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Equlizer BIO Teen Titan FC BIO
Hero Name: Equlizer
Powers: Music and lasers
Meeting place: [TBA]
Equlizer was made to be a VOCOLOID but became a Teen Titan due to the fact that she needs to spread her musical joy around the world. She was made in the land of Harmony to be used for her singing talent but ran away because of stage fright [o-o]. [her story is still being made up so more will be coming soon]
Through the Looking GlassTitans Forever, Book 1: Part of the team.
Through the Looking Glass
My name had been called..I walked to the doors of the Great Hall and the door opened with the push of my finger. I walked across the room as everyone bowed. I'm not that special am I? being 9 is so confusing..In a few years i am going to be queen. Yay? I sat at my throne and watched as the commoners filled my altar with presents. My mother told me I was special. I had powers. I was the first royal that had these special element moving powers. But only commoners have the power to do this..that's why they do the work. tells you something about the queen, huh? I watched as presents were placed around my feet and while the commoners walked away with a mean look. Romors have been going around about the thing called a revolution. Being on
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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