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posted by SilverWings13
Young Roxanne Weston (age 15)
Young Roxanne Weston (age 15)
Name: Roxanne "Roxy" Conners
Age: 37 (age when she died)
Status: deceased
Relations: husband- Riley Conners (deceased), son- Daemian Weston (deceased), son- Declan Conners, daughter- Aryess Weston
Physical Appearance: fair hair, sky-blue eyes, 5'8", slim build- slight muscle
Personality: stubborn, kind, strong willed
Titles: Mistress of Revenge, Angel
History: Was born and raised in Venice, Italy as Roxanne Weston. Her parents tried to protect their only child from their family's secret: each generation of their ancestors had sent their lineage to the temple of the League of Shadows in hopes that...
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added by SilverWings13
Source: Psycho-Pass & artist who made this
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added by Robin_Love
Source: Beyontheveil on DeviantART
posted by SilverWings13
Oops, accidently deleted this. It’s the same Owl King as before!

Bodies leaned over standing-tables and elbowed to get a place at the bar. Voices filled the air in layers until it was a constant roar of noise. Amidst it all, a young woman in a short, sparkling aquamarine dress slipped through the bodies. She emerged from the crowd as she reached the bar, feeling a moment of respite from the suffocating stench of acrid cigarette drags, fruity e-cig puffs, and stifling body sweat. Her eyes seemed to scan the row of amber bottles on the back wall in front of a long mirror. Really, she was watching...
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posted by MafiaYJ
It's been 3 years since the last update, and since then I and my character have changed and grown. Let's see whats new shall we?

General

Full Name : Babylon
Nickname: Barbara Lon, Robert Lon; Babs
Gender: Female
Place of Birth: St. Paul’s Cathedral (No longer Catholic I believe) in London; burned down 3 months later in the Great Fire of London
Birthday: June 6, 1666
Currently living in: New York
Species/Race: Human - Demon Hybrid
Ethnicity: European
Occupation: Currently - CEO of companies + Scientist ; for anything before hand, ask her about it
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Social Status: High...
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posted by Robin_Love
Ena
Ena
Name: Ena Sikora
Alias: Viveka
Powers/Abilities: dance fighting, flight, hand to hand combat
History: Ena grew up with her parents, her father being a millionaire. Her mother was nurturing and her best friend until the tragic accident tore them apart. With her mother gone, Ena became alone in her father’s house. Teased and bullied because of her father’s power, Ena was alone in the world. She threw herself into her dancing, focusing only on her moves and not the people who sought to bring her down. As Viveka, she became a beacon of hope to her city of Central. She was later approached by Nigtwing...
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Smart Alex!
Smart Alex!
(So I haven't been on in quite awhile, I'm going to change that, I need an escape from Uni... Expect stories, Rps and general mischief!
I thought the best comeback would be to re-introduce my little bastards, everyone seems to be trying this format so.... Enjoy!)

LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE
Name: Knight, Alex Knight.
Reason or meaning of name: Sweet, short, rolls of the tongue ladies love it! (Oh boy, here we go.)
Eye Colour: Blue, I think? I can't really look myself. (Use a mirror, don't go cross-eyed!)
Hair Style/Colour: Blond and short but a tad messy, I call it styled. (Bedhead.)
Height: 6.2" / 189cm...
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posted by SilverWings13
She could hear a clicking of a keyboard in the kitchen. The noise had given her dreams of her father, working on his typewriter at all hours of the night while she slept on the couch in their tiny two-bedroom apartment in London. Waking to a pounding headache to find herself alone in the dark had sent shivers down her spine. Worse was the ache of thirst in her throat. So despite her reluctance to face the warlock after the drunken outburst she unfortunately remembered well, Ana padded out of the guest room to the kitchen.
At least she had her own clothes back on now, dried from the rain. It...
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added by DiscordYJ
Source: me
Crisbela Attica Antonia
Crisbela Attica Antonia
Name: Crisbela Attica Antonia De La Cruz

Age: She never says and so is thought to be around 17-19 years of age

Eyes: Light Blue
Hair: Short Black
Height: 5'6 (171 centimeters)

Familial: Sister - Verona

Outfit: Blue, white and gold military jacket and a white pleated skirt with blue and gold accents (pic)

Powers/Weapons: Echolocation, thermal and heat sensor (she can see the thermal image of people and objects if she chooses to), can hear extremely well (even the littlest sounds such as a heartbeat in the other room), can create a strong force field around herself and things she touches, along with...
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posted by Mclovin_69
The luminescence of the television caste a blue glow through the dark room as he pulled on his black boots over his black body suit.

Deep down he knew that putting on the suit would be the only possible way he had to getting all that money in such a short amount of time, but it wasn't exactly a choice he had liked to make his only option. Adjusting his black spandex sleeve his attention was turned to the screen of the television that was set to the News.

"yet another disappearance has happened recently of a 25 year-old Gotham citizen named Miacheal Fisher" the reporter on the news said as he...
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added by AislingYJ
Source: The lovely internets! And some awk photoshopping on my part
((I'm planning to make this 3 parts... depending on my mood))

He watched her. Small strands of her spunky, short blonde hair, waved gently at him as they peered from her red hood and dazzled in the sunlight peeking through the tree tops.

She turned gazing into the trees and he sucked in his breath hoping he'd gone unnoticed. Red eyes blazed at him but the girl quickly turned to the small house and stood at the door.

The boy's blue eyes followed the waves and billows of the red cloak that draped her shoulders and stature perfectly. He'd followed her her, not in by watching her, no, his heart...
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BATTLE OF ALL BATTLES!
BATTLE OF ALL BATTLES!
Twan burst through the bracken into a grassy clearing with his pursuer close behind. Blood covered and dripped from Twan's wolfish muzzle as he took a sharp turn; resulting in a loud crash from his predator hitting a tree. He skidded to a stop turning and facing the enemy, he couldn't bite back a smirk.

That quickly changed as the dhampir pounced at him pinning the lycan down a evil smirk crossed his face revealing the razor sharp fangs he possessed. Panic filled Twan's eyes for a split second as the fanged boy lunged at the werewolf's neck.

A loud scream echoed as a massive paw threw the dhampir...
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Yup. I'm posting early, so I can give myself some time to finish the next few parts over Thanksgiving Break. Also... I just want you to have some Kyric fluff.
This story occurs around the end of November/December 1st, which, according to the YJ comics, is Robin's birthday, therefore making it Fin's biological birthday. :3 Yup... Enjoy!


Watching from an opposite rooftop, a smile graced a pair of crimson painted lips. “She’s too vulnerable like this. Untrusting.”
“So what are you going to do about it?”
“I’ve heard she wants to do this all on her own.”
“And...”
The first girl’s...
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