LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE
Full Name: Terror
Nickname: Ter
Reason অথবা meaning of name: Terror means fear
Eye Color: Piercing blue
Hair Style/Color: Platinum blonde
Height: 5’12
Clothing Style: Whatever’s comfortable
Best Physical Feature: I don’t know ( His eyes)

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE
Your Fears: That’d be telling
Your Guilty Pleasure: Sleep
Your Biggest Pet Peeve: People
Your Ambition for the Future: Living?

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS
Your First Thoughts Waking Up: I slept?
What আপনি Think About the Most: Nothing
What আপনি Think About Before Bed: Must be tired
You Think Your Best Quality Is: Nothing

LAYER FOUR:...

I decided that I needed a break from the intensity of Uncertain Death.. so I wrote a bit of fluff <3 I'll have আরো up after I write a bit আরো chapters

Fang awoke to sound of a child crying, turning to meet eyes with his wife. "I just fed him and changed him.." She sighed and Fang nodded, slowly sitting up. "I got him, go back to sleep." He smiled and leaned down to চুম্বন her head before sliding out of bed. He stepped onto the cold hardwood floor and pulled on his shirt, sighing out as he left the room. Within a few সেকেন্ড Fang was in the newborns room, walking over to the ডাবা and grabbing...

Name:Devin Grayson
Alias: Arch অ্যাঞ্জেল
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 অ্যাঞ্জেল 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 দ্বারা 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, হৃদয় beating quickly. It had been a little over an ঘন্টা 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 প্রশ্ন 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...

She could feel it creeping up her ankle and legs. It was hardening, making it impossible for her to move. A laugh sounded as it went higher.
“Sorry Devin but things must be done. আপনি must be taken out of the picture.”
“What did I do, Amber?!”
“You betrayed me! আপনি left Sensai, আপনি গাউন BACK your Angel's light, and আপনি risked everything for one human! That betrayal will never be forgiven!”
“Amber...I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt আপনি but I had to save him! He was my brother!”
“You think apologizing will help?! No! It's time আপনি payed the price!”
“What do আপনি plan to do when...

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. দ্বারা no means am I forcing আপনি 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 শিরস্ত্রাণ 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...