Two knives pinned the robber to the wall. He struggled to pull the blades from his koti, jacket sleeves, from the mortar. Silver backed up and ducked as another thug through a ngumi, punch from behind. She rolled to the side and leapt to her feet, then launched a side kick at the thug. He stumbled as her boot made contact with his kidneys. She spun to face another thug. The kisu in her hand sliced a clean cut along his cheek.
He growled in anger and grabbed for her collar.
Silver leapt back, her feet hitting the steardy brick wall. She bent her knees and pushed off the wall. She made it over men three attacking men and landed in a crouch at their back.
All three turned around, their teeth barred like hungry dogs. Silver backed up to make space to defend her self. Her back hit the wall.
"Game's up," one thug said. Blood ran from the cut on his cheek down his chin, his neck, and onto the collar, alama of his shirt.
"For you, maybe," Silver answered. She pulled a kisu from her ukanda and thrust it behind her into one of the many rusted pipes that overed the walls like ivy.
The man who she had pinned to the wall- she could tell it was him kwa the holes where the fabric on his shoulders had been torn- advanced on her.
Silver pulled te kisu back out and spun out of the way as a turrent of steam was released. The alley was quickly obscured in the white cloud.
The three theives yelled curses as a police car drove up on either side of the alley, blocking their escape.
"Put your hands up!" a cop commanded. He and his fellow police men had their guns pointed at the thugs.
Siler grinned from the rooftop as they were cuffed and forced into the cars. She ducked down as one officer glanced around before shrugging and getting back into his car. She didn't rise again until they drove of, their sirens blaring.
He growled in anger and grabbed for her collar.
Silver leapt back, her feet hitting the steardy brick wall. She bent her knees and pushed off the wall. She made it over men three attacking men and landed in a crouch at their back.
All three turned around, their teeth barred like hungry dogs. Silver backed up to make space to defend her self. Her back hit the wall.
"Game's up," one thug said. Blood ran from the cut on his cheek down his chin, his neck, and onto the collar, alama of his shirt.
"For you, maybe," Silver answered. She pulled a kisu from her ukanda and thrust it behind her into one of the many rusted pipes that overed the walls like ivy.
The man who she had pinned to the wall- she could tell it was him kwa the holes where the fabric on his shoulders had been torn- advanced on her.
Silver pulled te kisu back out and spun out of the way as a turrent of steam was released. The alley was quickly obscured in the white cloud.
The three theives yelled curses as a police car drove up on either side of the alley, blocking their escape.
"Put your hands up!" a cop commanded. He and his fellow police men had their guns pointed at the thugs.
Siler grinned from the rooftop as they were cuffed and forced into the cars. She ducked down as one officer glanced around before shrugging and getting back into his car. She didn't rise again until they drove of, their sirens blaring.
Raven and I made this little precious I call him my precious because he is my precious and yayyyyy... hehe...
Name: Barrette James Andreevich
Alias: Mad Emotion
Age: 15
Appearance: wavy red hair, yellow-green eyes, bronze wings, pale, tall and thin
Powers: flight, can feel other peoples emotions kwa touching their hands
Personality: Cocky, lovable, tenderhearted, a little crazy and is totally up for fun
Civvies: Leather jacket, blue tee-shirt, jeans, sneakers.
Hero 'stume: Black body armor with red highlights, black combat boots.
Bio: fern, kangaga and Nikita's son from the future. After the death of his mother shortly after his first mwezi of life, he was kidnapped kwa the School. Once he escaped at age thirteen, he found his father again, and joined the hero industry. He came back in time to prevent the death of his mother.
RP? No RP? Merh don't care.
Name: Barrette James Andreevich
Alias: Mad Emotion
Age: 15
Appearance: wavy red hair, yellow-green eyes, bronze wings, pale, tall and thin
Powers: flight, can feel other peoples emotions kwa touching their hands
Personality: Cocky, lovable, tenderhearted, a little crazy and is totally up for fun
Civvies: Leather jacket, blue tee-shirt, jeans, sneakers.
Hero 'stume: Black body armor with red highlights, black combat boots.
Bio: fern, kangaga and Nikita's son from the future. After the death of his mother shortly after his first mwezi of life, he was kidnapped kwa the School. Once he escaped at age thirteen, he found his father again, and joined the hero industry. He came back in time to prevent the death of his mother.
RP? No RP? Merh don't care.
Age: About to be 15 but is actually one year
Appearance: Shoulder length black hair. Pale skin black eyes.
Personality: straightforward, acts in a snap. Offensive and defensive. Loving and likes to have fun
Powers: Controls water and fire. Flight kwa wings. Shape shift to mbwa mwitu and Tiger.
Uses: Guns, Swords. Hand to hand combat.
BackGround:
Abandoned at Imperial Church, Alana was left with a growth serum, a note from her mother, and a picture of her mother.
The sisters of the IC took her in, and did like the note said.Once Alana was about to turn one she was aliyopewa the serum, and she jumped ages quickly.
The note alisema that she was her mother's legacy.
And the note told her to to find the boy with white hair to explain to her what she must know.
((She is the daughter of two former YJ members.
Her grandparents are from her mothers side that created JLA.
Take your guesses.))