A Certain Character

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The reason for this title is, Do you, yourself have a character that you have made. If so, Why not post it here. I'd love to see i know that, Being a person who has a character myself and all.  

[Danse-de-Macabre]

Here is mine.

Name: Angel
Age: 25( Demon age 120)
Date of birth: Dec.08
Year of birth: 50,0000
Sex: F
Mother: Julia(Human)
Father: Demon(Unknown)
Blood type: C
Hair color: Long dark bornw hair with white tips at the end
Star sign: Saggitarius
Birthday: Dec.08
Eye color: Blue
Species: Cat demon
Enemies: Ratigan,French dog, French.B.L.D, Bijou,Jake,Jack,Sparkle,Freddy krueger,Denice,Devon,Megabyte,Hades, M.E.
Place of birth: In the deep woods of 50,0000 years ago in a little home.Near a village.
Favorite sayings:" Rotten whore..", "Great...More from the moron patrol..", "Ah hell..", "Good! I wanted it too!", Thats it!", "Whats wrong..?", "What the hell!?", "Eh?", "You little s**t!", "You son of a b***h!", "Hey!", "Great it's the whore!"
Love interest: Freddy krueger(Though she will never admit it)
Intelligence: 105
Bravery: 100
Confidance: 100
Personality: Witty,Funny,Serious,Brace,Strong,Smart,Violent,Vicious,Depraved,Agile,Artistic,Clever,Wise,Wise cracker,Cynical,Sarcastic,Philosophical
Relation/Connectons: Luna's friend
Occupation: Artist, Once a well known killer
Marital status: Single
Character models: Jack the ripper, Seras victoria(Hellsing)
Children: Only from the future named Ella and Jamison.
Prized possesions: Her sword, Her hat, Her weapons, Her information, Her stuff in general, Book of the dead.
Likes: Helping others,Killing,Fighting,Profing herself,Insulting,Sarcastic people,Funny people,Funny stuff,Art,Singing,Spell books,Demonology,Serial killers,Freddy krueger,Writing,Acting,Poems,Reading,Getting people pissed.
Dislikes:Mankind,Humans,Police,Her enemies,Inane people,Stupid questions,Stupid people,Pet peeves,Her past,Her evil side, Other people acting like idiots,Stupid plans,Idiots in general,Heros who think there all that.
Physical description: She is tall about 5,10 in height, With tanned skin. She wears a long purple skirt with a fire spiral in the middle, She has long broan hair with white tips at the end like fire, and a black short sleeved shirt with a loose turtle neck. She wears black shoes and has deep blue eyes, and has white cat ears and a long white persion tail, and around her waist she wears a green belt that has red claw like strips on it, She has an almost serious but friendly face and sharp claws with a striking hour glass figure. But don't let her looks fool you, She is armed and Seriously dangerous.
Nationality: English(Canada)
Hide out: Lives with Luna
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have alot more characters if you want to hear them. hell..I have a whole herem lol.  

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I figured i whould not have enough room to put her history, So it is seperate. Here it is. **Warning Extreme Violence**

50,0000 years ago..
You see, I was born close to the woods, a village if you will. Anyway my moms name was Julia she was a beautiful woman with long black hair and blue eyes, she was graceful in the way she walked and her voice was calm and soothing. I loved my mom a lot then in one sprong day, my mom met my dad.
He was a full demon, He fell in love with my mom and soon they both fell madly in love. I came soon after, everything seemed good, I had my fathers brown hair and my mothers blue eyes, I had my mothers human looks and my fathers cat demon like attributes aswell, We were happy and everything seemed great, seems like a happy fairy tail eh?
Wrong..The very spring night while my father was out, killers came to lour home, They busted down the door my mom escaped with me in her arms and ran out to the woods, she hid me in a buch, me being only 3 years of age and beinf told to “Stay here” I obeyed and listend my moms wishes, despite the sounds of her yelling and telling them to leave her alone.
As I held myself the very best that I could,My eyes closed and my head went down in terror as I heard my mom scream and the sound of a gun being shot could be heard.I guess I was’nt that far away from the slaughter as drips of blood splatterd on me from behind the bush. As I heard a loud “THUD” and the sound of loud laughter of triumphed as the sounding of shoes walking away. Slowly I lifted myself from the buch and went wide eyed and falling backwards..In fear as I saw my mother slaughterd. Her stomach ripped open, her head had a huge gash in it..from the gun I suspected.. I looked on in horror as I saw the dead corpse of her…
I lied there next to the dead corpse of my mother that day..The ground was cold and damp, but I did’t care. I wanted to be with my mother for one last time, Then I heard footsteps coming my way, I looked up frightend telling myself to be brave despite my shakend hands and tone of voice. I had asked “Whos There?” and there came my father. I smiled and ran to him and felt a warm sensation as he welcomed me into his arms. Gently my father stroked my hair and I believed everything whould be fine until..As I felt something wet on him, I blinked at first then asked “Daddy whats..” Had I stopped my question and went wide eyed at the pool of blood on my hands, and the pool of blood coming around him. I moved back as the corpse of my father fell on me, I saw a sword dug into his back, a spell casting sword that kills demons, I looked in terror as my father died in my arms.
Tears streamed down my face and soon an angerd look came to apon me as I heard snickering with glee infront of me. There were two large men, More like hunters. They starred at me with smiling sinister faces, I knew at that moment what they wanted to do to me.
They grinned and headed towards me, I backed up and bumped into the second one, he grabbed me forcefully by my sholders, as I struggled they both chuckled up as the one said for me to watch were I was going. I did’t find him funny at all..Infact I was fed up with hearing there voices..As they teased me and acted as if my father was there new toy, slowly I became inraged and as the first man had called over more of his thugs, I objected and felt a brutal slap from the back of the first mans hand.
I went wide eyed with shock and lowerd my head in self defeat. As I did so, more cracks were made about that, and a violent urge went through me. I raised my head and at all at once I slashed them to pieces around the waist. I watched with little emotion as they fell, The only thing going through my mind was “I’ll slaughter you all, every last danm one of you” As there boddies fell more of them came, I cut and slashed them open, there blood spilling on me, almost from head to toe. As the last one fell, I felt myself come back to conscienciousness.
I blinked and looked around in horror, I could’nt believe on what I have done, Ten boddies layed in there own spue, I turned away nearly gagging at the site. I closed my eyes and ran.
I ran as far as my little feet could take me. I lived by myself for some time in the woods and outside of them as well. I stayed there for a long time, until I was six a woman and a man came, and adopted me into there home.
I was happy that day and finaly had I thought of a happy ending for myself for the horrid nightmare long ago..But again my dreams were shatterd. As of that day, two days ago had I noticed my foster parents were two faced bastards. When my mom had accused me of stealing she whould beat me, she threw me against the wall and kicked me against my will, I had tried to cry for help, but to no avail was I heard. I wanted my mother dead I wanted her to be hanged.
I had gotten my wish, but sadly the doctors had recoverd her. Much to my dismay my father was no better. At the age of seven he tried to rape me, every night in bed I whould lay in fear, that my father tried to touch me at night. When that day had come, I tried to fight him off, only to be whipped into submission. Everyday I lived a life at home in fear, yes they whould feed me, but there was no love in the weak old house of terror.
I had finaly got an education and on that day I had it, I grab a bottle of gasoline and matches and walked out of the house slowly, as they watched t.v I did’t care, with no sympathy in my eyes, had I knew they whould never love me as I loved them. I stroked the match and with a second thought I began to wonder if I should, as the thoughts had come the more my hatred grew.

With a hated look I poured the gasoline the match still light, and as I walked away I threw the match over my sholder, and watched the house burn. A smile formed on my face as I watched, a second chance and I whould have gone to get marshmallows too, to lighten the mood.
But at alls end, I had finaly rememberd who I was. Though through out the years I had forgotten, but for my own well being I kept it silent. Police and firemen came, I did’t care I had been at school, what had I to do with this?. When I was at school the whole time?, The first murderous deed I had down with no second thoughts or mental breakdowns had been succeded.
At the age of nine, I had done good in my studies, though through little meaning I had many counselors and people who had helped me. Humans had been my enemy, the whole world seemed against me, even more so when I had to deal with the kids in the school. The nightmare had come again. I sat in my desk and all the kids came to me. I looked at them, there glaring and questioning looks had sunken me into my seat, More or less had I known what there intentions were I whould have ran. But sadly there minds and thoughts were above me.
A girl beside me pushed me out of my chair, as I fell a boy kicked me in the stomach, I fell, only to be dragged to my feet by my hair by a blond haired girl, wgo threw me against the wall. For the past four years I had been beaten and ridiculed, They all hated me…They all wanted to hurt me…They all wanted to make me suffer…They all..Must die. The fifth day came and I was 11, as the kids came in, I had overheard the teachers talking about my behaviour being twisted, and wrong, supposibly they had found out about my little killings behind the school.
I did’t care, even the teachers hated me. I had helped people, and they did’t help me, I had cared for them only to be betrayed by them, I had lived a lie about the once caring words of my mother, telling me to be nice and to help others..Had she been wrong? I sighed and layed on my desk, I whould’nt have, had I known that a child whould come and shove the chair away from me causing me to bash to the floor. I groaned and got up slowly to be told to stay down, and kicked on my back. I kicked back and had been held donw, and punched in the face by another boy. I layed there motionless and as I got up, I had heard the laughter and snickering of the kids. My mind raced my heart beated and my anger spiraled into rage. I had held my head in my hands, only to be met with questions and even more snickering.
It was time again, I had, had enough! I lowerd my arms, and took a stance, My angerd boiled and maddening thoughts came to me. How could they do this?, How could any human be this brutal?, Be this inhuman?, Be this cold?, Be this uncaring?, Be this..Foolish. I began to lower my tone as I said” Im not the idiotic one..It is you who is inhuman…It is you who are the fools…”I clenched my fists” It is you who are going to die…Do you know who is inhuman..YOU ARE INHUMAN!!!”
All at once had I slashed the kids open, there blood pouring out, there screams of terror echoing the halls, I watched them, my eyes darting to each kid, My claws anti-cepting wanting more blood, more killing, More murders. I was sick, sick of them, sick of there voices. The kids blood splatterd everywere, there insides fell to the floor, even on the wall.
As I watched my slaughter had I known I whould regain my conscience back. As I had it back, I looked back at all of them and my eyes went wide at the sight. My class was completely gone, my once clear vision of starting over was gone. I watched, I heard, and I moured that day. I fell to my knees, my eyes still wide as I held myself in all my sadness, I had realized something was wrong deep within me.
I went more wide eyed as I heard the door to classroom open, to my dismay the teacher came in and went wide eyed, me drenched in blood held my attention to the floor as the woman screamed”WHAT HAPPENED!!!???” I ignored her cries closing my eyes tightly, I tried to zone her out, only to be grabbed and shoken by the crazed woman who yelled at me, I closed my eyes and yelled back, but as I did a deep force within me threw her away from me, the teacher bashed into the wall, her head half way cracked, her neck was to the side, I slowly stood up and looked at her, my eyes narrowing, my face filled with hatred, as I moved towards her, I stoped to be met with a hated voice telling me to stay were I was. The rest of my young school years were spent in a phyciatric ward.
In season of fall came, I was 17 now, and starting high school. Filled with knowledge I knew was right, some things were untold and unmentioned, I ponderd and questioned on there terms, and wonderd why was verything hidden from me. To my unknown knowledge I was sought after, I sat in my desk and as I did a boy approached me, and smiled at me. I smiled back felt a warm feeling inside of me.
I felt weak and at that moment I knew I had experienced love, the very word I now tremble at and gag at the thought. Little did I know that I whould kill and take revenge on the ione who made me feel that way.
As the year went on, I thought that everything whould be good but since I know little about the feeling, and the wway I had finaly known what a broken heart was, I held my head in sham and sadness, as little by little my heart had been cut brutally four times, and my knowledge of human nature changed rapidly.
At the year of high school, things had changed, no more was I shy and spoke freely, I became bitter and quiet and very narrowed minded of what was around me, I had become cold to the world and what was around me. I finaly realized once my mind was clear that I had a darkness in me, that I had an inner feeling in me that wanted to get out of me, That wanted revenge, That wanted the world to suffer..For everyone to suffer.
The school was empty as I had hoped, as empty as my thoughts were of what whould come to me. Soon on the seventh day, I was kicked out from the school, after almost killing a fellow student. Much to my carelessness, I did’t mind it at all, I was out of hell. I decided it was time for me and my thoughts to come together, that day, I sat in the woods by myself and lowerd my head.
My thoughts slowly came to me and a dark figure formed, It was the very image of me, The darker side of my subconsciencious, the very brim of the fear of myself had come to me at last. Face to face I looked at her, She had a lovely pale complexion, her eyes a blood red, so much that they seemed to drip into her very shine. Her smile, a sweet yet dark look behind them, and her hair, black as night.
She seemed vampish in exterior, but I knew better, she was a full evil demon. The very demon inside of me that had denied for so long. Slowly but surely she spoke”Look at you..barely alive and rotting from the inside. Surely you know that you are the most powerful demon on earth, Join with me, let me take over you, and you and I will be unstoppable.!” I looked at her, her words flowed inside my head, I looked away not to listen, I did’t want to hurt anymore, I did’t want to do any harm to anyone.
Slowly past remembrance came as she said”What is so good about helping others? If they don’t help you? None of them ever tried to help you, to love you, to care for you..All they did was hurt you. And when you did try to help, all it ended up in was tragedy” I went wide eyed and held my head in my hands, she was right, I tried to help once, Only to have the only friend I have ever had, had died in my arms, because humans had done her in. I began to speak” Why is it every time I try to help..someone dies!?”
She kneeled down and held her hand out to me and smirked”It was humans who hurt you, It was humans who uncared, It was humans who killed your parents, It was humans..who put you in this hell Join me, at this rate you will die as the dog you are. But like this, “We” can take revenge, “We” will kill them, and “We” will make them suffer” Her voice was claming and determined, and it was at that moment that I took her hand and at that moment I had welcomed the inner demon within me.
I allowed her to take control, I allowed her to kill, to murder, to take..revenge. I killed, I slaughterd those those who had brutely hurt me, who beat me, who had caused scared like no other. I was powerful, I was murderous, I was blood thirsty, but most of all, I was widly known.
They reverd to me as "El Diabla" the female devil of hell. and "Femme Fatile" I was so evil, so sinister, so twisted, That i was kicked out of hell, some said I was much more evil then "Satan" himself, I did't care.
I had killed 10,000 people, three pregnant mothers, and 5 children, who's screams i loved to listen too. Blood and vegence were my tools of the trade, and hell was my playground.
I enjoyed my work, and soon I even had three masters, who I later called "The Three Stooges" I created fear, I created my own creative kills, I laughed at there pleads, and snickerd at there screams. I soon met the one who I soon came to know as my "Master" a powerful wizard came at my feet, he had heard of me, and wanted to help, I could care less, but wanted to kill him off and gain his soul. We did battle, but he was greatear, he knew me well, Too well. As he banished the darkness within me, and to my feet I fell, as the scared child I always heard the pleading child to get out.
The wizard took me with him, and bandaged my wounds. I never looked at him, I never spoke to him, I had no trust left in me, No caring thought at all, I had hated the world for what it did to me, But most of all...I hated myself for what I did to everyone else in this god forsaken world. The wizard was a kind man, He was gentle with me, with the way he spoke and to better myself. Slowly day by day, Had i trusted him, I knew him like a father, and treated him like one.
He read me like a book, he knew there was hope for me. I had become strong agile and intelligent. I knew things beyond my teachings, but my anger grew as my knowledge did, mush to my masters dismay.
Soon I was on my own, Once again, but met with a girl. Her name was luna, Luna was like me, her family had been killed, and she was alone, but I did't trust her, I soon saved her from being killed and her being grateful, followed me for many years. She treated me like I was her own daughter, her mother like attributes suggested that I whould show her my own roots, I did.
I lead her up to a hill, as i saw her eyes grow wide with sadness, I knew that she knew that I had killed the 10,0000 people were the tomb stones lied. I held my head in shame, and closed my eyes tightly saying to myself"Till this day I wonder...What will become of me now..."

For physical description. Please go to here: http://kokoshki.deviantart.com/art/ANgel-as-my-desktop-82003715 This is my character. Yes I did make her up myself lol.  

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lol I know eh?. There mean but funny biggrin  

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Name: Liliy
Age: 17
Sex: Female
Location: New york
Date of birth: April.9th
Year of birth: 1989
Eye color: Brown
Hair color: Black
Star sign: Taurus
Marital status: Dating
Work: Artist,astronomer
Hobbies: Drawing, star gazing,walking, riding dirtbike
Intelligence: 7
Sway: Cool, calm
Powers: Sword fighting
Abilities: Magical powers, swordsman work
Race: White
Species: Half demon/ white wolf
Clothing: Magenta T-shirt with black on the bottom, and arms and neck, blue pleated skirt with purple on tips on the bottom, blakc shoes, white knee socks, and red bandana on top right leg.

Physical Appearence: Black hair, brown eyes, tanned skin.
Enemies: Seth, katie, freddy.
Father: Demon(Deceased)
Mother: Human(Deceased)
Heght: 5,6
Song: Too little too late-Jojo
About her: Mother was human and father was a demon making her a half demon.
Love interest: Jesse  

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Name: Jesse
Age: 18
Location: New york
Date of birth: July 22nd
Year of birth: 1988
Eye color: Blue
Hair color: Red
Star sign: leo
Marital status: Dating
Love interest: lily
Work: none
Hobbies: Driving, dirt biking
Intelligence: 7
Sway: cool, calm
Powers: (Human none)
Abilities: Can fight well if needed too.
Race: White
Clothing: Weras a black t-shirt, and dark ragged blue jeans, while on his feet he wears black scruffy shoes.
Physical Appearence: Tall about 5,11, he has tanned skin.
Enemies: Seth, katie, freddy.
Father: Human(Alive)
Mother: Human(Alive)
Height: 5,11
Song: Far away-Nickelback.  

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Name: Ella Alexandra Utoria
Age: 4
Date of birth: July 9th
Year of birth: 2016
Sex: Female
Location: Earth
Eye color: Yellow golden eyes
Hair color: White silver
Star sign: Cancer
Mother: Angel
Father: Ratigan/Freddy
Siblings: None
Job: None
Marital status: Single
Hobbies: Drawing/Writing/Singing/Helping others/Solving problems/Kite flying
Intelligance: 105
Sway: Cool clam and colected
Powers: Stoping time/Freezing people/Persuation/Appearing in others dreams.
Abilities:Alot
Race: White
Species: Rat/Cat/Demon
Love interest: Invader zim
Enemies: Dib/Zita/Sarah/Chunk/ Everyone of angels enemies and zims enemies
Height: 3,10
Weight: 99
Songs: I cant; stand it-Cascada/Slipped away-Avril lavigne/Memories-Within temptation/Miracle-Cascada/Bad boy-Cascada/Hot-Avril lavigne/Truly madly deeply-Cascada/Somewhere-Within temptation.
Home turf: Canada
Clothing: Wears a white shirt with a red lining on the neck, Wears a black skirt over her knees, with white stockings and black shoes.
Physical appearance:She has long white silver hair and had golden glowing yellow eyes, and an innocent sweet tiny voice, had white mouse ears and a rat tail.

About her:Ella came from the future back in 2001, she came from 2016 which is the legal known day as "Judgement Day". She has a huge crush/Love on Zim, who is clearly confussed about her feelsings for him and his feelings for her. Ella spends her time watching the ones she knows and loves so she can act apon what they do and think and solve them herself later on as she thinks by herself, she spends most time by herself but prefers the company of others because due to the fact of being scared to be alone or rejected.
Ella constetnly wants to be known not just as alittle kid but simply who she says she is and what she stands for in being herself through out the way of her life. Since ella had been born in the year 2016, she has yet to know all about what happens next and clearly deprives her usualy orientations and onto more brighter and better things then she believs to be in her own self. Ella is very optimistic and a bit naive to her feelings and those around her, she is perceived as gullible do to the fact that she whould do anything someone tells her if she has a small liming for them, as seen in chapter 13 and 14 of the story "Living New" Her current love/Interest is: And hopefuly her last and final soon to be with.  

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My character Angel.  

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Here she is again: