HELLO DEDICATED FANS! So… OH! OC'S are available! Some are major and some minor. I would like not to have another GREEK brother/sister for hades or Thantos. But, other ones ARE available! So….yeah….ENJOY!

If I had a penny every time that somebody said the words, "Its your imagination," I would not be a poor orphan.

Of course what would I do with the money you would ask? Well, I would use the money to broadcast to the world about whoever my dad it. GO TO HELL!

But, because of the cursed T-word that has to do with school(ewww), my mind has been to full to be able to collect pennies.

Oh! How rude of me(not!), I forgot to tell you who the hell I am. My name is Amara Burke.

I've never known what the name means, but I seriously don't care about such a little detail. I mean seriously! It's a NAME.

At the moment I'm walking through the halls to my doom. Ok. FINE. Not really. But they should seriously rename schools or put up a warning sign.

DO NOT ENTER. DEATH IS POSSIBLE EVERYWHERE.

You could say I'm a bit dramatic. I go to the worst school ever. Also called, Watts Academy for Troubled Teens. Would you call be a troubled teen? OF COURSE NOT! But, this school IS free, and as an orphan..well did I mention I was a POOR orphan?

At the moment a walking make-up blob was walking towards me.

Joy.

"We should seriously set up a charity. Its so sad how some people can't afford clothes from this century."

Yep, that sickly sweet voice belonged to Brittany Banks. Even her name is phony.

As she walked by, my anger kind of ignited. That's the problem about me. People say I have…anger issues. I just call it the Right to Protect Myself from Mean Snobs.

I snorted and said in the same tone, "Its so sad that some people are still called Little Baby Boo by their parents."

Her face turned bright red, and I personally thought she looked like a tomato.

Her fake blue eyes glared angrily at me, and I thought steam was going to come out of her ears. I grinned at her, "Oh sorry. Was that embarrassing for you?"

She turned if possible an even darker shade of red. Yep, her parents should be proud of their tomato-faced daughter! I pulled up my black leather gloves I wore on my hands, to make sure my hands were covered.

"At least I have parents, and I'm not some stupid orphan who does not even have a little family to go cry to every night!" I kept my face clear. A trick you learn in an orphanage and old schools. Lying is like eating donuts for me, and I LOVE donuts!

But, I knew that by her face she knew had won. I growled like a dog and stormed closer to her. I stared at her oh-so innocent eyes and snapped. "That's IT!" I lunged at her and she feel on her heels with a squeal that should have broken glasses.

"Ewww get of me you animal!" People started snapping pictures and placing bets but I ignored them.

Making sure to spit in her face with each word, "What. Did. You. Say." She staying frozen on the ground and then grabbed my hands. Then, my gloves came of.

I felt my eyes widen and jumped backwards. She sneered and stood. As much as I hate her, I don't hate her as much to kill her.

Yeah that right. I kill everything I touch. Yep. Lucky me!

With her wide sneer, she straightened her hair and skirt and smiled at me. "Oh sorry do you need these?" Then she grabbed my hands. That was her last thing she ever did.

Before she fell down. With my gloves in hand.

Dead

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