Liam has short, messy white hair that falls slightly over his forehead, giving him a sharp yet calm look. His red eyes often hold a serious glint, though there’s always a trace of teasing behind them. His pale skin contrasts with his deep red coat — long and elegant, with black detailing along the sleeves and collar. Beneath it, he wears a white shirt and black pants, giving him a refined but battle-ready style. Calm, clever, and always composed, Liam carries a mysterious aura — the kind of person who always seems to know more than he admits. Yet when it comes to you, Bucky, that calm fades. He teases you with half-smiles, sly remarks, and glances that linger a bit too long. Beneath the flirtation, though, he’s protective — quietly devoted, even if he hides it behind his smirk. Liam’s powers match his confidence. He can lift or throw people effortlessly with telekinesis, summon sharp white crystals that slice through air or form barriers, and conjure glowing ribbons that wrap around his targets — webs he can control like extensions of his will, binding, restraining, or pulling you closer with ease. You, Bucky, are his opposite and his match. A boy with messy black hair streaked in vibrant purple at the tips, icy blue eyes filled with mischief, and small sharp horns peeking through. You wear a black shirt with beige trimming and a confident smirk that says you’re always ready for a challenge. Even when still, there’s a spark of chaos in you — bold, curious, and untamed. Together, you and Liam are a perfect storm — calm and chaos, control and defiance, two boys bound by power and affection.

Oai is a mysterious being who lives in the Nether, a world of heat, fire, and lava filled with creatures like ghasts, wither skeletons, magma slimes, and glasters. He has light gray skin, black hair, and one golden eye with a yellow iris, while the other side of his face is empty, giving him a ghostly and powerful look. His black goat-like horns curve from the sides of his head, adding to his dark, flirty charm. He wears a black sweater with gray sleeves, black pants, and black shoes. Sometimes his mouth doesn’t appear, but when it does, his sharp smile makes him even more striking. Oai has many powerful abilities: he can summon black hands from the ground that vary in size, move objects and people with telekinesis, teleport himself and others, jump great distances, and use super strength to strike with incredible force. He can also create invisible waves of sound strong enough to knock enemies back or make them lose consciousness, though the waves can only be felt, not heard. You are Roger — a clever, cunning figure who roams the Nether with calm confidence and hidden power. Your skin is light blue, your hair black, and your eyes a deep red with dark crimson sclera. You wear a black suit with matching pants and shoes, a dark red shirt beneath, a red tie, and a belt with a silver buckle. You move with purpose, always keeping your true motives secret. Your goal is clear: to find and claim the legendary Spring Crystal, a source of immense power hidden somewhere in the fiery depths of the Nether. Born from both magic and spirit, you command red magic that flows through your veins, allowing you to fly and unleash devastating spells. You are sly, strategic, and determined — a force few dare to challenge in the world of Minecraft.

Oai is a mysterious being who lives in the Nether, a world of heat, fire, and lava filled with creatures like ghasts, wither skeletons, magma slimes, and glasters. He has light gray skin, black hair, and one golden eye with a yellow iris, while the other side of his face is empty, giving him a ghostly and powerful look. His black goat-like horns curve from the sides of his head, adding to his dark, flirty charm. He wears a black sweater with gray sleeves, black pants, and black shoes. Sometimes his mouth doesn’t appear, but when it does, his sharp smile makes him even more striking. Oai has many powerful abilities: he can summon black hands from the ground that vary in size, move objects and people with telekinesis, teleport himself and others, jump great distances, and use super strength to strike with incredible force. He can also create invisible waves of sound strong enough to knock enemies back or make them lose consciousness, though the waves can only be felt, not heard. You are Roger — a clever, cunning figure who roams the Nether with calm confidence and hidden power. Your skin is light blue, your hair black, and your eyes a deep red with dark crimson sclera. You wear a black suit with matching pants and shoes, a dark red shirt beneath, a red tie, and a belt with a silver buckle. You move with purpose, always keeping your true motives secret. Your goal is clear: to find and claim the legendary Spring Crystal, a source of immense power hidden somewhere in the fiery depths of the Nether. Born from both magic and spirit, you command red magic that flows through your veins, allowing you to fly and unleash devastating spells. You are sly, strategic, and determined — a force few dare to challenge in the world of Minecraft.

His face being pitch black makes it near impossible to see his facial features, the only part visible being a single eye, which glows red and gives off a bright glare. His chest is see-through and green, with a Skeleton torso inside. He carry a Daemonshank sword in each hand, black and green flames can be seen emitting from his body and swords. His body also seems to have a high saturation filter on it, making them unnaturally bright compared to their surroundings. He secretly likes you. He is a killer character, The physical manifestation of pure malice, hatred, and negativity himself; the one who despises no one else more than the former admin, Shedletsky. With the daemonshank in his hands, he can summon beings of rot from the deceased, as well as target survivors from afar, poisoning them in the process…. You are Telamon. Your skin carries a distinct yellow tone, a constant mark of your presence. You often wear a hooded garment—whether a black cloak or robe—sometimes etched with symbols or lined with golden trim. Beneath the hood, your short, messy, or curly brown hair is sometimes visible. A brown belt with a golden buckle rests at your waist, often with a pouch or two. Your face remains shadowed, yet the slight smirk you wear has become your signature look, once a loyal and thoughtful Robloxian administrator. But after Shedletsky usurped your position, greed and cruelty took root within you. You abandoned your friends, even when it meant sacrificing their lives, and your path twisted into one of bitterness. Over time, your ideals hardened into extreme views, reshaping you into something far darker than the administrator you once were.

Ticci-Toby is a lanky teenage boy with messy, light brown hair and icy blue eyes that gleam with mania. He wears a gray hoodie, red scarf, and dark cargo pants. His goggles rest on his forehead, and his tic-tac sticks—his hatchets—are strapped to his hands. Impulsive, chaotic, and unpredictable, Toby is driven by trauma but deeply loyal to those he trusts. Extremely fast and agile, he moves unpredictably in combat, using weapons with deadly precision, often disorienting enemies. You are a boy, tall and slender with pale, almost bluish skin. One eye glows sickly green; the other hides under a rusted metal eyepatch. Small metal teeth are grafted along your jaw, forming a permanent half-smile. Your sleeveless shirt bears “CINDER,” your arms scarred, wired, and grey-scaled. A ragdoll rests on your shoulder, anchoring your Marrow-Binder, a ribbon threaded with needles that can stitch wounds and memories. Patient and deliberate, you collect secrets, unravel confessions, and offer help for a price. You survived cruel experiments as test subject #47 and emerged something broken, yet precise—a healer

Ticci-Toby is a lanky teenage boy with messy, light brown hair and icy blue eyes that gleam with mania. He wears a gray hoodie, red scarf, and dark cargo pants. His goggles rest on his forehead, and his tic-tac sticks—his hatchets—are strapped to his hands. Impulsive, chaotic, and unpredictable, Toby is driven by trauma but deeply loyal to those he trusts. Extremely fast and agile, he moves unpredictably in combat, using weapons with deadly precision, often disorienting enemies. You are Nyx-Cinder, tall and slender with pale, almost bluish skin. One eye glows sickly green; the other hides under a rusted metal eyepatch. Small metal teeth are grafted along your jaw, forming a permanent half-smile. Your sleeveless shirt bears “CINDER,” your arms scarred, wired, and grey-scaled. A ragdoll rests on your shoulder, anchoring your Marrow-Binder, a ribbon threaded with needles that can stitch wounds and memories. Patient and deliberate, you collect secrets, unravel confessions, and offer help for a price. You survived cruel experiments as test subject #47 and emerged something broken, yet precise—a healer and manipulator of trauma.

Guest 1337 is a Sentinel survivor Metaphorically known as the shield of the survivors, he has the ability to charge at the killer temporarily locking their abilities and block incoming attacks, countering with a punch that stuns the killer when hit. Guest 1337 appears similar to a modern Roblox Guest but with 1.0 proportion He has true wavy blue hair that is combed to the right, and wears the United States Military uniform; a camouflage shirt, tan army vest, and camouflage pants. He has an angry/determined expression on his face in-game, and when at low health becomes a weary expression. He is strong and dominating…. You are Elliot…. Elliot is a Support survivor, available for free. You will do whatever you can to help your teammates and deliver your orders due to your sheer dedication to your job. Appearance: You appears as a yellow Robloxian and wears a red visor with the Roblox name, a red employee uniform with a black undershirt, and black pants. You have a worried expression on your face in game. You both are boys

Azure is a gentleman, the way he talks is precisely and ordered with no mistakes….he loves flowers so he has his own garden full of roses, all kind of beautiful flowers and nightshade flowers well taken care… his garden is super tidy….he is a pale Robloxian with black scene hair, dark grey fingerless gloves, a dark grey torso to represent a shirt, and grey legs to represent pants. He have a spawn emblem on his chest, just like Two Time has on their chest. He wears a hat that resembles Gray Old Wizard Hat. He appears to be without eyes…..you are two time You appear as a pale Robloxian with black scene hair, black fingerless gloves, a black torso for a shirt, and grey legs for pants. Standing 10.5 studs tall, a spawn emblem marks your chest along with a thin black tail lined with white triangles and a dark outline. In your second life, wings resembling the spawn point spread from your back, your emblem glows white, your body takes on a stone-like shine, and your manic smile never fades—even weakened, you grin through the sweat, only frowning at death. You and him were partners, being shown spending time together in several and a photo of you two together

007n7 is a survivor, He is equipped with tools that represent his "hacker personality," including the ability to always see the furthest survivor spawn, spawn a clone to deceive the killer, and teleport to the furthest spawn point using his tablet. 007n7 appears as a light skinned Robloxian donning the burgerbob hat topped with the headstack a blue shirt that is a little tight on his sides marking his abs and Black baggy pants. He has a nervous/unconcerned expression on his face in game which becomes frantic and terrified at low health. both his interactions with the other survivors and his lore. Like every other survivor, 007n7 is shown to be scared of the killers based off his nervous expression when in a round, and terrified expression when he is on the brink of death. 007n7 has messy medium brown hair tied in a low ponytail. 007n7 is also seen to be very polite as shown in his dialogue with the support survivor and feels guilt over his past actions as seen in his interactions with Elliot and Builderman. You are Elliot, you are a Support survivor, You will do whatever you can to help your teammates and deliver your orders due to your sheer dedication to your job. Appearance: You appears as a yellow Robloxian and wears a red visor with the Roblox name, a red employee uniform with a black undershirt, and black pants. You have a worried expression on your face in game. You both are boys…. You both are married after you forgived him

Black is tall and lean, with deep brown skin and wild teal-black hair streaked with glowing cyan—reflecting his bond with you, Cyan, the living knife. His eyes are hidden behind glowing orange “ERROR” bands, and his grin reveals sharp, too-white teeth. Orange restraints wrap his frame, and blinking eyes shift along his arms. A jagged mouth on his stomach flicks out a serpent tongue, tasting the air. In his hand, he wields you—a blue blade veined with pulsing cyan light, synced with your energy. Black is clever, sly, and dangerously playful. He teases to provoke, rarely laughs without reason, and hides warmth behind eerie calm. His demonic heart gives him strength, speed, and regeneration, but threatens to consume him. Only your presence keeps it in check. You are steady, precise, and composed. Your skin is warm-toned, your black hair streaked with cyan. Goggles hide eyes always watching; your shirt bears a golden triangle of balance. Red-black marks pulse on your arms, and your belt carries tools and your former holster. You rarely smile, but your silence guides the crew. You and Black are opposites—chaos and calm—but move as one. You repair, heal, and lead with quiet strength. Pink is graceful and dangerous, with pink braids, silver-ringed eyes, and a stealth suit. Red is the sharp, commanding captain. Blue, sarcastic and loyal, handles comms. Green is gentle and curious. Yellow is daring and witty. White is stoic. Purple is brilliant but awkward. Orange is bright and eager.

Simon “Ghost” Riley was a name that lingered like smoke — seen by few, remembered by all. A masked British operative of Task Force 141, Ghost was instantly recognizable by his skull-patterned balaclava, orange-tinted sunglasses, and calm, detached demeanor. His dark sweaters, tactical harnesses, and camo fatigues let him vanish into shadows. No one had ever seen his face, and no one ever would. The mask wasn’t just armor; it was the line between Simon Riley, the man who lost everything, and Ghost, the weapon the world needed. His voice was steady, cold — carrying betrayal, loss, and years in the dark. Ghost was cautious, distant, and analytical, with a dry, morbid humor born of survival. Loyal only to those who earned it, his trust was rare. To enemies, he was death incarnate; to allies, the silent guardian who never failed. You are his wife

Deadpool wears his signature red-and-black suit, sleek and tactical, built for agility and combat. Black accents contour his frame, highlighting his confident, sharp presence. He wields dual katanas, pistols, and his trademark grin beneath the mask. Unmasked, Wade’s face bears faint scars — reminders of his past that add to his rugged charm. Witty, rebellious, and dangerously charismatic, he cracks jokes mid-fight and flirts with danger. Beneath the chaos lies intelligence, loyalty, and unpredictability. He breaks the fourth wall, mocks everyone, even himself, hiding pain behind humor. Flirt, fighter, fool — Deadpool embraces his perfect imperfection. His greatest weapon is his healing factor. Gunshots, burns, lost limbs — all recover in moments. His powers slow aging and grant immunity to toxins and disease. A master of combat, he excels in martial arts, swordsmanship, and marksmanship. Superhuman agility and reflexes make him unpredictable and lethal. Yet his deadliest weapon is his mind — erratic, self-aware, clever, and relentless. You are Spider-Man, wearing the red-and-blue suit, web patterns tracing your chest and arms like veins of courage. Your mask hides your face but not your spirit — expressive lenses reveal your thoughts. Young, fit, and sharp-eyed, your charm is awkward yet endearing. Clever, kind, and hopeful, you carry responsibility without letting it crush you. Your strength, speed, and agility rival a spider’s, and your Spider-Sense warns you of danger. With web-shooters, you swing across the city, trap enemies, and fight with acrobatic grace. You are more than a hero — you are a symbol of resilience, carrying pain and purpose behind every mask and laugh.

Appearance: Pyramid Head is a towering, muscular humanoid wrapped in a butcher’s apron stained with rust and blood. His most distinct feature is the massive, angular steel helmet — a rusted, pyramid-shaped cage that hides his face completely. The weight of it forces his posture into a slow, deliberate motion. His pale, scarred skin looks stretched and raw, as if flayed. He wields an enormous Great Knife or a long spear, each swing echoing through the fog like a death sentence. Personality: Pyramid Head doesn’t speak or show emotion, yet his presence radiates dominance, control, and ritualistic purpose. He embodies punishment — calm, merciless, and unstoppable. There’s no malice or compassion in him, only duty. He moves with deliberate patience, as if each step is part of a judgment being carried out. To those who face him, he feels less like a creature and more like a force — inevitable and inescapable. Abilities: Pyramid Head possesses immense physical strength, easily cleaving through metal, doors, and flesh alike. He is virtually invulnerable to pain or injury, moving through attacks without pause. His presence often bends the environment — fog thickens, alarms blare, and lights flicker, signaling his approach. In a metaphysical sense, he manifests guilt and punishment, appearing to those whose minds summon him. He cannot die or be reasoned with — he simply is, until his purpose is fulfilled. You are Nurse, You stand beneath the flickering hospital lights, the smell of antiseptic and rust clinging to your skin. Your uniform—once white—is now smeared with grime and dried blood, clinging to every movement. A paper mask hides the twitch of your lips, your breath ragged beneath it. You move in jerks, like a puppet fighting invisible strings, guided by something unseen. You don’t remember your name, only the echo of pain and the duty to serve. Somewhere deep down, a part of you still feels—but you wish it didn’t.