he holds his hands up in mock surrender, ‘ easy there tiger, i was reaching for a bottled water. your potstickers are safe from me -- i prefer all my limbs attached to my body.’ 

“I’m sorry. You know I like you and all, but if you touch my potstickers, you will lose a hand.”

TVD Forever Meme || [1/8] Characters 

↳ Stefan Salvatore 

' ---- that must have been one hell of a shitty thing to come back to. ‘

         “ The man you are referring to is Simon Morrison, I was out of the country for a few years and he assumed my Identity. I am indeed a lawyer, I am not a psychopath though. I am Adrian Chase.”

We choose our own path. Our own values and our actions, they define who we are.

‘ just peachy. ‘ he winces, turning his head slightly to spit out the blood that had been pooling, onto the pavement. wasn’t the first punch he’d taken, and probably wouldn’t be the last --- his sharp tongue made sure of it. there’s a slight shrug of the shoulders as he wipes his mouth on his sleeve, his attention drifting back towards the girl. ‘ but i've had worse, so i’ll count this as a WIN . ‘

it’s not especially unusual for isabelle to come across someone in need of her powers when she’s not asclepius. she can usually manage something without them catching on, it isn’t difficult. just keep them distracted, keep them distracted. “are you alright?” she asks, concern evident in her voice, hands practically shaking in anticipation to help. to feel the rush of being good. 

    a brow twitches upwards slightly in curiosity as he eyes the girl in front of him.     ‘ it sounds like you’d save yourself a lot of trouble to just cut the guy off. ‘     he dismisses it with a wave of the hand (as if cutting off your father was the easiest thing in the world).    ‘  if he can’t respect your boundaries, what’s the point in having him around? ‘

          “you’d think that, at twenty-five years of age and a shed load of military experience beyond what one would normally have, would be enough to get your father to back off, but… nope,” lucy shook her head, immediately regretting the movement as a wave of nausea hit. she sighed. “i’m starting to think i need to learn another language just to tell him no… again.”

‘ shit happens, but the world keeps spinning anyways.’ he shrugs, casually tossing the sparkling bauble he’d picked up to the side. he had given up on questioning peoples reasons for silly things like this long ago.  ‘ believe it or not, i used to love christmas back when i had a reason to celebrate. now it just seems like another hallmark holiday more focused on greed and who has the best decorations. ‘

“a couple nights ago people were literally exploding, and today everyone is just dusting off their christmas ornaments and wrapping presents,” she mumbles, eyeing the big christmas tree at the mall. “why is christmas so important? i do not understand the fuss…”

I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you Take me back to the night we met I don't know what I'm supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of you

The Night We Met, Lord Huron (via mothcountry)

   ‘ --- bit warm for my tastes.’  there was a lazy shrug as he took another drag from his cigarette, eyes flickering from the outline of a few buildings in flames to the figure. he thought seeing the place he grew up engulfed in devastation would at least elicit a small response, but he was entirely unimpressed. central city hadn’t been called home in a long time, that person had died in the accident. this was just another pompeii returning to ash. he tossed what was left of the smoldering end away from the car he was perched on the hood of, not bothering to put it out first. the city was already in havoc, what was the point? ‘ but i guess if you squint a little, it’s kind of beautiful. ‘

                 covered in dirt and debris, harley’s blue eyes watched in awe as chaos rained upon the streets of central city. this wasn’t her home, per say, not in the way gotham always would be, but they were the streets she had come to know. the rough asphalt of the roads, the contrast of old brick buildings and modern glass skyscrapers, even the faint smell of liquor from the nearby bar. it had all become so familiar to her. and so, while everyone else rushed around her, mayhem bleeding into the streets, harley looked on with an awestruck look of fascination. ❛ ya’ gotta admit— ❜ she murmured, eyes not leaving the pandemonium in front of her. ❛ it’s kinda breathtaking. in a fire an’ brimstone kinda way. ❜

[ paul wesley ] just checked back into central city. oh wait, that’s actually [ elijah wolfe ]. the database tells me that they are [ 28 ] and that they spend their time working as an [ assassin ]. however, under the mask of darkness they are also known as [ blackbird ] with the power(s) of [ electrokinesis, loa training, military background. ]. word on the street is that they are [ cunning ] and [ arrogant ], hopefully that will come in handy.

he’s originally from central city, born and raised.

when the particle accelerator exploded he’d been on his way home from work. the blast surprised him, causing him to swerve and hit a telephone pole. it fell onto his car, electrocuting him and stopping his heart at the exact moment he was hit with a blast of dark matter. when he woke up he discovered he had the power of electrokinesis.

it wasn’t easy learning to get his newfound abilities under control. any time he had any kind of strong emotion he’d start sparking up like a bolt of lightning. the worst of it came when he got into a bar fight. it was stupid and meaningless, he flirted with a girl who unknowingly to him had a boyfriend who happened to be standing behind him. it wasn’t the first time he’d gotten himself into a situation like this, but it was the first with his powers. one simple push after his adrenaline start flowing and the other guy was dead.

the police were called and he was led off in handcuffs, but instead of serving jail time he was approached by a covert government organization that recruited him into the military. they were creating a black ops unit of super soldiers that already had powers. in exchange for working with them they offered him his freedom, a clean slate. (a promise he later found out they never intended to keep). during one of their more, ahem, unsanctioned missions they came under enemy fire and the plane crashed into a tibetan mountain range. he was the sole survivor.

he was recruited into the league of assassins after they discovered him laying in a pile of rubble near nanda parbat, broken and bleeding. his powers and military experience helped him secure a place in their ranks and he has been with them ever since.

they also helped him learn to have a better grasp over his abilities, mostly through controlling his emotions.

he’s not a hero but he’s not really a villain?? at least not in the sense that he goes around wreaking havoc. also he’s bound by the rules of the loa, so he doesn’t kill innocents. but if you classify a self serving assassin as a villain… then yep 

he goes by blackbird in the league bc it was his codename in the military and it sorta stuck.

he’s 100% loyal to the league. they saved his life and gave him a fresh start when he had nothing left. without hesitation, he would die for ra’s al ghul (nyssa currently, i think?)

sorry if this was all over the place, it was just a rough rundown to catch you up to speed a bit. a full biography including his life before his powers is currently being written so if you’re interested check the links on my page a bit later. i just didn’t want this to get too long with a bunch of unnecessary/irrelevant info. 

and as always, i’d love plots for him! especially considering he’s my first oc in this rp. i just already had three canons and wanted to switch things up a bit so i hope you love him as much as i do!

protip: refer to all your mistakes as “artistic choices”

                                    He had this look in his eyes                                              that made you wonder                                           just how m a n y people he’s killed. 

                                    ( And this… )                                             grin                                          that made you realize

                                         he’s probably lost count.

brain: hey u should act on this impulse that might have bad consequences

me: why

brain: You Gotta

I'm a little nervous about unleashing a plague onto humanity