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Young Justice(Remake)

Superboy sighed, throwing open his closet and grabbing the closest article of clothing - his usual long-sleeved black shirt, with the large red 'S' in the middle. Sliding it onto his muscular form, the boy switched out of his sweatpants, zipping on blue jeans and some black converse. The boxing tape followed shortly after, being thrown onto the floor.

Pokemon: A New Generation

Gray suddenly glanced up, dark eyes narrowing as he felt something...wrong with the atmosphere. The boy was standing in a large crater near the entrance of Mount Moon, hands resting calmly in his pockets as he stood on the unconscious figure of the Rocket member who had attempted to mug him not even a second earlier. Let's just say that a quick, powerful kick to the throat dissuaded that foolish thought almost immediately.

"Unbelievable..." He murmured in annoyance, watching a small group of Rocket members squabble into the mountain with a large sack, which most-likely held a body, or bodies. Gray sighed, suddenly dashing forward, keeping to the shadows as he followed the Rockets.

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Superboy's eyes widened at the voice invading his thoughts, and the boy forcibly closed it off, having been notified of telepaths by his adopted father. After a second, however, he released the iron grip he had on his mind, and began thinking again. '...Yeah, apparently.' His electric blue eyes returned to the hallway, and he stopped once the rooms came into sight.

"I'll be getting showered." He said to the group, opening the door to his room, and entering. His door shut and locked promptly after.

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Superboy raised an eyebrow, giving the girl a brief nod, but otherwise staying quiet. He didn't really talk much with strangers - he knew the Wisp guy a bit due to them being the first ones on the team, but otherwise, he usually kept to himself. 'Beefcakes?' He mentally asked in annoyance, but other than a slight twitching of his raised eyebrow, the boy didn't react.

Young Justice(Remake)

Hey guys, I'm going to the zoo in a few minutes, so see ya later~

Young Justice(Remake)

Superboy seemed only slightly surprised at the sudden appearance of the female. It did say someone with a feminine name early. With a sigh, the boy followed after the two, tying the towel around his shoulders. He had left his shirt back at the training room, but he could hopefully go and get it sometime later. His normal frown returned to his face.

Young Justice(Remake)

I hope you have a nice rest. ^^

Dante's Inferno rp

Sorry about the 'power' part. I was working on two characters at the same time!

Dante's Inferno rp

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Name: Formerly Devon, now Aleksander Vitonoz

Age: Twenty-One. (21)

Bio: Life threw Devon a gigantic middle finger, even at birth. The child was seemingly abandoned on the darkened urban streets of New York, when the criminal underbelly squandered the streets, and where the scum of the earth festered in their own crap. He was lying there, in an alley, for a whole day...right behind that familiar old trashcan that stunk of rotten fish and molded bread. His health was deteriorating from the brisk coldness, and any hobo who found the baby did nothing but laugh psychotically at it with a pointed finger. The baby's emotions were haywire; it was hungry, cold, tired. Whilst laying in the gutters, the 2-day old baby was sobbing it's little heart out. There was absolutely no hope for it to survive. That is, until something happened. A hobo actually examined the noise, and to his drunken surprise, it was a hairless little snot! Wrapped in an extremely fluffy, and only slightly dirty quilt that would do a heavenly job of keeping the coldness away.

He was found, not too long after, by the master of the criminal underbelly; ex-Spetznaz, and now full-time Russian mafia leader Vincent Vitonoz. No one knows why the powerful man, both physically, mentally, and politically, decided to adopt the child. It may be because the shred of humanity that he still had pulsed, or it may be because he was sterile, and couldn't bear a worthwhile heir. Regardless, the man took Devon into his mansion, naming the boy Aleksander, or Aleks for short, and teaching him the ways of a criminal; how to handle a knife, pistol, and garrote. The boy blossomed under the man's tutelage; both physically and mentally becoming the serrated steel blade that later on became his trademark. Years of infamy and murder came back to bite the twenty-one year old in the ass, however, when he was finally assassinated after being drugged and paralyzed...

Pokemon: A New Generation

Gray rested his gloves hands in his pockets, heading towards the East exit of Pewter City. The path eastwards was rather rocky and dusty, and it seemed a tad barren, other than a few trees as you headed deeper into the Route. As a precaution, seeing as he could see a few Pokemon trooping around, Gray allowed his two Pokemon to come free. The two large Pokemon, combined with the tall, mysterious figure of Gray, made for an intimidating sight, as they made their way into the Route.

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"Halt! I challenge you to a battle!" A rather large, overweight Hiker yelled, leaping from the undergrowth. Gray merely arched an eyebrow, Gible walking forward and readying itself for the battle.

"Silent, huh? Go Geodude! Defense Curl!"

A stony Geodude leapt from the hiker's Poke-Ball, settling itself into the dust and focusing intently. Meanwhile, Gray shook his head. "Take Down." He whispered simply, and Gible charged forward, crashing against the Geodude and launching it towards the side of the mountain. "Dragon Rage." A large, powerful beam of draconic energy blasted from Gible's mind, slamming against the airborne Geodude and forcing it at least a feet into the mountainside. Needless to say, it was knocked out.

"..." Gray took the money from the Hiker's shocked hands, and began walking down the rocky terrain once more.