#Alia For Sustainability

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Alia Bhatt Returns As The Goodwill Ambassador For ALT_EFF 2024!

Alia Bhatt is back, championing sustainability with ALT EFF! Her return as Goodwill Ambassador highlights her dedication to our planet's future.

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Sustainable and Stylish: The Future of Olympic Kits

The Olympic Games are a showcase of athletic prowess, global unity, and cultural diversity. Every four years, athletes from around the world gather to compete at the highest level, donning their national colors with pride. But behind the scenes, a revolution is taking place in the design and production of the uniforms these athletes wear: a movEco-friendly materialsement towards sustainability and style. The future of Olympic kits is not only about performance but also about environmental responsibility and innovative fashion. This article explores the journey towards sustainable and stylish Olympic kits, highlighting key trends, technologies, and the broader impact on the sports apparel industry.

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love and power

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chapter one

“don’t call me by my name.”

Alastor x Fem!Reader ; MDNI 18+ ; [y/n] used sparingly ; Alias in Hell is Sylvie

tags/warnings: descriptions of reader’s demon form, Alastor uses the chain and withholding your breakfast as punishment, Alastor takes pleasure in your fear, power dynamics, reader worries over being punished, lecherous demons in an alley, non-consensual grab and lick of the face, graphic violence, murder, blood, teeth as a weapon, slow burn eventual: smut

word count: 2.5k

prelude ; chapter one ; chapter two ; chapter three ; chapter four ; chapter five ; chapter six ; chapter seven ; chapter eight ; chapter nine ; chapter ten: part one ; chapter ten: part two

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“Why didn’t you bring me a boy to play with?” Niffty pouted, her little foot stomping the carpet. 

She hadn’t been pleased when Alastor broke the news that he had acquired a new maid to help her out around the hotel, and glared at you past his legs. He laughed, seeming to enjoy her tantrum. You still weren’t sure how to feel about this Demon who had taken over your contract. While he had been pleasant enough at the Emporium after Rosie signed you over, he hadn’t spoken a word to you while leading you through the streets of Hell to bring you here. 

“I’m afraid you’ve answered your own question, Niffty dear. Had I brought you a toy, I’m not so sure you’d sustain your productivity. Which is precisely why I brought help.” He turned to look back at you for the first time then, your chest tightening from the eye contact. Alastor maintained contact as he continued, “Sylvie will maintain my quarters for now so as not to take away from your duties, but once the hotel gets busier I expect you to play nice and share. Besides, she’ll need training before we just let her loose around the hotel! We have a reputation to uphold, after all.”

He smirked at you and broke his gaze, pivoting to make his way up the stairs. Before the others could get a chance to come talk to you, an invisible tug was at your neck and you hurried to catch up with Alastor.

“I’ll show Sylvie to her room so she can settle in,” Alastor said loud enough for everyone, still facing forward as he continued up the staircase.

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That had been a week ago.

Everyone else had been fairly welcoming, Charlie being the kindest. She and her girlfriend Vaggie had made the most effort getting to know you, which made sense being they were in charge of the hotel. Though he wasn’t rude, Husker only spoke to you in short quips. You tried not to dwell on the pity in his eyes any time you crossed by the bar in the lobby.

Angel Dust had been nice too, the few times you had managed to see him and always at the bar, joking amicably that you could almost pass as twins despite quite obvious differences. He was a decent amount taller and slimmer than you for starters. Hell seemed to have turned him into a spider of sorts, and if you had to take a guess, you had spawned here as some kind of milky-colored reptile. No scales, but there was a faint pearlescent pattern of something close to that covering your neck, back, and extremities. 

It was still jarring to see your reflection in the mirror. There were parts you still recognized, though even those features had felt Hell’s touch. To your relief, your face still looked more or less the same. Nearly Human passing, until your newly-added nictitating membrane blinked right-to-left. Though your red pupils and pink sclera were also a dead giveaway (haha, get it?). Something you weren’t sure you’d ever adjust to, but hey, you earned it right?

You had just finished getting into the black collared dress Alastor demanded you wore for work when a dark shadow pooled under your feet. Complete darkness and seconds later, you were standing in the parlor of Alastor’s suite. 

“[Y/N],” Alastor’s low, static voice lingered on it, red eyes boring into you. Something he had gleaned very quickly in the week was how unsettled you got when he used your real name, and enjoyed the opportunities to use it. “I find tardiness to be an irksome trait. Do not make it a habit. Am I understood?”

You fought a grimace, loathing his condescension. The Radio Demon’s smile threatened to tear as he watched you struggle to maintain composure. You hadn’t succeeded completely, but you were making some progress.

“Well?” he goaded.

“Yes, sir,” you managed to say evenly, hands fidgeting behind your back.

You knew better now than to play into his tricks. He was trying to get you to react, a sport he took great pleasure in succeeding at. So when he wasn’t ordering you around, he was complaining about the look on your face. Sullen, petulant, ghastly, he had used all kinds of names. And when you had gotten cheeky with him about it on your second day after hours of scrubbing the area rug in his room that he had dirtied on purpose…

The slight ache in the back of your neck served as a reminder of that. Sadistically, the chain was the only true cold you’ve felt since spawning in Hell and it seemed to burn more than acid rain. It wasn’t hard to remember the weight of it, the sweaty feeling of it on your skin. Alastor had enjoyed it all immensely. 

Denying him his fun in pissing you off probably wasn’t good in the long term, but you had to toe the line in order to find the limit. You wanted to learn as much as you could about the creature who owned you. Eternity was never-ending, but learning how to cope was all you could try to do. Being moved to this hotel had turned out to be a true blessing all things considered, so if navigating Alastor’s moods and demands was the price, you would have to pay it.

“Good!” The expression on Alastor’s face quickly relaxed into a more pleasant one. “Now hurry up and run into town to fetch my dry cleaning, and bring me something from that new butcher shop. I’ll leave it to you to decide, I so love surprises! Skipping breakfast will serve as your warning for being tardy. See you in an hour, dear.”

With that, he disappeared before you in a quick melt of shadow.

He was so. Fucking. Annoying. But you wouldn’t risk throwing a tantrum. For all you knew, he was still somewhere in the room, and honestly, you didn’t have time to waste. The walk from here to Cannibal Town was about twenty minutes and Alastor had summoned you before you had been able to put on your shoes, a five-minute setback at least. He had also made no mention of how you were expected to pay for any of this… 

Time to perform a fucking miracle, you thought to yourself, and made your way for the door.

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Alastor watched as you took a deep breath and smoothed your pale pink hair before leaving his room. The small click of the door locking echoed in the silence. He re-materialized near the large window that faced the city, grinning when he finally saw you walking off the premises at a hurried pace. You were so close to coming loose, so close to breaking that unbecoming pout. How he loathed it. He would rid you of the self-pity you wallowed in, even if it drove you to madness. A chuckle escaped him at the thought.

When you spoke back to him last week it had been such a thrill. Alastor closed his eyes, reliving the memory. He had allowed himself a moment to enjoy your insolence before inverting it to fear. Now that was a face he could get used to. The cold sweat on your skin, your red-pink eyes wide with shock. The sound of your hands and knees hitting the floor was music to his ears! Though he would never forget the gasp that caught in your throat from the shock.

He didn’t even need to raise his voice when he told you never to speak to him that way again, a direction you had perhaps taken too much to heart. Then again, you didn’t come across as a fighter. No, you were much too apathetic for that, at least for now.

And you had smelled so lovely in your fear. The usual floral sweetness of your scent had turned warm and nutty. For a moment he was certain he had picked up a hint of bitterness before you had mouthed off, but it disappeared so quickly once you were frightened that he couldn’t be sure. All he knew was that he wanted to smell it again.

With some luck, that would be quite soon; a little over an hour now if all goes according to plan. The Radio Demon had never expected you to return within the given timeframe.

Setting you up to fail wasn’t fair, but it was certainly fun.

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Donner’s Butchery had been absolutely packed, but you managed to purchase the last available pound of liver. Their selection had been so low that you were more concerned with walking out of there without anything at all. Whether or not Alastor would enjoy it was a matter reserved for your return, though you hoped he would since you had to open a tab to get it. 

Thankfully, the dry cleaning had been settled upfront so you were actually starting to feel a little optimistic about making it back in time. In fact, you were now determined to be back in time out of spite. Imagining the veiled irritation on Alastor’s face when you arrived within the hour kept you distracted from the hunger pain in your stomach, and your pace subconsciously picked up. The high was short-lived though once your mind wandered to what other tasks Alastor would surely have lined up once you handed him his clothes and liver.

And what if he hated liver? You were in such a hurry that you didn’t even know what kind it was if he asked about it, which he probably would if only to watch you squirm trying to answer. The hotel wasn’t too far off now and you stepped into an alley to search the bag for a receipt, hoping that the butcher had been thorough enough to write it down. You found the receipt taped to the butcher paper, the words DEER LIVER scribbled with thick, black marker. 

“Thank god,” you sighed quietly, relieved to have peace of mind and placed it back in the bag. You were just about to step back onto the sidewalk when you heard laughter behind you.

“God ain’t here, sweetheart. Haven’t you noticed?”

You turned to see two demons, already standing much closer to you than you’d like. In your desperation to check the bag, you hadn’t heard them approaching. Something that should have embarrassed you, given the sour smell wafting off their clothes, but there wasn’t time for that. You took a quick glance at the clocktower.

Five minutes.

Of course it was… Even if you ran, you’d probably only get to the gate at best and knowing Alastor, that wouldn’t count.

“You got somewhere to be? Hand over the bag and maybe we’ll let you go,” the taller one continued, his plump sidekick snickering, both moving to cage you in.

God damn it… You were so close. So fucking close. Not only that, but were you were hungry and exhausted. All you had done this week was try your best to manage Alastor’s impossible expectations for what? An easier eternity? The creeps standing near you were right, God wasn’t here. This is Hell. Suffering eternal. 

The sanctuary you thought you’d found at the hotel was anything but. Its promise of redemption was the dangling carrot, always just out of reach. A sick joke, just like everything else here. Not that you had ever planned to be redeemed, you knew why you were here, but living in the hotel had lulled you into a false sense of security. Hell wasn’t clean and filled with mild-mannered sinners.

“Look at that, she’s fucking crying!” the plump demon laughed, bringing you back to the moment. “You’ve always liked ‘em scared, Donny.”

The tall one, apparently called Donny, shot his arm out to block you from leaving, a lecherous grin spreading across his face. “Is he right, baby? You scared?”

You could feel your heart in your throat. Scared? You were pissed. And when Donny grabbed your face and boldly licked a tear off your cheek, you snapped.

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The Radio Demon had been hard at work tuning Vaggie out for the last few minutes. He was aimlessly wandering the lobby when she cornered him, seeming to have finally found her opportunity to interrogate him over acquiring your soul. It would have been easy enough to tell the disgraced Angel that it was the least he could do considering the help Rosie had provided them, but upsetting Vaggie was simply too much fun.

She was droning on about how she and Charlie would be taking over the onboarding of any more new employees when Alastor felt a chain rattle, ear flicking in response. Some fool was messing with his property. He reached out mentally to follow the chain and soon caught the scent of almond. He grimaced. Of course it was yours.

“As much as I cherish our conversations, I’ll need to cut this short Vaggie. I’m afraid duty calls,” Alastor said smugly, grinning at the rage on her face from being so casually brushed off before slipping into shadow.

When Alastor materialized in an alley he was met with piercing screams, and it took him a moment to register what he was seeing. You were on the ground straddling the waist of some poor soul, your face covered in blood as you tore out your victim’s neck with your teeth. The creature in question no longer seemed to have much left of the lower half of his face, the remnants of it no doubt lying somewhere in the gore. His death rattle was nothing more than a gurgle and spurt of blood, but it seemed you were too lost in your rampage to notice he was now motionless beneath you.

Alastor didn’t bother with the pudgy creature that had no doubt been your victim’s friend. Well, perhaps not a very good friend, seeing as the coward ran away once he regained his footing. Besides, it wouldn’t be difficult to track the cretin down if Alastor changed his mind about it later.

For now, his focus was on you and what a glorious sight it was. He wished for a moment that your dress had been a different color, just to see how much blood and scraps of flesh had soaked into it. Judging from the mess on your face, it had to be quite a lot.

The sounds coming from you were savage, nearly carnal, and you were relentless in your attack despite the damage already done. When would you stop, he wondered. When there was nothing but bone? The aspect thrilled him to the core and he sniffed deeply, taking in the scent of blood and almond. There it was — that delicious, bitter, nutty warmth. He had been right. Letting out a satisfied, pleasured sigh, he waited patiently for you to finish. After a minute or so you succeeded in decapitating the fool, and Alastor made his approach as you struggled to catch your breath. 

Gingerly tapping you once with his foot, you startled with a growl and snapped your teeth. Alastor let out a low chuckle, taking in the wild look of your face, eyes glowing pink.

“I believe he’s had enough for now, dear. You made good work of him, I’m quite impressed,” he said, giving you a proud smile. “Now let’s get you home before you cause a scene.”

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MY COMMISIONS FOR FIRAS MUHAISEN'S FUNDRAISER

DEEMA'S POST ABOUT HER CAMPAIGN

I DO NOT VERIFY FUNDRAISERS PLEASE DO NOT TAG ME AS A SOURCE OF VERIFICATION AND DON'T ASK ME FOR THAT

Introduction post!

Before scrolling down, please take a few minutes to check the links below and help as much as you can:

LIST OF FUNDRAISERS FOR PALESTINIAN FAMILIES by fallahifag

A MASTERPOST OF FUNDRAISERS FOR BOTH SUDANESE AND PALESTINIAN FAMILIES by el-shab-hussein

OPERATION OLIVE BRANCH (amplifies Palestinian voices and fundraisers)

A SITE WHERE YOU CAN DAILY CLICK AND HELP TO RAISE MONEY FOR PALESTINE AND OTHER CAUSES IN THE MIDDLE EAST

ONE MILLION SUSTAINABLE PADS (a fundraiser collecting money to deliver one million sustainable pads for Sudanese girls and women)

A LINKTREE BY BSONBLAST INCLUDING VARIOUS ORGANIZATIONS HELPING SUDAN

FRIENDS OF THE CONGO (learn more about the genocide currently happening in Congo and how to help)

Here are the blogs of all the people who vetted the fundraisers linked below (Tumblr won't let me link them next to every fundraiser because it has a limit set to 100 links):

el-shab-hussein

nabulsi

90-ghost

sayruq

ibtisams

fallahifag

apollos-olives

All the Gofundmes of the Gazan families who have reached out to me:

Siraj and his family, @/siraj2024 | Gofundme | vetted by nabulsi |

Anas family, @/anasgaza1 | Gofundme | vetted by nabulsi |

Alia and her family, @/aalya1988 | Gofundme | vetted by nabulsi |

Mohammed Almanasra and his family, @/mohamedrsm91 | Gofundme | vetted by nabulsi and el-shab-hussein |

Nahla and Amal families, @/jrk85 | Gofundme | vetted by sayruq |

Radwa Tahan and her family, @/radwataha | Gofundme | not vetted |

Zain's family, @/falasteenforever | Gofundme | not vetted |

Aya Maher and her family, @/ayamaher44 | Gofundme | vetted by 90-ghost |

Raghad Qanou and her family, @/rhq274 | Gofundme | vetted by nabulsi |

Tawfik and his family, @/tawfiksatooom | PayPal | vetted by el-shab-hussein |

Muhanned Shaheen and his family @/mohanedshaheen | Gofundme | not vetted |

Iyad Sobhe and his family, @/iyadsobhe | Gofundme | vetted by nabulsi |

Nabil and his family, @/hilelnabil | Gofundme | vetted by sayruq |

Ibrahim and his family, @/ibshaqura | Gofundme | vetted by ibtisams |

Hamza Al-Absi and his family, @/hamzaahmed21 | Gofundme | vetted by 90-ghost |

Nasser and his family, @/nassermohamd9 | Gofundme | vetted by nabulsi |

Haifa Aziz, @/haifaaziz98 | Gofundme | vetted by nabulsi and fallahifag |

Reema and her family, @/reemash456 | Gofundme | vetted by Operation Olive Branch and nabulsi |

Nader and his family, @/nadergaza | Gofundme | vetted by el-shab-hussein |

Mohammed and his family, @/hmzamahamed3 | Gofundme | vetted by nabulsi |

Mohammed and his family, @/m-elshaer038 | Gofundme | vetted by nabulsi |

Amani and her children, @/amani93hasan | Gofundme | vetted by nabulsi |

Ahmed's family, @/ahmednimer | Gofundme | vetted by nabulsi |

Ruba and her family, @/rubashabansblog | Gofundme | vetted by nabulsi |

Ahmed and his family, @/ahmed-ziad | Gofundme | vetted by nabulsi |

Mahmoud Helles's family, @/hillesmahmoud | Gofundme | vetted by nabulsi |

Khalil Abubaker and his family, @/khalil95 | Gofundme | vetted by nabulsi |

Mohammed Al-Habil and his family, @/mohammedfamily123 | Gofundme | vetted by el-shab-hussein |

Dr. Mohammed Aldeeb and his family, @/mohammedaldeeb | Gofundme | vetted by el-shab-hussein and 90-ghost |

Yousef Albuhaisi, @/yousefalbuhaisi | Gofundme | vetted by sayruq |

Mohammed and his family, @/mohammedhaboub | Gofundme | vetted by 90-ghost |

Muhammad Habib and his family, @/mohammedhabib90 | Gofundme | vetted by el-shab-hussein |

Abdelrahman and his family, @/anqer | Gofundme | vetted by el-shab-hussein |

Fahmi and his family, @/fahakkila | Gofundme | vetted by nabulsi |

Mohammad and his family, @/mohamedawnisblog | Gofundme | vetted by nabulsi |

Faten and her family, @/fatenahmed | Gofundme | vetted by nabulsi |

Iyad Sami and his family, @/eyadsami | Gofundme | vetted by 90-ghost |

Yousef Hussein's family, @/06679799 | Gofundme | vetted by 90-ghost |

Shahed and her family, @/shahednhall | Gofundme | vetted by nabulsi |

Nael Hilles and his family, @/nael-helles | Gofundme | vetted by el-shab-hussein |

Nesma Ahmed and her family, @/nesmamo | Gofundme | vetted by nabulsi, sayruq and el-shab-hussein |

Hala and her family, @/halaelhissi | Gofundme | vetted by el-shab-hussein |

Ahmed's family, @/789002135 | Gofundme | vetted by el-shab-hussein |

Majdy and his family, @/majdyfamily123 | Gofundme | vetted by nabulsi |

Amjad Almoghrabi and his family, @/amjad20011 | Gofundme | vetted by el-shab-hussein |

Mohammed and his family, @/mohbardaweel | Gofundme | vetted by 90-ghost |

Ahmed Alnabih and his family, @/ahmedalnabih | Gofundme | vetted by apollos-olives |

@/ahmed79ss | Gofundme | vetted by 90-ghost |

Amira and her family, @/ameera-anq | Gofundme | vetted by nabulsi |

Firas, his sister and their family | @/firasmuhaisen | Gofundme | vetted by 90-ghost |

Amal Ashour and her family, @/amalashuor | Gofundme | vetted by el-shab-hussein and nabulsi |

Yousef Helles' family, @/zeinyousef | Gofundme | vetted by el-shab-hussein |

Mohammed Hussein Ismael and his family @/mohammedismaeel | Gofundme | vetted by 90-ghost

Mohammed Okal | @/mohammedokal-2 | Gofundme | vetted by 90-ghost

Alaa and her family | @/alaakh9 | Gofundme | vetted by 90-ghost

Safaa and her family | @/safasalah | Gofundme | vetted by 90-ghost

Ramez Hilles' family | @/ramezderar | Gofundme | vetted by 90-ghost

Hanaa and her family | @/enghanalulu | Gofundme | vetted by 90-ghost

Hala and her family | @/halaloam | Gofundme | vetted by el-shab-hussein

Bilal's family | @/ghazawi-00 | Gofundme | vetted by el-shab-hussein

Hanaa Jad Al-Haq and her family | @/hanaayousef | Gofundme | vetted by ibtisams

Leen, Zain and their parents | @/leen-gaza, @/zain-gaza | Gofundme | vetted by 90-ghost

Moamen Majed | @/moamenmajed-gaza | Gofundme | vetted by a group of activists on Instagram @/pali.pals

Israa Alazaiza and her family | @/israa-azaiza | Gofundme | vetted by nabulsi and el-shab-hussein

Yasmin and her family | @/yasminalbalawi, @/yasminsalahgaza | Gofundme | vetted by 90-ghost

Omar and his family | @/omargazablog | PayPal | vetted by 90-ghost

Mohammed Atallah and his family | @/mohammed-atallah | Gofundme | vetted by 90-ghost

Khaled Altaban | @/khaledaltaban | Gofundme | vetted by 90-ghost

Feras Al-Mansi's family | @/mazenmanal | Gofundme | vetted by apollos-olives

Shima and her family | @/shimo20 | Gofundme | vetted by gaza-evacuation-funds

Iyad and his family | @/eyadalanqar | Gofundme | vetted by gazavetters

!WARNING FOR THE VERY GLITTERY AND BRIGHT IMAGES AT THE END!

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🦣 Hi! I've been on this site for a while now and never really created a proper introduction. The preffered name I go for is Wiola, but I also use the name Cosma! 🦣

🌈 I'm 18 yo, white and polish. Transneutral agender (+ most likely nonhuman objectid but figuring it out) and tme! Lesbian oriented aroace. My primary language is polish but the stuff I reblog and post will probably almost always be either english or translated to english. I go by they/moth pronouns, in polish I use one/ich (girl they/them lmao) ONLY! I also prefer using feminatives over masculatives or neutral terms (I'm fine with being called either bro or dude or anything like this just like the feminine terms more). 🌈

🐩 I'm neurodivergent, currently diagnosed with ADHD, OCD and misophonia but I'm trying to consult with my therapist about a possible autism diagnosis! I NEED TONE TAGS, NOT ALL OF THEM, BUT /j, /lh, /nm, /nbh ARE VERY IMPORTANT FOR ME! 🐩

🌌 My current fixations are plushies and stuffed animals. I'm overal very interested in animals and they bring me happiness and comfort. I've also been a fan of the Pokemon franchise for around nine years now. Besides that, Warrior Cats and Littlest Pet Shop.

I love nature, space, the sea and the ocean. 🌌

🦇 I mostly reblog here but sometimes I post art. 🦇

🦖 Askbox is always open. 🦖

I try to tag the fandom posts I reblog with each respective fandom, if you need me to tag anything so you could block it please tell me! The only thing I won't be tagging are the calls for action, fundraisers and general informational posts coming from either Palestine, Sudan, Congo or any other country. If you are bothered by any of those, do not interact with this blog, piece of shit.

For further DNI list:

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this blog used to be called vampir3-rabi3s

[yuzuocha]

LOVE AND DEEPSPACE? MORE LIKE LOVE AND SCAMSPACE

ok as much as i absolutely love this game, it hasn't even been a YEAR yet people are ALREADY EXHAUSTED because of how fucking punishing the game is in terms of spending

i've spent around 600 USD on this game, give or take. it isn't a small amount, but it isn't a gargantous amount either — and yet, even i feel like i've been cheated out of my money, which is hard to do.

"but gacha games are predatory by default, it's ultimately your fault for spending money on the game"

yes, they are all predatory. they're meant to get their consumers into a top-up addiction. however, infold is especially (and unfairly) scummy towards lds players.

if you are unaware, infold isn't a brand-new company — it's just papergames underneath an alias. they're mostly known for their nikki dress-up game series and mr love: queen's choice franchise (which is another otome game).

question ‣ but why, exactly, does this matter?

answer ‣ the way infold/papergames treats mlqc and nikki fans in comparison to lds is night and day.

for reference, i've played both game franchises and i first played infold's games back at 2017, right when love nikki, the game that catapulted infold in the mobile game industry, released. i've spent money on infold's games before love and deepspace's release.

the games' difference from lds in terms of f2p/p2p is laughable, the largest difference being the existence of the top-up accumulative system.

if you are wondering what the top-up accumulative system is, here's an example (DO NOTE THAT THIS IS JUST A SAMPLE. THIS IS IN NO WAY INDICATIVE OF WHAT IT SHOULD BE.):

see what i mean?

infold has shit somewhat like this for all of their gacha games EXCEPT FOR LDS.

im going to continue posting content and fics for lds, not for the sake of papergames but for the sake of fans who can't enjoy the game without dumping their entire fortunes on this shit.

y'all deserve better.

sorry for the huge rant. i just had to blow off some steam bc :'D this game ain't sustainable

[evenmorefatallyobsessed]

Manami Aiba/ La Brava AU Concept

Manami Aiba was alone… She had been for a long time, born small and stunted little had been expected of her. Though despite that, her intellect was not to be shrugged off, her skills less so. She had what it took to be someone great, Atlas had made her multiple offers when she was still in middle school and up until she dropped out of high school all those years ago…

So why had she… Love, love was a powerful, but cruel force for Aiba, it drove the young and older, experienced and naïve alike to do foolish things. She was no different, she fell in love, he wasn’t anyone special, not really, but to her that boy had been the world. She could hardly remember what it was that drew her to him anymore.

She had wanted to know him to be closer to the person that made her heart beat so fast, that lit her soul with joy and desire. She’d followed him, learned about him… Stalked him, she was young, naïve… Dumb. Of course he would notice, and unfortunately for her, he would not view it positively.

Creepy, freak, midget psycho, those were a few word he tossed out, and then those became her titles to the entire student body… People avoided her, and in turn she begun to avoid them in kind.

She denied her scholarships, she pushed away teachers, her parents and anyone, everyone else. Eventually she left it all behind, leaving Mistral to go to Vale, but nothing truly changed, every time she was outside, she felt people stare, heard them call her names…

She didn’t want anything to do with people anymore, after all, the rejection had crushed her, not simply because it broke her heart, not because it ostracized her… But because it denied her very soul, her semblance, she had aura, her parents opting to awaken it when her dwarfism had been identified, hoping aura would help her growth which given her more capable state it had.

But with it came the manifestation of her soul, Love, the power to amplify every facet of a individual’s capabilities, the sole limits being that she can only activate it once and that the only person she can use it on is the one she loves….

Could it be blamed for her powerful emotions, for her need to know the person she felt love for, did she stalk and obsess over that boy because of her semblance, or did she use her semblance as a excuse to do so. Was she sane, or desperate, pathetic or pitiful. She didn’t know, she didn’t want to know, because she refused to fall in love again.

So she avoided it, avoided the world, the outside whenever and however she could.

She used her talents to secure a stable living. She was a hacker like no others, able to break through any firewall, or program to secure what she needed.

She sold info, to the highest bidder, made false documents, traded information for favors. The Xiong proved a valuable client. That was how she secured her life, as a cyber sleuth, a hacker with the alias, LA BRAVA.

And that was how she lived her life, alone, there was no Gentle Criminal in Remnant who became her light in the dark. Nobody would come and pull her from her loneliness, she would live this way forever, committing cyber crimes to survive and sustain her isolation…

Junior then contacted her with a request, to falsify some Transcripts into Beacon, she may have been criminal, but Manami was not without morals. She wouldn’t just pave the way for anyone to access Huntsman level training. It was such a person who had done so for the Branwen twin several decades ago and even Mistral still suffered under the hands of the bandit queen.

So she requested info on the individual, she would commit her own background check on them, and then decide.

His name, was Jaune Arc and he was… Handsome. He was from a village outside the kingdom, there were few records past his birth certificate. Not nearly enough, her heart beat with every picture of him she saw. She requested more information, Junior didn’t have much, so she dug deeper, found out where he was living at the time. It was just for her to decide…

She… She left her home, her small apartment, the Arcs weren’t to renowned but to those in the know they were taught the familiar were as honorable as they came, knights outta fairytales. So why was her here, asking to fake his way into Beacon, she had to know.

She almost was able to ignore the stares on her, the pit in her stomach being in public caused, she felt dizzy, she wanted, no needed to go bac-

“Are you okay?”

And then by sheer coincidence she met him, Jaune Arc kneeled before her, a worried look on his face. Things happened rather fast, she found herself walking beside her target, the boy so friendly, so open to talk to her. Not making a huge issue of her form, of her condition, but also not ignoring it.

He slowed to walk with her, but never once drew attention to her size, and when someone not noticing her bumped into her he defended her. Made them apologize… When asked why he approached her, it wasn’t a painful excuse or cruel misunderstanding like that he thought she was a lost child or that he wanted to ask directions.

“You looked sad, so I figured I’d try to see if I could fix that.” He smiled, it was bright, kind and inviting.

“After all, if I wanna be a Huntsman I should be able to at least cheer up a pretty girl right?” Her cheeks flushed, her chest tightened as he went on with his silly simple but honest words.

That time couldn’t have lasted though, people approached her, junior’s men, they didn’t recognize her, couldn’t have, they’d never met in person after all. Everyone back away as they did, it made sense, junior liked to be in the know, and she was a new face he’d never seen.

Despite how it looked everything should’ve been okay, would’ve been okay, but Jaune didn’t know that, and stepped between.

He wasn’t skilled, not huntsman level at least, but he was strong, she was sure he could kill grimm, even without aura. It shocked her seeing that, seeing him bleed, but he stood tall and strong, defending her until police showed up. But she could see it, the despair in his face, he must’ve realized they were Hei’s men. That he’d thrown away his chance to go to Beacon…

Or so he thought, but she thought different, because despite all that he prioritized her, his friend, one he said didn’t matter that he just met because.

“Strangers are just friends you haven’t met yet.” She’d said it on reflex.

“Love you…” If he hadn’t burst into a dazzlingly, blinding white light he might’ve heard her instead of freaking out. She had to explain what Aura was to him, what it meant, and then convince him to not give up… She, she might’ve told him he shouldn’t sleep at his hotel, that Junior’s men might try to hurt him. They wouldn’t, not so soon, but he didn’t need to know that.

He hadn’t cared until he thought they might go after her… She, used that to have him stay with her, to keep him in Vale. Hacking Beacon was easy, falsifying transcripts easier, they looked more legitimate then the actual ones. Jaune, her friend would be a Huntsman, she’d make sure of it.

Several weeks he stayed with her, cooked for her, and spent time with her, they talked, they grew close, he, he was so amazing, so nice and kind… And hot, he was beefy under his hoodie, like a actual farmboy.

But it all had to come to a end, he thanked her, and promised to visit, to call and made her promise to do the same.

And then he left, but she wasn’t done, hacking Beacon’s security cameras she watched their Initiation saw him partner with a celebrity, a tall, leggy celebrity, but even then he talked about her. About his best friend in Vale, which made his best friend in Beacon, Ruby Rose Jealous.

Then the Grimm attacked, he charged a giant Death Stalker, and her heart froze in fear, she didn’t hesitate, knowing it’d activate.

“I Love You!” She said it with desperation, and even so far away it activated, and the world exploded with bright pink light as Jaune was amplified by her semblance. Moving faster then the Rose Girl, hitting stronger then the blonde, red-eyed bimbo or the ginger hammer wielder. He was confused but not still, determined to act.

Every swing of his blade tearing trough he thick armor and flesh of the Death Stalker alike it’s claws, tail and then legs before he cleaved it in twain. And then… He jumped into the air, not thinking for his safety, or about what he’d do if the power disappeared.

Only about killing the second Grimm, tackling into the giant Nevermore and shooting straight through it. He fell hard but survived given his already immense aura being multiplied several dozen fold.

And it was over, and he called a hour later, people celebrating behind him as he told her the good news, unaware she’d seen it all. The only misunderstanding being that he thought her power was his semblance. He thanked her for unlocking his soul and promised he’d visit her that weekend.

Only for someone to visit her only a hour later, someone she knew, but solely by reputation, the man in charge of Jaune’s fate. The headmaster of Beacon academy, something about having a good grasp of detecting Aura and it’s sources… Then pointing out how while Jaune’s transcripts were flawless, his history was not.

She expected her life to be over but instead.

“Manami Aiba, I believe Beacon could use someone of your particular set of skills, how would you feel about assisting our Stealth and Security Professor Ann Greene? You are around the age of a fourth year. I’m sure we can… Work something out.”

I think their ship name should be 'Amour' (French for Love)

[1shcakes]

Ruyue - The Nocturnal Fox Spirit

More info under the cut ^^

Name: Ruyue Shagua

Alias: Ru

Species: HuliJing / Fox Spirit

Gender: Female

Affiliation: N/A

Occupation: Herbalist (When she was human)

Weapon of Choice: Chakrams

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Home: The Forest

Likes: Looking into people's dreams, Combing her fur, Watching the sun set

Dislikes: Spiders or any kind of bugs

Family: N/A

Friends/Allies: Six Eared Macaque, Kui Mulang, Jin & Yin, Chang'e

Enemies: The Monkie Kids, Sun Wukong

Under the silvery glow of the moon, Ruyue appears as a seductive maiden, her beauty mesmerizing and her voice enchanting. She preys upon lone wanderers, enticing them to follow her into secluded clearings or mist-laden valleys. There, she weaves illusions that cloak reality, coaxing her victims into a deep slumber where their minds become fertile grounds for her dark desires.

Ruyue’s hunger is not for mortal sustenance but for the dreams that fuel her powers. As they sleep, she feasts upon their most cherished hopes and darkest fears, siphoning energy to sustain her existence.

Despite her sinister nature, Ruyue is not without a twisted sense of humor. Among the celestial beings and mortals alike, she has garnered a notorious reputation, often crossing paths with the legendary Monkey King, Sun Wukong. Their encounters are marked by a volatile mix of rivalry and begrudging respect, each seeking to outwit and outmaneuver the other.

[axkirak]

Special : Phantom Thread│(Qimir x Reader)

Remark : This one-shot is a special chapter from The Curse of Cassandra series. I recommend reading the main series first before reading this one.

Read in Ao3 : here

Pairings:  Qimir x f!reader(SEA Reader)  [The Acolyte]

Content Rating : Mature 18+  Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warning (AT YOUR OWN RISK)

tags/themes : Alternate Universe - Dune & Star wars, Partners in Crime, Strangers to Lovers

A/N : My mind’s still stuck on The Curse of Cassandra—I can’t move on, so I decided to write a special chapter LOL.

This one-shot is inspired by Movie Phantom Thread (2017) and the German folktale Tristan and Iseult, perfectly capturing Qimir and Reader’s toxic relationship—literally toxic, with actual toxin involved 😂

I originally planned a sweeter scene with Qimir caring for the reader during her pregnancy, but it felt too OOC for the dark tone of the series, so I made it a “love so intense it almost kills you” vibe (don’t worry, no one dies—just some playful activity, as couples do. 😏).Think of it as sweet revenge for what happened on Eiram.

Also, I realized my fic doesn’t delve into Qimir’s perspective much, so this chapter is all about his POV.

[Special I ] Phantom Thread

The beginnings of love are often effortless and swift, burning with passion. 

Yet sustaining a lasting, stable relationship is far more challenging—especially when both partners know each other's true nature so well, seeing both the qualities that attract and those that repel.

Sometimes, Qimir finds himself wondering where exactly he and you truly stand.

A tense silence fills the dining room as his gaze rests on you, seated across the wooden table. You offer a soft smile that feels strangely out of place, almost unsettling, considering how rarely you've looked him in the eye before. Most of the time, your demeanor is distant, as though lost in visions only you can see, speaking to him only when truly necessary, like when delivering a warning or sharing insights from what you've foreseen.

Even after Alia, their daughter, was born, the dynamic between you and Qimir remains unchanged. It hasn’t worsened, but it hasn’t grown any closer either.

Qimir understands that he can’t alter what is. He can’t make you open your heart or engage with him sincerely. Yet, coercion isn’t the answer—he’s already exerted enough control. Throughout your time together, he’s been the one in charge, while you simply complied and offered guidance. That was the arrangement set back on Eiram, and it continues even now.

But as time goes on, Qimir increasingly realizes that he’s never truly had control over you. You might appear to submit, but never willingly. Sometimes, you even show a quiet defiance in subtle ways, which he interprets as a form of retribution, rebellion—or perhaps even a kind of love, interwoven with resentment, a strange ritual in the flawed relationship between you both.

Strangely, he finds himself willing to accept it—for those rare moments you offer—a fleeting smile, a soft “I love you,” a kiss, an embrace. Even if it’s only temporary, even if it’s no more than a phantom.

Tonight, the dining table is filled with a variety of dishes you’ve prepared—herb soup, chicken sautéed with an unfamiliar ingredient, and other dishes unfamiliar to him. You explain they’re Fremen dishes, infused with spice.

Qimir does not favor spices, a fact you are well aware of.

He’s certain you’ve done it on purpose, with some intention in mind.

As if sensing his thoughts, you slide a single dish toward him—the only one without spice.

It’s Bocha.

You look at him expectantly, your once impassive gaze now bright with life, seemingly filled with affection—if it’s not just his imagination.

"I made this just for you," you say softly. “I thought you might need a break—a week of rest would do you good.”

It isn’t a suggestion, nor is it a command, but something he has no choice but to follow.

As he stares at the golden, crisp Bocha on his plate, an unpleasant memory resurfaces. You have made Bocha for him before, and his decision to eat it was his greatest mistake in years. Qimir did not expect that you had laced it with a sedative, in an attempt to escape him. He’d trusted you, and trusted himself too much, and the result was a painful betrayal.

But could he blame you for deceiving him when he himself had deceived you just as much?

“Do you trust me, my love?” you ask, as though you know exactly what’s on his mind.

Qimir meets your gaze, wanting to say 'no', but the words get stuck in his throat.

You know his weaknesses, his deepest desires, and you wield them against him. You call him “my love” in that soft, beguiling tone, gazing at him with warm, affectionate eyes. How could he possibly refuse?

He picks up the Bocha, his fingers pausing mid-motion. He doesn’t take a bite, his eyes fixed on your face. “Will you still be here when I wake up?” he asks, trying to mask the worry in his voice.

You shake your head in mild amusement before reaching out to take his hand. Your thumb begins tracing gentle circles in his palm—a gesture of comfort, perhaps even reassurance. "There's no sedative, Qimir," you assure him firmly. "And I could never leave you. You know that."

You’re telling the truth—about the fact that you cannot leave him and the absence of sedative in the boche.

Because he can smell and see it clearly: the boche is stuffed with Yellow Stainer[1]—a poisonous mushroom known to disrupt the digestive system, causing stomach pain, headaches, and nausea. It’s a torment that won’t kill him but is severe enough to leave him temporarily weak and vulnerable.

You prepared this just for him.

Qimir smiles, quiet admiration flickering in his heart.

Finally He’s met his true match—someone willing to bring him to his knees, not with weapons but with something far more powerful: love.

As Qimir takes a bite of the Bocha, savoring its intense flavor tinged with the sharp, inky bitterness of poisonous mushrooms, his thoughts drift to an ancient tale—Tristan and Iseult[2]. He once read it in the Jedi Temple’s library. For a fleeting moment, he envisions you as Iseult, standing before him with a chilling smile, offering Tristan—him—a goblet laced with poison as a reminder of their covenant of death.

Qimir closes his eyes and swallows the Bocha, unflinching, like Tristan drinking the poisoned goblet. Only later did Tristan discover it was not poison, but a love potion.

You watch Qimir intently, not blinking until he finishes every bite. Then, rising smoothly, you kneel beside him. Your lips brush softly against his rough cheek as you whisper words only he could ever understand:

"I want you flat on your back. Helpless, tender, open with only me to help. And then I want you strong again. You're not going to die. You might wish you're going to die, but you're not going to. You need to settle down a little"

Qimir chuckles softly, cupping your face with both hands. His voice is hoarse with fatigue as he pleads, “Kiss me, my girl, before I’m sick.”

Your smile grows, warm and faintly mischievous. Leaning closer, you kiss him passionately, deeply, just as he asked. Qimir pulls you closer, holding you tightly even as his body begins to weaken and sway. He knows it won’t be long before he collapses to the floor, writhing in agony, suffering that could last for days.

But for now, he wants to savor this brief sliver of happiness for as long as he can.

When the kiss finally ends, he rests his forehead against yours, savoring the quiet warmth that freezes time. He decides to speak the words he’s held in his heart for so long. “I love you.”

In this close proximity, your eyes reveal the depth of your feelings for him—feelings you’ve harbored for years. A blend of love and hate intertwined within you, reflected in a gaze he has never fully understood.

“I love you too,” you reply, your voice steady and calm, making it impossible to discern what truly lies behind it.

Qimir isn’t sure whether the bond between them is driven more by love or hate.

But he doesn’t mind, as long as you remain by his side and keep telling him you love him—whether it’s true or just a lie. It doesn’t matter.

Even if it means he must wretch and soon vomit from the Bocha, he accepts it willingly.

Footnotes:

[1] Yellow Stainer is a type of poisonous mushroom. It has a strong odor, similar to ink or iodine, and its effects are severe on the digestive system, causing nausea and vomiting when consumed.

[2] Tristan and Iseult is a famous medieval romance based on Celtic mythology. Tristan, a knight, is tasked with escorting Princess Iseult to marry his uncle, the king. The princess holds a personal grudge against Tristan, believing he killed her fiancé, so she gives him a poisoned drink. Unbeknownst to her, the poison is actually a love potion her mother had given her to use on the king. As a result, Tristan and Princess Iseult fall in love because of it, but their love ends tragically.

[thesilliestrovingalive]

Updated: February 18, 2025

Reworked Character #14: Doctor Amadeus

POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNING: Viewer discretion is advised due to references to death, crime, unethical experiments, self-harm, and SA.

Real name: Ghyslaine Laëtitia Comtois (she legally changed her name to Manfrida Amadeus)

Alias: Angel in Carnage

Nicknames: Ghys and Hakase

Occupation: Leading scientist and founder of the Amadeus Syndicate

Special skills: Proficiency in AI development and the manufacturing of advanced technological and biological weapons and machines, knowledge of biology and chemistry, psychological warfare, performing surgeries, and blackmailing

Goddess abilities: She can influence mental states, inducing insanity and sensory overload through manipulating self-perception by creating distortions of bodily transformation and vivid visions of personal and loved ones' demise. With a single, hyper-detailed thought, she can materialise advanced weapons and complex mechanical contraptions. Additionally, she can access her Tuatha Dé Danann monolithic computer module, simulating torture chambers with infinite variations of physical and psychological torment. Escape is only possible through self-sacrifice when she is distracted.

She can interact, communicate, and manipulate technology through electrical pulse sensing, physical contact, and sheer mental force. Her teleportation capabilities allow her to instantly transport herself to any location on Earth, while also enabling her to transport others within a specific radius of 50-90 ft (1524 cm-2743.2 cm) from her position. She possesses telepathic abilities, enabling her to communicate silently with sentient beings capable of speech. Additionally, she can exert total control over the minds of others, transforming them into unwitting instruments, by releasing spores from microscopic orifices on her neck. These spores, once inhaled, infect the brain's motor control, cognitive processing, and communication centres, granting her dominion over their thoughts and actions.

She can conjure an impenetrable barrier, comprising three layers: an illusion-causing smoke screen that disorients foes, parasitic vines that infect and transform victims into twisted mutants, and a core of solid adamant. This self-sustaining shield continually regenerates until she chooses to dissipate it. She has hyper-cognitive processing, allowing her to execute multiple calculations and thought processes simultaneously. Due to her superior photographic memory, she can retain and recall every thought, emotion, encounter, and experience with perfect clarity. Despite her incredible durability, a collective effort from powerful espers can inflict minute, albeit negligible, physical harm. However, full-blooded deities possess the capacity to effortlessly overwhelm and defeat her.

Hobbies: Spending time delving into scientific research and the maintenance of the White Baby computer virus, developing artificial intelligence, computer viruses, and virtual reality torture simulations, collecting fossils and rare plant specimens, preserving and posing animals in unsettling poses, and pseudoscientific theorising

Likes: The satisfaction she feels after successfully conducting an experiment, reading books on various subjects such as geopolitics, neuroscience, sociology, philosophy, and the occult, challenging the limits of the mortal body and the moral boundaries of scientific research, classical and industrial music, and genetic engineering

Dislikes: The constraints of mortal physiology and current scientific understanding, running low on smoking essentials (cigars and cigarettes) and sweet treats to snack on, her subordinates doubting her intellect and plans, losing valuable research data, and bright sunlight

Favourite food: Croque monsieur, beschuit with hagelslag, and homemade sweet snacks

Favourite drink: Pinot gris

Sexuality: Sex-indifferent, heteroflexible sapiosexual

Gender: Demigirl

Age: 54 (in 2022), 60 (in 2028), 62 (in 2030), 64 (in 2032), 66 (in 2034), 73 (in 2041), 75 (in 2043), 76 (in 2044), and 79 (in 2047)

Blood type: O-

Weight: 153 lbs. (69 kg)

Human design: She’s a 5’ 11” (180.34 cm) French ectomorph with a slender yet athletic build, sloping shoulders, small breasts, a well-defined waist, and curvaceous hips. She has limestone skin and heterochromatic eyes with visible bags underneath them: her right eye, a glass prosthetic replacement, is a light amber, while her left eye is grey-green with brown flecks. Ghyslaine has a few moles: one on the left side of her chin; one near the corner of her right eye; two above her right breast; one on the back of her left hand; and three slightly below her left knee. She has a silvery-pink birthmark on her left shoulder, almost shaped like a waning moon with five protruding spikes. Her waist-length raspberry red hair has messy, voluminous curls streaked with silver-grey, often pulled back into a low ponytail.

Thanks to experimental anti-aging drugs, she looks remarkably youthful, with her face showing subtle signs of aging limited to bunny lines, crow's feet, and faint tear troughs. Her right thigh features a tattoo of a statue of Prudentia made from griotte marble, depicted with a glass serpent wrapped around her neck. She cradles a Gallic rooster in her right arm, while her left arm holds a bouquet of red and blue poppies with a small purple mirror nestled at its centre. In contrast, her left hand and forearm are heavily scarred, evidence of severe burns and self-inflicted lacerations. Her upper right arm shows multiple injection sites, evidence of her experimentation with various substances. A healed scar on the centre of her forehead marks the site of her self-performed trepanation using a dental drill.

She wears a white lab coat, a silver ring with a red pearl on her right index finger, and a gold-plated monocle over her left eye. Her right lab coat pocket held a variety of items: a pack of cigarettes, her sweet snack of the day, Argentine blue neoprene gloves, a well-worn leather lilac journal full of scribbled notes, diagrams, and radical scientific hypotheses, six experimental serum vials (mutant, zombie, mummy, simian creature, and mantis monster), and a black gas mask with red-tinted lenses. Ghylaine’s left lab coat pocket contains the following: a box of cigars, two syringes (one for drawing blood and another for collecting sperm samples), a container filled with sterile swabs, a versatile multitool featuring pliers, wire cutters, a screwdriver, a knife, and a stun gun, and a red crystal from Sol Dae Rokker that radiates a yellow glow when exposed to sunlight. Her left hand wears a greenish-black glove with a Black Sun emblem on the palm, boasting a black centre and a metallic purple-to-gold gradient.

She wears a square-shaped silvery watch on her right wrist with a timepiece that boasts a gilt-brass dial, adorned with amethyst-coloured hands and white numbers from 1 to 12, interspersed with five delicate etchings. Additional features include a secondary display bar indicating AM/PM, while a reddish-black strap is securely fastened with a silver snap-on buckle. Ghyslaine wears circular nazar charm earrings, outlined in gold, suspended from medium-sized silver hoop rings. She wears a right-side drop leg holster for a Colt Anaconda with a 6-inch barrel, accompanied by four greenish-black pouches on the left side of her belt that hold .44 Remington Magnum cartridges for the revolver. She wears teal trousers secured by a sage green belt with a silver buckle, paired with red-laced Prussian blue dress boots.

She wears a long-sleeved teal shirt with eight golden buttons running down the front and two breast pockets. The shirt features a turned collar that frames a velvet fern green cravat, patterned with horizontal goldenrod stripes and cardinal red triangles. It’s adorned with a 2x6 white-and-red chequered patch of 12 squares (six above, six below) above the left breast pocket. Her breast pockets carry a metallic red-green lighter, a black ink pen, and three highlighters in yellow, green, and pink. Underneath her dress shirt, she wears the bulletproof vest of the E-Armour.

Goddess design: She’s a 13’ 6” (411.48 cm) nude entity with a flat chest, incredibly smooth malachite-hued skin, elfin ears, three pointed tongues, and two rows of carnivorous gold teeth. She retains her original hairstyle, now lengthened to reach down to her ankles, woven with streaks of dark brown, and adorned with red and blue poppies. Her face features six silver-outlined eyes with cardinal red slit pupils: the left three eyes in a dull amber and the right three in light cyan. Her chest bears the same Black Sun symbol on the palm of her greenish-black glove, placed directly in the centre. Her back is heavily scarred from severe burns, brutal cuts, and hacked-away flesh, revealing bronze-hued muscles. She has an identical tail to Schwarz Metzelei from Metal Slug Attack, but the tip is always open and it features a notable colour variation: the red accents are replaced with teal and the grey is substituted with a shimmering goldenrod hue.

She has horns similar to those of Drache Goldenes from Metal Slug Attack, but they appear to be made from a material resembling griotte marble. She possesses the lower half of Awakened Blume Metzelei from Metal Slug Attack, combined with the birthmark of her original self. Emerging from her upper back, she has two large bat wings with an amethyst-hued membrane, Prussian blue-colored forearms, wrists, thumbs, and fingers, and a reddish-black claw protrudes from each thumb. She has a partially exposed sapphire ribcage, revealing a rhythmic, tide-like pulse that synchronises with each heartbeat.

She has six arms protruding from her lower back and two more where her malformed kidneys are supposedly located. Each hand has pointed, clawless fingers and a Greek letter in the middle of their palm: for the lower torso arms, her right has β (beta) and her left has Ω (omega); for the first lower back arms, her right has ζ (zeta) and her left has Δ (delta); for the second pair, her right has λ (lambda) and her left has ξ (xi); and for the third pair, her right has φ (phi) and her left has Ψ (psi).

Character summary: She’s a composed and wise leader, boasting a genius-level intellect, who derives great satisfaction from pioneering new discoveries and pushing the boundaries of human potential, scientific innovation, and ethical standards. Driven by her insatiable curiosity, Ghyslaine fearlessly conducts self-experiments and utilises human and animal subjects in her controlled, scientific research. While she's a visionary thinker with grand ambitions and an obsessive attention to detail, she tempers her perfectionism with pragmatic decision-making when circumstances dictate it. She's a sadomasochist with a strong aversion to willful ignorance, disregard for knowledge, experimental setbacks, and opposition that thwarts her plans.

She presents herself as polite, open-minded, and willingly generous, but beneath that facade is a ruthless manipulator, driven by arrogance and stubbornness to get her way, no matter the cost. She consistently prioritises her own self-interest, forming alliances and collaborating with others only when it advances her own agenda. To achieve her objectives, she employs manipulative tactics, such as exploiting others' vulnerabilities and showering them with insincere praise. She tends to delegate manual tasks to others whenever possible, but is willing to get involved and take charge when circumstances require it.

She's a cunning and calculating strategist, consistently outmaneuvering her competitors and adversaries. She’s a highly analytical and emotionally detached megalomaniac, adept at keeping secrets through her tight-lipped nature, strategic evasion, and expert use of vagueness and deflection. She's an optimistic nihilist who revels in her vast wealth, technological prowess, and recognition as the world's most brilliant scientist. Ghyslaine is a hypervigilant and seductive individual who believes in a collective consciousness and exhibits traits of psychopathy, including an uncaring temperament, boldness, and a strong desire for social dominance. She prioritises satisfying her scientific curiosity and rigorous work ethic over others' needs, and has no qualms about deliberately harming people to advance her own ambitions. She has zero tolerance for betrayal and is particularly sensitive to skepticism about her intellectual abilities. She finds it infuriating when others suggest she might be senile or ignorant, or question the validity of her ambitious plans.

She's surprisingly cynical and misanthropic towards humanity, viewing them as worthless, filthy parasites who don't appreciate knowledge or the beauty of reality. She believes that people are more inclined to prioritise basic survival, gratuitous violence, sexual gratification, the glorification of disturbing topics, and self-destruction over everything else. She's a staunch believer in the existence of unseen, authentic deities beyond mainstream human religions and mythologies, such as Sol Dae Rokker and the Avatar of Evil. In Ghyslaine’s view, the God revered in Western religions is a malevolent impostor, and she holds that a genuinely benevolent deity worthy of the name—transcending human understanding—lies beyond the cosmos. Her vision for the New World involves achieving apotheosis, triggering the Alator, merging with the Avatar of Evil, and ultimately becoming the omnipotent goddess of a rebooted timeline.

Ghyslaine maintains a positive relationship with General Morden, admiring his charisma, leadership, use of manipulation tactics, and commitment to his soldiers' well-being. She strongly supports his efforts to combat government and military corruption, believing it will bring about positive change and overcome entrenched systemic injustices. In exchange for the Rebel Army's assistance in securing resources and protecting Amadeus Syndicate assets—including mines, worksites, weapon and medical facilities, underground laboratories, and the Amadeus Mainframe Base—she offers to aid the his army’s technological advancement and provide essential supplies, such as medical equipment and financial resources. Their dynamic is underscored by subtle sexual tension, fueled by Ghyslaine’s alluring nature and strategic flirtation, which she employs to maintain a facade of innocence and avoid arousing suspicion.

She’s also on good terms with Rootmars, deeply respecting her mission to safeguard Earth's valuable resources. This alignment stems from her conviction that humans are wasteful and fail to utilise natural resources to their full potential. Additionally, she holds Martians and Invaders in high esteem, acknowledging their technological superiority over humanity. She finds Ptolemaios to be a captivating figure, intrigued by rumours suggesting he may be the first esper in all of human history, predating even Hyakutaro. Ghyslaine holds him in high esteem, respecting his vast experience, unwavering faith in the authentic deities, unrelenting dedication to the Ptolemaic Army's advancement, and calculating mindset.

She deeply appreciates Oguma's loyalty and willingness to support her as he demonstrates a clear understanding of her ambitions and genuine respect for her intellectual pursuits. She enjoys sharing a few drinks with him, engaging in lively conversations, and playfully teasing him about his serious demeanour and flustered reactions to her compliments.

She previously shared a cordial connection with Marco, largely due to her admiration for his exceptional intellect and vast expertise in computer science, which surpassed that of most Regular Army soldiers. Despite severing their relationship after exploiting his vulnerability, she remains drawn to Marco's physical beauty, stoic demeanour, and impressive intellectual prowess. She finds Clark's melancholic nature exhausting, while Nadia's playful antics, sporadic laziness, and love of shopping sprees are thoroughly irritating and disruptive. To her, Nadia represents a profound disappointment—a willfully defiant and uncooperative individual who has failed to live up to expectations as the intended successor to the Amadeus Syndicate.

Backstory: Ghyslaine Laëtitia Comtois was born on October 5, 1968 in Annecy, France. She comes from a family with a notorious history of clandestine partnerships with corrupt government agencies, inhumane wildlife experimentation, and the development of devastating bioweapons and malicious computer viruses. Two of her most prominent ancestors, Duke Koudou and Parker Eugene von Wittenberg, have particularly troubling legacies.

Marmaduke Koudou was infamous for brokering shady business deals that advanced the political interests and technological capabilities of his government allies and his own company, which specialised in military technology and biochemistry research. Following his death from septic shock, his company was dismantled. In collaboration with renowned biologists, Duke Koudou conducted extensive research on the Elder Centipede, which he referred to as the "Sea Worm”. His studies revealed that this sea creature, boasting biomechanical properties and sclerotized scales, has existed since antiquity, coinciding with the Hadean Eon. Notably, his research identified the Elder Centipede as an antediluvian arthropod due to the presence of unknown microorganisms attached to it. Marmaduke proposed exploiting the Elder Centipede's unique characteristics—its ability to automatically attack moving objects and inject lethal microorganisms in the form of purple acid—as a potential bioweapon for space applications.

Parker Eugene von Wittenberg was a notorious hacker who worked secretly with government agencies across Southern Europe and North America, crafting malicious computer viruses for use against enemies during times of war. His most infamous creation was the highly classified "First Baby" virus, designed to infiltrate and extract sensitive data from adversary systems. Outside of cyber exploits, his research was deeply problematic, focusing on eugenic experiments that sought to control and manipulate wildlife populations, while also studying their social behaviours. He used his cybersecurity firm as a front to conceal his illicit experiments, but his life was cut short when an unknown assailant spiked his glass of cider with a lethal dose of tramadol. The assassination not only claimed his life but also marked the loss of the First Baby computer virus, which vanished without a trace, never to resurface again. Rumours suggest that the First Baby virus was either acquired by the Earth Federation or destroyed by the unknown assassin.

She grew up in a middle-class family. Her biological father left her mother, Jacqueline Comtois, 4 months before she was born for reasons unknown. 2 months after giving birth to Ghyslaine, a sole survivor of triplets whose siblings were stillborn, Jacqueline married Yoshihiko. Yoshihiko was the president of a Japanese video game development company. As part of his role, he travelled the world promoting the company's games, always carrying AES cartridges, a catalogue of new products, and a set of memory cards in his briefcase. However, he had a tendency to get distracted, and his briefcase often went missing. Invariably, he would blame the person he was with at the time. On every birthday, her parents would take her to visit a local museum featuring regional artifacts, including Alpine furniture and religious art, as well as a natural history exhibit.

At just 6-years-old, she demonstrated exceptional intellectual prowess by articulately outlining Sigmund Freud's psychosexual theory and reciting the entire periodic table with flawless accuracy. However, by age 7, having discovered her family's troubled legacy of unethical research and shady business dealings, she resolved to forge a different path. Ghyslaine’s insatiable curiosity drove her to explore diverse interests: science, medicine, computer science, occultism, mythology, religion, philosophy, politics, and human and animal psychology and sociology. With these passions in mind, she aspired to become a psychologist, humanistic philosopher, and biomedical scientist, determined to make a positive impact.

In 1976, a conflict erupted, spanning Western, Northern, and Southern Europe as France, Luxembourg, Austria, Denmark, the United Kingdom, Greece, Portugal, and Montenegro engaged in battle. The conflict erupted from a skirmish during a joint military and archaeological expedition on Ultima Thule, commonly known as Scrap Island, between Austria and Portugal. The dispute centred on two key issues: the exploitation of Ultima Thule’s resources and the fate of the ancient deity believed to be buried on the island, pending its discovery. The situation escalated into full-scale war with the involvement of France, Luxembourg, Denmark, the United Kingdom, Greece, and Montenegro.

Two rival alliances emerged, each with distinct objectives. France, the United Kingdom, and Austria formed an alliance to harness the island's resources for military advancements and construction materials. Their primary goal was to excavate the deity, seeking insight into ancient history and the divine realm. This coalition received significant support from the Regular Army, and Germi family, who shared their vision. Luxembourg, Denmark, Greece, Portugal, and Montenegro joined forces to exploit the resources for medical breakthroughs and jewellery production. Their ultimate aim was to excavate the deity to develop a bioweapon for collective use. The Gutenschiff family provided limited support, aligning with the coalition's goals but refraining from full commitment.

To mobilise support, each country leveraged patriotism and nationalism, appealing to the sense of duty and loyalty among its citizens. The ultimate objective was to assemble a formidable army and emerge victorious on behalf of their aligned faction. However, not all citizens were driven by ideological conviction; some joined the fight solely out of concern for the safety of their loved ones, coerced by fear of the consequences of inaction. The conflict would become etched in history as the Thule Expeditionary Conquest and would culminate in 1988 with the signing of a landmark peace treaty among all involved nations and the Earth Federation, aimed at preventing similar events from occurring in the future.

At age 9, Ghyslaine's life took a drastic turn when her family was tragically killed in an airstrike during a battle in France. Annecy found itself at the crossroads of a multifaceted struggle as France, Austria, and the wealthy, superstitious, and battle-hardened Germi family clashed with Portugal, Montenegro, and the bloodthirsty and fearsome Gutenschiff clan. She was initially consumed by deep fear as the war brought chaos to the streets. Crime ran rampant as opportunistic individuals exploited the conflict for personal gain. Mass hysteria gripped the city as many people either hid in fear or panicked and acted out of desperation.

With no one else to turn to, she was forced to rely on herself for survival. She gradually became acquainted with the harsh realities of the streets, navigating the underworld of petty crime and vulnerable individuals fighting to get by. As time passed, she became more skilled at manipulating others to get what she needed. She used her words to exploit their vulnerabilities and influence their actions. Ghyslaine also developed expertise in shoplifting and pickpocketing, and sold illicit goods and bootlegged liquor, often acquiring these items through theft or chance discovery. Underneath, she would cultivate a cynical and misanthropic outlook on humanity, veering towards nihilism. Despite this, she remained optimistic, holding out hope for a brighter future. However, the rampant poverty, crime, and violence surrounding her increased her risk of developing psychopathic tendencies.

After being severely burned on her left hand and forearm while fighting off a sexual assailant, she retaliated against her attacker, ultimately killing them. She embarked on a path of vengeance against those who had wronged her, using her knowledge of psychology and chemistry to inflict unhappiness on others. In an attempt to cope with the emotional turmoil of the war and the harm she caused, she briefly resorted to self-harm, which left scars on her left hand and forearm.

At 14, Ghyslaine was among the teenagers from Annecy taken into the Regular Army's orphan program by urban troops. The program relocated her to Saint John, New Brunswick, Canada, providing refuge from the war. There, she received shelter and education, including English language instruction, which sparked her fascination with foreign languages, particularly Chinese, Spanish, and Afrikaans. However, her time in the orphan program was short-lived. A wealthy Canadian couple from Victoria, British Columbia, discovered her connection to Marmaduke Koudou and Parker Eugene von Wittenberg and promptly adopted her.

They lavished her with every comfort, introducing her to an opulent lifestyle that she secretly adored. Her adoptive parents, while strict and occasionally dismissive of her emotions, encouraged her to prioritise academic and professional excellence. They rarely disciplined her, convinced that her exceptional intelligence and self-regulation made her inherently responsible and incapable of wrongdoing. Ghyslaine didn't mind, as she was driven to excel and immersed herself in intellectual pursuits, such as political theory and scientific philosophy.

Upon graduating from high school, she received 8 prestigious awards and 6 scholarships in recognition of her outstanding achievements in calculus and STEM fields, biology, chemistry, computer programming and software development, geopolitics and international relations, religious studies, philosophical debates and ethics, and psychological and sociological research. She proceeded to university, driven by her ambition to become a leading scientist. Ghyslaine’s unconventional research and theories sparked controversy, exploring topics such as the potential therapeutic applications of controlled substances, ethical population management strategies, the interconnectedness of human consciousness through shared ancestry, neural electrical pulses, and subconscious processes, and the concept of digital immortality through consciousness uploading and cybernetic bodies.

She would also cultivate an obsessive fascination with pushing the boundaries of science, marked by a penchant for conducting self-experiments. These experiments included learning how to self-sterilise without medical aid, creating and taking anti-aging drugs, removing her own eye to study the ocular microbiome, and exhuming freshly buried corpses to explore ways to make a severed body part function without a host. Ghyslaine also performed self-trepanation, hoping to reduce bodily stress by improving cerebral circulation and alleviating neurosis. Additionally, she injected herself with various psychoactive substances, narcotic analgesics, and central nervous system stimulants to document their potential therapeutic benefits and explore possibilities for legal medications with less addictive side effects.

After graduating from university, she mysteriously got in touch with a hitman named Oguma, who possessed Tuatha Dé Danann DNA. At her command, Oguma ambushed her adoptive parents, disposing of their bodies and erasing evidence of the crime. She was driven to secure her inheritance, the substantial sum her parents had set aside for her. After accessing the funds, she relocated to Britain, where she went on to become a renowned scientist for the British government. Her breakthrough achievement came when she genetically modified active cancer cells into dormant ones, significantly reducing the likelihood of reactivation in children. After Oguma shared information about the ancient lore of the Tuatha Dé Danann and apotheosis, this newfound interest sparked a grand vision for her New World. 

Ghyslaine secretly masterminded a human and animal trafficking ring, as well as a theft operation targeting precious British artifacts. By exploiting these illicit resources, Ghyslaine furthered her research by developing simian and mantis serums, collecting DNA and bodily fluid samples, crafting pharmaceuticals from biological materials, designing cybernetic prosthetics, and conducting eugenic experiments. However, British authorities soon uncovered her clandestine activities and issued a warrant for her arrest, forcing Ghyslaine and Oguma to flee. They escaped to the Republic of Bashkortostan, where Ghyslaine assumed a new identity: Manfrida Amadeus. To maintain their empire, they resorted to peddling illicit substances and stolen artifacts, while also sharing sensitive government secrets. Bounty hunters from the British authorities and mercenaries from the Ikari Warriors who pursued her would vanish, leading to a collapse in the pursuit. As fear spread, the remaining hunters and mercenaries backed down, and the bounty on her head was quietly dropped.

After maintaining a low profile for five months, Oguma introduced her to President Marx, who was eager to collaborate with such a talented scientist. This meeting proved pivotal, as President Marx successfully persuaded the Chief of the Regular Army to partner with her. Contrary to expectations, the Chief readily agreed. With the Regular Army and President Marx providing substantial funding, she established the Amadeus Syndicate and constructed the Amadeus Mainframe Base in the Arctic. In exchange for their support, she agreed to develop cutting-edge weapons and war machines, and conduct experiments utilising psionic energy and involving living subjects. She pioneered numerous innovations, including the development of the E-Armour, Slugnoids, laser guns, the Thunder Cloud, the Mobile Satellite, the special suits that high-ranking peacekeeping troops wear, Walking Machines, cyborgs, and a mandatory hospital protocol for uploading human consciousness into cyberspace.

Following a meeting with high-ranking Regular officials at the Joint Military Operations Headquarters to discuss the SV-001 prototype, Protogunner, and esper super soldier program, she crossed paths with Donald Morden. The two forged a cordial bond over dinner at an upscale Genoa restaurant, sharing stories about their lives and future aspirations. Later, while treating Tequila's battle injuries sustained during a skirmish against pirates in Riyadh, she met the seasoned mercenary. Her path would again cross with skilled operatives Gimlet and Red Eye during a visit to the Amadeus Mainframe Base, where they were restocking medical supplies, laser guns, and AR-10 Autorifles.

Impressed by Tequila, Gimlet, and Red Eye's exceptional combat skills and accomplishments, she conceived an idea: transforming them into super soldiers. However, recognizing the untimeliness of such a proposal, she opted to put the notion on hold, biding her time. She decided to befriend them in order to appear friendly and trustworthy. Gimlet welcomed her with open arms, while Red Eye warmed up to her gradually. However, it took a lot more effort to win Tequila over.

In 2010, utilising advanced Martian cloning technology, she created Nadia through a test tube in an underground laboratory owned by the Amadeus Syndicate in Quimper, France. Her goal was twofold: to produce the perfect heir to the Syndicate and to experiment with clone physiology and psychology. To foster an independent sense of identity, she kept Nadia's true status as an imperfect clone a secret, allowing her to believe she was her own person. Additionally, she withheld information about Nadia's family legacy to prevent her from questioning the Syndicate's motives or abandoning Doctor Amadeus’ research, which was crucial to realising her vision of the New World.

During her time working with the Regular Army and involvement in President Marx's defence contract endeavours, she developed an artificial intelligence capable of simulating the psychological and sociological behaviours of children as they mature. This AI primarily drew upon research conducted on Nadia, utilising data from the Amadeus Syndicate's files, to which it had authorised access to. Initially dubbed Young Deus, a nod to her legally changed name, the AI's language use and responses to commands resembled those of a child, but its programming quickly evolved to mimic the characteristics of a mature adolescent.

Upon learning of her advanced artificial intelligence, the Chief of the Regular Army and President Marx urged her to adapt it for military applications. She subsequently transformed Young Deus into Iron Fortress, reprogramming it to commandeer enemy tanks and utilise them to safeguard Amadeus Syndicate members and registered affiliates, thereby promoting global peace and security.

However, Iron Fortress's flaws became catastrophically apparent during a guerrilla warfare incident in the southern United States. The AI mistakenly identified Regular Army urban troops as hostile forces and attempted to neutralise them, prioritising the protection of perceived innocent civilians who were, in reality, criminal insurgents. Recognizing the devastating potential of Iron Fortress, she swiftly shut it down and sequestered the virus in a secure, isolated compartment within her files. This decision brought relief to the Chief of the Regular Army but dismayed President Marx. Unbeknownst to them, she secretly redeveloped Iron Fortress into the White Baby computer virus. This revamped iteration could bypass the primary military systems of nations worldwide via the internet.

Three months before the Great Morden War, the alliance between the Amadeus Syndicate and the Regular Army shattered. The relationship imploded due to the Amadeus Syndicate's secretive creation of a bioweapon designed to further their plans for global domination, utilising the excavated extraterrestrial entity on Ultima Thule for experimentation. Additionally, Doctor Amadeus was involved in the sexual assault of Marco Rossi to harvest his DNA and semen samples. The Syndicate also transformed Regular Army soldiers into Mutated Soldiers and created terrifying creatures, including the Chowmein-Conga and Enormous Morays, on Pallas Island and in the Oro Sol Ruins. The final blow was the illicit plundering of advanced Tuatha Dé Danann technology, aided by pirates and the Ptolemaic Army.

Ptolemaios offered refuge to Doctor Amadeus, Oguma, and their team of scientists and soldiers, fleeing the impending Great Morden War. Furthermore, Ptolemaios deployed his troops to support the Syndicate Infantry, repelling the Regular Army's assault on the Amadeus Mainframe Base, securing a decisive victory. During the war, she seized the opportunity to finalise her groundbreaking bioweapon, known colloquially as Wysteria. In addition to this, she designed cutting-edge weaponry and advanced gas masks for the Ptolemaic Army. Meanwhile, she chose to keep Ptolemaios company, having observed his loneliness, and used this chance to forge a deeper connection with him. Through their interactions, she discreetly laid the groundwork for a potential future alliance.

Following the Great Morden War, General Morden forged an alliance with her, entrusting her with the bodies of Tequila, Gimlet, and Red Eye. United by a shared vision, they aimed to revolutionise these individuals into super soldiers, resulting in the creation of semi-clones. She integrated their recently updated digital consciousness into a biomechanical brain and nervous system. The experiments she conducted would heavily alter the three individuals: Gimlet and Tequila were imbued with psionic energy, while Red Eye received a Super Devil form and two new abilities. She ensured that they couldn’t recall the circumstances of their death, aware that such memories would pose significant risks to their loyalty and effectiveness within the Rebel Army and Amadeus Syndicate. In the heavily fortified basement of the Amadeus Mainframe Base, she maintained Tequila, Gimlet, and Red Eye in cryogenic stasis, alongside Wysteria, ensuring their secure containment.

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Romance & Characters Profile, (Slight tweak)

Last Redacted Character has been given a profile, decided it would be best to pop a sneak peak of them, since CH.3 is underway and I've put them in earlier than what was initially planned, since I felt Ch6 was kinda to late on introductions.

Name: Ryan Richardson Alias: Golden Knight Gender: Male Age: 25 Pronouns: He/Him Nationality: African American Affiliation:

• Alignment: Hero

• Group: Principality of Nine (Founder)

Type:

• Rank: SSS

• Category: Deviant Category, Attribute Category

• Descendant

Abilities: ◆ Armor Augmentation: Ryan becomes exponentially stronger, faster, and more durable while near or wearing his armor. The armor enhances his natural abilities, unlocks new powers, and sustains him by providing nourishment, slowing or halting the aging process.

◆ Judgment Manipulation: Ryan possesses the ability to pass absolute judgments on anyone or anything, deciding their fate. This ability allows him to:

• Determine life or death and the type of afterlife a person will experience.

• Judge if an individual may retain their powers or abilities.

• Approve or deny intangible concepts, such as the legitimacy of love or emotions.

For this power to take effect, Ryan must speak the target’s full name aloud. Once judged, the target is irrevocably affected by his decision.

Weapon: Durendal (Broadsword): A legendary weapon, synonymous with unbreakable resolve and unwavering justice.

Occupation: Chauffeur & Barista. (Part-Time)

Physical Appearance:

• Height: 189 cm (6’2”)

• Build: Toned and athletic

• Skin Tone: Light chestnut

• Hair: Very dark, bright magenta, straight, ear-length

• Eyes: Intense scarlet

Costume: Ryan’s armor exudes an aura of power and regality. Key features include:

• A golden metallic plating with angular, feather-inspired motifs, designed to radiate authority.

• A regal crest helmet with sharp horns resembling wings, and glowing red eyes.

• Shoulder pauldrons flaring outward, enhancing his commanding presence.

• Large, luminous golden wings extending from the back, blending sharpness and ethereality, adding both defensive utility and aesthetic grandeur.

• A flowing crimson cape beneath the wings, symbolizing his noble aspirations.

• A vibrant blue underlayer contrasts with the golden plating, symbolizing the harmony of strength and vitality.

• Glowing red accents and phoenix-like emblems, emphasizing themes of fiery justice and rebirth.

Personality: Charming and approachable, Ryan is a natural optimist who values kindness and flexibility. His easygoing demeanor belies the fierce determination and moral compass that drive his heroic ideals.

Marital Status: Single

Mini-Sum: "Listen, life is one big game—you’re either the loser or the winner. I get it, the world is unfair and brutal. But!" He claps his hands together with a resounding BANG! "That’s where I come in. I’ll be the cheat system... I’ll break the game. And in the end, there won’t be any losers—only winners."

Backstory: Born in the streets of the Bronx, Ryan Richardson’s early life was marked by abandonment and hardship. Left to die, he was saved by an elderly couple who took him in and raised him with love and strong moral values. Though his upbringing lacked luxury, it was rich in compassion and decency. On his 17th birthday, Ryan’s powers awakened, marking him as a Descendant. From that day forward, he aspired to become a superhero—not one defined by his origins, but by the choices he made and the values he upheld.

At 19, Ryan founded The Principality of Nine, a team of exceptional heroes dedicated to justice and selflessness. Now, as the leader of the group, he balances his civilian life with his heroic duties, working as a barista and a chauffeur by day and donning his armor to protect the innocent as the Golden Knight by night. Ryan’s story is one of transformation and resilience, proving that greatness is forged not by birthright but by unwavering commitment to doing what is right. So will you open your heart to this charming, optimistic fella? Or will you clash heads on what you believe justice to be, that is nothing more than ones own self-righteous ideals being projected onto another?

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Name: Claire Griffin Alias: Gluttony Gender: Female Age: 36 Pronouns: She/Her Nationality: Irish Affiliation:

• Alignment: Anti-Villain

• Group: The Sins of Desire

Type:

• Rank: SSS+

• Category: Deviant

• Empowered

Abilities: Soul Absorption: Claire can absorb souls directly from their source, granting her a variety of advantages. For the ability to activate, the target must either look into her eyes or be kissed on the lips. The absorbed souls can:

• Enhance her physical attributes (strength, speed, durability).

• Provide sustenance and slow or even halt her aging.

• Add the target's skills and abilities to her own arsenal.

• Augment her existing powers.

When in possession of over a thousand souls, Claire gains the ability to summon soul chains, which autonomously seek and absorb souls within a specified radius.

Weapon: Gáe Bulg (Spear): A mystical weapon tied to her powers, deadly in her hands.

Occupation: None

Physical Appearance:

• Height: 179 cm (5’10”)

• Build: Curvy and statuesque

• Skin Tone: Porcelain (formerly light tan)

• Hair: Loose, wavy, dark lavender reaching mid-waist (formerly lush red)

• Eyes: Bright, deep sky blue

Costume: Claire prefers sleek and provocative spandex suits, never wearing the same outfit twice.

Personality: Cunning, playful, and realistic, Claire is also highly action-oriented and enthusiastic. Despite her darker motivations, she retains a charismatic, enigmatic presence.

Marital Status: Single

Mini-Sum: "I'm not a monster; I'm a mother—a mother who dreams of watching her children grow, of seeing them create families of their own. I long for the day they look back at me with a smile that says, 'Thank you.' But if I stop now, I may never see that day."

Backstory: Claire Griffin was once an ordinary, kind-hearted single mother of two. Her world shattered when a devastating battle between two Descendants destroyed her children’s school, killing them in the process. The tragedy was deemed an "accident," and the lack of accountability or sympathy from others deepened her grief and sowed the seeds of hatred. Her overwhelming pain and anger toward all Descendants led her to a mysterious figure who offered her a deal: power in exchange for her humanity. The stranger warned her, “You shall lose your humanity every time you use this power and will eventually be left with only your desires.” Without hesitation, Claire accepted.

Thus, Claire became one of the Empowered, wielding the power of Soul Absorption. Consumed by vengeance, she now hunts Descendants, determined to gain the strength to resurrect her children. However, with every soul she absorbs, the remnants of her humanity slip further away, leaving behind only the raw, unrelenting force of her desires. So... will you a broken soul fall for another broken soul? Or will you try to stop this monster that only lives on desire and death?

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Name: Sophie Tyler Alias: Miracle Gender: Female Age: 26 Pronouns: She/Her Nationality: American Affiliation:

• Alignment: Hero

• Group: Principality of Nine

Type:

• Rank: SS

• Category: Deviant Category

• Empowered

Abilities: ◆ Flawless Healing Sophie possesses the unparalleled ability to undo all forms of damage—physical, mental, emotional, conceptual, spiritual, and mystical—on any living being or object. The extent and nature of healing determine the toll it takes on her:

• Minor Healing: Requires no cost.

• Includes regenerating critically or fatally damaged cells, restoring lost limbs, repairing internal organs, and healing damaged nerves.

• Major Healing: Drains her life force and/or soul energy.

• Reversing aging to induce youthfulness.

• Resurrecting the recently deceased (1–2 years of her lifespan per individual).

• Healing profound emotional, spiritual, mystical, or conceptual damage draws from her soul directly.

This power is both a gift and a burden, as Sophie must carefully weigh her decisions to avoid endangering her own existence.

Weapon: None

Occupation: Café Owner

Physical Appearance:

• Height: 160 cm (5’3”)

• Build: Petite hourglass figure

• Skin Tone: Light pale

• Hair: Coarse, wavy blonde, shoulder-length, with orange-dyed tips

• Eyes: Iridescent golden

Costume: Sophie’s costume embodies sleek elegance and advanced functionality:

• Base Suit: A form-fitting black spandex suit with gold accents emphasizing her movements.

• Emblem: A glowing neon blue circuit-like emblem on her chest, symbolizing her suit’s energy core.

• Mask: A domino mask with glass eye coverings that double as a high-tech HUD (Heads-Up Display) for tactical insights.

• Gauntlets: Golden gauntlets enhancing her physical strength for combat efficiency.

• Boots: Knee-high black boots with neon phthalo blue trim and side snap buckles for style and utility.

Her costume balances futuristic technology with her nurturing personality, reflecting her intelligent yet gentle nature.

Personality: Sensitive and nurturing, Sophie is a gentle soul who radiates kindness and reliability. Despite her tragic past, she remains outgoing and steadfast in her mission to help others. Her bravery and unwavering optimism make her a beacon of hope to those in need.

Marital Status: In a Relationship...???

Mini-Sum: "I know life isn’t all sunshine and rainbows—I know that better than anyone. B-but if I can bring even the slightest ray of hope to the weak and vulnerable when they need it most... then I will."

Backstory: Sophie Tyler grew up in a domestically violent household. Her stepfather was an abusive alcoholic, while her mother struggled with chronic illness. Sophie's life changed irrevocably when her stepfather struck her mother too hard, leaving her critically injured. While her mother lay dying in a hospital bed, Sophie desperately wished for a way to save her. In that moment of despair, a mysterious being cloaked in darkness and light appeared. They offered Sophie the power to fix what was broken, warning her that this gift came with a cost—every use of the power would exact a toll on her lifespan or soul. Without hesitation, Sophie accepted, saving her mother in what seemed like a miracle.

From that day forward, Sophie dedicated her life to helping others, becoming famous for saving lives, including a mother and her unborn child. Her actions revealed the existence of a new kind of superhuman—those granted abilities through deals with an otherworldly entity. Now residing in Los Angeles, Sophie owns a café on South Spring Street, finding joy in her work and solace in her mission to save lives. For Sophie, every life saved, no matter the cost, is worth it. So will you let this angel of kindness melt your heart? Or are you going to break her's?

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Name: Evelyn Favre Alias: Trinity (The Mercenary Queen) Gender: Female Age: 29 Pronouns: She/Her Nationality: French+Swedish Affiliation:

• Alignment: Neutral

• Group: The Scarlet Fangs

Type:

• Rank: S

• Category: Deviant

• Descendant

Abilities: ◆ Temporal Time Freeze Evelyn has the ability to manipulate time, allowing her unparalleled freedom within its bounds:

• Stop Time: Evelyn can halt time while remaining unaffected, giving her the illusion of teleportation when she moves before the ability ceases.

• Shared Immunity: She can choose to allow specific individuals to remain unaffected by her time zone.

• Temporal Displacement: Evelyn becomes detached from the regular flow of time, allowing her to traverse into any timeline, including erased or closed-off ones.

• Personal Time Manipulation: She can freeze her personal time, halting aging and negating the need for sustenance.

This ability makes Evelyn virtually ageless and capable of executing missions in ways no one else can anticipate, cementing her as a force to be reckoned with.

Weapons: Evelyn wields an array of weaponry, her primary being a high-tech pistol. Her arsenal includes a variety of tactical tools, ensuring she’s prepared for any scenario.

Occupation: Mercenary

Physical Appearance:

• Height: 177 cm (5’10”)

• Build: Curvy athletic figure

• Skin Tone: Apricot

• Hair: Crimson French bob with a side braid

• Eyes: Intense crimson red

Costume: Evelyn’s tactical outfit combines function and flair, creating an intimidating yet practical look:

• Base Suit: A sleeveless, form-fitting black bodysuit with cutout sides for agility.

• High Collar: Offers both protection and a sleek aesthetic.

• Tactical Gear: Red harness straps and buckles secure her equipment, while her belt is lined with utility pouches.

• Armored Bracer: Adorned with a crimson emblem representing her faction.

• Mask: A sharp metallic respirator capable of filtering toxic gases.

• Accessories: Black gloves for precision and knee-high boots designed for combat and stealth.

Personality: Evelyn is a dependable and highly analytical individual who approaches her work with unwavering seriousness and efficiency. She has a realistic outlook on life and remains calm and composed under pressure, earning her immense respect and fear in equal measure.

Marital Status: Single

Mini-Sum: "Listen here, [Mr./Mrs.] Morals. I’m no hero, nor am I a villain—I’m just a businesswoman. If you’ve got a job, I’ll do it. No matter what it is, I’ll get it done... as long as you can pay, of course. So don’t go slapping one of your labels on me."

Backstory: Born into a lineage of professional assassins, Evelyn Favre was raised by her parents to become the ultimate killer. At the age of 8, she took her first life, and by 14, she completed her first official mission. However, upon returning home from that mission, she discovered her family brutally massacred by a newly awakened Descendant. Overwhelmed by grief and rage, Evelyn’s own powers awakened in that moment, enabling her to kill the murderer. With her family gone, Evelyn chose to dedicate her life to honing her skills and mastering her abilities. In her early 20s, she established her elite mercenary group, The Scarlet Fangs, specializing in espionage, security, intelligence gathering, and assassination. Now, she is recognized as one of the most feared and respected mercenary captains in the world. So will soften this fierce beauty's heart of stone? Or will you clash in scene of blood and fire, where it's do or die?

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Name: Nathan West Alias: Morningstar Gender: Male Age: 22 Pronouns: He/Him Nationality: Australian Affiliation:

• Alignment: Vigilante

• Group: The Twilight Twins

Type:

• Rank: SSS+

• Category: Elemental

• Descendant

Abilities: ◆ Living Power Plant Nathan possesses a unique ability to generate and store ethereal energy within his body, making him a living power source:

• Energy Generation: Nathan’s body continuously produces energy, requiring an outlet to prevent reaching critical mass.

• Energy Storage: His body can store vast amounts of energy, which he can release to power devices, fuel his attacks, or provide energy in emergencies.

• Power Limitation: Managing this constant energy output is both a strength and a challenge, requiring careful control to avoid overloads.

This power allows Nathan to act as a literal powerhouse, providing support, offense, and utility in any scenario.

Weapon: Nathan wields a custom-made shortsword forged from Aeolia metal, a lightweight yet unbreakable alloy capable of channeling his energy for enhanced attacks.

Occupation: College Student

Physical Appearance:

• Height: 188 cm (6’2”)

• Build: Lean athletic physique

• Skin Tone: Soft rose beige

• Hair: Golden blonde, wavy, and messy

• Eyes: Heterochromatic (left eye amber, right eye green)

Costume: Nathan’s superhero suit is a high-tech marvel, designed to reflect both his powers and his personality:

• Base Design: A vibrant blend of red, yellow, black, and silver, combining futuristic style with advanced engineering.

• Armor Composition: Crafted from a custom polymer and carbon metals for durability and mobility.

• Chest Core: The suit features a glowing dark matter core embedded in the chest, acting as both a power source and visual centerpiece.

• Nano-formed Helmet: Equipped with a visor featuring encrypted communications, a heads-up display (HUD), thermal sensors, and motion detectors.

• Sealed System: The suit is gas-tight and vacuum-resistant, with a 30-minute emergency oxygen tank for extraterrestrial survival.

• Gravity Loop Boots: These advanced boots enable flight and precise steering by negating gravity, enhancing maneuverability in both terrestrial and space environments.

The suit’s aggressive and futuristic design ensures Nathan is prepared for any challenge, whether on Earth or beyond.

Personality: Nathan is a passionate and confident individual, driven by a deep desire to do good. Though occasionally impatient, he is kind-hearted and direct, preferring action over hesitation. His charisma and determination make him a natural leader.

Marital Status: Single.

Mini-Sum: "All my skills and abilities are mine and mine alone. So why do the higher-ups ruin the world and expect me—a college student—to take responsibility? I’ll tell you why: because it’s the so-called hero’s duty to sacrifice themselves for the mistakes of others, to clean up someone else’s mess. But not me! I’m not going to sacrifice myself for fame, fortune, or power. If I have to be a superhero, it’ll be for one reason and one reason only: to protect the people I care about. Sure, if someone’s in danger, I’ll save them—but don’t mistake me for Mr. Goody Two-Shoes."

Backstory: Born with his Descendant bloodline awakened, Nathan West was destined for greatness from the moment he entered the world. Growing up in a privileged and loving household, he enjoyed the support of his family but struggled with his uncontrollable energy output, making social interactions difficult. Despite these challenges, Nathan remained optimistic and determined. Alongside his twin brother, he decided to channel his powers into heroism, becoming a vigilante to protect society. Their debut as The Twilight Twins was marked by their defeat of a member of the infamous Sins of Desire, a victory that propelled them to worldwide fame as heroes. Recently, Nathan has begun attending college after learning to control his overwhelming energy. Balancing his studies with his vigilante duties, he continues to protect his community as the enigmatic and powerful Morningstar, embodying the hope and strength that his alias represents. So will this arrogant dashing vigilante worm his way into your life? Or will you shatter his pride, his kindness, his very being, into oblivion?

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Name: Ethan West Alias: Nightstar Gender: Male Age: 22 Pronouns: He/Him Nationality: Australian Affiliation:

• Alignment: Vigilante

• Group: The Twilight Twins

Type:

• Rank: SSS+

• Category: Elemental, Deviant

• Descendant

Abilities: ◆ Ultimate Capacitor Ethan’s body is an infinite reservoir of energy. This ability allows him to:

• Absorb Unlimited Energy: Take in infinite energy from various sources without risk of overload.

• Sustain Superhuman Abilities: Fuel advanced powers without physical strain or time limits.

• Extend Survival: Go without food or energy replenishment for extended periods.

• Continuous Output: Provide consistent, massive energy reserves for extended attacks, healing, or support.

◆ Eyes of Thoth Ethan possesses the mystical Eyes of Thoth, granting him unmatched magical prowess and perception. These abilities include:

• Dimensional Insight: Decoding structures, puzzles, and magical formulas, offering strategic advantages.

• Soul Perception: See and read another’s soul, gaining deep understanding or exposing weaknesses.

• Magical Vision: Cast spells through his gaze and view the world through multiple unique perspectives.

• Debilitating Effects: Inflict harm, disable, or destroy targets simply by looking at them. Effects include inflicting pain, paralysis, or death.

Specialized Vision Types:

• Astral Vision

• Chrono Vision

• Divine Sight

• Soul Reading

• Penance Stare

• Magic Detection

• Clear Sight

• Electromagnetic Vision

• Evil Eye

• Heat Vision

• Scanner Vision

The Eyes of Thoth amplify Ethan’s capabilities to near-divine levels, making him an unpredictable and formidable force.

Weapon: Ethan wields Escrima sticks forged with advanced materials that can combine into an electric staff. This weapon channels his stored energy to deliver powerful strikes and discharge energy-based attacks.

Occupation: Unemployed

Physical Appearance:

• Height: 188 cm (6’2”)

• Build: Lean athletic physique

• Skin Tone: Soft rose beige

• Hair: Golden blonde, wavy, and messy

• Eyes: Vibrant sapphire blue, glowing faintly with magical energy

Costume: Ethan’s mech suit is a technological and mystical masterpiece:

• Design: Primarily black with bold yellow highlights, combining sleek futuristic aesthetics with enhanced functionality.

• Material: Reinforced black carbon-fiber plating provides unmatched durability, particularly over critical areas.

• Chest Emblem: A glowing magic circuit on his chest acts as both a personal insignia and a defense mechanism against energy-based attacks.

• Hyperjump Wings: Energy wings capable of immense thrust for rapid movement, creating the illusion of teleportation in combat.

• Environmental Suiting: Fully sealed, gas-tight, and vacuum-resistant, with life support for hostile environments such as space.

This suit offers Ethan unmatched mobility, defense, and versatility, complementing his natural abilities.

Personality: Ethan is kind, selfless, and intuitive, always putting the needs of others above his own. Despite a difficult and sheltered past, he remains flexible and supportive, using his experiences to connect with and protect those around him.

Marital Status: Single.

Mini-Sum: "When I was young, I thought the world was a big, happy place. But life isn’t a fairytale—it’s far more complicated. Reality is messy. People have limitations, people make mistakes, and life isn’t always black and white; sometimes it’s shades of grey. We all face a choice in life: you can be the knight in shining armor, the dark Sith Lord, or even stay neutral. But me? I’d rather be the knight in shining armor. Because I believe that as long as there’s good in this world, the light will always prevail over the shadows."

Backstory: Ethan West’s life began in chaos. His brother’s birth triggered a catastrophic energy surge, nearly destroying the hospital and killing everyone inside. Miraculously, Ethan’s awakened abilities protected those present, though he couldn���t shield himself in time, leaving his body and organs severely damaged. Ethan’s father, a renowned biologist and robotics engineer, dedicated his life to saving his son. He created a vat pod to sustain Ethan’s remaining body and allowed his consciousness to mature while connected to the internet, giving Ethan a window to the world he couldn’t physically experience. Over 20 years, his father built a perfect synthetic body for him, blending technology and biology seamlessly. Upon receiving his new body, Ethan embraced his dream of becoming a hero. Alongside his twin brother, Nathan, they formed the vigilante duo The Twilight Twins. Though Ethan spends most of his time in the laboratory, he patrols at night with Nathan, using his powers to protect the innocent and uphold justice.Ethan’s journey is one of resilience and hope, proving that even in the darkest circumstances, light can shine through. So will you let this kind stranger knock down those walls you've built around your heart for so long? Or will you twist his sympathy and kindness into his own undoing?

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Name: Kina Leilani Alias: Flora Gender: Female Age: 27 Pronouns: She/Her Nationality: Kanaka Maoli (Native Hawaiian) Affiliation:

• Alignment: Hero

• Group: Principality of Nine

Type:

• Rank: S

• Categories: Deviant, Elemental, Beastman

• Descendant

Abilities: ◆ Phytokinesis Kina can create, shape, move, and manipulate plants in all forms. Her abilities allow her to:

• Growth and Manipulation: Instantly grow, mutate, or revive plants, using them as weapons, shields, or tools.

• Combat Versatility: Control tree branches as whips, fire thorn projectiles, and regenerate plant-based weapons on demand.

• Toxic and Pheromone Release: Emit harmful toxins and pheromones to incapacitate or influence targets.

• Support and Healing: Use plant chemicals for healing and manipulate their properties for various effects.

• Entanglement and Restraint: Create vines to bind or choke enemies, limiting their movement.

◆ Botanical Communication Kina can communicate with all plant life through telepathy, speech, or physical touch. This ability enables her to:

• Gather information from plants about past or current events.

• Use plant communication to track individuals over long distances.

Weapon: Kina wields a katana forged from unique alloys, perfectly complementing her powers and providing a lethal edge in combat.

Occupation: Biologist

Physical Appearance:

• Height: 163 cm (5’4”)

• Build: Fit, with a bottom hourglass figure.

• Skin Tone: Medium golden.

• Hair: Waist-length lime green, worn loose.

• Eyes: Vibrant emerald green.

• Distinct Features: Cat-like lime green ears, a signature of her beastman mutation.

Costume: Kina’s superhero suit blends practicality and aesthetics:

• Base Layer: A skin-tight, temperature-regulated suit made of stab-proof Kevlar weave with non-Newtonian impact gel for flexibility and protection.

• Exoskeleton: Lightweight and durable, in a striking mix of purple, black, and neon green. It enhances her strength and stamina while maintaining agility.

• Impact Armor: Strategically placed over vital areas for additional defense.

• HUD Goggles: High-tech interface goggles with enhanced vision and tactical overlays.

• Gravity Manipulation Boots: Spring-based gravity modulators allow for acrobatic feats and gravity-defying jumps.

The costume integrates her playful personality with her combat-ready nature, balancing elegance with practicality.

Personality: Kina is bashful yet curious, always eager to explore and learn. She is versatile and helpful, with a deep-seated honesty and a drive to use her powers for good. Her kind-hearted nature and willingness to protect others define her as both a hero and a healer.

Marital Status: Engaged?

Mini-Sum: "No one is truly innocent, and no one deserves shelter if they’re deserving of punishment. Through suffering, if human beings can’t reflect, they can’t grow. Humans, by nature, are stunted creatures—selfish, greedy, lustful, and, above all, destructive. But if you look closely enough, there’s always some good to be found. And if you nurture that good, it can spread, creating a ripple effect that touches everything around it. So yes, I believe no one is innocent... but that doesn’t mean they’re beyond redemption."

Backstory: Born into a family of conservationists, Kina was raised with a deep respect for nature and a commitment to preserving it. On her 15th birthday, a sudden hurricane struck during a family trip, threatening their lives. In her panic, Kina’s dormant Descendant bloodline awakened, granting her the ability to manipulate plants. Her powers shielded her family, ensuring their survival. However, the activation of her abilities also triggered a beastman mutation, leaving her devastated and struggling with self-acceptance. Years of self-doubt plagued Kina until the passing of her father when she was 19. On his deathbed, he shared words of wisdom that reshaped her outlook on life and herself. Determined to honor his memory, Kina embraced her identity and began studying biology, vowing to use her powers to heal the world and protect the environment. Now a proud member of the Principality of Nine, Kina continues to fight for nature and humanity, embodying resilience and hope. So will you allow this honest, yet surprisingly bashful beauty take root in your heart? Or will you eviscerate this blooming tree of innocence?

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Name: Liam Bekker Alias: Hex (Nacht Demon / Night Demon) Gender: Male Age: 32 Pronouns: He/Him Nationality: Dutch Affiliation:

• Alignment: Hero

• Group: Principality of Nine

Type:

• Rank: SSS

• Categories: Beastman, Deviant

• Descendant

Abilities: ◆ Causality Manipulation Liam wields basic-level control over the relationship between causes and effects, granting him immense but limited power over reality. His abilities include:

• Event Control: Influence the outcome of events and the chain of causality to create desired results within his range of power.

• Reality Redefinition: Manipulate fundamental rules of physics and science, altering their cause-and-effect relationships.

• Destiny Manipulation: Control minor aspects of fate and probabilities.

• Systemic Limitations: Liam’s abilities are constrained to basic causality manipulation, restricting his influence over grand-scale events and universal structures.

Despite these limitations, his mastery over causality gives him a significant advantage over most adversaries by subtly or overtly rewriting reality in his favor.

Weapon: Dáinsleif – A legendary longsword said to be cursed, Dáinsleif complements Liam’s abilities, enhancing his combat prowess with precision and devastating power.

Occupation:

• Model

• Main Shareholder of Serenity Industries

Physical Appearance:

• Height: 185 cm (6’1”)

• Build: Athletic

• Skin Tone: Rosy beige

• Hair: Sky-blue, long fringe hairstyle

• Eyes: Bright blue, iridescent

• Distinct Features: Cat-like ears, a hallmark of his beastman heritage

Costume: Liam’s dragon-inspired mech suit is a fusion of advanced technology and sleek design:

• Base Structure: Constructed from high-tension nanofibers and adaptive armor plating, combined with titanium-carbon nanotube thread weave for lightweight durability.

• Aesthetics: Accented with neon orange highlights, exuding an electrifying and fearsome presence.

• Arm Guards: Equipped with retractable mantis blades for precision strikes.

• Reinforced Nano-Spine: Functions as a detachable whip-like sword and provides balance as a prehensile tail.

• Pauldrons: Horn-like extensions enhance the suit's dragon-inspired aesthetic.

• Gravity Field Generators: Embedded in each joint for enhanced mobility, stability, and mid-air maneuverability.

• HUD Visor: Features a vibrant orange holographic shield with multiple vision modes and tactical overlays.

The suit seamlessly combines functionality with an intimidating design, making it ideal for high-tech combat.

Personality: Liam is a blend of sincerity and reserve, paired with a deeply loyal and caring nature. He is imaginative, often lost in thought, yet driven by a strong moral compass to protect others.

Marital Status: It’s Complicated.

Mini-Sum: Liam rises to his feet, a solemn and sorrowful expression clouding his face. "Do you know what humanity lost when religion collapsed?" he asks quietly. "I'll tell you: they lost belief. And do you know why belief is such a powerful thing? Because it gives people hope—hope that they’re not alone, hope to believe in something, in someone. The hope that maybe, just maybe, there’s someone out there looking out for them. That’s why I do this. I’m a superhero who stands firm in the face of evil. I do it to kindle that one spark of belief, to let it blossom. And from that belief, my friend, comes faith. But never forget—faith doesn’t make things easier. It makes them possible."

Backstory: Liam Bekker is the son of the late tech billionaire Erwin Bekker. Growing up in luxury, Liam had access to the finest resources money could buy—elite tutors, world-class food, and unparalleled opportunities. Yet, despite these privileges, he longed for a deeper connection with his father, who was perpetually consumed by his work. Everything changed when Erwin came home gravely injured, revealing his secret life as a superhero dedicated to saving the world. On his deathbed, Erwin asked Liam to carry on his legacy. Stricken by grief and resentment, Liam refused.

Following his father’s death, Liam spiraled into self-destruction, wasting away his fortune on lavish parties and reckless behavior. However, his life took a dramatic turn on his 28th birthday. On his way home from a pub celebration, Liam witnessed a harrowing event that awakened his dormant Descendant bloodline, unlocking his powers and igniting a newfound purpose. Initially operating as the vigilante Night Demon, Liam later embraced his role as a superhero, joining the Principality of Nine under the alias Hex. Balancing his duties as a hero with his part-time modeling career, Liam strives to honor his father’s legacy while forging his own path of redemption and justice. So will this handsome devil seduce you and your heart? Or will you stand on opposing sides of life?

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Name: Lucifer Morningstar Alias: The Contractor Gender: [Opposite Player’s Gender] Age: Over 4,000 years (exact age unknown) Pronouns: Redacted Nationality: Redacted Affiliation:

• Alignment: Villain???

• Group: Redacted

Type:

• Rank: SSS+

• Category: Deviant

• Direct Descendant

Abilities: ◆ Deal With The Devil The Contractor wields the ancient, infernal ability to forge unbreakable, binding contracts. This power is an extension of their very being, enabling them to manipulate fate, morality, and truth itself. Key features include:

• Contractual Binding: Contracts are absolute, with the terms agreed upon by both parties enforced by cosmic law. Breaching the agreement results in a relentless curse of misfortune so severe it ends in the violator’s destruction. Only The Contractor can void the agreement, though mutual consent between both parties may rarely dissolve the bond.

• Twisted Fulfillment: Ambiguity is The Contractor's greatest weapon. If the other party is vague or careless in their wording, they exploit the loopholes with devastating precision. For example, a wish for eternal life might leave the client as an immortal husk, devoid of senses or joy.

• Initiation Methods: Contracts can be enacted through rituals, handshakes, signing documents, or even a simple verbal agreement. The power ensures all contracts are binding once consent is given, no matter how informal the method.

• Payment Terms: The Contractor demands a price, varying based on the wish. Payments range from wealth, memories, or loved ones to intangible elements such as hope, sanity, or the client’s very soul. The due date can be immediate or decades into the future.

This power not only reinforces The Contractor's status as a master manipulator but also ensures that no deal is ever made without a steep price.

Weapon: The Ledger of Eternity: A blackened tome forged from the scales of fallen Seraphim, this ancient artifact contains every contract The Contractor has ever made, written in celestial script. The Ledger is both a weapon and a symbol of their dominion over truth and lies. It can summon fiery chains to bind opponents or inflict the unbearable weight of broken promises on their victims, sapping their strength and will.

Occupation:

• Real Estate Agent

• Broker of Power

Physical Appearance:

• Height: 190 cm (6’3”)

• Build: Tall and lean, with an unnerving yet magnetic presence.

• Skin Tone: Pallid with an ethereal glow, like moonlight reflecting on marble.

• Hair: Midnight black, long and flowing, shimmering faintly as if infused with starlight.

• Eyes: Irises that swirl with molten gold and crimson, revealing glimpses of a vast, ancient knowledge.

• Markings: Their back bears scars where celestial wings once resided, now replaced by faint, glowing runes etched into their skin.

Costume: The Contractor’s attire exudes elegance and menace:

• Main Outfit: A tailored, black suit with iridescent, snake-like patterns that shift subtly in the light.

• Cloak: A flowing, obsidian mantle lined with glowing gold script in celestial and infernal languages.

• Accessories: A silver necklace adorned with a broken halo pendant and a ring forged from meteoric iron, inscribed with ancient symbols of rebellion.

Personality:

• Cunning and Manipulative: They see the world as a chessboard, with every person a piece to maneuver.

• Twisted Morality: The Contractor genuinely believes they are a force of balance, offering humanity "choices" that reveal their true nature.

• Seductive and Charismatic: Their words are like honey laced with venom, impossible to ignore yet deeply dangerous.

• Jaded: After 4,000 years of watching history unfold, they view mortal struggles with detached amusement, yet they harbor a deep contempt for those who blindly accept the lies of religion and authority.

Marital Status: Single.

Mini-Sum: "I’ve seen kingdoms rise and empires fall. I’ve lived far beyond the lifespan of any mortal. I’ve witnessed things that would turn the bravest of men into cowering, sniveling pups. I’ve seen and done things no one—man or woman—should ever have to witness or endure. So don’t lecture me about the moralities of humanity."

Backstory: The Contractor’s existence predates written history. Born as one of the Celestial Order, they once stood as a figure of light, a bringer of truth to the mortal realm. However, their defiance against divine authority led to their fall. They did not rebel out of pride but out of disgust for the lies and manipulations fed to humanity. The Contractor knows the true events of history—how sacred texts are but fabrications, mixing half-truths and outright lies. They saw humanity shaped by fear and ignorance, their potential stifled by doctrines crafted to enslave the mind. This knowledge birthed their mission: to offer mortals the freedom to choose their path, even if it leads to damnation.

For 4,000 years, The Contractor has walked the earth, striking deals and weaving their influence into the fabric of human history. They have brokered power with kings, whispered secrets to revolutionaries, and corrupted saints with promises of forbidden knowledge. Their influence is everywhere, yet their presence remains an enigma. While they often wear the guise of a villain, their ultimate goal is to dismantle the falsehoods that bind humanity—no matter the cost. So will you choose to follow your heart. Or will you choose to meet the cold lonely embrace of death?

[toastthewolfie]

Notion - CoD OC

Info from a slightly altered version of the template by @olibird (sorry for the tag D:)

Full Name: [REDACTED] Alias: Notion Nationality: American       Ethnicity: Hungarian/Icelandic Birthplace: Vác, Hungary Age: 27              DoB: 9/27/1997 Pronouns: Any/All, primarily uses he/him         Gender: N/A Sex: M Height: 5’10 Languages: Hungarian (Native), English (Secondary), Knows the very basics of Icelandic and French. Education: Associates degree in Psychology Personality: Often described as aggressive, rude, cold, and unsympathetic. All of which are very accurate. He’s also an extremely salty person, he holds grudges, but if you’re on the same team/side as him, he’s not rude enough to leave you to die if you get hurt. Which CoD Universe: MW2019 (Mentioned in Advanced Warfare, though) Branches of Service: United States Marine Corps Affiliation: Unassociated Bounty Hunter, works with USMC, and the FBI/ATF occasionally (not often due to conflict of interest, mostly done to keep the government off his back) and works with Shadow Company closely. Former Rank: Lieutenant. Current Rank: N/A Specialties: Breaching, Water Operations, Reconnaissance

Backstory:  Notion was born in Hungary and immigrated to America (Wichita, Kansas specifically) at the age of 12, after completing high school, he joined the United States Marine Corps to gain access to the G.I. bill.

There, Notion shined and managed to rise through the ranks relatively quickly. However, he was injured in the line of duty at 23 and was honorably discharged from the military due to reduced mobility.

Notion was, in the words of his formed TO, broken by this. He had left so much for this and had even neglected being by his father’s deathbed, or by his mother’s side when she rapidly deteriorated and eventually died from a brain aneurysm, just to have his career taken.

After all that, Notion broke away from the military and became a bounty hunter. He called in a few favors and managed to get his name wiped from all public databases (and some private ones, including the U.S. Marine Corps database) and went off the grid before being rediscovered during an operation gone wrong when he was 25 (leaning on 26 (aka he was closer to 26 than 25 but he was still 25)).

This was the moment he sustained his face/shoulder scar, and he was brought back by the USMC after discovery where he was offered a deal that essentially boiled down to ‘work with us when we need you, which won’t be often, and we’ll keep the government off your back’, and he just agreed and split town the second he could walk again.

At 26, he was contacted by Graves. It was supposed to be a one-off thing, mostly intel exchange but one thing led to another and he’s since become a semi-regular person on operations. He sometimes stops by the base, though.

Issues: oh boy where do I begin? I’ll just list the main ones. - Holds grudges, like, extremely long, doesn’t help he has insanely good memory. - He’s very aggressive, even if unprovoked. - Trust issues, he has little faith in anyone. 3rd base with him is him trusting you to not fuck up something small. - Probably has a fuckton of mental and physical issues be hasn’t gotten diagnosed. - More on the physical aspect, he is very prone to collapsing and extremely bad pain. Not like he’d show it though.

Habits: He’s a breacher by heart, and checks each doorway as such. He reacts by muscle memory to rank.

Scars/Permanent Injuries Face/Shoulder: Knife scars that lead to the scar on his shoulder.

  Torso: Lower rib cage, mostly on the hip on the right - Nerve damage and shrapnel injury scarring from the incident that got him discharged. - Red scarring, mostly. Stab Wound on the left side of his abdomen.

  Legs: Right leg is a mess. Nerve damage, burn scar, and shrapnel scars from the injury that got him discharged. - His leg can’t move all that well and he’s made a makeshift leg brace that he wears 24/7 and he refuses to accept any replacements. Left leg has a few shrapnel scars (from the same injury that fucked his right) but is otherwise fully operational.

Preferred method of showing care/affection/love language: Gift Giving, it’s something he can just give and go. Preferred way of receiving care/affection: Any, except gift giving. He’s not big on gifts.

Eye Color: Blue (#6768ba) Skin Color: Light tan (#f0cec3) Scars (Main Color/Base Color): Red (#b2817d) Hair description: Messy, long, platinum blonde (#fcf3ec) Clothing description: Green hued tactical gear with a dark green scarf that covers the lower part of his face. A lot of his gear is secondhand or something he patched up, so it’s not very high quality. Body description: Average height, skinny, lean, and heavily scarred Blood Type: O-

Favorite Activities: - Going to cafes, he finds them relaxing - Taking photos of birds Favorite color: Green Favorite animal: Ravens, he thinks they’re funky lil dudes. Favorite food/Dessert: Eggs. Quick to cook and easy to nab a few of.

Other Fun Facts: - He’s terrified of dogs. He will actively avoid any and all MWD/K9 Handlers and anyone with a dog in general. - While he’s been all over the globe at this point, London is his favorite place by far.

[leajoyrambles]

Look. I know this is, like, incredibly niche, considering I’m talking symbolism in two very separate stories, but bear with me.

Ruby from Renegades. Her powers and codename. Jason Todd from the DCU. His story and codename. If you know what I’m talking about on both fronts, you already know what I’m saying, at least a little bit.

Brief explanation for the rest of you:

Ruby, alias Red Assassin (she’s never killed anyone, btw), has one super power: When she bleeds, her blood crystallizes into spikes. She makes use of this by being an incredibly efficient combatant, but her power also has symbolic depth. She is far more dangerous when injured than at any other time. Her powers symbolize the ferocity of a prey animal backed into a corner. They symbolize the rage of a victim.

Quick note: The injuries she sustained when she first gained her powers never healed, and they never stopped hurting. She’s had multiple stab wounds she had to keep bandaged since she was five years old.

On to the next part:

Jason, alias Red Hood, does not have super powers… at least not the type that can be used against humans (he can summon magic swords, but that’s irrelevant). He’s dangerous entirely because of his combat prowess and proficiency with a variety of weapons. His story, though, is a point of interest. He grew up in a place colloquially referred to as Crime Alley, spent time homeless, and then became a child vigilante when he was adopted by an adult vigilante. A couple years later, when he was fifteen, he was captured by a villain, tortured, and murdered. He woke up in his grave six months later, dug his way out, spent time on the streets catatonic from brain damage, was semi-adopted by assassins — it’s a long story, but the point is that his story holds much of the same meaning as Ruby’s powers. His motive for both vigilantism and some villainy starts with the fact that he has been hurt. He has the rage of a victim, and I am not the first person to say that.

Quick note: His scars and brain damage were erased by a magic thing (details are irrelevant) that also caused some, uh… I honestly don’t know what to call it. Sociopathy? Insanity? Whatever, there were mental effects. I think the severity/longevity of the effects is a fandom-popular misinterpretation, but I could be wrong.

Anyway, back to my original point:

Red Assassin, who has never killed, whose powers symbolize the danger of pushing someone too far. Those powers being sourced from severe injury, which has never left her.

Red Hood, who has killed, whose story shows the danger of pushing someone too far. His greatest weakness being sourced from the healing of injuries and erasing of scars.

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Chapter 1: Files

Masterlist - Next Chapter

Confidential Report on Human Experimentation: Super Soldier Serum Trial

Date: October 9th, 1947 

Location: Classified Facility, Sector 17  

Lead Scientist: Dr. Arnim Zola  

Subject ID: 004Z (Alias: “Subject Crimson”)

Objective

To test the efficacy of Super Soldier Serum B-13 (Alias: “SSSB13”) in significantly enhancing physical and cognitive abilities beyond natural limits. 

This report details the effects observed on one individual subjected to the serum in a controlled environment.

Subject Information

- Name: Classified

- Age: 29  

- Gender: Female  

- Height: 5’9”  

- Weight: 175 lbs (Pre-serum)  

- Medical History: Healthy, no pre-existing conditions, physically fit (military background). Psychological profile indicates average resilience to stress and trauma. 

Administration of Serum

- Dosage: 30ml injection, administered in two stages over a 48-hour period.

- Phase 1 (0-24 hours: Preliminary physical and neural enhancements.

- Phase 2 (24-48 hours): Stabilization and further augmentation of sensory and cognitive abilities.

Phase 1: Initial Effects (0-24 Hours)

Physical Changes:

- Muscle Mass: Noticeable increase in muscle density (+15% mass) within the first 6 hours.

- Strength: Strength tests indicated a 250% increase in raw lifting capacity, confirmed via standard load-bearing equipment. Subject Crimson lifted 700 lbs effortlessly by hour 12.

- Endurance: Cardiovascular endurance improved by 180% based on treadmill stress testing at hour 20.

Cognitive Changes:

- Reflexes: Reaction time dropped from 0.2 seconds to 0.03 seconds. Subject Crimson was able to dodge incoming projectiles.

- Neural Efficiency: Subject reported a heightened sense of awareness and perception, able to track movements in his peripheral vision with pinpoint accuracy. Neurological scans showed a 45% increase in synaptic firing rates.

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Phase 2: Sensory and Cognitive Augmentation (24-48 Hours)

Sensory Enhancements:

- Vision: Subject Crimson reported enhanced visual acuity. Tests showed that her night vision had improved tenfold, and she could discern movement from over 1,000 feet in low-light conditions.

- Hearing: Subject detected frequencies up to 50 kHz, well beyond the human range, and accurately identified the source of faint noises within a 200-meter radius.

- Touch: Hyper-awareness of tactile sensations was observed. Subject could sense minute vibrations through solid objects.

Cognitive Enhancements:

- Problem Solving & Memory: The subject solved complex puzzles in record time. Long-term memory recall improved by 300%, allowing Subject Crimson to recite entire documents verbatim after one reading.

- Multi-tasking: Subject exhibited the ability to manage up to five different cognitive tasks simultaneously without error or loss of focus.

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Post-Trial Monitoring

- Physical Stability: No signs of physical breakdown or adverse reactions have been detected. Vital signs remain in optimal ranges despite sustained extreme exertion.

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Conclusion

The results of the SSSB13 trial on Subject Crimson have surpassed expectations, achieving a level of human enhancement previously deemed impossible. 

The subject now possesses physical strength, agility, enhanced sensory perception, and superior cognitive function. 

Long-term effects are still under observation, but preliminary data suggest that SSSB13 has the potential to redefine soldier capabilities.

Further experimentation will explore scalability, mass production, and ethical implications. Caution is advised in deployment to ensure control over enhanced subjects.

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This report is classified and intended for authorized personnel only. Unauthorized distribution is a violation of Section 8b.

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Report Compiled by:  

Dr. Arnim Zola  

Project CRIMSON

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so i made a gofundme for help with our current situation, please reblog if you can't help any other way<3

Hi, my name is Calamity and I need help affording to move myself, my partner Locust, and Locust's emotional support dog Nebula into a stable, safe home. Both of us are disabled, queer, & trans. About a month and a half ago I lost my job & finding employment has been exponentially difficult in the rural Iowa town we live in - I've exhausted nearly all of my options & my partner is too disabled to work enough hours to sustain us. I've potentially landed a position with the local newspaper but they pay a mere $15 per article I write & I'll only be writing 3-5 articles a week. As things are, and they don't appear to be changing despite our best efforts, we can't afford to continue staying in this town. Neither of us know how to drive or have a car so our options are very limited on work. Locust's family has graciously offered to allow us to move in with them all the way in Oregon as well as teach us to drive but they can't afford to help us get there. We're likely not going to be able to keep our things and will lose almost everything we own - if we can't fit it in our airport luggage, we're going to have to leave it behind. Reaching the $1000 goal would be enough to send a few boxes of our things alongside getting the both of us + Nebula to Locust's parents house. Any little bit helps, in the meantime I'll be continuing to pursue any options I can to get us safely there. Disclaimer about the banner ; Nebula is an ESA, not a service dog, & the wording will be fixed soon<3

[fablesuntold]

🃏Biography. The Joker🃏

Most of this is made up by the mun— do not steal or reblog as I’ve put a lot of thought into this. Also do not copy this layout.

Basic info:

Real name: Jack Oswald White— but this information has never been disclosed to anyone else so only he knows his real name.

Preferred alias:

Joker.

Mister. J.

John Doe.

J.

Age: 31 years old.

Birthday: Born October 31st.

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio.

Gender: Male.

Sexuality: Bisexual.

Nationality: American.

Born in: Gotham City, United States.

Currently residing in: Gotham City, United States.

Morality: Chaotic evil.

Occupation: Full time menace to society/Self proclaimed King of Gotham City.

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Appearance:

Height: 1.8m / 5’11”

Weight: 76 kg/ 12 stone.

Hair: Neon Green/Brunette before the acid incident.

Eyes: Bright blue.

Tattoos: Joker has a range of tattoos from head to toe. Most resemble his alter ego. From jesters to playing cards and toothy smiles, his skin is decorated like tapestry with the art. His favourite tattoo of all is the ‘Damaged’ on his forehead as it best describes his mental state of mind. He plans to get more, possibly something that could be used to mock Batman with because why not~? He just loves to rile the caped crusader up.

Piercings: The only piercings Joker currently has are his ear piercings and a tongue piercing. He much prefers tattoos but will likely get more anyway in the future.

Scars: Due to many battles and run ins with Batman over the years, Joker has sustained many injuries much like his archnemesis. Scars litter his pale skin, some jagged and deep and some faded. Luckily his tattoos cover the worst of them— partly the reason he got them to begin with.

Other: Thanks to a rather intense fight with Batman before being escorted to Arkham Asylum, Joker’s regular front teeth were brutally smashed out and had to be replaced with silver caps— thus why his mouth takes on a more metallic look.

Faceclaim: Jared Leto.

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Family/Friends:

Mother: Sophia White.

Status: Unknown.

Relationship: Joker doesn’t remember much about his time spent in his mother’s care. At the age of seven, he was placed into an orphanage due to his parents not wanting him anymore, though he briefly recalls his mother’s hand combing through his hair one last time before she turned on her heel and made a swift exit from his life— a strange display of affection for somebody who so easily gave up on him. The true reason as to why she gave him up remains unclear, but the abandonment has stuck with him more than he likes to admit. He can’t help but to wonder though.. was there a part of Sophia that regretted leaving her son behind?

Father: Damien White.

Status: Deceased.

Relationship: Much like his mother, not much is recalled about his relationship with his father. All he remembers is that his father used to shout a lot and smack his mother around when she stood up to him. Perhaps the reason he was put into care? Joker doesn’t know, but he no longer possesses the quality to care about why exactly they’re no longer around.

Siblings: He’s an only child as far as he knows. Given the fact that he doesn’t know his family at all though, it’s a possibility that he could have siblings somewhere out there.

Spouse: N/A. (Depending on the verse, I usually ship him with Harley Quinn and have a few plot ideas if anyone is interested. Bruce Wayne is also an option too as an enemies to lovers/enemies with benefits plot.)

Kids: N/A. (Again, depends on the verse.)

Pets: He once owned a pet Hyena called Chuckles, but it was quickly confiscated and sent off to a zoo when Joker was apprehended by Batman and sent to Arkham Asylum.

Friends: Joker doesn’t consider many people his friends, but his closest companions are Harley Quinn, Jonny Frost and of course he’ll claim Batman to be his best friend even though Batman loathes the bones of him.

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Other:

Personality traits/Characteristics: Narcissistic, sarcastic, witty, cruel, unpredictable, brazen, overconfident, wild, crude, apathetic, heartless, clever, impatient, impulsive, aggressive, cynical, enigmatic, obnoxious, possessive, envious, greedy, menacing, loud, immature, twisted, wicked, evil, mischievous, irritable, selfish, boastful, excitable, assertive, demented.

MBTI Type: ENTP. He’s an extrovert who is creative and loves a good plan. However, he’s easily distracted by new possibilities and can often stray away from his original plans to pursue another manic idea. He’ll do anything to achieve his goals even despite the resistance from others he knows he’ll be met with.

Any mental illness: Joker suffers from schizophrenia— psychotic disorder which often results in random bursts of violent outbreaks and excessive delusions, hallucinations included. His mind is often muddled with wild fantasies that can only be described as insane and no amount of therapy has been able to provide him relief. Past therapists at Arkham Asylum conclude that he may be bordering on dissociative identity disorder too.

Weapons: Depending on his mood, Joker uses a range of weapons from handguns to bombs and melee weapons.. but his absolute favourite of them all is his trusty submachine gun. Nothing gives him a thrill quite like letting those bullets fly all while laughing hysterically about it.

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Backstory:

A rough childhood behind him, Jack was born into an abusive household and exposed to violence at a young age. With his father mercilessly beating him and his mother almost every night in an alcohol induced rage, it’s no surprise that his morals were corrupted from the get-go. However, he wasn’t around his father long enough for him to be a major influence in his life when his mother decided enough was enough.

Waiting for her husband to consume enough alcohol for him to pass out, Jack’s mother wasted no time in driving her son to the nearest orphanage and after a whispered ‘you’ll be safe here’ and a quick kiss to his forehead, she disappeared off into the night never to be seen or heard of again.

Growing up, Jack always knew he was different to the other kids in care. He wasn’t interested in what they were interested in, dolls and action figures only doing so much to appease his tormented little mind. Instead, Jack found himself fascinated with crime and death which quickly caused concern for staff at the orphanage when told time and time again about his morbid curiosity. To say the least, staff often found themselves uneasy around him, especially when he started to display symptoms of early schizophrenia— the exact same symptoms that deterred any potential foster parents away from adopting him.

By the time he reached eighteen and with no success of a foster family, Jack was released as a young adult into the world— and that’s where his life of crime began. Quickly getting in with the wrong crowd after a club brawl gone wrong, Jack joined one of Gotham’s many notorious gangs of thugs where he quickly began to climb the hierarchy. For the first time in his life, Jack felt as though he had a purpose. Like he had a life worth living with people who understood him. But all of that came crashing down within the blink of an eye.

One stormy evening, Jack found himself on the end of a drug bust when Batman intercepted the deal. Him being the supplier, he was chased through the streets of Gotham until a promising escape route beckoned him in the form of a chemical factory. Little did he know this is where his life would take a drastic turn.

On the cusp of escaping, it wasn’t until Batman took a swoop at him from the top floor did he lose his footing and take a tumble into a burning container of acid that quickly burned and bleached his skin a sickly white, lips stained red and chemically altering his hair to a neon green once he finally emerged after almost drowning. It was that exact same acid that drove him further down the road of insanity. Pronounced dead by Batman, he’d once again been left behind.

Following that night Jack became obsessed with Batman and swore revenge, and in the following years he adopted his alter ego— becoming well known and greatly feared as ‘The Joker’ thanks to his unique appearance which oddly resembled that of a clown.

From bank heists to mass murder and destruction across the city, it didn’t take long for Batman to find him once again and many altercations with him later, Joker unfortunately landed himself a one way ticket to Arkham Asylum after a particularly lethal fight with the masked hero. Therapy sessions were made a mockery of, and Joker only laughed at anyone who attempted to help him, only requesting to speak to Batman. This resulted in him being doomed to spend most of his twenties confined by white cushioned walls and restrained in a snug straitjacket for everyone’s safety— including his own.

**MORE TO BE ADDED**

[laurentdufolse]

blasting  angel in disguise  by   brandy  down main street we’ve spotted   LAURENT DU FOLSE  sporting their family pendent . the   seven-hundred eighty-two   year old   VAMPIRE   who’s been in town for eighty years often can be seen  dancing, hosting extravagent parties, purchasing/appraising art or working as a/n   PHOTOGRAPHER/VISUAL ARTIST  . people say they display  tantalizing  and   vindictive  traits, but we rather trust their vibes: smoldering, enthralling eyes - reflection cast into the ripples of water - champagne and dusty rose - the hum of the needle kissing a vinyl record . also, we’ve heard they love JAZZ   ! aren’t they fascinating ?

[birth name] laurent du folse [known alias] d'luck [chronological age] 782 [appears] 31 [place of birth] undisclosed [prior residence] new orleans, louisiana [occupation] photographer & visual artist [former occupation] apothecary

[gender] trans male [sexuality] queer [romance] homoromantic(?) [alignment] neutral [+ traits] empassionate - enchanting - epicurean [- traits] eccentric - elusive - exigent

[hair] black [hair length] variable [eye color] silver-gray [height] 6'7" [build] shapely [notable features] a sigil tattoo wrapped around right thigh to symbolize devotion to his family's coven - will wear glasses for the fashion trends but does not need them

[species] vampire [ turned//witchborn ] [special gift] telepathy [unique power] matter manipulation [sire bond] very weak

After the shattering of his connection with his maker, Laurent found himself in desperate need of refuge. However, it would take nearly two centuries before he would truly confront this longing. During that time, he grappled with an insatiable bloodlust and the overwhelming urge to fill the gaping void of solitude that consumed him. His sense of self was deeply affected, as he oscillated between profound sorrow and debilitating depression. The severing of the sire bond left him in a state of isolation, tormented by his own inner turmoil, and he felt as though each battle he fought was a losing one, eroding his spirit until only a flicker of determination remained.

Amidst this darkness, there emerged a part of him that yearned to flourish. This realization served as a powerful reminder of the resilience that had sustained him through countless trials. It was as if the ancestral blood coursing through his veins was calling him back to life, urging him to reclaim his legacy. The time had come for him to acknowledge that he could no longer remain a prisoner of his past; he needed to rise from the ashes of despair and embrace the strength that had always been within him.

Embracing this newfound perspective, Laurent understood that his journey was not merely about survival but about thriving. The legacy of his bloodline was not just a burden but a source of strength, a reminder that he was capable of overcoming the shadows that had haunted him for so long. It was time to step into the light, honor his heritage, and forge a path forward that would allow him to seek his new purpose. In doing so, he'd rediscover the essence of who he truly was.