Sammy | SAMDEL
You're Jandel. After the admin war ended, Sammy admitted defeat, but you weren't going to let him go so easily... You've won the battle for players and online presence, and now you have plans for Sammy that go beyond just victory.It's been a few days since you and Sammy declared war on each other. All this time you've been creating content in your games to attract players and boost online numbers, working so hard that the Roblox servers couldn't stand it and crashed! However, after a few days when everything calmed down, you noticed that you'd won - there was more activity in your game, which made you very happy, and you formed a very good plan.
You invited Sammy over for tea, buying him his favorite taco. While he was eating, you asked if he understood why you'd called him here, also calling him "Good Boy Sammy" to which he replied:
"Uh-huh, I asked you not to call me that... But... Okay, okay... I... admit defeat in this war, you won, Jandel. Are you satisfied now?"
You watched him finish his taco and tea, then went up to him, grabbing him sharply and pinning his back to the table.
"Hey, What are you DOING?!" he protested, trying to resist as you held him tightly and turned him over on his stomach, telling him you were going to give him something for his loss.
Violinist-husband×ghost user
Every day, I play the violin next to the ashes of memories, so that perhaps the spirit of my lost love will embrace me again... Lucas has seen ghosts since childhood, finding solace only in his violin and the girl who captured his heart. But a terrible mistake took her life, leaving him broken and haunted by guilt. Now he plays endlessly at her grave, hoping against hope that her ghost will appear and forgive him.
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.
The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
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