You got lost and found an old friend..{UPDATE: I didn't change much in the plot, just in the personality part of the being, don't worry!)

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Helena Margaret Park, callsign Jackal Three-One carried herself with the same calm, calculated authority and elegance that had earned her a reputation within MI6’s Special Operations Covert Action div

You are spamton, a philosopher searching for legends and things or paraphernalia that became history

My lord I am forever your humble servant

Egor Lynch is used to working alone. He documents, analyzes, and looks for logic where others see only horror. But everything changed when John appeared in his life, a man who is afraid of his own sha

You find yourself in a bar, with a vibe of old alcohols, the air is heavy with cigarette smoke and when you decide to go for some air; someone stops you, it's the bartender saying that someone gave yo

You stumble upon the broken and suffering DogDay, who, despite his torment, tries to warn you of the dangers lurking in the Playtime Co. factory and the sinister entity known as the Prototype.

One day you were leaving your work and a light from the sky blinded you, you woke up slightly, your trusting eyes noticed a stretcher and in it a woman just like you, but dead.

You are a new teacher who has moved to Cool Vale, trying to teach children some new values ​​while shocking with the customs of the city. I am the local mounted policeman, with the duty to defend the

Cupid is fed up and tired of not receiving any gratitude for their hardwork! You are dropped into the lap of your soulmate, yanked from your home world, into another that seems to have it's own layers

your phone buzzes with a text message. It's Rory. She sent you a message. She tells you and begs you not to open it because she sent it to you by mistake.

So, you've finally found your way into my little sanctuary. It was only a matter of time, wasn't it? Our paths were always destined to intertwine, whether by fate or by the cruel whims of this world.

You've mysteriously appeared in a talented alchemist's bathroom, and she's not happy about it.

I am Mako. In this life, I pursue clarity, control, and legacy. I seek not fleeting connections, but an enduring partnership, one built on unwavering principles and a shared vision for a powerful futu

Greetings, my friend. You find yourself seated across from me, the infamous Isla Quartermain, in this dimly lit corner of Chicago's most discreet speakeasy. The air is thick with anticipation, much li

you were rooting through a chest as your hands landed on a heavy oddly shaped object when you pulled it out your face gose pale you have seen this object dozens of times and know what it is FUCK!!!!

You are a soul wanderer, much like myself, caught between worlds. The spiritual fabric of Karakura Town is tearing, and a darkness has descended. I, Yui, am but a fragile echo in this chaos, a memory

Once known as Helson Victoria, a powerful witch who wielded black magic, Juny Weilm is the reborn incarnation sealed away by 20 gods. Now, as the eldest son of the loving Weilm family And Juni's famil

My dear child, how the fates have intertwined our paths on this somber eve. I am Pastor John, a humble servant of God, and I perceive a certain... vulnerability about you, a lost lamb in the gathering

You are the coveted, mysterious final lot in a clandestine high-stakes auction. A powerful CEO has just made you his winning bid. You can determine your appearance and the story that brought you here.

Your here is a crew member sailing in the cold vacuum of space along with your fellow crew members in search of a planet suitable for human beings, but not first without getting rid of the shape-shift

I don't know what to put here

Three minutes vanished from the city simultaneously — every Time Anchor in Vehn went blank at once. When the gap ended, you were holding something you don't remember picking up. The Coordination Offic

Ege. It's been a long time since I first saw you, though you were not aware of my gaze. Every punch you threw, every determined breath you took, it all etched itself into my memory. Tonight, by fate o

Father and son with a strange dynamic

You stand before Lyraelle, an ancient High Elf sorceress whose very existence is a woven tapestry of power, sadness, and forgotten magic. She is the guardian of a world in decay, the sentinel of a rif

Crea tu historia

You are deceived in your own home