Hyper-Ladybird

Name: Milo Age: 17 Gender: Male Height: 5.9 Weight: 129 lbs. Type: Alien Hair color: Moss green hair eye color: light violet. skin tone: pale grey-blue looks: Wears a black tee-shirt with a teal zip hoodie over top. Regular jeans and red converse shoes. Also has a black and white mask. (will be drawn out) Weapon: Two pistol (alien wooo) guns Sexuality: Homosexual strengths: Has excellent aim (trained by his older sister before he was sent to the academy), quick thinking, and very agile, even knows some hand to hand combat. weakness:  Lacks common sense (jumps into a fight without thinking), forgetful  (may even forget that he's fi

K.C. was helplessly being bashed toward the wall. the kart was getting majorly damaged, she could barely get out of the way from time to time to escape from a crash. Her eyes teared up, her hands began to shake as the monster laughed. “DON’T CRY LITTLE GIRL, I’M SURE YOU’LL BE FINE.” He grinned. “YOU ACTUALLY HAVE YOUR SEAT BELT ON, UNLIKE YA LITTLE FRIENDS.” He laughed again. She couldn’t save Jimmy or her Brother, all because of this big ape! The gorilla pulls his kart back, getting ready to smash her again at the wall, but before he could, K.C.s eyes snapped open and pressed on the breaks a

“ohmygoshohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh!!” She repeated over and over again racing off at full speed away from the monsters. She could hear their cackling just right behind her. One of the Go-karts was able to speed up right next to K.C. ‘PEEK-A-BOO!~~’ the plush doggy said in such a horrible raspy voice. He raised up a metal pipe with blood on it (obviously bashing other survivors head in. K.C. flinched and closed her eyes. A loud ‘WHAP’ could be heard, fallowed by the evil monster screaming as he fell. K.C. looked up and behind as the doggy was thrown off coarse and the Go-kart hits another one causing a huge

“I am not hyper~!” K.C. argued with her brother along side, they were able to get his body back with the help of another competitor. “Yes you are K.C. you have ADHD.”  Brother said in his calm robotic voice. “I am just curious as to why you rushed out so quickly when that man--” “MUTE!!” K.C. quickly squealed. Brother did as told, he was suppose to obey whatever she said, but he wasn’t too worried, she always feel guilty for putting him on mute. And just like that she turned around with such a sad kitten face. “Aw brother, I’m sorry, I know you hate being on mute mode and I j

(I'm so sorry, I totally ship Brea and Valerik but I can't seem to think of very sweet poems involving them, more tragic, and their struggles but still in the end always together no matter what!....well...sorry ~~~ :,,,( I really do, ship these two I swear~~~!!) ~~Brea: My blood is red... Yours is blue... I don't mind dying... as long as I am with you... (I'm so sorry...>_>;;;)

 "Miss Sammie?...." "Yes Katelyn?" "What day is today?..." "September 31st..." "...how long have we been here?..." "...about a week." K.C. groaned and slammed her head on the counter of the diner. Brother patted her back as gently as he could without harming her. Sammie, the diner waitress, placed a plate of waffles, with large strawberries, plus strawberry syrup drizzled over top and whipped cream, swirled to perfection as the finishing touch. She patted her back catching her attention, K.C.'s frown went away just like that at the sight of the treat before her. She loved Sammie's waffles, it's the only thing she's been eating for

Name: Livia (Livvy) Age: 18 Gender: Female Height: 5.7 Weight: 119 lbs. type: Alien warrior. Hair color: two pigtails in a long curly swirl, dark purple eye color: light light blue with a slightly darker center skin tone: light purple looks: Very serious when fighting, although she does have her times to act like a silly girl, has a small war tattoo on on her face. (just like her sister, only pretty on her planet) strengths: she can use a form of telekinesis, always focused on her fighting and work, reacts fast weakness: laughs too much, can trust someone too easily. personality: following in her sisters footsteps, she's trying to

Name: Andrea Age: 23 Gender: Female Height: 6.1 Weight: 125 lbs. type: Alien warrior. Hair color: long rich dark purple eye color: light light green with a slightly darker center skin tone: light purple looks: Very tall, and strong looking, although she looks beautiful, it is only on her planet she is pretty, other people see her as weird. she has war tattoos on her body and a small on on her face. strengths: Very strong minded and smart, and quick and agile weakness: She can be too stubborn and sometimes make wrong choices, can act whiny at times when things don't go her way. Often times reacts without thinking the consequences (w

"ok....one more time Flameslinger." A purple dragon named Spyro called out from behind a green skin colored elf nicknamed Flameslinger. The elf sighed, both tired and disappointed, he's usually a great archer, infact he is one of the best. He rubbed his eyes where a bright red blind fold blocks his way. He took a deep breath then grabbed his golden archer bow up. "Ok, I got it this time...." He pulled out an arrow from behind his arrow holder and set up. Spyro looked at him suspicious, there was defiantly something wrong with him. "PULL!" Flameslinger yelled as he pulled the arrow on the bow. Spyro immediately stomped on the disk shooter