She waited eagerly for the snow to stop. The snow was the only thing keeping her from going out and she wasn’t one to wait patiently.
“Do you have everything?” A strong male voice asked from behind her.
She turned around, the bunny ears sewn into the hood of her coat moving.
“Yep! I got my piggy bank!”
She picked up the porcelain pig and gave it a shake, smiling broadly when it jingled.
“Good. Look’s like the snow finally stopped. Let’s go.”
The two walked out into the clouded sky, their footprints leaving a trail for them to follow home. It didn’t take long for the girl to get...

Name:Devin Grayson
Alias: Arch Angel
Powers: Flight/wings, “Divine power”
Occupation: Hero
Weakness/Limits: Demon chants/weapons, high demon authority
History: Devin is the unborn child of John and Mary Grayson. As such, she entered heaven as a cherubim, a small baby-like angel in training. As a cherubim, Devin was taken from her sanctuary while she was out delivering a “divine message” (don't judge me!). She was taken by a very powerful demon named Teague. Unlike most demons, he had very strong magic that kept her hidden from those looking for her for several years. Due to their natures,...

Just a little mini-series. This first part is based on the return. Read and you'll understand. ((Assuming he doesn't die)) Ignore her. Becca has no clue what she's talking about.


He knocked softly on her door, heart beating quickly. It had been a little over an hour since he and his partner had returned to the base. She hadn't come out during that time, and he really wanted to see her. But he had forced himself to politely answer questions and talk to those that greeted the two when they had returned. Now he had finally managed to slip away and anticipated her reaction. He knocked a little louder...

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. By 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...

The blonde pulled off the silver helmet off and smoothed down her pixie-cut before approaching the door. She paused with her hand raised the keypad to type in the code when she realized the entrance was open just a crack. Aryess slid the dagger from its sheath as she entered the base cautiously.
The assassin sensed nothing out of place. The same dim fluorescent lights flickered along the ceiling of the cavernous hallways, guiding her past the same closed doors; there was the same distinct scent of metal and wet cement in the air. It was exactly as she remembered it. Though she had been away...

Kay, couple OCs, sorry it took so long, I've been busy, busy, busy!


~Skylar's OC~

Piper Jacklin.
Black hair, scrawny build, brown eyes. Beaten as a kid, taken in by his his friend. Can turn invisible, phase, and likes to play soccer. Cocky at times, but usually lovable. He'll probably sit in your lap if he has the opportunity, so be ready. Is an intelligence resource to the team and several underground organizations, and often uses music to channel thoughts into code and, when he has nothing to do, songs. Sweatshirts and sagging jeans are usually what he goes around in, but his costume is a full...

The guards quickly lined up as they aimed their rifles at the intruders. Before any of them could take a shot, smoke emitted from the bullet Richi had shot, and a smokescreen hid the teens from view. They scattered, leaving the guards gagging on the foul-smelling smoke. One of the guards managed to get out, "Find- *cough* them! No *cough* prisoners!" As the smoke faded, the guards split into teams and separated, each eager for blood spill. The same guard spoke into their comms, "Remember your orders."

Cain spied on his 3 pursuers as he hid in the rafters above. "Where are you, you brat?" One...