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Fang's eyes opened, the male blinking rapidly before looking around. He shifted and winced, gripping onto the sheets. "Easy there." Chris alisema from the chair, smiling before standing and making his way over to the chair. "How wewe feeling?" He asked, sitting on the bed. "Like I died." Fang grumbled, looking at the IV's in his arms. "Still have your dry sense of humor.. So touch the IV's and I will knock wewe out." Fang gave his brother an annoyed look before sighing. "How long?" He asked, tilting his head to look up at Chris. "Give au take 6 months. It's probably take wewe that long to get back on your feet like normal.. But then again, you've already improved since we got back, and you've just been laying here.. wewe wanna sit up?" Fang gave a nod and took his brother's hand, pulling himself up, eyebrows pulling close from the pain. "You'll be sore, your injuries have hardly had time to heal." Chris said, sitting back in his chair. "Where's everyone else at?" Fang flexed his fingers before closing them back into a fist. "Well, Alex is, traumatized.. Scott is on his way, I've not got in touch with Devin yet.. Though I'm well satisfied she probably already knows." Chris shrugged, running his fingers through his hair. Fang turned and locked eyes with his brother, his head lowering slightly. The older of the two took a deep breath before beginning to explain.
"Your vision." Seraphs repeated again. "What did wewe see?" He asked, eyes narrowing on the trembling child. Shane was silent before shaking his head, backing away in his chair. Shane's father cleared his throat, arms crossing. "I think it's best if wewe leave for today." He stated and walked over, picking up the boy. Seraphs only chuckled, eying Shane out of the corner of his eye. "Fine.. But I will be back."
Trystan ran his fingers through his wet hair, rubbing off the clouded bathroom mirror with a sigh. He pulled on his bottoms, picking up the goggles off the bathroom sink, not realizing the bathroom door had opened. "He would have been proud wewe know.." The male's voice that came through the opening was soft, his eyes wandering over Trystan's face. "As am I." Trystan smiled, setting them down, "I'd like to think that.. But I believe he would have been even zaidi proud if he was alive." He frowned and looked back down, leaning on the sink. "Then, Zeal would have never saw the light of day." The male replied, moving to rest his shoulder on Trystan's shoulder. "There are some sacrifices that wewe have to make, love.. No matter the sour, wamekula taste it leaves behind."
Fang's eyes opened, the male blinking rapidly before looking around. He shifted and winced, gripping onto the sheets. "Easy there." Chris alisema from the chair, smiling before standing and making his way over to the chair. "How wewe feeling?" He asked, sitting on the bed. "Like I died." Fang grumbled, looking at the IV's in his arms. "Still have your dry sense of humor.. So touch the IV's and I will knock wewe out." Fang gave his brother an annoyed look before sighing. "How long?" He asked, tilting his head to look up at Chris. "Give au take 6 months. It's probably take wewe that long to get back on your feet like normal.. But then again, you've already improved since we got back, and you've just been laying here.. wewe wanna sit up?" Fang gave a nod and took his brother's hand, pulling himself up, eyebrows pulling close from the pain. "You'll be sore, your injuries have hardly had time to heal." Chris said, sitting back in his chair. "Where's everyone else at?" Fang flexed his fingers before closing them back into a fist. "Well, Alex is, traumatized.. Scott is on his way, I've not got in touch with Devin yet.. Though I'm well satisfied she probably already knows." Chris shrugged, running his fingers through his hair. Fang turned and locked eyes with his brother, his head lowering slightly. The older of the two took a deep breath before beginning to explain.
"Your vision." Seraphs repeated again. "What did wewe see?" He asked, eyes narrowing on the trembling child. Shane was silent before shaking his head, backing away in his chair. Shane's father cleared his throat, arms crossing. "I think it's best if wewe leave for today." He stated and walked over, picking up the boy. Seraphs only chuckled, eying Shane out of the corner of his eye. "Fine.. But I will be back."
Trystan ran his fingers through his wet hair, rubbing off the clouded bathroom mirror with a sigh. He pulled on his bottoms, picking up the goggles off the bathroom sink, not realizing the bathroom door had opened. "He would have been proud wewe know.." The male's voice that came through the opening was soft, his eyes wandering over Trystan's face. "As am I." Trystan smiled, setting them down, "I'd like to think that.. But I believe he would have been even zaidi proud if he was alive." He frowned and looked back down, leaning on the sink. "Then, Zeal would have never saw the light of day." The male replied, moving to rest his shoulder on Trystan's shoulder. "There are some sacrifices that wewe have to make, love.. No matter the sour, wamekula taste it leaves behind."
Height: 6'7
Weight: 95 pounds
Eyes: Red.
Hair: Black
Weapons: Pistol, hidden dagger.
History: Raised kwa the joker and abonded kwa
parents. Joker taught her evil, but she realized it was wrong and refused to continue. She still keeps close with him and visits him in jail. She joined the team and loved it. She had a demon haunting her and everyone got fed up. She walked away from it all before it went any futher. She has taken the path of evil. Her hair turned black and her eyes are permenently red from the hate she feels.
Powers: Teleportation, Flight(Wings), levetation, transformaition(Humans and animals.)
Skills: Good with guns.
Civies: Black turtleneck and jeans.
'Stume: Black turtleneck dress and mkufu with keys symbolising being the keeper of hell.
Secret ID: Adrian Martin
Age: 14
Appearance: about 5’8”, muscular but not super ripped, dirty blonde hair with a blue streak, one blue eye and one brown eye
Civvies: jeans, teeshirt, blue jean jacket, papa tooth necklace
Costume: civvies with sunglasses and wildly styled hair.
Personality: quiet, keeps to himself, a teeny bit egotistical when he talks, doesn’t like to talk to many girls, but does have a soft spot for some who seem down-to-earth
Powers: limited invulnerability, uses knives and blades, poison and explosives expert
Bio/History: He refuses to disclose this.
So.. yeah. That's me.