Deku's Hero Costume Novels & Stories

"Why... you're one of us..." Victor finally spoke. Voice low. Cold. "I was never yours." And with one final stroke, Jurel fell. He stood amidst the wreckage. Armor soaked. Bandit cloak tattered. He discarded it and conjured his official Hero garb in flame. The transformation shimmered. The remaining bandits, scattered and wounded, rallied briefly, only to be cut down by Victor in a sweep of blades and arcane blasts. He led the remaining knights to safety, his face stoic, playing the hero role flawlessly.

When I’m done braiding my hair, my arms are sore, but the long blonde wig slips on effortlessly. I give myself a small as I look in the mirror, this was my alter ego, and I called her Dekara, a name I made up as I played around with my middle name, Adelaide. After spraying myself with anti-scent spray, I finished my look by winding my powers up so tightly inside myself one would think I was merely human, sliding my silver masquerade-style mask on and securing my dagger to my thigh. My mask covered only the top half of my face with intricate swirls that led to the shape of a lotus on my forehead, enough to hide any telltale features. Satisfied, I portal myself outside the castle grounds.

(AN: And god damn I don't know how to describe clothes so hey just gonna post a link to you guys what it looks like if my description is shite you can g****e Killia from Disgaea 5 and his outfit is kinda like that but with an addition of the black shirt). He opened his package and got his new outfit out from the box, his outfit consists of a jacket with white furs on the neckline and a red dragon motif on its back, a black sleeveless shirt and black tight jeans, a fingerless black glove and a brown combat boots. Overall he looks badass. After a few moments of adjustment he started finding what's new power he posses on his body but during his investigation, there's suddenly a black rift under

taunting, yet marking her howling death presence as his seductive voice and lustful eyes does not match with her deformed face, where she hides it with a golden half-laughing mask. Her cocktail dress somehow is being painted with the hue of scarlet blood and a dash of both white and black dye. She holds a crane unto her hand and not because she is cripple of anything in particular, but it is her very weapon and her favorite one that matches her small pipe hat as a decoration to her long curly and pigtail styled hair. Resembling Joker’s princess as she is somehow acting like one with too much laughter and smiles. The Gods could not even react as They even did not sense her presence, nor had t

Because seeing her so angry, so consumed with fear and guilt, made me yearn to make it go away. So I woke up this morning with a goal set in place. I would take my years of training and go to the man who saved me and tell him I was ready. Deku, my dragon, was also eager to go out into the world and explore while we could. I walked out of my room, making sure I wore casual clothes instead of my fighting leathers. My knives were placed into my underarm holsters under my leather jacket. My ripped jeans feeling a little more freeing than my typical fighting pants. I cut my brown hair short and gelled it back. I wore a couple of gold rings and made sure my combat boots were tied uptight.