[A/N] Um....hello. I'm new to the club. The reason I'm doing this mostly is because one of my good IRL friends, who you know as SilverWings13 / SilverWingsYJ, kind of....well....persuaded me to do this to RP. She can be very convincing at times. I mean, she's the reason I even got into Young Justice, which is one of my few favorite shows.
Anyway, here it is. Oh, if this is similar to someone else's OC, then I apologize. If you want, I'll take this down and we never have to speak of this again, 'cause I'm that type of person :P.
Name: Richi Devilin
Alias: Hell Apostle
Age: 16
Skin Color: Almost peach, but a little pale
Eye color: Left eye is bright gold, Right eye is a dark brown.
Hair: Blonde. Very messy, but occasionally straightens it.
Civvies (As SilverWings13 told me to say): White hoodie with a light grey shirt underneath. Black jeans. Necklace with a picture inside.
Costume: Custom-made shirt that's white on the left, black on the right. Large brown cross on the back of the shirt. Same color scheme for the jeans, with the cross on the back pockets. Mask half white, half black (white right, black left).
Weapons: 2 daggers, sheathed and kept at the waist at all times on a belt. Left dagger made of Angelic Diamond. Right dagger made of Hellish Obsidian.
Powers: Summoning (either angel warriors or undead minions; up to 10), transparency, can see people's life-force (when they die, basically), can revive someone from the dead at the cost of time from his own life.
Skills: Excels at close range combat. Can't do anything long range to save his life. Very agile, and excellent at tracking and survival.
Personality: Very quiet. Only speaks when he has to. Seldom with other people, and loves to be in forests. But when he warms up to someone, he speaks a little more around him/her. Loyal to everyone he considers is worth it. Will get the job done.
History: From day one, he's hated himself. He just HAD to have the lord of Hell as his dad. He just HAD to have inherited Satan's powers, which he hated. He's always been alone. Satan never cared about what he was doing, and his mother dumped him in a trash can the day she left the hospital. At least Heaven kind of cared. Peter, one of the 12 apostles, took pity on Richi and brought him to Heaven to raise him. But, since he was the devil's spawn, everyone avoided him. At 10, he got the hint. He asked Peter for his blessing (which gave him his heavenly powers and the gold left eye) and what is now his right dagger, and went back to earth. Satan, upon learning where he had went, gave him his left dagger for being the first devil child to enter Heaven and not die. For several years, he's lived in forests and survived with the animals, who accepted him.
It's long, I know, but I'm, well, nervous. How is it?
Anyway, here it is. Oh, if this is similar to someone else's OC, then I apologize. If you want, I'll take this down and we never have to speak of this again, 'cause I'm that type of person :P.
Name: Richi Devilin
Alias: Hell Apostle
Age: 16
Skin Color: Almost peach, but a little pale
Eye color: Left eye is bright gold, Right eye is a dark brown.
Hair: Blonde. Very messy, but occasionally straightens it.
Civvies (As SilverWings13 told me to say): White hoodie with a light grey shirt underneath. Black jeans. Necklace with a picture inside.
Costume: Custom-made shirt that's white on the left, black on the right. Large brown cross on the back of the shirt. Same color scheme for the jeans, with the cross on the back pockets. Mask half white, half black (white right, black left).
Weapons: 2 daggers, sheathed and kept at the waist at all times on a belt. Left dagger made of Angelic Diamond. Right dagger made of Hellish Obsidian.
Powers: Summoning (either angel warriors or undead minions; up to 10), transparency, can see people's life-force (when they die, basically), can revive someone from the dead at the cost of time from his own life.
Skills: Excels at close range combat. Can't do anything long range to save his life. Very agile, and excellent at tracking and survival.
Personality: Very quiet. Only speaks when he has to. Seldom with other people, and loves to be in forests. But when he warms up to someone, he speaks a little more around him/her. Loyal to everyone he considers is worth it. Will get the job done.
History: From day one, he's hated himself. He just HAD to have the lord of Hell as his dad. He just HAD to have inherited Satan's powers, which he hated. He's always been alone. Satan never cared about what he was doing, and his mother dumped him in a trash can the day she left the hospital. At least Heaven kind of cared. Peter, one of the 12 apostles, took pity on Richi and brought him to Heaven to raise him. But, since he was the devil's spawn, everyone avoided him. At 10, he got the hint. He asked Peter for his blessing (which gave him his heavenly powers and the gold left eye) and what is now his right dagger, and went back to earth. Satan, upon learning where he had went, gave him his left dagger for being the first devil child to enter Heaven and not die. For several years, he's lived in forests and survived with the animals, who accepted him.
It's long, I know, but I'm, well, nervous. How is it?
EXTREME SPOILERS FOR DIVIDED WE FALL AHEAD!!!! IF YOU HAVE NOT READ THE PREVIOUS BOOK, DO NOT READ THIS PREVIEW!!!
Scene 2:
"You are a good man." Barbara said once more, firmly.
"Thanks, Babs." Sam said softly, looking into the red-head's blue eyes. Barbara returned the gaze. Sam leaned forward and brushed a strand of hair put of her face. "You are one of the best people I have eve met in my life." Sam said softly. "I'm glad we're friends Barbara."
The red-haired girl smiled and leaned forward, pressing her lips slightly to Sam's. Sam reached one hand into her fiery hair and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss before breaking off and standing up. "We tried this before. It didn't work out."
"Yeah..." Barbara said, looking to the side. "Sorry."
"Me too." Sam said, slipping on his mask and jumping from the window.
Barbara took a deep breath and about a full sixty seconds before returning to her computer.
Scene 2:
"You are a good man." Barbara said once more, firmly.
"Thanks, Babs." Sam said softly, looking into the red-head's blue eyes. Barbara returned the gaze. Sam leaned forward and brushed a strand of hair put of her face. "You are one of the best people I have eve met in my life." Sam said softly. "I'm glad we're friends Barbara."
The red-haired girl smiled and leaned forward, pressing her lips slightly to Sam's. Sam reached one hand into her fiery hair and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss before breaking off and standing up. "We tried this before. It didn't work out."
"Yeah..." Barbara said, looking to the side. "Sorry."
"Me too." Sam said, slipping on his mask and jumping from the window.
Barbara took a deep breath and about a full sixty seconds before returning to her computer.
Hair:
Where i was originally born, i was royalty. Chosen immediately because my hair was white. In my tribe white hair was a rarity. And that child would become the queen or king at the earliest time possible. I became queen at the age of eight. I was wiser than i sounded. I was terrifying, yet generous. I helped and protected when ever necessary. But When my indecent occurred, and i was banished i left. And i was replaced by a new queen. A seven year old girl with short white hair. At that time i had long white hair.
It was to grow out for however long i was ruling. Now i had to cut. It was custom. Now i cut and left my hair grow out at what ever pace i choose. But as i look at my hair and see it flow, the pain flows too. The past i had. I loved it so. But it was part of my cursed color of hair that i became who i am. but then without it now...who would i be? Would i be here? Would i have the friends i do now?
Where i was originally born, i was royalty. Chosen immediately because my hair was white. In my tribe white hair was a rarity. And that child would become the queen or king at the earliest time possible. I became queen at the age of eight. I was wiser than i sounded. I was terrifying, yet generous. I helped and protected when ever necessary. But When my indecent occurred, and i was banished i left. And i was replaced by a new queen. A seven year old girl with short white hair. At that time i had long white hair.
It was to grow out for however long i was ruling. Now i had to cut. It was custom. Now i cut and left my hair grow out at what ever pace i choose. But as i look at my hair and see it flow, the pain flows too. The past i had. I loved it so. But it was part of my cursed color of hair that i became who i am. but then without it now...who would i be? Would i be here? Would i have the friends i do now?