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Batman: Frozen Part 1Batman: Frozen
On a dark rainy night in Gotham, in a small apartment. A man in his 50's was working on some research. He had nicely combed brown hair with some of it graying on the sides and was dressed in white buttoned up shirt, dark blue slacks and black loafers. The room he was in was a mini-libary of sorts, he was typing heavily on his laptop smoking a cigarette at his desk. This man is Victor Friez, one of the biggest cryogenic scientists in the world and now a current citizen of Gotham.
He was looking up various infomation on Dry Freezing, which was a technique used by many taxidurmists who freeze dead animals, or peoples dead pets, depending on how you look at it and would stuff them. You would first dip them in liquid Co2, then take them out fast. The end result would be that the animal is frozen so much, there's no moisture in it, just solid as a rock. Wouldn't even tell it was frozen unless you touched it.
Soon he was done with his research, saved it all and turned off his c
IA-OCT Audition Darrell HodderIn a dank alleyway in an Russian city, there stood two Russian guards in front of a door hat leads into a factory.
"You ever thought of actually using one of the pets in there?" One black haired guard asked the other in a russian accent.
"Nope, while i may work in a business which makes unwilling girls into sex toys, i do wanna keep my self-respect." The other guard said, he had brown hair. "I mean it's temping, but i have a wife. Not doing any of that stuff or else, she'll have my ass."
As the two guards talked more, a figure on a motorcycle appeared. The guards noticed the figure walk up to them. "Hey, you stop." The black haired one said to the figure.
The figure took out a cigarette, he looked to be 37 and had scruffy/bushy black hair with. He then lit it up and blew out the smoke. "But i want in."
"You know what the secret code is?" The brown hair one said to the figure.
The figure inhaled more smoke before blowing it out again. "The secert code?..." Then in a quick flash,
ATLA: BloodlinesAvatar: The Last Airbender
Peachy, many people who's lives been hell would describe their unfortunate lives as said term, Peachy. With me however, doesn't even begin there. Hell, not even if my life tried to touch that term with a 200 foot long stick, it would touch it. No, my life, as i colorfully put it is shit. Yes, shit.
You must wonder why i would call my life as so, that or you're paying attention to all the other SOB OC stories on this site, your choice. But i can say my life has gotten better... Sorta, but let's just begin with the story already people.
My name is Hattori Hanzō, last of the Hanzō bloodline.
I was born to a loving family and such, my family happened to be part of a very renowned bloodline known as the "Hanzō" bloodline, original huh? We wasn't as rich as the Bei Fong family, no. Unlike them rich ass preppy jerks who didn't even tell the world that their only kid, daughter to be exact was even real, but held her stuck in their home till
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