Kylan

I hope it's okay if I start this thing off. It won't matter too much seeing as I'm the only villain as of yet. And sorry for the massive post, ...

Real Name: Jack Kane Aka: The Joker Age: 38 (?) Hero, Villain or Civilian: Villain Power(s): Extremely adept at engineering, genetics, and chemistry. Uses weapons that have some kind of ...

This looks brilliant. My kind of storybook. Name: Booker Lee Age: 30 Occupation/Job: Soldier (2nd Lieutenant) Personality: Hard, commanding, dark, and brooding Appearance: Short black hair, blue eyes

Day 1; 8:37 AM Booker : As if a pair of rose colored glasses had been slipped over his eyes, the world was blood-stained. Crimson, pumping through veins – unseen, ...

Booker wasn't feeling so bad anymore. After walking a half-mile or so, his mind had cleared and his heart had calmed. The sprinkling of rain felt refreshing and cool on ...

Booker wasn't feeling so bad anymore. After walking a half-mile or so, his mind had cleared and his heart had calmed. The sprinkling of rain felt refreshing and cool on ...

The rain had started. Midday, and already the streets glistened with an aluminum sheen and the tear drops shed by the sky scintillated like shards of glass before shattering on ...

Hunter >> I do not want to be a Watcher, so I'll post without sending you any notification. If this is a problem, I delete my profile and send it ...

...which will make the storybook more exciting. Problems = conflict. Conflict = story. -Kylan

Anyone else? -Kylan

Time and Setting : Present day. The world has fallen into dystopian chaos and is only populated by scattered factions of the strong and the gritty. California. Think lots of ...

I would really enjoy being apart of this, but most of my time and creative juices are being consumed by my novel project. It would be brilliant, Hunter, if you ...

**Mad>> Ivan thinks Peter is unfit for the job. Why wouldn't he? He's a sociopath. But he wouldn't mind collaberating with him. Ivan just needs to be in control. If ...

{Ivan} Ivan crouched underneath a palm tree and looked out onto the ocean, watching the waves glisten with crystalline irridescence. The sun was setting. The sea roared. And Ivan felt ...

Ivan watched the other children carefully, studying their faces, watching their mouths move frantically, and their arms flail up and down. They gestured. They pointed. They cried. Sobbing in the ...