Riza Hawkeye Cosplay Novels & Stories

Yuri Kirisawa could be seen standing in a corner of the room as well, her arms crossed over her chest with a look on her face that practically screamed out that she doesn’t want to be disturbed, and no one is suicidal enough to do just that. She was wearing a slightly off-shoulder black shirt with a white sleeveless shirt beneath, with black jeans, and a dark blue hoodie with edges of white, a pair of dark blue and white sneakers finished off her look. She looked like your average everyday teen had it not been for the fact that a belt holster was around her waist from which a gun hung from the pouch on her right side, hidden by her jacket. A black chain was also looped three times around her

A twig snapped. He didn’t turn immediately. “You’re late,” he said. Risa emerged from the shadows like she’d been cut from them—silent until she wanted to be heard. She shed the dark leather cloak she’d used to mask her Crescent scout uniform, folding it neatly over her arm. “I had to wait until their council was over,” she replied, voice low but unhurried. “Didn’t want to draw attention.” Hale finally looked at her, his mouth curving into something between a smirk and approval.

"Tell that shit to Raze when he comes back and finds Luna dead!" Her eyes flew open in shock. "D..ddd…eadd?" She stuttered and Brent even grew more agitated at her question that seemed exciting to her. "You're the fucking Chief Maid, but you left your duties and let your other girls beat her up to death. Gamma Bryan wasn't an example right, She had better wake up before he comes or.." Brent stopped as he felt a presence behind him with that scent. "Or What?" Raze asked him, walking in with his guards and looking like a runaway model with his spiky brown hair and Adonis's face, He wore ripped Jeans with a customized White Canvas that had his name on it and a pure white Polo shirt.

''Darling if you were all of those things all at once you would be flat on your face but it's a good thing you are so strong and big and brave'' Riz replied sweetly arching a perfect shoulder, everything about her was so perfect it brought out all her own imperfections. Her hair was a wet and tangled nightmare, her shirt a ragged torn affair ripped from shoulder to cuff where Sikorra's rotten wooden sword had snagged the previous night and there was an ugly purple bruise peeking from the left hip of her trousers, the sun had sent a merciless scattering of freckles to dot her nose and cheeks, meanwhile Riz who she had been sparring with since dawn was as clean and put together as if she had j

The drinks are green, red, and black. I wear the DC character supervillain Harley Quinn costume with wigs because Bash did not agree to dye my hair while Bash wears a Daredevil costume with a masked horn head. “Shouldn’t you two wear at least a match costume?” Ryker asks. I think he’s Edward Cullen tonight with a thick foundation to look pale and red contact lens. “Ryker!” I launch myself to hug him. He laughs. “Easy there, Harley. Our last encounter wasn’t pleasant. You don’t wanna make this party a real Halloween, do you?”

With Miguel's return to the room, the two could come across two guys standing at his door, one with brown hair in a well-aligned haircut, a shaved beard and standing with his hands in his pockets while the other was talking super excitedly, gesturing a lot. This one had dark blond hair combed back. As Miguel approached the duo, he put his hand on Catherine's shoulder, making her look at him a little scared at first. His hand was warm, and he had to take a step to his side, which made her smell his wonderful scent. It was Miguel's perfume, with a woody odor that matched perfectly with his lumberjack style. The trance in her mind was broken when she heard him introduce her.

But his ideas fell on deaf ears as Ryland ignored him and pulled out the knife. His grunts were loud in the air, making Hazel turn her face away to avoid watching him. Ryland attempted to walk but he collapsed, his chest heaving from pain. Hazel stared wide at him and something in her seemed to click. Before she could think, she headbutted Rodrigo, causing him to let out a grunt, his hands on his nose. "What the-" he cursed, taking in her face. Shockingly, Hazel looked completely different from what she was just a few minutes ago. She no longer had a scared face. Her eyes glowed a bright golden tone and she had claws.

Cosplay Theme: The Dark Swordsman. "You look cool," Harper laughed. She was dressed as a Cyber-Valkyrie (silver armor, neon wings). It hid her real weapons perfectly. "Blend in, Sebastian. Everyone here is wearing a costume. If we dress like normal civilians, the facial recognition will flag us instantly. The algorithms ignore 'fictional characters'." Jack walked behind them. He refused to wear a costume. Instead, he was carrying a massive, life-sized plushie of a Pikachu-like creature. "It shields my heat signature," Jack grumbled, hugging the yellow monstrosity. "Don't ask."

Even though it was very dark and thick make-up covered her face, I could still recognize those eyes. A cosplayer who could make herself anyone she wanted to be. And now, she's the lady in the night. And no one else would know about chemicals but a chemical engineering student like her. Before the darkness engulfed me, I saw Rica slapping Jaika who had just arrived.

He mocked, "Hey, Hilda! I thought commander locked you up at home since you didn't come to work today!" Hilda wound down her car window to reveal a cold and beautiful face. Dressed in a black skin tight battle suit, she wore a black helmet and brought a black electric rod with her. This appearance of hers invited another round of ridicule from Rex. "Wow! Will you be fighting or attending a comic con? Who are you cosplaying as?" "What's wrong? Do you have any objections to this?" A deep male voice spoke from inside her car, catching Rex off guard and startling him so much that his lollipop fell out.