[DC-Lover]

I am currently in a bittersweet situation which is to say that my laptop is acting up and I will be getting a new one. Before that however im going to upload all my works to the forum old or new. Some I have been holding back for a while due to the feeling that they could have been better and placed them in a file so I could perhaps revamp them at a later stage.

[DC-Lover]

Name:Lady Lumenation
Affiliation: Heroine
Abilities:Abilitie to emit high frequencys of light from her body.

[DC-Lover]

I do look forward to reading this story

[DC-Lover]

Ice decided she would need some of her old cloths before she could pick up the chemicals. Due to the fact she was now being considered a vigilante by the people she couldn’t go out in the open in the cloths she had on now. She also really needed to wash her cloths. She walked towards her motorcycle and picked up her helmet. Just as she was about to put it on Tech contacted Ice over her earpiece.
“Ice where are you? I wasn’t finished with your tests.” Tech said not sounding concerned about her well being but rather concern about his tests.
“I got some things to do, I’ll be back later.” Ice said trying to end the conversation before Tech decided it was time to give her a speech.
“What things? Whatever they are I am sure they can wait! Now get back down here and rest!” Tech ordered Ice as if he had some authority over her.
“I’m sorry…Are you implying that you have authority over me?” Ice asked in an irritated fashion.
“I have authority over you, Raven and anybody else who I decide to work with! You don’t realise that there are certain side effects to the Nano therapy that can be dangerous if you don’t get proper treatment. Now get back down here before I call Raven to pick you up and force you back here!” Tech said sounding only slightly concerned but Ice didn’t believe it was her he was curious but rather the tiny machines currently fixing up her body.
“Bye bye Techie” Ice said as she pulled out her earpiece, put on her helmet and started her bike.
Her bikes engine roared as she drove to her old apartment hoping that there wouldn’t be any problems when she arrived.

She stopped in the alleyway across from her building and took off her helmet. She picked up the empty bag that she brought to carry her cloths and put her helmet inside of it. She went into the building through the back entrance and started climbing the stairs to the third floor. The first floor would be full of people looking to get a room in the building or checking out and the second floor would be crowded with the maids and cleaning staff this hour of the day. She slowly crept towards the elevator and saw it was on the same floor. This granted her some relief; she wanted to get in and out of this place as fast as she could hopefully with nobody knowing she was even there. Pressing the button the doors slid open and she stepped in. She pressed the button to the tenth floor and waited. The elevator ride seemed to be the longest one she had ever experienced. She was terrified at the thought that the elevator would stop at any of the floors before she had the chance to get her cloths. This was a dangerous place to be, especially for her of all people. If Tech heard that she was in the building it wouldn’t take long before he realised that she and Mary Crane were one and the same. Of course if she didn’t get some of her cloths then she couldn’t pick up the chemicals and he would find out sooner or later because her hair would return to its normal colour. She held her breath as she reached the last few floors before the tenth floor. She started to subconsciously say the numbers as she past them.
“7…8….9” Ice said as she watched the light on the ninth floor pause. Her breath quickened as she felt like she was about to be seen. Just then the light turned to the tenth floor and her nerves were put at ease. She started to feel a little sick, but blamed it on the tense atmosphere.
She pulled down her goggles to see if there were any heat signatures in her room. Luckily there were no signatures in her room and she slowly walked towards her old room. She put her key into the door and prayed that the locks wouldn’t have been changed. Luckily the key worked like a charm and she got back into her old place.
It took about an hour to pack everything she needed including clothes, money and a few things she felt she would need. Suddenly she started to feel sick and off balance. She hit the ground hard and began throwing up.
“Techs damn machines!” She said as she vomited again.
Her body felt like someone was trying to crawl out of her body slowly. Her vision started to blur and she could only hear herself breathing.
Suddenly she heard something. A noise of some kind. Wait it wasn’t a noise it was a voice. She lost consciousness shortly after.

Waking up in Techs medical bay, Ice was disorientated and felt sick. She was greeted by Tech in his usual caring manner.
“Still think you’re smarter than me?” Tech said looking at what she could assume was her chart.
“Are you really this petty? I mean seriously!” Ice said as she didn’t care for Techs tone.
“You tell me? From all the time you have known me, am I this petty?” Tech asked.
“Where’s my bike? Where’s my bag? Where’s all my stuff?” Ice said getting increasingly nervous about his expressionless face.
“Raven picked up your stuff when he found you at the apartment. He brought them back and put them in your quarters. He was actually worried about you for some odd reason.” Tech said putting the chart down.
“As for your bike I heard Omega was still in town so he decided to drive it back for you.” Tech explained as he walked to the end of the room and closed the door.
“What happened to me?” Ice asked as Tech walked back towards her.
“The Nanites can’t go out into the sun. They grow as sunlight hits them and it sends them into a frenzy. If they get into a frenzy they start tearing up the body they are currently in seeking a way out. Hence why I told you to NOT leave the compound until your treatment was finished.” Tech explained to Ice as he sat down in his chair.
“What do you want Tech?” Ice asked feeling embarrassed that something as small as the things that are healing her also were the reason she was so sick now.
“You know I don’t often acknowledge in Occam’s razor due to my belief that a situation isn’t always that simple. Of course some situations do require me to put this belief aside and acknowledge that it was that simple.” Tech said as if Ice was on his level of intelligence.
“I have a question. What’s Occam’s Razor?” Ice asked confused.
“It’s a belief that states that in situations that have many different solutions the obvious answer is usually the correct one.” Tech said as he looked towards Ice.
“What’s that got to do with anything?” Ice said terrified of his next question.
“Why were you at that apartment?” Tech said looking at Ice.
“I…I was looking for some clothes and things to wear… and since Im…” Ice tried to explain knowing she was going to fail
“You’re Mary Crane aren’t you?” Tech said coldly.

[DC-Lover]

Name: Mr. Abelle (first name unknown)
Affiliation: Unknown (Possible mafia connection)
Traits: Sadistic personality that despite his vocal objection to using violence seems to enjoy inflicting pain, Carries a cane despite showing no sign of disability, the cane itself has a skull positioned on the top of it and sharp bottom to it, a skilled fighter, skilled manipulator and negotiator, and intelligent
Info: A dangerous individual who follows his own set of morals. Other members of the organisation he works for seem to be as afraid of him as the people he is sent to deal with. His actions are impulsive yet effective at times still always staying at least five steps ahead of his opponent. The only question is can he be stopped? (Appears in the Devil Within)

[DC-Lover]

Mr. Satan watched as the suspicious car drove down the street, he was closely following them from the rooftops. They wouldn’t be speeding as it would only bring attention to the car; this wasn’t a robbery or a hit they were driving to or from. If it was a hit they wouldn’t be driving such a nice car in this neighbourhood, and if it was a robbery there would most certainly be police sirens following them. They stopped in front of a cafe and went inside. Mr. Satan had positioned himself on the building next door so he could keep an eye on them. They certainly didn’t look like they were there for coffee. Mr. Satan jumped on the fire escape of the building he was on and quietly climbed down it. This was why MR. Satan hated doing patrol during the day. It was six o clock and Dudley would be bitching about how Mr. Satan had no right taking up all of his day and putting him at risk. Distracted by this thought Mr. Satan accidently forced the ladder to release and slide down to the ground causing a thunderous noise. Realising he hadn’t much time he leapt into the nearest dumpster to hide from the approaching goons. He had to find out what they were doing first before he could attempt to take them down.
“The hell was that?” The big one said looking around.
“It was just the damn ladder release. A bird or something must have released it.” The small one said.
“Man with all this Devil man talk, I’m kinda on edge.” The big guy said still paranoid.
“Can we get back to work?” The small impatient one said walking back towards the back door.
The big one slowly followed his partner as they went back into the shop. Mr. Satan waited a little before he climbed out of the dumpster slowly and quietly. Sneaking up to the window Mr. Satan peeked inside to see what they were doing. In the room beyond the window was a suitcase full of money and three well dressed men with the owner. Mr. Satan assumed that this was one of two things; it was either drug deal or protection money. Lucy suddenly sprang to his mind. She was very emotional today. What was wrong with her? Suddenly his wave of thought was broken by a gunshot. The owner had been shot and it was time to move. Stepping back he ran towards the door and busted it open. It was too late by the time he thought that maybe this point of entry was more dangerous than an ulterior.
“WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!?!” The big guy said as he pulled out his gun.
Mr. Satan was only happy that he was still on his feet and not on the ground. Next time he would think before he acted, if there was a next time.
“I am the devil and I’m here to do the Devils work. Answer your question?” Mr. Satan said walking slowly closer to them. Maybe if he scared them enough he could catch them off guard.
“No way…You’re supposed to be some kind of myth!” The big guy said intimidated.
“Shut up Sonny it’s just a guy in a mask! Don’t let him scare ya!” The little guy said.
Suddenly the third man raised his hand and the other two froze in motion.
“So your Devil man? It’s a pleasure to meet you.” The apparent authority figure said as he grabbed his cane and rose from his seat.
He wasn’t a cripple that was for sure. The cane was more for symbolic purposes, perhaps to make him look more important. Of course this meant nothing to Mr. Satan, except maybe just another object to beat him and his goons with.
“It’s Mr. Satan actually.” Mr. Satan said suspicious of the cane holding man.
“My name is Mr. Abelle.” Mr. Abelle said as he stepped forward a little.
“Mr. Abelle I don’t think…”The small ones sentence was instantly silenced as Mr. Abelle pulled out a gun and put a bullet between his eyes.
The big guy looked in shock and fear as his partner hit the ground. Mr. Abelle not showing any remorse for his actions cleaned some blood off of his shirt and returned his attention to Mr. Satan.
“I hate being interrupted don’t you?” Mr. Abelle said putting his gun away.
“Now Mr. Jones over there is bleeding and in shock the best you could do is wait till we leave and call an ambulance. We can all leave here as pals and none has to die.” Mr. Abelle said confident that Mr. Satan would just let him go.
“Let me make this clear Mr. Abelle. I am not gonna let you walk out of here without putting up some kind of fight.” Mr. Satan said waiting for the first move to be made.
The big guy suddenly rushed towards Mr. Satan and quickly Mr. Satan grabbed his arm flipping him over Mr. Satan as if he was a pillow. Sonny landed on a table that broke in half on impact with his huge body. He wasn’t going anywhere for the time being.
“As much as I love getting my hands dirty, Id much prefer if you stopped all this idiotic behaviour.” Mr. Abelle said.
“First of all don’t get so cocky about taking me on…”Mr. Satan said as he walked over to Sonny.
Stepping on the back of Sonny’s arm Mr. Satan pulled it back snapping the bone. Sonny let out a horrifying scream and started crying.
“Second, there are only two types of people in this world…My kind and assholes. Guess which one you fall under?” Mr. Satan said when suddenly Mr. Abelle dashed over to him and kneed him in the stomach.
Caught off guard Mr. Satan attempted to uppercut the fast man but was met with an elbow to his back and was taken down. Mr. Satan hit the ground, but Mr. Abelle was not finished with his fun yet. The cane came down hard onto the back of Mr. Satan and continued over and over. Mr. Satan couldn’t feel the pain but he did find it difficult to breathe at this point. Suddenly he was kicked in the stomach and rolled over onto his back. Standing over him Mr. Abelle was smiling as Sonny stood at the door, waiting snuffling and wiping his tears. Mr. Abelle pulled out his gun, a pack of matches and a cigar. Rolling up Mr. Satan’s mask he put the cigar in Mr. Satan’s mouth. Striking one of the matches he lit the cigar and put the matches into Mr. Satan’s pocket.
“I can’t say I enjoyed that. But if you wanted to be a witness…well you witnessed something all right.” Mr. Abelle said as he pulled out his gun.
“Aren’t you gonna pull the mask off? See who it is?” Sonny asked in a whimpering tone
“Why? Knowing who he really is might be disappointing. I’d rather if we just left it to our imagination.” Mr. Abelle said as he looked down at Mr. Satan.
“Send Hell my regards.” Mr. Abelle said as he fired his pistol into Mr. Satan.

Lucy sat at her desk reading over some of the patient charts. She was still incredibly pissed off at Mr. Satan’s attitude towards her. There would be no “talk later”, only him coming back to her looking for medical attention. Why did she do this to herself she often wondered. He is a self destructive vigilante that wants nothing more than to save a burning city. But maybe that was why she was so attracted to him. Just as she started to feel a little better for about all this, Dr. Patterson walked over and tried for the hundredth time to get a date with Lucy.
“Hey there nurse Mayberry. You seem like you need some company. How’s coffee sound?” He said in his cocky tone.
“Sure if you buy it, bring it to me, and then drink your own on the other side of the hospital I might consider about giving it some thought.” Lucy said coldly
“You don’t like me do you Lucy?” Dr. Patterson said still confident in his abilities.
“Honestly? I think…No I’m sure… that you are the most unattractive man I have ever met in my entire life. In the short time I’ve known you, you have demonstrated ever possible loathsome characteristic that a male personality could express and have even brought some new ones to my attention. You are physically repulsive, intellectually retarded, your morally reprehensible, insensitive, stupid, vulgar, selfish, you have no taste, a lousy sense of humour, and you smell. You’re not even interesting enough to make me sick. And considering that you’re a doctor it’s amazing you have gotten as far as you have in your chosen career with so many flaws.” Lucy explained angrily to him.
“So you admit it. You do think about me. Even if it’s just the flaws” he said winking at Lucy.
“Was asking me for coffee really all you came over to do?” Lucy said irritated at the doctor’s advances.
“I actually wanted Mr. Hoppers chart, but thought today was my lucky day.” He said smiling as Lucy handed him Mr. Hoppers chart.
Dr. Patterson walked away his confidence not even scratched. Lucy looked down to her feet thinking of how Mr. Satan was some of the things that repulsed her about Dr. Patterson. Just then a terrifying thought came to her. What if Dr. Patterson was Mr. Satan? She vomited into her mouth a little at that thought. She wasn’t much of a religious person, but right now she prayed that Mr. Satan was someone she could actually tolerate. She didn’t care if he was some pencil pusher or even a mailman but she hoped it wasn’t someone like Dr. Patterson or worse. Just as she started to relax the doors swung open and the paramedics ran in with two stretchers.
“Out of the way! We are losing him fast. How’s the other guy doing?!” the male paramedic said.
“He’s still got a bullet in him. We need to get these guys to surgery Right now!!” The female paramedic said.
“This guy was found in his cafe the other guy in an alleyway across the street. He must have seen something he wasn’t suppose to” The male paramedic said.
One of the men raised their hand to the paramedics and opened his mouth.
“Find the devil man and help him…” The man said weakly.
Lucy suddenly started to pay attention to the man’s words and gasps. The other gurney was pulled away to surgery.
“He tried to save me. He is shot. Please find him.” He said as he laid back and died.
Tears started forming in Lucy’s eyes. What if he was dead? She ran to the bathroom and started to cry. She hoped he would be alive and prayed for the second time this day. She did it more passionately this time praying that her love was not dead.

[DC-Lover]

Name: The Four Horsemen (Conquest, Death, Famine and War)
Affiliation: Villains
Info: Conquest- Unknown and never seen leader of the Horsemen. His abilities are Unknown but he is feared by his
subordinates

Death-Known to be an unstoppable killing machine and Leaves the corpses of his victims hanging from a Noose as his
calling card. Almost never seen by survivors. Other Abilities unknown

Famine- A quiet almost shadow like Killer. Brutal with his tactics often leaves a disgusting looking body either poisoned or
Carved up.

War- The most brutal of all the Horsemen. He is the dog of the Four. He only follows orders and is an unstoppable killing
machine. His tactics vary from cutting his targets to pieces, to shooting them so much there is little left to recognise
the target. He is only used for a job that requires someone dead and he can kill as many as he wishes.

[DC-Lover]

Ice woke up in the uncomfortable medical bay of Techs lab. The nano-machine therapy was working on her burnt body, but it was still a pain in the ass. She wasn’t over excited about getting back into action, after all that guy Golem left nearly fifty percent of her body burned. If it wasn’t for Techs nano-machines she wouldn’t be looking as good as she does now, but she had a problem with a million little spider like machines all over her naked body. Luckily Tech never let anyone besides himself and Ice in the room when they were using the nano-machines and Tech assured Ice that he would not try any funny business.
Ice looked over to Tech and in curiosity decided to ask him something that had been on her mind since she started helping him and the Bird out.
“Tech mind if I ask you something?” Ice asked as she weakly rose from the table.
“You can ask me anything but depending on if it interests me I may or may not answer you” Tech said as calculated and cold as always.
“Do you have any Superpowers?” Ice asked as Tech suddenly stopped typing.
“Really? Of all the questions you could ask me you choose the one you already know the answer to?” Tech said almost mockingly.
“I think you aren’t showing us everything you can do. I think you have a secret that none else knows.” Ice said confidently towards the cocky man
“Well trust me my abilities are by no means as interesting as that of CryoKinesis” Tech said now confusing Ice
“What’s Cryokinesis?” Ice asked curiously
“Cryokinesis is the ability to cause temperature decline in matter through touch. While this is occurring however, the trigger itself remains comfortable at normal body temperature.” Tech explained in a fashion that made Ices head spin.
“In English please?” Ice said slightly irritated
“Your ability to control ice interests me. That is Cryokinesis.” Tech said sounding like a college lecturer.
“Well couldn’t you have said that in the first place?” Ice barked at Tech
“I refuse to dumb down my vocabulary just because you refuse to pick up a book and expand yours.” Tech said as he looked at his screen
“So that’s your super power…being a compulsive dick and a know it all” Ice said smirking at him
“I do enjoy knowing it all” he said as he walked out of the room leaving Ice frustrated and alone in the medical bay.
She walked out of the room putting on her clothing. She turned on the T.V and the first thing that appeared on the small box was the news reporting on the battle that she was involved in only a few days ago. The destruction of the city centre was clear but it wasn’t anything that wouldn’t be fixed within a few months. The people on the other hand were the most affected. Every resident of the area had some sort of comment towards the event. The most striking comment was from a middle aged mother
“Those damn Supers think they can do as they like. Supers showing up and taking the law into their own hands result in these super “villains” being created by the common folk whose lives these supers ruin. My family have to stay in a hotel because of those freaks! And that’s all they are FREAKS!!”
What that woman said struck a nerve with Ice. She wasn’t a freak was she? She thought she was helping the community by working with those other heroes, but it turns out she was causing more trouble. Was what she was doing right? She was so used to taking out petty crooks and killers with no powers. She never considered that she maybe wasn’t helping at all, but causing more trouble. This thought plagued her mind as she walked into the main chamber, where the bird was looking towards the computer that Tech was currently using.
“I’m going on patrol now Ice Tech says you should be fine by tomorrow.” Raven said as he attached his wings to his back.
“Great. I am really looking forward to getting back to protecting the city that hates me.” Ice said sarcastically.
“Welcome to being a hero. The second most thankless job in the world next to politicians, and politicians hate us.” Raven said as he took the elevator up to the surface.
Ice walked closer to Tech as he was typing reading over some data on the computer. Ice had noticed her hair was starting to go darker, the chemicals were wearing off. She would need to get in contact with Alice and ask her for some of her chemicals.
“Um…is there anywhere I can make a private call to someone?” Ice asked hoping to not get monitored by Tech.
“Yeah. Whets it about?” Tech asked
“I…need some feminine stuff” Ice said confident he wouldn’t ask any other questions.
“What kind?” Tech surprisingly asked
“DO I GET NO PRIVACY!?” Ice said her whole body turning a bright blue.
“Well that’s new….Here type in the name of the person and you can video chat with her provided she has a laptop” Tech said as he got up and walked out of the room.
“Thank you” Ice said her body returning to its normal colour.
Ice typed Alice’s email into the computer and just as tech said an invitation to video chat came up. Alice accepted and suddenly her face was on the screen. Her face appeared on the screen. She was still the same. Blonde curly hair tied back, freckles; pretty face, black framed glasses and wearing something that made her look unemployed.
“MARY! What the hell have you been doing?!” Alice barked as she looked at her sister.
“I’m innocent. Look long story short I am working with some guys to track down Sam’s killer and clear my name but I’m running low on chemicals and…” Ice explained.
“You need me to drop some off somewhere you can pick them up. You do know I am not impressed at your city square rumble right?” Alice said in her usual judgemental tone.
“When have I ever impressed you with my actions honey?” Mary said with a smirk on her face.
“May I suggest a new outfit by the way? That one’s a little biker fetish for my liking, plus your running with the big boys now right?” Alice asked
“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing? I think it suits me.” Mary asked as she looked at her burnt outfit.
“Besides looking like you just ran through a fire?” Alice said jokingly
“Better than what you’re wearing my dear” Mary said as they began to laugh, but soon that laughter disappeared and the reality of their situation hit.
“Am I safe?” Alice said with a hint of fear in her voice.
“I don’t know. I hope so. But carry some protection just in case ok?” Ice said as concerned as Alice was.
“Ok. Love you” Alice said and signed off.
Ice thought to herself. Wondering about her outfit and how could she improve on it? Was Alice in danger? Was Ice even safe here with Tech and Raven? There were so many ifs and buts that she had to consider.

[DC-Lover]

Dudley sat at the table waiting for his family to enter the room and eat lunch, as they did every day since his sister had died years before. His family was originally made up of seven, his mother and father, the young twins, himself, his older brother and older sister. Being the middle child meant he was often overlooked by his parents resulting in him getting away with a lot of trouble around the house and city. But ten years ago he came home drunk to his parents and siblings crying. He was then told that a former employee of his father’s company had killed Dudley’s sister as a form of revenge towards his father. Dudley never was close to his siblings as they were different to him. He was the black sheep to this family and he knew it. The twins were super genius’, his older brother had a superior mind for business, and his sister was a combination of the three of them. In short she was the perfect one in the eyes of their father and mother. Since then the family had always ate together, went to parties together and kept in contact. In reality this only meant that six people sat around a table eating barley talking to one another. Suddenly the door opened and Dudley’s brother walked in, his perfect face damaged by a black eye.
“Richard…What happened?” Dudley said looking at the aggression in his brother’s expression
“You know damn well Dudley.” Richard said in a calm yet angry tone, his voice usually soothing now intimidating.
“Out of nowhere you come over to me, say the rudest things imaginable, take my Champaign, spit it on the ground and then you punched me in face calling me princess!” Richard said slowly elevating the volume of his voice as his blood began to boil.
Dudley knew Mr. Satan heard this and was laughing to himself right now.
“But…Mother said you were obviously drunk so I should forgive you. Just do not talk to me until this is gone!” Richard said making reference to his black eye.
As Richard sat down Dudley’s mother and the twins walked into the room. The same aura of self worth, they had whenever in the presence of those of less worth. Dudley’s phone began to ring as his mother and siblings sat down. He felt their judgmental glares focusing on him. Feeling ashamed Dudley answered his phone.
“Hello?” Dudley said feeling embarrassed about the situation he was currently in.
“Hello Dudley” the woman over the phone said in the cold way that Dudley came to appreciate
“Oh Cassandra. I’m surprised to hear from you so early. Is it time for our weekly get together?” Dudley said curious at why his future fiancé would call him at this time.
“Yes. I shall meet you at 2pm at the Cafe le Blanc. Do not be late” Cassandra said before she hung up her phone.
“So is it that time again? Where is she bringing you this time?” Dudley’s mother asked as the servants placed their lunches in front of them.
“We are going to Cafe Le Blanc at two o clock.” Dudley said as he put his phone away and began eating his lunch.
“I’m surprised anyone wants to talk to you after last night actions” His mother said as she looked down towards her lunch.
For the remainder of the meal the table was quite. Dudley did not want to know Mr. Satan’s action and wanted it to stay that way. On the other hand he was satisfied someone finally gave Richard the thrashing he had coming.

Lucy sat at her desk daydreaming about her night with the devil. She remembered his strong arms around her, and her lips pushing against his lips through his mask. She didn’t care what he looked like behind it, he was brave ,strong and something about his martyr like personality made her feel safe around him. She knew she was just his ally, someone to patch him up and occasionally warm his bedside. She knew he wasn’t the ideal prince charming that every girl dreams of meeting, but he was a prince among men to her. She was always so nervous whenever he went out on the town. Would it be the last time they ever saw each other? She wanted to help him in more ways than just patching him up. She often asked him if he wanted some company on his patrols, so she could make sure he was safe. But he always says that she would only put herself in danger and while expendable he didn’t want to lose her. It was a sweet yet a cruel thing to say to her, as it meant he cared for her a little bit.
She watched as her fellow nurses walked around the hospital and she was stuck at the desk. She had medical training and knew her way around any form of illness or injury. However, because the head of medicine believed her appearance would make the patients extremely uncomfortable, she was stuck in behind a desk. This was the biggest load of crap she had ever heard. He only put her on desk duty during the day because he hated her. She turned him down once for a date and he hasn’t forgiven her since but in this economy she would have to be dating a millionaire to be able to quit.
She looked at the newspaper and saw her man was there again. The picture was blurry and there was no way of recognising the man in the picture but the title said it all.

[DC-Lover]

Name: Dusk Baron
Affiliation: Villain
Abilities: Absorbs solar energy from the setting sun to use in a variety of different ways
Info: Unknown

[DC-Lover]

Revamped design of my old character”
Name: Mr. Satan
Affiliation: Hero
Abilities: Mr. Satan cannot feel pain inflicted on to his body, he still bleeds but unless it’s noticeable he won’t be aware of it, Dudley however feels the pain from the wounds the next time he is in control,
Info: Dudley Bradshaw is your typical spoilt rotten playboy millionaire. Dudley lives a life of freedom doing whatever he wants whenever he wants without worry of any consequences. He has an on again off again relationship with the beautiful Cassandra Hoffkins, whom he describes as the perfect woman. However, Dudley has a secret that he cannot share with anyone, a secret that puts his life at stake every chance it can. For you see Dudley suffers from Multiple personality disorder and his other side is the vigilante Mr. Satan! Mr. Satan is a foul mouthed, intelligent, reckless, unpredictable and dangerous individual that is willing to put himself at risk in order to make the city a better place. Mr. Satan has no respect for Dudley and doesn’t care about Dudley’s opinion on any subject. The only way the two are able to meet and converse is through a broken black framed mirror in the basement of Dudley’s house.

[DC-Lover]

I really like these creations Keep up the good work

[DC-Lover]

“Revamped design of my old character”
Name: The Clown
Affiliation: Anti hero
Abilities: Extreme Nerve damage allows him to withstand pain that would normally knock any normal sane human being out.
Info: Bradley Campbell worked as a cop in the big city and was an honest one to booth. Born and raised to catholic parents he was always told if he lived a good life good things would happen to him and that evil would always be punished. He married a beautiful woman and had a son, whom he would often entertain with magic tricks. The police department was having trouble with the mob and as a result the mob needed to send a message. One night when he returned home Brad was assaulted and knocked unconscious by mafia hit men. When he woke up he saw that they were holding a canister of something and had his family tied up. He was then forced to inhale what was in the canister and started laughing. Every time he was forced to take breaths of the gas resulting in more and more gas being pumped into his system. He laughed as his family were brutally tortured and killed in front of his own eyes. He was then brutally beaten and thrown off the peer believed to be dead. Washing up on shore he suffered a nervous breakdown when he woke up asking why he had to suffer and why he couldn’t feel anything. His body had suffered nerve damage as a result of the gas, and all he could think of was how he laughed. He took up a variety of different weapons (including a pistol, a bat and a knife) and found a creepy smiling badge in the sand. He seeks justice but has a cracked perception about what is right and wrong?

[DC-Lover]

Name: Sin
Affiliation: Anti hero
Abilities: Expert at archery, hand to hand combat, art of deception, and illusion.
Info: Sin is known throughout his city as a man willing to track down and take care of those who hurt people leaving the word sinner carved into them. He carries a bladed disc, a sai, small throw able blades and a crossbow attached to his wrist. He is feared in the criminal underworld as a ghost or a demon due to his choice of attire.

[DC-Lover]

Name: 11
Affiliation: Mercenary
Abilities: Strenght, expert swordsmen, titanium body
Story: The Forgotten Swordsmen
Info: 11 is a mercenary shrouded in mystery. Whether he is man or machine is to anyone’s guess. His memory won’t even tell him if he is a man or not. He gets faint memories now and then that allow him to see some of his past.

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