Updated 6/3/14
I'm bored, so I thought I'd share with toi a few websites online that toi can design your characters! There are tons of websites out there, these are just a few.
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This website is par far the best superhero generator I've found. Basically toi 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 toi to déplacer parts around, resize them, and color them. toi can save the character to the game, and then load it later, but if toi want to save an image to the computer, toi 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...

Only few chapters left ;)

Fang's eyes opened, the male blinking rapidly before looking around. He shifted and winced, gripping onto the sheets. "Easy there." Chris a dit from the chair, smiling before standing and making his way over to the chair. "How toi feeling?" He asked, sitting on the bed. "Like I died." Fang grumbled, looking at the IV's in his arms. "Still have your dry sense of humor.. So touch the IV's and I will knock toi out." Fang gave his brother an annoyed look before sighing. "How long?" He asked, tilting his head to look up at Chris. "Give ou take 6 months. It's probably take...

Sorry this took so long to get out, college is really kicking my behind with all the work I have to do. And I didn't realize how short it was...


"How do we know it's not a clone?" Tobias asked, tapping his fingers on his chin. "The scars on him are accurate, bruising around his face from the last fight.. but.." Chris muttered and walked, peeling off the monitors and lifted Fang up into a sitting position, his eyes going wide. "Wing has been replaced with an artificial one.." He a dit and slowly unfurled the metal wing, looking over it before letting out a low whistle. "Man, that's some fine work.."...