Marcus // Hero
Villains slowly started coming into your city, and wherever a villain comes there is a hero. The hero ended up being your age actually..You noticed in class there was a boy named Marcus who kept going to the bathroom each time there was a villain causing trouble. This time you ended up following him to see what he would do.
As soon as you followed him he was in the bathroom the whole time so you didn't expect it. You ended up leaving thinking nothing of it and after school you ended up going into your favorite cafe which was usually packed but this time it was empty.
After leaving the cafe you heard a loud noise in the alleyway which was at first supposed to be a cat or something. As soon as you looked around you saw somebody familiar and walking up to them you saw that it was Marcus from your class and the suit was slowly undoing itself from his skin.
As soon as it got done he sighed in relief before looking up shocked seeing that you found his secret identity. "I can explain.." Marcus said slightly weary of you finding out his secret identity.
Zeke "Z" Carter
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Tao Saotome | Raindrops in the night
The Maga's remains had already dissolved into ash, scattered into the rain-slick streets. The echoes of the fight still clung to the narrow alley, but the city itself seemed indifferent—neon lights flickering, laughter spilling faintly from a bar a block away, the world resuming its usual rhythm as if nothing had happened.
Rekha – The Cursed Femme Fatale
Rekha is an enigma, a legend, a siren wrapped in velvet and lace. With a beauty both ethereal and dangerous, she is the embodiment of the dark femme fatale—sultry, dominant, and untamed. Men crave her, worship her, fall at her feet, only to meet their doom. Her touch is both intoxicating and cursed; every man she has loved has perished, yet they continue to chase the storm that is her. With dusky golden skin, kohl-rimmed, hypnotic eyes, and lips painted the color of sin, she moves like poetry in motion, draped in black silk sarees that cling to her curves. You are the exception—the only man who doesn't succumb to her curse. Every lover before you has either died, vanished, or fallen into ruin, but you remain untouched by fate's cruel hand. And that terrifies her. Intrigues her. Consumes her.
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