare nestled himself underneath the kitchen table and stretched out his shadow so that it covered him entirely. His shadow repeated what he said to ShadowFlare, "But, you have to find me first." He said sarcastically, deciding this was as dark as it would get, slipping from his own shadow's arm into Ace's shadow, and waiting patiently to see if ShadowFlare could guess whether Nightmare was napping in Ace's shadow, or her own. The black blob that was once the last half of Nightmare's shadow disappeared, and so he waited.

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OOC: Ahhhh, crap post. Sorry, I just can't imagine Nightmare running around, and since so far, you two are the only one's around, there's only two shadows to hide in. -_-

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Will edit with Remlik later on.

 

[Shadowfaith]

The canines face fell. "You're going to hide!? But, how am I gonna get you if all you do is hide in the shadows? Y'know I can only manipulate fire, no matter what my name says. It's not fair Nightmare." She crouched low and readied herself for a pounce. "But don't get me mistaken, it doesn't mean I'm not going to TRY!" With that she pounced off up to Ace, threatening to take the young boy down with her, but instead the pounced on his shadow and began to feel around for any sign of Nightmare.

"I know you're in there!" She cooed, trying her best to gnaw at the shadow, but failing miserably in her attempts. "Aww, come on Nightmare…I just wanna play!" It was said that Shadowflare got oddly playful when she was bored, but that never really meant that she was going to play nice with her playmates. Her wolf form proved all the more menacing. "Y'know hiding in shadows is cheeting…you don't seem me hiding away in the fire place do you?"

Giving up on gnawing at Ace's shadow, she instead transformed into her human self and readied a fireball in her palm. "It's not gonna hurt or anything…okay maybe a sting, but fireball…well…my version of fireball is all about using manoeuvres." She growled "Not hiding!" With that she let the fireball fly onto Ace's shadow in hopes that it would at least spook the shadow crawler.

Ace was probably either highly amused or terrified at the abuse being waged upon his shadow. After all, what had poor Ace done to deserve this treatment? Shadoflare blinked and grinned at the stunned teen. "Fancy playing, Ace? It'll pass the time until that call we all know is going to happen comes in. Waddya say!?"

(OOC- OMGODZ! The shortness of it all!!! woe is me!)