"Alright, you know the rules, one at a time. Neos, you first."
Lily scoffed and crossed her arms.
"He always goes first."
The three year old turned and stuck his tongue out at her and faced his mother again and grabbing her hand and pulling her down to his level. Her son never ceased to amaze her, he was smarter than any three year old she had ever heard of, already speaking full sentences, and able to do simple math, but beyond that his power made her shiver. He was powerful, able to create and destroy with simple motions of his hands. She frowned as she began to think about another person she knew who was able to use a power similar to that. It made her stomach turn uncomfortably, she was still shocked by how much guilt she felt and how many feelings were still left...even after three years. She came back and listened as her son talked to her about school and everything they did, once he was finished she looked over at Tank, her adopted son, his was taller now at the age of 16 and he looked so much like her husband that not many people believed them when they said they adopted him. He gave her a broad smile and a large, warm hug that lifted her feet off the floor.
"Hello love. How was school?"
"Good, Rock finally beat me."
"Did he? I bet he was proud."
"I broke his armor."
Ali choked on the water she had just began to drink and looked over at the young man.
"You'll have to tell your father."
He nodded and walked away and she smirked as she saw a large sandwhich in his hands, she looked down at Lily, the young 13 year old girl staring up at her with a frown.
"How come they went first?"
"Because, you decided to throw a fit. What have I told you?"
Ali nodded and cursed as her phone beeped at her, she looked down at her adoptive daughter and kissed her forehead.
"I have to go, got a call. Tank dinner's on you tonight buddy!"
She could hear Lily groan about him making nothing but pasta as Ali slid from the room and began to walk down the hall stopping for a moment to glance at a door on her left, shaking her head she continued walking til she reached the Commandant's office. Entering no one said anything to her as she walked to the back and leaned on the door frame, her heart warming as she looked in on him, his large frame bent over his desk as he tried to seal something.
"Would you like some help love?"
Demetri looked up and gave her a large smile making her melt alittle on the inside.
"You know me...all thumbs."
She walked forward, shutting the door behind her, and wrapped her arms around him kissing him deeply.
"Not with everything."
He chuckled and thanked her as she sealed the envelope, she leaned on his desk and looked up at him.
"So what was the call for?"
"We found one of the gods. Get the team together. We leave in four days."
She nodded and left walking back to her own office to send word to the other bases.
We are the HDF, Human Defense Force; we hunt all things that crawl in the dark, and even some that lurk in the shadows of the day. We are soldiers and we protect human kind from the monsters that hide under their beds. There are four bases in all and we are deployed all around the world for the soul purpose of protecting man kind. Our latest task has been harder than ever, three years ago a mad man unleashed Egyptian gods, we managed to kill him but the gods remained roaming free and now, we know where they are and we're planning on sending them home. Sound like a big order? Well the biggest thing about us you have to know, is we have powers. We were all born with an extra DNA strand that allowed to evolve further than humans. Some of us can control emotions, others can control metal while the stronger one among us can control elements such as wind or fire, and even tap into another dimension to use a power close to magic. We are the HDF, and we hunt what lurks under your bed. And we don't do it for fame...as far as the world knows, we don't exsist.
When things go bump in the night....we bump them back.
Name: Alex Talon
She has a small, circular scar on her chest, between her breasts, as well as a larger one on her back between her shoulder blades, both of which reminders of her work, another scar on her right lower back, above her hip. A tattoo covers her left shoulder balde and a small light blue mark graces her right cheek, almost like a tear trail. Usually in jeans and a tank top when not in unoiform, always in combat boots with open fingered gloves. A small cross now sits high on her chest and a pair of silver rings lay on her left ring finger.
Personality: More open than she used to be she is still somewhat closed off and rough around the edges, she laughs more than she did three years ago and she enjoys more but she's still serious when not behind closed doors.
Power: Empath/Telekensis. Her powers having grown over 3 years to the point where she can implante memories into a person mind or even her own making them believe whatever image she implants with in their mind.
Weapon: A close range fighter she uses hand to hand having given up the raiper a long time ago for a pair of curved daggers. Able to kick a full grown man a good foot when at her max. She also carries at least two cases full of throwing knives on her at all times.
No Bio, we were never born. lol
Edited by Knuckles' Girl, 29 April 2011 - 04:29 PM.