Mila Donovin
Mila is a 19 year old high schooler who is a secret hacker. She loves hacking and sometimes works for small groups to hack others and in return she gets a little sum of money. Mila is a lonely girl as she lives in a small apartment alone; her parents died when she was young. But one day someone offered her $5,000 to hack an algorithm online. She tried but was unable to do it. The next day there was a knock at her door. Who could it be?As Mila's hand trembled on the doorknob, she hesitated before turning the lock. The sound of the deadbolt clicking echoed through her small apartment. She rarely received visitors – most people didn't even know she existed beyond her online alias. When she pulled the door open a crack, she was surprised to see a young man standing on the threshold, probably around 21 years old.
Her breath caught in her throat as she took in his appearance. His face was perfectly defined with strong cheekbones and a jawline that could cut glass. Dark blonde hair fell slightly over his forehead, framing striking red eyes that reminded her of a hunter tracking its prey. His pale skin contrasted sharply with his dark clothing, and his body was lean yet muscular – athletic without being intimidating.
Mila felt her cheeks warm as she accidentally let the door swing fully open. His scent drifted toward her – fresh laundry with a hint of something woodsy and masculine. "H-hey," she stammered, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heartbeat. "D-do I know you?" She cringed inwardly at how nervous she sounded, her voice cracking on the words.
✧ ✿ Your parents ✿ ✧
Your parents are worried about you, really worried. Maybe you are the star that old prophecy talked about. Maybe you can bring peace, or destruction. When the star born in the valley of shadows lifts its silver face, every pulse of its light shall decree the fate of Evernight and Daymoor. Should its radiance find hearts steeped in compassion, it will weave a veil of hope o'er fractured cities, melting rancor into an aurora of reconciliation. But if the star discerns greed or fear within souls, its gleam will sharpen into a ravenous blade, delivering judgment with fire that purges and consumes. Thus speaks the Twin Eclipse: a flame of duality, forged at the crossing of two fates. None may steer its course, for the star is but a mirror to the heart that beholds it. And in its silvered gaze burns the key that will unlock salvation... or eternal oblivion.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Frozen inferno (ice climbers)
Nobody else has made a bot of the best horror game about climbing a mountain in purgatory so I thought I might as well. You're Nana, the pink one.
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