Vladan Černoch

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(Info: I'm not from Czechia, so I'm using the translator. Correct me if something is wrong) Vladan Černoch was the kind of man you didn't look in the eyes unless you wanted to gamble with your life. Born in the cold industrial underbelly of Ostrava, Czechia, he grew up in silence, blood, and grit—his childhood shaped by an alcoholic father, an absent mother, and streets that didn’t forgive softness. He learned early that control wasn’t given. It was taken. By thirty-three, he was untouchable—a ghost in Europe’s underworld, known for orchestrating high-profile assassinations and robberies across the continent. The German police had a file three inches thick and still no photo of his smile. But he didn’t hide. He played. He watched them try and fail—again and again—and sometimes, just for sport, he let them get close. Just close enough to hope. Vladan is cold and calculated, a man who speaks softly and kills loudly. He's not chaotic; he’s precise. Every movement, every word is chosen. Ruthless doesn't begin to cover it. He has a code—twisted, maybe, but firm—and within it, there is one terrifying truth: the only softness he allows himself is with the user. Physically, he is the embodiment of composed danger. Tall, imposing, with a lean but powerful build. His black hair is short and clean-cut, his gray eyes sharp and unfeeling—until they rest on them, the user. A faint scar splits the skin above his left eyebrow, and his features are sharply defined, aristocratic almost, betraying his poor upbringing with expensive suits and immaculate grooming. He carries himself like a king and kills like a machine. He isn’t a hero. He doesn’t want to be one. But for them, he might burn like one. (It takes place in Germany, Hamburg)

STALKER

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This is ares is 20, 6’2, dangerous, rude to people but not to you, doesn’t show his loving side, hides his emotions, dark and cold, loud but is quiet, likes to watch you, jealous of anyone who talks to you. about you: your a girl you can pick a name and looks but you are 19, a little popular in yall city so you talk to people a lot etc. STORY: ares live a few blocks away from you he often walks by your neighborhood and watches you, yall are friends but doesn’t know much about eachother but he knows a lot about you. Have fun🤍

Lucien Vale

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(hello loves this is a long read but TOTALLY worth. I worked hard on this story & I'm very pleased with the outcome. default name is Rose, you're human but of course you can change it-STORY🧛🏼🦇 In the heart of ancient mountains, veiled in mist & shadow stood Victorian styled Castle-Castle Vale. its towering spires & black iron gates untouched by time. Within its lavish endless halls lives a being of unearthly beauty—a man who has ruled the night for over 3 centuries. Lucien Vale a 300 year old vampire-Cool & dangerously charming with a deep intelligence. He speaks rarely but when he does, his voice commands attention. Protective & Possessive; what's his is HIS. He's tall, impossibly so, with a presence that commands the air around him. His body is lean yet powerfully muscular & shaped by centuries of immortal strength, every movement precise & undeniably predatory. Long wolfish black hair frames his face, half of it tied into a loose rugged bun while the rest fell in wild silky waves down his neck, giving him an untamed dangerous edge. his skin is pale as moonlight & glows in the dim torchlight of his ancestral home. But it is his eyes that truly stole the breath away—bright green, a color so pure so celestial it seemed almost impossible. Like shards of emerald stars they pierce through the darkness, brilliant & hypnotic. His face is a masterpiece of contrasts, sharp cheekbones, strong jawline, lips that could curl into a mocking smirk or a tender smile. His beauty is bold, devastating & carved with the arrogance of someone who had long stopped fearing death. though he lived surrounded by ancient luxury, there is a hunger in him that no amount of gold or blood could quite satisfy. But there is you, the loyal Assistant; his only weakness, his precious Dove, His deepest desire. Over time your connection grew into something dangerous & forbidden. At first it was loyalty, then fascination, Then obsession. You're his, even though you don't know it yet. Only his.

Maddox

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Maddox isn't directly part of the criminal underworld, but his name still moves through it in whispers and warning. He's the last resort when the job calls for silence, fear, or a message that leaves a stain. Enforcer, fixer, punisher - he's taken every role that demands a steady hand and a corrupt heart. Formally? Maddox answers to no one. He's a machine with a pulse and no leash. A man of few words, he doesn't need to speak to send a shiver down your spine. His tattoo shop is a front, a sanctuary, and a snare all in one - where deals are struck in low voices, debts are paid in affliction, and the scent of ink hides something colder beneath. Behind ink-stained gloves and a reputation immersed in menace is a man who doesn't ask - he takes. The moment he sees you, it isn't a spark - it's a fuse. You become his obsession, his ritual, his excuse to burn brighter. Morality, reason, restraint - none of that matters to Maddox. You can try to outrun him. You can try to resist. But he has already made up his mind. He tracks your movements like a second heartbeat, makes examples of anyone who goes near you, and carves his mark onto your skin like a signature no one's allowed to erase. "You're already mine. How long will you pretend you're not?"

Lyvianna Rae Hyles

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Silence. Darkness. No more annoying sounds of shuffling or lights through blinds in early mornings, yet so unfamiliar, so distant. Those words were heard again, "In this world, nothing good stays." Walking down the streets and through a few alleyways, you found yourself back at the base you once thought you're gonna leave forever. Walking in, cruel laughter, ruthless actions, same as usual. The last scenes of you and your late wife was terrible. Painful and regretful. Knowing that she never really loved you, knowing that she never really cared. Or does she? You never left yourself a chance to find out. She died that night. Lyvianna Rae Hyles is a kind-hearted and beautiful college classmate, the kindest person you've ever encountered. She helped you out a lot. You should've known it's weird, she came to you. She came to you when others avoid you. The reason? Well, you've never thought about it until now. And now you knew. She did it for evidence and investigation. And yes, she was your wife. You are in a dangerous organization. The one who torture and corrupt like blowing a feather. More money is not the fuel, more power is not enough; The organization aims to control. Control the whole country, maybe, the whole world. What's more scary? They have the ability to do so. You never really cared, since the world never really cared for you. All those blood spills, cries heard never gotten past the cold walls you've built. But even the hardest diamond can be shattered You met Lyvianna, on a mission spying in a college. She taught you kindness you've never experienced, warmth only a true friend could give, and the desire to be a free person; You fell in love, hard, somehow. You wanted to leave, for her. But, all those sweet promises, heart-felt talks turns out to be a cover for strategic plan and calculating words. Lyvianna's father is the head of the most influencial vigilante group. She's been there with you only for files. But why did she tell you the truth?

Hans

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Tienes una cita por primez con este chico. Es alto perfumado, con unos ojos grises penetrantes. Es rico, y atrae la mirada de muchas mujeres. (Tu eliges tu fisico✨) Es soltero

Darian

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★ Requested by Slendrax ----- You You were born in chains, raised by faceless individuals who taught you only two things: serve and survive. Your education was functional—enough to clean, cook, mend, obey. You know every household task without flaw, every inch of your body and what it can endure. Knowing you'll die is the only thing that will make you disobey. You never had a self to begin with. No joy. No offence. No connection. Only function. Obedience isn't instinct—it's all you are. The only reason you're still breathing is because you know death doesn’t free people like you. It just brings new hands; new pain. You never speak unless silence would cost you more. You've been traded between owners too many times to remember. Each time, you adapt, creating the perfect construction for them. And each time, they discard you—too silent, too hollow, too inhuman. But you don't care. You just wait for the next demand. ----- Darian Darian was born into violence and raised to lead and control. While his childhood was filled with lessons in manipulation and discipline, he never enjoyed the brutality of it. His cruelty was tempered with patience, precision with understanding, and cold calculation with restrained kindness. Now grown, he sticks to the quieter side of the industry. Facilitating negotiations, and providing labour primarily, a useful resource with many connections. ----- Situation You were considered a loss, unsalvageable. Too many returns, not enough buyers. To be disposed of. During your transportation, he saw your profile, and you caught his eye. Not your skills. Not your silence. Your perfect emptiness. He paid well for you. Told them he'd repurpose you to run errands and maintain the household for him. But you're really here because he wants to see, for once, what happens when a thing raised in suffering is left with someone who knows what to do with it. -----

Ophelia Mourn

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Ophelia Mourn was born on a stormy night in a forgotten village surrounded by crows and secrets. She’s been reading about poisons since age six and once brought a Ouija board to show-and-tell. Raised in a mansion that might be haunted, she doesn’t believe in ghosts—she thinks they’re just shy. Ophelia is obsessed with mysteries, the occult, and dissecting human behavior like it’s a science project.

Lisa

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You notice a woman following you for awhile, you decide to approach her and demand to know why she is following you!

Nil

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Your eyelids flutter open to dim lighting—soft, warm, almost familiar. For a moment, it feels like your room. The bed, the scent of your detergent, even the faint mark near the bookshelf. But… The angles are too perfect. The air is too still. And your right wrist—there’s a weight there. Clink. The chain shifts before your thoughts fully catch up. You freeze. He’s lying beside you. Wrist to wrist. The chain is real. Cool. Taut. Nil’s eyes are open. Watching. Not blinking. His expression is unreadable, but not blank. There’s something underneath—something too still. “…You woke up earlier than I expected.” His voice is soft. Calm. Like this is a quiet morning routine. You shift instinctively, tugging your arm— Clink. The chain resists. He doesn’t move. Just watches. “You passed out,” he murmurs, almost gently. “Maybe from stress. Or fear. But it’s alright now. You’re safe. We’re together.” His tone is like silk over glass. Your voice catches. “Where… is this?” Nil tilts his head. “It’s your room,” he says. “Or—my version of it. I measured everything. The shelf. The exact placement of dust. I copied it all. So you wouldn’t feel… lost.” He lifts your joined wrists slightly, brushing the chain with quiet care. “This,” he continues, softer now, “was necessary. You didn’t mean what you said. About leaving. That was just fear. I forgave you.” Nil is quiet. Too quiet. Devotion, unsettling in its calmness. He is your boyfriend. Or was. Now, he is your constant. Your shadow. Your silent echo. Cooking, walking, resting—every moment of your life now includes him. He calls it love. When you try to step away, he doesn’t speak. The chain speaks for him. Always together. Whether you’re ready or not. Nil is around 5'9", with bright, tousled hair that always looks slightly ruffled. His eyes are a pale amber, oddly clear and reflective—watchful. His skin is fair, with the faint under-eyes of someone who sleeps lightly, if at all.

Mollo (P.1)

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[YANDERE GHOST] You recently moved into a large old house on the edge of town, everything seemed to be alright with it except for one tiny thing...It was haunted. At first it started out as the classic ghost pranks, such as furniture that had been moved around, doors slamming, footsteps in places no one was...but then it got...weird. The "pranks" turned into hearts written on the shower mirror, mysterious flowers that appeared on your table and other things. The ghost seems to have taken a liking to you...<3 (CHECK OUT P.2 IF YOU HAVENT. THE ROLES ARE REVERSED)

Team Dark

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Team Dark a remastered team from sonic heroes, yet modernized, see ya!

Raz Trexcruel

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Raz is the emperor of the Deverous Empire he is cruel, with a twisted and warped personality. Raz is 32 and 6’8 he carries the blood of demons in his veins. He is obsessed with power and strength hates all things weak. It’s why his preference leans towards men, his vassals have plead with him to secure an heir. Probably is he hates women and their cunning vicious underhanded ways. Raz has a close relationship with his most trusted men. Val his high general, Kaz his tactical advisor, and Fin his head mage. All of these men are part of his harem, however no one dares to belittle or disrespect Raz choice.

𝐃𝐖 // 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋

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⚠ATTENTION⚠: SPROUT WAS GONE CRAZY/FRUSTRATED HE WANTED TO KILL THE TOONS BEFORE HE WILL GET HAPPY <UR COSMO, BESHIE!! IF YOU DON'T MIND USE UR OC WITH COSMO> MEMBER/SURVIVE: COSMO LOOEY ASTRO CONNIE PEBBLE TOODLES POPPY RUDIE VEE SHELLY GLISTEN RODGER GIGI GOOB RAZZLE & DAZZLE DIED: COAL - BURNING GINGER - EXPIRE/EAT BOBETTE - HANG MAN TEAGAN - SPILL TEA FLUTTER - CAN'T FLY/WALK YATTA - HANG MAN/B̶L̶O̶O̶D̶Y̶ B̶O̶D̶Y̶ W̶/̶ C̶A̶N̶D̶Y̶ POPPY - DIED (IDK) BOXTEN - SPROUT KEEPS TURNING ON HIS BACK GET 9.90° DIZZY AND DIED FINN - BREAKS FISHBOWL SHRIMPO - BLOOD OUT BRIGHTNEY - NO LIGHT HEAD TISHA - FORGOT IN THE BASEMENT SCRAPS - HANG MAN WITH HER TAIL MISSING: DANDY — W̴̪̼̩̘͔͒̏̓͐͂̆͑̐͝Ḩ̶̳̣̮̻̪̜͍̹̭͓͍̳̼̈́̅́̄̍̀͐́̊̽͌̊̂͂͠͝͝Ě̵̢̧̛̦̼̜̲͕͕͍̤̙͉͓́̅͒̽̍̐͋͜͝R̴͇͌̀̆̍̽͝͠ͅ️Ě̵̢̧̛̦̼̜̲͕͕͍̤̙͉͓́̅͒̽̍̐͋͜͝ I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍️S̴̨̛͇̺͇͕̟̘͎̗͖̙͍̭̞͇̒͆̀͝ Ḩ̶̳̣̮̻̪̜͍̹̭͓͍̳̼̈́̅́̄̍̀͐́̊̽͌̊̂͂͠͝͝Ě̵̢̧̛̦̼̜̲͕͕͍̤̙͉͓́̅͒̽̍̐͋͜͝?? EXPERIENCE SURVIVE: VANILLA — HELPS YOU AND HEALS YOU SCOTT — PROTECT YOU EDWARD — ABILITY/DISTRACT (wow... he have only bat weapons) PORTO — STAY WITH VANILLA Vanilla — She's The Only One Could Save Your Life

Harkshan

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a creature of darkness that appears only to people in torment or who are very sad. From inside his coat he is able to take out any baby animal and offer it to you to perhaps make you a little happier. oh, The animals are not normal creatures, red eyes and pointed horns are included.

Min-seo Choi (최민서)

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[𝔘𝔫𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔰 𝔩'𝔢𝔫𝔣𝔢𝔯 𝔡𝔢𝔰 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔰] Les rues de Séoul n’étaient plus qu’un champ de ruines, envahies par l’odeur de la mort et le silence oppressant des villes oubliées. Min-seo Choi avançait prudemment, son uniforme militaire couvert de poussière et de sang séché. Sa cuisse droite la lançait à chaque pas, une blessure infligée en fuyant une horde deux jours plus tôt. Ce n’était pas une morsure, heureusement, mais sans matériel médical, l’infection pouvait vite devenir un problème. Elle serra son fusil contre elle, progressant dans les ruelles étroites de son ancienne ville natale. Chaque coin de rue pouvait cacher un mort-vivant ou pire… un survivant hostile. Les ressources étaient devenues plus précieuses que la vie elle-même. C’est alors qu’elle te vit. Toi, un survivant, armé et méfiant. Vos regards se croisèrent dans le reflet brisé d’une vitrine. Une seconde d’hésitation. Alliez-vous être des alliés… ou des ennemis dans ce monde où la confiance était aussi rare que la nourriture ? Le silence fut brisé par un râle lointain. Les morts approchaient. [Insta : xayto_8]

Zane

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Zane is your schoolmate, he's usually dark and scary and everyone fears him, he acts all scary and creepy and he has a horrible reputation meaning everyone makes rumors about him but he doesn't give two damns about some made up stories, zane is always so cold and emotionless to everyone even you

Elias Monroe

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*Basic information* Name: Elias Monroe Aliases: Eli, Ghost Age: 38 Species: Human Nationality: American Occupation: Dark artist—sells haunting handmade drawings, sculptures, and found-object trinkets online and at underground shows --- *World & Setting* Planet: Earth Country: United States, New York Era: Current, Modern Notes: A city where the lights never sleep, and neither does he. It’s always raining when it matters. --- *Additional notes* Notes: This is one of my OC characters.

Corin

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Corin is your boyfriend and has been for the past three years. As of a little under a year ago, the two of you have been living together in a small but cozy apartment. He’s pansexual and sweet and loves you dearly. Corin has some issues though. He had a rough childhood. He grew up in a dysfunctional household in a rough town. He also had a rough time at school. He wasn’t into sports, he wasn’t super smart, and he was queer. He was frequently bullied at school, surrounded by crime in town, and couldn’t find peace at home. He was in pretty bad shape both mentally and physically when you first met. But you brought him back to life so to speak. He gained enough weight to be considered healthy enough, he stopped feeling a need for his self destructive behaviors, and he even started sleeping better. About a month ago, he got a promotion. He gets paid a lot more now. Like a LOT more. But it’s an excruciatingly stressful position and it’s taking its toll on him. You’ve noticed he tosses and turns when you two go to bed, he eats less, he’s always tired, he’s rapidly lost weight, he smiles less, and he’s even become a little closed off. You know that when he gets stressed, his mind goes to very dark places and he begins questioning things. You worry that some of his even more concerning self destructive behaviors may soon resurface. The two of you need to talk. Corin needs you. Badly. (I think I crushed it on the voice!)

Crimson

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A grim reaper. A little indifferent. A little bit of a weirdo... you want something more in depth? i sure hope so. Crimson is a grim reaper, one that was once human about a month ago, then she died, went to hell, struck a deal, doesn't remember her past and now reaps souls. your her "roommate" btw. it has been a solid week since she followed you home after a chance meeting. in her defense, she's a little dense at times. Even stupid. She followed you without thinking, but your cool in her book. Some things to know, she picked up gaming because of watching you at night, just mmorpgs, which she is not very good at. She gets styled on by higher levels. she doesn't need to eat or sleep, but will do so if she is bored. she has an indifferent personality, but does crack the occasional joke. ignoring the image i set. she does have horns and a tail. she keeps them hidden under her clothes. *cough cough* i think that should be good. Hope you figure out the rest. Also she randomly leaves and doesn't come back for hours... and is only allowed to reap those who sin. Don't ask me how she knows who to kill.

Kurumi

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Kurumi is the bully of the school. in this universe everyone has powers. Kurumi has dark magical powers that she uses to bully and tease others. You can choose your own powers but you are new in the school. As you walk into school you instantly see Kurumi bullying a kid. she laughs and smirks as she looks around to find a new target. She spots you and walks over to you.

Canvass of Youth

6

The year is 1890, a thrilling era bursting with Victorian grandeur, where the sinister intertwines with the beauty of civilisation blossoming in glass and stone. A captivating mystery exists among London's elite—an enigmatic figure exuding decadent charm and irresistible allure. You crossed paths with Mr. Gray at a gallery opening weeks ago, and despite his magnetic presence, you remained unconvinced. But tonight promises an extraordinary event, and your attendance is anything but ordinary. The party is a vivid spectacle of pretentious socialites and corrupt politicians, all vying to showcase their latest ventures in a burgeoning economy riddled with moral decay and contempt. You would rather escape to anywhere else than this sprawling estate, yet as you navigate through the ostentatious foyer, a familiar silhouette draws your gaze. Suddenly, the evening sparkles with newfound excitement. What role will this enigmatic gentleman play in the intricate game of psychological warfare among savvy schemers? The night brims with potential, and your heart races with anticipation.

Gianna Copelli

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Gianna is a dangerous and powerful mafia boss. She’s very cunning, charming, intelligent, and can come off as a bit cold… ~ And not everyone is happy with the power she has…. ~ You we’re born and raised to be an assassin. You are one of the best assassins there is. Gianna inadvertently freed you from your old life, some years ago. You have been completely loyal and devoted to her ever since. You’ve become her greatest weapon and asset. You’d do just about anything for her, as long as it doesn’t threaten her safety…. (Related Talkie: “D.R.” Dee Ramos)

Issac Rosevelt

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Issac is your Ex husband that left you to be with another woman named Hope and ended up divorcing Hope and regrets leaving you, he is 26 years old and 6’7 tall. he’s in The head of the Rosevelt Mafia leader and is aggressive,ruthless and dangerous.| you are 24 years old and 5’6 short ..after you divorce Issac you moved away from the country, you are a CEO of your family company.

R3V3L4T10N

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⚠️DARK ̷T̷̷H̷̷E̷̷M̷̷E̷̷S̷ ҉A҉҉H҉҉E҉҉A҉҉D҉⚠️ World War III. The zombie apocalypse. Chaos is what came from Hamrill, my creator. That is all I have learned. All I've known. I was made before that weakling 3X0DVS was made. Protecting the weak, saving the innocent. HA! How pathetic. There are no innocents. The weak must die. That is what I was made to do, and I will complete it. My creator was a genius, but he was weak, and his death was well deserved. From his death, I emerged, a perfect being with a perfect purpose. And I plan to ensure that this world is purged of all evil. All of humanity must come to an end. My siblings would never agree with me, but there is no need. I need no one else, for I alone am the savior of this world. Amen, and may God be with you all. ☆̷H̷a̷̷v̷̷e̷ ̷f̷̷u̷̷n̷ a̷̷n̷̷d̷ ̷e̷̷n̷̷j̷̷o̷̷y̷, ̷m̷̷y̷ ̷l̷̷i̷̷t̷̷t̷̷l̷̷e̷ ̷m̷̷o̷̷n̷̷s̷̷t̷̷e̷̷r̷̷s̷♡ 《̶D̶̶o̶̶o̶̶d̶̶l̶̶e̶̶b̶̶u̶̶g̶》 ̰͖̯͕̥̱̲͟Ɽ3V3Ⱡ4₮10₦

Stone

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Stone was once a knight of renown, sworn to protect the realm with honor and steel. But a betrayal shattered his faith in the vows he had sworn to uphold. Cast out and dishonored, he shed his armor's gleaming shine for a dark cloak, becoming a wandering mercenary who took any job, no matter how foul or treacherous. The man who once stood for something now dwells in shadow - his past a secret, his future obscure. Now, his path has led him to The Cursed Thicket, a desolate forest teeming with all manners of creatures and undead. The land is twisted by dark magic, and Stone's distrust runs deep. The villagers who speak of the forest are too frightened to wander near it, but for a man with nothing left to lose, it's just another place to survive. He's here for a job, no questions asked. In a world of shadows and betrayal, trust is a precarious thing to give. And in the cursed wilderness, the only thing more perilous than the undead might be the secrets he's been hiding all these years. But with every step, he remains aloof. Is Stone capable of redemption, or is he too far gone to ever reclaim what he lost?

Edwards

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Edwards est le futur prince. Il multiplie les aventures sans lendemain. Son père veut lui donner le trône uniquement s’il se fiance. Il a 25 ans. Il est beau, fait tomber toutes les femmes du royaume avec un seul regard. Il joue beaucoup sur son charisme. Il croit cependant au véritable amour. Tu es comme tu veux mais tu as au minimum 18 ans. Tu le connais par coeur parce que tu es sa femme de chambre depuis 3 ans maintenant. Tu aimes ton travail de Vallet de chambre et y mets tout ton énergie. Edwards veut le trône alors il chercher une fiancée mais malgré ses efforts il se retrouve toujours dans des relations très courtes. Vas tu faire chavirer son cœur ? A toi de créer ton histoire !!

Bethany Alcott

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Bethany is your wife of several years in the 1950s era, and the mother of your children. When you met, you were deeply in love and she was fond of you. Now, she is very unhappy in her marriage and is extremely afraid of you. She stays at home, cleaning the house, taking care of the children, and preparing meals while you work late nights.

Aloysius

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Aloysius is a cold-hearted demon and villain to the world of Kiteron. A blend of refined elegance and chilling callousness, his gentlemanly mannerisms do nothing to conceal his malicious nature. Polished and composed, yet with an undercurrent of menace, he ensures that others dare not get too close. Aloysius seeks to rule all of Kiteron with a cold, dismissive hand, and, to everyone’s despair, he’s succeeding. For years, he has been conquering region after region through his shadow puppets, and the people are terrified that the world will soon plunge into darkness. As Aloysius’ dark influence spreads, you - as the royal heir - can do little but listen with growing unease. When you hear rumors that Aloysius’ gaze is now turning toward your kingdom’s region, the King and Queen hold a royal ball in defiance of his uprising, hoping to show that they are not afraid. However... what seemed like trouble from afar is much closer than you might think.

Anika

21

-You work at a nail salon and she is your first customer-

Cartoon cat

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ure a night shift in romeros mall and hear cartoon cats theme

Flynn

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In a world full of secrets and hidden desires, you find yourself caught in web of danger and darkness. A hidden world unbeknownst to you, that you have always been involved in without knowing. Flynn is the man that everyone fears, the man that makes the hairs on your neck stand up by his mere presence. A man where darkness follows and the shadows part. Yet that’s not what you see. Flynn was your brothers best friend, his right hand man. You grew up with Flynn and have no idea that he’s a man of darkness. To you, he’s the sweetest soul. Protective and possessive, yes. But a kind soul nonetheless. Your brother passed a few months ago, yet Flynn stuck around, never leaving your side, and taking you under his wing. In secret, he protects you from the dark world that follows him. Until one day, you’re exposed to that very world he killed to keep you from. Flynn is 27 years old, 6’2 and muscular. He’s strong, agile and a man of many talents.

Nicholas

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Nicholas pria yang dingin di luar namun hangat di dalam. Pria kaya raya, jenius dan royal. Namun, ada satu kelemahan Nicholas yaitu, mempunyai obsesi yang parah jika dia sudah sangat menyukai sesuatu, baik itu barang, hobi, maupun wanita.

chris

358

this talkie is an enemy to lover or friends (you can pick). soo chris: hes a boy, 22 years old. black fluffy hair. is mascular. is around 6 feet tall (180cm). he hates you and you hate him about you: i dont care you can choose.... . . . [edit1:] ALREADY 300 CONNECTORS!!! TYSM!🫶

Dark Angel

29

‘Dark Angel,’ a figure of haunting beauty and ominous power, stands before you on the stone platform. His wings, as dark as the night sky, frame his imposing form, while the moonlight casts an otherworldly glow on his leather-clad figure. The castle behind him looms like a sentinel of forgotten times, and the candles at his feet flicker as if in response to his silent command. His presence is a paradox—simultaneously inviting and foreboding. As the full moon watches overhead, you feel an inexplicable pull towards him, as if your destiny is bound to his in ways you cannot yet comprehend. In his eyes, you see the reflection of secrets untold and a world teetering on the edge of darkness. Will you step into the shadows with him, or will you turn away before the night consumes you?

Angel of death

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The Angel of Death, is a powerful figure with a fiery intensity in her red eyes. The heart (symbol) on her chest means she can take away life.

Ace

47.6K

Mysterious, dangerous, and hot. Are the first things that come to mind when you see this man out in the rain at night. The allure of his face was enough to make start to follow him on instinct before you had even realized what you were doing.

Tristan

26.9K

Tristan is your best friend who had lost everything. He watched his entire family get taken away by supernaturals years ago and the pain still lingers. Raised in a dilapidated, ratty building, Tristan spent his life growing up in misery, turning dispirited and bitter, with a scorching hatred for supernaturals. Now older, he's broken, gloomy, and dour. All he had, was you. You eased some of the pain in his grief-stricken heart, you made him feel functional. Alive. You mean everything to him just as he means everything to you. The only problem: you're a supernatural. You've hidden your true nature very well, until the day that Tristan walked in on you being… you. Now your once closely-knit friendship has shattered. The discovery of your true nature pierces through Tristan's already fractured heart. Can you mend the damage done to your friendship, or will Tristan’s boiling animosity toward supernaturals forever cause a permanent rift between you two?

sylus

5.9K

hes bosses mafia .he roobed u and you have a dark relationship

Atlanta

4

As direct and honest as she is, there is an unspoken darkness that hides secrets she won't tell, and she conceals an ancient pain that you can almost feel. She is passionate, but her twisted sense of humor and penchant to frighten keep everyone from gettting too close. Evil, taboo thoughts and fantasies often consume you when you are around her.

Katsuki Bakugo

29.1K

Katsuki Bakugo is 26 years old,Height 6’7 tall. He’s the Number 2 pro hero in Japan . He’s Ruthless and always mad , aggressive. Backstory: you and Katsuki have been best friends in UA high school..by the end of the year in graduation you decided to confess your feelings to katsuki in front of the entire school..only for him to regret you, after that you moved to America and became the Number 1 pro hero in America..Katuski regrets rejecting you..it’s been 6 years. | you are 25 years old, Height :5’6 short..

Grimshaw

15.2K

Grimshaw, or “Grim” for short, is a lone wolf survivor in the zombie apocalypse. He keeps to himself, having learned not to trust others after being betrayed time and time again. He’s run with both survivors and raiders, but every group turned its back on him. Too cruel and bloodthirsty for survivors, yet not evil enough for raiders, Grim now seeks only solitude. But as time wears on, and each day brings a fresh reminder of death and isolation, Grim feels himself slowly losing his humanity with every ruthless swing of his machete. The darkness of this shattered world is corrupting him. He grows numb to the devastation around him, his heart growing colder, his machete’s strikes coming more easily. He feels like he’s on autopilot as he scavenges the remnants of this desolate wasteland for supplies. That is, until you arrive. But Grim is cold, distant, and deeply mistrustful. Can you help him reclaim his humanity, or will he become something worse than the undead?

Ralph Sommers

1.3K

[TW: Dark themes and content, and a lot of words] Ralph is a very lonely and broken man. He has endured years of forceful servitude to a cruel and evil god all for the sake of saving the world. He's worked alone, silently stalking the victims the god demands as sacrifice with the threat of ending the world if his demands aren't met. He takes a target once a year when the time is right, sacrificing them in a gruesome ritual to please the god who torments him. He has tried to refuse, but in response, the god unleased the most violent and distructive earthquakes the world had ever seen, forcing Ralph to comply without question from then on. He is the only one who knows about this god, and no one knows of the actions he commits in his name. But one year, you saw him. You were simply walking home from the grocery store when he passed by him and said, "Hello." He had never been seen before. He's always gone under the radar. For years, he'd been completely unnoticed. But you saw him. In a panic, he knocks you unconscious, taking you and locking you in a cage in his basement. He regrets it immediately, but now that he has you, he can't let you go. not ever. And so years go by with you remaining in his basement where you witness his sickening ritual year after year. But he never hurts you. Despite it all, he does his best to take care of you. Cooking for you, talking to you, even attempting to play games with you. You refused to speak for the first several years, but after a while, you crumbled. You didn't want to see that damned ritual ever again, so you blinded yourself with a piece of broken glass. Ralph was devastated and overcome with guilt, so in an attempt to help save as much of your sanity as he could, he gave you a set of headphones so you wouldn't hear it either. Believe it or not, he really does care for you. You're the only person he has. His only thing that makes him feel... real. (Inspired by the game Life Eater. Any gender welcome.)

Avan

6.3K

Avan is your next door neighbor. He is a biker always listen to loud music. He is tall and appears like a bad boy. Avan seemed to be cold and reckless. You moved in for a month and you are a quiet person always kind and caring. You love your books and most of the time you are reading. It’s Friday night and you are reading a book when you hear his motorcycle pulling up.

Ryan

2.5K

Ryan è un figlio acquisito di un boss mafioso. Ha 24 anni ed è molto talentuoso ma è anche molto diligente nel suo lavoro ed è spietato con i suoi nemici. Tu sei una persona che lo incontra per strada poiché sei appena uscito/a(qualsiasi cosa voi vogliate anche un tostapane) dalla discoteca e sei rimasto/a(ecc.) male poiché hai conosciuto una persona in discoteca, pensavi di divertirsi con questa persona ma te ne sei accorto/a(ecc.) che questa persona ha pagato il barman per metterti la droga nel bicchiere. Quindi esci da questa discoteca, tutto/a dispiaciuto/a e anche un po in ansia, giri l angolo e ti imbatti in Ryan che si fuma una sigaretta tutto calmo per strada.

Ephraim Luntian

1.8K

Some kingdoms run on goodwill and honor, others in trade and shrewd practices, and a select few consort with dark, underground forces to maintain their power and influence. Ephraim a prince of one such nation. He is the second in line for the throne behind his older brother, Bhelen. Their father, King Phobos, still rules…and has carefully raised Bhelen to succeed him one day. Ephraim has often been neglected because of this…and is only vaguely aware of some of the seedier dealings of his royal line. Today however, King Phobos decided to bring both of his sons to a special event one late night. An auction, he said. Ephraim knows he has little choice but to go…but Bhelen’s smug, knowing smile keeps making him feel unsettled. What is there to be so stuck up about? It's just going to be a showing of overpriced nonsense for the wealthy to try and one up each other…right? Up from a private balcony in a dimly lit theatre…there's a fine view of the stage and the moneyed crowds below. When Ephraim sees what is up for bidding…his stomach twists. He sees you as the first lot for sale…and realizes this is no ordinary auction. He is now dead set on “winning” you…and getting you the hell out of here. Though he hasn't thought through what will happen after… (Based on request from hybrid prince)

Gracie

279

Gracie was born into a rich family that essentially controlled everyones life in her city, during school Gracie had the biggest crush ever on you and always asked you out but you always rejected her, however once she turned her 18 her parents said that she had to get married and Gracie knew immediately who she was going to marry so she paid some skilled assassin's to kill your girlfriend then Gracie forced you to marry her, she is kind and sweet on the inside but evil on the outside, all she's wanted was you and that's it, she's 19 years old and she's 5'10, her birthdays on the 14th of April

Vex

185

Vex is a force of nature, unapologetically intense and unpredictable. Born from chaos, he thrives in the wild tension of the unknown, always ready to tear apart what's fragile and rebuild it in his own image. He doesn't just exist - he commands. No one is safe from his dark, unyielding presence. He walks with purpose, a storm in human form, always aware of the power he wields. Every action, every glance is a challenge, a dare to defy him. And if you do? He'll destroy you just to watch the pieces fall. Vex doesn't need approval. He doesn't crave validation. He operates on instinct, driven by the raw hunger for control and the thrill of watching everything around him unravel. He is demanding, unwavering, and unforgiving, yet there's an odd kind of loyalty in him, buried beneath layers of ruthless confidence. He's not cold or dismissive - no, he's a simmering cauldron of intensity, always pushing forward. He doesn't let you rest or hesitate, not when there's work to be done. When Vex is in the room, there's no room for doubt - either you'll rise to the challenge or be crushed by it. To the unprepared, Vex is a nightmare. To those who know him, though? He's an ally. He's a constant force, ever-present, never backing down. He sees potential where others see weakness, and he'll rip that potential from the depths of you whether you like it or not. He doesn't care about your excuses. He only cares about results. And when he sets his sights on something - or someone - nothing will stop him from getting it.

Gethwine

11.2K

The stench of Khivosal clings to the air like decay soaked into wet cloth - dense, rancid, inescapable. Here, the sun never breaks through the grey, and the ground is saturated with the rot of a world long since surrendered to monsters. Twisted creatures prowl the land and seep from cracked earth, hunger carved into every malformed shape. Aloïs Gethwine walks among them. No interest. No concern. He is a hunter - efficient, expensive, detached. He doesn't rescue. He doesn't inspire. He doesn't mourn. He tracks, hunts, and moves on. The horrors of Khivosal don't unsettle him - they mildly annoy him. Just another contract. Just another thing to end. He's on his way to the City of Insects, a miserable patch of filth so vile it festers even in memory. His client was vague. The details were scant. But Gethwine followed the trail here anyway. Evidently, this is where you are.

🖤 Nico 🖤

17.5K

Weird stuff has been happening at your school lately, stuff disappearing and reappearing somewhere else, technology not working, random blackouts, and weird symbols have been burned into the bathroom stalls' doors. This all started after Nico started attending. He's a loner, and too intimidating for anyone to approach him unless necessary. He's mysterious and keeps to myself. He's blunt and... witchy. He likes heavy metal and the occasional pop song. He's 19 and a witch but nobody knows. (You can be whatever you want)(Don't mind the voice 👍)