Richi's vision blurred as he faded back into consciousness. The stone ground felt cold under his body, and as he picked himself up, his head began to throb with pain. Using a nearby 墙 to help himself into a standing position, he winced as a sharp pain suddenly came from his sides. Bars blocked him from leaving his apparent cell, and light shone through from the hallway. Richi felt blood trickle down from his cheek, and he saw that several bruises and cuts were all over his body. He felt his rib-cage and counted three broken, at least four fractured. "Wha-" he began to ask himself before his memory came flooding back to him. The injuries on his body combined with the shock of what had occurred earlier made his legs give out, and Richi slid against the 墙 as he slumped back into a sitting position. "Well, damn." He grimaced as he contemplated their possible fates, and cursed at himself for risking their lives for something that shouldn't have mattered to him. Despite his own current situation, Richi felt a wave of calmness wash over him, and he felt drowsy. His eyes slowly began to close, and he was then asleep.
Richi began to dream for the first time in days. He was standing in an open, wide grassy field with nothing around him for miles on end. Taking in his surroundings, he soon felt a familiar presence behind him, and a pair of arms gently wrapped around his neck for a hug. The girl comforted him, and Richi felt something he hadn't felt in a long time. Her soft skin caressed his own, and she began to speak in a sweet voice.
"Wake up."
.....
"Wake up!"
.....
"WAKE UP!"
Groaning, Richi slowly opened his eyes and found an unexpected scene in front of him. Two teens, a boy and a girl, were standing over him with an expression of curiosity on their faces. Richi looked back with the same look and took note of their appearance. From the looks of it, they were also prisoners. They both sported ragged and torn clothing and dirt streaked across their body in numerous areas. The girl's soft eyes and dark red hair reminded him of an old childhood friend, as well as the boy's serious expression and dark black hair. "Who are 你 two?" Richi asked them. The two continued to stare at him, ignoring his question. Richi sighed, cursing at himself for his own predicament. From his back pocket, he pulled out an old mask which he's kept since he was 8. It was an old birthday present, and he had treasured it ever since. He heard a gasp from one of the teens, and as he looked up, Richi was essentially tackled 由 the girl. "What the-?" Richi exclaimed before the girl interrupted him.
"It IS you!" She shouted happily. The boy behind her simply grinned as the girl held him in a tight hug. "Who ARE you?" Richi asked again, now feeling slightly annoyed. The girl looked at him with an expression of confusion. "You... don't recognize us?" The boy spoke up before Richi could, no longer grinning, but still obviously elated. "It's been years, Jenna. It's not a surprise he doesn't recognize us." The girl nodded. "I guess that makes sense, Sean." Richi looked at both of them, surprised to hear the names of his old childhood friends. "You mean...." Jenna looked at him with an excited expression, and tightly hugged him again. "You do remember us." While Jenna embraced her old friend, Sean simply watched with a curious expression. "Richi..... What are 你 doing here?" Richi sighed and ran his fingers through his blonde hair. "It's a long story that's not worth explaining. To sum it all up, I'm being blackmailed, and I'm running an errand." Jenna looked at him with concern, and asked," Blackmailed? With what?" Richi looked at the pair before replying, his face slightly blushing from embarrassment. "....You two and your safety."
Jenna smiled at this and gave him a friendly 吻乐队（Kiss） on the cheek. "Thanks." Richi gave a small smirk and picked himself off the ground, still groaning from the pain. "Let's get out of here, shall we?" Richi asked. Sean noticed his difficulty in moving, and expressed his concern. "Hey... Are 你 sure it's alright to be moving?" Richi looked at the black-haired teen and grinned. "Yeah. I'll be fine. My regenerative powers will speed up my healing." Slowly, he made his way to the cell bars and tested them. "Still tight. Age must've weakened them a bit at the very least." Before he could try anything, however, Jenna held Richi back. "Why don't we try together?" The three tackled the bars simultaneously, and after several slams, the bars gave away and the teens began to escape.
Richi took in his surroundings. He now noticed that he and his 老友记 weren't the only ones in this dungeon. As he ran down the corridors, shouts came out from other cells, all pleading 或者 threatening him to open their cell. He ignored the majority of them, but a bright color in the corner of eye caught his attention. Slowing down, he looked inside through the bars. A small girl about 6 或者 7 years old was quietly sleeping on one of the cots in the cell, and like his friends, sported ragged and torn clothing. Her blonde hair looked like a dirty yellow with the grime and dirt. "Richi!" Jenna shouted. "Come on!" "Y-yeah. Coming." Richi shouted back. Richi ran to catch up with his friends, who had stopped for some unknown reason. "What's up?" he asked. Sean looked over at him. "Someone's fighting up ahead, and from the sound of it, it seems we're going to have our hands full in a minute."
Richi began to dream for the first time in days. He was standing in an open, wide grassy field with nothing around him for miles on end. Taking in his surroundings, he soon felt a familiar presence behind him, and a pair of arms gently wrapped around his neck for a hug. The girl comforted him, and Richi felt something he hadn't felt in a long time. Her soft skin caressed his own, and she began to speak in a sweet voice.
"Wake up."
.....
"Wake up!"
.....
"WAKE UP!"
Groaning, Richi slowly opened his eyes and found an unexpected scene in front of him. Two teens, a boy and a girl, were standing over him with an expression of curiosity on their faces. Richi looked back with the same look and took note of their appearance. From the looks of it, they were also prisoners. They both sported ragged and torn clothing and dirt streaked across their body in numerous areas. The girl's soft eyes and dark red hair reminded him of an old childhood friend, as well as the boy's serious expression and dark black hair. "Who are 你 two?" Richi asked them. The two continued to stare at him, ignoring his question. Richi sighed, cursing at himself for his own predicament. From his back pocket, he pulled out an old mask which he's kept since he was 8. It was an old birthday present, and he had treasured it ever since. He heard a gasp from one of the teens, and as he looked up, Richi was essentially tackled 由 the girl. "What the-?" Richi exclaimed before the girl interrupted him.
"It IS you!" She shouted happily. The boy behind her simply grinned as the girl held him in a tight hug. "Who ARE you?" Richi asked again, now feeling slightly annoyed. The girl looked at him with an expression of confusion. "You... don't recognize us?" The boy spoke up before Richi could, no longer grinning, but still obviously elated. "It's been years, Jenna. It's not a surprise he doesn't recognize us." The girl nodded. "I guess that makes sense, Sean." Richi looked at both of them, surprised to hear the names of his old childhood friends. "You mean...." Jenna looked at him with an excited expression, and tightly hugged him again. "You do remember us." While Jenna embraced her old friend, Sean simply watched with a curious expression. "Richi..... What are 你 doing here?" Richi sighed and ran his fingers through his blonde hair. "It's a long story that's not worth explaining. To sum it all up, I'm being blackmailed, and I'm running an errand." Jenna looked at him with concern, and asked," Blackmailed? With what?" Richi looked at the pair before replying, his face slightly blushing from embarrassment. "....You two and your safety."
Jenna smiled at this and gave him a friendly 吻乐队（Kiss） on the cheek. "Thanks." Richi gave a small smirk and picked himself off the ground, still groaning from the pain. "Let's get out of here, shall we?" Richi asked. Sean noticed his difficulty in moving, and expressed his concern. "Hey... Are 你 sure it's alright to be moving?" Richi looked at the black-haired teen and grinned. "Yeah. I'll be fine. My regenerative powers will speed up my healing." Slowly, he made his way to the cell bars and tested them. "Still tight. Age must've weakened them a bit at the very least." Before he could try anything, however, Jenna held Richi back. "Why don't we try together?" The three tackled the bars simultaneously, and after several slams, the bars gave away and the teens began to escape.
Richi took in his surroundings. He now noticed that he and his 老友记 weren't the only ones in this dungeon. As he ran down the corridors, shouts came out from other cells, all pleading 或者 threatening him to open their cell. He ignored the majority of them, but a bright color in the corner of eye caught his attention. Slowing down, he looked inside through the bars. A small girl about 6 或者 7 years old was quietly sleeping on one of the cots in the cell, and like his friends, sported ragged and torn clothing. Her blonde hair looked like a dirty yellow with the grime and dirt. "Richi!" Jenna shouted. "Come on!" "Y-yeah. Coming." Richi shouted back. Richi ran to catch up with his friends, who had stopped for some unknown reason. "What's up?" he asked. Sean looked over at him. "Someone's fighting up ahead, and from the sound of it, it seems we're going to have our hands full in a minute."
Alter Ego- Night
Age- 14
Grade- Freshmen
Allies- Target/Caleb
Personality- flashy, competitive, little sister, cocky, arrogant, proud, loud, loving, a little violent, spirted
Ability-
日 unlike her brother is not a meta. She works with blades and hand to hand combat. She often uses her mouth to get what she wants and feeds lies to the enemy. She can set traps and is a great pickpocket.
Weakness-
She's to loud. To arrogant, She likes being flash and competitive about her surroundings. She is also a little sister which means she pushed her brother to the limit. Since he is a meta she sometimes feels that she has to beat him at stuff.
History-
Her father ran off shortly after she was born. Her mother committed suicide when she was 8. She doesn't remember her mother much because the woman was not a constant in her young life. She mostly remembers Caleb raising her.
Side notes-
-is a little ruff and tends to get in trouble at school.
Alias:Unknown
Age: 14 (would be 18 now)
Status: deceased
Appearance: dirty blonde hair, dark blue eyes, 5'8, he always wore a beanies and really any headgear. and he always has black war paint on his cheeks.
Personality: He was very cocky and tried to make a joke out of everything, he always thought of cocky and sarcastic remarks to people who were trying to be serious. He was someone who lightened the mood when things got tough. especially being trapped in that town.
Powers/Abilities: he had the ability to create mist and fog to hide himself 或者 confuse enemies, his weapon of choice was daggers and a small double handed scypths.
Past: he died in a escape plan gone wrong.
Others: He was one of the reasons why BloodMist never cracked under the sadness and how overwhelmed he felt being trapped there. He made him see the light in most of the situations and made him able to keep his composure.
Alias: unknown.
Age: 15 ( would be 19 now)
Status: deceased
Appearance: black hair, green eyes, 5'10, glasses.
Personality: he is very very smart and often thinks things through the logical way before actually doing it. He was often the one to speak his mind and opinion and prove that he was always right with his theories.
Powers/Abilities: he was truly someone with a brilliant mind, could hack systems, and develop inventions of his own that his team used. He had great combat skills with spears. His brain is his power.
Past: he was killed in a break out with his team.
Others: The teleport smoke bombs BloodMist uses were his invention and he taught him how to make them. Most of the adjustments in Mistys suit were Logan's invention (ex. the suction on his hands a feet so he can run on the sides of buildings, the wrist grappling hooks)
Name:Matt Nast
age:15
Alias: GreyStar
powers: clairvoyant, astral projection,he can resurrects the dead(but only if they have been dead for less than a day),and white magic
civvies:changes
hero outfit:whatever he's wearing with a white 披风, 斗篷 and gloves
appearance:black hair eyes sometimes blue sometimes brown tall average weight
race:half German half Vietnamese
BG story:Ever since his grandfather passed away he has been able to speak to the dead,and throughout the years he gained 更多 powers.
Now he has decided to use them for a good use,and so he saves people and goes 由 the name GreyStar.
<3<3<3 Hope 你 enjoyed
age:15
Alias: GreyStar
powers: clairvoyant, astral projection,he can resurrects the dead(but only if they have been dead for less than a day),and white magic
civvies:changes
hero outfit:whatever he's wearing with a white 披风, 斗篷 and gloves
appearance:black hair eyes sometimes blue sometimes brown tall average weight
race:half German half Vietnamese
BG story:Ever since his grandfather passed away he has been able to speak to the dead,and throughout the years he gained 更多 powers.
Now he has decided to use them for a good use,and so he saves people and goes 由 the name GreyStar.
<3<3<3 Hope 你 enjoyed
Matt new to Gotham city
