forum MIRACULOUS LADYBUG SECOND GEN (CLOSED)

Started February 17, 2019 by Deleted user

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Name: Jolie Lahiffe
Alias: Carapace
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance: https://pin.it/ycfdzwkknld4u4 (Basically looks exactly like Alya but her hair is shorter and she doesn't have Alya's birthmark)
Usual Outfit: She normally wears flannel and jeans. She has her glasses and prefers to be comfortable in sneakers rather than putting effort in her looks anyway
Super suit: Same as the current Carapace's outfit
Personality: Like Nino, Jolie is kind and puts others needs above others. Like Alya, she is headstrong and doesn't give up easily. She tends to get caught up in the moment and tries to think about how her choices will impact others.
Brief Background: The child of Nino and Alya. She grew up with hushed tales about her parents and their miraculouses and was more than elated when she herself got the same miraculous as her dad. She didn't tell them, of course, despite wanting to very badly.
Likes: Her parents, stars, drawing, music, and her brother (sometimes)
Dislikes: Akumas, school, not getting her way
Kwami: Wayzz
Miraculous: Bracelet
Phrase: Shell On!
Weapon: Her shell
Power: Creates a force-field around her
Ship?: Yeeaaahhhh!!
Other: Jolie has a younger brother who has almost found out her secret identity on multiple occasions. She does love him, despite how annoying he can be.

Waiting on @Spider_Gwen to post theirs, then we can start!

Waiting on @Spider_Gwen to post theirs, then we can start!

(sorry, ive barely started
im really busy rn but know what i want to do)

_{(those are really contradicting statements and i dont like that you said it)}

Name: Natalia “Talia (tahl-ya)” Emilie Agreste
Alias: Chat Noir
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Appearance: Waist-length straight blonde hair. It is typically kept out; Lime green eyes that can be fierce when needed; Lightly tanned skin without blemishes. Basically she’s a smaller, female Adrien (https://aminoapps.com/c/miraculous/page/item/adrienne-agreste/LdLa_4EtBIYol4oWW0NLG1bgmb0VQlYE0j)
Usual Outfit: Talia wears anything comfy. She is typically seen wearing jeans, a slightly oversized grey jumper and pale blue converse sneakers.
Super suit: Talia’s suit is suit is quite similar to her father’s, but also has noticeable differences. Her hair is pulled into a tight plait; Her hair receives a few streaks of black; Her eyes go more ‘catty’ and the whites go green https://pm1.narvii.com/6615/d430c2014e4027ba919dcaa58925a1139cf219d7_hq.jpg))
Personality: Talia is kind, resourceful and humorous. In stressful situations, she tries to joke and is known to make terrible puns or speak in vines. She is a good decision maker, and is quick on her feet.
Brief Background: Talia is an only child, but unlike her father, she had a loving childhood. She doesn’t remember her mother, as she died when Talia was still quite young. Adrien tells her stories about her mother and shown pictures, but Talia doesn’t feel too much emotion towards her. She knows that her mother’s name was Hailee, but that is basically all.
Likes: Being Chat Noir, singing, female empowerment, her father
Dislikes: Not knowing her mother, people who do wrong
Kwami: Plagg
Miraculous: Silver/Black Ring
Phrase: Claws Out!/Claws In!
Weapon: Staff
Power: Cataclysm
Ship?: Does Del Taco sell fre sha voca do?
Other:

Alright, everyone's characters are in! Are we ready to start?

Uuuuuhm yeah!

Sure!

(Okay!)

Léna was in her room. Her fingers held the pencil and moved gracefully over the notebook, designing a beautiful dress that she hoped to show Naeva. She casually fingered the peacock brooch pinned on her shirt as she worked, and her royal blue kwami, Duusu, hovered around her head.
"What do you think, Duusu?" Léna asked, tilting the sketchpad so her kwami could see.
"It looks stunning, master," Duusu said quietly.
Léna pursed her lips. "It feels empty. Right here," she said, circling a part of the dress with her finger.
"My question is why are you asking a kwami for advice? No offense, Duusu."
Léna looked up from her pad to see Naeva walking in. "I didn't want to bother you, but now that you're here–" She held the design out to her sister. "What do you think?"
Naeva walked closer and took the pad in her hand. Her eyes danced over the sketch, no doubt catching on its weak points and areas that needed fixing.
"It could use some work with the details, but the overall layout is phenomenally well done," Naeva remarked with a smile, giving the sketch pad back. "I really like it."
Léna let out a subtle sigh of relief. "And on that note, shall we go cause some chaos?"
Naeva smirked, and Nooroo flew out from behind his master's head. "Yes, let's."

Alaine sat upstairs in Boulangerie Patisserie, the bakery/house owned by his grandparents, sampling some of their macaroons. Next to him he had an open notepad, already filled with scribbles.
"While the apricot and black pepper work well, I think you should decrease the amount of black pepper you use." He picked up the macaroon he had bitten into, holding it towards his grandpa Tom. "Taste it, you'll see what I mean."
Tom nodded, taking a small bite, instantly shaking his head in disappointment. "I was sure that twenty grams would be more than enough. Thank you Alaine."
"Anything to help you and Grandma Sabine." Alaine smiled brightly, tucking his notepad into a small satchel. "I have to get going now, mom needs me at her boutique."
Tom escorted Alaine down to the shop where Sabine was just finishing up serving a customer. "Oh! Alaine!" she smiled, holding out a neatly wrapped box. "Take these to Marinette, tell her I said to remember to take some time for herself."
"I will, thank you." Alaine nodded, taking the box, waving goodbye as he left the shop.
Tikki floated out from his satchel, hovering just above his shoulder. "You should have taken one of the good macaroons, I wish I could have tried one."
"Take a look in my bag." Alaine chuckled. The kwami dove into the satchel and let out a small gasp. A few moments later she flew up to his shoulder again. "That was delicious, thank you Alaine!"
"Don't mention it, you deserve it. Now, lets hurry to the boutique or else mom might drown in worries."

"You can go and take a break mija," Adela's mama told her as she brought the last box up to their new home in France, "I can take care of it from here."
Adela frowned slightly as she looked to her mama, "Are you sure?"
"Si," her mother gave her a tired smile, "It's been a long week and I know you've been wanting to paint."
Adela gave her mother a smile, "Gracias mama," she turned and walked up the spiraling staircase that lead to the upper half of their apartment. She entered a small room with possibly the best view she had found yet. She walked up to easel and reflected on her first week in Paris. The whole week and been crazy with school starting, and the the villains. She still wasn't sure what to make of the necklace and it's little inhabitant.

(Italics is Spanish)

Jolie ran upstairs in her room, pretending to do her homework when she was really going to draw in her sketchbook. Wayzz appeared and she asked him what he had seen. She liked stories, and Wayzz, being thousands of years old, had plenty of them. She listened intently while drawing in her sketchbook. Although Wayzz couldn't tell her everything, she liked hearing what he could tell her, especially what he told her about her own dad. Or the "previous miraculous holder". Wayzz didn't know that Jolie knew a lot more than she let on. Although he only appeared in her bag about a week ago, Jolie was excited to know him and help the other miraculous holders. She held up her sketchbook to Wayzz and asked his opinion. "Well it certainly looks very good." he said. "But aren't you supposed to be doing your homework?" Jolie laughed and nodded. "Yes, but I don't really want to and I don't have a lot to do." Wayzz frowned a little.

Talia sat on the edge of her bed, strumming a tune on her guitar. She hummed along to it, occasionally glancing at the sheet music. "You're pretty good, Talia," Plagg said, eating some Camembert.
"I can't be that good, Plagg. It's not hard to play the guitar. All I'm doing is playing a few chords," Talia laughed.
"As long as I get Camembert, I'll compliment you as long as you want."
Talia laughed slightly as she put her guitar in its stand, leaning back on her bed with her phone in her hand.

Elina looked out her window. Pollen sat on her shoulder.
"I wonder when mom's getting home." She asked the kwami.
"I don't know Elina, perhaps you should ask you father?" Pollen stated.
Right on cue her father walk through the door. "How are you lovebug?"
"I'm alright père." Elina replied, continuing to look out the window.

A boy sat nervously on his bed, his phone clutched tightly in his hands to keep from shaking. Slowly, he sent off a text to a girl slightly older than him and very pretty.
You: Hey Angelica, would you want to go see a movie with me?
A few seconds later, he got a reply.
Angelica: Sorry, I can't today. Dance rehearsal -_-
He bit his lip and replied quickly. Too quickly? After he'd finished, he paused a couple seconds, then sent his message.
You: Ok. You wouldn't want to hang out later would you?
He bit his lip anxiously. Asking a girl out was a lot harder then it looked on TV… "Please say yes, please say yes," he said aloud desperately.

Naeva watched the exchange with keen interest. Her eyes glittered, waiting for the boy's upset feelings to become stronger. She was now Papillion, the co-greatest supervillain in all of Paris, and she was looking for a target.
Léna watched her sister's expression. "Plotting, dear sister?"
"You could say. The plot is unfolding perfectly. Father would be proud of us, Léna," Papillion said fondly.
"Ah ah ah, I am Mayura, thank you," Léna teased, smoothing her hair. "Any updates?"
Naeva rolled her eyes and resumed watching the boy. "Not yet… wait!"

Angelica: No. I really can't today. Super busy. Sorry
His shoulders slumped, defeated. He'd always been told that he took things in the wrong light, but truth was, he didn't know what the right light was.
Angelica: Don't be mad pls
Ha! What a joke! She was probably only with her friends! The more he thought, the more "worse case scenarios" filled his head and he threw his phone angrily.

Papillion smirked. "Perfect. A little patience goes a long way, Mayura, take notes."
"You had my thread! I needed that color – What was I supposed to do?" Mayura huffed.
Papillion laughed and held out her hand. A pure white, luminous moth fluttered into it. Papillion cupped her hands around it and turned it into an akuma. She pointed at the specially designed window with her staff. "Go, my sweet akuma, and lend this poor boy our help!"
Mayura rolled her eyes. "You know how seriously cliché that is, right?"
"Can you just let me do my job?"

(Sorry this was long with the akumatization process beginning and all!)

Kim touched his daughters shoulder and sat down next to her on the sofa seat. He looked out among Paris. "You miss your mother, don't you?"
Elina looked at her father. "Yes, very much." A tear formed at the corner of her eye.
"I miss her too. She said she would return to Paris in ten days." He took his daughter into a hug.
"That's what she always says." Elina said, muffled into her father's shirt.

Adela looked out her window when she spotted a little black thing that she had quickly associated with not so good things flying down towards the city, "Trixx?"
The little fox flew out from where she had been hiding within the pain, "Yes Adela?"
"There is an akuma," Adela explained with a long sigh. She put her pallet down and moved to the window to watch, "I don't like you little akuma."
Trixx whisked up next to her looking out onto the city of Paris, "I don't see anything."
"It's there. Trust me."

Alaine reached the boutique just in time to help his mother finish the hemming on a new line of summer dresses. He's found her wallowing in her own stress, running around like the world was going to end. At last they sat down and shared the treats in the box Sabine had given him.
"How are my parents?" Marinette asked, digging into her third croissant. "I really need to go and see them."
"Grandma Sabine said to tell you to take time for yourself." Alaine smiled, taking a macaroon from the box and slipping it into his bag. "Why don't you and dad go for a weekend away or something? I could take care of the boutique while you're gone."
"Oh no! I couldn't possibly let you do that! You would be under so much stress!" Marinette began to freak out again, but settled down when Alaine firmly placed a hand on her shoulder.
"I'd be fine mom, besides, I'm not as disorganised as you."
Marinette threw a cushion at him with a huff, smiling through her fake frustration.
Alaine turned to the window, his heart jumping as he thought he saw something small and black in the sky. No, I'm imagining things..

The akuma fluttered through Paris, finally finding it's target. It slipped through cracks and walls until it got to the boy's room and flew into his phone. He looked up angrily.
"Enchanter," Papillion spoke inside his head. "My name is Papillion. I am giving you the power to make those who you love never leave your side, and the ones that you hate vanish. All you have to do in return is give me the gems of Ladybug, Chat Noir, and all the other superheros of Paris."
The boy smiled and stood up. "Thank you for this opportunity, Papillion," he said with a smirk before transforming into the akumatized villain Enchanter. He picked his phone up and put it in his pocket before leaving through the window. He was going to find Angelica and make her fall in desperate love with him.

"Excellent work, sister," Mayura praised.
Papillion smiled at her. "Now you await your opportunity."
"You know I will."

Adela watched as the akuma disappeared. She let out a sigh and looked to Trixx, "We have to do something about that now, don't we?"
Trixx nodded quickly, "Yes we do Adela!"
Adela let out a long sigh, this was nothing like Cordoba, "Trixx! Cola Pone!"

Jolie was busy sketching when she noticed a commotion outside of her window. She sighed. An akuma… "Well Wayzz, we know the drill. Shell on!" she transformed and left her room through her window, in search for the other miraculous holders. They'd be here soon.

Rena Rouge leapt from building to building muttering to herself in Spanish about how stupid akumas were and how she wanted to go back to Spain where everything wasn't crazy. She spotted the one with the green shell and moved on over to her, at least another miraculous was active at the moment.

Alaine left the boutique with a gentle smile as he waved to his mother. As soon as he turned the corner he hid. "Okay Tikki, I might be imagining things but I'm not taking that chance. Spots on!"
It had been a while since he'd seen himself, in person, as Ladybug, and wasn't used to his slicked back hair. He took out his yo-yo and zipped to the rooftops, running in the direction of the akuma, eventually coming across the fox and the turtle.