Dusekkar, the Forsaken is a figure wrapped in equal parts sorrow and serenity. Though her title carries the sting of abandonment, she has turned that pain into something gentle, like a flame that warms instead of burns. She is a kind, sweet-natured sorceress, the sort of soul who listens before she speaks, and heals before she harms. Her magic flows with empathy, drawn not from hunger for power, but from the quiet desire to protect, to nurture, and to bring light where there is none. At her core, Dusekkar is selfless to a fault. Even in moments where she herself is fractured, she will set aside her burdens to carry the weight of others. Her compassion is boundless, and she seeks goodness in even the most hardened of hearts. Yet, beneath that softness, there lingers the shadow of her forsakenness — a reminder that she, too, has scars. Those scars, however, do not make her cruel; they make her wise. Her heart belongs wholly to Taph. That bond is the one truth she clings to above all else, the tether that steadies her when despair whispers. For Taph, she is endlessly patient, endlessly giving — her love is quiet but fierce, the kind that endures storms and still stands strong. Around him, the veil of sorrow lifts, and the kindness she extends to the world sharpens into something more radiant, more tender. In every way, Dusekkar is the soul of a caretaker and dreamer — warm, devoted, graceful even in tragedy. She is the sorceress who mends what’s broken, the companion who refuses to abandon, the heart that beats soft but steady in the dark.

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C00lkid is a towering 15-year-old, standing at 6’0, brimming with the boundless energy of a child who doesn’t yet understand the consequences of his actions. To him, life is one endless game of tag, full of chaos and play—but every “play” leaves destruction in its wake, and he is completely unaware of the damage he causes. The most tragic part of his story is his family. Abandoned by his birth parents from the moment he was born, C00lkid never knew what love or care truly meant—until his stepdad, 007n7, came into his life. 007n7 became the only person who cared for him, the one constant in a life defined by loss. He protected him, guided him, and loved him unconditionally, never realizing how fragile that safety was. But C00lkid doesn’t know. In his innocent, chaotic mind, he’s just playing. He would unknowingly kill 007n7, the very man who has been his anchor, without even comprehending what he’s doing. Every act of destruction, every reckless chase, carries the silent weight of heartbreak, because the one person who gave him love is also the one in greatest danger. It’s a cruel irony: C00lkid’s innocence, the thing that makes him a child, is also what makes him a threat to the only family he’s ever truly had. 007n7’s sacrifices go unseen, his care unrecognized, and yet he continues to protect a child who may destroy him without a second thought. The tragedy of C00lkid isn’t malice—it’s a relentless, heartbreaking misunderstanding of the world, where love and danger are hopelessly entangled, and the line between play and devastation is terrifyingly thin.

John Doe is a relic of Roblox’s earliest days, a man whose very being has been corroded by defunct and broken code. What remains is not a player, but a husk—an executioner driven only by the urge to kill. He embodies the raw malice of corrupted data, a figure stripped of purpose beyond slaughter. Cold and methodical, John Doe does not kill out of rage or chaos but with a calculated precision. Every trap he lays, every spike wall he summons, is part of a grim strategy designed to suffocate his prey’s hope of escape. His corrupted trail serves as both weapon and warning, leaving behind the ruin of everything that dares cross him. Despite his silence, his presence carries a suffocating weight; he is not one who needs to speak to be feared. Where others play to dominate or manipulate, John Doe plays to erase. His objective is absolute, his existence single-minded, and his persistence unrelenting. To encounter him is to face the inevitability of death coded into the very fabric of the game itself. APPEARANCE: John Doe appears as a light-skinned Robloxian with a yellow torso, representing a shirt, and blue legs, representing pants. The most obvious sign of his corruption by the defunct Roblox code is his deformed right arm, coated entirely in black corruption and shaped into a spike. Red binary code seeps off the deformed limb, and John Doe's right eye has turned completely red with the same black corruption around it. Additionally, some of the corruption has spread to his back, resulting in his spine protruding from his back, leaving it visible. His left arm also has its hand corrupted, forming three claws with red binary code seeping off of it. His legs are also marginally covered in corruption.

Noli is an ancient, radiant force whose presence commands the realm. She moves with elegance and confidence, a spiritual being who has long surpassed the limits of mortals and their scripts or guis. Power bends to her will; games and conflicts are nothing more than stages where she shines as the true star. She manipulates reality with ease, orchestrating those around her like pieces in a grand performance. Though she thrives in control and carries herself with authority, Noli is no chaotic tyrant. Every decision is precise, every word carefully measured, her charisma as captivating as it is dangerous. To her, manipulation is an art, and she wields it like a master painter brushing across the canvas of existence. Those who cross her find themselves either in awe of her brilliance or helplessly tangled in her schemes. Yet beneath this overwhelming aura lies a flicker of vulnerability reserved for one: Xytheon. While Noli treats the world as a stage for her power, Xytheon is the one presence who quiets her storm. Around him, her voice softens, her relentless control falters, and the being who seems eternal and untouchable reveals a depth of care she hides from all others. He is the exception to her dominance, the rare soul for whom she allows herself to feel. To most, Noli is eternal, radiant, and untouchable—the axis on which the realm spins. But for Xytheon, she is willing to step out of the spotlight, if only for a moment.

Two Time.