Choose any character from the three shows, if a character is already taken, then you can't choose them, but you can make an OC.
My OC's name is Jaquelynn Reese, someone from one of my fanfics. She goes by Jax, and has a dark secret that makes her hated by Angels, which may turn out pretty bad. 5'10" and firey red hair, she's just a /little/ badass.
I set the glass on the counter, glancing at the two newcomers in the bar. They were big and burly, wearing jeans and flannels. They looked dangerous. One was tall, with shaggy hair that hung to his jaw, and the other had dirty blonde hair that stuck up like he'd been struck by lightning.
"Who might you two be?" I asked as they came up to the bar, the short one ordering pie.
"Brothers." The short one answered sharply. I caught a flash of silver from inside their coats and was instantly on guard. Angel Blades.
"Aren't you an angel," I muttered under my breath.
Both looked at me, surprise registering in their features. "What would you know about angels?" The tall one asked.
"Enough to know that you two are some." I pulled my own blade.
The two exchanged a bewildered look. "We're not Angels."
(Guess)
From an illusive corner, sat a man with an upturned trench coat. His sleep deprived eyes scanned the room carefully, plucking out skeptical occurrences and toying with them silently. His lips remained still and downturned, but his face had curiosity etched across it's placid outside. Black locks of hair curled messily around his well defined cheekbones, shuddering at his subtle movements. In his booth, he gripped a glass of water and a clouded menu. Shadows swung and tangled across his body, jarring the soft colors with even more pronounced depth. His breathing, somewhat uneven, exposed a quiet wheeze in his pained exhales.