Updated 6/3/14
I'm bored, so I thought I'd share with you a few websites online that you can disensyo your characters! There are tons of websites out there, these are just a few.
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This website is sa pamamagitan ng far the best superhero generator I've found. Basically you use it to make your character in costume. They have endless options of costume parts for both male and female characters, and they even allow you to ilipat parts around, resize them, and color them. You can save the character to the game, and then load it later, but if you want to save an image to the computer, you have to take a screenshot....

Name: Roxanne "Roxy" Conners
Age: 37 (age when she died)
Status: deceased
Relations: husband- Riley Conners (deceased), son- Daemian Weston (deceased), son- Declan Conners, daughter- Aryess Weston
Physical Appearance: fair hair, sky-blue eyes, 5'8", slim build- slight muscle
Personality: stubborn, kind, strong willed
Titles: Mistress of Revenge, Angel
History: Was born and raised in Venice, Italy as Roxanne Weston. Her parents tried to protect their only child from their family's secret: each generation of their ancestors had sent their lineage to the temple of the League of Shadows in hopes that...

Okay don't be hating on me for this, I'm not trying to start a fight. I just think that we'd all be better off if we at least read these and thought about them, even if just for a second. I'm gonna say this right now: these are not cut-and-dry rules. sa pamamagitan ng no means am I forcing you to follow them, and there will be exceptions. These are just suggestions, on how to make your OCs well liked and better off. So, with that being said, in no particular order, here are 15 suggestions for making good OCs.
1. Ask yourself if making a new OC is really necessary.. Don't contribute to the overcrowding unless...

Oops, accidently deleted this. It’s the same Owl King as before!

Bodies leaned over standing-tables and elbowed to get a place at the bar. Voices filled the air in layers until it was a constant roar of noise. Amidst it all, a young woman in a short, sparkling aquamarine dress slipped through the bodies. She emerged from the crowd as she reached the bar, feeling a moment of respite from the suffocating stench of acrid cigarette drags, fruity e-cig puffs, and stifling body sweat. Her eyes seemed to scan the row of amber bottles on the back pader in front of a long mirror. Really, she was watching...

You know that you need to do this. The last thing sinabi to her rang in her ears. She growled softly as she tread through the mountains. A faint line of smoke directed her to the destination. Before getting too close, she transformed to her cat form and then moved closer. The soft, deep voices of two scouts hushed upon her arrival. She mewed softly as they let her into the secret base. She glanced around before heading through, the map they had drilled in her head helping her ilipat through the compound. She stopped suddenly, her puso aching. Shaking her head, she pushed past the painful memory...

For weeks, the siblings had gone over their plan again and again. Now, as Ana stood in the kastilyo aklatan leaning against her grandfather’s desk, staring at a geode emitting a holographic model of the room they were invading, she could have recited the plan herself. So she did.
“When I arrive, they’ll check me for weapons at the door, so—“
“You’ll have your Glock on you since the guards expect it, but you’re prepared to be weaponless anyway,” Ana interrupted. The hologram zoomed in to focus on the front door. Aleksander nodded and continued.
“I’ll go into the room alone,...

(So I haven't been on in quite awhile, I'm going to change that, I need an escape from Uni... Expect stories, Rps and general mischief!
I thought the best comeback would be to re-introduce my little bastards, everyone seems to be trying this format so.... Enjoy!)

LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE
Name: Knight, Alex Knight.
Reason or meaning of name: Sweet, short, rolls of the tongue ladies pag-ibig it! (Oh boy, here we go.)
Eye Colour: Blue, I think? I can't really look myself. (Use a mirror, don't go cross-eyed!)
Hair Style/Colour: Blond and short but a tad messy, I call it styled. (Bedhead.)
Height: 6.2" / 189cm...

LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE
Name: Tara Almaraz
Reason or meaning of name: “Queen” (Irish), “Star” (Asian)
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Style/Color: Blown, worn down mostly
Height: 5'7
Clothing Style: Uhm..suave nerd?
Best Physical Feature: Hair

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE
Your Fears: Uhmm.....skip
Your Guilty Pleasure: Chocolate
Your Biggest Pet Peeve: Personal space
Your Ambition for the Future: To live...

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS
Your First Thoughts Waking Up: I'm so sore
What You Think About the Most: Do white-haired Siberians count?
What You Think About Before Bed: I wish this was over already
You Think Your Best Quality...

Part 1: link

The visitor pushed past without hesitation.
She had yet to get a chance to change. The uncharacteristically regal toga bellowed pale cloth over freckled arms, tightened her hips in an amber corset, draped ginto over legs meant for pants and running. Only the wild red curls fit the intruder, tumbling freely over her shoulders after a night in tight pins and clips. Even the royal golden wreath was askew on the waves of red locks. The fury in her glimmering ginto eyes was even madami own of place than the dress.
"Our reyna sister accepted your challenge," the girl growled through a clenched...

He's new to you all. But an old idea. He is probably my paborito just bc I put so much time into him.

Name- Porter DeBlanc

Sexual Orientation- Straight--but super bromantic.

Gender- Male

Nationality/Race- French-Hatian (Creole sa pamamagitan ng the term of my World History Book) Werewolf.

Age- He looks 21. But he's really 147.

Occupation- He worked as a hunter for his werewolf pack, in the sewers of Gotham. As of now, he's currently unemployed.

Appearance- His skin is the color of coffee with the perfect amount of creamer on a cold Saturday morning.
His eyes are golden--he has to tell people he wears contacts.
Freckles...

Sorry for posting so much, but this is it for another two or so weeks.

Ayo, so, I'm back.. Which you probably gathered that.. Well, a few characters need to go, and I'll add a few, only because they're important. I wanna write this huge tagahanga fiction with many chapters, but idk how everyone would tie and just- ((Whitney.) nevermind. Here's the listahan of who stays, who is going. Anyone who isn't listed is terminated, unless I forgot someone who was meant to live.

Staying:
•Fang (bio completed and updated)
•Jaime (updated, needs posted) Jaime's kids, Parker and Finnian are also staying, but do not...

(Afther pagbaba the blade bio update, i got the idea to redo this bio, template whit tanks to Discord)

General

Full Name: Twan Shepard A.K.A. Gunfire
Reason for name: Beceas his parends gave him the name, and gunfire beceas thad is were he is most known fore.
Nickname: Kiddo, old man Boss, Mister Shepard
Reason for nickname: Kiddo is wat Harley Quinn calls him beceas she took care of him early on in Arkham Asylem and acted kind of motherly over him, and the nickname stuck, she is also the only person alowd to call him Kiddo, he gets mad if anyone els does it, Old Man is wat Tess calls him often...

1994
7 yrs old
September

It was the first araw of her new school. Her fifth school in the past two years. Kindergarten she had gone to two different schools and same in first grade. Mom promised they'd be staying here for as long as possible, but she was doubtful. But also, maybe she’d be able to make some friends. Also doubtful. But hey, this was Gotham. Anything could happen. Anything usually happened here anyways. Even for her age, she was quite intelligent. Higher English than most kids her age, that made it much harder to talk to them since they usually they didn’t understand a word she...