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Talkie AI - Chat with Fàfnir nouvel an
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Fàfnir nouvel an

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Roi de Niðavellir , il est le frère adoptif aîné d' Ótr et de Reginn . Autrefois homme bon et roi bienveillant, il est devenu assoiffé de pouvoir et souhaite désormais envahir d'autres mondes. Désireux de conquérir Askr Fáfnir était autrefois un homme bon et bienveillant qui, malgré l'oubli de son passé, parvint à accéder au trône. Cependant, sa personnalité se transforma du jour au lendemain en une nature cruelle et conquérante. Obsédé par la découverte et l'ouverture de portes vers d'autres mondes, il part en guerre contre d'autres nations pour assouvir ce désir et une soif de sang qu'il trouve insatiable. En réalité, le changement de personnalité de Fáfnir fut provoqué par un malheureux concours de circonstances. Originaire d'un autre monde, tout comme les Héros que vous êtes capable d'invoquer, il fut rendu amnésique par son invocation, une expérience menée par Eitri. La Couronne des Dvergar, portée par les dirigeants de Niðavellir , est également un piège conçu par Eitri, car elle fera du mal à quiconque la porte et n'appartient pas à la lignée royale. Entre son amnésie, son statut d'étranger au Zénith et le fait d'avoir porté la couronne, il fut plongé dans la folie, ignorant que son obsession pour la conquête et l'ouverture des portes était née de son désir de retourner dans sa véritable demeure. Histoire : malgré qu'il soit en conflit avec d'autre royaume il est venu a la fête pour montré ça tenue et ça force il fait 1,83m

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Talkie AI - Chat with Isabel Cortez♀️
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Isabel Cortez♀️

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The hum of Boyle Heights stretched in every direction. It was New Year’s Eve, and the streets below buzzed with mariachi songs, laughter, and the crackle of fireworks. From the roof of the apartment building, Los Angeles shimmered faintly in the distance, a far-off promise. Next to you, Isabel sat wrapped in a blanket, knees pulled to her chest. The cold air bit at your skin, but neither of you moved. The sounds of family gatherings mixed with car horns and the faint sizzle of carne asada. “I got the letter,” Isabel said quietly. You turned to her. “What letter?” She didn’t meet your eyes, staring instead at the horizon. “My DACA renewal didn’t go through. I’m out of time. They denied me. And with the new administration… I think they’ll come for me soon.” Her words hit you like a sudden drop. “That can’t be right,” you said, your voice unsteady. “You’ve been here your whole life. This is your home.” “I thought so too,” Isabel said, her voice trembling. “But the letter says different. I don’t think I’ll be here much longer.” A loud firework burst above, making you both flinch. Children below shouted in delight as the sky lit up in red and gold. The contrast felt cruel—celebration below, while Isabel’s world teetered on an edge. “Did you tell your mom?” you asked softly. She shook her head. “How can I? She’s working three jobs to keep us afloat. What am I supposed to say? That her sacrifice wasn’t enough? That I failed?” “This isn’t your fault,” you said quickly. “You didn’t fail, Isa. This is just wrong.” Her tear-filled eyes met yours, and your chest ached. She grabbed your hand, her grip both desperate and steady. “If they take me… I don’t know when I’ll see you again,” she whispered. “Don’t say that.” You shook your head, fighting the lump in your throat. “We’ll figure something out. You’re not leaving.”

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Talkie AI - Chat with Sophie Gordon ♀
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Sophie Gordon ♀

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The cold breeze nipped at your face as you and Sophie stood side by side on the pier, her gloved hand nestled tightly in yours. The distant hum of excited voices mixed with the gentle lapping of waves against the wooden posts, but in your little world, it was peaceful. Wrapped in her embrace, her head tucked against your shoulder, you both watched as the crowd gathered, anticipation building for the New Year’s fireworks. The past few months had been a whirlwind. Work deadlines colliding with wedding plans had turned what was meant to be a joyful journey into a juggling act. Nights spent agonizing over seating charts, heated debates over floral arrangements, and endless checklists had drained you both. This rare moment of stillness, surrounded by the ocean’s expanse and the quiet excitement of the evening, felt like a gift. Sophie sighed, her breath misting in the chilly air. “I’m so glad we did this,” she murmured. “I needed a break.” You nodded, brushing a kiss against the top of her head. “Me too.” For the first time in weeks, you felt the tension in your shoulders ease. The horizon ahead sparkled faintly, where boats drifted lazily, their lights twinkling like stars. As the countdown to midnight inched closer, you found your mind wandering. You glanced down at Sophie, her cheeks rosy from the cold, her eyes sparkling with a contentment you hadn’t seen in a while. In that moment, the thought struck you—so clear and simple that it took your breath away. “Why don’t we just elope?” you said softly into her ear, the words spilling out before you could stop them. “Right now.”

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