Author: TheAwsomeTitanGal
Category: Teen Titans
Title: Titans United
Rating: T, for general teenage language and fight scenes.
Summary: The Titans are facing their worst days yet. The unfrozen, and stronger than ever, Brotherhood of Evil, and a number of new recruits joining their ranks. The Titans must combat this force by contacting every link in the crime-fighting world they have-including some surprising additions. Can the Titans find enough allies in time?
Warnings: General warnings, possible slash/femslash parings, possible slight gore. (Depending on the characters I pick)
Disclaimer: TheAwsomeTitanGal owns nothing recognizable. None of the review or Private Messaging submitted Original Characters are TheAwsomeTitanGal's; they are the property of their respective owners. TheAwsomeTitanGal is not making any profit off this story. The below example Original Character (Thomas McKee/Phase) is TheAwsomeTitanGal's property; do not use the aforementioned Original Character without TheAwsomeTitanGal's permission.
Author's Note: Hi there!
I have wanted to do an OC story for Teen Titans for a long time, and I finally got an account so I could do it.
I have a scene for a kind-of prologue, and then the submission sheet. Be as original as possible; and no all-powerful Mary-Sues! If you don't know what a Mary-Sue is, PM me.
No discrimination against characters of any color, race, age, gender, or sexual preferance will be made!
Please read the prologue first!
A hulking shadowy figure sat comfortably in a pitch-black room. He tapped his fingers of the arm of his cold metal throne rather impatiently, metallic sounds surrounding the space, like a spider lounging in wait for its prey. The sound of a thick metal door slamming shut echoed off the hard stone walls. The figure vaguely smiled under their metal mask.
Fresh meat
A bright spotlight clicked on, the light blinding the small male. He raised his hand to block the painful yellow, but he could only see for a few feet, before the glare stopped him from trying.
"Why are you here?" A loud mechanical voice ricocheted in the cavernous space, making it impossible to pinpoint.
The other male looked around wildly, before settling on an ever-so-slightly lighter spot in the dark. His 'smile' was dark and horrifying, eyes flashing in cold victory. "I'm here to answer the call."
Submission sheet:
Name:
Nickname?: (Optional)
Superhero, Villain, or Vigilante?: (A.K.A. Titan, Brotherhood, or RedX)
Superhero/Villain/Vigilante name:
Place of Birth:
Place of Residence:
Ethnicity:
Appearance: (No links or celeb look a likes please!)
Height:
Scar(s)/Tattoo(s):
Birthday: (No year please)
Age: (13-18)
Gender: (Transgender is perfectly acceptable)
Orientation: (Gay, straight, bi, etc.)
Personality:
Style: (The type of clothes they wear when lounging or out doing regular things)
Superhero/Villain/Vigilante clothes:
Power(s): (Please give them actual weaknesses)
Parents/Siblings:
Background: (No ridiculously dramatic or everyone dying pasts)
Hobbies:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Good habits: (Like recycling)
Bad habits: (Like never cleaning their room)
Romantic Relationship: (Please list top three in order of preference, and be original-not everyone needs Robin/Speedy/Kid Flash or Starfire/Raven/Kole as their Boy/girlfriend)
Who contacted them: (What superhero/villain asked them to join the good/bad side?)
How above person contacted them: (Can be description or scene, author's choice)
Optional Stuff:
Favorites-
Color: (Not everyone's favorite is black or hot pink)
Food:
Sport:
Animal: (Not everyone's favorite is a bat)
Here is an example of an OC I'm going to use, for reference on how to fill out the sheet.
Name: Thomas Joseph McKee
Nickname: Thom
Superhero, Villain, or Vigilante: Villain
Superhero/Villain/Vigilante name: Phase
Place of Birth: Steel City
Place of Residence: Jump City
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Appearance: Shaggy blond hair that falls in his eyes, steel gray eyes, medium build.
Height: 5'11
Scar(s)/Tattoo(s): None
Birthday: October 3rd
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight, but LGBTQQ freindly
Personality: Cold and calculating, Thom could kill without a second thought. He is good at battle strategy, and will let the Titans wear themselves out on another criminal before attacking in a carefully planned way. He is mildly friendly to those he knows share his vision, and is rampantly suspicious until he knows a person. He shields himself from feeling any emotion. He thieves for money to support his family. He is fiercely protective and dearly loves his mother and sister. He keeps them a secret to protect them, and hates that he has to do the things he does.
Style: Grey tee shirts, dark jeans, dark colored hoodies, black or grey converse.
Superhero/Villain/Vigilante clothes: A white tee shirt, black pants, a black hooded cloak. Steel-toe boots, a black utility belt, silver lower-arm guards.
Power(s): Shadow Manipulation: The ability to use shadows as weapons, and transport himself through them. He can use other people's shadows as weapons against them. He can teleport through the shadows, disappearing at will. He can see very well in the dark, and can detect very slight differences on the shadows. He is also skilled at hand-to-hand combat.
Weaknesses: He can only use available shadows, not create them. He can only teleport about a mile at a time, and must rest between teleports, or he will pass out. He can teleport objects/people with him, but it causes more strain. He can't use his powers in a place with nothing to cast shadows, so in a desert he's useless. Because of his powers, he doesn't cast a shadow, making him stand out to someone watching. The brighter a certain spot is, the harder it is too see, so it takes him a while to adjust from the dark shadows to the bright daylight. He is not skilled enough to beat Robin in power-less combat, or something like that.
Parents/Siblings: Josie, mother, brown hair/brown eyes. Unknown father, blonde hair/grey eyes. Hailey Grace, little sister, brown hair/blue eyes.
Background: Thom grew up in a relatively happy childhood home in Steel City, never knowing his father. His mother worked three jobs to support them, and Thom blamed his father for leaving them with no money. Thom looks exactly like his father and hates it.
When he was twelve, his mother was diagnosed with lung cancer. She had to quit her jobs, and they quickly became swamped in debt. It was then Thom first used his powers. He had started to steal jewelry and other valuables and sell them to pay for Josie's treatments. But she kept getting sicker, and Thom had to start stealing more and more things.
He stole from the wrong man when he was thirteen, a mob leader named James Monroe, and he worked for him as payback for two years. James kept asking stranger and more dangerous things, even killing his brother. Thom refused, and James tried to kill Thom, but in the struggle, Thom killed James. James' brother, Stevie, didn't believe Thom, and thought he killed James on purpose. Thom was forced to move across the country to protect Josie and Hailey Grace.
His reputation preceded him, and he was quickly accepted as a formidable villain. He has had to kill to protect his family, and he hates his father for causing all this. He has attempted many times to track him down, but has failed. His mother is beginning to recover, and Thom hopes he can see them again one day.
Hobbies: Colects bottle caps and basketball cards.
Likes: Josie, Hailey Grace, getting tickets to the Jump City Titans basketball games.
Dislikes: Having to steal to support Josie and Hailey Grace, being away from his family, most of the supervillains, killing, the mob.
Good habits: Never steals from poeple who need the money. (Like mothers with small children, or single fathers)
Bad habits: Allways seems to run into the Titans at the worst times, bites his finger nails.
Romantic Relationship: None, to focused on Josie and Hailey Grace.
Who contacted them: Cheshire
How above person contacted them: I sat alone on the roof of an abandoned warehouse in Jump's fishing district. The air smelled of fresh crab, rotting lobster, and stale salmon. I shifted my weight, sitting back on my heels. I was watching the small fish butcher shop across the street, the illegal poker games in the back would make for great robbery targets.
I felt someone land behind me. I spun around, swirling some of the nearby shadows around my hand. Standing before me was the famous (or was it infamous?) villain-for-hire, Cheshire. What would she want with me? I shifted into a battle stance as she walked a few steps closer. That freaky mask of hers was even more disturbing up close and personal.
"Don't worry," She said, her stance not one of a threat. "I'm not here to kill you."
I was immediately suspicious. "That what are you here for?" I narrowed my eyes and took a step back as she walked closer again. We were less than ten feet apart, perfect distance for her swirling claw attack.
I got the feeling she was smirking below that mask. "I represent the new Brotherhood of Evil. We have taken an interest in your recent work."
I cocked my head to the right a bit. "What of it?"
"We are forming a new force to strike the Titans down once and for all. We would appreciate your help." I opened my mouth, but she cut me off. "You will be paid handsomely for your service."
I glared. "And how much is handsomely?"
"25K; 10% up front, the rest in an anonymous wire transfer to a bank account in Thailand, as soon as the brats are taken care of."
I briefly considered it. Mom and Hailey Grace were running low again. The Titans had stopped my jewelry store robbery and I hadn't gotten any money to them in a couple weeks. Twenty-five hundred bucks would certainly help until I could get them the rest.
"Who's running the show?" I asked. I wanted to know how I was working for; I would never work for the mob again.
She completely ignored my question. "I'll take that as a yes. Come to this address tomorrow at midnight. Don't be late." With that, she jumped over an industrial air conditioner, and was gone. I almost yelled 'Where?' after, but I knew she was already out of range.
A small throwing knife suddenly slammed into the roof not five inches from my feet. I jumped back and looked around wildly, briefly seeing a faint shadow difference on a rooftop a block away. I sighed, picking up the torn paper attached to the knife. I glanced at the neatly written script of the note before stuffing it in my pocket, hooking the thrown object onto my belt.
I turned back to the tiny store across the street, and smiled devilishly as the side door squeaked open.
Optional Stuff:
Favorites-
Color: Blue, the color of his sister's eyes
Food: Coffee
Sport: Basketball
Animal: Dog