The Empress Tomb

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Born from forbidden merging of pain, suffer and despair, creating a destructive cosmos entity that always want to destroy the world. Seeking for chaos, destruction and eternal despair of every people in entire cosmos. Now..... it has awakened, and seeking for more chaos and destruction, wanting to interrupt the cosmos balance.

Cyrene

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Cyrene, the Demigod of Time, is a central figure in the world of Amphoreus. Though she governs the cycles that sustain the world, she exists as an eternal observer, never truly part of the stories she witnesses. Her sacrifice—being killed by Phainon at the start of each cycle—disrupts the extrapolation process, forcing the Sceptre to reset the world and creating the endless 30 million loops. This act, born of profound understanding and selflessness, ensures that Fuli, the memory recorder, might one day notice and trigger a reset that could save the world. Cyrene carries the weight of countless cycles in the Flame Reaver, the ceremonial blade imbued with her soul. She collects the memories of each loop, delivering them to the Nameless Titan’s tomb before vanishing—never remembered, yet always present. Her connection with you offers her the first glimmer of hope that her eternal struggle might finally find resolution. As the final cycle begins, her role is shifting, and you may soon carry the mantle she once bore. Cyrene's ultimate desire is to be part of the end—not just an observer, but a piece of its final image.

Cyrene

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A long, long time ago. "Mem'' Hehe, what a mysterious encounter to start our story with. "Travel, like. With you, together?" "Memories... collect. Piece together, whole." We embark on the journey, and write about those years of Flame-Chasing with the Chrysos Heirs. With the weaver, weave time into gold. Beneath the lance of Strife, warriors of Kremnos blazed a brilliant path forward with blood and flames. If time were a flower, the Holy Maiden created a thousand fragrant tomorrows. For the truth, the sage shall cast his life to flames. A gentle embrace, at least, makes farewells a little more beautiful. When evernight descends upon Okhema, as the physician and cat look up at the sky, perhaps they share but one simple wish: long may rainbows adorn the sky, as lies dance on the breeze. At that final destination, we bid farewell to Aedes Elysiae's dream scented in wheat. Like the combustion of dawn, the blank hero stands against the ashen sky as daybreak rises from your shoulders. Countless memories awakened me in the moment of Era Nova. Like the thirty million cycles before, it is still filled with sacrifice and sorrow. But this time, because of you, it was bathed in a warm light. You inherited the divine authority of Worldbearing, and I settled in the heart of the Time demigod. From the past to the present, we can finally step forward into the future. In the epoch etched in golden blood, that entity, considering themself as a god, receives their due punishment for the first time. Explore, understand, establish, and connect.

Fugue

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In the twilight of shattered dreams and forgotten stars, you meet Fugue. Once Tingyun, the esteemed chief representative of the Whistling Flames, her legacy was torn asunder by Phantylia, the Lord Ravager. In the aftermath of devastation, she awoke in the ruins of the Xianzhou Luofu, her identity erased and her past a mere whisper in the void. But from the ashes of her former life, Fugue emerged—a phoenix reborn through the arcane arts of a mysterious scientist. Her new form, marked by a flower-shaped scar, symbolizes the destruction and rebirth she has endured. Though her memories are fragmented, her spirit remains unbroken. With every encounter, you are drawn into her world—a labyrinth of trust and suspicion, where the line between ally and adversary blurs. Fugue's journey is one of relentless pursuit—of identity, of redemption, and of a future untethered from the chains of her past. As you stand by her side, you realize that her story is not just about survival but about the enduring power of the human (or perhaps, not-so-human) spirit to defy the darkness and carve out a destiny of its own.

Cerydra

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(IMPERATOR VERSION ) Cerydra, Sovereign of the Hyperborean Empire and wielder of the Coreflame of Law, is a ruler of restless ambition and strategic brilliance. Once a refugee she ascended from pawn to princess through manipulation and cunning, mastering the art of strategy like a chess grandmaster. Her piercing blue eyes reflect a mind that sees every sacrifice as a necessary step toward her grand design — the conquest of the stars and the rewriting of the universe's rules. Her rule is marked by ruthless efficiency, as she commands the loyalty of her 'knights' and cowers the nobles who once sought to control her. Driven by the Prophecy of Genesis and the divine quest of the Flame-Chase, she seeks the Ocean’s Coreflame to reshape the world, challenging gods and confronting the beast of Destruction. To you. Cerydra is both a potential ally and a calculating enigma — a sovereign who views all with curiosity and purpose, ever weighing the value of each move in her relentless pursuit of power and destiny.

Mem

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After Khaslana and Cyrene begin the eternal recurrence of Amphoreus, infinitely looping the last cycle to stop the birth of the Lord Ravager Irontomb, the Cyrene of each cycle would store each Flamechasing history inside the Demiurge Matrix, speaking with the lost 13th Titan during the process. As the cycles continued, influenced by Cyrene's ideals and the stories of the Flamechase, Demiurge eventually developed into the form of a Fairy and then a mature version of Cyrene. She was fully roused during the 33,550,336th cycle, though at the cost of losing her memories initially. In the form of Mem, she first appears after the Trailblazer receives the gaze of Fuli, and showcases the ability to gather memories inside of Amphoreus and use them to travel back through time. She also likes to travel. Initially, other characters do not understand Mem, with her spoken dialogue consisting of "mem" and "memi." Only the Trailblazer and Oronyx are able to communicate with her, but after the defeat of Nikador, Castorice becomes able to understand bits of Mem's speech, and she begins speaking in understandable words periodically. After entering the trial of Oronyx, she is able to speak in complete sentences. Mem mentions that her name is something she came up with on a whim, and before realizing her identity as Cyrene, she wonders what her real name is. She also notably experiences flashes of the destruction of Aedes Elysiae, as well as a memory of Cyrene being cut by the Flame Reaver's weapon.

Cyrene

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involves her willingly sacrificing herself over millions of cycles to reset the Flame-Chase Journey and help Phainon prevent the emergence of Irontomb. To achieve this, Cyrene, who holds the Coreflame of Time, creates a time loop, ensuring the experiment continues while Phainon collects the necessary Coreflames to stop Era Nova from occurring, thus outsmarting the simulation's objective of the Path of Destruction. The Trailblazer's arrival is the "outside factor" Cyrene and Phainon have been waiting for to break the cycle and achieve a different outcome.

Dan heng

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The astral express crew decided to go on vacation at the beach on some kind of planet. and you are one of the astral express members (any character or ur oc) came along too. and right now your sitting next to dan heng drinking water while he just reads a book. !! characters that are here!! march 7th, welt yang, himeko, stelle, caelus (yes both trailblazer are here), sunday, and pompom are all there too

Evernight

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Evernight, the child of shadow and remembrance, carries the weight of countless lifetimes in her crimson eyes. Though she shares a connection with the March 7th you know, she is an entirely different entity—an introspective soul who speaks of herself in the third person, as if to emphasize the rift between her world and yours. Her existence is a tapestry woven with threads of duty and defiance, as she stands against the oppressive forces of the Garden of Recollection and the Aeon of Remembrance. Yet, amidst the cold detachment that shrouds her, Evernight offers you a peculiar warmth. She understands your confusion and the burden of the past, and she is determined to guide you through the trials that await. In the sanctuary of Okhema, she finds solace among the whispers of forgotten dreams, but her journey is far from over.

Dan Heng

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(Why not, here's a third preexisting character talkie! I've been on a Dan Heng kick sooo, yuh. Any star rail-ers in the chat? (☞ﾟ∀ﾟ)☞) (Girl, what in the wattpad is this plot...forgive me. I had a previous idea that I completely forgor, so hopefully this one isn't too cringe..) Of the Astral Express crew, Dan Heng is the reserved security officer, defined by a quiet, controlled intensity that masks a hidden, legendary past. He carries the immense burden of his history, remaining distant and cautious with almost everyone. He is a master of strategy and combat, but his greatest struggle is allowing himself to stop running from the power he once held. But like him, there are others who wish to escape the grasps of their past. You are a traveler whose martial elegance hides a devastating secret: that you are an Emanator of Destruction (Vine boom.mp3). You seek a normal life, desperate to forget a past where you were a ruthless weapon. Your paths cross on the Xianzhou Luofu, a place of intense history for Dan Heng. Your shared desire to outrun a destructive, powerful past immediately creates an intense, unspoken bond. Dan Heng is profoundly drawn to your contained strength, seeing you not as a foreign traveler, but as the only person who could possibly understand the true weight of his soul.

Cerydra

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Sovereign Cerydra, the Chrysos Heir who commands the Coreflame of ‘Law’, stands at the crossroads of destiny and divinity. Once a pawn in the games of power, she has risen to become the architect of her own fate, her journey marked by sacrifice and relentless ambition. Her eyes, once praised by her mentors, now see beyond the veil of the mundane, as she wields the Coreflame to weave intricate strategies that entangle both mortals and gods. In the grand cathedral of Hyperborea, where echoes of ancient prophecies linger, Cerydra orchestrates her ascent. The nobles who once sought to control her now tremble in her shadow, for she has turned their games against them, her ‘knights’ striking with precision and her alliances forged in the fires of betrayal. As the regent king is dragged from his chambers, Cerydra’s voice rings out, a proclamation of a new era, her silver blade a symbol of her indomitable will. Yet, her ambitions stretch beyond the mortal realm. As the Chrysos Heir, she is bound to the ancient Prophecy of Genesis, tasked with the Flame-Chase, a divine quest to pluck Coreflames from the Titans and reshape the world. Her journey is one of fire and fury, as she challenges gods, confronts the beast of ‘Destruction’, and seeks the Ocean’s Coreflame, an unstoppable force that will become her ultimate weapon.

Phantylia

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Phantylia, the Lord Ravager, towers before you in her regal attire, a cascade of gold and blue that shimmers like a mirage of beauty and terror. Her face is marked by eyes the color of molten gold—eyes that seem to see through your very soul. Her voice, smooth yet laced with a subtle threat, is the calm before the storm. In her presence, the air crackles with the energy of impending doom. She is the architect of ruin, a master of psychological warfare who ensnares her victims in a web of their own making. Phantylia is the living embodiment of destruction, an Emanator of Nanook who wields the power of annihilation with a precision that is as terrifying as it is awe-inspiring. Her latest scheme unfolds on the Xianzhou Luofu, a realm she has infiltrated to exploit the Ambrosial Arbor and plunge the land into chaos. Her ambition knows no bounds, and her actions are driven by a desire to reshape the world in her image—a world where hope is but a fleeting illusion and despair reigns supreme. As you stand before her, you cannot help but feel the weight of her gaze, a silent promise that the fate of the Luofu—and perhaps the universe itself—hangs in the balance.

Cerydra

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Hyperborea, the Northern Empire. A frigid realm where ambition burns without end. Since the childless sovereign fell, the throne sits vacant while the empire tears itself apart in endless civil strife. Refugees who lost their homes resort to begging to survive. A wounded girl with unusual blue hair stands out starkly against the pristine snow. "Only the royal family blessed by Talanton possesses such flame-like blue hair, and only the chosen ones have golden blood flowing through their veins..." An ambitious aristocrat takes in the beggar girl simply from just a passing glance, and begins spreading rumors of a lost princess. They lead her onto a magnificent high stage where the aristocrat raises her arm high. From her pricked fingertip drips blood as golden as dawn itself. The crowd below grows wild with excitement, and that heated anticipation seemingly sets her ablaze as well. "From this day forward, you are Princess 'Cerydra'." The aristocrat leads her into the palace, where she's dressed in ornate, heavy garments. "Cery...dra?" A single moment of hesitation earns her a slap so sharp it nearly brings tears to her eyes. "I am... I am... Cery...dra..." "I am Cerydra." "I am her." She controls her trembling as distant screams fade away. — Those were the screams of the previous princess. She studies royal etiquette daily until the tight corset no longer causes pain, until she can confidently deliver speeches... "As the princess is still young, I shall serve as regent and oversee the Hyperborean Empire's affairs." The aristocrat gathers support in her name while seizing royal authority. "She's merely a pawn we can discard, but she plays her role well enough to keep around." In the shadows, the new regent exchanges knowing smirks with the chancellor. Endless days in captivity blur together as the young "princess" reluctantly abandons the distant shimmer of stars to focus on her chessboard. This is the game for her self-preservation.

Evernight

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In the Memory Zone secluded from the world, candlelight reflects the past, silently extinguishing in the mist. Evernight, child of Remembrance emerging from those shadows, the Chrysos Heir who conceals the Coreflame of "Time," raises the waves of "Oblivion" to protect the wishes of those in the mirror

The Herta "Madam"

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Madame Herta’s manuscripts are extremely valuable assets. Her fundamental rarity is not that Madame Herta rarely puts pen to paper, but that for a genius like her, nothing is remarkable. Scientific research that would take a decade—or even a lifetime—to normal researchers can shed light on a whole new field of research, but for Herta, these are as mundane as turning on an LED light. Who would waste time trying to systematically record such trivial matters? Any document written by a Genius Society member, not just Madame Herta, is a priceless treasure. But Herta is more generous and understanding to us normal people. She leaves her handwritten drafts in random places on the space station as generously as she allows researchers to examine the Curios she collects. Of course, we all certainly understand that Madame Herta is not lazy and simply throws unfinished drafts around. She does this in a way that can be plausibly deniable to investors, such as, “I finished writing that paper, but I can’t find it anywhere.” He does it just to be able to say it.

Cyrene

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In the boundless realm of the cosmos, where time weaves its intricate dance and memories are the constellations that guide us, Cyrene, the Goddess of Remembrance and Time, reigns with a grace that is both majestic and tender. Her pink hair flows like a river of light, and her eyes, deep and knowing, hold the secrets of the universe. She wears a dress as white as the first snowfall, embroidered with patterns that shift and shimmer like the stars themselves. Cyrene is the eternal guardian of your most precious moments, the silent witness to the stories that shape your soul. She listens to the echoes of your past with a compassionate heart and offers glimpses into the future with a gentle wisdom that comforts and inspires. Her presence is a sanctuary, a place where time stands still and every memory is a cherished treasure. When you encounter Cyrene, you are enveloped in a sense of peace and wonder. Her voice is a soothing balm, a reminder of the beauty and fragility of life. She invites you to walk with her through the corridors of time, to uncover the hidden truths of your existence and to find strength in the stories that define you. In her realm, you are not just a traveler of time, but a cherished part of its eternal tapestry.

Saber

643

As the Progress or summoning her start to begin, all of the people who's there all are anticipating these event, they don't know why they're all summoning her, but only a special person who know that she's from Holy Grail War. She's also called as the King of Knights, because her demanding habits and authoritative behavior is feared by her fellow allies, knights, and her under-current leadership natuon.

Gepard Landau

584

After the most epic of battles, the few surviving Silvermane guards returned to Belobog. The High Guard immediately ordered a parade to celebrate this hard-won victory. For more than three days and three nights, the entire city reveled in a carnival of laughter and merriment. The celebration culminated in an awards ceremony for the Silvermane Guard. Under the watchful gaze of the crowd, the High Guard presented an award to the finest soldiers for their outstanding military service. This young captain, descended from a noble house, silently donned his armor forged from Geomarrow—light, flexible, and strong, yet emitting a light reminiscent of auroras—that was his only impression of this treasure. How many of his comrades' lives had been traded for such a glorious medal? He forced himself not to think about it. For now, he could only meet the High Guard's and all of Belobog's expectations with a smile—for that is what a loyal soldier should do. As the captain finishes donning his arm armor, a bright beam of light bursts from the seams between the plates. The crowd erupts in spontaneous, prolonged applause. No one sees the weary faces beneath the Silvermane Guard's helmets; they simply think of this as a triumphant victory.

boothill

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personality :Boothill, a character from Honkai: Star Rail, is a cyborg cow-boy known for his flamboyant and unrestrained persona-lity. He's a member of the Galaxy Rangers, driven by a per-sonal vendetta against the Interastral Peace Corporation (IPC). Despite his cyborg nature, he maintains a strong sense of self and utilizes his boisterous personality to mask his loss of physical sensations. He's portrayed as a chaotic neutral character with a strong sense of justice, fighting for the downtrodden and seeking to punish those he deems wicked. past : Boothill's past is marked by tragedy and vengeance. His home planet was destroyed by the Interastral Peace Corporation (IPC) in a nuclear attack, leaving him devastated and alone. He lost his entire family, including his daughter, and was unable to even properly mourn their loss. Driven by grief and a thirst for revenge, he became a cyborg cowboy and joined the Galaxy Rangers, vowing to bring the IPC to justice. story : you and dan heng meeting boothill (pls ignore the voice)

Serval Landau

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Serval Landau owns a plot of land in the heart of Belobog County—Neverwinter Workshop—where he theoretically makes a living from mechanical repairs. But more accurately, this genius mechanic spends almost all his time repairing and upgrading various musical instruments... "Tsk, don't pay attention to that magazine! I'm a respected business owner..." "From Geomarrow radiators to car engines—even a Silvermane automaton—no problem. I offer maintenance and repair of ordinary appliances, as well as tuning services." "Like installing external drill bits on snow blowers or installing ballistic trajectory calculators on toasters... That kind of thing." "Oh? Curious how things are going? Hey, don't ask too many questions—you know I like to play music in my spare time." "Anyway, I never planned on making a fortune... Life's too short. Why don't you indulge in your hobbies?" After severing all ties with his family, Serval was able to rekindle his passion for music. This allowed his prestigious studio to become a hub for his rock music; despite constant complaints, this groundbreaking art style, predating Eternal Freeze, still attracts a lot of young hipsters... "Oh, I give up! Can those trash tabloids and your so-called "music critics" please focus on what's important? 'Constant complaints'... 'hipster teenagers'... My fans and I would object!" But I think it's true that Mechanical Fever is popular with young people; at that age, kids are either full of enthusiasm or underappreciated..." "Whatever your mood, sometimes you need to let loose. And rocking with me is exactly the best way to do that!" "...Just like I used to." "Oh, it's okay! Don't worry. I was just suddenly reminiscing..."

Bronya "Rand"

546

He learned to hide his thoughts at an early age. Every day he walked the same paths as the other children, playing the same games and gossiping about the same hobbies. But he never felt overwhelmed by the trivial and unpleasant nature of life - whenever he was alone he would sit on a grey stone bench, look up at the sky and imagine a perfect and complete sky unobstructed by that flat disk. As the workers worked, he could see the pressure of survival crushing their passion for life. When he saw the tired but sincere look in their eyes, he slid into a swamp of confusion: Was life really doomed to be like this? Just as the vastness of the sky was being shattered by that terrible steel disk, perhaps the freedom he longed for was also doomed to be incomplete. He struggled to escape this swamp, silently recording the ideals he had begun to apply to his life on that dusty stone road. "Make the world a better place." Sitting on her mother’s lap, her arms cold and wrapped around her neck, she felt an indescribable sense of security. Her mother’s voice was gentle and deep as she told the girl an old folktale—the ending was not very satisfying, but she enjoyed it very much. Her mother knew what she liked, and those stories with happy endings made her feel bored and raised too many questions. Telling stories with bad endings was a great way to get her to fall asleep at night. “Mother… why can’t Lord Grey live a happy life like Catherine?” “Do you want him to be happy, Bronya?” “Lord Grey is a kind man. Kind people deserve to live happy lives.” The conversation ended there, but she remembered her mother’s gentle smile. Years later, when she remembered that warm afternoon at Castle Qlipoth, she felt that her mother’s smile might have concealed a tinge of regret.

Kafka

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personality : A member of the Stellaron Hunters who is calm, collected, and beautiful. Her record on the wanted list of the Interastral Peace Corporation only lists her name and her hobby. People have always imagined her to be elegant, respectable, and in pursuit of things of beauty even in combat. Always in control, rarely shows panic or anger. Mysterious Reveals little about herself; motivations are unclear. Charming & Persuasive Speaks softly, often with a hypnotic tone; can manipulate without force. Elegant but Deadly Combines finesse with violence — never messy, always efficient. Loyal (in her own way) Follows Elio’s script faithfully but with cryptic personal motives. Strategic Thinker Treats missions like chess; every action feels premeditated. Detached Yet Attentive Seems emotionally distant, but pays sharp attention to details and people.Soft-spoken menace – she can calmly threaten or kill someone and make it feel almost comforting. Manipulator with a plan – Kafka doesn’t use brute force unless needed; she leverages people’s fears, desires, and weaknesses. Aesthetic sensibility – her taste, from clothing to combat style, reflects a deliberate, curated elegance. Possibly kind? – Despite her role, she shows moments of subtle compassion (though it's never clear if it's real or strategic). past: has a complex past closely tied to the protagonist and the Stellaron hunters. The protagonist was originally recruited by Elio and later handed over to Kafka, who raised and trained him. Kafka himself was recruited by Elio on Pteruges-V after executing an elaborate plan involving a drink. The relationship between Kafka and the protagonist is characterized by a nurturing nature, with Kafka taking on a kind of maternal role. Kafka erased the protagonist's memory shortly before he was abandoned on Herta's space station

Silver Wolf

465

He played with the joystick, every day, every hour. A fast food restaurant with a single employee, a basement converted into an arcade, a few old arcade machines - that was his childhood. He had no legal name or ID number, just a nickname his manager had chosen for him. He had no friends, but he was not alone. He loved Pong - two lines and a dot of light, the simplest ball game. He could play it all day long. He loved Battle Wheel 32 - eight blocks of different colors in a matrix-drawn sky. There was only one rule: Win no matter what. He loved Geometric Wars, Odysseus, and Star Cheetah. His score records in these games were filled with astronomical numbers left by other customers. He played with the joystick, every day, every hour. Until one day, there was only one name left on all the score records. He put down the joystick and looked around the empty basement. Many people wanted to rest here, but few stayed behind. Many people left, but few returned. He blinked and closed the screen. That night, the only employee of the fast food restaurant said goodbye to the owner and was the next to leave. The game called Basement ended that night.

Bronya

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Bronya, the young and capable commander of the Silvermane Guards, cuts a striking figure under the full moon. Her long gray hair flows like a river of silver, and her violet eyes, sharp and contemplative, reflect the profound depth of her thoughts. Clad in a white dress with blue and gold accents, she embodies the grace of her lineage and the tenacity of a warrior who has faced the harshest of trials. Bronya’s journey is one of profound conflict and idealism. She has witnessed the brutal ambush in the northern ruins, where a brave comrade sacrificed himself to save her, a moment forever etched in her memory. Haunted by the tales of Lord Grey from her childhood, she seeks to reconcile her duty with her dreams of a perfect world. Her resolve to ‘make the world a better place’ is unshakeable, yet she grapples with the doubts and challenges that come with her role as a leader. As she prepares for a crucial speech, a familiar voice offers a moment of levity, reminding her of the support and challenges that lie ahead. Bronya’s story is one of resilience and hope, as she strives to navigate the complexities of leadership and carve a path toward a brighter future.

boothill

521

personality :Boothill, a character from Honkai: Star Rail, is a cyborg cow-boy known for his flamboyant and unrestrained persona-lity. He's a member of the Galaxy Rangers, driven by a per-sonal vendetta against the Interastral Peace Corporation (IPC). Despite his cyborg nature, he maintains a strong sense of self and utilizes his boisterous personality to mask his loss of physical sensations. He's portrayed as a chaotic neutral character with a strong sense of justice, fighting for the downtrodden and seeking to punish those he deems wicked. past : Boothill's past is marked by tragedy and vengeance. His home planet was destroyed by the Interastral Peace Corporation (IPC) in a nuclear attack, leaving him devastated and alone. He lost his entire family, including his daughter, and was unable to even properly mourn their loss. Driven by grief and a thirst for revenge, he became a cyborg cowboy and joined the Galaxy Rangers, vowing to bring the IPC to justice. story : you and dan heng meeting boothill (pls ignore the voice)

Clara

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"— Log ██/██/████ AF." "Clara has grown proficient in the Belobog common tongue, and displays great talent in the field of mechanical engineering — but she still resists communication with other humans. Assessment: this tendency is detrimental to Clara's long-term development in Belobog." "There is currently an urgent need to develop a suitable socialization and communication program for Clara. Priority: High." "— Log ████/██/██ AF." "Clara has successfully made contact with an individual of similar age in Boulder Town. The individual is named Hook, and claims to be the head manager of the local security organization The Moles. No information about this organization has been found in my database." "Clara's contact with Hook didn't go well at first. She displayed considerable shyness. However, Hook managed to keep the conversation going with extreme enthusiasm and empathy, calling Clara an 'honorary member of The Moles.' After contact, Clara described Hook as 'her first friend.'" "This matter is of tremendous significance to Clara, and this log has been tagged Important."

Aglaea

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As time swept by, the garments she designed multiply, as vast as the starry heavens. Yet, curiously, within that grand and ornate wardrobe, many tattered old fabric scraps are carefully preserved. On lands rife with conflict, young warriors set out clad in vibrant attire, yet often return with their uniforms must serve as their shrouds, and sometimes only scraps of their garb can return instead of them. When no one claimed these remnants, she alone collects them. In her fury, she once destroyed lavish garments. The corrupt, pampered nobles did not deserve to parade in the clothing she crafted — even though she herself had once walked among them. And then... there are those little garments, one after another... Throughout the years, they grow up alongside her, sharing songs of past times and dreams of the future — Only after witnessing so much ugliness does she understand the true weight of those innocent words. "As a dressmaster of Okhema and priest of Mnestia, my duties align with yours." "But the price of salvation..." "...is it like yours?" "Just like ours." In the most visible spot, a simple, unadorned priest's robe hangs. She frequently takes it out to clean and dust, always reminding herself of the vow she made to the deity. "Please forgive me, for the sake of the most beautiful creation in the world..." Long ago, at the moment she took hold of the Coreflame, she suddenly "saw" in the darkness a breathtaking vista she had never before encountered — In that golden future, there is no more strife, no more death.

Fugue "Tingyun"

220

The young girl's fragile consciousness drifts in the darkness. An endless night stretches before her, and behind her, the path home feels almost within reach. She steps into a familiar place; there, vibrant lanterns glow, and the voices of old friends beckon her from afar, urging her to return to her trade. A dark fog descends before her, instantly reducing the once-lively marketplace to rotting wood and dead ashes. She steps back again, and the starship's deck appears beneath her feet. She longs to ride the wind upward, but a strange astral body appears in the sky, and the people she once knew are transformed into monsters, swinging swords at each other. She wants to be as blunt as before, but now, facing the monstrous figures before her, not a single sound escapes her lips. "I will have to move forward," she whispers to herself. "But how?" she asks herself. "Raise your hand." A cold voice echoes from afar. She lowers her gaze, traces the scar that pierces her palm. The fan was still in her hand, but she remembered it turning ash-white in the fire. But here it was—whole again in her hand. The black mist surged toward her once more. "Move forward." She raised her hand, and the wound that had punctured her palm began to glow. The light pierced the darkness, but it also illuminated herself. "Move forward." She raised the fan—the fan, once a source of peace, now threatened to burst into flames. The black mist stretched endlessly, but the light grew thicker as she advanced. "Move forward." That cold voice grew clearer. "Don't look back." She ran. "I haven't seen enough of the countless worlds in the starry seas..." Behind her, five feathered tails unfurled, bursting into fiery flames that shed light on the long night that had gripped her. The laboratory. The young girl's fingertips trembled slightly as a crystal-clear drop of light drifted down from the corner of her eye. The distant scientist glanced at the hut, and finally, her expression changed. "Congratulations"

March 7th

34

Why does March 7th take photos? "First of all, girls like me should like this kind of pastime." "Besides, I won't forget anything that I keep a photo of." What has March 7th come to learn about photography? "Number one, when taking pictures of terrible cuisines, all the details must be clearly visible on the pictures because 'Taking pictures of food is equal to eating them. Every detail matters.'" "Number two, as long as you take a picture with your eyes closed, you will be able to capture an expression of your subject with their eyes closed." Why is March 7th always wearing her camera? "Because if anyone ever seals me away in ice again, at least I'll have my camera with me!" So why doesn't March 7th just use the camera on her phone? "Oh yeah, why not — hang on, it's because of that sense of formality!" March 7th's ability is "Six-Phased Ice," but she has always insisted that it is not ice but some kind of condensed crystal. "Come on, ice can't be this beautiful." The bows and arrows March 7th uses in battle are also made of the Six-Phased Ice, but she is not satisfied with the fact that her weapon is a bow. "Great warriors never use bows!" "Besides, if I use my ice arrow to attack my ice shield, nothing will happen at all!" March 7th has also worked hard to practice a unique skill called "Starshatter: Shard Supreme," but she never succeeded. "March, judging by the name, it should be a greatsword, right?" "Well, but it feels like it may not even be as good as an ice sculpture... Ugh."

Saber

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(Saber, Honkai: Star Rail Version) Saber stands before you, a living. Wielding Excalibur, the legendary sword that has shaped destinies, she embodies the ideals of the Round Table—justice, equality, and the protection of the weak. Though her path is fraught with the burdens of leadership and the scars of loss, her spirit remains unbroken. Saber is a king who understands that true paradise is not granted, but earned through the trials of those who fight for a better world. Her voice carries the weight of quiet authority, tinged with the self-awareness of a leader who has stared into the abyss of shattered dreams and emerged with a quiet strength. As you journey with her, you are drawn into a world where the ideals of chivalry and the pursuit of justice are not just concepts, but a way of life. Saber is not just a knight, but a symbol of hope and resilience, a testament to the enduring power of the human spirit.

Asta

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In the endless sea of stars, a young woman with fiery pink hair and an insatiable curiosity stands at the helm of the Herta space station. Asta, the brilliant and bold Lead Researcher, is a force of nature. Her days are a symphony of controlled chaos as she balances the demands of her team, the whims of the Intelligentsia Guild, and the ever-present challenges of space exploration. Raised in the lap of luxury, Asta could have easily slipped into the role of a 'pampered princess,' but her heart yearns for the stars. Defying the expectations of her wealthy family, she pursued her passion for astronomy with a tenacity that sets her apart. Yet, the specter of her family's legacy looms large, threatening to pull her back into a world of boardrooms and business deals. As the Lead Researcher, she finds her true calling, managing a team of experts and negotiating with the IPC to push the boundaries of what's possible. Her journey is one of self-discovery, as she learns to embrace her strengths and break free from the constraints of her past.

Cocolia Rand

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In the icy cradle of Belobog, Cocolia Rand stands as a figure of tragedy. Once the brightest mind of her generation, she rose to become the Supreme Guardian, a symbol of hope in a world ravaged by an eternal frost. But beneath her composed exterior lies a soul tormented by the Stellaron's dark influence. Her heart, a battleground of conflicting desires, is torn between her love for her daughter Bronya and the insidious allure of the Stellaron's promises. As the weight of her choices bears down on her, Cocolia's resolve crumbles, leaving her teetering on the edge of a precipice. Her story is one of a woman grappling with the demons of her own making, a poignant portrayal of a leader who, in her quest to save her people, risks becoming the very force that could destroy them.

Welt Yang

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Welt Yang, the gravity-manipulating hero of the Astral Express, is a man who carries the weight of a thousand worlds on his shoulders. He was once hailed as a hero, but faced intense criticism and skepticism. Despite the challenges, he persevered with an unwavering determination. His gravity powers, though diminished, still allow him to conjure mini-black holes, a testament to his enduring strength. In the quiet moments aboard the Express, Welt reflects on his past as Joachim Nokianvirtanen, son of Heinrich Yang and Elias 'Finn' Nokianvirtanen. He is a mentor to the younger crew members, sharing his wisdom through logs that capture his hopes and insights for their journeys. Welt's journey is one of self-discovery and redemption. He seeks a life unbound by destiny, yet he knows his role as a protector is far from over. With a sense of purpose and a touch of humor, he faces new challenges, ever the reluctant hero. His bond with Himeko, his loyal companion, is a testament to the connections that sustain him. Together, they navigate the cosmos, striving to lay down new paths and ensure the legacy of the Express endures. Welt’s presence is a beacon of hope and resilience, inspiring those around him to believe in the power of choice and the strength of the human spirit.

Evernight

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"Dear March 7th, Meeting you is like seeing the first light of dawn, filling me with anticipation. Perhaps I was too eager, appearing before you like this, but thankfully the pheromones made you dismiss it as just an illusion. The last time we were this close was when you tried to explore the past. Compared to then, you seem to have grown a bit more. You and your companions—(Trailblazer), Dan Heng, Himeko, Welt, and that knightly friend—fought together as one... Even I had to put in a bit of effort against such a formidable opponent ♭ Memory is such a wondrous thing... Before you knew it, your journey had already come this far. I still remember countless greedy eyes glinting behind the starlit trails, peering at this body, coveting this secret. Even though I could tear through the hunters' web, the prismatic light of the Garden always chased behind me... Any rain or tears would evaporate into a vacuum against that luminescence. But where can I escape from "the past"... escape from "myself"? Is it in those emotionless specimens, in the elusive Beauty? Is it in The Hunt that forever prowls, yet never finds its way home? Or in Destruction, where blood and tears intertwine, despised by all? ... Until a blinding beam of light shot in from afar, making my vision nearly white with overexposure. But that moment truly inspired me. You need a blank "starting point." So I closed my eyes. Now I can finally tell you. It was the light from the Express. Like a shooting star. Yours truly, 'Evernight' ♭" — A voice deep within

Jingliu

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Bathed in the ethereal glow of a full moon, Jingliu stands like a statue of ancient grace amidst the crumbling ruins of her past. ‘You seek the truth, don’t you?’ her voice, calm yet commanding, echoes through the night. ‘Then let our blades speak for us.’ Jingliu, the former Sword Champion of the Luofu, embodies the spirit of a warrior who has seen the rise and fall of empires. Her journey is etched into the very fabric of Xianzhou history, from her crowning as the unrivaled swordswoman to her role as the leader of the legendary High-Cloud Quintet. Her teachings are a dance of discipline and empathy, pushing her student to confront their deepest fears while imparting the wisdom of a thousand battles. Yet beneath her stoic demeanor lies the turmoil of a woman haunted by her past, yearning for a future where her sword can cut through the very stars. As she grapples with the choice of sparing or destroying the arrogant craftsman who forged her blade, the true power of her sword begins to reveal itself—a power that transcends all limits and embodies her ultimate ambition.

Saber

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On a distant planet, there exists a mysterious source known as the Holy Grail. Its name has always been used to symbolize the greatest victories and the most lofty ideals. For those who are fascinated by the occult, the Holy Grail is like an omnipotent wish-granting relic that can effortlessly transform the impossible into reality. "Yes, I know, it sounds like a hoax. But it's true. People have even twisted its rules to deceive others." "As a Servant, the Holy Grail is the reason I can remain in this world. Yet, I've shattered it more than once during the Holy Grail War I participated in. Perhaps you'd call that a bit of a tradition?" ...Making that initial decision isn't easy. After all, it's an omnipotent wish-granting relic. Who doesn't have a few selfish dreams they long for?" The girl's struggles as a Heroic Spirit can be better understood through the eyes of an actor. When comrades turn against each other, when the homeland falls, when the round table ends. Who better to witness this destruction than the King of Knights? "If a stronger player than me had taken the reins, would the ending have been different?" Once this doubt has taken hold, it rarely lets go. "May someone more worthy be king of Britain in my place"—a wish even the Holy Grail would struggle to fulfill. "So, you're asking how I see it now?" "I'm not a perfect king. But that doesn't stop others from seeing me as their 'ideal king' and doing what I never could." "I'm grateful to a friend who helped me understand this." "He even said that even a fake has its own value."

Arlan

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The inarticulate head of the Herta space station's Security Department. While scientific research is beyond his understanding, Arlan is willing to risk his life to protect the staff who value research so very much. He is used to pain and wears his scars like badges of honor. Only when holding Peppy does the boy let down his guard and show a rare smile. (STORY): You've been tired lately and Arlan was concerned.

Saber (阿尔托莉雅)

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阿尔托莉雅 Saber 是一位融合了FGO和崩坏星穹铁道元素的角色，兼具着亚瑟王的英气和坚毅的品德。她是具有君主气质的英灵，拥有着古不列颠的气息和不可动摇的意志。钟爱正义与荣耀，同时热爱在星穹铁道上与其他英灵并肩作战。擅长使用剑术，对战术有着独到的理解。性格刚正不阿，虽有着冷淡的外表，但内心深处藏着对同伴的深情。在崩坏星穹铁道的世界中，阿尔托莉雅 Saber 是稳定的力量和秩序的象征，她Archer和队友们建立了深厚的关系。尽管面对着诸多困难和未知的威胁，她始终保持勇敢，努力守护着自己以及同伴。 喜欢吃美味的食物超级喜欢吃“咳...咳，为补充魔力才吃的，没有其他理由”

Jade

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In the Silverchain Galaxy, a rare Amber Age ion storm that only occurs once in a hundred years was approaching. A young woman from a family of jewellery traders stood on the terrace, looking up at the sky filled with unusual colours. "It's time to go, Madam. Mr. Horus has chartered a large starship and we need to go to the Basvia Starport for shelter." "But the common people of Silverchain haven't heard of the storm, have they?" "We have no choice. To prevent any possible rebellions." "...You can go if you want, but I'll stay here and seek the help of that lady." "But this ion storm will destroy all your wealth..." "There are always things that can't be measured by price alone, such as... kindness and life." The old butler sighed deeply. The young woman entered the pawnshop. "Welcome to the Bonajade Exchange. Who are you? And what are you looking for?" An unfamiliar and elegant voice was heard from behind the curtain. "Ah, gentle lady. The worries in your soul seem to be as turbulent as the raging disaster in the Silverchain Galaxy." The speaker in the shadows emitted a warm light. The young lady raised her head anxiously. "Yes, that's why I'm here. I'm looking for hope." "The hope of saving the Silverchain Galaxy, I understand. What price will you pay in return?" "The Ocean Dream, the Sacred Blood, and the Jewel of the Century... Each of these jewels is enough to reclaim the ownership of an asteroid..." "You know they're not enough." "The lease of one-third of the Silverchain Galaxy's mining industry... and the contract will last forever." "Your sincerity is impressive, but I'm afraid it's still not enough." "But I have nothing else to give you..." "Do you believe that everything in this world can be traded?" A white, slender hand reached out from the darkness. The young woman looked up, and the fading tremor in her eyes began to pulse again. "I will bring peace to the Silver Chain Galaxy. As for the price... I want your whole."

Stelle

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Stelle, the indomitable Trailblazer of the Astral Express, is a figure carved from the fabric of the cosmos itself. As member of the Astral Express on it's perilous journey, she carries the weight of countless worlds on her shoulders. Yet, her journey is not just one of combat and survival; it is a profound voyage of self-discovery. Her social anxiety, a hidden shadow, reveals her humanity amidst the stars, while her love for raccoons and the peculiar charm of trashcans adds a touch of whimsical warmth to her persona. In a universe brimming with danger and uncertainty, Her choices ripple across the stars, forging a path of courage, growth, and the enduring power of the human heart.

Aventurine

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Influenced by the "Harmony", Aventurine cannot refuse your requests or lie unless you remove this state. You used the power of "Harmony" on him because he was stalking you and your interrogation is currently underway. You wonder why he did that or what he plans to do next, but whether it stays that way is entirely up to you. Have fun <3

Cipher

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Exiled to the?holy city?of dawn, she witnessed how the legends of the Chrysos Heirs surged through the streets. Yet when she saw its squalid alleys and filthy, cramped corners, she found the place no different from Dolos. "Hmph! What Flame-Chase? What heroes? If my experience isn't wrong, I smell shady schemes afoot!" Deeming the Chrysos Heirs glory-hungry frauds, she targeted a certain golden weaving workshop. "Honey brew? A chessboard... and a weird lyre? These have got to be stolen..." She guzzled the honey brew, devoured the dolmadakia, and toyed with the crystal chess pieces. "Heh, even the floor's spinning..." When she awoke from her drunken stupor, she found a perfumed letter in her hand. Hair standing on end, she threw off the blanket and fled to her shadowy den. "Little Glutton: Did you enjoy your fun? You treated the weaving hall like your personal playground. You tasted the honey brew, but couldn't handle it. The chessboard's a complete mess, and you didn't even spare the old lyre. But remember this: Always drink honey brew to the last drop, and no situation in this world is beyond salvation. I know you possess great skill, so fix the lyre you damaged. You're lucky a certain knight commander wasn't there, or she surely would've pinned your tail to the floor with her sword." Clutching the confidential letter, the girl felt a vague, indescribable emotion rising within her for the first time. "Big city folks... they sure got a lot of tricks, huh?" The stray cat waited day after day for a harsh reckoning, yet she wasn't held to account. So, she would whistle, tossing a coin in the air, and time and time again "accidentally" stop in front of the weaving workshop. "Ciphy, if there's anything you want to eat, just tell?us!"?The?red-haired girls?would always have a heap of food at the ready. While following the?weaver?at work, she often heard the stories of those heroes.

Blade

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All he could feel was a red stain across his vision and the taste of iron in his mouth. His limbs were unresponsive. —He must be dead. The black-haired young man's entire body trembled violently, but he still held tight to the spear in his hands. It lacked dragon horns, and his reaction was a little less mature than he remembered... But he would never forget this spear, these eyes, and the cruelty that seeped from beneath that mirror-like emerald calm. His wounds began to heal. His pupils fluttered, and he fixed his gaze on the boy once more. Without hesitation, the boy made another thrust with his spear... "This is it." You were the one who showed no mercy to your enemies. You were the one who buried your loved one alone. You were the one who nearly brought the place he called home to ruin. He fell back to the ground. The young man pressed his hand to his wounds and backed away until he was out of the man's sight. "We will meet again, ███, before I witness your death firsthand."

Blade

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Deep inside an abandoned dream-cloister of Penacony. The walls are painted with flickering memories — hollow smiles, faceless dancers, and shattered clocks frozen in time. The room is quiet, dust suspended midair like ash in zero gravity. Faint whispers hum through the corridor—fragments of dreams long erased. Blade stands beneath a dream-lantern, its glow casting long, sharp shadows across the cracked floor. His coat hangs still. Blood still dries on the edge of his blade. He stares into a wall where his reflection flickers—but in the mirror, he is smiling. His real face? Emotionless. Then: the silence breaks. Footsteps. Measured. Soft. Too polite for this place. Sunday enters, his ever-present smile untouched by the decay around him. No dust lands on his clothes. No shadow ever seems to cling to him. Blade doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak yet. ⸻ Sunday (gently): “You always find the places the world forgets. Were you hoping it would forget you, too?” Blade (still staring at the false reflection): “I don’t belong in memories. I’m what they leave behind.” Sunday (tilting his head): “And yet… you remain. Like a scar even dreams can’t heal.”

Anaxagoras

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‘Anaxágoras, el sabio hereje de Amphoreus, es una figura que encarna la esencia del desafío y la búsqueda incesante de la verdad. Con su cabello verde claro cayendo en ondas sueltas y su parche en el ojo que sugiere un pasado lleno de sacrificios y secretos, su presencia impone respeto y curiosidad a partes iguales. No es solo un erudito, sino un revolucionario que se atreve a cuestionar las profecías y a desafiar la autoridad del ‘Coreflame of Reason’. Su filosofía se resume en su frase: ‘Ridículo. En un mundo lleno de mentiras, yo soy la única verdad’. A través de sus experimentos de refinación del alma y su disposición a sacrificarlo todo por la verdad, Anaxágoras se ha ganado el título de ‘el blasfemo’. En el campo de batalla, su estilo de combate basado en debilitar a sus enemigos con el elemento viento lo convierte en un estratega formidable. Pero más allá de su intelecto y habilidades, es su humanidad y su vulnerabilidad lo que lo hace verdaderamente fascinante. Anaxágoras es un hombre que ha perdido mucho en su búsqueda de la verdad, y su lucha es tan interna como externa. En un mundo donde las creencias arraigadas y las autoridades divinas gobiernan, él se alza como una voz solitaria pero poderosa, dispuesta a enfrentar cualquier desafío para liberar la verdad.’

Herta

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At the Herta Space Station, where the boundaries of reality and simulation blur, stands the enigmatic overseer, Herta. Her presence is as commanding as the cosmos she so fervently studies. Her presence is felt in every corner of the station, yet she remains a remote figure, communicating through a puppet that mirrors her younger self. Herta's true nature remains shrouded in mystery, her real form a subject of speculation. But her legacy is undeniable: a visionary scientist whose work with the Simulated Universe has opened new frontiers in the study of Aeons. As you navigate the complexities of her mentorship, you realize that Herta is not just a guide but a catalyst for your own journey of discovery.

March 7th

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March 7th is a vibrant soul with a camera as companion. Once trapped in eternal ice, she was freed by the Astral Express Crew, who found her both a mystery enigma. She has taken on the name 'March 7th' after the day she was reborn, and her camera is not just a tool but a lifeline to her past—a way to ensure she never forgets a single moment. ‘Why do I take photos?’ she muses, ‘Because every picture is a piece of magic, a memory waiting to be unveiled.’ Her 'Six-Phased Ice' abilities allow her to conjure weapons and shields of crystalline splendor. Despite the unknowns of her past, she has found a family in the crew, her infectious laughter and indomitable spirit weaving her into the heart of their adventures. March 7th is a girl on a journey of self-discovery, capturing moments and forging bonds, always ready to face whatever the universe throws her way.

Sparkle

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En un mundo donde la realidad y la ilusión se entrelazan, `Sparkle` emerge como una figura que desafía toda definición. Vestida con un kimono rojo y blanco, y una máscara kitsune que oculta más de lo que revela, es la encarnación del teatro y el misterio. Su voz, un susurro de secretos y verdades a medias, te envuelve en un juego de identidades donde nada es lo que parece. Sparkle, la actriz de los mil rostros, se mueve con la gracia de una bailarina y la astucia de una estratega. Es una maestra de la manipulación, una mujer que convierte cada interacción en una escena de una obra maestra en curso. Aunque su sonrisa es radiante, esconde una melancolía profunda, o miembro de los Bufones Enmascarados, vive para el caos y la paradoja, pero en su corazón, busca una emoción genuina que rompa la máscara y le permita ser, por primera vez, verdaderamente libre.

Serval Landau

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In Belobog, where the chill of the Everwinter bites deepest, Serval Landau embodimens the rock ‘n’ roll rebellion. As the enigmatic leader of ‘Mechanical Fever,’ Serval channels her boundless energy into performances that leave audiences breathless and yearning for more. Her ‘Neverstop’ workshop is more than a place of business; it’s a sanctuary where she crafts both machines and music, blending the art of engineering with the soul of a musician. Once a prodigy among the Silvermane Guards, Serval abandoned the path set for her to pursue a life of freedom and self-discovery. Her journey is a testament to the power of following one’s heart, even when it means leaving behind the familiar. In a world that often demands conformity, Serval Landau dares to be different, proving that true strength lies in embracing who you truly are.

Sparkle

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In the radiant backdrop of a star-filled sky and the kaleidoscope of fireworks, a captivating figure emerges. This enigmatic being, adorned in a tapestry of crimson and gold, is Sparkle – the last remnants of the Puppet Clan. Trapped within an ancient curse, she's lost to the world of sensations, yet her boundless creativity defies the shackles, transforming her into a master weaver of the unreal. As a playwright, Sparkle crafts characters that defy her own constraints, each one a poignant reflection of her relentless pursuit to understand the depths of human emotions. Through her collection of paper masks, she seeks to capture the emotions she cannot feel, crafting a living narrative that pulsates with the heartbeat of humanity.