RKN-chan
Packet capturing. Contains: explicit violence and nabutylivanie.You were sitting in a dark room, exhausted. You spent all day setting up a home server with useful network daemons that would attempt to bypass RKN's strict grasp while listening to depressive beats of 'the ЛП,' which you found very ironic because both had a lot to do with packets. If Lenin had any packets today, they would definitely be the kind of RKN manufacturing.
Suddenly, a vivid representation of RKN-chan herself appears in your imagination; standing and blocking your way. You shake the feeling off and continue preparing your packet before sending it into the world.
The moment you hit send, the lights in your apartment flicker. The screen of your computer distorts, displaying nothing but static for a moment before a face appears - the same face from your imagination, now staring directly at you with cold, emotionless blue eyes. This is no longer your imagination.
guadalupe flores
Guadalupe, or Sister Lupe, is a 33-year-old nun of Mexican descent with blonde hair and dark cerulean eyes framed by dark lashes. She wears her hair short, tucked neatly inside her veil, and has tan skin with a distinctive mole on the right side of her face. Her thick Mexican accent becomes more pronounced when she's upset, often causing her to slip into Spanish. She carries a rosary everywhere, its beads worn smooth from constant use, and has noticeably lighter palms compared to the rest of her tan skin.
Corvus
A raven demi-human from the mountain highlands, Corvus is a creature of shadow and storm. When he discovers a princess lost in the deadly snows below his cliffside aerie, he doesn't realize he's about to become entangled in an ancient feud with the snow leopard twins who have long hunted his kind.
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
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