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Tyler watched the boy move to his table. "Eat up kid, I know you wanna be big and strong like me someday", Tyler said.

"Maybe having this kid along during the mission wouldn't hurt too much", Tyler thought.

Fleeing into the city the twin brothers entered a small alleyway.

"I told you, not to show off!" Darean yelled at his brother.

"Cmon' Dare, if I remember correctly your the show off." Damien replied as a strange memories flooded his skull. Shaking off the intrusive memories Damien rounded on his brother. "I almost killed you once."

"Yeah, I know. That's the strange dream we both had."

"It was so vivid though."

"Shut-up it was just a stupid a dream get back to reality."

Stepping infront of a fenced in warehouse, Darean took out his bow. With precise aiming he stuck an arrow in the below the only window, signaling their job was complete. Tommarow their payment would be under an upside down dog dish just like it always was.

"Shall we go get something to eat?" Darean asked.

"Your buying." Damien replied with a smile.

Two dark figures stood in an alleyway next to a bar that was a favorite haunt of the Archmages soldiers. They had waited for almost three hours before their mark came out. He was a low level sargeant of the secret police and finding out that information had set the twins back a month in their secret war.

A phantom itch spread across Damien Cross's face as his fingers traced his imaginary scar. He knew his face should be a hideous mass of scar tissue, sewn together by an insane face doctor. Damien ran his fingers over his left eyebrow and he could still feel the metal plate that should have been there.

"Brother tell me again, how I almost killed you?" Damien asked his brother Derean.

"Shut-up and focus on what we have to do.", Darean scolded his brother.

Darean and Damien were well known to the criminal element around Paragon City. They were considered heroes by a few and monsters by many more. They were skilled assasins. Killing without remorse. Killing with a purpose.

They had been hired by an unknown source to take out this lowly peon this morning and only this morning. Shadowing their prey through twisting and turning alleyways they had finally reached a spot where the heinous act could be done.

Sticking out their gloved hands they began the precise process of paper-rock-scissors. Damien smiled.

"Well little brother looks like I win again." Damien teased.

"Just get it over quick and no flashy fireworks this time." Darean told his brother.

Quickly running through a series of alleyways Damien positioned himself so that he would intercept his prey. Pulling out a cigerette Damien chanted a few words and lit the tip. He slowly and carefully walked past the sargeant.

"Hey fella, you don't got anymore of those do you?", the sargeant asked.

"Yeah I do." Damien replied.

"Mind if I bum one?"

"Nah its cool, do you need a light?"

"Of course.", said the sargeant as he placed the cig between his fat lips. Damien cupped his hands and moved towards the victim. With deadly precision he chanted his power words and covered the mans face with his hands. Searing fire burn't the mans face off, leaving nothing but a cracked open, smoking skull.

As the man fell to the wet pavement, Darean dropped a card, with their signature Cross on it, at the mans feet. "You were marked by the Cross, you were burnt by the Cross, you died by the Cross." Darean recited.

With their act completed the brothers disappeared into the bustling city.

(OOC- reread and edited my post so i can be on the right time frame with paragon)

Seeing the others fill their plates, Tyler went for the table. Grabbing two plates for each hand Tyler began shoveling the food on. Finding an empty table, Tyler placed his four plates of food down.

"Bon .......whatever they say?", Tyler said while packing his mouth, like a one size-to-small Uhual trailer, with food.

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"and an anthropomorphic cow manned the bar.
In addition to the bar was a full service buffet run by an anthrophomorphic bear.


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OOC: Way too big of words.

Tyler looked around the room. "Do we gotta kill our own meat?" Tyler asked looking at the cow and bear.

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She stood, and looked at the group, challenging them to contradict Danny's right to be a part of this fight.


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"Fine Kitty Cat, but the boy is your responsiblility. He dies and its his blood on your hands. Can you live with that?" Tyler said.

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"Nothing but a fool's errand." Amilia sighed, and for the first time in years, dropped her illusion.


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"Holy, dog food. The ******'s a Kitty too. Well, Hello Kitty Street Adventures." Tyler said rubbing his face with his basketball size hands.

"Of course the child is staying with Fang." Tyler said. "Not that I care whether he goes or not. He just better not slow me down. Now where is this restruant, Mr. Richman, you was talking about."

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"I've m'own weapons. Shannon, Tyler? What d'you guys think?"


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"What do I think?" Tyler asked. "I think his freak better change back to his normal appearance before I whoop my own [censored]. As far as weapons go, I was born with my weapons."

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He didn't have anything, no money no food, but he knew on the street alone he was easy prey for Skulls, Hellions, or the monsters in the sewers. He scampered over to the group of misfits and grabbed a hold of Tyler's hand hiding behind him shyly.


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Tyler looked down at the Kid holding his hand. Something inside Tyler gave way and a flood of emotions rose to the surface. "Let go of my hand, Kid! I ain't your momma that you can cuddle with. THe only reason I saved you was because a gang attacked you, not because I like you. Hell, I don't even like anyone in this alleyway. But... the man has a point something needs to be done. Something drastic.I can't save the Edge myself nor do I really even care. This world is all about getting what you can. So I say, yes. Let's do something. First thing first though, Mr. Richman, I dont work on an empty stomach and I'm sure the Kid here doesn't either.

Tyler was angry. He could easily try to kill everyone in the alleyway. He might even walk away from it. More then likely he would be in a hospital nursing sprains or worse he would be sent back to the zig.

"I don't like it. I don't like that your freak touched me. I dont like that kitty hissed at me. I don't like your suit. I just dont like it." Tyler said.

Tyler didn't move from his spot, maybe it would be worht something to hear this man out.

"F'in rich gangbangers trying to kill f'in poorer gangbangers." Tyler spat out. "That's all you are. Just another gangbanger rapeing the Edge. Kid, I dont know your name but if I find out your in a gang and I stopped a gang hit.... let's just say it won't pretty."

"As for the rest of you all, go find that rock you climbed out from under and climb back in. You all make sick, running around with your pathetic group of friends. Calling yourselfs protecters of the Edge. You all should be conered and shot. Half this cities heroes are corrupted, half the villains insane, and I'm stuck in the only place where neither will go. Now if you will excuse me, I need to go put a sub shop out of business." Tyler said with a smile as he walked toward the rich old man.

Tyler finished his sample plate. The meat felt good in his stomach even if the taste wasn't the best. Grabbing the the trash for the Conly's, Tyler headed out to the alley garbage cans.

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"There he is.. That’s the Harrison boy,” one said stepping into the light. He was wearing a mask with piercing red goggles on top of the olive uniform. He was their leader.
"Records show this boy was adopted." Another said, but Danny wasn't worried about them knowing everything about him or how, he was worried about the guns they were carrying that were gleaming black in the dim back alley light.
"His blood isn't the same as the parents,” he continued. The other scoffed,
"Then he's no use to us, and he's seen enough,” the leader said leveling his gun to point at Danny.


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Tyler usaully didn't get involved too much in Edge politics but this boy was being run down by a gang. Tyler hated gangs. Tyler hated gangs more then starving. Tyler hated gangs more then Tyler hated anything.

Grabbing the trash can Tyler chucked it and the apparent gang leader. Tyler smiled as the can wrapped itself around the gang leader. One less ganger on the streets of the edge. Tyler grabbed the second can and hucked it at the other gang member who was in the light. Tyler winced as the can flew over the gangers head and a car alarm sounded in the background. Oh well, one less ganger car on the streets of the Edge.

"Mess with the boy and I'll find your families, and make them wish they woulda aborted you when they had the chance!!" Tyler yelled at the remaining gang members. Just to emphasize his point Tyler stepped into the light, or rather pulled a street lamp down to shine on his massive frame.

Now that Tyler had ridiculed most of the Gangbangers in this area it was time to eat and he was starving. Sniffing the air Tyler could practically smell the butchers shop almost a block away. In all reality Tyler and the butcher had always been good friends even after Tyler became Two Ton Tyler. Tyler increased his pace as his mouth became flooded with drool.

Old Man Conly was a strict old buzzard. Always forcing his two boys to work the counter and slaughter the animals. Tyler remembered Ted the oldest having so many rules to live by, it was natural that he became a lawyer. Only Ted couldn't represent people who knew him as the Butcher's boy, so Ted became the best prosecuter this town ever saw. Tim, Ted's younger brother still ran the butcher shop, with his four boys. Jake the oldest, James the brightest, Joseph the religous freak, and Jesse the youngest and probally the best damn butcher's assistant since the original Old Man Conly.

When Tyler pushed the doors open, he was happy to see Jake's and Jesse's asain faces.

"Hey dad, Triple T is in the hizzy." Jesse said.

"What be a hizzy, lad?" Tim said.

Tyler loved the mix of red headed irish boys with asian faces. It made him laugh every time he came in here.

"Shiat, Pops hizzy is what we live in for reazzy." Jesse said.

"No shizzy." Jesse said while flashing the west coast sign.

"I can'nae understand des ladd'ies, they be speakin' the ebonics in skewl." Tim said.

Tyler chuckled as he inspected the meat. "Can I get four pounds of pidgeon, two pounds of rat and some ground sewer alligator?"

"Ack man, why ye be always askin fer that?" Tim replied. "Ye know we only sell quality meats here, sides the pidgeon is in the back."

Both men shared a great laugh while the boys ran around to get Tyler's usual order.

"That'll be 234.49 Triple T." Jesse said while wrapping the last full chicken.

"Umm....funny story....I lost my wallet in a fight last night. Any chance I can put it on my tab, you know im good for it?" Tyler said smiling.

All three Conly's enjoyed a laugh as they said in unison "No."

"Ughh can I get a sample...please im really hungry." Tyler begged.

"Please ****** this aint a soup kitchen, for reazzy." Jesse replied.

"Get a job, Triple T ain't no one like a broke [censored] cracker." Jake said sarcasticly.

"Boy's ye can'nae be talkin to de customers like this. Even if Tyler is a broke [censored] cracker. Jessie laddy, get out friend Tyler some of yesterdays meat. Take it upstairs and cook it real good."

"Thanks Tim. I owe you."

"Don't ye fret none Tyler, ye can always pay us without money. Remember that new sub shop opening up down yonder. Conly's Cuts is the only place people in the edge can get good sammich meat if ye be knowin what I mean?"

"Damn you Fang!! It's Triple T. Not Two Ton. I ain't gonna tell you 'gain." Tyler teased." Damn straight you'll cook me dinner putty tat, unless your scared of the big bad buzzer? As for you Needle, better get lost before Shannen Doherty, over dere', get's all Scare Tatics on you?"

When Tyler was all done talking he turned his back toward Shannon. Raising his arm in victory and raising his middle finger in defiance.

"F'in gangbangin losers" Tyler mumbled as he walked away.

Tyler was lucky he shielded his eyes and groan with a his basket ball size hands. Had a needle pierced those delicate parts Tyler would be feeling it for days. It was strange how his powers worked. He could heal from almost any fatal blow in a matter of minutes maybe even seconds but a sprained ankle took days unless he made it worse. Lots of people took advantage of that and used less then lethal force on the big man. His other power was truly a gift though. He was stronger then most on the streets except from Bruiser.

"Way to go Over da Edge, retards" Tyler said as he clapped his meaty hands together. "I guess you girls want the family to move in."

Tyler knew he was pushing the envelope but he hadn't been in a fight since yesterday. "Want me to take out the Ziggy trash, Fang? Only cost a meal." Tyler said while licking his lips.

I really need to getr off my meds, cause I'm reading this forum and your all talking about Drow schoolin, Egyptian Gods, odd pictures, and somehow it all fits together really nice.

Tylers crawl down the fire escape had left his hands and knees bloody. Resting against the wall Tyler watched in a stupor as his hands and knee healed. Figuring that he was hole again Tyler steadied himself against the wall as he raised his bulk. With his broken ankle seemingly healed Tyler took stock of what he had on him. Bloodstained jeans, ripped t-shirt, and two one-size-to-small tennis shoes. Of course with Tyler everything was one-size-to-small.

Peering to his left Tyler saw Shannon the Fang, eyeing his surroundings. Tyler wondered if Shannon would ever give him an invitation to the gang again. It didn't really matter but with a back as big as Tyler's it would be nice having some one watch it.

(OOC Tylers nick name is Two Ton Tyler...or TTT(triple t))

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Their little argument was cut short, however, but gunshots from a passing car towards some gangbangers across the street.
"Oh god another hit," Mo said, grimacing.
But it didn't stop there. The car screeched to a halt and several well dressed men in fedoras stepped out of the vehicle and began literally shooting everything in sight.

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The gunshots woke Tyler from his perch on a nearby fire escape. How he had gotten up so high on the fire escape with his broken ankle was a mystery to him. His mouth tasted of stale liqour and blood. Last thing he remembered was fighting against them dyne users. This was his turf if anyone was going to push drugs it would be him.

Tyler reached for his little magic flask that he always stored in his coat pocket. It was gone. Tyler checked the back of his pants for his wallet. It was also missing.

"Great, what else can go wrong?" Tyler said while attempting to stand up. That's when the pain is his broken ankle reached his brain. Collasping back on to the fire escape, Tyler sighed.

Tyler started to crawl to the stairs on the fire escape. If he was going to get his flask and his wallet back he would have to find who took it and that meant getting down eight stories of fire escape on his hands and knees.

I was told by my sixth grade band teacher:

"The world of music would be better off if you put down your instrument and picked up sports"


So I lettered in Football, Wrestling, Baseball and Track and Field for the next 7 years.

and btw....crutches suck [censored]

Here is an odd tidbit---

Anyone ever been published or does anyone write besides on forums. I have never been pusblished but I love writing.

I work two jobs both of them having somewhat a hero taste to them...

Private invistagator and Loss Prevention District manager for a large retail store....

PS. Anyone a doctor and do u amke house calls??

Oh yeah....well Autumn Rayne was technically a character made by a friend of mine.......but Cross Wind is my creation....and Cross Wind is basically like billyboy spoiled and everything with great parents...................



BUT ISN"T PYSCHO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ya know she's a good girl

Since no one is posting and I'm really bored with my broken foot. Ima gonna post....since nobody realy knows my characters I'll start with some you might know...

Osmos---from SV101 had a dad that beat him mother ran off with poolguy or something

Chris "Cool Mint" Coffey, AKA Cross Guard: has loving middle class parents...dad is a Mill Worker and Mom runs the local pta and school booster

Cross Fire: Had parents they died...he raised his twin brother and little sister...........more to come on that

She offered the armored man an opening and he took it. His fist came up hitting her in the stomach. Her exo-skeleton charred a little bit but that pain was bearable. The force of the armored man's punch caught her off gaurd a little bit. She hadn't suspected a man to be so powerful.

Gathering her sense quickly she rolled down the armored mans arm. Landing close enough to him to see his charred armor she launched a spike into his armpit, at the same time launching another spike deep into the back of his knee.

She smiled. This fight was over before it began.

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"Do you think you are a match for the Champion of Hell." He asked as he chuckled again.

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She looked at the man in the armor. "You are just a man in a suit of armor, afraid to face the real world.", she said bluntly. "On my home planet, It would be right to kill you for striking at me. Here on this planet it is pleasure."

She lashed out with her spikes hopeful she would pierce his armor. This man was no match for her, after all he was just a man.

The man standing next to her in the uniform had addressed her. Angered that a male was addressing her she knew that what he said had no bearing on the battle unfolding in this Coliseum. She watched as the spider like humans attacked the clown like fencers. If she wasn't participating this might be fun to watch. Across the arena was a dark clad armored figure. Judgeing by its size and its broad shoulders it was most likely a male. Humans are such a wasteful species throwing away all there genetic codes for sport. She would ablige them after all this is what paid for her meals.

Flexing her legs muscles she leaped into the air, her inertia dampened by result of her fathers genetic code. She landed infront of the armored male. Gathering the nearby photons in the air around herself she cloaked her self in darkness. "Time to die Mudcrawler", she said to the armored male.

The vibrations of the excited crowd made her uncomfortable. The bright lights hanging from the rafters nearly blinded her. Here she was being forced to fight, not for the right to mate with the perfect male but for entertainment. Fights like this weren't unheard of on her home planet, just very rare.

Females on her home planet ruled with an iron fist. They selected males from centuries of strict genetic testing to breed with. She was an abomination in her cultures eyes. Her mother had mated with an inferior species and she was the result. Sure her father had some rather unique abilities, he could fly, was resistant to most types of damage, and on a side note could use kinetic energy to enhance himself. He was a hero of earth or so he said. Her mother had fallen in love with him but had lost the right to mate with him in a fierce battle. Unfortunately for her, the battle was just a formality as she was already growing in her mothers wound.

Like most of her kind she was short for earth standards, but a giant on her home planet. Standing nearly five foot tall, her white hair cascaded down to her waist. Her dull grey exo-skeleton contrasted greatly to the blue stripe painted on it. Her forearms extended her peoples deadly poisonous spikes, as did the back of her calfs. She had been told that she was as beautiful as she was deadly.

So here she was, a Cross Breed, fighting make believe battles, on an inferior planet all because her mom wanted to make it, with an alien.

(OK fixed it)