Era’s P.O.V.
Two hundred years. That’s how long I’ve lived. I’ve seen things that most people have never, will never seen in their lifetime. Back when I was still young, back when this all began for me, it wasn’t like this. Metas were accepted. If bạn had powers, bạn were hero material. But now that’s all over.
It took us years to fully stop the Kroloteans, and then there was literally almost nothing. Just the usual villains. And soon there wasn’t anything. 100 years passed, and all the original Giải cứu thế giới and villains passed. Soon the newer ones did too. After another 100 years of that, the world was at perfect peace. And there was a phoenix spirit at one point, but she left us.
How do I know?
I used to be her host. I’m the one who was forced to live the longest out of everyone, watching them all die, whether naturally hoặc in battle. And when they passed, the legends started. I never used names. To this day, the true identity of Người dơi remains a mystery. I didn’t want to give that up. My kids spread the legends on, and some details were Mất tích to history, but they were still told for a century after that.
When the world came at full peace, when the sons of the daughters of the original villains were gone and there was no one continuing on the legacies of heroes, it was nicely silent. It got extremely boring, after a while.
Another century passed, and the legends now were just that-- legends. There was no proof that Giải cứu thế giới had ever existed, and so people stopped believing. They began to forget the details entirely, and it was rare to find an everyday family that still told the stories.
The phoenix and I are actually intensely alike. We both easily get bored. So when the peace came, she became restless. She agreed to stay with me until she was absolutely sure it was safe.
It didn’t take her long. When she decided to leave, it occurred to me that I’d die without her-- someone doesn’t just live for two hundred years and survive for another amount of her natural life. So the phoenix agreed that she’d let me life for a tháng in order to get my priorities straightened out. Nothing would happen. Nothing should have happened.
But then again, when had things ever gone my way?
As soon as she left, a new villain with an incredible power arrived, almost as if in her place. He raised the dead. No, not like zombies. In perfect health. Perfect shape. Even if they’d died at an extreme age, they came back about 20. Of course, under his complete control. And I realized then that I was completely helpless, useless, powerless-- but I was the only one who knew what to do.
That’s how this started. I found metas from the street, ones who’d Mất tích their homes, and I took them in. The stronghold was in Gotham-- Old Gotham now. Of course they didn’t know what the stronghold meant to me. Of course they didn’t. The multi-level maze of a house meant nothing to them, a simple relic destroyed in the years of the past. To me it was home, the one place I could stay to feel safe. The apartment in Trinity was nice, but it didn’t compare to Wayne Manor.
Now I had a few days to keep up my new alias of ‘Era.’ On the third ngày of training, the pheonix sent me a small gift. A single power that I’d never really been able to control. I started seeing people who I really shouldn’t. It started only moments in a nightmare that had occurred one night.
Normal P.O.V.
Day: 3 of 30
Era woke in a cold sweat, her vàng hair plastered to her forehead and her dark blue eyes wide with fear. The thought running through her mind was along the lines of ‘it wasn’t real.’ She pulled the covers over her knees to her chest. Sighing, she brought a hand to her hair, her fingers lingering there as she silently wished to herself that she hadn’t cut it. Laying back, her head rested on her pillow, scanning the room covered in rubble and dust. It wasn’t exactly best for her lungs, but she couldn’t chịu, gấu to live in Dick, Bruce hoặc Danna’s room. They were in the less destroyed wings-- her room had been further away from the others, in the very back of the house. She had loved the seclusion, the times when she could escape to her room and it would take the others a while to find it.
“Nightmare?”
Her eyes widened further when the unknown voice was heard. Well, it wasn’t unknown. It was actually very known. One of the most known voices in her life. She stuttered, looking for the nguồn of the imposter’s voice.
“I’m right here!”
She looked to her right to find the teen with the shoulder-length dark brown waves sitting tiếp theo to her. Her bright turquoise eyes looked wise but young, and the smile she wore was wide and sincere. Era’s mouth couldn’t form coherent words-- the body tiếp theo to her was slightly transparent, and seemed to glow in the darkness. “Dude. What’s up?” the figure voiced worriedly.
“Wh-who are you?” Era stuttered, afraid of the answer.
The figure’s face contorted. “Well, duh! Only your best friend? bạn couldn’t forget me?”
Era shook her head. “No! No, my best friend died! She’s dead!”
“Well, yeah, I’m dead, but bạn can see dead people.”
“What?”
“You can see dead people!”
Era leaned back. “No way.”
“That’s your gift, now.”
“But--”
“Oh, I’ll explain later! Could bạn just be happy that I’m here?”
Era’s face broke into a grin. “Happy? I’m ecstatic! Aisling, I’m talking to you! For the first time in 200 years, I’m talking to you!”
Two hundred years. That’s how long I’ve lived. I’ve seen things that most people have never, will never seen in their lifetime. Back when I was still young, back when this all began for me, it wasn’t like this. Metas were accepted. If bạn had powers, bạn were hero material. But now that’s all over.
It took us years to fully stop the Kroloteans, and then there was literally almost nothing. Just the usual villains. And soon there wasn’t anything. 100 years passed, and all the original Giải cứu thế giới and villains passed. Soon the newer ones did too. After another 100 years of that, the world was at perfect peace. And there was a phoenix spirit at one point, but she left us.
How do I know?
I used to be her host. I’m the one who was forced to live the longest out of everyone, watching them all die, whether naturally hoặc in battle. And when they passed, the legends started. I never used names. To this day, the true identity of Người dơi remains a mystery. I didn’t want to give that up. My kids spread the legends on, and some details were Mất tích to history, but they were still told for a century after that.
When the world came at full peace, when the sons of the daughters of the original villains were gone and there was no one continuing on the legacies of heroes, it was nicely silent. It got extremely boring, after a while.
Another century passed, and the legends now were just that-- legends. There was no proof that Giải cứu thế giới had ever existed, and so people stopped believing. They began to forget the details entirely, and it was rare to find an everyday family that still told the stories.
The phoenix and I are actually intensely alike. We both easily get bored. So when the peace came, she became restless. She agreed to stay with me until she was absolutely sure it was safe.
It didn’t take her long. When she decided to leave, it occurred to me that I’d die without her-- someone doesn’t just live for two hundred years and survive for another amount of her natural life. So the phoenix agreed that she’d let me life for a tháng in order to get my priorities straightened out. Nothing would happen. Nothing should have happened.
But then again, when had things ever gone my way?
As soon as she left, a new villain with an incredible power arrived, almost as if in her place. He raised the dead. No, not like zombies. In perfect health. Perfect shape. Even if they’d died at an extreme age, they came back about 20. Of course, under his complete control. And I realized then that I was completely helpless, useless, powerless-- but I was the only one who knew what to do.
That’s how this started. I found metas from the street, ones who’d Mất tích their homes, and I took them in. The stronghold was in Gotham-- Old Gotham now. Of course they didn’t know what the stronghold meant to me. Of course they didn’t. The multi-level maze of a house meant nothing to them, a simple relic destroyed in the years of the past. To me it was home, the one place I could stay to feel safe. The apartment in Trinity was nice, but it didn’t compare to Wayne Manor.
Now I had a few days to keep up my new alias of ‘Era.’ On the third ngày of training, the pheonix sent me a small gift. A single power that I’d never really been able to control. I started seeing people who I really shouldn’t. It started only moments in a nightmare that had occurred one night.
Normal P.O.V.
Day: 3 of 30
Era woke in a cold sweat, her vàng hair plastered to her forehead and her dark blue eyes wide with fear. The thought running through her mind was along the lines of ‘it wasn’t real.’ She pulled the covers over her knees to her chest. Sighing, she brought a hand to her hair, her fingers lingering there as she silently wished to herself that she hadn’t cut it. Laying back, her head rested on her pillow, scanning the room covered in rubble and dust. It wasn’t exactly best for her lungs, but she couldn’t chịu, gấu to live in Dick, Bruce hoặc Danna’s room. They were in the less destroyed wings-- her room had been further away from the others, in the very back of the house. She had loved the seclusion, the times when she could escape to her room and it would take the others a while to find it.
“Nightmare?”
Her eyes widened further when the unknown voice was heard. Well, it wasn’t unknown. It was actually very known. One of the most known voices in her life. She stuttered, looking for the nguồn of the imposter’s voice.
“I’m right here!”
She looked to her right to find the teen with the shoulder-length dark brown waves sitting tiếp theo to her. Her bright turquoise eyes looked wise but young, and the smile she wore was wide and sincere. Era’s mouth couldn’t form coherent words-- the body tiếp theo to her was slightly transparent, and seemed to glow in the darkness. “Dude. What’s up?” the figure voiced worriedly.
“Wh-who are you?” Era stuttered, afraid of the answer.
The figure’s face contorted. “Well, duh! Only your best friend? bạn couldn’t forget me?”
Era shook her head. “No! No, my best friend died! She’s dead!”
“Well, yeah, I’m dead, but bạn can see dead people.”
“What?”
“You can see dead people!”
Era leaned back. “No way.”
“That’s your gift, now.”
“But--”
“Oh, I’ll explain later! Could bạn just be happy that I’m here?”
Era’s face broke into a grin. “Happy? I’m ecstatic! Aisling, I’m talking to you! For the first time in 200 years, I’m talking to you!”
Brendan stood in his Navy uniform in silence.
"Why....why did bạn do it?" He pulled off his hat, and stared at the memorial, it was a tribute to the fallen soldiers. Brendan dipped his finger in black paint, and started nghề viết văn his Những người bạn name on the wall. They begged bạn not to go into this. bạn knew it was suicide mission, escpically with your powers. She begged bạn gods sake. I don't get why bạn did it...but I guess bạn made your choice. Tears slid down Brendans face I guess, bạn felt it was your place, to take that spot. But bạn brought down a evil force, a force so strong, that only bạn could break it. The Government will pay. They'll pay for what they put bạn through. I swear I'll avenge your death. Brendan wiped his hands clean and walked away. He had thirty-hours until he boarded the submarine, that's when his plan went underway.
Anyone got any idea who sacrificed themself?
"Why....why did bạn do it?" He pulled off his hat, and stared at the memorial, it was a tribute to the fallen soldiers. Brendan dipped his finger in black paint, and started nghề viết văn his Những người bạn name on the wall. They begged bạn not to go into this. bạn knew it was suicide mission, escpically with your powers. She begged bạn gods sake. I don't get why bạn did it...but I guess bạn made your choice. Tears slid down Brendans face I guess, bạn felt it was your place, to take that spot. But bạn brought down a evil force, a force so strong, that only bạn could break it. The Government will pay. They'll pay for what they put bạn through. I swear I'll avenge your death. Brendan wiped his hands clean and walked away. He had thirty-hours until he boarded the submarine, that's when his plan went underway.
Anyone got any idea who sacrificed themself?
Excerpt-
"Is this cool hoặc what?!" the teen exclaimed thêm than asked. His companion merely grunted a reply barely audible over the cheering crowd.
"Oh come on! How can bạn not like him?!"
"Do I really need to tell bạn again, Parker?"
"Yes."
"He's an eccentric, playboy billionaire who goes out at night and--"
"And?" Peter asked, smirk plastered to his face.
Sam grinned. "Ah, you're right." He frowned again. "I still don't like him."
"Whatever." Peter said, waving his hand absentmindedly.
"And now, ladies and gentlemen, Samuel Grant!"
The crowd burst into fresh cheers as Sam walked on-stage and shook the billionaire's hand. "Pleasure to meet bạn Mr. Stark."
"He's a natural actor." Peter shrugged.
"Is this cool hoặc what?!" the teen exclaimed thêm than asked. His companion merely grunted a reply barely audible over the cheering crowd.
"Oh come on! How can bạn not like him?!"
"Do I really need to tell bạn again, Parker?"
"Yes."
"He's an eccentric, playboy billionaire who goes out at night and--"
"And?" Peter asked, smirk plastered to his face.
Sam grinned. "Ah, you're right." He frowned again. "I still don't like him."
"Whatever." Peter said, waving his hand absentmindedly.
"And now, ladies and gentlemen, Samuel Grant!"
The crowd burst into fresh cheers as Sam walked on-stage and shook the billionaire's hand. "Pleasure to meet bạn Mr. Stark."
"He's a natural actor." Peter shrugged.
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance: blonde hair and dark blue eyes ( eyes can change colour depending on mood)
Personality: she is very strong willed and powerful, she often enjoys sparing but seems to be very stubborn when she needs help hoặc is in danger.
Powers/ Abilities: she can teleport ( but usually fails) she is very handy with her sword and has many skills in combat .
Past: when she was young, her mother died being stabbed bởi her father and she was abused bởi her father for many years, she ran away and was set off on her own until she was found bởi flash and was recommeneded to jooin the team.
( hope bạn like it i worked really hard and think i did a good job)
Likes: Sweets!
Best Friend: Terror!!!!
Loves: Cookies!! And Scott!
Dislikes: chua Candy
Worst Habit: I don’t act like an adult
Personal Secret: *whispers* I never share cookies
yêu thích Food: COOKIES!
yêu thích Color: Purple!
Code Name: Tiger
Mentor/Inspiration: Tom Cat and WildCat
Relations: Selina is technically my aunt...
Base of Operations: Outsider HQ
Personal Home: With Scott!!! ^-^
Occupation: Hero
Job: Waitress
Team: Outsiders
What Symbolizes You: Uhhh…….cookies? (Joy)
Biggest Regret: I have none
Dream Career: Wife! >w<
Most gần đây Nightmare: *whispers* The scary man takes me….
Spirit Animal: Cat