London had Justin Bieber turning on its city's lights. Dublin had Michael Buble. And who did my neighbouring village Donabate have to turn on THEIR Christmas lights last Saturday evening? Why, they just had international superstar author Derek Landy drop by to ROCK. THEIR. WORLD.
And verily, their world was indeed rocked.
I was surrounded at all times by a pack of chattering girls, led by my very good friend Molly, whom I had met at the Twilight premiere a few weeks ago. 'Tis a small world indeed. A small, odd world. Filled with small, odd girls, who wouldn't stop talking.
But that's not why I'm here to talk to you today. Specifically, you people with the funny accents. Even more specifically, you people with the funny accents from Australia and New Zealand. I am here to tell YOU people that, good Lordy, we are running ANOTHER create-a-character competition just for you- because I am a kind and gracious Golden God.
I wasn't planning on running another competition quite so soon, but after talking to my publishers I decided to squeeze one last contest into the final few weeks of 2011, and it's all to do with The End Of The World, which is being published in Ireland and the UK in March as part of World Book Day. Now, I'm sure all of you know just how much I love synchronicity, how much I love releasing books at the same time across the world, so we have arranged for TEOTW to be released in Australia and New Zealand at the same time, and it was decided that it should include a brand new and exclusive short story featuring two characters that you guys will have to come up with.
But I digress.
The competition! The deadline is tight, my Australiminions, my New Zeali...minions.... (I'm not sure that works... ahem...). The deadline is 11.59 PM on New Year's Eve in whatever Time Zone you happen to be in, and not a second after!
Because we have this tight schedule, I'm going to give you a few pointers which might improve your chances of winning- pointers which look a lot like ten rules you MUST OBEY.
RULES
1. Readers from Australia- I need a female character from you lot. Readers from New Zealand- I need a male character from you.
2. There will be ONE winner from each country.
3. Be practical when giving them their powers. I couldn't use some FANTASTIC characters from the other competitions because their powers would either have needed some heavy-duty explanation, or the characters were just TOO DAMN POWERFUL.
Restrict yourselves to a discipline of magic we've already seen in the books. Don't make your character someone who can do both Elemental and Adept magic. Don't make your character half-unicorn. Don't make your character Skulduggery's long lost brother. Who is also half-unicorn. Who can do both Elemental and Adept magic.
Be practical!
4. Post your entries HERE, in the Comments Section, which is now off-limits to everyone else! (The Blog entry accompanying this one will be for the usual chatter.)
5. You can post as many times as you want.
6. Before your entry, write this: "I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work."
7. Understand that I might have to tweak your character in order to get the best fit for the story.
8. I can't think of an eighth rule.
9. Oh, oh! I thought of one!
10. Bring me... a shrubbery.
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«Oldest ‹Older 201 – 400 of 4849 Newer› Newest»Sparky Braginski looked up. She was hanging from the ceiling by magic- binding cuffs and it was a long way down. She saw her captor walk into the Sydney Opera House Concert Hall. She was unfortunately hanging in the middle of the ceiling, so that if she did manage to escape the cuffs, she would land on some very unfriendly concrete. She was up so high she couldn’t see her captors face, but she could hear him.
‘How are you up there Sparky?’
‘You took my sword.’
‘So I did. I am not going to give it back, and as you are not in a position to negotiate with your words or your fists, I recommend you answer the question. So how are you?’ Sparky gritted her teeth, knowing that the man was right.
‘If you must know, my wrists hurt I’m losing circulation in my hands and feet, and I’m wondering how Fletcher Renn managed to talk me into going to that party.’ She answered, irritably. She looked down at the man, trying to see his face but she was to high up.
‘Party? I read your files and you hate parties.’
‘I do hate parties, loud music, too many people and obnoxious people at that.’ Sparky blew at some hair that kept falling on her face.
‘Look, I get the whole, “kidnap me” routine, but why have you chained me here?’ She asked.
‘Simple,’ He replied, ‘the last time someone kidnapped you, you saw their face. This time, no one’s here.’ He sneered. Sparky hated it when people sneered at her. It meant they thought they were better than her, and in this case, smarter than her. But she wasn’t going to let that title slip away without a fight. She watched the man leave the room. Why did she go to that damned party? If she ever managed to escape she was going to, to, well she would do something to Fletcher. As she hung there, Sparky looked around the room again and saw the organ. If she could just get near it. She looked up at how the cuffs were attached to the ceiling, and saw that, if she could rock her body, the cuffs would slide her towards the organ, much like a flying fox at a playground. Sparky swung towards the organ with all her might. Unfortunately it was more oiled than she expected, and Sparky speed towards the organ. She hit it and bounced off. Wincing in pain she swung at it again. This time she managed to grip the top of one of the pipes with her foot. As she steady herself she grinned, almost two hours, she’d been hanging up there, waiting for someone to come in to check if she was still there. Now that they thought that they knew where Sparky was she could make her escape. In those two hours of waiting, it hadn’t taken her long to realise that the shackles were way to big for her, and that with little effort she could slip her hands out. She dropped carefully onto the organ and shimmed down far to slowly for her liking. As she dropped to the floor she felt magic returning, and it was a welcome feeling. She tested her magic, yes, electricity could still stream from her fingers. She crouched and decided that before she left she needed to make sure that no one was guarding the doors.
She sat down thinking that maybe those piano lessons had done something for her in later life and slammed her hands on every key of the organ within reach. She heard a shout from behind the main doors and darted into the nearest room. She then crept out into the foyer and was about to leave when she remembered her sword.
‘Damn it all.’ She mumbled. She turned, looked up and nearly walked into a man that was guarding a door. She braced herself for when he saw her and sounded an alarm. But he wasn’t moving. Gazing at the back of his head she backed away and was about to walk away when he turned and saw her. A year ago he would’ve yelled and she would’ve jumped.
But not now. She looked straight into his eyes and said ‘You cannot see me. I am not here. Turn around.’ The man strained and turned. Sparky walked towards the main exit looking for any rooms that her sword might be in. Sparky sighed knowing she wouldn’t be able to leave her sword behind and walked back into the foyer. As she was walking she heard something whimpering, she followed where it was coming from. It was coming from one of the bars and as she peered over the edge and a man was sitting there with his eyes glued shut, practically wetting himself with fear.
‘Please don’t kill me.’ He sobbed. Sparky sighed. Why did everyone think she was going to kill them? She was a thirteen-year-old girl for god’s sake. She hit people, she had disabled one person and broken a couple bones, but she didn’t kill anyone. She vaulted over the bar and landed in front of the man.
‘I’m not going to kill you.’ She said trying to make her voice soothing. The man opened his eyes and they widened in shock. His mouth opened wide to yell but Sparky clapped her hand over his mouth. When his facial expression was a little calmer Sparky put a finger to her lips.
‘Are you okay?’ He nodded. ‘Are you sure?’ He nodded. ‘If I take my hand off you face are you going to call for help?’ He shook his head madly. She looked dead into his eyes. ‘Are you lying to me?’ The man tore her hand away from his mouth and frantically whispered, ‘Why would I lie? I just as confused as you are!’ He clamped his own hands over his mouth and shut up.
‘Okay one, that was astoundingly stupid and two, I know exactly what’s going on.’ She snapped. ‘Who are you anyway?’ She asked.
‘Who am I? I own this establishment. And I a-‘ Sparky shushed him. He looked offended but he stayed quiet.
‘Look, there isn’t much time. I have three questions. Do you know why these men took me here?’ He shook his head. ‘Do you know who they are?’ He shook his head again. ‘Last question, Do you know where they are in here?’ At this he nodded.
‘I know where they are, yes, but I’m not going back there.’ He shivered at the thought. Sparky felt bad about what she was about to do, but she didn’t have a choice. She looked deep into the man’s eyes. She saw fear. She was about to change that.
‘Sir, you need to get up. Now.’ He stood up, this poor mortal didn’t stand a chance. ‘You are going to lead me to where they are.’ He only faltered for a split second and then started walking. She followed him into a secret room. He turned around snapping out of the trance.
‘How did we get here?’ He asked. Sparky was about to answer when he bolted. She shrugged turned and entered he room. It was empty, but her sword and her phone were lying on the table. She picked up the sword first and inspected it. Her sword was a Makhaira, too long to be a knife and too short to be a sword. Good for all kinds of things. Stabbing, slicing and lopping. Sparky herself hardly ever used the thing, but she loved it, kept it close and she knew how to use it. The one time she had used the sword it was against a fully-grown man who had been using his sword for almost 150 years.
She had been using her sword for two years. She beat him. When people marveled at her for her fancy footwork with her Makhaira she merely shrugged, not wanting to be a show-off. She picked up her phone and saw that Fletcher had called her fifteen times. She called him and told him where she was. Suddenly a hand gripped her shoulder. She whirled thinking that it was one of the thugs but when she turned there was no one there. That cocky voice came from behind her.
‘Why so jumpy? You called me, I came. That’s normally how it works. That’s how it worked with Val anyway.’ She looked at him, fuming.
‘Just take me somewhere else so I can yell at you without getting attacked.’ Fletcher complied taking her to a park near her old school that was completely empty. Then she exploded.
‘Fletcher Renn you are in so much trouble right now.’ She yelled. ‘I have been so tolerant of you. Listening to your incredibly interesting stories almost made it worth it. Until today, that is. Someone kidnapped me. Kidnapped, Fletcher, they kidnapped me. Th-‘
Fletcher cut across her. ‘You’ve been kidnapped twice before, and you never freaked out this much.’ She slapped him, hard.
‘Be thankful I didn’t shock you as well porcupine. The last two times, I escaped easily because my captors were morons. This time I was hanging from the freaking ceiling of the Concert Hall! In magic-binding cuffs! If the person who had cuffed me was more observant I would still be there!’ She cried. Fletcher smiled, not taken Sparky seriously.
‘She’ll came down in a sec.’ He thought. Sparky saw him smiling. She opened her mouth to scream in frustration, closed her mouth without making a sound, looked at Fletcher long and hard and ran away. Fletcher watched blur away, marveling how fast she could run with a little, magic running through her blood-streams. He saw stop behind a tree, lean against it and curl into a ball, rocking back and forth lightly. He decided it would be safer to his health if he walked up, giving Sparky a couple minutes to calm down. As he walked up he noted the complete silence. Sparky sat there, wondering why no one could tell when she was being sincere. Was it because she was young? No, it couldn’t be, her school friends didn’t take her seriously. Because she was short? Possibly… Fletcher was almost with Sparky. He could see her brown hair, and pale skin. He grinned, thinking about how happy he’d made her. He was about to ask how she was but faltered. He could hear something. He looked around, but the only person other than him was Sparky. But that couldn’t be right, because he was hearing sobbing. Then it hit him. Sparky was crying. She didn’t cry, she never cried. He’d seen her break an arm and she didn’t cry. She didn’t cry when she found out that her pet lizard had been eating by bush turkeys. Sparky didn’t cry.
. He had no idea how to respond, but he had to do something. He crouched in front of her, and lifted her chin. Her face was red and wet from her crying, but her eyes were completely different. Her eyes weren’t sad or scared. They were angry. She was practically in a rage. Fletcher thought it would be best to think very carefully.
‘Sparky? Are you okay?’ He asked, tentatively. Sparky looked up at him. She then scowled.
‘Do you think I’m okay? Really? Does it actually need to be asked? Are you actually that stupid?’ Fletcher was taken aback.
‘I just meant-‘
‘Fletcher I don’t care what you meant. Just go away.’ Fletcher tried to say something.
‘Piss off Fletcher!’ She screamed. She stood up. Now she was in a rage.
‘Fletcher Renn! This is all your fault! Now GO AWAY!’ Fletcher hesitated. Then disappeared.
Sparky sat there thinking for a couple minutes, then got up and stretched. She now really regretted treating Fletcher like that, but what could she do? She called him. He picked up on the third ring.
‘Fletcher, I’m sorry, okay? I’ve just been really stressed and-‘ She started.
‘It’s okay, you needed to vent. That’s cool. At least you said sorry.’
‘Can you- I mean, if it’s cool, could you take me home?’ She asked, awkwardly. He appeared in front of her.
‘Course.’ He motioned to his back and, with a laugh, Sparky jumped on his back. He teleported. Sparky opened her eyes and shrieked.
‘This isn’t my house!’ She said coldly. Fletcher was standing on top of the Harbour Bridge. She got off and scowled. Then she pushed him of for the hell of it, knowing he would teleport back up. He screamed briefly on the way down.
‘Hey! Don’t do that! If I wasn’t me I’d be dead!’ He said, laughing.
‘But I wouldn’t do it if it wasn’t you. No one else is annoying enough to make me want to push them of the Harbour Bridge.’ Sparky giggled. Fletcher took her home. Everything was as it should be. She walked upstairs and went to sleep. In the morning she woke up and tried to stretch. She then opened her eyes. She was blindfolded. She tried to scream, but had a piece of cloth in her mouth. She attempted to fry the cloth over her eyes and mouth, but the electricity wasn’t coming out of her hands. So instead she made the electricity rise out of skin directly onto the cloth. This was a tactic that she had recently discovered. The magic-binding whatever that was on her would keep her magic from leaving her body, but electricity had science. The electricity on her skin jumped to the cloth, burning it. She could see again. She craned her head taking in everything she could. Which wasn’t much. She noticed that this time they hadn’t taken her Makhaira, which was nice for a change. She also noticed the man asleep on a stool by the door, supposedly guarding her. Always a weak link in these kidnapping attempts.
‘Hey! Dude, wake up.’ She called. The man shook, opened his eyes and looked at her. Sparky took her chance, staring into his eyes.
‘Release me.’ She ordered. He looked like he was hung over.
‘Release me now.’ She repeated. He stood up and untied her. She was about to walk out the door when she stopped. This was way to easy. She looked back at the man.
‘Walk out the door.’ She said. He looked scared for a fleeting second and then opened the door. Sparky was hiding behind the door when he fell. She peeked around the corner and saw that the man had been shot. This situation had started beyond her control and was now sliding much further away. She thought about calling Fletcher but decided against it. They had probably set something up to prevent him from helping her. But then again…
Twenty minutes later Sparky was standing in the rain outside the entrance to the Roarhaven Sanctuary. Fletcher hadn’t lied about it always raining in Ireland and she had believed him. She liked the rain, it was her favourite weather, but standing in it wasn’t to fun, there was no cover and it wasn’t pretty when she was wet. Fletcher popped his head back out the door.
‘You can come in now.’ He said. She trudged in immediately regretting it and she shocked herself.
‘Crap!’ Fletcher looked at her funny, and then realizing what had happened asked a man with a scarred head to dry her.
‘Why would I need to dry her?’ He asked. Fletcher explained, also adding in that Sparky developed an embarrassing stutter when this happened. The man nodded and Sparky felt the water lifting off of her.
‘Thank you. My name is Sparky Braginski. Has Fletcher told you about my, uh, predicament?’ The man shook her hand warmly.
‘Hello, my name is Ghastly Bespoke, apparently you need to call me Elder Bespoke but you can call me Ghastly. Yes I am aware and I’ll see what I can do. In the meantime, would you like to stay in the Sanctuary?’ Sparky nodded.
‘I would also like to comment on the fact that you are the first person I’ve ever met that hasn’t stared at my scars. How old are you?’
‘Thirteen. I thought that you must’ve lived through enough people staring at you, so I skipped that bit.’ She said, timidly.
‘Would you like a new set of clothes?’ He asked. Sparky looked at her own clothes.
‘Yes. But can I have what I’m wearing? I love this outfit, it took me forever to get it right.’ She queried.
‘Sure you can, I’ll just make them out of a protective fabric, how about that?’ Ghastly suggested. Sparky nodded, noticing something in Ghastly’s voice that struck her as strange. He was pronouncing everything very clearly for an Irishman. As he walked away, Sparky analyzed his comments in her head. Then she realized. He was pronouncing everything as clearly as possible to make sure she understood everything he said. She was now thoroughly irritated. She may have been small, and looked young for her age, but here was another person who didn’t think of her as an equal. She looked at Fletcher and asked him what they would do next.
‘Well, I think you should meet some of my friends. Val, Skuldu-‘ He began.
‘Val? As in Valkyrie Cain? The one that works with Skulduggery Pleasant? I get to meet them? Awesome.’ She was excited now. As Fletcher guided her through the Sanctuary they both got some pretty strange looks. She thought it was probably Fletcher’s hair, but then thought that maybe the ancient Greek sword hanging from a thirteen-year-olds waist was grabbing their attention.
‘Fletcher, where are we going?’ She asked, getting dizzy from all the twist’s and turns.
‘To the medical bay.’ He replied, casually.
‘The medi- Why exactly are we going there?’
‘Because they always end up there somehow. You look lost.’ He said.
‘Yes I am. If you know where the sick bay is, can’t we just teleport there?’ She pleaded.
‘Actually, I was waiting for you to ask me that, I have no idea where we are.’ Fletcher put his hand on her shoulder and they appeared outside what looked like the medical clinic from hell. The chairs were rusted and there were blood splatters on the walls. She turned, and nearly crashed into a skeleton. She looked up, and gasped. She had almost walked into the Skeleton Detective.
‘Sorry. I saw you teleport in with Fletcher. Who are you?’ he asked, his voice calm.
‘My name is Sparky Braginski. I’m from Australia.’ She said, dumbfounded.
‘Really? You don’t sound particularly Australian. You sound half Russian half Irish.’ He commented.
‘I’ve been around. I love Russia, but this is the first time I’ve been to Ireland.’ She explained. Skulduggery cocked his head.
‘Say something else. Why are you here?’ He asked. Sparky looked confused but elaborated.
‘Well, in the last month I’ve been kidnapped four times by the same person. I don’t know why they want me, but I figured it probably wasn’t safe for me to stay in Australia.’ Sparky thought he was looking right at her, but couldn’t tell.
‘You also sound a bit Welsh. Or is it English?’ He said.
‘Actually, it’s both. I noticed as soon as I met her.’ Fletcher added.
Have I put too much?
Very likely. But I want to win this so much.
And this one isn't a random pick.
So I don't know how to prove my worth any other way...
Hooray! Another competition!
In response to Rule #10, I say.....
....Ni!
;P
I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work.
Cassandra Tempest,
Adept,
Has a basic understanding, of the manipulation of lightning (as seen by lightning Dave in playing with fire, She is a student of the martial arts and fiercely indepent person with a keen intelligence,
By the way i see what you did there, ney
I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work.
PICKMEPICKME!!!!!!
Sparky Braginski, duh!
I AM WRITING A FANFIC ABOUT MYSELF I HAVE BEEN DREAMING OF THIS OPPORTUNITY!!!!
Magic- Control over electricity, and the ability to manipulate people.
Appearance- Same 3/4 length jacket as Val's first one, cargo pants, t-shirt colours always red or green or black. Long straight brown hair. Freckles. Freakishly pale skin. Short. Hazel eyes.
Background- Has known about herself being magic at a young age, but unable to find anyone else with magic has trained herself. Was always interested in electricity, thus using that interest to her advantage and very recently (with Fletcher Renn's help) gotten into LOTS of trouble. Entailing, she's been kidnapped four times. Even though she is VERY Australian, she has a Russian/Irish accent with hints of English and Welsh.
Behaviour- Gets angry easily, but takes a lot to make her show it. She is normally good-natured, but can fly into a rage at a moments notice if you aren't paying attention. Often has excellent ideas. (Cause She is me) Never gives in ever. Will always bring something up at the worst times.
Wears a belt, with Makhaira hanging quite obviously from her waist.
I must also comment on the fact that no one here has the same magic as me.
And, in fact, the only other person I've EVER heard of having electricity magic is Lightening Dave.
And he's dead.
Sparky is thirteen, as mentioned in the story. That is all.
Also Sparky (being me, can't remind you of that enough times) has...
Well, y'know FEARS...
Deathly afraid of spiders and *hides head in shame* being *mumbles something*
Everyone else: What?
Being tickled, okay? It renders Sparky (me) completely useless and that scares her(ME) more than anything else in the world. Really.
*runs into near by nursery and takes as many shrubs as possible*
Shop Owner: You can't take those.
Sparky(me!): Oh uh... *looks into shop owners eyes* You are letting me take these so that I can give them to the worlds most honourable cause. Making Derek-The-Golden-Go-Landy love me and use Sparky(ME!) as a character.
S.O: KK.
When wet Sparky (ME) has a tendency to shock herself out of lack of control. When she (ME) is wet she can't touch anything because she shocks it by accident, and turning any electrical appliance on while she(ME) is wet makes all the plugs/power points in the room blow up. There will always be more but, Sparky (once again ME. THAT IS ME.) swears only when she does something incredibly stupid. Sparky (ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![Once again, can't stress that enough]!!!!!!!!!!!!) can make electricity stream out of her fingers, she can make it crackle around her hands so that when she punches someone they get electrocuted, if she claps a powerful shockwave throws everything in every direction off their feet but often hurts Sparky(ME!!!) more than the enemy, can make fireworks to distract the dumber opponents such as zombies, can make electricity run through her(MY) bloodstream making her run faster, if she splays her hands a weak wave of electricity can jumble brainwaves and send people into confusion she loves doing this in crowded shopping centres during Christmas season for some unknown reason. Sparky (MEMEMEMEMEME) always has her hair tied up. It varies as to how, but her hair is ALWAYS tied up. She has uncannily good balance naturally. Another thing is that Sparky (Who is me, as I be she and we be each other) is always twitching or fiddling with something. Speaking of explosions, Sparky (me) makes pebbles explode when she's bored. I also keep forgetting about this crucial part of my appearance. Sparky(me) is ALWAYS wearing a scarf. Always. It changes colours, styles and patterns, but she(ME) is ALWAYS wearing a scarf. She(I) wears one to bed, to meals, to the theatre. She never takes them off.
Sparky Braginski looked up. She was hanging from the ceiling by magic- binding cuffs and it was a long way down. She saw her captor walk into the Sydney Opera House Concert Hall. She was unfortunately hanging in the middle of the ceiling, so that if she did manage to escape the cuffs, she would land on some very unfriendly concrete. She was up so high she couldn’t see her captors face, but she could hear him.
‘How are you up there Sparky?’
‘You took my sword.’
‘So I did. I am not going to give it back, and as you are not in a position to negotiate with your words or your fists, I recommend you answer the question. So how are you?’ Sparky gritted her teeth, knowing that the man was right.
‘If you must know, my wrists hurt I’m losing circulation in my hands and feet, and I’m wondering how Fletcher Renn managed to talk me into going to that party.’ She answered, irritably. She looked down at the man, trying to see his face but she was to high up.
‘Party? I read your files and you hate parties.’
‘I do hate parties, loud music, too many people and obnoxious people at that.’ Sparky blew at some hair that kept falling on her face.
‘Look, I get the whole, “kidnap me” routine, but why have you chained me here?’ She asked.
‘Simple,’ He replied, ‘the last time someone kidnapped you, you saw their face. This time, no one’s here.’ He sneered. Sparky hated it when people sneered at her. It meant they thought they were better than her, and in this case, smarter than her. But she wasn’t going to let that title slip away without a fight. She watched the man leave the room. Why did she go to that damned party? If she ever managed to escape she was going to, to, well she would do something to Fletcher. As she hung there, Sparky looked around the room again and saw the organ. If she could just get near it. She looked up at how the cuffs were attached to the ceiling, and saw that, if she could rock her body, the cuffs would slide her towards the organ, much like a flying fox at a playground. Sparky swung towards the organ with all her might. Unfortunately it was more oiled than she expected, and Sparky speed towards the organ. She hit it and bounced off. Wincing in pain she swung at it again. This time she managed to grip the top of one of the pipes with her foot. As she steady herself she grinned, almost two hours, she’d been hanging up there, waiting for someone to come in to check if she was still there. Now that they thought that they knew where Sparky was she could make her escape. In those two hours of waiting, it hadn’t taken her long to realise that the shackles were way to big for her, and that with little effort she could slip her hands out. She dropped carefully onto the organ and shimmed down far to slowly for her liking. As she dropped to the floor she felt magic returning, and it was a welcome feeling. She tested her magic, yes, electricity could still stream from her fingers. She crouched and decided that before she left she needed to make sure that no one was guarding the doors.
She sat down thinking that maybe those piano lessons had done something for her in later life and slammed her hands on every key of the organ within reach. She heard a shout from behind the main doors and darted into the nearest room. She then crept out into the foyer and was about to leave when she remembered her sword.
‘Damn it all.’ She mumbled. She turned, looked up and nearly walked into a man that was guarding a door. She braced herself for when he saw her and sounded an alarm. But he wasn’t moving. Gazing at the back of his head she backed away and was about to walk away when he turned and saw her. A year ago he would’ve yelled and she would’ve jumped.
But not now. She looked straight into his eyes and said ‘You cannot see me. I am not here. Turn around.’ The man strained and turned. Sparky walked towards the main exit looking for any rooms that her sword might be in. Sparky sighed knowing she wouldn’t be able to leave her sword behind and walked back into the foyer. As she was walking she heard something whimpering, she followed where it was coming from. It was coming from one of the bars and as she peered over the edge and a man was sitting there with his eyes glued shut, practically wetting himself with fear.
‘Please don’t kill me.’ He sobbed. Sparky sighed. Why did everyone think she was going to kill them? She was a thirteen-year-old girl for god’s sake. She hit people, she had disabled one person and broken a couple bones, but she didn’t kill anyone. She vaulted over the bar and landed in front of the man.
‘I’m not going to kill you.’ She said trying to make her voice soothing. The man opened his eyes and they widened in shock. His mouth opened wide to yell but Sparky clapped her hand over his mouth. When his facial expression was a little calmer Sparky put a finger to her lips.
‘Are you okay?’ He nodded. ‘Are you sure?’ He nodded. ‘If I take my hand off you face are you going to call for help?’ He shook his head madly. She looked dead into his eyes. ‘Are you lying to me?’ The man tore her hand away from his mouth and frantically whispered, ‘Why would I lie? I just as confused as you are!’ He clamped his own hands over his mouth and shut up.
‘Okay one, that was astoundingly stupid and two, I know exactly what’s going on.’ She snapped. ‘Who are you anyway?’ She asked.
‘Who am I? I own this establishment. And I a-‘ Sparky shushed him. He looked offended but he stayed quiet.
‘Look, there isn’t much time. I have three questions. Do you know why these men took me here?’ He shook his head. ‘Do you know who they are?’ He shook his head again. ‘Last question, Do you know where they are in here?’ At this he nodded.
‘I know where they are, yes, but I’m not going back there.’ He shivered at the thought. Sparky felt bad about what she was about to do, but she didn’t have a choice. She looked deep into the man’s eyes. She saw fear. She was about to change that.
‘Sir, you need to get up. Now.’ He stood up, this poor mortal didn’t stand a chance. ‘You are going to lead me to where they are.’ He only faltered for a split second and then started walking. She followed him into a secret room. He turned around snapping out of the trance.
‘How did we get here?’ He asked. Sparky was about to answer when he bolted. She shrugged turned and entered he room. It was empty, but her sword and her phone were lying on the table. She picked up the sword first and inspected it. Her sword was a Makhaira, too long to be a knife and too short to be a sword. Good for all kinds of things. Stabbing, slicing and lopping. Sparky herself hardly ever used the thing, but she loved it, kept it close and she knew how to use it. The one time she had used the sword it was against a fully-grown man who had been using his sword for almost 150 years.
She had been using her sword for two years. She beat him. When people marveled at her for her fancy footwork with her Makhaira she merely shrugged, not wanting to be a show-off. She picked up her phone and saw that Fletcher had called her fifteen times. She called him and told him where she was. Suddenly a hand gripped her shoulder. She whirled thinking that it was one of the thugs but when she turned there was no one there. That cocky voice came from behind her.
‘Why so jumpy? You called me, I came. That’s normally how it works. That’s how it worked with Val anyway.’ She looked at him, fuming.
‘Just take me somewhere else so I can yell at you without getting attacked.’ Fletcher complied taking her to a park near her old school that was completely empty. Then she exploded.
‘Fletcher Renn you are in so much trouble right now.’ She yelled. ‘I have been so tolerant of you. Listening to your incredibly interesting stories almost made it worth it. Until today, that is. Someone kidnapped me. Kidnapped, Fletcher, they kidnapped me. Th-‘
Fletcher cut across her. ‘You’ve been kidnapped twice before, and you never freaked out this much.’ She slapped him, hard.
‘Be thankful I didn’t shock you as well porcupine. The last two times, I escaped easily because my captors were morons. This time I was hanging from the freaking ceiling of the Concert Hall! In magic-binding cuffs! If the person who had cuffed me was more observant I would still be there!’ She cried. Fletcher smiled, not taken Sparky seriously.
‘She’ll came down in a sec.’ He thought. Sparky saw him smiling. She opened her mouth to scream in frustration, closed her mouth without making a sound, looked at Fletcher long and hard and ran away. Fletcher watched blur away, marveling how fast she could run with a little, magic running through her blood-streams. He saw stop behind a tree, lean against it and curl into a ball, rocking back and forth lightly. He decided it would be safer to his health if he walked up, giving Sparky a couple minutes to calm down. As he walked up he noted the complete silence. Sparky sat there, wondering why no one could tell when she was being sincere. Was it because she was young? No, it couldn’t be, her school friends didn’t take her seriously. Because she was short? Possibly… Fletcher was almost with Sparky. He could see her brown hair, and pale skin. He grinned, thinking about how happy he’d made her. He was about to ask how she was but faltered. He could hear something. He looked around, but the only person other than him was Sparky. But that couldn’t be right, because he was hearing sobbing. Then it hit him. Sparky was crying. She didn’t cry, she never cried. He’d seen her break an arm and she didn’t cry. She didn’t cry when she found out that her pet lizard had been eating by bush turkeys. Sparky didn’t cry.
He had no idea how to respond, but he had to do something. He crouched in front of her, and lifted her chin. Her face was red and wet from her crying, but her eyes were completely different. Her eyes weren’t sad or scared. They were angry. She was practically in a rage. Fletcher thought it would be best to think very carefully.
‘Sparky? Are you okay?’ He asked, tentatively. Sparky looked up at him. She then scowled.
‘Do you think I’m okay? Really? Does it actually need to be asked? Are you actually that stupid?’ Fletcher was taken aback.
‘I just meant-‘
‘Fletcher I don’t care what you meant. Just go away.’ Fletcher tried to say something.
‘Piss off Fletcher!’ She screamed. She stood up. Now she was in a rage.
‘Fletcher Renn! This is all your fault! Now GO AWAY!’ Fletcher hesitated. Then disappeared.
Sparky sat there thinking for a couple minutes, then got up and stretched. She now really regretted treating Fletcher like that, but what could she do? She called him. He picked up on the third ring.
‘Fletcher, I’m sorry, okay? I’ve just been really stressed and-‘ She started.
‘It’s okay, you needed to vent. That’s cool. At least you said sorry.’
‘Can you- I mean, if it’s cool, could you take me home?’ She asked, awkwardly. He appeared in front of her.
‘Course.’ He motioned to his back and, with a laugh, Sparky jumped on his back. He teleported. Sparky opened her eyes and shrieked.
‘This isn’t my house!’ She said coldly. Fletcher was standing on top of the Harbour Bridge. She got off and scowled. Then she pushed him of for the hell of it, knowing he would teleport back up. He screamed briefly on the way down.
‘Hey! Don’t do that! If I wasn’t me I’d be dead!’ He said, laughing.
‘But I wouldn’t do it if it wasn’t you. No one else is annoying enough to make me want to push them of the Harbour Bridge.’ Sparky giggled. Fletcher took her home. Everything was as it should be. She walked upstairs and went to sleep. In the morning she woke up and tried to stretch. She then opened her eyes. She was blindfolded. She tried to scream, but had a piece of cloth in her mouth. She attempted to fry the cloth over her eyes and mouth, but the electricity wasn’t coming out of her hands. So instead she made the electricity rise out of skin directly onto the cloth. This was a tactic that she had recently discovered. The magic-binding whatever that was on her would keep her magic from leaving her body, but electricity had science. The electricity on her skin jumped to the cloth, burning it. She could see again. She craned her head taking in everything she could. Which wasn’t much. She noticed that this time they hadn’t taken her Makhaira, which was nice for a change. She also noticed the man asleep on a stool by the door, supposedly guarding her. Always a weak link in these kidnapping attempts.
‘Hey! Dude, wake up.’ She called. The man shook, opened his eyes and looked at her. Sparky took her chance, staring into his eyes.
‘Release me.’ She ordered. He looked like he was hung over.
‘Release me now.’ She repeated. He stood up and untied her. She was about to walk out the door when she stopped. This was way to easy. She looked back at the man.
‘Walk out the door.’ She said. He looked scared for a fleeting second and then opened the door. Sparky was hiding behind the door when he fell. She peeked around the corner and saw that the man had been shot. This situation had started beyond her control and was now sliding much further away. She thought about calling Fletcher but decided against it. They had probably set something up to prevent him from helping her. But then again…
Twenty minutes later Sparky was standing in the rain outside the entrance to the Roarhaven Sanctuary. Fletcher hadn’t lied about it always raining in Ireland and she had believed him. She liked the rain, it was her favourite weather, but standing in it wasn’t to fun, there was no cover and it wasn’t pretty when she was wet. Fletcher popped his head back out the door.
‘You can come in now.’ He said. She trudged in immediately regretting it and she shocked herself.
‘Crap!’ Fletcher looked at her funny, and then realizing what had happened asked a man with a scarred head to dry her.
‘Why would I need to dry her?’ He asked. Fletcher explained, also adding in that Sparky developed an embarrassing stutter when this happened. The man nodded and Sparky felt the water lifting off of her.
‘Thank you. My name is Sparky Braginski. Has Fletcher told you about my, uh, predicament?’ The man shook her hand warmly.
‘Hello, my name is Ghastly Bespoke, apparently you need to call me Elder Bespoke but you can call me Ghastly. Yes I am aware and I’ll see what I can do. In the meantime, would you like to stay in the Sanctuary?’ Sparky nodded.
‘I would also like to comment on the fact that you are the first person I’ve ever met that hasn’t stared at my scars. How old are you?’
‘Thirteen. I thought that you must’ve lived through enough people staring at you, so I skipped that bit.’ She said, timidly.
‘Would you like a new set of clothes?’ He asked. Sparky looked at her own clothes.
‘Yes. But can I have what I’m wearing? I love this outfit, it took me forever to get it right.’ She queried.
‘Sure you can, I’ll just make them out of a protective fabric, how about that?’ Ghastly suggested. Sparky nodded, noticing something in Ghastly’s voice that struck her as strange. He was pronouncing everything very clearly for an Irishman. As he walked away, Sparky analyzed his comments in her head. Then she realized. He was pronouncing everything as clearly as possible to make sure she understood everything he said. She was now thoroughly irritated. She may have been small, and looked young for her age, but here was another person who didn’t think of her as an equal. She looked at Fletcher and asked him what they would do next.
‘Well, I think you should meet some of my friends. Val, Skuldu-‘ He began.
‘Val? As in Valkyrie Cain? The one that works with Skulduggery Pleasant? I get to meet them? Awesome.’ She was excited now. As Fletcher guided her through the Sanctuary they both got some pretty strange looks. She thought it was probably Fletcher’s hair, but then thought that maybe the ancient Greek sword hanging from a thirteen-year-olds waist was grabbing their attention.
‘Fletcher, where are we going?’ She asked, getting dizzy from all the twist’s and turns.
‘To the medical bay.’ He replied, casually.
‘The medi- Why exactly are we going there?’
‘Because they always end up there somehow. You look lost.’ He said.
‘Yes I am. If you know where the sick bay is, can’t we just teleport there?’ She pleaded.
‘Actually, I was waiting for you to ask me that, I have no idea where we are.’ Fletcher put his hand on her shoulder and they appeared outside what looked like the medical clinic from hell. The chairs were rusted and there were blood splatters on the walls. She turned, and nearly crashed into a skeleton. She looked up, and gasped. She had almost walked into the Skeleton Detective.
‘Sorry. I saw you teleport in with Fletcher. Who are you?’ he asked, his voice calm.
‘My name is Sparky Braginski. I’m from Australia.’ She said, dumbfounded.
‘Really? You don’t sound particularly Australian. You sound half Russian half Irish.’ He commented.
‘I’ve been around. I love Russia, but this is the first time I’ve been to Ireland.’ She explained. Skulduggery cocked his head.
‘Say something else. Why are you here?’ He asked. Sparky looked confused but elaborated.
‘Well, in the last month I’ve been kidnapped four times by the same person. I don’t know why they want me, but I figured it probably wasn’t safe for me to stay in Australia.’ Sparky thought he was looking right at her, but couldn’t tell.
‘You also sound a bit Welsh. Or is it English?’ He said.
‘Actually, it’s both. I noticed as soon as I met her.’ Fletcher added.
Skulduggery looked at him.
‘Welcome back. How was Australia?’ He asked Fletcher.
‘Hot. Sweaty. Humid. They love cricket. What else do you need to know?’ Fletcher replied. Skulduggery laughed.
‘Valkyrie will be out in a moment if you were wondering.’ He said. The moment had just become exceedingly awkward. Sadly, that moments awkwardness was about to be topped. Valkyrie Cain walked out of the operating room.
‘Skulduggery, do we seriously need Nye t-‘ Valkyrie saw Fletcher and turned bright red. Fletcher also turned red. Sparky, on the other hand, went white as a sheet.
Skulduggery surveyed the situation chuckling. The three kids looked at him. Valkyrie growled, Fletcher scowled and Sparky started laughing uncontrollably. Then Fletcher and Valkyrie scowled at her.
‘Well this is funny.’ Chuckled Skulduggery. He grabbed Sparky’s shoulder and guided her out of the Sanctuary.
‘W-where are you taking me?’ While they were walking Sparky noted that she wasn’t getting wet, and Skulduggery wasn’t either.
‘Have you ever read anything by Gordon Edgley?’ He asked. Sparky nodded. She had read all of his stuff. ‘And The Darkness Rained Upon Them’, ‘The Vanishing Light’, ‘The Coward Colonel Fleece’, ‘Brain Muncher’ and ‘Into Thin Air’. There were so many more.
‘Good. I’m taking you to his house.’ Skulduggery said. Sparky looked at him, puzzled.
‘I thought he was dead!’ She exclaimed. Skulduggery stopped walking next to a swanky car.
‘What kind of car is that?’ She asked. Skulduggery looked at her, stepping into the car.
‘Get in. It’s 1945 Bentley R-Type Continental.’ He responded. Sparky slid in, thinking how impulsive Skulduggery was. The car ride was pleasant, but Sparky couldn’t help but wonder what Fletcher and Valkyrie were doing.
Skulduggery had introduced Sparky to the Echo Gordon and she had marveled over his entertainment skills. When they arrived at the Sanctuary, Fletcher greeted them with a black eye.
‘Hello guys. How are you?’ He moaned.
I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work.
Sebastian De Leon
Frech, Tall, well tanned, younge, always wears a tux of some sort, secret spy brought in by the french sanctuary investigating Darquesse, trained in tiger style animal kung fu, tatoo of a tiger on right arm,is a symbolist like China Sorrows but more amature. He is oringanaly from Paris.
Sparky you should be in the advertising business cause I don't think anyone could ignore your entries!
Also I like your idea about Lyra's recommendation. I've seen one of those blades before and they are wicked!
That is why I chose the Makhaira. They are awesome.
Check my blog I've updated the story like, a thousand times.
I also think you can't ignore my comments because I have posted the same thing OVER AND OVER AND OVER.
This is the beginning of a story for my character Penelope Hiding:
Penelope Hiding was a good girl gone bad. She thought about that has she stepped over the body of what used to be a mage. “Mage, Magician, Sorcerer” She thought “They’re all easy to kill no matter what name. Penelope liked Australia. Warm, Sunny and the people always were really friendly just before she killed them in cold blood.
The man that lay on the ground in front of her had doen nothing wrong. He had been a good man, a successful man, went to church once a week and had nothing at all to do with magic. He was the kind that would laugh before fainting if he knew that magic was real.
What the man did have was a brilliant house. Right in front of Manly, with a stunning view of the sunset and Penelope absolutely loved sunsets. A beautiful sunset after a long day of killing people was one of her favourite daily traditions.
Penelope rolled the bloody corpse over so its face was looking directly at her. His eyes had rolled into the back of his head and blood dribbled slowly from the brutal cut her axe had made.
She found the keys to her dream house and swiped the wallet while she was there. She got up out of her crouching position and went to head out of the narrow, back-street alleyway that the unfortunate man had met his demise.
Suddenly Penelope started feeling uneasy. She had developed this feeling during the war and it brought back unfortunate memories. Penelope pressed herself against a wall and her skin and clothes started to change until it almost looked like she was see through. Her skin and clothes had changed like a chameleons would (the skin not the clothes, as far as I’m concerned chameleons don’t wear clothes).
Penelope stayed flat against the wall, ready for attack. She realised that her axe lay on the ground next to the body. As Penelope said a silent curse a man walked past the entry to the ally-way. Penelope prepared herself to fight but the man kept on walking.
Penelope sighed and turned around and only by her natural instincts managed to duck underneath the cleavers blade. Penelope turned the duck into a backwards roll and came up crouching in a fighting stance.
The cleaver struck again and Penelope stepped backwards to dodge the assault but kicked upwards catching the scythe. The cleaver was now on the defensive as she launched an onslaught of punches, kicks and elbows. The cleaver quickly recovered though and after managing to block a wide kick started using the scythe again.
Penelope ducked underneath the sharp metal and managed to press her palm firmly against the bracelet on her wrist. At once her axe flew off the floor and into the cleavers head. The cleaver hit the floor and the axe came to Penelope’s hand.
She was lucky that it had managed to kill the cleaver on its way to her. The amount of magical energy that it used had nearly killed her. Penelope took a step forward and her legs gave way. She hit the ground and lay there.
Wow.
Penelope is pretty awesome. And evil. And... Immobilised.
I forgot to mention that, when she is aggravated in a large crowd of people she can punch the ground sending a ripple of energy in every direction sending everyone except Sparky herself(ME) flying off their feet.
I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work.
Sparky Braginski!
Magic- Sparky (ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![Once again, can't stress that enough]!!!!!!!!!!!!) can make electricity stream out of her fingers, she can make it crackle around her hands so that when she punches someone they get electrocuted, if she claps a powerful shockwave throws everything in every direction off their feet but often hurts Sparky(ME!!!) more than the enemy, can make fireworks to distract the dumber opponents such as zombies, can make electricity run through her(MY) bloodstream making her run faster, when she is aggravated in a large crowd of people she can punch the ground sending a ripple of energy in every direction sending everyone except Sparky herself(ME) flying off their feet, if she splays her hands a weak wave of electricity can jumble brainwaves and send people into confusion she loves doing this in crowded shopping centres during Christmas season for some unknown reason, and the ability to manipulate people.
Appearance- Same 3/4 length jacket as Val's first one, cargo pants, t-shirt colours always red or green or black. Long straight brown hair. Freckles. Freakishly pale skin. Short. Hazel eyes.
Background- Has known about herself being magic at a young age, but unable to find anyone else with magic has trained herself. Was always interested in electricity, thus using that interest to her advantage and very recently (with Fletcher Renn's help) gotten into LOTS of trouble. Entailing, she's been kidnapped four times. Even though she is VERY Australian, she has a Russian/Irish accent with hints of English and Welsh.
Behaviour- Gets angry easily, but takes a lot to make her show it. She is normally good-natured, but can fly into a rage at a moments notice if you aren't paying attention. Often has excellent ideas. (Cause She is me) Never gives in ever. Will always bring something up at the worst times.
Wears a belt, with Makhaira hanging quite obviously from her waist.
I must also comment on the fact that no one here has the same magic as me.
And, in fact, the only other person I've EVER heard of having electricity magic is Lightening Dave.
And he's dead.
Sparky is thirteen, as mentioned in the story. That is all.
Also Sparky (being me, can't remind you of that enough times) has...
Well, y'know FEARS...
Deathly afraid of spiders and *hides head in shame* being *mumbles something*
Everyone else: What?
Being tickled, okay? It renders Sparky (me) completely useless and that scares her(ME) more than anything else in the world. Really.
*runs into near by nursery and takes as many shrubs as possible*
Shop Owner: You can't take those.
Sparky(me!): Oh uh... *looks into shop owners eyes* You are letting me take these so that I can give them to the worlds most honourable cause. Making Derek-The-Golden-Go-Landy love me and use Sparky(ME!) as a character.
S.O: KK.
When wet Sparky (ME) has a tendency to shock herself out of lack of control. When she (ME) is wet she can't touch anything because she shocks it by accident, and turning any electrical appliance on while she(ME) is wet makes all the plugs/power points in the room blow up. Sparky (once again ME. THAT IS ME.) swears only when she does something incredibly stupid. Sparky (MEMEMEMEMEME) always has her hair tied up. It varies as to how, but her hair is ALWAYS tied up. She has uncannily good balance naturally. Another thing is that Sparky (Who is me, as I be she and we be each other) is always twitching or fiddling with something. Speaking of explosions, Sparky (me) makes pebbles explode when she's bored. I also keep forgetting about this crucial part of my appearance. Sparky(me) is ALWAYS wearing a scarf. Always. It changes colours, styles and patterns, but she(ME) is ALWAYS wearing a scarf. She(I) wears one to bed, to meals, to the theatre. She never takes them off.
Yeah you gotta admit axes are pretty good. I know someone who can throw axes.
Damn!
My mum wants me off the computer! That is so annoying....
Does that mean Bye?
….Ahem.
I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work.
Name (taken name, obviously): Victi Timorous (in Latin Victi means overcome, yes I used Google translate)
Powers: Adept, to cause illusions of peoples greatest fears by accident; she has no control over her power. To use her power she has to touch someone, but her power is always popping up when least welcome and vanishing when she needs it most.
Age: 15
Personality: Shy and timid, VERY hard to gain her trust, easily surprised or intimidated, patient…to a limit, quiet, dreams of bravery and adventure and hopes to overcome her shyness, kind, forgiving, often blames things on herself, lonely, rare to see laughing or smiling, is quick to give up without even trying, is good at hiding her feelings.
Appearance: Short and skinny, Victi Timorous is childlike in appearance. She has long, straight hair black in colour. She often uses her hair to hide her face behind. When she is nervous or embarrassed she runs her fingers through her hair. She has purple eyes, and when she shows them to you it is a sign of her beginning to trust you. Once she trusts you fully she ties her hair back when she’s around you, so you can see her face.
Backstory: Victi Once belonged to a family but when she was five her strange powers surfaced and when she touched her parents it caused an illusion. Soon the sanctuary got involved and even though they modified her families’ memories they soon discovered Victi couldn’t control her powers. She lived in the Sanctuary ever since then. Few people know her because she is rarely seen outside. She tries to help with interrogations sometimes but her powers don’t always work, so she is only called in as a last resort.
Please, I know my character isn’t very powerful but I think you could really do with a shy and weak character trying to be strong. She’s a very mysterious and strange character and you don’t really use that many of them in your books.
Just use my character. Or I will eat you. Alive. With a butter knife. Have I given you too much info? I hope not…
I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work.
Sparky Braginski!
Magic- Sparky (ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![Once again, can't stress that enough]!!!!!!!!!!!!) can make electricity stream out of her fingers, she can make it crackle around her hands so that when she punches someone they get electrocuted, if she claps a powerful shockwave throws everything in every direction off their feet but often hurts Sparky(ME!!!) more than the enemy, can make fireworks to distract the dumber opponents such as zombies, can make electricity run through her(MY) bloodstream making her run faster, when she is aggravated in a large crowd of people she can punch the ground sending a ripple of energy in every direction sending everyone except Sparky herself(ME) flying off their feet, if she splays her hands a weak wave of electricity can jumble brainwaves and send people into confusion she loves doing this in crowded shopping centres during Christmas season for some unknown reason, and the ability to manipulate people.
Appearance- Same 3/4 length jacket as Val's first one, cargo pants, t-shirt colours always red or green or black. Long straight brown hair. Freckles. Freakishly pale skin. Short. Hazel eyes.
Background- Has known about herself being magic at a young age, but unable to find anyone else with magic has trained herself. Was always interested in electricity, thus using that interest to her advantage and very recently (with Fletcher Renn's help) gotten into LOTS of trouble. Entailing, she's been kidnapped four times. Even though she is VERY Australian, she has a Russian/Irish accent with hints of English and Welsh.
Behaviour- Gets angry easily, but takes a lot to make her show it. She is normally good-natured, but can fly into a rage at a moments notice if you aren't paying attention. Often has excellent ideas. (Cause She is me) Never gives in ever. Will always bring something up at the worst times.
Wears a belt, with Makhaira hanging quite obviously from her waist.
I must also comment on the fact that no one here has the same magic as me.
And, in fact, the only other person I've EVER heard of having electricity magic is Lightening Dave.
And he's dead.
Sparky is thirteen, as mentioned in the story. That is all.
Also Sparky (being me, can't remind you of that enough times) has...
Well, y'know FEARS...
Deathly afraid of spiders and *hides head in shame* being *mumbles something*
Everyone else: What?
Being tickled, okay? It renders Sparky (me) completely useless and that scares her(ME) more than anything else in the world. Really.
*runs into near by nursery and takes as many shrubs as possible*
Shop Owner: You can't take those.
Sparky(me!): Oh uh... *looks into shop owners eyes* You are letting me take these so that I can give them to the worlds most honourable cause. Making Derek-The-Golden-Go-Landy love me and use Sparky(ME!) as a character.
S.O: KK.
When wet Sparky (ME) has a tendency to shock herself out of lack of control. When she (ME) is wet she can't touch anything because she shocks it by accident, and turning any electrical appliance on while she(ME) is wet makes all the plugs/power points in the room blow up. Sparky (once again ME. THAT IS ME.) swears only when she does something incredibly stupid. Sparky (MEMEMEMEMEME) always has her hair tied up. It varies as to how, but her hair is ALWAYS tied up. She has uncannily good balance naturally. Another thing is that Sparky (Who is me, as I be she and we be each other) is always twitching or fiddling with something. Speaking of explosions, Sparky (me) makes pebbles explode when she's bored. I also keep forgetting about this crucial part of my appearance. Sparky(me) is ALWAYS wearing a scarf. Always. It changes colours, styles and patterns, but she(ME) is ALWAYS wearing a scarf. She(I) wears one to bed, to meals, to the theatre. She never takes them off.
OC for Australiminion Competition
"I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work."
Name: Rosella Embers – I don’t know if I can use her, given that she already has a mention in the book. But this is my preferred character name
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Hair: A long soft brown, usually not tied back, but when it is it’s in a French braid.
Eyes: Electric blue
Skin: Pale
Height: Tall
Weight: Slender and lean
Personality: Quiet, shy, but friendly
Wears: Jeans, ballet flats and colourful t-shirts, with a black jacket
Nationality and Accent: Her nationality is Australian, Australian accent (not the horrible nasal kind – yes, there’s a difference)
Powers: Sensitive – Telekinesis (Can be tweaked – I don’t mind)
Skills: Rosella does not approve of violence, but because she always manages to get into the middle of trouble, can fight well. She is also able to unstick 15 lemon sherbets and eat them in 13.38 seconds. :P
Background: (I needed to add this because the in the reference she is working for the Irish Sanctuary) Rosella was working as enforcement in the Australian Sanctuary, but was moved to Ireland when times were dire. Simple. (You can tweak this too - actually, you can tweak anything)
(I don’t get why we have bring you a shrubbery. If so, Rosella will come bringing shrubbery. Here is a link: http://cheezburger.com/View/5288962304 and another link: http://inhabitat.com/beijings-facade-of-shrubbery/attachment/12939/ )
I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work
(Although a mention would be nice)
Fish Sticks
Can breath under water. Thinks she is really tough, but everyone laughs behind her back. Easily angered, little or no friends.(Up to you if she can fight or not.)
That's about it from this Aussie. Oh yeah. PICK ME. If you do PICK ME, and mention me, can you ALSO refer to me as Carloz
I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work.
Monica Quake
Monica Quake is an Adept. She has the ability to send tremors through the ground with a single stomp, powerful enough to take you off your feet. However, such an action is bound to take a lot of energy out of you, so she would need to rest or recharge for a while before she can do it again. Useful, if you're resorting to the gettem-while-they're-down approach.
The creator of this character was Eve, the Australiminion with the funny accent.
I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work.
Sparky Braginski!
Magic- Sparky (ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![Once again, can't stress that enough]!!!!!!!!!!!!) can make electricity stream out of her fingers, she can make it crackle around her hands so that when she punches someone they get electrocuted, if she claps a powerful shockwave throws everything in every direction off their feet but often hurts Sparky(ME!!!) more than the enemy, can make fireworks to distract the dumber opponents such as zombies, can make electricity run through her(MY) bloodstream making her run faster, when she is aggravated in a large crowd of people she can punch the ground sending a ripple of energy in every direction sending everyone except Sparky herself(ME) flying off their feet, if she splays her hands a weak wave of electricity can jumble brainwaves and send people into confusion she loves doing this in crowded shopping centres during Christmas season for some unknown reason, and the ability to manipulate people.
Appearance- Same 3/4 length jacket as Val's first one, cargo pants, t-shirt colours always red or green or black. Long straight brown hair. Freckles. Freakishly pale skin. Short. Hazel eyes.
Background- Has known about herself being magic at a young age, but unable to find anyone else with magic has trained herself. Was always interested in electricity, thus using that interest to her advantage and very recently (with Fletcher Renn's help) gotten into LOTS of trouble. Entailing, she's been kidnapped four times. Even though she is VERY Australian, she has a Russian/Irish accent with hints of English and Welsh.
Behaviour- Gets angry easily, but takes a lot to make her show it. She is normally good-natured, but can fly into a rage at a moments notice if you aren't paying attention. Often has excellent ideas. (Cause She is me) Never gives in ever. Will always bring something up at the worst times.
Wears a belt, with Makhaira hanging quite obviously from her waist.
I must also comment on the fact that no one here has the same magic as me.
And, in fact, the only other person I've EVER heard of having electricity magic is Lightening Dave.
And he's dead.
Sparky is thirteen, as mentioned in the story. That is all.
Also Sparky (being me, can't remind you of that enough times) has...
Well, y'know FEARS...
Deathly afraid of spiders and *hides head in shame* being *mumbles something*
Everyone else: What?
Being tickled, okay? It renders Sparky (me) completely useless and that scares her(ME) more than anything else in the world. Really.
*runs into near by nursery and takes as many shrubs as possible*
Shop Owner: You can't take those.
Sparky(me!): Oh uh... *looks into shop owners eyes* You are letting me take these so that I can give them to the worlds most honourable cause. Making Derek-The-Golden-Go-Landy love me and use Sparky(ME!) as a character.
S.O: KK.
When wet Sparky (ME) has a tendency to shock herself out of lack of control. When she (ME) is wet she can't touch anything because she shocks it by accident, and turning any electrical appliance on while she(ME) is wet makes all the plugs/power points in the room blow up. Sparky (once again ME. THAT IS ME.) swears only when she does something incredibly stupid. Sparky (MEMEMEMEMEME) always has her hair tied up. It varies as to how, but her hair is ALWAYS tied up. She has uncannily good balance naturally. Another thing is that Sparky (Who is me, as I be she and we be each other) is always twitching or fiddling with something. Speaking of explosions, Sparky (me) makes pebbles explode when she's bored. I also keep forgetting about this crucial part of my appearance. Sparky(me) is ALWAYS wearing a scarf. Always. It changes colours, styles and patterns, but she(ME) is ALWAYS wearing a scarf. She(I) wears one to bed, to meals, to the theatre. She never takes them off.
The Carloz thing was so my friends would beleive me. It isn't my real name, but they call me that anyway.
IF YOU CHOOSE ME, READ BELOW
Sorry, i left out details.
Female (i said she, but just to be sure you got it).
Looks 20 or 21. Real age 50's.(Change if you want
Brown hair, not to long or short. Kind of short (not really short, just bellow average height). She can breath under water for however long she wants to.
Violent, always getting into fights (mainly because people are laughing at her.
Again, you can tweak the details if you want. (You if refering to DEREK LANDY. No one else can take Fish Sticks.)
Rule 1. Yes. I am Australian. Yes I/Sparky is a girl.
Rule 2. I will be the one winner from Australia.
Rule 3. Even though it's only been mentioned once, manipulation of electricity has indeed been used in the book series. I have gone into more depth certainly, but I think it needed to be done.
Rule 4. I have posted it here, like, thirty times. And I'm planning posting it like another thirty THOUSAND times.
Rule 5. I have. I have definitely posted many times.
Rule 6. I have posted that at the beginning of EVERY COMMENT.
Rule 7. Understood. If Derek was doing the tweaking I'd be more than eager to have that done.
Rule 8. ...Well...
Rule 9. Yes?
Rule 10. I did! It was excellent!
The rest of my story is coming soon!
Thanks guys for the compliments and if I lose I wouldn't mind losing to people like you cause you all seem to be so nice and have such big brains (saying that in a nice way not a zombie way...)
I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work.
Voltrix Malicia
Adept
Malicious, scary, powerful, feared, unbearably terrifying. These are some of the words she uses to describe herself. Malicia has an agitating ability to strike a sudden fear into anyone who receives her dagger-eye glare. She thinks that now that Mr Bliss is gone, she automatically gets a spot in the Top 10 Most Feared Sorcerers. But the fact is, her super-big-headedness is getting her nuh-o-where. She just comes across as really really really really annoying. Of course, there are those who are able to overcome the fear, but no one can really be bothered to try it out. Naturally, Malicia doesn't get the message i.e. she thinks people are too afraid to approach her, which automatically gives her a spot in the Top 10 Most Frustrating Sorcerers.
The creator of this character was Eve, the Australiminion with the funny accent.
Voltrix sounds... interesting.
I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work.
Name: Penelope hiding
Power: Adept, more specifically the power to blend into her surrounding objects. Not turn invisible, more like a chameleon.
Profession: Assassin so good an evil. Will help the side that pays the best
Connections: Billy Ray Saguines ex Girlfriend
Interesting characteristics/traits/facial appearances:
She has hair as dark as night with a bright red streak through it and sparkling green eyes that can expertly stalk prey. She fought for Meritorius against Melevelont but after that took a drastic turn in sides by pairing up with the bad guys. She can use pretty much any weapon but she is know for having a sharp metal axe that brutally cuts through her enemies bones (like the cleavers scythes).
She is that rare combination of being able to go from laughing with a friend to pulling out her axe and threatening to chop his head off. She is serious and not an enemy to be rifled with.
Her right arm is decorated with tattoos of dancing shadows that lead down to a metal bracelet carved with symbols. The symbols react to another group of symbols carved onto her axe that uses magic to "summon" the axe to her hand.
She dresses in a leather jacket that like the clothes made by ghastly bespoke protect her from knifes and like the cleavers outfits can move through the air and isn't flammable. She also wears black combat boots along with trousers.
She is smart, wise and a little bit crazy. She is very angry after her parents abandoned her at age 10. She is a passive gambler and quite poor. She has no permanent home (she normally kills the owners of the houses to live somewhere for a while), no friends or allies, she trusts no-one.
By Jacob Parker
This is my story for my character PENELOPE HIDING
Penelope Hiding was a good girl gone bad. She thought about that has she stepped over the body of what used to be a mage. “Mage, Magician, Sorcerer” She thought “They’re all easy to kill no matter what name. Penelope liked Australia. Warm, Sunny and the people always were really friendly just before she killed them in cold blood.
The man that lay on the ground in front of her had doen nothing wrong. He had been a good man, a successful man, went to church once a week and had nothing at all to do with magic. He was the kind that would laugh before fainting if he knew that magic was real.
What the man did have was a brilliant house. Right in front of Manly, with a stunning view of the sunset and Penelope absolutely loved sunsets. A beautiful sunset after a long day of killing people was one of her favourite daily traditions.
Penelope rolled the bloody corpse over so its face was looking directly at her. His eyes had rolled into the back of his head and blood dribbled slowly from the brutal cut her axe had made.
She found the keys to her dream house and swiped the wallet while she was there. She got up out of her crouching position and went to head out of the narrow, back-street alleyway that the unfortunate man had met his demise.
Suddenly Penelope started feeling uneasy. She had developed this feeling during the war and it brought back unfortunate memories. Penelope pressed herself against a wall and her skin and clothes started to change until it almost looked like she was see through. Her skin and clothes had changed like a chameleons would (the skin not the clothes, as far as I’m concerned chameleons don’t wear clothes).
Penelope stayed flat against the wall, ready for attack. She realised that her axe lay on the ground next to the body. As Penelope said a silent curse a man walked past the entry to the ally-way. Penelope prepared herself to fight but the man kept on walking.
Penelope sighed and turned around and only by her natural instincts managed to duck underneath the cleavers blade. Penelope turned the duck into a backwards roll and came up crouching in a fighting stance.
The cleaver struck again and Penelope stepped backwards to dodge the assault but kicked upwards catching the scythe. The cleaver was now on the defensive as she launched an onslaught of punches, kicks and elbows. The cleaver quickly recovered though and after managing to block a wide kick started using the scythe again.
Penelope ducked underneath the sharp metal and managed to press her palm firmly against the bracelet on her wrist. At once her axe flew off the floor and into the cleavers head. The cleaver hit the floor and the axe came to Penelope’s hand.
She was lucky that it had managed to kill the cleaver on its way to her. The amount of magical energy that it used had nearly killed her. Penelope took a step forward and her legs gave way. She hit the ground and lay there.
A few seconds later Penelope managed to raise her head. She groaned as she saw the distinctive legs of cleavers approaching. She had found it hard enough to kill the first one and now there were at least five more. She did have her axe but in this current state she was finding it hard to lift it.
Somehow Penelope managed to get to her feet. She used her axe to prop herself up as the creepers stalked closer to her. A shadow passed by overhead and momentarily Penelope let whatever guard she had down. The cleavers took this opportunity and advanced on her.
Suddenly a woman dropped down from the high buildings. She had long blonde hair, wore leathers and she showed her expertise with the sword she was holding by chopping two of the cleavers heads off. The third of five hit the ground milliseconds after but the fourth cleaver managed to block the sword.
The woman blocked and parried a scythe blade and managed to slice open the stomach of the fourth cleaver and the fifth one soon met the same fate.
“Who are...” I began before the man stepped out of the car. He was bald and his head and face were covered with scars. He looked up but his steps faltered when he saw the girl. He stood still, his face went pale beneath the layers of scars. I decided to break the silence:
“Ghastly, Ghastly, Ghastly” I said “How are you, I haven’t seen you since, well I can’t remember?”
“Since that night in venice” Ghastly replied sullenly “We were following you since you had betrayed us, you tried to kill me”
“And I was quite unsuccessful, you forced me into hiding, Mr Bespoke, or should I say Elder bespoke” Penelope spoke gleefully
“I’ve heard enough out of you!” ghastly said angrily but still kept quiet “as for you.” Ghastly looked at the woman and she gestured towards herself smiling.
“Me?” She said in a british accent “I’ve done nothing wrong”
“Tanith” Ghastly muttered “I loved you, but I can’t love you now because your not you. You’re a remnant but if you come into custody we can help you” “Your boring me old man” she said yawning “I’ve heard the same speech from all the good guys and I have given them all the same answer”
“No” said ghastly quietly
“Exactly” Tanith said “ Fancy seeing you hear in Australia, nice here isn’t it?”
“You can fight against it Tanith!” ghastly shouted. Ignoring what ghastly said Tanith replied brightly:
“Now if you wouldn’t mind me taking this beautiful young lady, we’ll be on our way.” Tanith reached for me but I managed to move out of the way. My magic and energy was returning to me.
“I don’t know you!” Penelope said to Tanith “Personally I mean. I’ve heard stories of your braveness and courage and the most recent story of you and your remnant fan.
“We do get along well, the remnant and I” Tanith nodded “and though you don’t know me, I know someone that does. The ground behind me burst open and a man I knew very well rose out of the cement.
“Best entry gets the prize” Billy Ray Sanguine said as he grabbed Penelope. Ghastly jumped forward, Tanith laughed and Penelope was dragged into the ground.
Penelope grasped on for dear life at first but then she relaxed. They used to travel like this all the time, Billy Ray and her. He used to surprise her by taking her too recent battle scenes in the wars and they would dance through the blood and gore. But that was in the olden days, nowadays Penelope was fighting for her life most of the time and had no intentions to get back together with him.
“So how you been doing” Billy Ray asked casually. When Penelope didn’t respond he spoke again: “I’ve been fine if you wondering. Not well off money wise but I’ve got a cracking hot girlfriend thats only in her 80’s! You believe that but I would give her up for you”
“You’ve always been nice to me, but no” Penelope replied coldly
“I would chop off her head just for one kiss from you”
“You always no what a girl wants to hear” “Was that a yes?”
“I would rather shoot myself”
“Why so negative about me?”
“You left me to face a group of some of the sanctuaries best fighters”
“Oh right, yeh that was sort of cold but don’t worry I’ve changed”
“You offered me two seconds ago the opportunity to chop off your own girlfriends head”
“I’ll change for you?”
“Cut the romance Billy” Penelope said sharply “ What do you want me for?”
“You’ve heard of Darquesse right?”
“Right”
“Well my girlfriend is sort of obsessed with bringing her back, sort of like an extreme hobby.”
“So...”
“And I’ll do anything to please my girlfriend”
“Ok, so where do I come into this”
“There are some people that want to stop us from destroying the world so they may need to be, how do you put it these days?”
“Brutally killed” Penelope suggested
“Exactly” Billy Ray said smiling. Suddenly the two people burst through another cement floor. They were in the car-park for the opera house according to the signs. Penelope let go of Billy Ray and stepped back.
“Here you go” He said handing her a plane ticket and a piece of paper. “One ticket to Dublin, Ireland and on the piece of paper is my number.” Penelope glared at him and he laughed “For business reasons only, unless you’re feeling lonely?” Penelope gave him a hard slap and he groaned. Popping a bit of leaf into his mouth he sunk into the ground.
Penelope stood there for a moment before walking away, on her way to alot of trouble.
THE END
for now...
Please excuse any errors I should have checked it more for errors
I excuse your errors but the story is good.
thanks Sparky yours is too
Really?
Where are you up to?
My story is sort of almost, kinda, but not really finished! There's like one more bit. But it's a BIG bit...
I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work.
Mahogany Reen
Elemental
Elemental magic always came easily to Mahogany Reen, and yet she refuses to use her magic against anyone unless absolutely and utterly necessary, and even then she will do so somewhat reluctantly. Fighters struggle to fathom her, but they treat Mahogany with a healthy respect, as she has never once made a move to disapprove of their lifestyle. Being the young sorceress she is (not as young as Valkyrie, but still young) Mahogany still loves to use magic, and always turns to the elements to make everyday life that bit easier and more magical.
The creator of this character was Eve, the Australiminion with the funny accent.
She's cool! I like her. If you win with her I will be initially disappointed, but happy that I like the character!
Sparky my actual story )that I'm writing in real life is up to page 75 A4 and is about halfway through
The story that I just wrote is meant to be just a chapter
Ah, cool!
I like the name Sofia Leighton personally.
I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work.
:) I'm Aussie by the way!
(I can't choose one name so you can pick from the them and mix and match!)
Name:
Sofia Leighton
Aubrey Flynn
Serena
Matisse
D.O.B: 17/4/1921
Age: looks about 23 years old, is actually 79
Gender: Female
Powers and their weakness: Adept
--Able to erase a thought or memory out of a person’s mind (When she does this however she becomes very dizzy and her trailed of thought is temporarily cloudy.)
--Able to move significantly faster than others for instance she can run, punch or kick in a blink of an eye. However her speed is nowhere near a vampires. (When she does this however she becomes a little less strong until she can rest for a bit. If she works on her stamina this weakness is lessened.)
Personality: Loyal, stubborn, sarcastic, funny, ambitious, loud, caring, impatient
Hair: Long beachy waves, hazelnut colour.
Eyes: Green grey colour
Habits: Tapping on something solid like a desk with her nails when she’s waiting.
Catchphrase:
"It's forgotten."
Or
"Been forgottenified."
Here is your shrubbery!
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I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work.
Sparky Braginski!
Magic- Sparky (ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![Once again, can't stress that enough]!!!!!!!!!!!!) can make electricity stream out of her fingers, she can make it crackle around her hands so that when she punches someone they get electrocuted, if she claps a powerful shockwave throws everything in every direction off their feet but often hurts Sparky(ME!!!) more than the enemy, can make fireworks to distract the dumber opponents such as zombies, can make electricity run through her(MY) bloodstream making her run faster, when she is aggravated in a large crowd of people she can punch the ground sending a ripple of energy in every direction sending everyone except Sparky herself(ME) flying off their feet, if she splays her hands a weak wave of electricity can jumble brainwaves and send people into confusion she loves doing this in crowded shopping centres during Christmas season for some unknown reason, and the ability to manipulate people.
Appearance- Same 3/4 length jacket as Val's first one, cargo pants, t-shirt colours always red or green or black. Long straight brown hair. Freckles. Freakishly pale skin. Short. Hazel eyes.
Background- Has known about herself being magic at a young age, but unable to find anyone else with magic has trained herself. Was always interested in electricity, thus using that interest to her advantage and very recently (with Fletcher Renn's help) gotten into LOTS of trouble. Entailing, she's been kidnapped four times. Even though she is VERY Australian, she has a Russian/Irish accent with hints of English and Welsh.
Behaviour- Gets angry easily, but takes a lot to make her show it. She is normally good-natured, but can fly into a rage at a moments notice if you aren't paying attention. Often has excellent ideas. (Cause She is me) Never gives in ever. Will always bring something up at the worst times.
Wears a belt, with Makhaira hanging quite obviously from her waist.
I must also comment on the fact that no one here has the same magic as me.
And, in fact, the only other person I've EVER heard of having electricity magic is Lightening Dave.
And he's dead.
Sparky is thirteen, as mentioned in the story. That is all.
Also Sparky (being me, can't remind you of that enough times) has...
Well, y'know FEARS...
Deathly afraid of spiders and *hides head in shame* being *mumbles something*
Everyone else: What?
Being tickled, okay? It renders Sparky (me) completely useless and that scares her(ME) more than anything else in the world. Really.
*runs into near by nursery and takes as many shrubs as possible*
Shop Owner: You can't take those.
Sparky(me!): Oh uh... *looks into shop owners eyes* You are letting me take these so that I can give them to the worlds most honourable cause. Making Derek-The-Golden-Go-Landy love me and use Sparky(ME!) as a character.
S.O: KK.
When wet Sparky (ME) has a tendency to shock herself out of lack of control. When she (ME) is wet she can't touch anything because she shocks it by accident, and turning any electrical appliance on while she(ME) is wet makes all the plugs/power points in the room blow up. Sparky (once again ME. THAT IS ME.) swears only when she does something incredibly stupid. Sparky (MEMEMEMEMEME) always has her hair tied up. It varies as to how, but her hair is ALWAYS tied up. She has uncannily good balance naturally. Another thing is that Sparky (Who is me, as I be she and we be each other) is always twitching or fiddling with something. Speaking of explosions, Sparky (me) makes pebbles explode when she's bored. I also keep forgetting about this crucial part of my appearance. Sparky(me) is ALWAYS wearing a scarf. Always. It changes colours, styles and patterns, but she(ME) is ALWAYS wearing a scarf. She(I) wears one to bed, to meals, to the theatre. She never takes them off.
Or Sofia Flynn!
I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work.
Posh Pronto
Adept
Posh Pronto has the power to turn people into a royal, coal, or a magnetic cube. She has long straight black hair, much like China Sorrows'. She has brown eyes, much like Valkyrie Cain's. She is obsessed with jewellery. She is posh. She writes with a metre long quill. Her favourite colour is black and she often wears black. Her pupils are black and her hair is black, much like China Sorrows. She is English. She has a toy poodle who can turn into chocolate. She also has a pet walrus who is thirty centimetres long.
The creator of this character was Eve the ROCK's little brother, Shaun the PEBBLE.
Sorry about the deletion but I posted it on accident!
Thank you Sparky!
Pleasure.
I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work.
Sparky Braginski!
Magic- Sparky (ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![Once again, can't stress that enough]!!!!!!!!!!!!) can make electricity stream out of her fingers, she can make it crackle around her hands so that when she punches someone they get electrocuted, if she claps a powerful shockwave throws everything in every direction off their feet but often hurts Sparky(ME!!!) more than the enemy, can make fireworks to distract the dumber opponents such as zombies, can make electricity run through her(MY) bloodstream making her run faster, when she is aggravated in a large crowd of people she can punch the ground sending a ripple of energy in every direction sending everyone except Sparky herself(ME) flying off their feet, if she splays her hands a weak wave of electricity can jumble brainwaves and send people into confusion she loves doing this in crowded shopping centres during Christmas season for some unknown reason, and the ability to manipulate people.
Appearance- Same 3/4 length jacket as Val's first one, cargo pants, t-shirt colours always red or green or black. Long straight brown hair. Freckles. Freakishly pale skin. Short. Hazel eyes.
Background- Has known about herself being magic at a young age, but unable to find anyone else with magic has trained herself. Was always interested in electricity, thus using that interest to her advantage and very recently (with Fletcher Renn's help) gotten into LOTS of trouble. Entailing, she's been kidnapped four times. Even though she is VERY Australian, she has a Russian/Irish accent with hints of English and Welsh.
Behaviour- Gets angry easily, but takes a lot to make her show it. She is normally good-natured, but can fly into a rage at a moments notice if you aren't paying attention. Often has excellent ideas. (Cause She is me) Never gives in ever. Will always bring something up at the worst times.
Wears a belt, with Makhaira hanging quite obviously from her waist.
I must also comment on the fact that no one here has the same magic as me.
And, in fact, the only other person I've EVER heard of having electricity magic is Lightening Dave.
And he's dead.
Sparky is thirteen, as mentioned in the story. That is all.
Also Sparky (being me, can't remind you of that enough times) has...
Well, y'know FEARS...
Deathly afraid of spiders and *hides head in shame* being *mumbles something*
Everyone else: What?
Being tickled, okay? It renders Sparky (me) completely useless and that scares her(ME) more than anything else in the world. Really.
*runs into near by nursery and takes as many shrubs as possible*
Shop Owner: You can't take those.
Sparky(me!): Oh uh... *looks into shop owners eyes* You are letting me take these so that I can give them to the worlds most honourable cause. Making Derek-The-Golden-Go-Landy love me and use Sparky(ME!) as a character.
S.O: KK.
When wet Sparky (ME) has a tendency to shock herself out of lack of control. When she (ME) is wet she can't touch anything because she shocks it by accident, and turning any electrical appliance on while she(ME) is wet makes all the plugs/power points in the room blow up. Sparky (once again ME. THAT IS ME.) swears only when she does something incredibly stupid. Sparky (MEMEMEMEMEME) always has her hair tied up. It varies as to how, but her hair is ALWAYS tied up. She has uncannily good balance naturally. Another thing is that Sparky (Who is me, as I be she and we be each other) is always twitching or fiddling with something. Speaking of explosions, Sparky (me) makes pebbles explode when she's bored. I also keep forgetting about this crucial part of my appearance. Sparky(me) is ALWAYS wearing a scarf. Always. It changes colours, styles and patterns, but she(ME) is ALWAYS wearing a scarf. She(I) wears one to bed, to meals, to the theatre. She never takes them off.
I just realised I typed "the them" anyway....
I wonder what I would've done if Derek had put Aussie's make a male character and Kiwi's make a Female character.
Sparky maybe you shouldn't spam so much...
I want to win.
I will do ANYTHING to win this competition.
I can't write untilI get an e-mail back...
And it isn't spam if I'm trying to win something...
Or when he checks his e-mail and he sees that crazy nut Sparky Braginski's posted the same character's description 80 billion times.
I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work.
Sparky Braginski!
Magic- Sparky (ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![Once again, can't stress that enough]!!!!!!!!!!!!) can make electricity stream out of her fingers, she can make it crackle around her hands so that when she punches someone they get electrocuted, if she claps a powerful shockwave throws everything in every direction off their feet but often hurts Sparky(ME!!!) more than the enemy, can make fireworks to distract the dumber opponents such as zombies, can make electricity run through her(MY) bloodstream making her run faster, when she is aggravated in a large crowd of people she can punch the ground sending a ripple of energy in every direction sending everyone except Sparky herself(ME) flying off their feet, if she splays her hands a weak wave of electricity can jumble brainwaves and send people into confusion she loves doing this in crowded shopping centres during Christmas season for some unknown reason, and the ability to manipulate people.
Appearance- Same 3/4 length jacket as Val's first one, cargo pants, t-shirt colours always red or green or black. Long straight brown hair. Freckles. Freakishly pale skin. Short. Hazel eyes.
Background- Has known about herself being magic at a young age, but unable to find anyone else with magic has trained herself. Was always interested in electricity, thus using that interest to her advantage and very recently (with Fletcher Renn's help) gotten into LOTS of trouble. Entailing, she's been kidnapped four times. Even though she is VERY Australian, she has a Russian/Irish accent with hints of English and Welsh.
Behaviour- Gets angry easily, but takes a lot to make her show it. She is normally good-natured, but can fly into a rage at a moments notice if you aren't paying attention. Often has excellent ideas. (Cause She is me) Never gives in ever. Will always bring something up at the worst times.
Wears a belt, with Makhaira hanging quite obviously from her waist.
I must also comment on the fact that no one here has the same magic as me.
And, in fact, the only other person I've EVER heard of having electricity magic is Lightening Dave.
And he's dead.
Sparky is thirteen, as mentioned in the story. That is all.
Also Sparky (being me, can't remind you of that enough times) has...
Well, y'know FEARS...
Deathly afraid of spiders and *hides head in shame* being *mumbles something*
Everyone else: What?
Being tickled, okay? It renders Sparky (me) completely useless and that scares her(ME) more than anything else in the world. Really.
*runs into near by nursery and takes as many shrubs as possible*
Shop Owner: You can't take those.
Sparky(me!): Oh uh... *looks into shop owners eyes* You are letting me take these so that I can give them to the worlds most honourable cause. Making Derek-The-Golden-Go-Landy love me and use Sparky(ME!) as a character.
S.O: KK.
When wet Sparky (ME) has a tendency to shock herself out of lack of control. When she (ME) is wet she can't touch anything because she shocks it by accident, and turning any electrical appliance on while she(ME) is wet makes all the plugs/power points in the room blow up. Sparky (once again ME. THAT IS ME.) swears only when she does something incredibly stupid. Sparky (MEMEMEMEMEME) always has her hair tied up. It varies as to how, but her hair is ALWAYS tied up. She has uncannily good balance naturally. Another thing is that Sparky (Who is me, as I be she and we be each other) is always twitching or fiddling with something. Speaking of explosions, Sparky (me) makes pebbles explode when she's bored. I also keep forgetting about this crucial part of my appearance. Sparky(me) is ALWAYS wearing a scarf. Always. It changes colours, styles and patterns, but she(ME) is ALWAYS wearing a scarf. She(I) wears one to bed, to meals, to the theatre. She never takes them off.
I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work.
Now time for some villains
Travis Goldman
Tall,dark and likes to wear sunglasses and also wears leather trench-coats. His power is he can make people drunk. When he talks he ONLY quotes movies. He is a bit at war with himself because he is a vegerterain but he loves meat and leather coats.
I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work.
Sparky Braginski!
Magic- Sparky (ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![Once again, can't stress that enough]!!!!!!!!!!!!) can make electricity stream out of her fingers, she can make it crackle around her hands so that when she punches someone they get electrocuted, if she claps a powerful shockwave throws everything in every direction off their feet but often hurts Sparky(ME!!!) more than the enemy, can make fireworks to distract the dumber opponents such as zombies, can make electricity run through her(MY) bloodstream making her run faster, when she is aggravated in a large crowd of people she can punch the ground sending a ripple of energy in every direction sending everyone except Sparky herself(ME) flying off their feet, if she splays her hands a weak wave of electricity can jumble brainwaves and send people into confusion she loves doing this in crowded shopping centres during Christmas season for some unknown reason, and the ability to manipulate people.
Appearance- Same 3/4 length jacket as Val's first one, cargo pants, t-shirt colours always red or green or black. Long straight brown hair. Freckles. Freakishly pale skin. Short. Hazel eyes.
Background- Has known about herself being magic at a young age, but unable to find anyone else with magic has trained herself. Was always interested in electricity, thus using that interest to her advantage and very recently (with Fletcher Renn's help) gotten into LOTS of trouble. Entailing, she's been kidnapped four times. Even though she is VERY Australian, she has a Russian/Irish accent with hints of English and Welsh.
Behaviour- Gets angry easily, but takes a lot to make her show it. She is normally good-natured, but can fly into a rage at a moments notice if you aren't paying attention. Often has excellent ideas. (Cause She is me) Never gives in ever. Will always bring something up at the worst times.
Wears a belt, with Makhaira hanging quite obviously from her waist.
I must also comment on the fact that no one here has the same magic as me.
And, in fact, the only other person I've EVER heard of having electricity magic is Lightening Dave.
And he's dead.
Sparky is thirteen, as mentioned in the story. That is all.
Also Sparky (being me, can't remind you of that enough times) has...
Well, y'know FEARS...
Deathly afraid of spiders and *hides head in shame* being *mumbles something*
Everyone else: What?
Being tickled, okay? It renders Sparky (me) completely useless and that scares her(ME) more than anything else in the world. Really.
*runs into near by nursery and takes as many shrubs as possible*
Shop Owner: You can't take those.
Sparky(me!): Oh uh... *looks into shop owners eyes* You are letting me take these so that I can give them to the worlds most honourable cause. Making Derek-The-Golden-Go-Landy love me and use Sparky(ME!) as a character.
S.O: KK.
When wet Sparky (ME) has a tendency to shock herself out of lack of control. When she (ME) is wet she can't touch anything because she shocks it by accident, and turning any electrical appliance on while she(ME) is wet makes all the plugs/power points in the room blow up. Sparky (once again ME. THAT IS ME.) swears only when she does something incredibly stupid. Sparky (MEMEMEMEMEME) always has her hair tied up. It varies as to how, but her hair is ALWAYS tied up. She has uncannily good balance naturally. Another thing is that Sparky (Who is me, as I be she and we be each other) is always twitching or fiddling with something. Speaking of explosions, Sparky (me) makes pebbles explode when she's bored. I also keep forgetting about this crucial part of my appearance. Sparky(me) is ALWAYS wearing a scarf. Always. It changes colours, styles and patterns, but she(ME) is ALWAYS wearing a scarf. She(I) wears one to bed, to meals, to the theatre. She never takes them off.
I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work.
Sparky Braginski!
Magic- Sparky (ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![Once again, can't stress that enough]!!!!!!!!!!!!) can make electricity stream out of her fingers, she can make it crackle around her hands so that when she punches someone they get electrocuted, if she claps a powerful shockwave throws everything in every direction off their feet but often hurts Sparky(ME!!!) more than the enemy, can make fireworks to distract the dumber opponents such as zombies, can make electricity run through her(MY) bloodstream making her run faster, when she is aggravated in a large crowd of people she can punch the ground sending a ripple of energy in every direction sending everyone except Sparky herself(ME) flying off their feet, if she splays her hands a weak wave of electricity can jumble brainwaves and send people into confusion she loves doing this in crowded shopping centres during Christmas season for some unknown reason, and the ability to manipulate people.
Appearance- Same 3/4 length jacket as Val's first one, cargo pants, t-shirt colours always red or green or black. Long straight brown hair. Freckles. Freakishly pale skin. Short. Hazel eyes.
Background- Has known about herself being magic at a young age, but unable to find anyone else with magic has trained herself. Was always interested in electricity, thus using that interest to her advantage and very recently (with Fletcher Renn's help) gotten into LOTS of trouble. Entailing, she's been kidnapped four times. Even though she is VERY Australian, she has a Russian/Irish accent with hints of English and Welsh.
Behaviour- Gets angry easily, but takes a lot to make her show it. She is normally good-natured, but can fly into a rage at a moments notice if you aren't paying attention. Often has excellent ideas. (Cause She is me) Never gives in ever. Will always bring something up at the worst times.
Wears a belt, with Makhaira hanging quite obviously from her waist.
I must also comment on the fact that no one here has the same magic as me.
And, in fact, the only other person I've EVER heard of having electricity magic is Lightening Dave.
And he's dead.
Sparky is thirteen, as mentioned in the story. That is all.
Also Sparky (being me, can't remind you of that enough times) has...
Well, y'know FEARS...
Deathly afraid of spiders and *hides head in shame* being *mumbles something*
Everyone else: What?
Being tickled, okay? It renders Sparky (me) completely useless and that scares her(ME) more than anything else in the world. Really.
*runs into near by nursery and takes as many shrubs as possible*
Shop Owner: You can't take those.
Sparky(me!): Oh uh... *looks into shop owners eyes* You are letting me take these so that I can give them to the worlds most honourable cause. Making Derek-The-Golden-Go-Landy love me and use Sparky(ME!) as a character.
S.O: KK.
When wet Sparky (ME) has a tendency to shock herself out of lack of control. When she (ME) is wet she can't touch anything because she shocks it by accident, and turning any electrical appliance on while she(ME) is wet makes all the plugs/power points in the room blow up. Sparky (once again ME. THAT IS ME.) swears only when she does something incredibly stupid. Sparky (MEMEMEMEMEME) always has her hair tied up. It varies as to how, but her hair is ALWAYS tied up. She has uncannily good balance naturally. Another thing is that Sparky (Who is me, as I be she and we be each other) is always twitching or fiddling with something. Speaking of explosions, Sparky (me) makes pebbles explode when she's bored. I also keep forgetting about this crucial part of my appearance. Sparky(me) is ALWAYS wearing a scarf. Always. It changes colours, styles and patterns, but she(ME) is ALWAYS wearing a scarf. She(I) wears one to bed, to meals, to the theatre. She never takes them off.
you really want to win. I'm just glad your Aussie
Yeah, you ARElucky.
Did I mention that Sparky (ME) is really modest?
"I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work."
Marco Guile
Adept
Marco Guile is first, and foremost, a Child of The Spider. He is 5ft5” and dresses predominantly in black. Black jeans. Black tee. Black jacket. Black shoes (All Stars, always). Black hair (with the occasional red highlight, of course). He is one of those people you take one quick glance at and think; “Woah. Emo guy”. He’s pasty white, as people who dress in black generally are. High cheekbones. Big, wide, WIDE blue eyes. The sort of seventeen year-old boy who makes all the seventeen year-old girls sigh and fall over dead. (Well, that might be an exaggeration, but...)
He likes to spend his days in a derelict old house in Roarhaven (the usual, in other words) honing his skills in a style of adept magic the likes of which have never been seen before (more on that later...). If you were to go into this house, you would find a hallway. Down that hallway, you would find Marco’s room, a place of broken hopes and dreams, a place where the very air is infused with the bitter nectar of despair. Oh, and don’t forget the rainbows. They’re rather important. You see, Marco is an avid collector of all things magical. Not in the jaw-dropping-slightly-macabre-China-Sorrows-way, but in the plushy-cuddle-rainbows-and-unicorns-way. This room is sickly pink, and plastered with posters. (Like I said, “infused with the bitter nectar of despair”.)
Marco himself is a wonderful young lad. The sort who walks old ladies across the street (although, he doesn’t enjoy this. One of the few people in Roarhaven who qualifies happens to be Madam Mist) and will smile and say “How are you today?” to a flame-wielding skeleton detective. There are very few things about him to dislike.
Which brings us, finally, to his power. It’s a sneaky, malicious sort of trick. One that would curdle your blood and make you yell “No! No! Get the mean boy away from me!” You see, Marco’s power is, essentially, nightmares. He can slip into your head while you are sleeping and make most terrible things happen. Marco being a Roarhaven resident, “most terrible things” usually consists of a giant spider. But here’s the clever part: Marco can see into your subconscious. He can find out what makes you tick, then bring all of your worst fears rushing to the surface.
If I were you, I would run now.
Because here’s where it gets worse.
Marco is learning how to do it when you’re awake...
riggggghhhhhhtttttt
I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work.
Xavier Umbra
Tall, pale, cold eyes, family crest is a rooster, long ash blonde hair tied in a ponytail, wears a long black cloak, necromancer from New York, manipulates magic through a whip, good character, though highly disliked by Valkyrie Cain. Doesn't bother to conceal his own dislike towards her and Skulduggery Pleasant.
"I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work."
Given name: Cachinnation Liddelle
Taken Name: Alice Rose
Age: 89 (or unknown)
Powers: Owns a weapon that can change into any shape she likes. (Adept) She is helpless with out it.
Personality: Happy when not fighting being bi-polar. LOVES wearing black and red and her boots! She has few friends, including Clarabelle.
Appearance: Brown hair, which is shoulder length
and bouncy. 160cm tall. Pale with blue eyes.
History: Woke up one day with ammesia in a hospital with bad injuries, and lives in a government-paid apartment. The only clue to her past is the weapon she was left and her name/s. Stumbled upon magic one day while searching for her past.
Strength: -Can turn weapon into wings.
-Can dodge well (usually)
Weakness: -Can't run too fast.
-If she uses the wing power for too long, she becomes dizzy.
-Implusive.
-On the rink of being bi-polar.
Side: Good-ish.
Other: Loves sweet things. Addicted to pocky, and loves to read. Love music, and performs at a club when not in a bad mood.
THAAANKS~ Sorry about the lame profile about Alice Rose before!
Alice Rose x
Heres the rest of my story:
Penelope hated Dublin. She had liked Australia because of the heat, thats why she disliked Dublin. The lack of heat. She had arrived on her plane and was very willing to get away from the fat man to her right, and the screaming baby and stressed mother to her left.
Skipping baggage claim Penelope headed straight for customs. She was the first one from the flight there so there was no queue. Thankfully. Penelope couldn’t stand waiting any longer, she had waited enough that day. Firstly she had to awkwardly wait through the lines after getting a small detail of her flight wrong and arriving only 45 minutes before the flight turned up.
Most people would think 45 minutes would be sufficient to get through the queues but it was a tad bit harder for Penelope. I would like to see you try and claim that the axe attached to your back is a novelty device.
Then the plane had to wait two hours on the tarmac because of air-traffic control. And finally the plane hit turbulence during the flight so they had to take a three hour detour. Aside from that, the moaning, screaming, kicking and snoring people made the whole flight a misery.
The customs people here weren’t nearly as nice as the Australian customs. They insisted on checking the axe at least five times. Penelope didn’t apologise when a particularly nasty customs officer cut his hand while checking how sharp the blade was. Another hour later Penelope stepped out into a cloudy Irish day. Black storm clouds loomed overhead, threatening to pour open with rain.
The customs people had kept her in until the rest of the people had left. She was too tired to kill them or even complain. No one else was around, the taxis had all left and only one car was parked.
The car was a black jeep and as Penelope approached it a man dressed in black stepped out.
“Penelope Hiding” He said gruffly
“Thats me” she said happily that she could finally get to her destination. She went to hop into the car and the man grabbed her. She tried to scream but his arm was wrapped over her mouth. She kicked some more but he brought out a needle with his free hand.
The needle tip pierced her skin and her head slumped forward. The man shackled her hands behind her back, blind folded her and threw her in the boot. The man hopped in the car and drove away, without a trace.
When Penelope woke up the shackles were off. She lay on a mattress covered with a torn, red blanket. She propped herself up and examined the room. The walls appeared to be made out of stone bricks and the floor looked like it was made out of just plain stone.
I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work.
Sparky Braginski!
Magic- Sparky (ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![Once again, can't stress that enough]!!!!!!!!!!!!) can make electricity stream out of her fingers, she can make it crackle around her hands so that when she punches someone they get electrocuted, if she claps a powerful shockwave throws everything in every direction off their feet but often hurts Sparky(ME!!!) more than the enemy, can make fireworks to distract the dumber opponents such as zombies, can make electricity run through her(MY) bloodstream making her run faster, when she is aggravated in a large crowd of people she can punch the ground sending a ripple of energy in every direction sending everyone except Sparky herself(ME) flying off their feet, if she splays her hands a weak wave of electricity can jumble brainwaves and send people into confusion she loves doing this in crowded shopping centres during Christmas season for some unknown reason, and the ability to manipulate people.
Appearance- Same 3/4 length jacket as Val's first one, cargo pants, t-shirt colours always red or green or black. Long straight brown hair. Freckles. Freakishly pale skin. Short. Hazel eyes.
Background- Has known about herself being magic at a young age, but unable to find anyone else with magic has trained herself. Was always interested in electricity, thus using that interest to her advantage and very recently (with Fletcher Renn's help) gotten into LOTS of trouble. Entailing, she's been kidnapped four times. Even though she is VERY Australian, she has a Russian/Irish accent with hints of English and Welsh.
Behaviour- Gets angry easily, but takes a lot to make her show it. She is normally good-natured, but can fly into a rage at a moments notice if you aren't paying attention. Often has excellent ideas. (Cause She is me) Never gives in ever. Will always bring something up at the worst times.
Wears a belt, with Makhaira hanging quite obviously from her waist.
I must also comment on the fact that no one here has the same magic as me.
And, in fact, the only other person I've EVER heard of having electricity magic is Lightening Dave.
And he's dead.
Sparky is thirteen, as mentioned in the story. That is all.
Also Sparky (being me, can't remind you of that enough times) has...
Well, y'know FEARS...
Deathly afraid of spiders and *hides head in shame* being *mumbles something*
Everyone else: What?
Being tickled, okay? It renders Sparky (me) completely useless and that scares her(ME) more than anything else in the world. Really.
*runs into near by nursery and takes as many shrubs as possible*
Shop Owner: You can't take those.
Sparky(me!): Oh uh... *looks into shop owners eyes* You are letting me take these so that I can give them to the worlds most honourable cause. Making Derek-The-Golden-Go-Landy love me and use Sparky(ME!) as a character.
S.O: KK.
When wet Sparky (ME) has a tendency to shock herself out of lack of control. When she (ME) is wet she can't touch anything because she shocks it by accident, and turning any electrical appliance on while she(ME) is wet makes all the plugs/power points in the room blow up. Sparky (once again ME. THAT IS ME.) swears only when she does something incredibly stupid. Sparky (MEMEMEMEMEME) always has her hair tied up. It varies as to how, but her hair is ALWAYS tied up. She has uncannily good balance naturally. Another thing is that Sparky (Who is me, as I be she and we be each other) is always twitching or fiddling with something. Speaking of explosions, Sparky (me) makes pebbles explode when she's bored. I also keep forgetting about this crucial part of my appearance. Sparky(me) is ALWAYS wearing a scarf. Always. It changes colours, styles and patterns, but she(ME) is ALWAYS wearing a scarf. She(I) wears one to bed, to meals, to the theatre. She never takes them off.
The room really wasn’t that big and it was lit only by a small light hanging from the ceiling. Apart from the bed there was a toilet and one wall was made out of iron bars. Feeling slightly more refreshed Penelope got up and walked over to bars.
“Let me out!” she screamed rattling the bars “LET ME OUT!” The sound of her voice echoes down the hallway on the outside of the bars. Penelope stepped backwards as she heard the sound of footsteps down the hallway.
Moments later Billy Ray Sanguine was in front of her.
“Hello love” he said smirking
“Billy come-on let me out of here I’ll work for you for free” Penelope pleaded
“Relax, Relax. I was going to do it anyway. Sorry about the ruff treatment by the way”
“You did this to me! Let me out!” Penelope said filled with rage. Billy Ray didn’t reply but instead let her out. Penelope stormed down the hall and Billy Ray stumbled after her.
“I’m so sorry, its just to put it frankly” he said
“What Billy! What” Penelope roared
“You can’t be trusted yet. In due time we’ll let you know” Penelope sighed but still felt angry for two reasons. One that sanguine had the nerve to think that she was being kidnapped and two that she was actually agreeing with his reasons for it.
“Fine” said Penelope “Now I’m starving whens breakfast?”
After a good breakfast Tanith, Penelope and Billy sat down. They had managed to get a temporary base in the Dublin country somewhere. Billy hadn’t told Penelope the details yet. The base had been borrowed from a recently deceased couple and had a terrific view of the hundreds of acres of nothing. It had a basement which was where Penelope had been locked up in.
“So your first test” Tanith said talking directly to Penelope
“Firstly” Penelope stated “I have some demands”
“And why should we follow them”
“Because I say so. Firstly you treat me like an equal member, Secondly I get a better room and thirdly if I’m flying back to Australia I want first class tickets”
“Fine” Sighed Tanith “Now what we need you to do is get an old friend of Billy’s out of prison”
“Friends an exageration” said Billy “More colleague, or co-worker”
“I thought the job was to kill people” Penelope asked “and anyway why don’t you just do it?”
“Thats the thing” Billy said “The Irish sanctuary are going crazy trying to find us two so we don’t really want to get too involved.”
“So your hiring people to do it?”
“Exactly” Said Tanith “That man that took you here we have no connections to other than the fact that he hates the sanctuary”
“So just a simple breakout?”
“Easy as pie”
“Whats the guys name?”
“The so called king of London” Billy said “Spring heel Jack”
"I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work."
Ethereal Err
was a normal, posh teenager from the high society London/Ireland/America/wherever this story is set...
until she was kicked out of home for being...
TOO DAMN EXPENSIVE.
Age: 18
Currently trying to live with different friends, but getting kicked out a lot.
She is a make-up obessed, fashion obessed, soap opera obessed, maniac.
She hates dirt, carrots, rain, too much MSG, being pale, and having to refund her purchases.
She ALWAYS wears the latest fashion!
She is scared of most things and cannot fight unless you give her a good reason (like 'Sale at the mall!').
Long blonde hair with highlights, and a posh accent.
She never gives up though.
Alice Rose x
Oh, um... I'm a Kiwi. (Not of the fruit, or the bird, but the people. LOOKITTUPP!) Just in case that's very important. Anyway, here's my entry again. Er...I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work.
Marco Guile
Adept
Marco Guile is first, and foremost, a Child of The Spider. He is 5ft5” and dresses predominantly in black. Black jeans. Black tee. Black jacket. Black shoes (All Stars, always). Black hair (with the occasional red highlight, of course). He is one of those people you take one quick glance at and think; “Woah. Emo guy”. He’s pasty white, as people who dress in black generally are. High cheekbones. Big, wide, WIDE blue eyes. The sort of seventeen year-old boy who makes all the seventeen year-old girls sigh and fall over dead. (Well, that might be an exaggeration, but...)
He likes to spend his days in a derelict old house in Roarhaven (the usual, in other words) honing his skills in a style of adept magic the likes of which have never been seen before (more on that later...). If you were to go into this house, you would find a hallway. Down that hallway, you would find Marco’s room, a place of broken hopes and dreams, a place where the very air is infused with the bitter nectar of despair. Oh, and don’t forget the rainbows. They’re rather important. You see, Marco is an avid collector of all things magical. Not in the jaw-dropping-slightly-macabre-China-Sorrows-way, but in the plushy-cuddle-rainbows-and-unicorns-way. This room is sickly pink, and plastered with posters. (Like I said, “infused with the bitter nectar of despair”.)
Marco himself is a wonderful young lad. The sort who walks old ladies across the street (although, he doesn’t enjoy this. One of the few people in Roarhaven who qualifies happens to be Madam Mist) and will smile and say “How are you today?” to a flame-wielding skeleton detective. There are very few things about him to dislike.
Which brings us, finally, to his power. It’s a sneaky, malicious sort of trick. One that would curdle your blood and make you yell “No! No! Get the mean boy away from me!” You see, Marco’s power is, essentially, nightmares. He can slip into your head while you are sleeping and make most terrible things happen. Marco being a Roarhaven resident, “most terrible things” usually consists of a giant spider. But here’s the clever part: Marco can see into your subconscious. He can find out what makes you tick, then bring all of your worst fears rushing to the surface.
If I were you, I would run now.
Because here’s where it gets worse.
Marco is learning how to do it when you’re awake...
I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work.
Sparky Braginski!
Magic- Sparky (ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![Once again, can't stress that enough]!!!!!!!!!!!!) can make electricity stream out of her fingers, she can make it crackle around her hands so that when she punches someone they get electrocuted, if she claps a powerful shockwave throws everything in every direction off their feet but often hurts Sparky(ME!!!) more than the enemy, can make fireworks to distract the dumber opponents such as zombies, can make electricity run through her(MY) bloodstream making her run faster, when she is aggravated in a large crowd of people she can punch the ground sending a ripple of energy in every direction sending everyone except Sparky herself(ME) flying off their feet, if she splays her hands a weak wave of electricity can jumble brainwaves and send people into confusion she loves doing this in crowded shopping centres during Christmas season for some unknown reason, and the ability to manipulate people.
Appearance- Same 3/4 length jacket as Val's first one, cargo pants, t-shirt colours always red or green or black. Long straight brown hair. Freckles. Freakishly pale skin. Short. Hazel eyes.
Background- Has known about herself being magic at a young age, but unable to find anyone else with magic has trained herself. Was always interested in electricity, thus using that interest to her advantage and very recently (with Fletcher Renn's help) gotten into LOTS of trouble. Entailing, she's been kidnapped four times. Even though she is VERY Australian, she has a Russian/Irish accent with hints of English and Welsh.
Behaviour- Gets angry easily, but takes a lot to make her show it. She is normally good-natured, but can fly into a rage at a moments notice if you aren't paying attention. Often has excellent ideas. (Cause She is me) Never gives in ever. Will always bring something up at the worst times.
Wears a belt, with Makhaira hanging quite obviously from her waist.
I must also comment on the fact that no one here has the same magic as me.
And, in fact, the only other person I've EVER heard of having electricity magic is Lightening Dave.
And he's dead.
Sparky is thirteen, as mentioned in the story. That is all.
Also Sparky (being me, can't remind you of that enough times) has...
Well, y'know FEARS...
Deathly afraid of spiders and *hides head in shame* being *mumbles something*
Everyone else: What?
Being tickled, okay? It renders Sparky (me) completely useless and that scares her(ME) more than anything else in the world. Really.
*runs into near by nursery and takes as many shrubs as possible*
Shop Owner: You can't take those.
Sparky(me!): Oh uh... *looks into shop owners eyes* You are letting me take these so that I can give them to the worlds most honourable cause. Making Derek-The-Golden-Go-Landy love me and use Sparky(ME!) as a character.
S.O: KK.
When wet Sparky (ME) has a tendency to shock herself out of lack of control. When she (ME) is wet she can't touch anything because she shocks it by accident, and turning any electrical appliance on while she(ME) is wet makes all the plugs/power points in the room blow up. Sparky (once again ME. THAT IS ME.) swears only when she does something incredibly stupid. Sparky (MEMEMEMEMEME) always has her hair tied up. It varies as to how, but her hair is ALWAYS tied up. She has uncannily good balance naturally. Another thing is that Sparky (Who is me, as I be she and we be each other) is always twitching or fiddling with something. Speaking of explosions, Sparky (me) makes pebbles explode when she's bored. I also keep forgetting about this crucial part of my appearance. Sparky(me) is ALWAYS wearing a scarf. Always. It changes colours, styles and patterns, but she(ME) is ALWAYS wearing a scarf. She(I) wears one to bed, to meals, to the theatre. She never takes them off.
"I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work."
again. No, I won't give up anyday soon.
Nomographer Witzelsucht
Gender: Female
Age: Nobody knows, everyone forgot a long time ago (including herself).
A law writer for the magic community who makes really bad jokes. When I say really bad jokes, I mean really bad jokes.
Like jokes that make no sense.
Yes, some of those are funny, but hers are AWFUL. FEEBLE. TERRIBLE.
She is a very boring person, who sticks to the rules like molecules to a heat source.
Black hair, up in a bun.
Sensible clothing.
Strict.
Very proud of herself too.
She has a BIG SECRET THOUGH...
you ready for it?
....
She broke a rule yesterday. Now, this would be okay, if it wasn't a small rule, but it was a BIG RULE.
A BIG, IMPORTANT, TO BE FOLLOWED DOWN TO THE LETTER RULE.
And she must find a way to fix it.
(Was that good? Might turn her into a fanfiction soon, ehehehe. She sounds like a fun character to mess around with.)
Alice Rose xx
"I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work."
Name: N.9801 prefers to be called- 'Geneta' (pronounced Gene-eta—and yes, she has NO last name)
Age: 18
Birth Location: Dr. Nye's lab
Power: Shape-changing/morphing (whatever you want to call it) into anything or anyone she has seen
Personality: Geneta loves mocking people and copying them—and because of this frequently ticks others off. She's bubbly and nice, but gets confused very easily.—Making her very susceptible to being tricked. Her temper is much like Dr. Nye's. (She is also Clarabelle's new best friend)Geneta loves saying the word 'Obviously'. She takes a great liking to Valkyrie and Skulduggery scares her. She likes Scapegrace and Thrasher.
Past: She was 'created' in Dr. Nye's lab from dead body parts, and one of only two lab-babies that survived and ADAPTED to Earth's atmosphere, etc, etc. her 'twin' is N. 9802 and does not go by any other name. Dr. Nye is her guardian. And it treats her like a pet or daughter.
Appearance: She is average in height and weight. Has dominating European (Spanish) features.
Interesting fact: She loves spiders.
I, as a strong fan of the awesome Derek Landy, give the Awesome Golden God full rights to take this yet-to-be-awesome character and adapt it with his awesome skill into his brain-explodingly awesome work with PURE AWESOMENESS, so the character may become awesome.
Name: Flaren Skye
Age: Appears 20, but is actually around 50 due to her continuous use of magic
Type of Mage: Adept - Can manipulate rays of light. E.g. Alter the direction of rays, strengthen/weaken the brightness, etc.
Skills: Skilled in long-range combat with her bow and arrows. Is intelligent but often doesn't think her actions through.
Appearance: She is shorter than most others of her age, but she shouldn't be judged on her height. Her hair is blonde and ends just past her shoulders and her eyes are a light gray-blue colour, sometimes misktaken for white. She wears long boots, skirts and sleeveless shirts. Her jackets are specially tailored with numerous pockets and pouches, which are often found tied around her waist.
Personality: She is a person with a strong and sharp demeanor who hides her more caring side. She first seems rough but can soften up towards those she cares about. Always sarcastic in her comments and answers, she can be frightenly annoying.
Thats my entry. Thanks for reading! :)
"I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work."
Name: N.9801 prefers to be called- 'Geneta' (pronounced Gene-eta—and yes, she has NO last name)
Age: 18
Birth Location: Dr. Nye's lab
Power: Shape-changing/morphing (whatever you want to call it) into anything or anyone she has seen
Personality: Geneta loves mocking people and copying them—and because of this frequently ticks others off. She's bubbly and nice, but gets confused very easily.—Making her very susceptible to being tricked. Her temper is much like Dr. Nye's. (She is also Clarabelle's new best friend)Geneta loves saying the word 'Obviously'. She takes a great liking to Valkyrie and Skulduggery scares her. She likes Scapegrace and Thrasher.
Past: She was 'created' in Dr. Nye's lab from dead body parts, and one of only two lab-babies that survived and ADAPTED to Earth's atmosphere, etc, etc. her 'twin' is N. 9802 and does not go by any other name. Dr. Nye is her guardian. And it treats her like a pet or daughter.
Appearance: She is average in height and weight. Has dominating European (Spanish) features.
Interesting fact: She loves spiders.
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I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work.
Sparky Braginski!
Magic- Sparky (ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![Once again, can't stress that enough]!!!!!!!!!!!!) can make electricity stream out of her fingers, she can make it crackle around her hands so that when she punches someone they get electrocuted, if she claps a powerful shockwave throws everything in every direction off their feet but often hurts Sparky(ME!!!) more than the enemy, can make fireworks to distract the dumber opponents such as zombies, can make electricity run through her(MY) bloodstream making her run faster, when she is aggravated in a large crowd of people she can punch the ground sending a ripple of energy in every direction sending everyone except Sparky herself(ME) flying off their feet, if she splays her hands a weak wave of electricity can jumble brainwaves and send people into confusion she loves doing this in crowded shopping centres during Christmas season for some unknown reason, and the ability to manipulate people.
Appearance- Same 3/4 length jacket as Val's first one, cargo pants, t-shirt colours always red or green or black. Long straight brown hair. Freckles. Freakishly pale skin. Short. Hazel eyes.
Background- Has known about herself being magic at a young age, but unable to find anyone else with magic has trained herself. Was always interested in electricity, thus using that interest to her advantage and very recently (with Fletcher Renn's help) gotten into LOTS of trouble. Entailing, she's been kidnapped four times. Even though she is VERY Australian, she has a Russian/Irish accent with hints of English and Welsh.
Behaviour- Gets angry easily, but takes a lot to make her show it. She is normally good-natured, but can fly into a rage at a moments notice if you aren't paying attention. Often has excellent ideas. (Cause She is me) Never gives in ever. Will always bring something up at the worst times.
Wears a belt, with Makhaira hanging quite obviously from her waist.
I must also comment on the fact that no one here has the same magic as me.
And, in fact, the only other person I've EVER heard of having electricity magic is Lightening Dave.
And he's dead.
Sparky is thirteen, as mentioned in the story. That is all.
Also Sparky (being me, can't remind you of that enough times) has...
Well, y'know FEARS...
Deathly afraid of spiders and *hides head in shame* being *mumbles something*
Everyone else: What?
Being tickled, okay? It renders Sparky (me) completely useless and that scares her(ME) more than anything else in the world. Really.
*runs into near by nursery and takes as many shrubs as possible*
Shop Owner: You can't take those.
Sparky(me!): Oh uh... *looks into shop owners eyes* You are letting me take these so that I can give them to the worlds most honourable cause. Making Derek-The-Golden-Go-Landy love me and use Sparky(ME!) as a character.
S.O: KK.
When wet Sparky (ME) has a tendency to shock herself out of lack of control. When she (ME) is wet she can't touch anything because she shocks it by accident, and turning any electrical appliance on while she(ME) is wet makes all the plugs/power points in the room blow up. Sparky (once again ME. THAT IS ME.) swears only when she does something incredibly stupid. Sparky (MEMEMEMEMEME) always has her hair tied up. It varies as to how, but her hair is ALWAYS tied up. She has uncannily good balance naturally. Another thing is that Sparky (Who is me, as I be she and we be each other) is always twitching or fiddling with something. Speaking of explosions, Sparky (me) makes pebbles explode when she's bored. I also keep forgetting about this crucial part of my appearance. Sparky(me) is ALWAYS wearing a scarf. Always. It changes colours, styles and patterns, but she(ME) is ALWAYS wearing a scarf. She(I) wears one to bed, to meals, to the theatre. She never takes them off.
I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work.
Sparky Braginski!
Magic- Sparky (ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![Once again, can't stress that enough]!!!!!!!!!!!!) can make electricity stream out of her fingers, she can make it crackle around her hands so that when she punches someone they get electrocuted, if she claps a powerful shockwave throws everything in every direction off their feet but often hurts Sparky(ME!!!) more than the enemy, can make fireworks to distract the dumber opponents such as zombies, can make electricity run through her(MY) bloodstream making her run faster, when she is aggravated in a large crowd of people she can punch the ground sending a ripple of energy in every direction sending everyone except Sparky herself(ME) flying off their feet, if she splays her hands a weak wave of electricity can jumble brainwaves and send people into confusion she loves doing this in crowded shopping centres during Christmas season for some unknown reason, and the ability to manipulate people.
Appearance- Same 3/4 length jacket as Val's first one, cargo pants, t-shirt colours always red or green or black. Long straight brown hair. Freckles. Freakishly pale skin. Short. Hazel eyes.
Background- Has known about herself being magic at a young age, but unable to find anyone else with magic has trained herself. Was always interested in electricity, thus using that interest to her advantage and very recently (with Fletcher Renn's help) gotten into LOTS of trouble. Entailing, she's been kidnapped four times. Even though she is VERY Australian, she has a Russian/Irish accent with hints of English and Welsh.
Behaviour- Gets angry easily, but takes a lot to make her show it. She is normally good-natured, but can fly into a rage at a moments notice if you aren't paying attention. Often has excellent ideas. (Cause She is me) Never gives in ever. Will always bring something up at the worst times.
Wears a belt, with Makhaira hanging quite obviously from her waist.
I must also comment on the fact that no one here has the same magic as me.
And, in fact, the only other person I've EVER heard of having electricity magic is Lightening Dave.
And he's dead.
Sparky is thirteen, as mentioned in the story. That is all.
Also Sparky (being me, can't remind you of that enough times) has...
Well, y'know FEARS...
Deathly afraid of spiders and *hides head in shame* being *mumbles something*
Everyone else: What?
Being tickled, okay? It renders Sparky (me) completely useless and that scares her(ME) more than anything else in the world. Really.
*runs into near by nursery and takes as many shrubs as possible*
Shop Owner: You can't take those.
Sparky(me!): Oh uh... *looks into shop owners eyes* You are letting me take these so that I can give them to the worlds most honourable cause. Making Derek-The-Golden-Go-Landy love me and use Sparky(ME!) as a character.
S.O: KK.
When wet Sparky (ME) has a tendency to shock herself out of lack of control. When she (ME) is wet she can't touch anything because she shocks it by accident, and turning any electrical appliance on while she(ME) is wet makes all the plugs/power points in the room blow up. Sparky (once again ME. THAT IS ME.) swears only when she does something incredibly stupid. Sparky (MEMEMEMEMEME) always has her hair tied up. It varies as to how, but her hair is ALWAYS tied up. She has uncannily good balance naturally. Another thing is that Sparky (Who is me, as I be she and we be each other) is always twitching or fiddling with something. Speaking of explosions, Sparky (me) makes pebbles explode when she's bored. I also keep forgetting about this crucial part of my appearance. Sparky(me) is ALWAYS wearing a scarf. Always. It changes colours, styles and patterns, but she(ME) is ALWAYS wearing a scarf. She(I) wears one to bed, to meals, to the theatre. She never takes them off.
I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work.
Sparky Braginski!
Magic- Sparky (ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![Once again, can't stress that enough]!!!!!!!!!!!!) can make electricity stream out of her fingers, she can make it crackle around her hands so that when she punches someone they get electrocuted, if she claps a powerful shockwave throws everything in every direction off their feet but often hurts Sparky(ME!!!) more than the enemy, can make fireworks to distract the dumber opponents such as zombies, can make electricity run through her(MY) bloodstream making her run faster, when she is aggravated in a large crowd of people she can punch the ground sending a ripple of energy in every direction sending everyone except Sparky herself(ME) flying off their feet, if she splays her hands a weak wave of electricity can jumble brainwaves and send people into confusion she loves doing this in crowded shopping centres during Christmas season for some unknown reason, and the ability to manipulate people.
Appearance- Same 3/4 length jacket as Val's first one, cargo pants, t-shirt colours always red or green or black. Long straight brown hair. Freckles. Freakishly pale skin. Short. Hazel eyes.
Background- Has known about herself being magic at a young age, but unable to find anyone else with magic has trained herself. Was always interested in electricity, thus using that interest to her advantage and very recently (with Fletcher Renn's help) gotten into LOTS of trouble. Entailing, she's been kidnapped four times. Even though she is VERY Australian, she has a Russian/Irish accent with hints of English and Welsh.
Behaviour- Gets angry easily, but takes a lot to make her show it. She is normally good-natured, but can fly into a rage at a moments notice if you aren't paying attention. Often has excellent ideas. (Cause She is me) Never gives in ever. Will always bring something up at the worst times.
Wears a belt, with Makhaira hanging quite obviously from her waist.
I must also comment on the fact that no one here has the same magic as me.
And, in fact, the only other person I've EVER heard of having electricity magic is Lightening Dave.
And he's dead.
Sparky is thirteen, as mentioned in the story. That is all.
Also Sparky (being me, can't remind you of that enough times) has...
Well, y'know FEARS...
Deathly afraid of spiders and *hides head in shame* being *mumbles something*
Everyone else: What?
Being tickled, okay? It renders Sparky (me) completely useless and that scares her(ME) more than anything else in the world. Really.
*runs into near by nursery and takes as many shrubs as possible*
Shop Owner: You can't take those.
Sparky(me!): Oh uh... *looks into shop owners eyes* You are letting me take these so that I can give them to the worlds most honourable cause. Making Derek-The-Golden-Go-Landy love me and use Sparky(ME!) as a character.
S.O: KK.
When wet Sparky (ME) has a tendency to shock herself out of lack of control. When she (ME) is wet she can't touch anything because she shocks it by accident, and turning any electrical appliance on while she(ME) is wet makes all the plugs/power points in the room blow up. Sparky (once again ME. THAT IS ME.) swears only when she does something incredibly stupid. Sparky (MEMEMEMEMEME) always has her hair tied up. It varies as to how, but her hair is ALWAYS tied up. She has uncannily good balance naturally. Another thing is that Sparky (Who is me, as I be she and we be each other) is always twitching or fiddling with something. Speaking of explosions, Sparky (me) makes pebbles explode when she's bored. I also keep forgetting about this crucial part of my appearance. Sparky(me) is ALWAYS wearing a scarf. Always. It changes colours, styles and patterns, but she(ME) is ALWAYS wearing a scarf. She(I) wears one to bed, to meals, to the theatre. She never takes them off.
"I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work."
Seventh entry I think? o3o
Jocose 'Jo' Jectigation
A quirky, happy full of life girl who cannot sit still.
For 30 seconds.
I timed.
Call her 'Jo', and she'll be happy.
Well, she's ALWAYS HAPPY.
Hahaha!
Pixie cut blonde hair,
and her powers are elemental, with a focus on water. She loves the water, and causes mischief with it.
(Oh, and for Nomographer, she's an elemental c:)
Alice Rose x
Ohh wow. So many great characters.
Ahem.
I hereby give my uhh...Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work.
I'M FROM AUSTRALIA!
Starshine Diamond
- Brown eyes.
- Long, straight, luscious pink hair.
- She considers herself as a hippy.
- Able to manipulate the growth of plants (SHE CAN TOTALLY BRING YOU A SHRUBBERY IF SHE WANTED. OR GROW YOU ONE, FOR THAT MATTER) and anything plant-related.
- Considers herself -one- with nature.
- Very protective of her gardens.
"I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work."
Ahh, everyone's spaming. Lul.
Given name: Cachinnation Liddelle
Taken Name: Alice Rose
Age: 89 (or unknown)
Powers: Owns a weapon that can change into any shape she likes. (Adept) She is helpless with out it.
Personality: Happy when not fighting being bi-polar. LOVES wearing black and red and her boots! She has few friends, including Clarabelle.
Appearance: Brown hair, which is shoulder length
and bouncy. 160cm tall. Pale with blue eyes.
History: Woke up one day with ammesia in a hospital with bad injuries, and lives in a government-paid apartment. The only clue to her past is the weapon she was left and her name/s. Stumbled upon magic one day while searching for her past.
Strength: -Can turn weapon into wings.
-Can dodge well (usually)
Weakness: -Can't run too fast.
-If she uses the wing power for too long, she becomes dizzy.
-Implusive.
-On the rink of being bi-polar.
Side: Good-ish.
Other: Loves sweet things. Addicted to pocky, and loves to read. Love music, and performs at a club when not in a bad mood.
THAAANKS~ Sorry about the lame profile about Alice Rose before!
Alice Rose x
I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work.
Sparky Braginski!
Magic- Sparky (ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![Once again, can't stress that enough]!!!!!!!!!!!!) can make electricity stream out of her fingers, she can make it crackle around her hands so that when she punches someone they get electrocuted, if she claps a powerful shockwave throws everything in every direction off their feet but often hurts Sparky(ME!!!) more than the enemy, can make fireworks to distract the dumber opponents such as zombies, can make electricity run through her(MY) bloodstream making her run faster, when she is aggravated in a large crowd of people she can punch the ground sending a ripple of energy in every direction sending everyone except Sparky herself(ME) flying off their feet, if she splays her hands a weak wave of electricity can jumble brainwaves and send people into confusion she loves doing this in crowded shopping centres during Christmas season for some unknown reason, and the ability to manipulate people.
Appearance- Same 3/4 length jacket as Val's first one, cargo pants, t-shirt colours always red or green or black. Long straight brown hair. Freckles. Freakishly pale skin. Short. Hazel eyes.
Background- Has known about herself being magic at a young age, but unable to find anyone else with magic has trained herself. Was always interested in electricity, thus using that interest to her advantage and very recently (with Fletcher Renn's help) gotten into LOTS of trouble. Entailing, she's been kidnapped four times. Even though she is VERY Australian, she has a Russian/Irish accent with hints of English and Welsh.
Behaviour- Gets angry easily, but takes a lot to make her show it. She is normally good-natured, but can fly into a rage at a moments notice if you aren't paying attention. Often has excellent ideas. (Cause She is me) Never gives in ever. Will always bring something up at the worst times.
Wears a belt, with Makhaira hanging quite obviously from her waist.
I must also comment on the fact that no one here has the same magic as me.
And, in fact, the only other person I've EVER heard of having electricity magic is Lightening Dave.
And he's dead.
Sparky is thirteen, as mentioned in the story. That is all.
Also Sparky (being me, can't remind you of that enough times) has...
Well, y'know FEARS...
Deathly afraid of spiders and *hides head in shame* being *mumbles something*
Everyone else: What?
Being tickled, okay? It renders Sparky (me) completely useless and that scares her(ME) more than anything else in the world. Really.
*runs into near by nursery and takes as many shrubs as possible*
Shop Owner: You can't take those.
Sparky(me!): Oh uh... *looks into shop owners eyes* You are letting me take these so that I can give them to the worlds most honourable cause. Making Derek-The-Golden-Go-Landy love me and use Sparky(ME!) as a character.
S.O: KK.
When wet Sparky (ME) has a tendency to shock herself out of lack of control. When she (ME) is wet she can't touch anything because she shocks it by accident, and turning any electrical appliance on while she(ME) is wet makes all the plugs/power points in the room blow up. Sparky (once again ME. THAT IS ME.) swears only when she does something incredibly stupid. Sparky (MEMEMEMEMEME) always has her hair tied up. It varies as to how, but her hair is ALWAYS tied up. She has uncannily good balance naturally. Another thing is that Sparky (Who is me, as I be she and we be each other) is always twitching or fiddling with something. Speaking of explosions, Sparky (me) makes pebbles explode when she's bored. I also keep forgetting about this crucial part of my appearance. Sparky(me) is ALWAYS wearing a scarf. Always. It changes colours, styles and patterns, but she(ME) is ALWAYS wearing a scarf. She(I) wears one to bed, to meals, to the theatre. She never takes them off.
I, Lauren Fox: the amazing Aussie writer and Silver Goddess, hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work.
*Gives the shrubbery by a supper long arm like Mr Fantastic* (You got the idea about the shrubbery from Monty Python, right?)
Please ignore my username. I actually hate it; I only used it to comment to my other favourite book series' artist at his blog. I have entered a create-a-character contest before, I was a runner-up with your first one with Augusta Nite and I realised long ago why I didn't win...she was half ghost (what was I thinking?) The Skulduggery novels are one of my favourite series and one of my biggest inspirations for my second novel series I'm writing. Normally I don't create characters based on myself, but you did with Skulduggery about you and I thought: meh...one time couldn't hurt. I'm not really the same appearence age, but she is fictional and most contestants made their characters teenagers. Valkyrie can be the only awesome SP series teen. And my character isn't a Mary-sue. I better get to the point before this entry bores the hell out of you.
Taken name: Unique Lynx ('Unique' because she's odd, and it sounds like Monique or Dominique. And 'Lynx' because the mythological lynx is a stealthy ghost animal and is a keeper of secrets who knows all, she sees herself as a sneaky walking-encyclopaedia.)
Age: Just turned 100, but appears between the ages of 19 and 21. Unique is actually excited she reached the typical sorcerer three digit age.
I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work.
Sparky Braginski!
Magic- Sparky (ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![Once again, can't stress that enough]!!!!!!!!!!!!) can make electricity stream out of her fingers, she can make it crackle around her hands so that when she punches someone they get electrocuted, if she claps a powerful shockwave throws everything in every direction off their feet but often hurts Sparky(ME!!!) more than the enemy, can make fireworks to distract the dumber opponents such as zombies, can make electricity run through her(MY) bloodstream making her run faster, when she is aggravated in a large crowd of people she can punch the ground sending a ripple of energy in every direction sending everyone except Sparky herself(ME) flying off their feet, if she splays her hands a weak wave of electricity can jumble brainwaves and send people into confusion she loves doing this in crowded shopping centres during Christmas season for some unknown reason, and the ability to manipulate people.
Appearance- Same 3/4 length jacket as Val's first one, cargo pants, t-shirt colours always red or green or black. Long straight brown hair. Freckles. Freakishly pale skin. Short. Hazel eyes.
Background- Has known about herself being magic at a young age, but unable to find anyone else with magic has trained herself. Was always interested in electricity, thus using that interest to her advantage and very recently (with Fletcher Renn's help) gotten into LOTS of trouble. Entailing, she's been kidnapped four times. Even though she is VERY Australian, she has a Russian/Irish accent with hints of English and Welsh.
Behaviour- Gets angry easily, but takes a lot to make her show it. She is normally good-natured, but can fly into a rage at a moments notice if you aren't paying attention. Often has excellent ideas. (Cause She is me) Never gives in ever. Will always bring something up at the worst times.
Wears a belt, with Makhaira hanging quite obviously from her waist.
I must also comment on the fact that no one here has the same magic as me.
And, in fact, the only other person I've EVER heard of having electricity magic is Lightening Dave.
And he's dead.
Sparky is thirteen, as mentioned in the story. That is all.
Also Sparky (being me, can't remind you of that enough times) has...
Well, y'know FEARS...
Deathly afraid of spiders and *hides head in shame* being *mumbles something*
Everyone else: What?
Being tickled, okay? It renders Sparky (me) completely useless and that scares her(ME) more than anything else in the world. Really.
*runs into near by nursery and takes as many shrubs as possible*
Shop Owner: You can't take those.
Sparky(me!): Oh uh... *looks into shop owners eyes* You are letting me take these so that I can give them to the worlds most honourable cause. Making Derek-The-Golden-Go-Landy love me and use Sparky(ME!) as a character.
S.O: KK.
When wet Sparky (ME) has a tendency to shock herself out of lack of control. When she (ME) is wet she can't touch anything because she shocks it by accident, and turning any electrical appliance on while she(ME) is wet makes all the plugs/power points in the room blow up. Sparky (once again ME. THAT IS ME.) swears only when she does something incredibly stupid. Sparky (MEMEMEMEMEME) always has her hair tied up. It varies as to how, but her hair is ALWAYS tied up. She has uncannily good balance naturally. Another thing is that Sparky (Who is me, as I be she and we be each other) is always twitching or fiddling with something. Speaking of explosions, Sparky (me) makes pebbles explode when she's bored. I also keep forgetting about this crucial part of my appearance. Sparky(me) is ALWAYS wearing a scarf. Always. It changes colours, styles and patterns, but she(ME) is ALWAYS wearing a scarf. She(I) wears one to bed, to meals, to the theatre. She never takes them off.
Part 2 of Unique Lynx
Personality: Ever since Unique was a little gothic tomboy in Adelaide, South Australia, she has been keenly interested in the horrific and paranormal. So once she found out she was really a sorcereress, she jumped right into the concealed world of magic. She's not exactly into sports like most tomboys, but still hates anything girly and acts more like a down-to-earth guy interested in anything weird like how she prefers petting a large hairy spider than a bunny. She's pretty much a bookworm with both fictional and factual books: mainly with anything of mystery, action, fantasy, horror, and comedy...she would even have a pile of eight books and just read one chapter of each book at a time. Thanks to the general knowledge books Unique reads for fun, she would typically have useful or just random strange facts popping out of her mouth. Unique is very creative, too, so she's sometimes seen drawing monsters, daydreaming, or typing up novels based on her own adventures (secretly wanting to become the next Gordon Edgley). She has an intelligent and mature mind, but a quirky, cynical, childish and easy-going innocence, personality and heart of a early stage individualistic teenager or late preteen, with a witty, blunt, and sarcastic sense of humour. Unique is actually enthusiastic and knowledgeable about comic books and movies/TV shows like Hellboy or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. She listens to punk music, not social with any one unless she's being spoken to, bit of a loner. Despite her skills and stealth,she's clumsy at the worst moments. Unique is now working as a detective for the Australian Sanctuary because of her complex and deductive mind, but staying in Ireland. To other people, Unique is considered as either an eccentric genius or a crazy oddball.
Magic: Unique is an adept practising a peculiar magic disipline over sound. She can absorb travelling sound waves and produce them as shockwaves to amplify her attacks with or without a weapon. For example: if she kicks someone, a sound shockwave would push the opponent much, much further than a normal kick.
And she could use her surrounding travelling sound waves in the air to lift objects touched by the travelling waves...not exactly controlling the objects, but moving the waves (vibrations?, like how Elementals use the air to move objects. So her magic is strongest in a loud place like a busy city, but utterly useless in a silent place since she needs as much sound waves as possible for her attacks. Unique can even block her own sound vibrations to have her steps remain silent while being stealthy.
Skills: As well as her stealth, magic, knowledge, and sharp detective mind, she's also a skilled fighter in kick boxing, ninjutsu, sambo, and muay thai. But her most used skill is dual sword fighting with her two modernized khopesh swords.
I know, I'm awesome. I hope I win this time :)
I've almost finished my fanfic YAY!
I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work.
Sparky Braginski!
Magic- Sparky (ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![Once again, can't stress that enough]!!!!!!!!!!!!) can make electricity stream out of her fingers, she can make it crackle around her hands so that when she punches someone they get electrocuted, if she claps a powerful shockwave throws everything in every direction off their feet but often hurts Sparky(ME!!!) more than the enemy, can make fireworks to distract the dumber opponents such as zombies, can make electricity run through her(MY) bloodstream making her run faster, when she is aggravated in a large crowd of people she can punch the ground sending a ripple of energy in every direction sending everyone except Sparky herself(ME) flying off their feet, if she splays her hands a weak wave of electricity can jumble brainwaves and send people into confusion she loves doing this in crowded shopping centres during Christmas season for some unknown reason, and the ability to manipulate people.
Appearance- Same 3/4 length jacket as Val's first one, cargo pants, t-shirt colours always red or green or black. Long straight brown hair. Freckles. Freakishly pale skin. Short. Hazel eyes.
Background- Has known about herself being magic at a young age, but unable to find anyone else with magic has trained herself. Was always interested in electricity, thus using that interest to her advantage and very recently (with Fletcher Renn's help) gotten into LOTS of trouble. Entailing, she's been kidnapped four times. Even though she is VERY Australian, she has a Russian/Irish accent with hints of English and Welsh.
Behaviour- Gets angry easily, but takes a lot to make her show it. She is normally good-natured, but can fly into a rage at a moments notice if you aren't paying attention. Often has excellent ideas. (Cause She is me) Never gives in ever. Will always bring something up at the worst times.
Wears a belt, with Makhaira hanging quite obviously from her waist.
Sparky is thirteen, as mentioned in the story. That is all.
Also Sparky (being me, can't remind you of that enough times) has...
Well, y'know FEARS...
Deathly afraid of spiders and *hides head in shame* being *mumbles something*
Everyone else: What?
Being tickled, okay? It renders Sparky (me) completely useless and that scares her(ME) more than anything else in the world. Really.
*runs into near by nursery and takes as many shrubs as possible*
Shop Owner: You can't take those.
Sparky(me!): Oh uh... *looks into shop owners eyes* You are letting me take these so that I can give them to the worlds most honourable cause. Making Derek-The-Golden-Go-Landy love me and use Sparky(ME!) as a character.
S.O: KK.
When wet Sparky (ME) has a tendency to shock herself out of lack of control. When she (ME) is wet she can't touch anything because she shocks it by accident, and turning any electrical appliance on while she(ME) is wet makes all the plugs/power points in the room blow up. Sparky (once again ME. THAT IS ME.) swears only when she does something incredibly stupid. Sparky (MEMEMEMEMEME) always has her hair tied up. It varies as to how, but her hair is ALWAYS tied up. She has uncannily good balance naturally. Another thing is that Sparky (Who is me, as I be she and we be each other) is always twitching or fiddling with something. Speaking of explosions, Sparky (me) makes pebbles explode when she's bored. I also keep forgetting about this crucial part of my appearance. Sparky(me) is ALWAYS wearing a scarf. Always. It changes colours, styles and patterns, but she(ME) is ALWAYS wearing a scarf. She(I) wears one to bed, to meals, to the theatre. She never takes them off.
anyone here?
I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character
and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work.
Ted Bridges
Short blond man with a Hunchback. He is odessed with his pink teddy bear. Mrs. Upper-Muffin. Wants to kill tom girls because of how they treat teddy bears. He has a split personalty. On one side he is a kind and caring man but when he finds that you abused teddy bears. He is a crazy, creative, downright bad man.
So my story is cool............
I have no clue how to do this! Oh and ima win Be An Author at school I no it.................well I should Bobinachi deserves some appreciation and Sinxx she died so give her more appreciation ...........wait how do I do this?
I love ur story sparky! Mine is odd she lights herself on fire strange talent but she freaks me out oh and I can't stop talking.................
Is it working my thing is it the other thing I put up didn't show
Yay it did oh I'm a loner...........
I, Lilian Thai, hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work. I'm choosing again to show instead of tell - fingers crossed that still makes a valid entry.
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Yes, she'd been happy when she chose her name. Aristeia De. The surname was a necessary attachment, something simple to fill the forms with. The first represented all that she lived for.
She'd suddenly let go of her Latin poetry book, and as she was sitting on the ceiling, it tumbled to the floor like a dying paper bird. She merely clapped her hands, giddy.
She trotted around the light and walked halfway down the wall, taking the biscuit tin from her coffee table. An appropriate choice, and suitably intelligent, she thought, popping the buttery circle into her mouth. She crawled back up, until the black stalactite of her hair brushed the coffee table with its feathery tip again.
"Aristeia: a hero's finest moment; a heroine's grief; the slaughter of all those in the hero's way."
After her recitation she smiled with sharp, blackened teeth, saliva pooling at the corners of her upside-down Cheshire cat grin. She didn't mean for it to look so malicious - it was just that she was chewing on a dry bag of tea before she had the biscuit.
Oh, damn it! I forgot about Unique Lynx's appearence!
Well, here it is. Part 3 of my entry.
Appearance: Has dark brown wavy hair that goes a few centimetres below her chin; has wavy bangs and blood red dyed streaks. Scrawny and a little petite. Close-set hazel eyes. Straight edged nose. Moonlight pale skin (I'm serious, my skin is that pale). Small hands. Faint freckles over her nose bridge. Typically wears red converse boots, black flare jeans with rips, a crimson decay T-shirt (look up 'decay T-shirt on google images, it's like the first image), a dual sword back scabbard for her khopesh swords. And a black tailcoat with a high collar made by Ghastly Bespoke for protection.
I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work.
Charmaine Chorus
Adept
Charmaine Chorus has a rather unhealthy power. For both her and her oppoents. She has the ability to fill a room with the most deafening sound you've ever heard. Literally deafening. The unfortunate side-effect to that is, well, making a sound like that isn't too good for your throat, obviously, so the first thing you'd hear when you get your hearing back would most probably be Charmaine's coughing and wheezing. Luckily for Charmaine, her ears don't suffer along with her poor throat, because to her, it sounds like beautiful music, thus the name she took.
The creator of this character was Eve, the Australiminion with the funny accent.
I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work."
im an aussie
ame'lie espirt ( taken name )
given name unknown
true name haha like i would tell you but known to me
lives in ireland born in Australia
is an adept read minds/telekinesis
17
5ft 7
can speak french
kinda violent
build: muscular tan thin
knows man defensive style of martial arts
black hair (braided) ripped black denim shorts with a red singlet
can be caring loves animals and finds it annoying when people say she has an accent
in her spare time she like to read and has two cats ( dagger and squeaks)
i think thats it i hope you pick me i never win anything though so you probably wont.
are you still here
Oh my goshness I'm 5ft 7 too! I can't speak french though... :(
I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work.
Claudia Storm
Adept
Claudia Storm is a sorcerer-in-training. She is working to manipulate the weather around her but so far can only create fog, which still comes in useful as it blurrs others' vision.
The creator of this character was Eve, the Australiminion with the funny accent.
TIME TO POST MY STORY!!!
Sparky Braginski looked up. She was hanging from the ceiling by magic- binding cuffs and it was a long way down. She saw her captor walk into the Sydney Opera House Concert Hall. She was unfortunately hanging in the middle of the ceiling, so that if she did manage to escape the cuffs, she would land on some very unfriendly concrete. She was up so high she couldn’t see her captors face, but she could hear him.
‘How are you up there Sparky?’
‘You took my sword.’
‘So I did. I am not going to give it back, and as you are not in a position to negotiate with your words or your fists, I recommend you answer the question. So how are you?’ Sparky gritted her teeth, knowing that the man was right.
‘If you must know, my wrists hurt I’m losing circulation in my hands and feet, and I’m wondering how Fletcher Renn managed to talk me into going to that party.’ She answered, irritably. She looked down at the man, trying to see his face but she was to high up.
‘Party? I read your files and you hate parties.’
‘I do hate parties, loud music, too many people and obnoxious people at that.’ Sparky blew at some hair that kept falling on her face.
‘Look, I get the whole, “kidnap me” routine, but why have you chained me here?’ She asked.
‘Simple,’ He replied, ‘the last time someone kidnapped you, you saw their face. This time, no one’s here.’ He sneered. Sparky hated it when people sneered at her. It meant they thought they were better than her, and in this case, smarter than her. But she wasn’t going to let that title slip away without a fight. She watched the man leave the room. Why did she go to that damned party? If she ever managed to escape she was going to, to, well she would do something to Fletcher. As she hung there, Sparky looked around the room again and saw the organ. If she could just get near it. She looked up at how the cuffs were attached to the ceiling, and saw that, if she could rock her body, the cuffs would slide her towards the organ, much like a flying fox at a playground. Sparky swung towards the organ with all her might. Unfortunately it was more oiled than she expected, and Sparky speed towards the organ. She hit it and bounced off. Wincing in pain she swung at it again. This time she managed to grip the top of one of the pipes with her foot. As she steady herself she grinned, almost two hours, she’d been hanging up there, waiting for someone to come in to check if she was still there. Now that they thought that they knew where Sparky was she could make her escape. In those two hours of waiting, it hadn’t taken her long to realise that the shackles were way to big for her, and that with little effort she could slip her hands out. She dropped carefully onto the organ and shimmed down far to slowly for her liking. As she dropped to the floor she felt magic returning, and it was a welcome feeling. She tested her magic, yes; electricity could still stream from her fingers. She crouched and decided that before she left she needed to make sure that no one was guarding the doors.
She sat down thinking that maybe those piano lessons had done something for her in later life and slammed her hands on every key of the organ within reach. She heard a shout from behind the main doors and darted into the nearest room.
She then crept out into the foyer and was about to leave when she remembered her sword.
‘Damn it all.’ She mumbled. She turned, looked up and nearly walked into a man that was guarding a door. She braced herself for when he saw her and sounded an alarm. But he wasn’t moving. Gazing at the back of his head she backed away and was about to walk away when he turned and saw her. A year ago he would’ve yelled and she would’ve jumped. But not now. She looked straight into his eyes and said
‘You cannot see me. I am not here. Turn around.’ The man strained and turned. Sparky walked towards the main exit looking for any rooms that her sword might be in. Sparky sighed knowing she wouldn’t be able to leave her sword behind and walked back into the foyer. As she was walking she heard something whimpering, she followed where it was coming from. It was coming from one of the bars and as she peered over the edge and a man was sitting there with his eyes glued shut, practically wetting himself with fear.
‘Please don’t kill me.’ He sobbed. Sparky sighed. Why did everyone think she was going to kill them? She was a thirteen-year-old girl for god’s sake. She hit people, she had disabled one person and broken a couple bones, but she didn’t kill anyone. She vaulted over the bar and landed in front of the man.
‘I’m not going to kill you.’ She said trying to make her voice soothing. The man opened his eyes and they widened in shock. His mouth opened wide to yell but Sparky clapped her hand over his mouth. When his facial expression was a little calmer Sparky put a finger to her lips.
‘Are you okay?’ He nodded. ‘Are you sure?’ He nodded. ‘If I take my hand off you face are you going to call for help?’ He shook his head madly. She looked dead into his eyes. ‘Are you lying to me?’ The man tore her hand away from his mouth and frantically whispered, ‘Why would I lie? I just as confused as you are!’ He clamped his own hands over his mouth and shut up.
‘Okay one, that was astoundingly stupid and two, I know exactly what’s going on.’ She snapped. ‘Who are you anyway?’ She asked.
‘Who am I? I own this establishment. And I a-‘ Sparky shushed him. He looked offended but he stayed quiet.
‘Look, there isn’t much time. I have three questions. Do you know why these men took me here?’ He shook his head. ‘Do you know who they are?’ He shook his head again. ‘Last question, Do you know where they are in here?’ At this he nodded.
‘I know where they are, yes, but I’m not going back there.’ He shivered at the thought. Sparky felt bad about what she was about to do, but she didn’t have a choice. She looked deep into the man’s eyes. She saw fear. She was about to change that.
‘Sir, you need to get up. Now.’ He stood up, this poor mortal didn’t stand a chance. ‘You are going to lead me to where they are.’ He only faltered for a split second and then started walking. She followed him into a secret room. He turned around snapping out of the trance.
‘How did we get here?’ He asked. Sparky was about to answer when he bolted. She shrugged turned and entered he room. It was empty, but her sword and her phone were lying on the table. She picked up the sword first and inspected it. Her sword was a Makhaira, too long to be a knife and too short to be a sword. Good for all kinds of things. Stabbing, slicing and lopping.
Sparky herself hardly ever used the thing, but she loved it, kept it close and she knew how to use it. The one time she had used the sword it was against a fully-grown man who had been using his sword for almost 150 years. She had been using her sword for two years. She beat him. When people marveled at her for her fancy footwork with her Makhaira she merely shrugged, not wanting to be a show-off. She picked up her phone and saw that Fletcher had called her fifteen times. She called him and told him where she was. Suddenly a hand gripped her shoulder. She whirled thinking that it was one of the thugs but when she turned there was no one there. That cocky voice came from behind her.
‘Why so jumpy? You called me, I came. That’s normally how it works. That’s how it worked with Val anyway.’ She looked at him, fuming.
‘Just take me somewhere else so I can yell at you without getting attacked.’ Fletcher complied taking her too a park near her old school that was completely empty. Then she exploded.
‘Fletcher Renn you are in somuch trouble right now.’ She yelled. ‘I have been so tolerant of you. Listening to your incredibly interesting stories almost made it worth it. Until today, that is. Someone kidnapped me. Kidnapped, Fletcher, they kidnapped me. Th-‘
Fletcher cut across her. ‘You’ve been kidnapped twice before, and you never freaked out this much.’ She slapped him, hard.
‘Be thankful I didn’t shock you as well porcupine. The last two times, I escaped easily because my captors were morons. This time I was hanging from the freaking ceiling of the Concert Hall! In magic-binding cuffs! If the person who had cuffed me was more observant I would still be there!’ She cried. Fletcher smiled, not taken Sparky seriously.
‘She’ll came down in a sec.’ He thought. Sparky saw him smiling. She opened her mouth to scream in frustration, closed her mouth without making a sound, looked at Fletcher long and hard and ran away. Fletcher watched blur away, marveling how fast she could run with a little, magic running through her blood-streams. He saw stop behind a tree, lean against it and curl into a ball, rocking back and forth lightly. He decided it would be safer to his health if he walked up, giving Sparky a couple minutes to calm down. As he walked up he noted the complete silence. Sparky sat there, wondering why no one could tell when she was being sincere. Was it because she was young? No, it couldn’t be, her school friends didn’t take her seriously. Because she was short? Possibly… Fletcher was almost with Sparky. He could see her brown hair, and pale skin. He grinned, thinking about how happy he’d made her. He was about to ask how she was but faltered. He could hear something. He looked around, but the only person other than him was Sparky. But that couldn’t be right, because he was hearing sobbing. Then it hit him. Sparky was crying. She didn’t cry, she never cried. He’d seen her break an arm and she didn’t cry. She didn’t cry when she found out that her pet lizard had been eating by bush turkeys. Sparky didn’t cry. He had no idea how to respond, but he had to do something. He crouched in front of her, and lifted her chin. Her face was red and wet from her crying, but her eyes were completely different. Her eyes weren’t sad or scared. They were angry. She was practically in a rage. Fletcher thought it would be best to think very carefully.
‘Sparky? Are you okay?’ He asked, tentatively. Sparky looked up at him. She then scowled.
‘Do you think I’m okay? Really? Does it actually need to be asked? Are you actually that stupid?’ Fletcher was taken aback.
‘I just meant-‘
‘Fletcher I don’t care what you meant. Just go away.’ Fletcher tried to say something.
‘Piss off Fletcher!’ She screamed. She stood up. Now she was in a rage.
‘Fletcher Renn! This is all your fault! Now GO AWAY!’ Fletcher hesitated. Then disappeared.
Sparky sat there thinking for a couple minutes, then got up and stretched. She now really regretted treating Fletcher like that, but what could she do? She called him. He picked up on the third ring.
‘Fletcher, I’m sorry, okay? I’ve just been really stressed and-‘ She started.
‘It’s okay, you needed to vent. That’s cool. At least you said sorry.’
‘Can you- I mean, if it’s cool, could you take me home?’ She asked, awkwardly. He appeared in front of her.
‘Course.’ He motioned to his back and, with a laugh, Sparky jumped on his back. He teleported. Sparky opened her eyes and shrieked.
‘This isn’t my house!’ She said coldly. Fletcher was standing on top of the Harbour Bridge. She got off and scowled. Then she pushed him of for the hell of it, knowing he would teleport back up. He screamed briefly on the way down.
‘Hey! Don’t do that! If I wasn’t me I’d be dead!’ He said, laughing.
‘But I wouldn’t do it if it wasn’t you. No one else is annoying enough to make me want to push them of the Harbour Bridge.’ Sparky giggled. Fletcher took her home. Everything was as it should be. She walked upstairs and went to sleep. In the morning she woke up and tried to stretch. She then opened her eyes. She was blindfolded. She tried to scream, but had a piece of cloth in her mouth. She attempted to fry the cloth over her eyes and mouth, but the electricity wasn’t coming out of her hands. So instead she made the electricity rise out of skin directly onto the cloth. This was a tactic that she had recently discovered. The magic-binding whatever that was on her would keep her magic from leaving her body, but electricity had science. The electricity on her skin jumped to the cloth, burning it. She could see again. She craned her head taking in everything she could. Which wasn’t much. She noticed that this time they hadn’t taken her Makhaira, which was nice for a change. She also noticed the man asleep on a stool by the door, supposedly guarding her. Always a weak link in these kidnapping attempts.
‘Hey! Dude, wake up.’ She called. The man shook, opened his eyes and looked at her. Sparky took her chance, staring into his eyes.
‘Release me.’ She ordered. He looked like he was hung over.
‘Release me now.’ She repeated. He stood up and untied her. She was about to walk out the door when she stopped. This was way to easy. She looked back at the man.
‘Walk out the door.’ She said. He looked scared for a fleeting second and then opened the door. Sparky was hiding behind the door when he fell. She peeked around the corner and saw that the man had been shot. This situation had started beyond her control and was now sliding much further away. She thought about calling Fletcher but decided against it. They had probably set something up to prevent him from helping her. But then again…
Twenty minutes later Sparky was standing in the rain outside the entrance to the Roarhaven Sanctuary. Fletcher hadn’t lied about it always raining in Ireland and she had believed him. She liked the rain, it was her favourite weather, but standing in it wasn’t to fun, there was no cover and it wasn’t pretty when she was wet. Fletcher popped his head back out the door.
‘You can come in now.’ He said. She trudged in immediately regretting it and she shocked herself.
‘Crap!’ Fletcher looked at her funny, and then realizing what had happened asked a man with a scarred head to dry her.
‘Why would I need to dry her?’ He asked. Fletcher explained, also adding in that Sparky developed an embarrassing stutter when this happened. The man nodded and Sparky felt the water lifting off of her.
‘Thank you. My name is Sparky Braginski. Has Fletcher told you about my, uh, predicament?’ The man shook her hand warmly.
‘Hello, my name is Ghastly Bespoke, apparently you need to call me Elder Bespoke but you can call me Ghastly. Yes I am aware and I’ll see what I can do. In the meantime, would you like to stay in the Sanctuary?’ Sparky nodded.
‘I would also like to comment on the fact that you are the first person I’ve ever met that hasn’t stared at my scars. How old are you?’
‘Thirteen. I thought that you must’ve lived through enough people staring at you, so I skipped that bit.’ She said, timidly.
‘Would you like a new set of clothes?’ He asked. Sparky looked at her own clothes.
‘Yes. But can I have what I’m wearing? I love this outfit, it took me forever to get it right.’ She queried.
‘Sure you can, I’ll just make them out of a protective fabric, how about that?’ Ghastly suggested. Sparky nodded, noticing something in Ghastly’s voice that struck her as strange. He was pronouncing everything very clearly for an Irishman. As he walked away, Sparky analyzed his comments in her head. Then she realized. He was pronouncing everything as clearly as possible to make sure she understood everything he said. She was now thoroughly irritated. She may have been small, and looked young for her age, but here was another person who didn’t think of her as an equal. She looked at Fletcher and asked him what they would do next.
‘Well, I think you should meet some of my friends. Val, Skuldu-‘ He began.
‘Val? As in Valkyrie Cain? The one that works with Skulduggery Pleasant? I get to meet them? Awesome.’ She was excited now. As Fletcher guided her through the Sanctuary they both got some pretty strange looks. She thought it was probably Fletcher’s hair, but then thought that maybe the ancient Greek sword hanging from a thirteen-year-olds waist was grabbing their attention.
‘Fletcher, where are we going?’ She asked, getting dizzy from all the twist’s and turns.
‘To the medical bay.’ He replied, casually.
‘The medi- why exactly are we going there?’
‘Because they always end up there somehow. You look lost.’ He said.
‘Yes I am. If you know where the sick bay is, can’t we just teleport there?’ She pleaded.
‘Actually, I was waiting for you to ask me that, I have no idea where we are.’ Fletcher put his hand on her shoulder and they appeared outside what looked like the medical clinic from hell. The chairs were rusted and there were blood splatters on the walls. She turned, and nearly crashed into a skeleton. She looked up, and gasped. She had almost walked into the Skeleton Detective.
‘Sorry. I saw you teleport in with Fletcher. Who are you?’ he asked, his voice calm.
‘My name is Sparky Braginski. I’m from Australia.’ She said, dumbfounded.
‘Really? You don’t sound particularly Australian. You sound half Russian half Irish.’ He commented.
‘I’ve been around. I love Russia, but this is the first time I’ve been to Ireland.’ She explained. Skulduggery cocked his head.
‘Say something else. Why are you here?’ He asked. Sparky looked confused but elaborated.
‘Well, in the last month I’ve been kidnapped four times by the same person. I don’t know why they want me, but I figured it probably wasn’t safe for me to stay in Australia.’ Sparky thought he was looking right at her, but couldn’t tell.
‘You also sound a bit Welsh. Or is it English?’ He said.
‘Actually, it’s both. I noticed as soon as I met her.’ Fletcher added. Skulduggery looked at him.
‘Welcome back. How was Australia?’ He asked Fletcher.
‘Hot. Sweaty. Humid. They love cricket. What else do you need to know?’ Fletcher replied. Skulduggery laughed.
‘Valkyrie will be out in a moment if you were wondering.’ He said. The moment had just become exceedingly awkward. Sadly, that moment of awkwardness was about to be topped. Valkyrie Cain walked out of the operating room.
‘Skulduggery, do we seriously need Nye t-‘ Valkyrie saw Fletcher and turned bright red. Fletcher also turned red. Sparky, on the other hand, went white as a sheet. Skulduggery surveyed the situation chuckling. The three kids looked at him. Valkyrie growled, Fletcher scowled and Sparky started laughing uncontrollably. Then Fletcher and Valkyrie scowled at her.
‘Well this is funny.’ Chuckled Skulduggery. He grabbed Sparky’s shoulder and guided her out of the Sanctuary.
‘W-where are you taking me?’ While they were walking Sparky noted that she wasn’t getting wet, and Skulduggery wasn’t either.
‘Have you ever read anything by Gordon Edgley?’ He asked. Sparky nodded. She had read all of his stuff. ‘And The Darkness Rained Upon Them’, ‘The Vanishing Light’, ‘The Coward Colonel Fleece’, ‘Brain Muncher’ and ‘Into Thin Air’. There were so many more.
‘Good. I’m taking you to his house.’ Skulduggery said. Sparky looked at him, puzzled.
‘I thought he was dead!’ She exclaimed. Skulduggery stopped walking next to a swanky car.
‘What kind of car is that?’ She asked. Skulduggery looked at her, stepping into the car.
‘Get in. It’s 1945 Bentley R-Type Continental.’ He responded. Sparky slid in, thinking how impulsive Skulduggery was. The car ride was pleasant, but Sparky couldn’t help but wonder what Fletcher and Valkyrie were doing.
Skulduggery had introduced Sparky to the Echo Gordon and she had marveled over his entertainment skills. When they arrived at the Sanctuary, Fletcher greeted them with a black eye.
‘Hello guys. How are you?’ He moaned. Sparky saw Ghastly walking behind him. She shoved Fletcher aside, ignoring his pitiful groaning and ran after Ghastly.
‘Ghast-!’ She hesitated. ‘Elder Bespoke, I need to talk to you!’ She called. This time she got lots of strange looks, but ignored them completely. Ghastly saw her and walked briskly into a room. Sparky followed. She walked in carefully, and saw Ghastly presenting her with a box.
‘Here are your new clothes.’ He said, still pronouncing everything perfectly.
‘Okay, thanks, but really? Must you talk like that?’ She exclaimed. Ghastly stared.
‘Talk like what?’ He asked. Sparky sighed.
‘You pronounce everything so precisely when you talk to me, yet when you speak to others, you talk briskly. You have underestimated my intelligence and me. That annoys me. What made you think I was to be treated differently? Huh?’
‘You are the youngest person to visit the Sanctuary since Valkyrie first came when she was twelve. I’m startled to see such a young girl with a sword hanging from her waist. How did you get that anyway?’ He replied.
‘My Makhaira? It was recommended to me by a friend, Lyra Blue.’ She answered.
‘Ghastly, I don’t want to make my first impression that I complain a lot, but I cannot stand it when people treat me like that. I may be thirteen, but I’m ready to handle whatever Australia can throw at me. Now, I wish to change into my new clothes.’ Ghastly stepped back and then nodded. She got changed and walked back out of the room, and immediately got lost. She asked a passing sorcerer which way she should go.
'Excuse me, but how do I get to the exit?' She asked a woman with short hair.
‘Who are you, and why should I waste my time leading you somewhere? Ask Tipstaff.’
‘My name is Sparky Braginski, I don’t know who Tipstaff is and this place needs a map.’ She responded, strongly. The woman shrugged.
‘My name is Philomena Random. I’ll guide you to the exit.’ As they walked together Philomena explained her job at the sanctuary and how her magic aided her. Sparky was eager to talk to someone on this subject and was happy to know that her minor levels of manipulation over others were a career choice.
The next morning Fletcher took Sparky back to the Sanctuary, in a meeting room of some sort. To her surprise Skulduggery and Valkyrie were there, along with Ghastly and a man named Erskine Ravel. Skulduggery started the meeting.
‘I have been thinking about what we should do. I have decided that the best way to solve the problem is to find the center of the problem. Which means that you, Sparky, are going back to Australia.’ Skulduggery concluded. Sparky stared at him.
‘What!?’ She screeched. ‘You want me to go back?’ Sparky wasn’t the only one looking at him funny. Fletcher sat there with his mouth hanging open and even Valkyrie was staring at Skulduggery like he was a madman. Sparky guessed that Fletcher had filled her in. Ghastly stood up.
‘Sparky mentioned that she could’ve been shot.
I would like to point out that because she is now wearing Bespoke Tailor’s clothing, she will be safe. She could get carpet-bombed whatever part of her body clothing covered would be unharmed.’
‘That’s no consolation! The good mages can tell protective clothing from the normal stuff!’ Valkyrie exclaimed. Sparky looked at her.
‘I would know.’ Valkyrie stared right on back. ‘I’ve been shot. Or, at least, I remember it.’ Valkyrie broke eye contact. In the small moment connection, Sparky had almost sensed a hostility coming from Valkyrie. Sparky was worried. She didn’t like having enemies, especially ones she had never spoken to before. Ravel spoke up.
‘So, basically we are sending a thirteen-year-old back to a country where someone wants to kill her? Isn’t that just a little daft?’ He said.
‘She can take care of herself.’ Mumbled Ghastly. Sparky sat up a little straighter.
‘Do you have reasoning behind that? Or is it just because of the flashy sword hanging from her waist?’ He said, annoyed. Sparky sank down in her chair again, and turned bright red. Ghastly and Fletcher stood up at the same time and roared,
‘Don’t underestimate her!’ They then looked at each other and sat back down again. Ravel switched his gaze between both of them.
‘Are you sure?’ He asked. Fletcher and Ghastly shared a look and then nodded.
‘But of course you aren’t sending me alone, right?’ Sparky said before they got to out of hand. They all looked at her.
‘Of course we’re not sending you by yourself. Fletcher, Val and Skulduggery are going with you.’ Ghastly answered.
‘So when do we leave?’ Valkyrie asked. Fletcher put his hand on Valkyrie’s shoulder. They disappeared. Fletcher reappeared, touched Skulduggery’s hat and teleported away again. When he returned he grabbed Sparky’s hand and they appeared underneath to Harbour Bridge, next to Valkyrie and Skulduggery.
‘So what’s the game plan?’ Fletcher asked. Valkyrie and Skulduggery laughed.
‘Game plan? Since when have we had a game plan?’ Valkyrie cackled, wiping a tear away. Sparky looked aghast.
‘So, I’m going to be bait. And your going to swoop in and save the day, right?’ She said.
‘Yes, that’s usually how it works.’ Skulduggery replied. Sparky fell to her knees and cried out.
‘These guys had better be as good as the sound!’ She called to the sky.
The next morning Sparky woke up and looked around quickly. Yes, she had been kidnapped. Again. She was getting sick of waking up somewhere different than when she went to sleep. Except this time they’d gone a bit overboard. She was not shackled, blindfolded or muzzled. No, she was surrounded by forty or so of sleeping hit men. She was fully aware that they were instructed to attack her when she woke up. But she must’ve been drugged, because they were all sound asleep.
Without making a sound she slid of the table she had been lying on, and punched the ground as hard as she could. The chairs that the men were sitting on overturned. They woke up and decided to go tag team. One of them came at her, and without a flinch Sparky swiftly pulled her Makhaira out with her right hand and cut the man’s Achilles tendon. He fell with a shriek, immediately replaced by two more. She electrocuted one and cut the finger off another. The one she electrocuted jittered and fell. The other grabbed his fallen finger and while he was distracted, Sparky she let her electricity crackle around her hands. She then punched the man directly under the chin, making him fly backwards. The men were doubling their efforts. Four of them dived at her and she just managed to blur out of the way, catching one of the men in the side with her Makhaira. Because it was made of metal it also had electricity in it. She then sent a twin stream of electricity into two idle men’s eyes. She turned, was almost hit by someone’s punch to the side of her head, but managed to duck out of the way just in time. She splayed her hands and a weak shockwave ebbed out and confused her assailants. She grabbed her mobile phone and called the others.
‘Help me, I’m being attacked!’ She cried. A man came up behind her and battered the phone out of her hand. She whirled, but not in time to avoid the punch to her ribs. She faltered, clutching the side of her chest. She then feinted down and swiped high with her sword. She cut the man’s ear off. Dropping the façade of being hurt she saw Fletcher, Valkyrie and Skulduggery fighting. Fletcher was disappearing and reappearing with a different weapon every time. Skulduggery was shooting beams of fire at the enemy and Valkyrie was sending waves of shadows around the room. Soon enough, the men were but a bloody pile on the floor. Some were dead and some were not, but Sparky knew she hadn’t killed anyone. They stalked along looking for the leader of this operation. The entered a room that had only one thing of interest. An old man, looking to be about sixty, tall, thin with greying ginger hair. He wore a stainless white suit and held a cane of the deepest black. He was grinning evilly.
‘So you finally discover my hideout. I was watching you fight my men by the way, I must not underestimate our dear Sparky again.’ The man said. ‘If you were wondering my name is Iniquitous Subjugate.’ He said it all with a very bored voice. Fletcher watched as Sparky’s eyes got madder and madder. Any second now she was going to blow a fuse, and it was not going to be pretty.
‘Why do you want me? Why have you kidnapped me so many times?’ Sparky asked. He smiled and shrugged.
‘I am evil. I stop potential young magic civilians thwarting my plans. Unfortunately I didn’t get to you soon enough. You have escaped my grasp four times, and I am worried about your determination. I simply wanted to kill you off so that you couldn’t save Australia every time I tried to destroy it. I have not succeeded, and I assume you’re going to throw me in jail. That’s probably wise.’ He held out his wrists and Valkyrie stepped towards him with shackles.
‘Wait.’ Sparky ordered. ‘Do you really believe I think it’s going to be as easy as that? He’s not real.’ Skulduggery looked at her.
‘So you noticed to? Sparky is correct, the Iniquitous Subjugate standing before us is a hologram.’ Skulduggery said. Fletcher and Valkyrie gaped.
Fletcher teleported beside Subjugate and waved his hand through the hologram’s head. Fletcher looked at the ground.
‘Hey! The video is being sent from somewhere I’ve been before, lets go!’ Fletcher grabbed Skulduggery, Valkyrie and Sparky and teleported them to a room full of cameras and computers. The real Iniquitous was standing there in disbelief that they’d found him.
‘But, how? So you didn’t fall for my traps. Oh well. Time to fight.’ Subjugate lifted his cane, the camouflage lifting and showing that the cane was, in fact, a Katana. He swiped at Sparky, his prime objective. She skipped back and pulled out her Makhaira with her left hand. He cackled.
‘Why with your left? I saw you fighting with your right before.’ He giggled with glee.
‘Now who said I was right handed?’ Sparky replied coolly, swiping for his head, ducking and stabbing at his feet. They dueled for ten minutes or so, with Skulduggery, Valkyrie and Fletcher keeping Iniquitous’ henchmen at bay. And finally Sparky’s sword found purchase. She stabbed through his thigh, making him fall of his feet.
‘Fletcher! Get Skulduggery and Valkyrie out of the room!’ She yelled. Fletcher, not stopping to ask why, teleported them away. Sparky planted her feet firmly on the ground and clapped as hard as she could. Subjugate flew backwards and hit the wall, making it crack. All of the henchmen flew into the glass walls on the other side of room and crashed straight through. Sparky herself, gripped her phone tightly and flew backwards. She curled herself up into a ball in midair and felt her shins connect with a table ledge. She pulled her phone out and called Fletcher, not having enough strength to say anything. For the first time she thought that maybe she had just broken both of her legs. She lay there and saw Fletcher appear. She vaguely remembered Fletcher picking her up and teleporting her back to the medical clinic from hell.
Sparky Braginski sat up. She was reading a Gordon Edgley book, Brain Muncher, again. She had been in the medical bay for two days, and was set to go home in an hour. She had been visited by Valkyrie, Fletcher and Ghastly. Fletcher walked in.
‘Are you ready to go?’ He asked.
‘I thought I was leaving in another hour.’ She moaned back.
‘Yeah, well I wanted to give you a treat.’ He smiled.
‘I’ll pass.’ Sparky said, lazily. Fletcher disappeared and suddenly Sparky was sitting on a patch of grass underneath the Harbour Bridge. Of course Fletcher had taken her anyway. She sighed. Fletcher was about to say something when he started choking. She thumped his back and he calmed down.
‘What’s wrong?’ She asked, startled. He coughed again and then choked out to words.
‘Tanith. Low.’
There you go.
That's it.
The entire thing.
I decided to finish with a cliff-hanger.
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SILVER MIST!
Name Jade bluo
Chosen Silver Mist
Age 17
Hobbies playing with fire
She is very sarcastic and funny but she is a trouble maker
LOOKS she has a red color eye color she is brave but dint get in her bad books or she will go into rage
Smart and pretty she has blonde hair with a red strip through it she wanted to dye her hair black but her godfather said no.
JADE LOVES FIRE
SILVERMIST LOVES LIGHTING HERSELF ON FIRE
JADE LIKES WATER
SILVERMIST HATES WATER
Her Life Story
Her mum and dad died in a car accident when she was 6 and her godfather is Billy ray sanguine because her parents thought he could help with the habit of lighting herself on fire because they were mortal. He doesn't talk to his magic friends because he is afraid they will get her. He had to fire proof her room so she couldn't light the house on fire by accident. When she brushes something fast and flammable avaunt her it lights her on fire but it doesn't hurt
She is best friends with Valkyries reflection but knows it's not the real person but she hopes to meet the person behind the mirror
One day at school she was running to class and she felt something against her and BOOM she was on fire. Two cleavers came in front of her and she screamed they took her to the sanctuary .
That's mine but I'm gonna do a story to it because I really love to write
Oh and The After Life by Hannah Villante RULES!
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Name:Lucidity Clear
Appearance: Lucidity Clear was a tall lean figure. he wore glasses, a hat, black trousers and a long grey overcoat. There was no record of Mr.Clear, it was if he didn't exist.He was a professional assassin yet carried no weapons but a single automatic pistol that was tucked beneath his coat.He had discreet features and curly black hair that reached his shoulders.
Attitude: He could blend into the crowd almost instantly and you wouldn't even see him unless you were looking for him. Even though he was as slippery as a shadow, he walked with confidence and elegance, his polished shoes making no sound. He couldn't read minds, but was close to, he could tell how you were feeling from a simple glance.
Power: Elemental.
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Sparky Braginski!
Magic- Sparky (ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![Once again, can't stress that enough]!!!!!!!!!!!!) can make electricity stream out of her fingers, she can make it crackle around her hands so that when she punches someone they get electrocuted, if she claps a powerful shockwave throws everything in every direction off their feet but often hurts Sparky(ME!!!) more than the enemy, can make fireworks to distract the dumber opponents such as zombies, can make electricity run through her(MY) bloodstream making her run faster, when she is aggravated in a large crowd of people she can punch the ground sending a ripple of energy in every direction sending everyone except Sparky herself(ME) flying off their feet, if she splays her hands a weak wave of electricity can jumble brainwaves and send people into confusion she loves doing this in crowded shopping centres during Christmas season for some unknown reason, and the ability to manipulate people.
Appearance- Same 3/4 length jacket as Val's first one, cargo pants, t-shirt colours always red or green or black. Long straight brown hair. Freckles. Freakishly pale skin. Short. Hazel eyes.
Background- Has known about herself being magic at a young age, but unable to find anyone else with magic has trained herself. Was always interested in electricity, thus using that interest to her advantage and very recently (with Fletcher Renn's help) gotten into LOTS of trouble. Entailing, she's been kidnapped four times. Even though she is VERY Australian, she has a Russian/Irish accent with hints of English and Welsh.
Behaviour- Gets angry easily, but takes a lot to make her show it. She is normally good-natured, but can fly into a rage at a moments notice if you aren't paying attention. Often has excellent ideas. (Cause She is me) Never gives in ever. Will always bring something up at the worst times.
Wears a belt, with Makhaira hanging quite obviously from her waist.
Sparky is thirteen, as mentioned in the story. That is all.
Also Sparky (being me, can't remind you of that enough times) has...
Well, y'know FEARS...
Deathly afraid of spiders and *hides head in shame* being *mumbles something*
Everyone else: What?
Being tickled, okay? It renders Sparky (me) completely useless and that scares her(ME) more than anything else in the world. Really.
*runs into near by nursery and takes as many shrubs as possible*
Shop Owner: You can't take those.
Sparky(me!): Oh uh... *looks into shop owners eyes* You are letting me take these so that I can give them to the worlds most honourable cause. Making Derek-The-Golden-Go-Landy love me and use Sparky(ME!) as a character.
S.O: KK.
When wet Sparky (ME) has a tendency to shock herself out of lack of control. When she (ME) is wet she can't touch anything because she shocks it by accident, and turning any electrical appliance on while she(ME) is wet makes all the plugs/power points in the room blow up. Sparky (once again ME. THAT IS ME.) swears only when she does something incredibly stupid. Sparky (MEMEMEMEMEME) always has her hair tied up. It varies as to how, but her hair is ALWAYS tied up. She has uncannily good balance naturally. Another thing is that Sparky (Who is me, as I be she and we be each other) is always twitching or fiddling with something. Speaking of explosions, Sparky (me) makes pebbles explode when she's bored. I also keep forgetting about this crucial part of my appearance. Sparky(me) is ALWAYS wearing a scarf. Always. It changes colours, styles and patterns, but she(ME) is ALWAYS wearing a scarf. She(I) wears one to bed, to meals, to the theatre. She never takes them off.
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Mini Surely
Adept
Mini Surly is thirty years old but in the form of a baby. Her power is to make people think she is super cute and to make them hold her and say "Aw, gorgeous baby!" She has long wavy hair that's rainbow coloured. She has super big hands so she can slap people and make them fall, unconcious.
This character was created by Eve the ROCK's little brother, Shaun the PEBBLE.
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Taryn Hill
Elemental
Taryn Hill works for the Sanctuary. She is an ambitious lady, and has this morbid wish that Skulduggery Pleasant and Valkyrie Cain will die completely so she can take over as Prime Detective.
The creator of this character was Eve, the Australiminion with the funny accent.
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Alexander Libra Bell
Salt and pepper unruly hair, (more pepper than salt) green eyes, a stubbly beard around his mouth, wears a dark blue overcoat and a gold ring with a ruby in it, Elemental, though more skilled in water manipulation than any other, and knows how to take it to the extreme. Encourages Valkyrie to practice water manipulation more. Loves fishing, hunting deer, a good wine, and traveling from country to country. Absolutely hates people trying to tell him what to do if they don't give a good reason, eventhe Elders.
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Dionaea Vernal is your shrubbery. As an Adept, she photosynthesises- using light energy from the sun to convert into sugars. Her veins rise from her textured green skin in translucent raised rivers of gold. Cut one open and she essentially bleeds maple syrup. She hates it when that happens, it attracts ants.
But she can shoot this sugary deliciousness at people and it sets hard. If trapped long enough, cavities and muscle strain of the jaw are common side effects, as survivors try to eat their way out.
Herbivores now frighten her due to an unfortunate guinea pig incident. Her hippy parents had refused her a cat; they said that would only hasten the feline apocalypse. Also, domesticated cats were singlehandedly destroying fish habitats with their incessant need for foul smelling food. Her upbringing makes her feel like a rebel when using plastic products. Dionaea put her old assignments into the non-recyclables just once.
From Chensbie, Australia
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im an aussie
ame'lie espirt ( taken name )
given name
true name haha like i would tell you but known to me (haha i lied i dont know it )
lives in ireland born in Australia
is an adept read minds/telekinesis
22
5ft 7
can speak french
kinda violent but still caring
build: muscular tan thin
knows many defensive style of martial arts
black hair (braided) ripped black denim shorts with a red singlet (hair always in a braid)
can be caring loves animals and finds it annoying when people say she has an accent
in her spare time she like to read and has two cats ( dagger and squeaks)
brown eyes light brown hair
loves to cook knows many lethal concoctions
doesnt like being told what to do
i think thats it i hope you pick me i never win anything though so you probably wont.
Very... Interesting, Chensbie.
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Tilpin Grey
A necromancer from London who manipulates magic through a whip. Has long nearly white blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, cold blue eyes, pale skin. Has a high dislike towards Valkyrie and constantly makes the comment, "You are not a necromancer." Can you make him die? I want him to die if that's okay. ;)
I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work.
Sparky Braginski!
Magic- Sparky (ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![Once again, can't stress that enough]!!!!!!!!!!!!) can make electricity stream out of her fingers, she can make it crackle around her hands so that when she punches someone they get electrocuted, if she claps a powerful shockwave throws everything in every direction off their feet but often hurts Sparky(ME!!!) more than the enemy, can make fireworks to distract the dumber opponents such as zombies, can make electricity run through her(MY) bloodstream making her run faster, when she is aggravated in a large crowd of people she can punch the ground sending a ripple of energy in every direction sending everyone except Sparky herself(ME) flying off their feet, if she splays her hands a weak wave of electricity can jumble brainwaves and send people into confusion she loves doing this in crowded shopping centres during Christmas season for some unknown reason, and the ability to manipulate people.
Appearance- Same 3/4 length jacket as Val's first one, cargo pants, t-shirt colours always red or green or black. Long straight brown hair. Freckles. Freakishly pale skin. Short. Hazel eyes.
Background- Has known about herself being magic at a young age, but unable to find anyone else with magic has trained herself. Was always interested in electricity, thus using that interest to her advantage and very recently (with Fletcher Renn's help) gotten into LOTS of trouble. Entailing, she's been kidnapped four times. Even though she is VERY Australian, she has a Russian/Irish accent with hints of English and Welsh.
Behaviour- Gets angry easily, but takes a lot to make her show it. She is normally good-natured, but can fly into a rage at a moments notice if you aren't paying attention. Often has excellent ideas. (Cause She is me) Never gives in ever. Will always bring something up at the worst times.
Wears a belt, with Makhaira hanging quite obviously from her waist.
Sparky is thirteen, as mentioned in the story. That is all.
Also Sparky (being me, can't remind you of that enough times) has...
Well, y'know FEARS...
Deathly afraid of spiders and *hides head in shame* being *mumbles something*
Everyone else: What?
Being tickled, okay? It renders Sparky (me) completely useless and that scares her(ME) more than anything else in the world. Really.
*runs into near by nursery and takes as many shrubs as possible*
Shop Owner: You can't take those.
Sparky(me!): Oh uh... *looks into shop owners eyes* You are letting me take these so that I can give them to the worlds most honourable cause. Making Derek-The-Golden-Go-Landy love me and use Sparky(ME!) as a character.
S.O: KK.
When wet Sparky (ME) has a tendency to shock herself out of lack of control. When she (ME) is wet she can't touch anything because she shocks it by accident, and turning any electrical appliance on while she(ME) is wet makes all the plugs/power points in the room blow up. Sparky (once again ME. THAT IS ME.) swears only when she does something incredibly stupid. Sparky (MEMEMEMEMEME) always has her hair tied up. It varies as to how, but her hair is ALWAYS tied up. She has uncannily good balance naturally. Another thing is that Sparky (Who is me, as I be she and we be each other) is always twitching or fiddling with something. Speaking of explosions, Sparky (me) makes pebbles explode when she's bored. I also keep forgetting about this crucial part of my appearance. Sparky(me) is ALWAYS wearing a scarf. Always. It changes colours, styles and patterns, but she(ME) is ALWAYS wearing a scarf. She(I) wears one to bed, to meals, to the theatre. She never takes them off.
I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work.
Sparky Braginski!
Magic- Sparky (ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![Once again, can't stress that enough]!!!!!!!!!!!!) can make electricity stream out of her fingers, she can make it crackle around her hands so that when she punches someone they get electrocuted, if she claps a powerful shockwave throws everything in every direction off their feet but often hurts Sparky(ME!!!) more than the enemy, can make fireworks to distract the dumber opponents such as zombies, can make electricity run through her(MY) bloodstream making her run faster, when she is aggravated in a large crowd of people she can punch the ground sending a ripple of energy in every direction sending everyone except Sparky herself(ME) flying off their feet, if she splays her hands a weak wave of electricity can jumble brainwaves and send people into confusion she loves doing this in crowded shopping centres during Christmas season for some unknown reason, and the ability to manipulate people.
Appearance- Same 3/4 length jacket as Val's first one, cargo pants, t-shirt colours always red or green or black. Long straight brown hair. Freckles. Freakishly pale skin. Short. Hazel eyes.
Background- Has known about herself being magic at a young age, but unable to find anyone else with magic has trained herself. Was always interested in electricity, thus using that interest to her advantage and very recently (with Fletcher Renn's help) gotten into LOTS of trouble. Entailing, she's been kidnapped four times. Even though she is VERY Australian, she has a Russian/Irish accent with hints of English and Welsh.
Behaviour- Gets angry easily, but takes a lot to make her show it. She is normally good-natured, but can fly into a rage at a moments notice if you aren't paying attention. Often has excellent ideas. (Cause She is me) Never gives in ever. Will always bring something up at the worst times.
Wears a belt, with Makhaira hanging quite obviously from her waist.
Sparky is thirteen, as mentioned in the story. That is all.
Also Sparky (being me, can't remind you of that enough times) has...
Well, y'know FEARS...
Deathly afraid of spiders and *hides head in shame* being *mumbles something*
Everyone else: What?
Being tickled, okay? It renders Sparky (me) completely useless and that scares her(ME) more than anything else in the world. Really.
*runs into near by nursery and takes as many shrubs as possible*
Shop Owner: You can't take those.
Sparky(me!): Oh uh... *looks into shop owners eyes* You are letting me take these so that I can give them to the worlds most honourable cause. Making Derek-The-Golden-God-Landy love me and use Sparky(ME!) as a character.
S.O: KK.
When wet Sparky (ME) has a tendency to shock herself out of lack of control. When she (ME) is wet she can't touch anything because she shocks it by accident, and turning any electrical appliance on while she(ME) is wet makes all the plugs/power points in the room blow up. Sparky (once again ME. THAT IS ME.) swears only when she does something incredibly stupid. Sparky (MEMEMEMEMEME) always has her hair tied up. It varies as to how, but her hair is ALWAYS tied up. She has uncannily good balance naturally. Another thing is that Sparky (Who is me, as I be she and we be each other) is always twitching or fiddling with something. Speaking of explosions, Sparky (me) makes pebbles explode when she's bored. I also keep forgetting about this crucial part of my appearance. Sparky(me) is ALWAYS wearing a scarf. Always. It changes colours, styles and patterns, but she(ME) is ALWAYS wearing a scarf. She(I) wears one to bed, to meals, to the theatre. She never takes them off.
Hi people! Do u like mine it's odd but I'm writing the story thing but it's not to good
Yours is cool Silver.
Sparky Braginski looked up. She was hanging from the ceiling by magic- binding cuffs and it was a long way down. She saw her captor walk into the Sydney Opera House Concert Hall. She was unfortunately hanging in the middle of the ceiling, so that if she did manage to escape the cuffs, she would land on some very unfriendly concrete. She was up so high she couldn’t see her captors face, but she could hear him.
‘How are you up there Sparky?’
‘You took my sword.’
‘So I did. I am not going to give it back, and as you are not in a position to negotiate with your words or your fists, I recommend you answer the question. So how are you?’ Sparky gritted her teeth, knowing that the man was right.
‘If you must know, my wrists hurt I’m losing circulation in my hands and feet, and I’m wondering how Fletcher Renn managed to talk me into going to that party.’ She answered, irritably. She looked down at the man, trying to see his face but she was to high up.
‘Party? I read your files and you hate parties.’
‘I do hate parties, loud music, too many people and obnoxious people at that.’ Sparky blew at some hair that kept falling on her face.
‘Look, I get the whole, “kidnap me” routine, but why have you chained me here?’ She asked.
‘Simple,’ He replied, ‘the last time someone kidnapped you, you saw their face. This time, no one’s here.’ He sneered. Sparky hated it when people sneered at her. It meant they thought they were better than her, and in this case, smarter than her. But she wasn’t going to let that title slip away without a fight. She watched the man leave the room. Why did she go to that damned party? If she ever managed to escape she was going to, to, well she would do something to Fletcher. As she hung there, Sparky looked around the room again and saw the organ. If she could just get near it. She looked up at how the cuffs were attached to the ceiling, and saw that, if she could rock her body, the cuffs would slide her towards the organ, much like a flying fox at a playground. Sparky swung towards the organ with all her might. Unfortunately it was more oiled than she expected, and Sparky speed towards the organ. She hit it and bounced off. Wincing in pain she swung at it again. This time she managed to grip the top of one of the pipes with her foot. As she steady herself she grinned, almost two hours, she’d been hanging up there, waiting for someone to come in to check if she was still there. Now that they thought that they knew where Sparky was she could make her escape. In those two hours of waiting, it hadn’t taken her long to realise that the shackles were way to big for her, and that with little effort she could slip her hands out. She dropped carefully onto the organ and shimmed down far to slowly for her liking. As she dropped to the floor she felt magic returning, and it was a welcome feeling. She tested her magic, yes; electricity could still stream from her fingers. She crouched and decided that before she left she needed to make sure that no one was guarding the doors.
She sat down thinking that maybe those piano lessons had done something for her in later life and slammed her hands on every key of the organ within reach. She heard a shout from behind the main doors and darted into the nearest room.
She then crept out into the foyer and was about to leave when she remembered her sword.
‘Damn it all.’ She mumbled. She turned, looked up and nearly walked into a man that was guarding a door. She braced herself for when he saw her and sounded an alarm. But he wasn’t moving. Gazing at the back of his head she backed away and was about to walk away when he turned and saw her. A year ago he would’ve yelled and she would’ve jumped. But not now. She looked straight into his eyes and said
‘You cannot see me. I am not here. Turn around.’ The man strained and turned. Sparky walked towards the main exit looking for any rooms that her sword might be in. Sparky sighed knowing she wouldn’t be able to leave her sword behind and walked back into the foyer. As she was walking she heard something whimpering, she followed where it was coming from. It was coming from one of the bars and as she peered over the edge and a man was sitting there with his eyes glued shut, practically wetting himself with fear.
‘Please don’t kill me.’ He sobbed. Sparky sighed. Why did everyone think she was going to kill them? She was a thirteen-year-old girl for god’s sake. She hit people, she had disabled one person and broken a couple bones, but she didn’t kill anyone. She vaulted over the bar and landed in front of the man.
‘I’m not going to kill you.’ She said trying to make her voice soothing. The man opened his eyes and they widened in shock. His mouth opened wide to yell but Sparky clapped her hand over his mouth. When his facial expression was a little calmer Sparky put a finger to her lips.
‘Are you okay?’ He nodded. ‘Are you sure?’ He nodded. ‘If I take my hand off you face are you going to call for help?’ He shook his head madly. She looked dead into his eyes. ‘Are you lying to me?’ The man tore her hand away from his mouth and frantically whispered, ‘Why would I lie? I just as confused as you are!’ He clamped his own hands over his mouth and shut up.
‘Okay one, that was astoundingly stupid and two, I know exactly what’s going on.’ She snapped. ‘Who are you anyway?’ She asked.
‘Who am I? I own this establishment. And I a-‘ Sparky shushed him. He looked offended but he stayed quiet.
‘Look, there isn’t much time. I have three questions. Do you know why these men took me here?’ He shook his head. ‘Do you know who they are?’ He shook his head again. ‘Last question, Do you know where they are in here?’ At this he nodded.
‘I know where they are, yes, but I’m not going back there.’ He shivered at the thought. Sparky felt bad about what she was about to do, but she didn’t have a choice. She looked deep into the man’s eyes. She saw fear. She was about to change that.
‘Sir, you need to get up. Now.’ He stood up, this poor mortal didn’t stand a chance. ‘You are going to lead me to where they are.’ He only faltered for a split second and then started walking. She followed him into a secret room. He turned around snapping out of the trance.
‘How did we get here?’ He asked. Sparky was about to answer when he bolted. She shrugged turned and entered he room. It was empty, but her sword and her phone were lying on the table. She picked up the sword first and inspected it. Her sword was a Makhaira, too long to be a knife and too short to be a sword. Good for all kinds of things. Stabbing, slicing and lopping.
Sparky herself hardly ever used the thing, but she loved it, kept it close and she knew how to use it. The one time she had used the sword it was against a fully-grown man who had been using his sword for almost 150 years. She had been using her sword for two years. She beat him. When people marveled at her for her fancy footwork with her Makhaira she merely shrugged, not wanting to be a show-off. She picked up her phone and saw that Fletcher had called her fifteen times. She called him and told him where she was. Suddenly a hand gripped her shoulder. She whirled thinking that it was one of the thugs but when she turned there was no one there. That cocky voice came from behind her.
‘Why so jumpy? You called me, I came. That’s normally how it works. That’s how it worked with Val anyway.’ She looked at him, fuming.
‘Just take me somewhere else so I can yell at you without getting attacked.’ Fletcher complied taking her too a park near her old school that was completely empty. Then she exploded.
‘Fletcher Renn you are in somuch trouble right now.’ She yelled. ‘I have been so tolerant of you. Listening to your incredibly interesting stories almost made it worth it. Until today, that is. Someone kidnapped me. Kidnapped, Fletcher, they kidnapped me. Th-‘
Fletcher cut across her. ‘You’ve been kidnapped twice before, and you never freaked out this much.’ She slapped him, hard.
‘Be thankful I didn’t shock you as well porcupine. The last two times, I escaped easily because my captors were morons. This time I was hanging from the freaking ceiling of the Concert Hall! In magic-binding cuffs! If the person who had cuffed me was more observant I would still be there!’ She cried. Fletcher smiled, not taken Sparky seriously.
‘She’ll came down in a sec.’ He thought. Sparky saw him smiling. She opened her mouth to scream in frustration, closed her mouth without making a sound, looked at Fletcher long and hard and ran away. Fletcher watched blur away, marveling how fast she could run with a little, magic running through her blood-streams. He saw stop behind a tree, lean against it and curl into a ball, rocking back and forth lightly. He decided it would be safer to his health if he walked up, giving Sparky a couple minutes to calm down. As he walked up he noted the complete silence. Sparky sat there, wondering why no one could tell when she was being sincere. Was it because she was young? No, it couldn’t be, her school friends didn’t take her seriously. Because she was short? Possibly… Fletcher was almost with Sparky. He could see her brown hair, and pale skin. He grinned, thinking about how happy he’d made her. He was about to ask how she was but faltered. He could hear something. He looked around, but the only person other than him was Sparky. But that couldn’t be right, because he was hearing sobbing. Then it hit him. Sparky was crying. She didn’t cry, she never cried. He’d seen her break an arm and she didn’t cry. She didn’t cry when she found out that her pet lizard had been eating by bush turkeys. Sparky didn’t cry. He had no idea how to respond, but he had to do something. He crouched in front of her, and lifted her chin. Her face was red and wet from her crying, but her eyes were completely different. Her eyes weren’t sad or scared. They were angry. She was practically in a rage. Fletcher thought it would be best to think very carefully.
‘Sparky? Are you okay?’ He asked, tentatively. Sparky looked up at him. She then scowled.
‘Do you think I’m okay? Really? Does it actually need to be asked? Are you actually that stupid?’ Fletcher was taken aback.
‘I just meant-‘
‘Fletcher I don’t care what you meant. Just go away.’ Fletcher tried to say something.
‘Piss off Fletcher!’ She screamed. She stood up. Now she was in a rage.
‘Fletcher Renn! This is all your fault! Now GO AWAY!’ Fletcher hesitated. Then disappeared.
Sparky sat there thinking for a couple minutes, then got up and stretched. She now really regretted treating Fletcher like that, but what could she do? She called him. He picked up on the third ring.
‘Fletcher, I’m sorry, okay? I’ve just been really stressed and-‘ She started.
‘It’s okay, you needed to vent. That’s cool. At least you said sorry.’
‘Can you- I mean, if it’s cool, could you take me home?’ She asked, awkwardly. He appeared in front of her.
‘Course.’ He motioned to his back and, with a laugh, Sparky jumped on his back. He teleported. Sparky opened her eyes and shrieked.
‘This isn’t my house!’ She said coldly. Fletcher was standing on top of the Harbour Bridge. She got off and scowled. Then she pushed him of for the hell of it, knowing he would teleport back up. He screamed briefly on the way down.
‘Hey! Don’t do that! If I wasn’t me I’d be dead!’ He said, laughing.
‘But I wouldn’t do it if it wasn’t you. No one else is annoying enough to make me want to push them of the Harbour Bridge.’ Sparky giggled. Fletcher took her home. Everything was as it should be. She walked upstairs and went to sleep. In the morning she woke up and tried to stretch. She then opened her eyes. She was blindfolded. She tried to scream, but had a piece of cloth in her mouth. She attempted to fry the cloth over her eyes and mouth, but the electricity wasn’t coming out of her hands. So instead she made the electricity rise out of skin directly onto the cloth. This was a tactic that she had recently discovered. The magic-binding whatever that was on her would keep her magic from leaving her body, but electricity had science. The electricity on her skin jumped to the cloth, burning it. She could see again. She craned her head taking in everything she could. Which wasn’t much. She noticed that this time they hadn’t taken her Makhaira, which was nice for a change. She also noticed the man asleep on a stool by the door, supposedly guarding her. Always a weak link in these kidnapping attempts.
‘Hey! Dude, wake up.’ She called. The man shook, opened his eyes and looked at her. Sparky took her chance, staring into his eyes.
‘Release me.’ She ordered. He looked like he was hung over.
‘Release me now.’ She repeated. He stood up and untied her. She was about to walk out the door when she stopped. This was way to easy. She looked back at the man.
‘Walk out the door.’ She said. He looked scared for a fleeting second and then opened the door. Sparky was hiding behind the door when he fell. She peeked around the corner and saw that the man had been shot. This situation had started beyond her control and was now sliding much further away. She thought about calling Fletcher but decided against it. They had probably set something up to prevent him from helping her. But then again…
Twenty minutes later Sparky was standing in the rain outside the entrance to the Roarhaven Sanctuary. Fletcher hadn’t lied about it always raining in Ireland and she had believed him. She liked the rain, it was her favourite weather, but standing in it wasn’t to fun, there was no cover and it wasn’t pretty when she was wet. Fletcher popped his head back out the door.
‘You can come in now.’ He said. She trudged in immediately regretting it and she shocked herself.
‘Crap!’ Fletcher looked at her funny, and then realizing what had happened asked a man with a scarred head to dry her.
‘Why would I need to dry her?’ He asked. Fletcher explained, also adding in that Sparky developed an embarrassing stutter when this happened. The man nodded and Sparky felt the water lifting off of her.
‘Thank you. My name is Sparky Braginski. Has Fletcher told you about my, uh, predicament?’ The man shook her hand warmly.
‘Hello, my name is Ghastly Bespoke, apparently you need to call me Elder Bespoke but you can call me Ghastly. Yes I am aware and I’ll see what I can do. In the meantime, would you like to stay in the Sanctuary?’ Sparky nodded.
‘I would also like to comment on the fact that you are the first person I’ve ever met that hasn’t stared at my scars. How old are you?’
‘Thirteen. I thought that you must’ve lived through enough people staring at you, so I skipped that bit.’ She said, timidly.
‘Would you like a new set of clothes?’ He asked. Sparky looked at her own clothes.
‘Yes. But can I have what I’m wearing? I love this outfit, it took me forever to get it right.’ She queried.
‘Sure you can, I’ll just make them out of a protective fabric, how about that?’ Ghastly suggested. Sparky nodded, noticing something in Ghastly’s voice that struck her as strange. He was pronouncing everything very clearly for an Irishman. As he walked away, Sparky analyzed his comments in her head. Then she realized. He was pronouncing everything as clearly as possible to make sure she understood everything he said. She was now thoroughly irritated. She may have been small, and looked young for her age, but here was another person who didn’t think of her as an equal. She looked at Fletcher and asked him what they would do next.
‘Well, I think you should meet some of my friends. Val, Skuldu-‘ He began.
‘Val? As in Valkyrie Cain? The one that works with Skulduggery Pleasant? I get to meet them? Awesome.’ She was excited now. As Fletcher guided her through the Sanctuary they both got some pretty strange looks. She thought it was probably Fletcher’s hair, but then thought that maybe the ancient Greek sword hanging from a thirteen-year-olds waist was grabbing their attention.
‘Fletcher, where are we going?’ She asked, getting dizzy from all the twist’s and turns.
‘To the medical bay.’ He replied, casually.
‘The medi- why exactly are we going there?’
‘Because they always end up there somehow. You look lost.’ He said.
‘Yes I am. If you know where the sick bay is, can’t we just teleport there?’ She pleaded.
‘Actually, I was waiting for you to ask me that, I have no idea where we are.’ Fletcher put his hand on her shoulder and they appeared outside what looked like the medical clinic from hell. The chairs were rusted and there were blood splatters on the walls. She turned, and nearly crashed into a skeleton. She looked up, and gasped. She had almost walked into the Skeleton Detective.
‘Sorry. I saw you teleport in with Fletcher. Who are you?’ he asked, his voice calm.
‘My name is Sparky Braginski. I’m from Australia.’ She said, dumbfounded.
‘Really? You don’t sound particularly Australian. You sound half Russian half Irish.’ He commented.
‘I’ve been around. I love Russia, but this is the first time I’ve been to Ireland.’ She explained. Skulduggery cocked his head.
‘Say something else. Why are you here?’ He asked. Sparky looked confused but elaborated.
‘Well, in the last month I’ve been kidnapped four times by the same person. I don’t know why they want me, but I figured it probably wasn’t safe for me to stay in Australia.’ Sparky thought he was looking right at her, but couldn’t tell.
‘You also sound a bit Welsh. Or is it English?’ He said.
‘Actually, it’s both. I noticed as soon as I met her.’ Fletcher added. Skulduggery looked at him.
‘Welcome back. How was Australia?’ He asked Fletcher.
‘Hot. Sweaty. Humid. They love cricket. What else do you need to know?’ Fletcher replied. Skulduggery laughed.
‘Valkyrie will be out in a moment if you were wondering.’ He said. The moment had just become exceedingly awkward. Sadly, that moment of awkwardness was about to be topped. Valkyrie Cain walked out of the operating room.
‘Skulduggery, do we seriously need Nye t-‘ Valkyrie saw Fletcher and turned bright red. Fletcher also turned red. Sparky, on the other hand, went white as a sheet. Skulduggery surveyed the situation chuckling. The three kids looked at him. Valkyrie growled, Fletcher scowled and Sparky started laughing uncontrollably. Then Fletcher and Valkyrie scowled at her.
‘Well this is funny.’ Chuckled Skulduggery. He grabbed Sparky’s shoulder and guided her out of the Sanctuary.
‘W-where are you taking me?’ While they were walking Sparky noted that she wasn’t getting wet, and Skulduggery wasn’t either.
‘Have you ever read anything by Gordon Edgley?’ He asked. Sparky nodded. She had read all of his stuff. ‘And The Darkness Rained Upon Them’, ‘The Vanishing Light’, ‘The Coward Colonel Fleece’, ‘Brain Muncher’ and ‘Into Thin Air’. There were so many more.
‘Good. I’m taking you to his house.’ Skulduggery said. Sparky looked at him, puzzled.
‘I thought he was dead!’ She exclaimed. Skulduggery stopped walking next to a swanky car.
‘What kind of car is that?’ She asked. Skulduggery looked at her, stepping into the car.
‘Get in. It’s 1945 Bentley R-Type Continental.’ He responded. Sparky slid in, thinking how impulsive Skulduggery was. The car ride was pleasant, but Sparky couldn’t help but wonder what Fletcher and Valkyrie were doing.
Skulduggery had introduced Sparky to the Echo Gordon and she had marveled over his entertainment skills. When they arrived at the Sanctuary, Fletcher greeted them with a black eye.
‘Hello guys. How are you?’ He moaned. Sparky saw Ghastly walking behind him. She shoved Fletcher aside, ignoring his pitiful groaning and ran after Ghastly.
‘Ghast-!’ She hesitated. ‘Elder Bespoke, I need to talk to you!’ She called. This time she got lots of strange looks, but ignored them completely. Ghastly saw her and walked briskly into a room. Sparky followed. She walked in carefully, and saw Ghastly presenting her with a box.
‘Here are your new clothes.’ He said, still pronouncing everything perfectly.
‘Okay, thanks, but really? Must you talk like that?’ She exclaimed. Ghastly stared.
‘Talk like what?’ He asked. Sparky sighed.
‘You pronounce everything so precisely when you talk to me, yet when you speak to others, you talk briskly. You have underestimated my intelligence and me. That annoys me. What made you think I was to be treated differently? Huh?’
‘You are the youngest person to visit the Sanctuary since Valkyrie first came when she was twelve. I’m startled to see such a young girl with a sword hanging from her waist. How did you get that anyway?’ He replied.
‘My Makhaira? It was recommended to me by a friend, Lyra Blue.’ She answered.
‘Ghastly, I don’t want to make my first impression that I complain a lot, but I cannot stand it when people treat me like that. I may be thirteen, but I’m ready to handle whatever Australia can throw at me. Now, I wish to change into my new clothes.’ Ghastly stepped back and then nodded. She got changed and walked back out of the room, and immediately got lost. She asked a passing sorcerer which way she should go.
'Excuse me, but how do I get to the exit?' She asked a woman with short hair.
‘Who are you, and why should I waste my time leading you somewhere? Ask Tipstaff.’
‘My name is Sparky Braginski, I don’t know who Tipstaff is and this place needs a map.’ She responded, strongly. The woman shrugged.
‘My name is Philomena Random. I’ll guide you to the exit.’ As they walked together Philomena explained her job at the sanctuary and how her magic aided her. Sparky was eager to talk to someone on this subject and was happy to know that her minor levels of manipulation over others were a career choice.
The next morning Fletcher took Sparky back to the Sanctuary, in a meeting room of some sort. To her surprise Skulduggery and Valkyrie were there, along with Ghastly and a man named Erskine Ravel. Skulduggery started the meeting.
‘I have been thinking about what we should do. I have decided that the best way to solve the problem is to find the center of the problem. Which means that you, Sparky, are going back to Australia.’ Skulduggery concluded. Sparky stared at him.
‘What!?’ She screeched. ‘You want me to go back?’ Sparky wasn’t the only one looking at him funny. Fletcher sat there with his mouth hanging open and even Valkyrie was staring at Skulduggery like he was a madman. Sparky guessed that Fletcher had filled her in. Ghastly stood up.
‘Sparky mentioned that she could’ve been shot. I would like to point out that because she is now wearing Bespoke Tailor’s clothing, she will be safe. She could get carpet-bombed whatever part of her body clothing covered would be unharmed.’
‘That’s no consolation! The good mages can tell protective clothing from the normal stuff!’ Valkyrie exclaimed. Sparky looked at her.
‘I would know.’ Valkyrie stared right on back. ‘I’ve been shot. Or, at least, I remember it.’ Valkyrie broke eye contact. In the small moment connection, Sparky had almost sensed a hostility coming from Valkyrie. Sparky was worried. She didn’t like having enemies, especially ones she had never spoken to before. Ravel spoke up.
‘So, basically we are sending a thirteen-year-old back to a country where someone wants to kill her? Isn’t that just a little daft?’ He said.
‘She can take care of herself.’ Mumbled Ghastly. Sparky sat up a little straighter.
‘Do you have reasoning behind that? Or is it just because of the flashy sword hanging from her waist?’ He said, annoyed. Sparky sank down in her chair again, and turned bright red. Ghastly and Fletcher stood up at the same time and roared,
‘Don’t underestimate her!’ They then looked at each other and sat back down again. Ravel switched his gaze between both of them.
‘Are you sure?’ He asked. Fletcher and Ghastly shared a look and then nodded.
‘But of course you aren’t sending me alone, right?’ Sparky said before they got to out of hand. They all looked at her.
‘Of course we’re not sending you by yourself. Fletcher, Val and Skulduggery are going with you.’ Ghastly answered.
‘So when do we leave?’ Valkyrie asked. Fletcher put his hand on Valkyrie’s shoulder. They disappeared. Fletcher reappeared, touched Skulduggery’s hat and teleported away again. When he returned he grabbed Sparky’s hand and they appeared underneath to Harbour Bridge, next to Valkyrie and Skulduggery.
‘So what’s the game plan?’ Fletcher asked. Valkyrie and Skulduggery laughed.
‘Game plan? Since when have we had a game plan?’ Valkyrie cackled, wiping a tear away. Sparky looked aghast.
‘So, I’m going to be bait. And your going to swoop in and save the day, right?’ She said.
‘Yes, that’s usually how it works.’ Skulduggery replied. Sparky fell to her knees and cried out.
‘These guys had better be as good as the sound!’ She called to the sky.
The next morning Sparky woke up and looked around quickly. Yes, she had been kidnapped. Again. She was getting sick of waking up somewhere different than when she went to sleep. Except this time they’d gone a bit overboard. She was not shackled, blindfolded or muzzled. No, she was surrounded by forty or so of sleeping hit men. She was fully aware that they were instructed to attack her when she woke up. But she must’ve been drugged, because they were all sound asleep. Without making a sound she slid of the table she had been lying on, and punched the ground as hard as she could.
The chairs that the men were sitting on overturned. They woke up and decided to go tag team. One of them came at her, and without a flinch Sparky swiftly pulled her Makhaira out with her right hand and cut the man’s Achilles tendon. He fell with a shriek, immediately replaced by two more. She electrocuted one and cut the finger off another. The one she electrocuted jittered and fell. The other grabbed his fallen finger and while he was distracted, Sparky she let her electricity crackle around her hands. She then punched the man directly under the chin, making him fly backwards. The men were doubling their efforts. Four of them dived at her and she just managed to blur out of the way, catching one of the men in the side with her Makhaira. She then sent a twin stream of electricity into two idle men’s eyes. She turned, was almost hit by someone’s punch to the side of her head, but managed to duck out of the way just in time. She splayed her hands and a weak shockwave ebbed out and confused her assailants. She grabbed her mobile phone and called the others.
‘Help me, I’m being attacked!’ She grunted. A man came up behind her and battered the phone out of her hand. She whirled, but not in time to avoid the punch to her ribs. She faltered, clutching the side of her chest. She then feinted down and swiped high with her sword. She cut the man’s ear off. Dropping the façade of being hurt she saw Fletcher, Valkyrie and Skulduggery fighting. Fletcher was disappearing and reappearing with a different weapon every time. Skulduggery was shooting beams of fire at the enemy and Valkyrie was sending waves of shadows around the room. Soon enough, the men were but a bloody pile on the floor. Some were dead and some were not, but Sparky knew she hadn’t killed anyone. They stalked along looking for the leader of this operation. The entered a room that had only one thing of interest. An old man, looking to be about sixty, tall, thin with greying ginger hair. He wore a stainless white suit and held a cane of the deepest black. He was grinning evilly.
‘So you finally discover my hideout. I was watching you fight my men by the way, I must not underestimate our dear Sparky again.’ The man said. ‘If you were wondering my name is Iniquitous Subjugate.’ He said it all with a very bored voice. Fletcher watched as Sparky’s eyes got madder and madder. Any second now she was going to blow a fuse, and it was not going to be pretty.
‘Why do you want me? Why have you kidnapped me so many times?’ Sparky asked. He smiled and shrugged.
‘I am evil. I stop potential young magic civilians thwarting my plans. Unfortunately I didn’t get to you soon enough. You have escaped my grasp four times, and I am worried about your determination. I simply wanted to kill you off so that you couldn’t save Australia every time I tried to destroy it. I have not succeeded, and I assume you’re going to throw me in jail. That’s probably wise.’ He held out his wrists and Valkyrie stepped towards him with shackles.
‘Wait.’ Sparky ordered. ‘Do you really believe I think it’s going to be as easy as that? He’s not real.’ Skulduggery looked at her.
‘So you noticed to? Sparky is correct, the Iniquitous Subjugate standing before us is a hologram.’ Skulduggery said. Fletcher and Valkyrie gaped.
Fletcher teleported beside Subjugate and waved his hand through the hologram’s head. Fletcher looked at the ground.
‘Hey! The video is being sent from somewhere I’ve been before, lets go!’ Fletcher grabbed Skulduggery, Valkyrie and Sparky and teleported them to a room full of cameras and computers. The real Iniquitous was standing there in disbelief that they’d found him.
‘But, how? So you didn’t fall for my traps. Oh well. Time to fight.’ Subjugate lifted his cane, the camouflage lifting and showing that the cane was, in fact, a Katana. He swiped at Sparky, his prime objective. She skipped back and pulled out her Makhaira with her left hand. He cackled.
‘Why with your left? I saw you fighting with your right before.’ He giggled with glee.
‘Now who said I was right handed?’ Sparky replied coolly, swiping for his head, ducking and stabbing at his feet. They dueled for ten minutes or so, with Skulduggery, Valkyrie and Fletcher keeping Iniquitous’ henchmen at bay. And finally Sparky’s sword found purchase. She stabbed through his thigh, making him fall of his feet.
‘Fletcher! Get Skulduggery and Valkyrie out of the room!’ She yelled. Fletcher, not stopping to ask why, teleported them away. Sparky planted her feet firmly on the ground and clapped as hard as she could. Subjugate flew backwards and hit the wall, making it crack. All of the henchmen flew into the glass walls on the other side of room and crashed straight through. Sparky herself, gripped her phone tightly and flew backwards. She curled herself up into a ball in midair and felt her shins connect with a table ledge. She pulled her phone out and called Fletcher, not having enough strength to say anything. For the first time she thought that maybe she had just broken both of her legs. She lay there and saw Fletcher appear. She vaguely remembered Fletcher picking her up and teleporting her back to the medical clinic from hell.
Sparky Braginski sat up. She was reading a Gordon Edgley book, Brain Muncher, again. She had been in the medical bay for two days, and was set to go home in an hour. Valkyrie, Fletcher and Ghastly had visited her. Fletcher walked in.
‘Are you ready to go?’ He asked.
‘I thought I was leaving in another hour.’ She moaned back.
‘Yeah, well I wanted to give you a treat.’ He smiled.
‘I’ll pass.’ Sparky said, lazily. Fletcher disappeared and suddenly Sparky was sitting on a patch of grass underneath the Harbour Bridge. Of course Fletcher had taken her anyway. She sighed. Fletcher was about to say something when he started choking. She thumped his back and he calmed down.
‘What’s wrong?’ She asked, startled. He coughed again and then choked out two words.
‘Tanith. Low.’
Should I do another one?
*shrugs*
I dunno...
Do you like my character?
(If you don't like Sparky, ya don't like me!)
I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work.
Freddy Tiger
Freddy looks about 30 years old has pure white hair and an silver scar like claw marks over his right eye. Speaks in a liver pool accent. He has a dark sense of humor and great with a dagger. His power is that he can control two, unnaturally HUGE! White tigers. He did something to them so they are resisdent to elemental magic.
hi guys
Kwel Christine.
I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work.
Sparky Braginski!
Magic- Sparky (ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![Once again, can't stress that enough]!!!!!!!!!!!!) can make electricity stream out of her fingers, she can make it crackle around her hands so that when she punches someone they get electrocuted, if she claps a powerful shockwave throws everything in every direction off their feet but often hurts Sparky(ME!!!) more than the enemy, can make fireworks to distract the dumber opponents such as zombies, can make electricity run through her(MY) bloodstream making her run faster, when she is aggravated in a large crowd of people she can punch the ground sending a ripple of energy in every direction sending everyone except Sparky herself(ME) flying off their feet, if she splays her hands a weak wave of electricity can jumble brainwaves and send people into confusion she loves doing this in crowded shopping centres during Christmas season for some unknown reason, and the ability to manipulate people.
Appearance- Same 3/4 length jacket as Val's first one, cargo pants, t-shirt colours always red or green or black. Long straight brown hair. Freckles. Freakishly pale skin. Short. Hazel eyes.
Background- Has known about herself being magic at a young age, but unable to find anyone else with magic has trained herself. Was always interested in electricity, thus using that interest to her advantage and very recently (with Fletcher Renn's help) gotten into LOTS of trouble. Entailing, she's been kidnapped four times. Even though she is VERY Australian, she has a Russian/Irish accent with hints of English and Welsh.
Behaviour- Gets angry easily, but takes a lot to make her show it. She is normally good-natured, but can fly into a rage at a moments notice if you aren't paying attention. Often has excellent ideas. (Cause She is me) Never gives in ever. Will always bring something up at the worst times.
Wears a belt, with Makhaira hanging quite obviously from her waist.
Sparky is thirteen, as mentioned in the story. That is all.
Also Sparky (being me, can't remind you of that enough times) has...
Well, y'know FEARS...
Deathly afraid of spiders and *hides head in shame* being *mumbles something*
Everyone else: What?
Being tickled, okay? It renders Sparky (me) completely useless and that scares her(ME) more than anything else in the world. Really.
*runs into near by nursery and takes as many shrubs as possible*
Shop Owner: You can't take those.
Sparky(me!): Oh uh... *looks into shop owners eyes* You are letting me take these so that I can give them to the worlds most honourable cause. Making Derek-The-Golden-God-Landy love me and use Sparky(ME!) as a character.
S.O: KK.
When wet Sparky (ME) has a tendency to shock herself out of lack of control. When she (ME) is wet she can't touch anything because she shocks it by accident, and turning any electrical appliance on while she(ME) is wet makes all the plugs/power points in the room blow up. Sparky (once again ME. THAT IS ME.) swears only when she does something incredibly stupid. Sparky (MEMEMEMEMEME) always has her hair tied up. It varies as to how, but her hair is ALWAYS tied up. She has uncannily good balance naturally. Another thing is that Sparky (Who is me, as I be she and we be each other) is always twitching or fiddling with something. Speaking of explosions, Sparky (me) makes pebbles explode when she's bored. I also keep forgetting about this crucial part of my appearance. Sparky(me) is ALWAYS wearing a scarf. Always. It changes colours, styles and patterns, but she(ME) is ALWAYS wearing a scarf. She(I) wears one to bed, to meals, to the theatre. She never takes them off.
thanks!
i decided to do some villains
I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work.
Is explodingly even a word?
Name: Thora Nightroads
Back story: Over the millennia of magic’s being around, they have left stuff behind, strange enough they always seem to leave them in a treasure chest, a talking paintbrush, or something equally inconvenient. So there is very compromising stuff left behind, and some that can and will instantly prove their existence. And you will find these all over the place, so sadly, finding buried treasure isn't as rare as it sounds. This is where Thora comes in.
Thora came from what seems like thin air, no family, no nationality, she was an Adept, but after leading very rebellious childhood and a series of events in her early teens, which involved twenty different countries' Sanctuaries, a burning minivan, a flock of harpies, and an unfortunate Starbucks in New Jersey (known worldwide as the Fiery Nightingale Affair). Infamous, banned from Pennsylvania and proven guilty, she was given the ultimate sentence. Her magic was permanently taken away from her, branded with a magic suppressing symbol on her back.
After retreating into herself for a year, she came back to her home Sanctuary to “repay for all the trouble caused” as the Archaeologists’ Front.
The job of the Archaeologists’ Front is for the non-magic community, or better said as the one who makes sure that anything reported to be compromising to the magic community was to be reported 'mysteriously missing' at any cost, and moved to the Sanctuary for study and catalogue.
Sometimes when she discovers the random weapon, it might never be reported to the sanctuary. To make a profit she will sell them to ‘whoever may need them’ for quite the price.
Self Defence: A sickle. One that seemed to talk to its founder in Egypt, telling him only two words; "Ignore me". After it 'mysteriously disappeared’ it was never returned to the Sanctuary.
Also, a shotgun. After all, sorcerers are always prepared to fight other sorcerers magic, but they always seem strangely surprised when they find themselves face to face with the barrel of a gun.
Home: None, but when she isn't on a job, she's searching the Australian outback in a white Ute, living in random Motels, and playing with her Ringtail Possum companion, named Blossom.
You're free to edit this as you like Landy. I haven't given her a description but I think it's probobly better that way, you're the author, you create how you see fit.
Cool Nuttermeg!
*feels threatened*
Oh, wait a tic, I forgot the shrubbery!
Um... so, yeah. Oh dear... Plan B.
"IT seems that I don't have IT! Terribly sorry!
...
It."
Rule 1. Yes. I am Australian. Yes I/Sparky is a girl.
Rule 2. I will be the one winner from Australia.
Rule 3. Even though it's only been mentioned once, manipulation of electricity has indeed been used in the book series. I have gone into more depth certainly, but I think it needed to be done.
Rule 4. I have posted it here, like, thirty times. And I'm planning posting it like another thirty THOUSAND times.
Rule 5. I have. I have definitely posted many times.
Rule 6. I have posted that at the beginning of EVERY COMMENT.
Rule 7. Understood. If Derek was doing the tweaking I'd be more than eager to have that done.
Rule 8. ...Well...
Rule 9. Yes?
Rule 10. I did! It was excellent!
I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work.
Sparky Braginski!
Magic- Sparky (ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![Once again, can't stress that enough]!!!!!!!!!!!!) can make electricity stream out of her fingers, she can make it crackle around her hands so that when she punches someone they get electrocuted, if she claps a powerful shockwave throws everything in every direction off their feet but often hurts Sparky(ME!!!) more than the enemy, can make fireworks to distract the dumber opponents such as zombies, can make electricity run through her(MY) bloodstream making her run faster, when she is aggravated in a large crowd of people she can punch the ground sending a ripple of energy in every direction sending everyone except Sparky herself(ME) flying off their feet, if she splays her hands a weak wave of electricity can jumble brainwaves and send people into confusion she loves doing this in crowded shopping centres during Christmas season for some unknown reason, and the ability to manipulate people.
Appearance- Same 3/4 length jacket as Val's first one, cargo pants, t-shirt colours always red or green or black. Long straight brown hair. Freckles. Freakishly pale skin. Short. Hazel eyes.
Background- Has known about herself being magic at a young age, but unable to find anyone else with magic has trained herself. Was always interested in electricity, thus using that interest to her advantage and very recently (with Fletcher Renn's help) gotten into LOTS of trouble. Entailing, she's been kidnapped four times. Even though she is VERY Australian, she has a Russian/Irish accent with hints of English and Welsh.
Behaviour- Gets angry easily, but takes a lot to make her show it. She is normally good-natured, but can fly into a rage at a moments notice if you aren't paying attention. Often has excellent ideas. (Cause She is me) Never gives in ever. Will always bring something up at the worst times.
Wears a belt, with Makhaira hanging quite obviously from her waist.
Sparky is thirteen, as mentioned in the story. That is all.
Also Sparky (being me, can't remind you of that enough times) has...
Well, y'know FEARS...
Deathly afraid of spiders and *hides head in shame* being *mumbles something*
Everyone else: What?
Being tickled, okay? It renders Sparky (me) completely useless and that scares her(ME) more than anything else in the world. Really.
*runs into near by nursery and takes as many shrubs as possible*
Shop Owner: You can't take those.
Sparky(me!): Oh uh... *looks into shop owners eyes* You are letting me take these so that I can give them to the worlds most honourable cause. Making Derek-The-Golden-God-Landy love me and use Sparky(ME!) as a character.
S.O: KK.
When wet Sparky (ME) has a tendency to shock herself out of lack of control. When she (ME) is wet she can't touch anything because she shocks it by accident, and turning any electrical appliance on while she(ME) is wet makes all the plugs/power points in the room blow up. Sparky (once again ME. THAT IS ME.) swears only when she does something incredibly stupid. Sparky (MEMEMEMEMEME) always has her hair tied up. It varies as to how, but her hair is ALWAYS tied up. She has uncannily good balance naturally. Another thing is that Sparky (Who is me, as I be she and we be each other) is always twitching or fiddling with something. Speaking of explosions, Sparky (me) makes pebbles explode when she's bored. I also keep forgetting about this crucial part of my appearance. Sparky(me) is ALWAYS wearing a scarf. Always. It changes colours, styles and patterns, but she(ME) is ALWAYS wearing a scarf. She(I) wears one to bed, to meals, to the theatre. She never takes them off.
I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work.
Jerry the Clown
Jerry is well a clown. His skin is actually chalk white not makeup. He has frizzy green hair and his lips are covered in blood and he has black makeup running at his eyes. He is really fat. He likes to kill kids at the play-center he works at. And his power is his balloon animals came to life!
I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work!
Name- Bilge Bedlam.
Appearance- Very tufty light blonde hair. Slightly chubby, but not enough to hamper movement in any way. Has a round face, with very wide, childish green eyes. Likes to wear bright clothing in an attempt to draw attention to himself.
Personality- Taken literally, his name means "Clumsy Nonsense." This a very accurate description of his personality. He always seems to stumbling over things, and has a tendency for spouting nonsense at any one who will listen. Most people seem to think he's a pathological liar, but a surprising amount of his verbal vomit is true. He is very bubbly, and strangely likeable despite his constant blithering.
Magic- Bilge is an Adept with a very subtle but very useful ability. His ability allows him transfer certain personality traits and mannerism of his own onto other people. He can transfer his tendency to blather and blurt out information onto other people, leading to them revealing important information.
Job- I'm not sure if this part is necessary, but he works for a Sanctuary (New Zealand if possible, but if the story requires otherwise, then so be it :D ) as an Intelligence Operative. He uses his ability to gather information from witnesses of certain events, or he uses it to make suspects speak up on what they've done.
P.S. In response to Rule 10, I say that your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!
Awesome character Scapegoat! I like that character!
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Nuttermeg. Cool username.
(Just realised how that comment sounded)
Guuuh... *palm, meet face, face meet palm*
cool picture, i want it...
NUTTERMEG YOU ARE ONE OF THE ENLIGHTENED!!!!
HETALIA FOREVER!!!!!
And I quote:
'I just wanted to see the twisted look on your face when you begging for mercy.'
I AM RUSSIA!!!!
Thanks Nuttermeg :D Have you entered?
Yep! It's somewhere up there... Her name is Thora Nightroads.
Oh and, yep Sparky! 'Make Pasta, Not War!' I recognised Braginski as soon as I saw it!
Oh yeah. I'm happy now!
Except I've only seen Axis...
I hereby give my golden god
Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it to into his brain-exploding brilliant work.
(I am Aussie by the way.)
Lisle Rogue
Born in Germany Lisle studied symbolism and moved to Ireland to further her studies. After mastering symbolism she wandered around the magic community searching deep in to the rumors and lies roaming around it. Interested in the Death Bringer and Darquesse, she has kept in touch with some necromancers and bloodthirsty killers who might have an idea where the secrets lay.
Lisle Rogue has wild auburn hair with royal blue eyes and pale soft skin which hides her physical strength. She is in her early 80’s and is naturally beautiful. She fancy’s hanging around with unsocial killers and can be very dangerous at times, so beware!
She has been recently traveling around the world researching who darquesse is and once she finds out she will do anything to make sure Valkyrie ruins the world.
I hope you liked it.
Hey Sparky,
I read the rest of your story just now. It's great!
Thanks for putting Lyra in there. I've already said this but you should definately be an writer.
I hope you win this comp!! You are amazing!
Really? But you entered!
And... Thanks. *not sure how to respond*
*blushes*
Yeah I've entered two characters. But only once each.
And you totally deserve to win! The shear amount of times you've posted is worthy of some kind of prize!!
*laughs good-naturedly*
The hardest part of writing that, was finding different words...
Yeah I know what you mean.
I get to the point where I know there's another word for a professional sword fighter but I can't remember for the life of me what it is!
That's why I love the internet!
I was thinking, are we allowed to be posting all this random stuff or is this supposed to be just competition entries?
@Izz, ...
I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work.
Sparky Braginski!
Magic- Sparky (ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![Once again, can't stress that enough]!!!!!!!!!!!!) can make electricity stream out of her fingers, she can make it crackle around her hands so that when she punches someone they get electrocuted, if she claps a powerful shockwave throws everything in every direction off their feet but often hurts Sparky(ME!!!) more than the enemy, can make fireworks to distract the dumber opponents such as zombies, can make electricity run through her(MY) bloodstream making her run faster, when she is aggravated in a large crowd of people she can punch the ground sending a ripple of energy in every direction sending everyone except Sparky herself(ME) flying off their feet, if she splays her hands a weak wave of electricity can jumble brainwaves and send people into confusion she loves doing this in crowded shopping centres during Christmas season for some unknown reason, and the ability to manipulate people.
Appearance- Same 3/4 length jacket as Val's first one, cargo pants, t-shirt colours always red or green or black. Long straight brown hair. Freckles. Freakishly pale skin. Short. Hazel eyes.
Background- Has known about herself being magic at a young age, but unable to find anyone else with magic has trained herself. Was always interested in electricity, thus using that interest to her advantage and very recently (with Fletcher Renn's help) gotten into LOTS of trouble. Entailing, she's been kidnapped four times. Even though she is VERY Australian, she has a Russian/Irish accent with hints of English and Welsh.
Behaviour- Gets angry easily, but takes a lot to make her show it. She is normally good-natured, but can fly into a rage at a moments notice if you aren't paying attention. Often has excellent ideas. (Cause She is me) Never gives in ever. Will always bring something up at the worst times.
Wears a belt, with Makhaira hanging quite obviously from her waist.
Sparky is thirteen, as mentioned in the story. That is all.
Also Sparky (being me, can't remind you of that enough times) has...
Well, y'know FEARS...
Deathly afraid of spiders and *hides head in shame* being *mumbles something*
Everyone else: What?
Being tickled, okay? It renders Sparky (me) completely useless and that scares her(ME) more than anything else in the world. Really.
*runs into near by nursery and takes as many shrubs as possible*
Shop Owner: You can't take those.
Sparky(me!): Oh uh... *looks into shop owners eyes* You are letting me take these so that I can give them to the worlds most honourable cause. Making Derek-The-Golden-God-Landy love me and use Sparky(ME!) as a character.
S.O: KK.
When wet Sparky (ME) has a tendency to shock herself out of lack of control. When she (ME) is wet she can't touch anything because she shocks it by accident, and turning any electrical appliance on while she(ME) is wet makes all the plugs/power points in the room blow up. Sparky (once again ME. THAT IS ME.) swears only when she does something incredibly stupid. Sparky (MEMEMEMEMEME) always has her hair tied up. It varies as to how, but her hair is ALWAYS tied up. She has uncannily good balance naturally. Another thing is that Sparky (Who is me, as I be she and we be each other) is always twitching or fiddling with something. Speaking of explosions, Sparky (me) makes pebbles explode when she's bored. I also keep forgetting about this crucial part of my appearance. Sparky(me) is ALWAYS wearing a scarf. Always. It changes colours, styles and patterns, but she(ME) is ALWAYS wearing a scarf. She(I) wears one to bed, to meals, to the theatre. She never takes them off.
I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work."
Name-Arimus Dirgbsy
Ghost
The soul of headmaster at a comprehensive school in England
was killed by a renment possessed person the at the outbreak in Kerry (the outbreak before the one in mortal coil) Haunts the world trying to find people from the magical community so he can find out how he died and therefore rest in piece. (he was taking a trip to Kerry when he was killed)
Haha!
I've been trying my best not to say lol when I'm on the internet but it really is hard!
I don't remember why I started it....
Probably because people saying lol annoys me. So I decided to lead by example!
I'm a leader!!
I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work.
Name-Gregory Botch Age-21
He has no magic (:o) but both his parents are dead (they were killed by the renments in mortal coil) he works as an assistant to ghastly as he is very good at making clothes and boots ect.
We are getting closer to a new page.....
I hereby give my Golden God, Derek Landy, full rights to take this character and adapt it into his brain-explodingly brilliant work.
Sparky Braginski!
Magic- Sparky (ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![Once again, can't stress that enough]!!!!!!!!!!!!) can make electricity stream out of her fingers, she can make it crackle around her hands so that when she punches someone they get electrocuted, if she claps a powerful shockwave throws everything in every direction off their feet but often hurts Sparky(ME!!!) more than the enemy, can make fireworks to distract the dumber opponents such as zombies, can make electricity run through her(MY) bloodstream making her run faster, when she is aggravated in a large crowd of people she can punch the ground sending a ripple of energy in every direction sending everyone except Sparky herself(ME) flying off their feet, if she splays her hands a weak wave of electricity can jumble brainwaves and send people into confusion she loves doing this in crowded shopping centres during Christmas season for some unknown reason, and the ability to manipulate people.
Appearance- Same 3/4 length jacket as Val's first one, cargo pants, t-shirt colours always red or green or black. Long straight brown hair. Freckles. Freakishly pale skin. Short. Hazel eyes.
Background- Has known about herself being magic at a young age, but unable to find anyone else with magic has trained herself. Was always interested in electricity, thus using that interest to her advantage and very recently (with Fletcher Renn's help) gotten into LOTS of trouble. Entailing, she's been kidnapped four times. Even though she is VERY Australian, she has a Russian/Irish accent with hints of English and Welsh.
Behaviour- Gets angry easily, but takes a lot to make her show it. She is normally good-natured, but can fly into a rage at a moments notice if you aren't paying attention. Often has excellent ideas. (Cause She is me) Never gives in ever. Will always bring something up at the worst times.
Wears a belt, with Makhaira hanging quite obviously from her waist.
Sparky is thirteen, as mentioned in the story. That is all.
Also Sparky (being me, can't remind you of that enough times) has...
Well, y'know FEARS...
Deathly afraid of spiders and *hides head in shame* being *mumbles something*
Everyone else: What?
Being tickled, okay? It renders Sparky (me) completely useless and that scares her(ME) more than anything else in the world. Really.
*runs into near by nursery and takes as many shrubs as possible*
Shop Owner: You can't take those.
Sparky(me!): Oh uh... *looks into shop owners eyes* You are letting me take these so that I can give them to the worlds most honourable cause. Making Derek-The-Golden-God-Landy love me and use Sparky(ME!) as a character.
S.O: KK.
When wet Sparky (ME) has a tendency to shock herself out of lack of control. When she (ME) is wet she can't touch anything because she shocks it by accident, and turning any electrical appliance on while she(ME) is wet makes all the plugs/power points in the room blow up. Sparky (once again ME. THAT IS ME.) swears only when she does something incredibly stupid. Sparky (MEMEMEMEMEME) always has her hair tied up. It varies as to how, but her hair is ALWAYS tied up. She has uncannily good balance naturally. Another thing is that Sparky (Who is me, as I be she and we be each other) is always twitching or fiddling with something. Speaking of explosions, Sparky (me) makes pebbles explode when she's bored. I also keep forgetting about this crucial part of my appearance. Sparky(me) is ALWAYS wearing a scarf. Always. It changes colours, styles and patterns, but she(ME) is ALWAYS wearing a scarf. She(I) wears one to bed, to meals, to the theatre. She never takes them off.
Wanna WIN.
Bad.
1st.
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