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Character Profile - DivebombCharacter Profile - Divebomb3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Name: Portia Kayla-Collingswood
Nickname: Divebomb (previously known as Powerglide and Swoop)
Gender: Female
Theme Song: Divebomb by Red Tape
Eyes: Brown/Green
Hair: Black
Height: 5'11" (180cm)
Weight: 64kg (141lbs)
Place of Birth: George Town, Grand Cayman, Cayman Islands
Current Residence: Surrey, England
Wrestling Style: Brawler
Biography:
A vibrant and socialable hero, Portia Collingswood is the life and soul of the party. In battle she's more at home swooping high in the sky, raining grenades on enemies or performing death-defying plunge dives with her arm blades. Above average in close combat, but usually hampered
The Traveler - Pt SevenThe Traveler - Pt Seven2 years ago in Settings More Like This
The Traveler: Dominic Cruz, aka Deimos
Chapter Seven: Second Coming
... Ten minutes from the Angel Falls city landfill...
It had not taken very long for the AFPD's Special Crime Unit to assign a trio of squad cars to head over and check out what they had heard from the guards and security forces over at the juvenile detention center and at the state penitentiary, since both buildings were in close proximity to the landfill's location. Reports of flashing lights, intense bursts of fire and energy, and powerful vibrations felt in the air and seen in the skies over the landfill had to be investigated as quickly as possible, an
Mindy Marvel ProfileMindy Marvel Profile4 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Name: Mindy Marvel
Alter-Ego: Melinda Bridget Crane
Identity: Public
Marital Status: Married (John Crane, Detective - Angel Falls Police Department)
Family:
Cecilia Crane (daughter)
Dr. Richard Doherty (father)
Karen Doherty (mother)
Michael Doherty (younger brother)
Current Occupation: Professor of Law - Pianosa Academy
Age: 31
Ht: 5'6"
Eyes: Green
Hair: Red
Hometown: Hill Valley
Base of Operations: Angel Falls
Group Affiliation: The Guardians
Personality type: Altruistic
Arch Enemy: Dark Inferna
Powers
Mindy is able to tap into the Earth's natural electrical field and is the source of her powers which include:
Super-Strength
Soviet Superwoman ReferenceSoviet Superwoman Reference4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Soviet Superwoman
Real name: Olga Xenia Yezhov
Age: 32 (born 1923 alternate Earth)
Height: 6 feet, 3 inches
Weight: 225 pounds
Eyes: Cold Blue
Hair: Short Black
Appearance: Tall and imposing, the Soviet Superwoman is a powerfully built amazon of a woman. Her body resembles a densely muscled, heavyweight-class female bodybuilder with ample curves.
Dimensions: 38DD-24-38
Place of Birth: Russian Soviet Federative Socialist Republic, USSR (alternate Earth)
Current Residence: Angel Falls, USA
Occupation: Former kolkhoz farmer, former старшина́ (Starshina) in the Soviet military, Hero
"Got Beef" Midori vs. Talbot"Got Beef" Midori vs. Talbot5 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Midori vs. Talbot
Midori sat motionless behind a rusted shipping crate. She shook her head and whispered into her sub-dermal vox unit, “You sure we’re after Talbot?” she asked, “He’s never been on our radar before.”
The rapid click of ancient keys rattled through the connection. Midori knew that Gene was going over his intel one more time. bless him, Midori thought again, he keeps checking
“Sorry Midi, this is clean, someone wants him brought in.” Gene answered.
“Are you sure you haven’t been hacked?” she asked quietly. An angry grunt and overly dramatic clearing o
Question Hour Episode 1: Felicia of DarkstalkersQuestion Hour Episode 1: Felicia of Darkstalkers1 year ago in Comedy More Like This
Question Hour: Episode #1: Felicia from Darkstalkers
The room was lit with light from all corners of the room, several people sitting around a round table. Two of them were dressed in suits to make them look like interviewers, the other, however, was a young Catgirl with long blue hair and beautiful green eyes. She wore no clothes, only having her body covered by beautiful snow white strips of fur. She was calmly sipping warm milk from a cup, smiling at her interviewers with a smile that said "I'm happy to be here".
Interviewer #1: Welcome, Ms. Felicia. It means a lot to us that we are able to have this interview with you.
Felicia: It's ve
on commuting with no hurrythere you goon commuting with no hurry3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
lighting matches in the rain,
walking with two feet
that the gods gave you
because they cannot walk,
heading home as if with news
of some miraculous disaster,
counting the steps between yourself
and the clouds that disappeared
behind the grey veil of October.
thunder and lightning unfold
so close above
and you dream of a destination
somewhere in the south
where birds and stormy weather coexist.
behind you there is nothing,
running water will erase
every footprint you have left
on the dark sand of this metropolis.
before you there is distance,
enough to live your life
in a constant state of travel,
but not n
The Solipsist's LotThere's something about yourself that you don't know. You probably don't remember the circumstances very well, but I do. If you enjoy things the way they are, if you revel in even the smallest speck of ignorance, you need not read ahead. I won't force you. But from what I know of you, you don't like secrets. Especially not when they are about you.The Solipsist's Lot1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
You see, when you were born, so at once was everyone else. Your mother, she sprang into existence, just like that, the instant your tiny infant brain achieved the smallest semblance of self-awareness. Woven out of the ethe
Survival of the IllestAre those hints of lemon I detect?Survival of the Illest6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Look, I'm just here to get wasted, don't try
to make it more than that.
I'd drink motor oil if I thought
it could get me high; chase it with a shot
of antifreeze
so
you can keep your survival instincts,
locked up
in that pretty velvet box (along with all
those other things
you thought you could convince yourself
you lived for). Instincts are the bare
bones of the impossibilities we wanted
to believe in,
remember,
those times you tried to tell me that
adrenaline was God's way
of saying
that
we were His chosen ones, we were
special, we were free.
I tried to tell you that instincts an
Stolen from :iconhikikomori00:Stolen from :iconhikikomori00:Stolen from :iconhikikomori00:2 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Be HONEST no matter what.
1. What is your natural hair color?
A brown black variety :)
2. Where was your ID pic taken?
At my hom-library LIBRARY xD
3. What's your middle name?
I has none *foreveralone*
4. Your relationship status?
Taaaken with my dear :iconhikikomori00: ^^
5. Honestly, does your crush like you back?
I dont think he did :(
6. What is your current mood?
Fine i guess
7. What's the color of your underwear?
*looks down* uhh..pink?
8. What is one thing that makes you happy?
Friends
9. Who was the last person you cuddled with?
No one unless u include virtual cuddling with my dear :D
10. If y
He returns chapter nine.He returnsHe returns chapter nine.3 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter nine
Fionna's POV:
I was breathing hard, running over the hills and sliding down them when I got to the top. "Marshal," I said, "I SAID WAIT!!" I was irritated but it was fun chasing after him. After a few minutes i saw him take off up into the clouds. I was confused and looking around to where he might have gone to. I stopped in my track.s, looking back and forth. I finally sighed and tried to run again but i couldn't. "W-what..?" I said. I looked down and I was off the ground. "EEEPPPP!?" I shrieked and held onto whatever had me by the arms.
Gumballs POV: (after he woke up and he picked up the picture again)
I flung that horrid picture across the room. "Bastard!!" I yelled. I remember why I hated him so.
~FLASHBACK TIME~
No ones POV:
February 14, valentines day.
Gumball had thrown a party for everyone he knew. Fionna
That Feeling.That Feeling.5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
That Feeling
You glance at me as you speak to her. Your heart isn't in the conversation as she tells you about the things she likes. Basically it's on me.
My heart isn't on my friend as I speak to her. We laugh and joke but I glance at you to see if you're still looking at me. Yes, yes you are.
Why does it have to be like this? We have never said any words to each other but we're falling into a big pit.
Like the one that I feel whenever I see her with you. My blood boils with envy, my fists clench up leaving cresent shapes on my palms, and my eyes appear darker.
And I see how you get when I smile and talk to another boy. You tense up and
Smiling and Thinking of YouSmiling and Thinking of You5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Smiling and Thinking of You
A loud commotion could be heard through the empty halls of where the G8 meeting was being held. Many people were speaking or rather yelling at each other. Or some weren't paying any attention to the ruckus.
For example, Italy Veneziano.
The Italian man was doodling on a scrap piece of paper and found himself thinking about pasta. He drew a bowl of pasta with steam coming off of it and colored in the sauce with red pen. Then he found his thoughts lingering on other things...
Tomatoes... Hmmm Fratello said Spain brought tomatoes from Messico.... Mmm... Messico... Italy thought and smiled. His thoughts rested on t
Dodici rose (ItalyxReader)Dodici rose (ItalyxReader)5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Doce Rosas
As the soft gentle rays from the sun began to seep in through the cracks in between the curtains that were closed to keep the light out, cloudy and blurry (e/c) eyes fluttered open. A woman smiled quietly at her clock as she acknowledged the fact that it was a Saturday morning. She stood up slowly and rubbed her eyes. When she recovered her sight, she got up from bed and streched as a small groan escaped her chapped lips. She shuffled over to her bathroom to take a quick shower and to get ready for a day in cleaning her home.
The woman, who is the protaginist of our small tale here, was named ___. She had (h/l) (h/c) hair that gl
Squardon J PrologueSquardron JSquardon J Prologue5 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Prologue
Yavin 4
Luke Skywalker scanned through the confidential Jedi dossiers on his desk. Today was very important. His decision would change the lives of eight people.
There was a knock on the door of his office. "Come in," Luke said as he got up to greet Jedi Jethro Jetflames. "Master Skywalker," Jethro greeted him in return with a cordial bow. An assistant led Jethro to a comfortable chair and left to get refreshments.
"I have a special assignment for you to consider, Jedi Jetflames," Luke paused to pull the pile of dossiers closer. "You're aware that we have some 'problem' Jedi in our ranks?"
"Yes Sir," Jethro answered
Sky's Edge (Story)Sky's Edge (Story)10 months ago in Drama More Like This
Cold. Near Death. Back Broken. Love Loss.
After the betrayal by her use to be best friend, Elizabeth Azure was forced to watch the death of her lover. Shots were fired, the smell of gun smoke filled the air around Elizabeth as she observes bullets blasting out of the barrel by the six gunmen shrouded in black flowing silk like black flames burning in the light. Her lover stood there taking it all in. He looks behind to make sure his beloved Elizabeth wasn't hurt. The passion in his eyes burned brighter than the bullets going through him. At those moments Elizabeth's Lover was immortal, the love in his heart made him have a steel guard agains
Boyish Charm the Novel: Chapter 3 Lea's Tale11 months ago in Introductions & Chapters
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Dreaming of YouDreaming of You2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dreaming of You
Late at night when all the world is sleeping, I stay up and think of you...
The moon shone high in the sky one night, letting it's gentle rays shine in the face of a sleeping young man. Unable to properly sleep, the man opened his eyes to reveal red crimson eyes. He blinked a few times before sitting up on his bed and streching out his sore limbs. A yawn escaped his pale pink lips as he looked around his room almost as if he was looking for something.
Gilbert sighed and scratched his head, feeling the soft silver hair through his fingers. He threw the covers off his body and got out of bed. Looking sleepy, he walked to his
Mad CowMad Cow7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Mad Cow - Metryx
T'kairido. It was the coming of age ceremony every Luatian Guardsman had to endure to prove himself not only worthy as a man, but brave and skilled enough to be respected as one of the country's great warriors. Tradition held that that on the pupil's seventeenth naming year, that he and his nest fellows would travel to the island mountains to capture a great beast to bring home and sacrifice to the great dragon gods on Stone Peak.
Ryko looked back to their catch, a buck minotaur of strong build and flat, w
There for youThere for you4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sometimes I'm a selfish fake.
You're always a true friend.
Crickets began to chirp their peaceful music as the silver moon shone high in the sky. The stars twinkled brightly, boasting its brightness for all the world to see. Wind blew gently and shook the trees with such care. Almost like the wind had a heart and didn't want to hurt or break the branches of the beautiful trees.
It was a peaceful night. A night when one would think everyone would be able to sleep through this night. Well, it wasn't that easy to be able to sleep through for a young teenager. That young teenager was named Hikaru. He found it very hard to sleep though he was wa
his hands are not like yoursii.his hands are not like yours2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
i cannot remember
what i should not forget
you are nothing, now,
but echoes.
i.
these shadows,
[hands]
peeling back layers
of bone. your hands--
cauterised nerves
and steel-edged gilding--
pry me apart
& i break
open.
ToreroTorero5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
De lunes a domingo voy desesperado,
El corazón prendido en el calendario,
Buscándote y buscando como un mercenario,
Tu dime donde estás que yo no te he encontrado.
"Antonio!" A voice interrupted the lovely stumming of a guitar on a lazy August afternoon. Antonio, who had been called, turned his head to meet beautiful brown eyes , making his heart leap in his chest. There was only one known female who had the power to make him feel like a silly school girl with a crush. Maria Ramirez, the human personification of the Latino country Mexico. Antonio represented the country of passion, Spain. A big grin formed on his face as he stood up rapidly
Bury Me (In White)"I'm living backwardsBury Me (In White)2 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
so bury me
in white:--
I will reclaim
my purity."
iii.
The funeral is a small affair, ungarnished and over early. There mainly out of obligation and the need to be seen doing the right thing, the mourners are a motley assortment of relatives who are quick to kiss cheeks, and even quicker to take their leave. None of them felt the need to dissect this empty place in our lives that he once filled, and after only 2 hours, the only people remaining at the gravesite are myself, my sister, and the empty cage of his decaying bones, buried deeply beneath our feet.
Her fingers are swollen, like her face, and we both know she w
Inconsolable: Chapter 3~~Blaze’s POV~~Inconsolable: Chapter 35 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Come on, Amy!” I hissed, flattening my ears. Amy had dragged me and Rouge into some stupid, pink, frilly store and wasn’t letting us leave. Amy shot me a glare, her hand on the rack of stupid, pink, frilly shirts.
“Too bad, Blaze,” she said unsympathetically, lifting out one of the stupid, pink, frilly shirts. She held it up, turning it over a few times, examining the pattern. “What do you think?” She asked me, thrusting the shirt towards me. I bared my fangs, snarling out,
“It looks just like the rest of them.” Amy sighed, placing it back. “Fine,” she s
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