Originally posted by Maleficus"You say that as if you're so sure of yourself. I know someone who probably won't talk to me again. We haven't communicated in so long, she's probably forgotten about me by now. Infact, everyone probably has." Beast Boy sighed and stood up. "We should get back inside."
Kel sighed. "I don't know... Things might start getting back to normal... but it's been so long that some of us might have changed." Kel said as he counted the stars. Kel thought he saw something new in the sky, but he ignored it. "Don't worry about it too much though... no matter how much we might have changed, we're still friends."
As he made his way towards the staircase downwards into the tower, Beast Boy took one last glance upwards at the night sky. He sighed once more, making his way down the steps.
Re: Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly!
Originally posted by K TragedyTom felt his heart rush as Angel kissed him, it was a sensation that he had fought hard to feel again. A small tear ran down Tom's cheek, he had finally made it, he could barely contain his emotions. "I love you." Tom whispered, his mind to enthralled to think of anything else. Tom was back and he wasn't going to leave for a long time.
The meadow she lay sprawled in was blissful. The flowers matching the moon's beautiful face as if carved from her bosom and implanted into their coloration. It was a dye that many lusted for, but could never obtain. These flowers had once been called myths. What flower could possibly take the moon's beauty for its own? What plant had such talent that it could mimic the face of the lovely maiden? Few believe they ever existed, but this gorgeous face proved otherwise. Those petals that kissed the lunar orb so perfectly were defying all disbelief. They were claiming their own reality and savoring its sweet taste.With her gown of white still wrapped around her body, she glanced up at the stars, swearing that each tiny little speckle was singing. A lullaby that left her heart in a still beat, her breath in a calm wave, her essence locked within a locket where she trusted it would remain safe... The breeze caressed her cheek, rubbing against her pallid skin. Her tresses of brown hair graced across her face, an occasional strand brushing over her lips; lips of soft pink and crimson color. They were pursed, deep within her thoughts as she looked at that choir of twinkling specks.
How long had it been, she wondered. How long had it been since she'd been kissed? How long had he been gone from her side? How long had he left her alone in the world? How long... How long ago was it that she'd held his lifeless body in her hands? Where was he? Where was her love, her life, her very being? He was her other half. Without him, she felt hollow as if gutted out with something so precious to her no words would explain it.
Just as she reached up, her digits outstretched to take the moon in her hand and press her lips to it for some sort of redemption... A voice came to her ears. A pressure had been placed against her scarlet lips, leaving her slightly startled. Had the moon been so bold to kiss her? No. It still hung timidly within the sky. Then, what had done it? The voice returned and she was jerked from that meadow, falling into the soil to sink against a darkened abyss.
Her eyes opened, revealing the two azure gems locked within that sea of milky whiteness. Her pupils were wide, trying to fixate on the face of the silhouette above her. The breeze came again, sending his intoxicating perfume back into her lungs. With her eyes narrowing, she peered into that face. His features made her gasp. It.. It couldn't be...!
[b]"Tom?"
A moment's pause. She had to make sure this wasn't a dream. With her digits moving carefully to his face, she touched his cheek lightly and ran her palm over the smooth surface. Had he truly returned? Had he really... Was he really there beside her? Was he back from where she could never hold him again?
"Oh Tom!"
With tears collecting in her eyes, she flung her arms around him, hugging onto him with the droplets of her happiness rolling down her face. Kissing his cheek and wherever she could reach, she pulled away to look into his eyes. At that moment, she didn't care how he'd returned to her. She didn't care if it were a dream or not. She didn't care if she was insane. She was seeing him!
Gently cupping his cheek, she eased forward to press their lips together. Her hand fell from his face, moving to wrap around his neck and deepen the embrace their lips held. Never again... She was never going to lose him. Despite the young one, still inside her womb, she pressed herself as close to him as she could. She couldn't stop herself from ending that kiss. She wanted it to last forever. She had him back... Her breath, her glow, her life, her love, her Tom... [/B]
Kel sighed as Beast Boy left. "I guess I was right... There has been a lot of change." Kel said to himself as he stood up and walked inside.
(Heres hoping that I can propose a new character that is in no way my creation, but that of the Image comic universe. Badrock. Really, he's only 16 so I'm assuming that makes him elligable to be a titan.)
Name: John McCall
Alter-Ego: Badrock
History: Thomas John McCall was an average under-achieving 16-year-old teenager. When he swallowed a vial of top secret genetic material in his father's lab, a startling transformation occurred and McCall's body became a mass of granite-like organic rock. He is 8'0" tall and weighs 1800 lb. He possess super strength and a near invulnerable rock carapace. But inside this mountain-like hero is a gentle soul with a heart of gold. Badrock has a lot of power at his fingertips, but still is mentally immature.
Abilities: Superhuman strength and durability, enhanced reflexes. His granite-like skin makes him nearly invulnerable
Attitude: All for parties and fun any time of the day, but will re-arrange the face, limbs, and major bodily organs of anyone who tries to hurt his friends.
Originally posted by Muck101(That sounds pretty cool... like the thing only younger.)
(Heres hoping that I can propose a new character that is in no way my creation, but that of the Image comic universe. Badrock. Really, he's only 16 so I'm assuming that makes him elligable to be a titan.)Name: John McCall
Alter-Ego: Badrock
History: Thomas John McCall was an average under-achieving 16-year-old teenager. When he swallowed a vial of top secret genetic material in his father's lab, a startling transformation occurred and McCall's body became a mass of granite-like organic rock. He is 8'0" tall and weighs 1800 lb. He possess super strength and a near invulnerable rock carapace. But inside this mountain-like hero is a gentle soul with a heart of gold. Badrock has a lot of power at his fingertips, but still is mentally immature.
Abilities: Superhuman strength and durability, enhanced reflexes. His granite-like skin makes him nearly invulnerable
Attitude: All for parties and fun any time of the day, but will re-arrange the face, limbs, and major bodily organs of anyone who tries to hurt his friends.
Originally posted by Raven_959(I'm pretty sure it's fine for you to join. Have you posted your character yet?)
(( helloo!! can i join? ))
(( And heres hoping that it's okay for me to start posting. Im horribly bored.))
Young John McCall did his best to not be noticeable, sticking to back alleys garbed in a trenchcoat that could blanket atleast ten kids his age easily. Thankfully, the only attention he recieved on his trek to the Titan tower, was given to him by a few homeless, asking for a light. "Nah man, I'm not even old enough to smoke." The horribly confused looks made him chuckle. And, as is the case when any teenager is having fun somewhere he shouldn't, things all went to hell.
"No! Get away from me!"
Allright. Young girl screaming? check. The boy of stone threw off his coat, and stood in all his glory. Calling him a statue wouldn't be too far from the truth. "Hah! It's hero-time, baby." Badrock droped down into a three-point stance, and launched himself down the dank and dark alley, punishing not-so-evil-doing dumpsters and trash cans alike. "Aw man... I hope they don't make me pay for those." Anyway, back to business. Luckily the scream came from a very attractive blonde. "Score!" As for the cause of the dramatic shriek, an apparent speed-freak needed money for his next fix, and a full purse looked pretty damn good. Sadly, when he turned to run, he was met by an eight foot tall brick wall, with a fist just as hard. Now came the part where the hero gets a kiss! "Hell... She fainted." Trying to dial 9-1-1 on a payphone was out of the question. So, why not get the police to come to him another way? Time to get his 'monster' on. A bolt out into the open fallowed by a mighty roar, and some chest pounding, should get some calls to the police. As long as he didn't stop traffic or hurt anyone, he didn't imagine he'd be arrested. And hey, maybe someone would call the Titans! All the less traveling he'd need to do.
name: Garaa of the sand
age: 13
gender: male
power: control sand and make more sand out the minerals of rock and earth
bio: Prior to Gaara's birth, Sunagakure saw a series of budget cuts that made it difficult for the village to operate. As a result, Gaara's father ordered Chiyo to seal the One-Tailed Shukaku within Gaara during his birth in the hopes that he would become the ultimate weapon for the village. Because a sacrifice was needed, Gaara's mother, Karura, was used. Before she died, Karura cursed Sunagakure, hoping Gaara would avenge her death.
Gaara was trained by his father, but raised mainly by his uncle, Yashamaru. Because of the power of Shukaku, the villagers of Sunagakure hated and feared Gaara, seeing him only as the monster sealed within him. For a time, Yashamaru seemed to be the only person who cared about him; when he would mistakenly harm others due to the subconscious abilities granted to him by Shukaku, Yashamaru would be the only one who understood that Gaara hadn't intended to harm anyone. Gaara's father, however, did not see him in the same light, and viewed his frequent attacks upon villagers as a result of a failed experiment that was a threat to the village.
Because of the danger Gaara represented, his father began sending assassins to kill him, though when all attempts met with failure, the Kazekage asked Yashamaru to kill Gaara. As a result, Yashamaru tried to assassinate Gaara, though Gaara's abilities defeated him with ease. Although Gaara tried to dismiss this attack as an order of the Kazekage, Yashamaru corrected him by saying that he had willingly accepted the mission. Having never truly loved Gaara, Yashamaru hoped that killing him would avenge the death of his sister, who had named Gaara after the phrase "a self-loving carnage" a sign of her hate for Garra. he lost the only person he thought had cared for him
personality: lives for only his self and loves only his self
(sry for long post 😄 ))
Originally posted by Muck101Kel had heard the alarm and ran to help as fast as he could. The computer hadn't specified what was happening, just where the disturbance was. So when he got to the scene, Kel assumed the giant stone-like creature was responsible for causing the ruckus. Kel darted towards the giant, rocky man and grabbed his arm. Kel pulled as hard as he could and lifted the stone-like creature above his head. "I know you ain't trying to cause trouble in my town." Kel said as he tossed the stone man down the street. "Do yourself a favor and get out of here before I get mean!" Kel said, motioning for the rocky thing to leave.
(( And heres hoping that it's okay for me to start posting. Im horribly bored.))Young John McCall did his best to not be noticeable, sticking to back alleys garbed in a trenchcoat that could blanket atleast ten kids his age easily. Thankfully, the only attention he recieved on his trek to the Titan tower, was given to him by a few homeless, asking for a light. "Nah man, I'm not even old enough to smoke." The horribly confused looks made him chuckle. And, as is the case when any teenager is having fun somewhere he shouldn't, things all went to hell.
"No! Get away from me!"
Allright. Young girl screaming? check. The boy of stone threw off his coat, and stood in all his glory. Calling him a statue wouldn't be too far from the truth. "Hah! It's hero-time, baby." Badrock droped down into a three-point stance, and launched himself down the dank and dark alley, punishing not-so-evil-doing dumpsters and trash cans alike. "Aw man... I hope they don't make me pay for those." Anyway, back to business. Luckily the scream came from a very attractive blonde. "Score!" As for the cause of the dramatic shriek, an apparent speed-freak needed money for his next fix, and a full purse looked pretty damn good. Sadly, when he turned to run, he was met by an eight foot tall brick wall, with a fist just as hard. Now came the part where the hero gets a kiss! "Hell... She fainted." Trying to dial 9-1-1 on a payphone was out of the question. So, why not get the police to come to him another way? Time to get his 'monster' on. A bolt out into the open fallowed by a mighty roar, and some chest pounding, should get some calls to the police. As long as he didn't stop traffic or hurt anyone, he didn't imagine he'd be arrested. And hey, maybe someone would call the Titans! All the less traveling he'd need to do.
Am I Usable?
Three words... Who would've guessed that three words could make her melt so fast? She had held herself strong for far too long. She'd stared out that balcony window every night, craving for him to say those three words. She needed to hear his voice. Yet, each and every night, only the wind would whisper to her. She had never felt so lonely.
Now she had him back. She had those words striking her tympanums and her heart shivering with excitement. Oh they'd missed out on so much! She rapidly thought of the activities they'd do together. They'd go to the park, get some dinner, cuddle under the stars... It would be just like before. It'd be perfect... So very perfect.
"I love you, too."
Her whisper was soft, as if he'd fade away when she spoke those words in return to him. Pressing her face into his chest, she took a large, calming drag of his scent. He smelled so good to her. It was almost intoxicating. Running her hand down his chest, she felt his muscle still there and blushed slightly. He'd always had a good body to her. It was attractive. No, not attractive. She dared even call it hot. And the best part about it was that Tom was her's. No one else's... He was her's.
With a smile she took his hand and placed it against her stomach. Holding his wrist lightly, she let him feel the child moving inside of her. She wanted him to feel that life. She wanted him to know what she carried. She couldn't have the baby without him there. She'd sworn to never deliver it into the world without a father. And that father had to be Tom.
"Feel it? It kicks. A lot. Sometimes it even wakes me up. I can see it if I lay back, but it's uncomfortable. Oh Tom..."
Her hand left his wrist, moving to cup his cheek with tears coming into her eyes. She shut them tightly, a rush of droplets running down her cheeks. Falling against his chest, she started to sob out, her hands gripping his shirt with each choking cry.
"I... It's so hard to believe you're back. I keep thinking you're going to leave. I keep seeing your grave and feeling how lonely I am... I.. I missed you so much. Promise me you won't leave me again? Please, Tom? Please give me your vow?"
She pulled away from his chest, staring into his face wide-eyed with terror. She couldn't live if he left her a second time. She loved him. She couldn't lose him again. She wouldn't...
"Oh Tom..."
Originally posted by K Tragedy((original? isn't this teen titans (including made up characters)not that gaara is a made up character but still i have to play as original TT character, oh well what characters are still open?))
[ Sorry, doll. Not going to fly. Use [b]original characters. Placing Gaara in a Teen Titans RPG is not going to work. Try again. ] [/B]