((Er, I'm making them right now. I know it isn't a very good idea for me to do so right now, but I have time and don't care if they are failed. x3
EDIT, here they are:
Username: Roseness (I am changing it back tomorrow. . .)
Character Name: Kuro Nacht (He obviously made up his name. x3)
Nickname: Phobia or Fear
Age: 14 (And a half, he persists.)
Lad or Lass?: Lad
Gang: Stray Dogs
Rank: Thug
Personality: Somewhat kind and friendly once you get to know him. Phobia is quiet but not shy, and usually keeps to himself. He doesn't usually make relationships often, but when he does it sticks. He isn't selfish at all and would give himself up in a heartbeat to save those close to him. He can be quite odd sometimes. Phobia can be a little stingy and arrogant at times and won't admit that he needs help or ask for it unless it is completely neccessary. He is strong-willed and determined, but tends to be a bit lazy sometimes.
Crush: N/A
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: Open, and Fang is a naughty boy, having dirty thoughts about SpongeBob!
History: His mother died giving birth to him. Phobia's father blamed him and insulted, beat, and whipped him every day. He has many scars all over his body, including one that runs almost all the way down the right side of his face. He also has a burned ear and is (suprise,) deaf in that one, along with a scar covering most of his arm on the same side. It happened when his father finally lost himself. He tried to burn him to death by throwing Kuro into a fire, screaming about his supposed demonicosity (x3 I made up a new word just for him). Phobia instinctively backhanded his "father" and hurl him into the consuming pyre that could very well have been his grave. Leaving the insane man to be engulfed in the flames, he fled from the place he often revisited in his nightmares.
Weapon/s: Glock 22, 9" arming dagger
Picture/description:


Other (if I missed anything!): Phobia is skilled in hand-to-hand combat and uses his size and speed to his advantage, overpowering his opponents. He also favors his dagger and only uses his gun if necessary, since he doesn't like them very much but agrees that they are useful.
Username: Roseness
Character Name: Bellatrix Shane Nightrose (Call her by her first name and she'll skin you alive, she goes by Shane.)
Nickname: Night or Shane
Age: 16
Lad or Lass?: Lass
Gang: Black Death
Rank: Weasel
Personality: Shane is somewhat sadistic and can be cold and cruel-hearted at times, and she is bold and outgoing. She isn't afraid to fight dirty or be shallow but has self-respect as well. She is proud and stubborn but can be relatively obedient when required; she won't admit if she's hurt or needs help. Shane has a quick temper and lashes out dangerously when aggravated; if she is hurt she doesn't show it and instead uses anger to conceal it. Despite this, she can be friendly if she wants to but won't smile in front of strangers. Shane only reveals her "true self" to the rest of the gang. Rather, she shows a glimpse of her actual personality when she is with her own kind.
Crush: N/A
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: Open
History: Shane was conceived a twin, but her sibling was born dead, while she was unhealthy and unlikely to live. Her mother was a pill-popping achohol-consuming teenager that made a mistake and abandoned her as soon as she could, and Jenn never met her father, not that she wanted to in the first place. Her heart stopped once for a whole two minutes, but she pulled out of it. After many more struggles she didn't deserve, she was deemed healthy and whisked away to numerous orphanages. Her unappealing personality and anti-socialness chased most people away. Robert and Ellenore Nightrose adopted her due to her uniqueness at age eight. For two happy years, Shane had a family and home. One fateful night, the child woke to hear a minute noise emitting from her parents' room. It sounded like someone had used a knife to puncture skin and that slurped their drink rather loudly, but that didn't explain the muffled shriek. The girl's eyes went as round as the full moon providing the only light and brimmed with tears at what she saw. A black-clad man crouched over a shadowed form, only appearing to be a young adult, removed his knife from Ellenore's neck, a lone drop of blood streaking her skin, then stood aruptly. He turned to lock his gleaming blue eyes to rest on her own. He grinned maliciosly, his unnaturally white teeth shining in the moonlight. Jenn instinctively grabbed the closest sharp object she could find-- which just so happened to be a pocketknife with an inscription she couldn't read yet --and thrust it before her. In the same instant, the boy lunged towards her to find himself with a knife lodged through his throat. Shane ran and left him to die among her guardians' bodies and lived in the streets since then, and has kept the pocketknife for the rest of her life. She lived on the streets since then before being recruited into the Black Death for her exceeding lying skills and expert thievery.
Weapon/s: A set of throwing daggers, sometimes poison-tipped, an old silver pocketknife
Picture/description:

Other: Shane is schizophrenic and is basically a once-happy defiant gang member. Another unrelated, contrasting problem with her: If anyone manages to steal her heart, she is at their mercy. She hasn't read FANG yet, or about Fang's dirty thoughts about
Max SpongeBob. . .
I may make another charrie later.))