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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
Epitaph for an Old Italian WomanWe walk into the apartment building. The building for old people.Epitaph for an Old Italian Woman1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It smells like old people.
We silently take the elevator to the second floor; her room is 205. Mom has the key, so she opens the door. The apartment is so empty. No little old ladies with white hair and a waggling crooked finger.
Empty.
There's still newspaper on the floor by the door. Mom and I remove our shoes and put them on the newspaper, lest her ghost throw shoes at us. Or, maybe, hit us with a broom. She never did it to me, but Mom says she used to.
The pantry is full of food; mostly Fig Newtons. We always brought her Italian cookies when we came to visit, but she'd make us eat them while we were there. We would insist they were for her, but what good were cookies without someone to share them with? Italian cookies, Fig Newtons, and tea.
The cookie jar on the counter is full of tea bags. You could never have Italian cookies and Fig Newtons without
All Good Things Come To An EndAll Good Things Come To An EndAll Good Things Come To An End3 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
~~~~
~It's getting so lonely inside this bed,
Don't know if I should lick my wounds or say woe is me instead.
And there's an aching inside my head.
It's telling me I'm better off alone.~
Turn off the Light by Nelly Furtado
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Late at night, when the silver moon was hanging high in the sky and the crickets were chirping to that soft tune that played in the middle on the night, the soft sounds of rustling bed sheets sliced through the thick silence that cover the atmosphere like a heavy blanket. Following the rustling bed sheets, came a small quiet moan and the quiet sounds of bones popping. A sigh was u
La Teoria De La CalabazaLa Teoría De la CalabazaLa Teoria De La Calabaza4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Se dice así, que el hada madrina hizo un hechizo a la calabaza de color anaranjado y se convirtió en un carruaje. Así Cenicienta pudo ir al baile y conocer a su príncipe azul. Pero quien hizo este hechizo no era una hada madrina.
Solo era el hechizo de un niño que tenía miedo de estar solo por el resto de su vida.
Kaoru, la victima de este conjuro, era el que tenía que sufrir por su hermano. Era el que tenía que sentir el dolor de estar solo. Pero no era su culpa que tenía que sufrir. Su hermano era el que le causaba el dolor que todavía s
I once was a vigilante...Boredom Rampant: Boredom so bad, the suffering person might end up doing something he will later regret.I once was a vigilante...4 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
First a little background, if you're a close friend of mine, then you'll know that me and boredom does not mix well. I do things I should not do like... Well, that's what these stories are for.
So a week ago, I was sooooo bored, I had not gone out of my house for almost a week, and I was tired of being alone cooked up in my house! So against my better judgement, I dressed up in black clothing, donned my favorite jacket, put on a mask and my cowboy hat. I left my wallet, but had my brass knuckles and a knife in my pockets, I also loaded m
Take careTake careTake care5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I know you´ve been hurt by someone else. I can tell by the way you carry yourself. If you let me, here´s what I´ll do. I´ll take care of you. I´ve loved and I´ve lost.
¨Dude, this is going to be awesome! ¨ Alfred yelled as we walked to the club. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms.
¨Don´t shout you bloody wanker. I can understand you perfectly clear. ¨ I huffed. He laughed and smacked my back pushing me forward.
¨Dude, I ain´t shouting! ¨ He said. I rolled my eyes again and looked away. He began to ramble about him being the hero but I didn´t pay atte
Marriage (ItalyxOC)Marriage (ItalyxOC)5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Marriage
Feliciano pushed open the wooden door that led to his warm and cozy home but recently it hasn't been warm or cozy and to be honest, Feli didn't want to return home on a few occasions. He let out a small sigh escape his soft lips and closed the door slowly. He saw his wife cooking dinner in their small kitchen. He remembered how whenever he came hom from work, she would welcome him with warm loving arms but now, she as cold as the air outside.
Feliciano set his briefcase down and took off his coat. He continued to look at Maria in worry. I can't do this... He said to himself as he he made his way to the table. Maria walked over with
I am from...I am from a father that is better than the original. A family of half relations. And "Our family is getting bigger so let's get a smaller house." A family of books and cooks. I am Spanish to English at 3 because I never shut up. I am from always enough food and sharing is polite. I am from "Yes mom" and "Yes dad". From "I blame the water you drank as a child" because he can.I am from...9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am from scary books to any books. Scary movies to RomComs. Pooh Bear and Tigger are the best. Danny Phantom is my hero and so is Samurai Jack. I am from where dragons fly forever in my dreams and Kender will forever be light-fingered. I am from too much to read and doo
The MelodyThe MelodyThe Melody1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you hear that?
.......That music that plays?
Is it just me that hears the lonesome tune?
Taunting music, mournful music,
The song echoes in my head.
It beckons me to sing along to that depressing sound.
That melody that leaves a feeling of emptiness when it ends...
Haunting me afterwards making me want to hear the tune again.
That tune is The Elegy of Emptiness.
Seussian ComplaintTexas, I was toldSeussian Complaint5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Would be boiling hot
Be this freaking cold
Dear old Texas should not
My lips have been chapped
By the dry, frigid air
These low-down degrees
Are frizzing my hair
While taking the trash out
My fingers went numb
And while typing this out
I can’t feel my thumb
Texas, my friends
Should be boiling hot
Be freakishly cold
The Lone Star State should not
Vampire sisters: Dark Underworld Secrets pt 21Vampire sisters: Dark Underworld Secrets pt 215 months ago in Settings More Like This
Jasmine pov.
I walked for awhile down some woods when my head started to ach.'Shit me' I thought and kept walking,
my eye sight started to fade and all I could do was keep walking even though I knew that
I was probably gonna die soon. It was sad, but I didn't care. It would be the best choice so
as I walked and remembered some of the past. Which madde me cry alittle. I saw this figure stand
infront of me "Who are you?" I asked and they came closer "A friend." they said and I backed away
"TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT AND WHO YOU ARE!" I screamed and they came out from the shadows. "I'm you. Your dark self
at least." Said a girl who looked like me and
A New Dawn - Chapter 6A New Dawn - Chapter 66 months ago in Settings More Like This
Dionne closed her eyes and rested her head against the cold durasteel of the turboshaft. The cold steel sent a shiver down each of her lekku as goose bumps formed on their skins surface. Behind the darkness of her eyelids she relived the scene of the alien she had killed earlier that night. The whole ordeal playing itself over and over in her minds eye. The sound of the aliens blaster being pulled clear of its holster had boomed in her ears far louder than it should of. It was as if her mind had somehow given her the ability to hear as well as a Mustapharian lavahound to warn her of the impending danger. She still did not know how she did it,
12/21/12 countdown - December 3rd12/21/12 countdown - December 3rd6 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
12/3/12:
(The theme song, "Waiting for the End of the World" by Elvis Costello, plays as Quinn once again appears)
Quinn: Welcome back to our little show! As you all know, the end of the world as predicted by the Mayans is only 18 days away! And to celebrate, we're talking to whomever we can get our hands on (quietly) which knowing Ataru is the usual suspects (out loud) about what they plan to do in these final days. Yesterday...well, it was an utter mistake. Starting things off with Tomoko was probably the worst way to start this little celebration of utter chaos and destruction. I'm used to her, she's used to me and it really was the
Oelinsh - Basic6 months ago in Settings
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Gothstrike's Return Part 3Gothstrike's Return Part 36 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Part 3
Gothstrike stood vigil, watching Paudraic's. She had never been in the place, but knew full well that it was a den of inequity, and one frequented by some of the movers and shakers in Angel Falls. She watched the clientele enter and leave, hoping to catch a glimpse of someone who could give her answers.
Her cell phone started to vibrate, and she looked at the display. It was Detective Stewart, one of her contacts in the AFPD. She answered the phone. "Hello Detective."
The detective responded "Gothstrike, I checked into the background of the criminal you captured. He is a known hit-man. I got the warrant to check his accounts, but th
Gothstrike's Return Part 2Gothstrike's Return Part 26 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Gothstrike stood in her room. She was already dressed in her hero's outfit, her face-paint was on. She was staring at the staff on the wall. Smiling, she picked it up. It felt good in her hands. Spinning it, she thought about the good they would do together. The people they will save. Gothstrike walked slowly to the door of her room. It was time to get back into fight. The question was, how bad have things got in Angel Falls?
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It was dark already, and Gothstrike was wandering around the Docks. Things have changed quite a bit. Crime seemed to be more or
Gothstrike's Return Part 1Gothstrike's Return Part 16 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Gothstrike stepped off the train and looked around at the train station. It was busy this time of day. Looking around, she almost half-expected some crazed super villain, monster, or gang of thugs to suddenly go berserk here, but nothing seemed amiss. Shouldering her backpack she walked to the exit. It was getting late, and after hours on the train, she needed to stretch her legs.
Gothstrike stepped outside the station, and breathed in the fresh air of Angel Falls. The first time she had been here since she left two months ago. Gothstrike thought back to that day...
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Eviscerare PoV: Wildcards + Everyone Else pt 1Eviscerare PoV: Wildcards + Everyone Else pt 17 months ago in Settings More Like This
The "Wildcards":
-Crimson Conservative: "You have all these ideals, all these little beliefs, all these convictions... and you think they'll save you??? All they serve as is a security blanket my dear... so you can feel like you're not... one of us... or won't recieve the same treatment when you're no longer useful."
Eviscerare is the furthest thing from political, seeing such ideologies as one big tired joke. Thus he finds this towering amazon amusing, like some quaint novelty (similar towards Jane Smith). He'd probably get a kick out of pushing her buttons, just to see how far he can push her. To see how far she'll go.
-Jack Matthews: "I
Invasion of the Ultra Body SnatchersInvasion of the Ultra Body Snatchers7 months ago in Settings More Like This
"So what's the progress" Ultrawoman asked one of her scientist at her secret base in Angel Falls
"This alien crystal you brought us is truly fascinating, but difficult to understand. We used all your advanced knowledge to decipher the markings on the crystal but the only word we can understand is "Prosperity". It's emitting a strange energy…one that I have never seen before. There is no telling what this crystal can do." Elisa said to her mistress, who was barely awake after continuous days of research.
"Hmm…What a shame. Still I still see some potential in this bauble. In any case…Continue researching this artifact. I expect
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