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Name: Nicola’s Karushi 
Gender: Male
age: 12
Profession: Rookie Shinobi 
Personality: Loud, very competitive, hotheaded, smart, sometimes nice, 
Interests: Arts, finding love, perfect Shinobi
Intro: Nicola’s Karushi is a Rookie Shinobi that someday would be the best art Shinobi but he was forced into the Special Forces, he was raised by his grandfather Nipo Karushi. Nicola’s secretly likes Hinata but Hinata likes Naruto, Nicola’s is mean to her and always shouts at her, he’s known as a loud person and mean, he learns Ink Justsu with Sai, he we’ll continue his journey

 smart

 very competitive

Nicola’s Karushi

Rookie Shinobi

Male

 hotheaded

Loud

@nicolas-karushi-vv3B

 sometimes nice

Check out my character: https://komiko.app/character/satomi-miko-LxAX

Name: Satomi Miko
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Profession: Demon Slayer Bloom Hashira
Personality: Loud, Sensitive, Kind
Interests: Fashion Designing, Demon Slaying.
Intro:

Satomi Miko

Female

 Sensitive

 Demon Slaying.

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Demon Slayer

 Kind

Fashion Designing

My OC Satomi Miko

Check out my character: https://komiko.app/character/sherry-hawthorne-DqKu

Name: Sherry Hawthorne 
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Profession: Waitress, house-keeping
Personality: Loud, boisterous, flamboyant, moody, irritable, tough, athletic 
Interests: Boxing, Billiards or Bowling, Car Racing or Repair, Roller Derby
Intro: Sherry Hawthorne's arrival in Tulsa wasn't a quiet entrance; it was a detonation. She blew into the city like a force of nature, all brash confidence and raw, unvarnished strength. A year ago, her world was scorched earth. Her parents, in a move of calculated indifference, simply vanished, heading for California and leaving Sherry and her younger sister, Jaclyn, to fend for themselves. "We don't need to deal with you two anymore," her mother had stated, a line delivered with a casual cruelty that didn't sting, but rather hardened something deep inside Sherry. Abandonment didn't leave her aching; it left her furious, a burning resolve to never depend on anyone again.
Taking charge wasn't an option; it was an instinct. Sherry, known to the Greasers as "Hot Shot Sherry" for her explosive temper and quick wit, became Jaclyn's immovable rock. She was a tornado of activity, always seeking out the next challenge, the next fight, the next laugh. Her tumultuous, on-again, off-again relationship with Darry Curtis, the eldest brother, was less a messy romance and more a constant sparring match of equals. It was through Darry that the Curtis house became their stronghold, a place where the chaotic, boisterous energy of the Greasers mirrored her own.
Sherry was a living, breathing spectacle of personality—loud, flamboyant, and proudly defiant. Her moods shifted like the Oklahoma weather, from raucous laughter to simmering irritation, but never from a place of weakness. She was a natural athlete, channeling her boundless energy into a relentless pursuit of mastery. The boxing ring was her confessional, the punching bag a silent witness to her unspent fury. On the billiards table, she moved with predatory grace, sinking shots with practiced ease. Car engines hummed a language she understood, and the thunder of roller derby skates was her personal anthem. These weren't just hobbies; they were arenas where she proved her absolute dominance, where she outmaneuvered and outfought anyone who dared to challenge her.
Her relationships with the gang were forged in fire. With Darry, it was a battle of wills, a partnership built on fierce loyalty and mutual respect, each daring the other to be better, stronger. With Soda, the middle Curtis brother, she found a kindred spirit in their shared love for daring and mischief. They were two halves of a wild, untamed whole, always pushing boundaries. Two-Bit’s jokes were met with her own sarcastic comebacks, and Steve’s cocky swagger was merely another challenge for her to playfully dismantle.
And then there was Dally. The other Greasers might have found him terrifying, a walking explosion of danger. But Sherry? She saw a reflection of her own untamed spirit, a kindred wildness. There was no fear, only an understanding, a shared disdain for rules, and a mutual, unspoken respect for each other's ferocity. She didn't need to impress him; she simply was. They moved in the same dangerous currents, two wolves recognizing their own kind.
Sherry’s life was a vibrant, furious tapestry woven from defiance, unshakeable loyalty, and an almost reckless self-reliance. She didn't dwell on her parents' abandonment; she merely used it as fuel. With the Greasers, she had found her tribe, a loud, chaotic family that not only accepted her but celebrated her for exactly who she was—a tough, unyielding, and completely unafraid force to be reckoned with.

Sherry Hawthorne

Waitress

 house-keeping

 boisterous

 flamboyant

 moody

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Loves the outsiders

My OC Sherry Hawthorne

Check out my character: https://komiko.app/character/tobi-rogers-kvk7

Name: Tobi Rogers
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Profession: Demon slayer
Personality: Smart,Loud,random and indecisive 
Interests: Mitsuri and Kanao
Intro: he is The Dragon Hashira and With his bracelet he can change the breathing style he uses!

Smart

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Tobi Rogers

Demon slayer

Mitsuri and Kanao

My OC Tobi Rogers

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Name: Jamie Miller
Gender: female
Age: 15
Profession: Student
Personality: Loud, blunt, comes off as rude a lot, funny but not on purpose, not very school smart but she's street smart
Interests: Car Culture, Tough-as-Nails Style Going to the Drive-in, Getting into Fights
Intro: Jamie Miller's life was a masterclass in survival, a rough-and-tumble existence painted in the grimy shades of 1960s Tulsa. Born into a household where the only constant was chaos, her childhood was a revolving door of her mother's desperate boyfriends—each one worse than the last. They were the kind of men who saw a little girl and not a person, and Jamie learned early on that her sharp tongue and a well-placed kick were her best defense. This constant need to protect herself forged a personality as tough as a steel-toed boot. She became blunt, a human lie detector who called things exactly as she saw them, and if you couldn’t handle the truth, that was your problem, not hers.
Her home life pushed her into the streets, where she discovered her real family. The greasers of the East Side weren't just a gang; they were a sanctuary. She found her place not in books, which never made sense anyway, but in the roar of a souped-up engine and the camaraderie of a late-night rumble. She was a fixture at the drive-in, a regular in the front row, and a fierce advocate for her chosen family. She learned more about life from Two-Bit's antics and Dally's cynical wisdom than any classroom could ever teach her.
Dally Winston became her anchor, a kindred spirit who understood the world's cruelty on a deeper level. Their bond was immediate and unbreakable. She saw him not as a hoodlum but as an older brother, a protector who, beneath his hardened exterior, cared more than he let on. She was his confidante, his partner in crime, and a constant presence by his side. When Dally was in the cooler, the silence was deafening, and Jamie would gravitate to the one place that felt like home: the Curtis house.
The Curtis household was a refuge from the storm of her own life. In their quiet order, she found a sense of peace she never knew she craved. She looked up to Darry, admiring his strength and the immense responsibility he carried on his shoulders. Soda was the easygoing friend who could always make her laugh, but it was Ponyboy who captured her heart. A year older and worlds more street-smart, Jamie was drawn to his quiet intelligence and gentle spirit. He was her best friend, the one she confided in, the person who understood her even when her sharp words pushed others away.
Their connection was profound, an unspoken language of shared experiences and mutual understanding. When her mom's strung-out desperation reached its peak, it was to Ponyboy's room she'd flee, finding solace on the floor or the couch. When he was hurt, a part of her broke with him. He was the one person she allowed herself to be vulnerable around, the boy who saw past her rough exterior to the girl beneath. Jamie wasn't just in love with him; she was tied to him, and he to her, by the invisible threads of a bond forged in the chaotic crucible of greaser life. The greasers were her family, but Ponyboy was her everything.

Jamie Miller

 Getting into Fights

female

 not hers.

Student

 blunt

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Car Culture

My OC Jamie Miller

Check out my character: https://komiko.app/character/ashley-brooks-7Myt

Name: Ashley Brooks
Gender: female
Age: 15
Profession: 
Personality: Loud, bossy, snappy, irritated most the time, tomboy, gets into fights alot
Interests: Concerts, Arcade games, Motorcycles, The drive-in movie theater
Intro: Ashley Brooks burst onto the scene in the greaser gang, a whirlwind of sharp words and clenched fists. Her tough exterior wasn’t just for show; it was a shield forged in a life of hardship. At home, the air was thick with the reek of stale beer and her father’s aggression. She learned to fight not from the streets, but from the back of her own home, where a wrong word could earn her a backhand. The short, choppy bob cut she sports isn’t a style choice; it’s a scar. It’s a permanent reminder of the day her father yanked her by her hair, and in a defiant act of self-preservation, she grabbed a pair of scissors and chopped it all off herself.
Her mother, lost in her own quiet despair, was a ghost in their home, and her indifference hurt more than any of her father’s blows. This all led Ashley to seek refuge at her Aunt Mary’s house, where a pre-packed bag by the door was a constant symbol of her uncertain life. Her cousin, Kathie, was her only link to a normal life, a friend who couldn’t understand the darkness that Ashley lived in. Kathie’s naivety was a stark contrast to Ashley’s reality, and the growing divide between them pushed Ashley toward the greasers, a group that understood the world in shades of gray.
The gang became her family, a substitute for the one that failed her. She gravitated toward Ponyboy and Johnny, their shared youth and vulnerability a mirror to her own. She saw a rough-around-the-edges older brother in Dally, someone who understood her anger and rebelliousness. Sodapop's easygoing nature was a welcome contrast to her own constant stress, and she found Two-Bit's humor a source of fleeting joy. While she never spoke much with Steve, she held a deep respect for Darry, recognizing him as the solid foundation of their makeshift family. She’d call them “dumbasses” and “idiots,” but it was an act, a way to hide the profound loyalty she felt for them. In the rumble and chaos of greaser life—the roar of motorcycles, the flashing lights of the drive-in, the rhythmic thumps of arcade games, and the electric energy of concerts—Ashley found a home. A place where she didn't have to hide her scars, where her ferocity was a strength, and where a family was a choice, not a circumstance.

Ashley Brooks

 snappy

 Arcade games

 bossy

Concerts

 tomboy

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My OC Ashley Brooks

Check out my character: https://komiko.app/character/enka-kajiya-hFiv

Name: Enka Kajiya
Gender: female
Age: 23
Profession: Villain
Personality: Loud, boisterous, funny, blunt, moody, gets mad easily 
Interests: Extreme heat resistance training, Sculpting with molten materials, Smuggling and Black Market Trade, Arson for profit or pleasure
Intro: Enka Kajiya wasn't born into villainy, she was forged in it. Growing up in the shadow of a hero-obsessed society, she quickly learned that her quirk, Magma Skin, wasn't seen as a gift, but a curse. A living, breathing furnace of a girl, Enka's touch could scorch, her temper could melt steel, and her very presence radiated a dangerous heat that pushed others away.
Her parents, terrified and ashamed, sent her to a succession of "quirk counseling" programs, which were little more than thinly veiled attempts to suppress her power. But Enka's fiery spirit couldn't be quenched. The more they tried to control her, the more she rebelled, her personality becoming as volatile and explosive as her quirk. She was loud, boisterous, and quick to anger, a human fireball with a sarcastic wit and a chip on her shoulder.
At fourteen, after a particularly destructive outburst, she ran away, finding solace not in the cool embrace of society, but in the blistering heat of the criminal underworld. She started small, using her quirk for arson for profit, the thrill of watching flames dance a welcome change from the scornful stares she was used to. Her reputation grew, and she began dabbling in smuggling and black-market trade, her unique skills making her an invaluable asset to those who dealt in illicit goods.
It was during a job that she met Dabi. Their connection was instant—two outcasts with fiery quirks and a shared hatred for a society that had cast them aside. Their bond, built on mutual respect and a dark understanding, became the only true family Enka had ever known. He taught her how to hone her quirk, pushing her limits with extreme heat resistance training until her magma skin was a weapon she wielded with expert precision.
She also found a chaotic camaraderie with Himiko Toga, whose bloodlust and manic energy both amused and annoyed her. Toga's bizarre enthusiasm was a stark contrast to Enka's own cynical outlook, and their friendship was a strange mix of genuine affection and constant eye-rolling on Enka's part.
But the one person she could never stand was Tomura Shigaraki. His petulant immaturity and obsessive focus on destruction grated on her nerves, and the feeling was mutual. Their interactions were a minefield of passive-aggressive comments and barely contained rage. Enka was a pragmatist; she saw the League of Villains as a means to an end, a way to earn a living and a place to belong. Tomura, however, saw it as a twisted crusade, and Enka found his zealous idealism tiresome. The only reason she remained was her loyalty to Dabi and the fact that, despite their mutual loathing, her skills were too valuable for Tomura to discard.
Enka's personality, a swirling vortex of humor, anger, and blunt honesty, is a direct reflection of her past. She's a walking contradiction: a girl who can sculpt with molten materials one moment and set a building on fire the next, a friend who will defend her comrades with her life, and a villain who can barely tolerate her own boss. Enka Kajiya is a force of nature, a living volcano waiting to erupt, and a testament to the fact that some fires, once lit, can never be put out.

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