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Jolly Roger KoorbName: "Jolly" Roger Koorb
Myth: Red Skeleton
Age: 14 (By his people standards. In regular time he is actually 324)
DOB: December 6, 1687
Ethnicity: 1/3 French, 1/3 Spanish, 1/3 British
Relatives: "A lot"
Style: He wears outfits that compliment his heritage but more often than not he'll wear bland-colored business suits, a red necktie, and black-rimmed glasses (even though technically he has no eyes), combed hair, and a fedora with a ticket on it say "Press".
Social Pool: He is technically in all Social Pools as a member of the Press.
G.P.A: 4.5 (or so he claims)
Elective/Club: School Newspaper/ Journalism
Notes: He is both liked and despised by the entire school for the stories he prints.
In addition to the "Truth" he is most well known for his hilarious/outrageous "Truths" stories
One of the most outrageous stories/things he is known for is frequently accusing those on the student council/ASB for secretly working for Captain Nazi.
Another thing he is known for is h
Jane LawsonName: Jane Cherish Lawson
-Myth: The Five Horsemen of the Apocalypse
D. O. B: April 15 (Aries)
Ethnicity: English, Greek, Roman, Japanese (on her mother's side)
Relatives: John "Bill" Lawson (Father)
Tomoe Ame-Lawson (Mother)
Social Pool: None (closest being outcast)
G.P.A: 5.0 Normal and Honors (what do you expect?)
Notes: Jane is the daughter of the lesser known fifth Horseman of Apocalypse: Bureaucracy. (So it's no surprised she is picked on by them and the Sins.)
As such there are very few things known about her or her father. Not that anyone wants to know.
Jane although capable of speaking (and writing) all languages, communicates mostly through "Sign Language" where she holds up signs with what she wants to say written on it. Jane uses "Sign Language" due to the fact that prolonged exposure to her voice is quite capable of boring someone to d
Hunter Lucky LeviName: Hunter Lucky Levi
Myth: Urban Legend (Alligator/Crocodile living in the sewer)
Skin Color: Green
Eye Color: Orange
Relatives: Alfonse Levi (father)
Style: Urban Hockey Jock (has Lime Green Hair)
Social Pool: Has none really but is usually considered to be a Jock.
G.P.A: 3.49 (exactly)
Notes: A professional businessman/scalper (there's one in every school)
The most unique/oddest thing about Hunter is that he lives/lurks in a toilet.
He has his own bathrooms located through out the campus. He also has a toilet in virtually every room in the school allowing him to travel quickly.
Despite living in a toilet Hunter is very clean and hygienic (plus he never smells).
Hunter is a go to guy whenever you need something anonymously or otherwise.
Ex: tickets to concerts, answers to tests, cigarettes, etc.
However everything comes at a price. One of his own choosing; usually money but he also trades. Failure to pay has very dire conse
Rose "Raizen" von DoomName: Rose Raizen von Doom
Occupation: Student and Will be World Conqueror
Description: Rose has stylized back Red hair that literally looks like its on fire. His eye color is brown. He is 49. He wears a Black Hooded Cloak, Grey sleeveless shirt and Grey Jeans.
Special Attributes: Doom's most dangerous feature is his intellect, which has allowed him to make significant progress in virtually all branches of science. He has extensive knowledge of all sciences, physics, robotics, cybernetics, genetics, weapons technology, and bio-chemistry. Doom is a natural leader, a brilliant strategist, and a sly boy. He is also quasi-lingual and an expert at Hacking.
Personality: Rose usually maintains a stern, serious and distanced personality, but often loses his temper. Rose can also be very vigorous and won't back down when he is determined to achieve a goal or defeat an enemy. The risks that Rose will often take to reach his dream of becoming the ruler of the w
Daxam - a wandering NobodyName: Daxam
Proof of Existence: The Ultimate Terror.
World of Origin: The Incredibles (Metroville)
Element and Power: Summoning abilities.
Weapon: His entire body is his weapon.
I want to hear you Scream!
"This is the End of all Hope."
Its Terror Time Again!
Distinguishing Factors: His Silver Eyes.
Personality: Daxam is an unpredictable Nobody. He is usually mischievous and friendly with people he likes. But with most other people he is stern, cold, ruthless, savage and highly aggressive. Daxam loves scaring people and will go to great lengths to do just that.
Explanation of Powers: Daxam is an extremely gifted Summoner. He is able to call upon the powers and help of any and all Summon Creatures. Not only can he use them to attack with but he can also manifest their powers to make him stronger. For example he can call upon the power of Bahamut in order to fly and hover or the Strength of Titan to dish out extreme amounts of physical dam
Teresa von der RasierklingeName: Teresa von der Rasierklinge
Occupation: Graphic Novel writer. Formerly a soldier
Description: Teresa is a tall, attractive woman with long, Red hair. She usually wears camouflage or Black baggy Jeans, a Black Shirt with a Red infinity symbol on it. Her Eye color is Brown. She is 62
Special Attributes: Extremely skilled in the art of war/fighting and Hacking. A gifted writer of graphic novels and shes a damn good cook too.
Personality: Due to her militant training Teresa is emotionally reserved, often at times only speaks when something interesting or important has happened. Teresa is a bit paranoid about new people and will often spy on them to be sure theyre not enemies. Teresa also has a bit of a macabre touch, as she is quick to point out gross or morbid events or facts, often creeping out others. This also extends into some other parts of her as she even thought a Cerberus was cute. Despite this Teresa is known to be
Loving You- (Levi x Reader) [AU]
*A/N: The song lyrics are included in the fic, so listening to the song would be perfect with this fic~
( X )
Just once in a day, I remember you, miss you
“I’m not spending hard earned money on your coffee.”
You pout, letting a small huff escape your lips as Levi takes hold of the shopping bags, a grunt emitting from his throat.
“But, come on this is the last day I can fully spend with you before-
Rumour Has It - [AU] Punk!Teen!Levi x Teen!Reader
Being here was going to ruin his reputation, he was sure of it.
Levi had always been the “thug” of the school, as it were. He might’ve been short, but he was damn strong and damn intimidating. No one really wanted to mess with him, which he greatly appreciated. The last thing he wanted was to be approached by a bunch of assholes he wanted nothing to do with.
But… the bad part about repelling so many people was that you were among them. You too were too frightened of him to want to talk to him – even when you needed to you’d simply walk up to him, see him notice you, then run away. It was disheartening, especially considering you were the one person he actually wanted to approach him.
Despite that, Levi was always distant from others, he never went to parties or did anything with anyone outside of school – it gave him that mysterious sort of aura that people were intimidated by.
But that just had to fucking change, didn’t it? He just had t
Hungary x Child!Reader - Frying Pan
"Oh dear! Are you all alone. little girl?" a woman with wavy brown hair asked.
"Yes, ma'am." you replied.
"Where are your parents?"
"My dad's busy, ma'am. My big brother said that he'll come and pick me up at 2:30."
The woman checked her watch before saying, "But it's 3:25."
You looked down, "That bastard."
"Would you like me to take you to your home?"
"Well, I brought a new frying pan," the woman said as she took the frying pan from the paper bag that she was holding, "I can hit him if want."
You smiled, "Uh-huh!"
"I'm Elizabeta Hédervary. Nice to meet you!"
"Nice to meet you too, Mrs. Elizabeta! I'm [Y/N] Kirkland~!"
"[Y/N] Kirkland, huh? Arthur's daughter?"
"No, Oliver's daughter!"
"Ah! Then, I'll wait here with you, okay?"
~~~Timeskip to 4:10~~~
Allen ran towards your school and didn't find you at the gate. But instead, he got hit by Elizabeta with her frying pan.
Allen feel down, unconscious while you took Elizabeta's hand and walked away.
Physical check up | Doctor!Levi x Reader
Warning, may be pervy. Or not.
As you entered the clinic, you were greeted by a woman with ginger hair and eyes with glasses. She looked up and smiled at you.
"Hello and welcome to Survey Corps Clinic! How can I help you ma'am?" You took out a paper out your purse and handed it to the receptionist.
"I'm here for a check up," Your voice sounded a little croaky, like a frog trying to talk. She laughed under her breath, making you blush in embarrassment. She looked at it for a second before signing something, then gave the paper to another receptionist with short black hair sitting across her.
"Alright, I will call you when the doctors arrive, got it? For now, you may take a seat in the waiting room," Sighing, you sat down in one of the room's cold chairs.
After a what seemed a long while, you heard a soft, feminine voice call you out.
"[Full name], we will be seeing you now," You saw the girl with the same short black hair. You stood up, and walked over to her. She
2P!Canada x Child!Reader - Do You Want Pie?
Matthieu looked away from his book to finding you holding a pie, "Did you make that?"
"Uh-huh!" you nodded, "Wanna try it?"
Matthieu took of his glasses, "Lemme try."
You walked towards him then threw the pie on his face. You giggled and ran away.
"Why you little!" Matthieu angrily said before chasing you around the house.
Punk!Levi x Pregnant!Reader - Confession - [AU]
Punk!Levi x Pregnant!Reader [AU]
It was never supposed to go this far. Never did you imagine you'd be in this position. Anxiety rippled through your body at the news, not exactly sure how to cope with the situation at hand. Your doctor had given you the news straight forward, you were without a doubt six weeks pregnant. You figured the fatigue, sensitivity, and vomiting were the results of a virus, but oh how wrong you were. Tears threatened to fall, but you used every ounce of strength to not break now, not here at least. The doctor began to ramble on about taking care of yourself, checkups, and everything else that comes with carrying a child. You nodded at everything he said, acting like you understood the situation. But you didn't. You were fucking scared. What terrified you the most though, was breaking the news to your boyfriend, the father of your child, Levi.
You had met Levi when you got your first tattoo at the tender age of eighteen. J
Drunk!2P!America x Reader - Don't Trust Me
You hold your camera close to you while watching TV. You had a feeling that Allen would do something as you already seen him drinking earlier. You waited for a while until footsteps, that sounds like someone was wearing high heels, can be heard.
You peeked from the couch and found Allen walking downstairs, wearing a black dress and black high heels. He also wore make-up which amused you. You then started recording when you noticed that he was too drunk to notice that you're in the living room.
Black dress with the tights underneath,
I got the breath of the last cigarette on my teeth,
And she's an actress,
But she ain't got no need.
She's got money from her parents in a trust fund back east." Allen sand as he flips his skirt over.
He then sat on the chair that was beside the stairs. Once he sat down, he crossed his leg and continued singing,
"Tongues always pressed to your cheeks,
While my tongue is on the inside of some other girl's teeth,"
"Ew." you muttered.
"Tell your boyfriend if
DemonButler!Levi x Reader Not Your Ordinary ButlerRays of sunlight shone into your bedroom windows through the gaps between the curtains of your room. You were in bed, still donned in your nightgown. Your (hair color) locks sprawled sprawled across the pillows as you laid on your back. You lifted your left hand in the air, staring at the eccentric seal etched on it --- the seal that bonded you to a certain raven-haired man. The man who swore to protect you at all costs (with a price of course) took the form of your butler. It would be easier for him to protect you that way he had said, since it would require him to always stay by your side.
“Good, you’re awake.”
His velvety voice cut through your thoughts. You looked in the direction of his voice, frowning at the smug look he had on his face, his gray eyes fixated on your left hand. You watched as he made his way to your bed, the tail of his suit swooshed in the air. When he reached the edge of your bed, he grabbed your hand and inspected the seal.
“What were y
Drunk!2P!FACE x Child!Reader - Drunken Night
Today, you were sitting with your family on the dinning table, watching them get drunk as you drink your strawberry milk. Allen, Matthieu and Francois seems to be calm and dumb while Oliver just gets angry. Just angry enough for him to slap the three. You tried recording but Oliver took it and threw your camera on to the couch. You were relieved that it landed safely and it's position was on your family, meaning that it was recording the whole time.
"Hey," Allen spoke, "Remember when I stick my leg out and Oliver tripped over and fell on the pool?"
"Well, of course! That's when you were just a baby." Oliver growled.
"No... I was just... Nine?"
"No, you were 96 that time." Matthieu corrected him.
"Then how old am I now?"
"2014." Francois replied.
"Hey hey! Remember that one time I tried to propose to Al?" Matthieu asked.
"I should have said yes!" Allen spat.
"Well, there is still time to propose." Francois suggested.
Mathhieu nodded as he holds Allen's hand
Galatea "Wolf Girl" LoboName: Galatea Wolf Girl Lobo
Abilities/powers: Galatea has enhanced reflexes, giving her cat-like agility in battle. This ability not only allows her to jump at great heights, but can also make Galatea dodge most attacks, whether it would be physical or magical. She has a vertical leap of a few dozen feet, can run faster than a speeding bullet, and is capable of performing superhuman feats (for example, she can run down the vertical face of a building without falling off). She also has superhuman strength, enabling her to do battle with creatures/beings far larger than she is with little trouble. Galatea's strength level far exceeds that of most demons, even though the average demon has strength far above the human norm, and on multiple occasions Galatea has been known to over-power creatures that are supposedly high-level. The exact limits of her strength are not known, but she was once seen holding up snapped susp
five.Five is the number of times you worry he’s stopped breathing, as the surgeons carve around his heart, twisting away the plaque ridden arteries, and pulling a vein out of his leg. Five is the number of heart wrenching hours you and your family were waiting in the hospital room, worried that your lives would crumble, that there would be five members of the family instead of six, that five days out of the week he would not come home for dinner, that five kisses from him would no longer be given to his wife and four children. Five was the amount of fingernails you bit off while watching people enter and exit the waiting room, and the amount of minutes your mother spent on the phone, explaining that something was wrong. Five is the critical difference between holding a father’s hand as your mother cries into his heart shaped pillow. The difference between rejoicing and smiling weakly because he’s okay or carrying your father’s American-flag-covered-casket and watchin
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