Meet Dexter...

( This is the first of a series of Bio's aimt to explian, companion caraters thad play a part in storys i write, and who therwise micht not get thad explanation.
Beceas they are companion and not full blown OC's, these Bio's micht be sorther than normal.)

General

Full Name: Boris Ivanof
Nickname: None
Reason for nickname:
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Place of Birth: Saint Petersburg
Birthday: 15.3.1982
Currently living in: Gotham
Species/Race: Human
Ethnicity: Cacasian
Blood Type: A
Occupation: Bodyguard, Criminal.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Social Status: Higer midelclass.
Relationship Status: Singel
Status:...

There was a breathless silence between the boys. Even the lantern flame seemed to be frozen, unable to break the silence from its glass house.

"Wh...what?" Leon had finally found his voice.

"I'm sorry, I should have told wewe sooner. There was no time-"

"N-no."

"Sorry?"

"No." The small boy was suddenly on his feet. There was no where to run, but there was no hint of fleeing in his tense muscled and clenched fists. It was the lighting quick temper that Tommy recognized from both his sister and father. "No! wewe are lying."

"I'm not-"

"Yes, wewe are! I thought wewe were my ally."

"I'm not your ally, Leon......

I knooooow, I totally let this go bad on the back burner. But I had a few hours to kill on the 6 hours of plane rides to Alaska. Here's a long-ish passage of these cuties to make up for it, for anyone still interested~

Tommy was glad he had spent so many hours training in the snow with the jeeps. Speeding down a trail, winding between the trees, snowflakes blowing into the windshield. His mitch-matched eyes flickered to the rear view mirror, feeling relief at the empty path left behind, no sign of pursuing trucks. He turned his eyes back to the trail, then quickly glanced to the boy in the passenger...

Character’s Name, Nicknames, and Aliases
Naomi Piers. Nicknamed "Mel" au "Birdy". Aliases listed from most known to least: "Melissa Adams," "Joanna Heath," "Kylee Gillsburg," "Sarah Pike."

Age, Sex, Ethnicity
14, female, caucasian

Hair colour, Eye colour, Height, Weight
Hair is jet-black, eyes are zumaridi, zamaradi green. She is a muscular 5'9, 145lbs.

Scars, Birthmarks, Tattoos, Piercings and other Defining Features
Major scarring on arms, torso, legs, and face.

History

At birth, Naomi was pronounced dead. In reality, she was very much alive, and was taken to a School facility.

From the time she was taken to...

Can I post stuff that has nothing to do with any of my OC's au the fandom in general? I'm just going to anyways, but just heads up this is purely creative writing
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She didn’t know what to do. Sitting on her bed, she stared down at the single rose in her hand. It was short stemmed, the thorns neatly cut off so she wouldn’t get pricked. The petals were a light pink, still bright with color since morning when it was aliyopewa to her. She sighed, twirling the stem between her fingers. This girl, Haleigh, gave it to her. Haleigh seemed to be in upendo with her and she had no idea what to do about...

B/C wewe guys are probably UBER confused every time I talk about Bella...

Name: Bella Harmony Watson
Nicknames: Bells, Mercy

Age: 19 (as of January 2, 2014)

Alignment: Neutral

Powers: Previously able to create and control moto with her hands, her powers seem to have evolved to where she now can create moto with her mind. The only catch is that if she is not constantly focused, her powers take on a life of it’s own and will randomly spark fires on objects in her surroundings. Additionally, she is only able to be in direct contact with flame for no zaidi than a dakika au so. Her average body temperature...

Babylon followed closely behind Adrian's black robes with a serious face, her eyes baring holes into his skull, "Adrian, Ive been becoming extremely violent." she stated flatly.
"Oh have you?" Adrian replied as he looked around absently at the hall and the doors that lined them, some with ominous light and others temptingly open.
In annoyance Babylon moved her way to block his path, her hands on her hips, her stance inaonyesha obvious emotion. "Adrian! Im serious! I threatened to experiment on my friends, to kill them even. Im getting far zaidi violent then Ive ever been. Why? Why is this happening?"...

The Four Sons of Serenity

❀Life❀
Name: Asher
Age: No one knows
Hair: Black
Eyes: Emerald
Height: 5'11"
Relations: Oldest of the four brothers
Costume: A white suit of armor
Weapon Choice: He's able to give life to anyone and anything.
Personality: He's quiet, gentle, and merciful
Weakness': Death
Background: Unknown

☮Peace☮
Name: Calum
Age: No one knows
Hair: Long and blue and gray
Eyes: various colors
Height: 6'0"
Relations: He's the sekunde oldest of the four
Costume: A gray and blue suit with , black gloves, and his hair is tied into a ponytail
Weapon Choice: Waterbender and peacemaker...he's able to...

Name: Calypso Syntyche (Daughter of Thanatos: God of Death)

Age: 17

Birthday: December 17th

Height: 4’ 11”

Hair: Black, going halfway down her back

Eyes: Gray

Personality: Shy, doesn’t trust anyone

Handicaps: Terrible nightmares --> Psych Issues

Status: Single

Religion: Ancient Greek (Mythology)

Family: Mom – dead, no siblings that she knows of, and she met her dad once

Sexuality: Straight

Weaknesses: A small spot on the small of her back after she bathed in the River Styx

Strengths: Archery

Background:
-    Was born with the power to kill

-    Did not come...

I wrote this a while ago, figured wewe guys may (or may not) like to read it. I wrote it as Alek speaking to Tara. Voici!

"We left for freedom. For her freedom. "
"Whisper's?"
"Noëlle's, Whisper's daughter,” he corrected.
The one being told the story was taken aback, "You left because..."
"Whisper was pregnant,” he confirmed in the sort of tone a story teller held when about to relay a very long, very true story, "It was the plan. The entire plan.
“I was raised on knowledge. My father created me so that he could have full responsibility over my upbringing. He made sure that my trials and tests.....

"Aachoo!" she sneezed into her tissue. Her sneeze could be heard throughout the entire apartment. Zack came in a moment later with a bowl of soup.

"Here. Eat this." He gave her the bowl and kissed the juu of her head, making her face light up a bit.

"Thank you," Rene replied, her voice raspy and quiet, and she carefully blew on her supu and took a spoonful. "Mmm, yummy." He smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed, watching her eat her supu slowly. When she finished it, she set down the bowl and exchanged it for a tissue. The red head blew her nose as hard as she could, but she was still stuffed...

His raven hair dripped crimson blood to the mistreated battle field. The spear had long been removed from his head but the bleeding went with the hours that had passed in useless war. His breathing was slowing; he could hardly see the outline of who had been his king through his icy blue eyes. It was a bloody fight, all lives Lost except his and his king's. Now, he fought off the clouding death penetrating his senses.
“I had hoped for better with us.”
He smiled sadly at the word's his uncle spoke.
“As had I, my lord.”
“You tried to overthrow me and kill me. Treason is cause for death....

January 2, 2108

Julie walked around, looking into old rooms, finding items she had never seen before. The names and numbers were still on peoples doors. She tried looking for certain people her mother had spoken of from time to time. A few doors later, she saw a room that belonged to Alex. Julie remembered hearing about Alex, and managed to open the door into his room. It was covered in clothing, probably dirty from when he was alive. She saw a few pictures on his table, one was of him and Rene where he looked super annoyed and she looked very happy and silly. In his closet, clothes were hanging...

A vixen stood on the stage, adorning a black dress which fanned out, as pure white ruffles erupted from beneath the cloth. The ruffles hung to her feet and concealed her silver pumps.Lengthy silk hair, the color of death itself, cascaded and caressed her face and back. Her lips were painted black, matching the dark eye-shadow, sprinkled with glitter, on her lids. And as she leaned in and tapped the microphone with one gloved finger, all the men of the bar turned and looked upon her with hungry, lustful eyes.

One in particular stood out, his red eyes blazing as he looked the girl over. Shifting...

He sat in the cafe, looking at his watch. I wonder where she is? he thought to himself as he brushed a piece of his blonde hair out of his face. The kengele on the door rang and his eyes flickered over to it, and he saw his date. Her dark blue dress fluttered as she walked over to him, her black blazer covering her chest; but inaonyesha zaidi of her cleavage than usual. The dark haired girl stood in her track when she came to the table, her sneakered feet put together. The blonde boy stood up and pulled the chair out for her, which she awkwardly sat in.

"You look nice Amora," the boy told her in a...

In the white room all who were chained on the ukuta were now wide awake with a slitting headache watching Phifi, Jaivus, Melody and Nate. Who were still caught in the memories that made them venerable to Honesty and the other beetle's torture. Whether it was of their guilt, grief, sadness, au anger fueled into the memory it kept repeating on the screens over and over and in their heads. Their physical bodies ache from the torture Lelisa provide from the real world event in a scream au clinching of their fists. However, they still watch as
Snowflake and Honesty exchange series of blows on each...