Edward wanders through the building, something had happened, he'd passed out and woken up different, having been hit by some strange magic that had changed him back into a child.
Edward hums to himself as he stumbles into a room, looking around with wide eyes, he's confused, he can't remember anything. He spots someone and hurries over to them, holding up his arms. "Up!" He whines softly, his eyes watery with tears, he doesn't know where he is.
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A masked ball, how very Hydra. Carlos sighs as he adjusts his mask once more, it's black and silver, almost covering his entire face. He runs his hands down his suit. He's always hated doing these parties, pretending he enjoys Hydra's company.
Slowly and reluctantly he heads out of his quarters, moving to the grand staircase and making his way down the steps. His eyes flick around the ballroom, taking in every detail, memorizing everything he sees.
Carlos slowly makes his way deeper into the crowds, trying not to draw too much attention to himself which is pretty much impossible with how he'd dressed and who he is.
TWs: Past abuse, sexual abuse, pedophilia, fire related torture, noncon nudity, blackmail
Have you ever gotten an email from a dead man? Shouldn't be possible. Shouldn't be and yet... theres a function to schedule emails for the future. Voss didn't know that when they grabbed him. He did now.
As the criminal, just one guy, a 5'9 guy with short brown hair and eyes that look way too familiar for Voss's comfort, had grabbed him off the street and shoved him into an alley. Turns out Vito had a brother. And today on his birthday he'd received an email from his deceased little bro. Videos. Several of them, showing off Voss's powers. Showing how easy he was to control. How obedient. This had all been explained to the young fox as he'd been pulled through alleys, shoved into a car and then pulled back out into a warehouse.
The warehouse was empty, save for a metal chair, a projector, and several cans of gasoline. Voss shook as he was instructed to strip, his shirt and pants tossed in the corner, along with his collar and even more importantly his inhibitor bracelet. Left in just boxers he was told to sit as the man pulled out rope and tied each of his limbs to the chair. The projector was turned on, playing each of the videos, showing Voss exactly why he needed to behave. His ears twitched nervously as he heard the unscrewing of a gas can and he lets out a gasp as the cold liquid is poured directly over his head, coating his hair, his ears, dripping down his face and chest and back. When the man runs out he simply opens another can and continues pouring, making sure hes completely soaked. Tails weighed down by the liquid and by fear.
"You deserve this whore. Time to find out how fire resistant you really are... and just for good measure... how fire resistant your friends are." The man grabs Voss's phone, unlocking it with the boys finger, doing something and then tossing it in the corner and walking out. Leaving him alone and terrified.
You'd recieved a text from Voss. No words, just a location then silence. He won't respond, won't answer texts or calls.
The horrible videos are still playing when you make your way inside. When those frightened orange eyes stare at you and he desperately struggles against his restraints. "Don't get any closer!"
// All are welcome to reply! If our characters don't already know each other then just ignore the text part and assume your character like heard noises inside the building or something //
Backstory: Is April's younger brother. He is the child of Sienna and Erik Lehnsherr (Magneto)
The book store was a place she'll go often. A way to learn a bit more especially as April was so close to completing her college degree.
So naturally, in her world. She got to take Arianna and little Evan to the store. Both in their stroller as she got to have some time with the kids.
She was meeting someone here too, so as she waited for her plus one for the day. She didn't notice the young man walking over, the one she rarely sees.
It's probably why when he leans over and speaks up, even if she knows his voice was safe. It still startles her- "Now why is my older sister here all, alone?"
Alfonso-
April whips her head back as she blinks. A small smile to her lips as she turns and gave the taller man a hug. And a squeak left her, "Al! I haven't seen you in a while- are you here to see her?"
Their mother, but she doesn't say it out loud. He usually flinched at the word, mother.
She didn't see the person she was planning to spend the day with walking in. And speaking to a strange man they didn't recognize.
I adopted two characters that I felt would be cool to turn into super heroes :oD the moment I saw them I was filled with so much inspiration! They're both friends of Mateo and Ezra, too.
Original design/art under the cut!
Mika is created by YueniDarkDemon and Dylan is created by JasperVoidseeker
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It had started out as a rash. Then hard lumps on his back that looked bruised. They were bruised. He'd slammed himself against far too many walls and trees in an attempt to ease the itching. And now, they had finally broken the skin. It hurt. Not just his back. The pain ran down his sides, his arms, his entire torso.
He didn't know who to go to. His caregivers would be so disappointed. They didn't want a mutant. He didn't want to be a mutant.
So he hid. Curled up in an empty shed he'd found back when they first moved here, he tried to flex the stupid new limbs so they'd stop aching. He couldn't. They hadn't broken properly. Ought to have been freed from their elesticy sacks by now, but instead they were drying onto the feathers. That hurt too. He didn't know. Didn't know what it was supposed to look like. Feel like.
Destiny would be about 15 years here; yes a bit of a late bloomer. The setting is wherever makes sense for your character. You can be a good guy or a bad guy. Use any blog you want. Y'all know the rules.
