She stood with her back to the wind, looking around. This was the place she'd found herself. After eight years, she now stood looking to the place she had been living for awhile. She crept through the chain link fence, much like she had before. The place gave her the chills, but this was worth it. It was time to relive it and start healing. Her past was sorrowful, but it was time to face it. The small lot was covered in tall, dying grass, with various odds and ends of whatever people through over the fence. The house was more of a shed, rundown, and boarded up tightly. But there was enough room for her to slip through in the broken chimney. The smell of dust and blood filled her senses and she wanted to run away. But this wasn't the time to do so. Her hand brushed on the floor before she stood and looked at the little hideout.
One one wall stood a little oven, old and broken, yellowing with age. Beside it was a crate that had been her table for years, a plastic, broken plate on the floor. The remains of what had been a sink were still hanging to one side, water slowly dripping to the molding floor. There was a cardboard box on the other side of the room, tattered blankets and newspapers making up her bed. This had been her home of two years. Animal remains and droppings littered the floor and mantle of the fireplace. Taped up on the wall by her old bed was a very faded photograph of a little girl with a huge smile.
Seeing the picture of herself made her sad; that girl knew nothing beyond the safe boundaries of her family. She sighed softly, looking at the sad remains of what she last remembered. This was where her life had started, where all her memories ended. She could faintly remember people, her parents, her brother. But beyond that, she had no recollection of anything before her life here. She had wandered the house when she was younger, the first time she'd been there, and remembered finding nothing. But now able to use her instincts and powers efficiently, she could smell another scent, one that had her mind reeling. Flashes of what could have been broken memories flooded her senses and she swayed for a minute. After everything slowed, she quietly moved to look through the rooms. They both were emptied, remains of what the house had once been.
“Hello there, kitty cat.”
A deep voice caused her to turn quickly, readying herself. A boy stood there. His raven hair framed his face and his piercing gold eyes stared at her. His skin was a light olive color. And he had cat ears and a tail, onyx like her own.
“You've grown up quite nicely, I must say.”
She looked at him.
“D-do I know you...?”
He smiled, something akin to the smile of a Cheshire cat.
“You will. I'm here to help. You're looking for family, yes?”
Her heart raced.
“Do you know them?”
That smile again.
“Do you want to find them, kitten?”
“Yes!”
“Then come with me. I'll lead you home.”
One one wall stood a little oven, old and broken, yellowing with age. Beside it was a crate that had been her table for years, a plastic, broken plate on the floor. The remains of what had been a sink were still hanging to one side, water slowly dripping to the molding floor. There was a cardboard box on the other side of the room, tattered blankets and newspapers making up her bed. This had been her home of two years. Animal remains and droppings littered the floor and mantle of the fireplace. Taped up on the wall by her old bed was a very faded photograph of a little girl with a huge smile.
Seeing the picture of herself made her sad; that girl knew nothing beyond the safe boundaries of her family. She sighed softly, looking at the sad remains of what she last remembered. This was where her life had started, where all her memories ended. She could faintly remember people, her parents, her brother. But beyond that, she had no recollection of anything before her life here. She had wandered the house when she was younger, the first time she'd been there, and remembered finding nothing. But now able to use her instincts and powers efficiently, she could smell another scent, one that had her mind reeling. Flashes of what could have been broken memories flooded her senses and she swayed for a minute. After everything slowed, she quietly moved to look through the rooms. They both were emptied, remains of what the house had once been.
“Hello there, kitty cat.”
A deep voice caused her to turn quickly, readying herself. A boy stood there. His raven hair framed his face and his piercing gold eyes stared at her. His skin was a light olive color. And he had cat ears and a tail, onyx like her own.
“You've grown up quite nicely, I must say.”
She looked at him.
“D-do I know you...?”
He smiled, something akin to the smile of a Cheshire cat.
“You will. I'm here to help. You're looking for family, yes?”
Her heart raced.
“Do you know them?”
That smile again.
“Do you want to find them, kitten?”
“Yes!”
“Then come with me. I'll lead you home.”
Age: About to be 15 but is actually one year
Appearance: Shoulder length black hair. Pale skin black eyes.
Personality: straightforward, acts in a snap. Offensive and defensive. Loving and likes to have fun
Powers: Controls water and fire. Flight by wings. Shape shift to Wolf and Tiger.
Uses: Guns, Swords. Hand to hand combat.
BackGround:
Abandoned at Imperial Church, Alana was left with a growth serum, a note from her mother, and a picture of her mother.
The sisters of the IC took her in, and did like the note said.Once Alana was about to turn one she was given the serum, and she jumped ages quickly.
The note said that she was her mother's legacy.
And the note told her to to find the boy with white hair to explain to her what she must know.
((She is the daughter of two former YJ members.
Her grandparents are from her mothers side that created JLA.
Take your guesses.))
Alias:Avenue
Powers/skills: -No powers.....but, he is swordsman and a expert marksman.
-Field tactics
-Hand to hand combat
-Can make bombs and explosives
Past: Chris was given up for adoption when he was born, his parents failed to tell their later on kids that had on older sibling. Upon returning later on around the age of 21, he realized both his parents had passed. But had two remaining siblings, Brendan and Crystal.
Others: -Musically inclined!
-A lot more social than Fang. He's a social butterfly!
-Picks on Fang more than Crystal.