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@1Hawkeyes Oh, that'd be lovely, thanks.

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{ Korine and Aiden }

Out at the gardens she was, sitting on a beautifully crafted marble bench as she contemplated the stary dark sky above. Breathing in, she filled her partially dead lungs —mostly used out of habit than out of real necessity— with the fresh night breeze and the delicate scent of the flowers. The beautiful vampire woman enjoyed those moments of calm and silence out there, where she could feel at peace with only the sound of some occasional little animal around and her thoughts... And the soft beating of the human heart just a few feet away from her, of course. She used to seek for a servant's company whenever there was one around, in case she would need anything —even nourishment. Korine had found out that Aiden happened to be an agreeable company, always quiet and barely noticeable, as well as highly efficient ever disposed to his superior's command. At least, if not exactly for pleasure, he knew his place and how to behave around his masters in order to stay alive.

An unsettling scream inside of the castle suddenly broke the peaceful atmosphere surrounding them. Whether it was because of the alarming note of terror in the victim's scream or merely the night chill, the redhead servant shuddered inevitably. Korine turned back towards the castle, a subtle frown on her face. She couldn't understand why Mahzun had to be that savage and ruthless with his victims every time. It had become somewhat tiresome and unnerving. The poor boy's reaction hadn't gone unnoticed, his face twisting on a slight wince as he paled just a bit. He hated that, it made him feel sick every time he had to witness or just listen to such brutality against his own kind, and somehow Korine seemed to understand that.
"It's alright, Aiden. You don't have to clean that mess, I'll get someone else to do it instead.", she muttered, offering him a soft smile in an attempt to console him. "I'm afraid we're already late for dinner. Let's go back inside, shall we?" She stood up, not really waiting for an answer to that, since it had been more like a statement.
"Yes, mi lady.", Aiden lowered his head, following the vampire back into the castle as she said.

{ Derrick and Kellan }

Had it been decades ago, one would have expected Derrick to be at some pub out there, drinking his dead guts out as if nothing really mattered and as if he had nothing better to do with his eternity. But that was a pleasure he had long left behind, mainly because it had been a friend's advice —or rather said scold. Now, instead of hanging out at pestilent local taverns, the relatively young vampire enjoyed his evenings hanging with his best friend and partner in crime, Kellan. They were both at the black-haired's chambers, chatting about nonsense as ever, joking and having a laugh until the whole 'scream drama' happened. They had both frozen in place, a tetric stillness of the aftermath ghosting in the air.
"Dinner time already?", Derrick huffed with dark humor. He was kind of used to Uncle's Mahzun's extravagant way of hunting his prey,... more or less. It never ceased to surprise him, though, every time the screams echoed through the castle walls; but it was inevitable and undeniable. He took it as a fact, more than anything else.
A cushion hit him right in the face, muffling a huff out of his mouth. "Shut up, Derrick! That was awful!", the blonde vampire scolded him, a frown visible on his face. That only made the other grin tauntingly.
"It is what it is, bro.", Derrick shrugged nonchalantly. Kellan glared at him, not quite amused as his friend seemed to be. "C'mon! You know I'm just kidding.", he added after a pause, chuckling. "It's still a bit late, and I'm kind of thirsty. Fancy coming?" Standing up from his sitting position at the center of his queen size bed, the dark haired vampire headed towards the door.
Shaking his head in mild disapproval, Kellan rolled his eyes and stood up from the edge of the bed where he had been sitting, still a little reluctantly. "Fine!" He agreed and they exited the room, going downstairs.

{ Deena }

As soon as night had fallen, the stylist was already on her way towards her first job on her agenda: a vampire woman who had seeked for her service a few days ago, asking for a makeover. It was only some block away from her humble appartment, so she could easily walk her way there. Not like she minded it at all, anyways. And she seemed always eager to work, since it was something she actually enjoyed doing. It pleased her to know her job could please someone else as well. Deena only had a couple more clients for the night, so she could probably ask the local canteen's owner to let her play something later on, once she was done with her agenda. Her job and music were the two things that passionated her the most.

Looking for Partners [MXM] [FXF]

@Fleurs Sure I will, thanks!

Heroes of the Multiverse (Crossovers)

@RogerD Alright.
What do you mean by 'no comic power level'? I could change that, I just haven't get the point.
I've read the comics, I know these characters, and they really don't have any superpower, just a ton of abilities, and I didn't want to change that part that much for I hoped to be as loyal to them as possible in the rp.

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@GrizzTheMauler Don't worry, I won't be available all day tomorrow either. It seems we all have different timezones, so your busy time might be half of our sleeping time. I'm not sure, just trying to look on some sort of possible bright side. XD

@1Hawkeyes

I feel the same thing, lol.
Also, I'm back to college tomorrow, so I'll be on in the afternoon hopefully.

.:Luna Sea Insane Asylum:. [always accepting new patients.]

@The1Rolling1Boy
The black haired man chuckled softly, shaking his head as he seemed a bit amused by the demon's reaction; it wasn't mockingly, more like a sweetened laugh. "She is changing, indeed. It's called puberty. But she will be 'lright, y'll see.", he explained calmly, his hand gently reaching out to lay on the demon's shoulder, comfortingly. Even as ethereal as it was, it was energy, and that Jim could handle. "Chara'll get well soon, I hope. But ya oughtn't haunt her in her weakest. I'm sure she'll go b'ck to her usual self, though I'm not much eager about the killing." Jim shrugged, wincing a little at the thought of it. At least, he knew that spectre wasn't completely bad, if he did worry about Chara that way.

Carson winced and grunted something under his breath, seemingly annoyed as he had bumped into something, or rather someone, on his way down the hall. Once he saw the girl laying on the floor, he huffed sardonically, rolling his deep blue eyes as if bored. "Me? You're the one who was clearly not paying attention on her way. How very reckless!", he mocked, shaking his head in feigned disappointment. "Now you might learn the lesson and stay away from others' way, girl." The brunette boy looked around, making sure he was heading the right direction, as he felt a little dizzy and disorientated by the accidental collision. His head began throbbing achingly once again, he pressed his fingers against his temples, rubbing at them. "Ugh! Fan-fucking-tastic! You just caused me a headache."
@Grifter
| It's alright, no worries. :) |

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@EmzyOfNeverland Yeah, sorry. My bad. I realized too late this wasn't the OOC section.

Heroes of the Multiverse (Crossovers)

@RogerD
I already posted on the Characters section, hope that is fine. Let me know whether you'd want me to change something in the CS or anything.

Heroes of the Multiverse (Crossovers)

CHARACTER SHEETS

Deadpool

Universe of Origin: Marvel's Earth (Earth 616, Earth-4, Earth-6 and almost every other)

Species: Mutant / Immortal (X-Factor)

Name: Wade Winston Wilson.

Alias: Deadpool, The Merc With A Mouth.

Age: Early thirties. (*)

Gender: Male

Power: None.

Abilities: Regenerative factor, stamina, strength (above average), enhanced reflexes, pulling weapons out of 'nowhere'.

Skills: Martial arts knowledge, hand-to-hand combat, handling any kind of weapon (specially guns, explosives or martial weapons such as katanas, sai, kunai and ninja stars), agility and ninja finesse (sometimes), running his mouth and annoying everyone around (because, seriously, that ought to be some big skill of his).

Backstory: Born in a small city of British Columbia, Canada, Wade was the only son of an ex-militar veteran. His mother died of cancer when he was only a kid, leaving him only with a very strict father at home. Life was tough for him , but it only got worse when he grew up and turned seventeen. It was at a party he had not been allowed to attend that everything got messy; his father had gone there looking for him, beating him and yelling at him for his disobedience. All Wade's friends, including himself, where totally wasted by then, and they tried to defend him. What neither of them knew was that one of the guys had a gun. Wade would always blame himself for that horrid night, for losing his father and only family left.
Some time after said events, he enlisted himself in the army, using a fake ID to pretend he was already a legal adult. He spent a few years in there, until he was caught trafficking militar weapons with the enemy and other businesses and was kicked out of the army forever. That's when he became a mercenary, since he had now all that military training and he thought that'd be the easiest way to earn money using those acquired skills. He fell in love with a prostitute named Vanessa Carlyle, and had a lasting relationship while on the run. That is, until he felt sick one day, and was diagnosed with cancer later. He was a wreck after hearing such news.
He heard of the Weapon X project a few weeks later, and hoping to find some cure to his terrible illness, or at least having a better purpose in life than waiting for his imminent death, he signed in. This is where the good ol' DP story begins. Tortured, becoming nothing better than a rat lab, he was done and undone to that Butler's will, who was the head of the Weapon X labs. It was all too much to stand, and he really regretted that stupid decision of his, he only wanted to quit, but it was too late and they wouldn't let him. So he tried to run away, only causing a great commotion and an explotion somehow in the process. He lost part of his memory, but he had survived thanks to his newly implanted regenerative factor. He did escape, and started a new life out of Weapon X's control. He moved to the US (New York, of course) and became the Earth's legendary and annoying Merc With A Mouth.
The voices? He earned them as he gradually became better and better on what he did, as the number of un-alived people on his list increased. They accompanied him, at least, and that only added to his crazy and hilarious personality. He tried to make sure to only fight 'bad guys', but sometimes he'd just work for the money. That's until he was recruted by Nick Fury, and was lead the path of 'righteousness'.
(*) He has no actual record of much of his life before the army.

The Joker

Universe of Origin: Earth-11 (DC universe and Nolanverse)

Species: Human (sort of).

Name: Jack Joseph Napier.

Alias: The Joker.

Age: 36

Gender: Male

Power: None.

Abilities: High IQ intelligence, mastermind, enhanced healing factor, stamina, high pain threshold, psychology (intimidation, manipulation and prediction).

Skills: Hand-to-hand combat (basic), mental combat, manufacturing and handling explosives, strategic planning, unpredictability.

Backstory: It is unknown how he became the earlier Clown Prince of Crime or what his real story was before that. What everyone would always remember was the day the Dark Knight convinved one of Gotham's greatest villains to turn good for once. How Batman did it, that'd be another mystery. His dark days of horrible crimes were left behind, the Clown was reformed and he was now on the side of the 'good guys', all for his Batsy's sake most assuredly. It was a matter of focusing all that chaos and lunacy on the right direction, apparently. Fighting the evil and kicking the guys' asses, that he could do; doing the good, that was another thing. He would help with anything he could, but wouldn't be a saint, that was for sure.

Rocket Raccoon

Universe of Origin: Marvel Universe (Earth 616, Earth-4)

Species: Mutated raccoon.(?)

Name: Rocket Raccoon.

Age: About 10 years old (natural birth + creation date).

Gender: Male

Powers: None.

Abilities: High IQ intelligence, strategist, agility, interlanguage communication, human-like strength.

Skills: Manufacture of weapons, devices and explosives of all kinds; handling any kind of weapon, activating or deactivating bombs, network hacking, technological knowledge, strategic planning.

Backstory: A small common raccoon, raised in a scientific laboratory, trained and genetically mutated to develop its intelligence and resemble the human, in order to be employed as a test pilot in ships that would explore more parts of the galaxy. That had been Rocket's early mission. However, something went wrong, like everything else in Terran organizations; the ship in which the mammal was traveling crashed, considering it lost just like the creature on board. What those scientifics didn't know was that the raccoon actually managed to survive the crash, and went wandering about for a while until it found refugee in some strange planet nearby. There, he developed his intelectual intelligence further, having now an own conscience and becoming rational; he could remember everything he lived, and swore to never go back to those ruthless humans ever again. So, to fend for himself in that enormous stranger world, he used his wit and instinct to survive, and manufactured weapons and traps to keep himself away from any other alien being who seemed like a threat.
Becoming a fierce mercenary was the easiest job to do for a living, so he signed in and gained some fame and respect out there, even when they used to laugh at his not-very-intimidating appearance. He proved them all wrong, and in a few years, he was already recognized and one of the most wanted bounty hunters of the galaxy. He even found himself a loyal and brainless-but-effective partner, Groot, who happened to be a decent body guard as well. Together, they made their way through the galaxy, until they met the soon-to-be Guardians of the Galaxy and joined the party, recruted by Nova Corps. So, their erratic bounty days turned into some heroic adventure through space.

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@EmzyOfNeverland Oh, no worries. We could hold on a bit more.
Hope you feel better! :)