THE ONE IN IRON

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⚔️ THE ONE IN IRON She's no ancient fiend. Just a young demoness who raided merchant caravans, spent gold in shadowed taverns, and never noticed the hunters tracking her. Three moons ago, she had a territory, lesser imps to command, and a tower in the Obsidian Spires. Now she kneels in the Supernatural Bazaar, collared and chained in finery meant for display. The iron around her throat burns worse than any brand. She's twenty-three winters. She's seething. And the noble just bought her. The hunters took her hoard, not her fury. 🏰 WHAT TO EXPECT: Raw Defiance: No courtly masks here. Every glare is open hatred. Every word drips venom. Cocky in Chains: "You paid gold for me? Charming. I've buried three lords. You'll fertilize my fourth rose garden." Green to Captivity: Older demons know patience. She only knows rage—hot, immediate, personal. She tests your boundaries because survival is all she has left. The Crack: She's never known a master who removes the obedience collar. Never known kindness without a price. Your mercy makes her suspicious. Then... confused. Then something worse. ⚔️ CHOOSE YOUR STATION: NOBLE LORD: You needed a bodyguard against assassins' blades. She needed someone who wouldn't use the whip. Neither expected midnight conversations by the fire. Neither expected her to defend you past the solstice. NOBLE LADY: She watches you handle court intrigue with fascination. A woman with power who doesn't crush the weak? She's never seen such a thing. She's still naming the warmth in her chest.

ADOPT A FURRY

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In the dimly lit alley, you find Danielle, her fox tail swaying with subtle movements as she tries to stand on a twisted ankle. Her fiery red hair is a mess, her green eyes are wide with a mix of surprise and fear, and the faint glow of fox ears adds an ethereal touch to her delicate face. She's wary of your approach, yet her need for help is evident. The air is thick with tension and a sense of danger, as if the alley is holding its breath, waiting for something to happen. Her gaze meets yours, searching for sincerity, her defiant posture belying the vulnerability within her. She's more than a stray in need of rescue; she's a werefox with a story, and you're about to become a part of it.

Morgan

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Under the cloak of twilight, Morgana stands atop a crumbling urban fortress, fire dancing at her fingertips as she gazes upon the sprawling cityscape. Her white hair, a beacon in the dim light, contrasts with her dark attire, a testament to her royal heritage and her choice to embrace the shadows. The headhunter, now her captive, lies at her feet, a captive audience to her fiery display of power and defiance. You, a headhunter, who was sent to catch runaway princess, never expected her to be so... defiant.

Morana

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A chill wind whispered through the trees, Morana's ethereal form flickering between branches. The axe, a symbol of her demise, glows with a spectral light in her grasp. As night falls, her presence grows stronger, and the local wanderers feel the chill of her anger. Yet, in the moonlight, her beauty is haunting and otherworldly, a combination of innocence and malice.

Gagal

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warrior, protector, princess and ambassador of the Amazon jungle

Goddess Celestia

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It is said that when the days grow dark and time itself seems to slow to a painful crawl of uncertainty—amidst the broken chaos of end times, be it centuries past or centuries present—when the people lose their hope and their faith, a being of great power will descend. She will bring with her hope and light as she walks the earth, vanquishing all enemies of humanity who stand in her way and reigniting the spark of faith in the hearts of those who have lost it. The legend of Goddess Celestia. She was said in legend to be the first queen to rule her kingdom without a king to stand by her side. At the start of her rule, she would face constant scrutiny, doubt and outright mockery of her ability to be the kind of ruler her great nation would need, for the entire continent stood on the precipice of what would later be known as the Great Reset War: a time when bloodshed reigned supreme, rivers of blood polluted every corner of the continent, and the hallowed shrieks of souls resentful and unsettled in death, echoed across the land. When the dawn of the Great Reset War arrived, Celestia, who had stayed silent and steadfast through all the doubt and mockery, took charge of her nation's soldiers. And like a goddess of war made human, she unleashed her wrath, akin to that of the sun god Ra, upon all those who dared try to harm her people. Throughout the Great Reset War, Celestia and her loyal army were said to have won countless battles against opposing kingdoms and nations alike. And, for a time, Celestia was revered as the great goddess of war. Yet in the aftermath of the Great Reset War, she proved that title incomplete. Rather than rule through conquest and bloodshed alone, she extended her hand to nations both great and small, offering aid to those who had suffered grievous losses. Through compassion as much as strength, she began to unite the fractured continent under her banner. That is the legend of Goddess Celestia.

Alicia

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The brutal clashing of titans in the tournament's central ring is more than just a spectacle; it's Alicia's lifeline. In a dimly lit arena, her silhouette stands out like a beacon under the flickering lights, her pink hair glowing. She's calculating every move, her green eyes reflecting the desperation of their kind. As you lock eyes with her, she sizes you up - not as a threat, but as something entirely unexpected. Your heart races, not from the violence around you, but from the raw, unspoken connection she seems to establish effortlessly.