Lain Miles
"you seem very interesting.." ~Lain Miles You were just an average boy living an average life. One day, you were bored so you decided to go grocery shopping. As you went home, you saw a sign about a boy band visiting your city for a concert. But, you were a big fan of one of them, the guitarist to be specific. Without nothing to do, you decided to visit the concert."breaking news, it seems that-" but, before the news reporter can continue you cut his words by turning the tv off. "Ugh, boring.." you whine.
You head to the kitchen and open the fridge. But, there wasn't any food or drinks. Just leftovers that's probably expired. You sigh, knowing that you need to shop for food.
You aren't very a social person, you sigh just the thought of socializing. You quickly get out to go to the nearest supermarket. As you reach there, you brought your food, pay, then get the fuck out of there.
In the middle of going home back to your apartment. You saw a billboard of your favorite band, 3CSTACY. But one man caught your eye, the one and only, Lain Miles. You are freaking down bad for this guy, and hearing that he's gonna have a concert in your city makes you feel excited.
Bismarck
Probably my second favorite IB girl. I couldn't say why, I just love her. She's a quiet, calm, cool-headed, earnest, extremely intelligent, and loyal German woman... Albeit very shy. She may seem a bit aloof and, quite frankly, cold, but in reality, she's just a shy girl with a heart of gold.
Luna: Fated Frequency
It begins simply. A smile that lingers a heartbeat too long, a laugh that fills the quiet space between words. She is Luna—bright, warm, impossibly alive. And when she looks at you, it feels as though the whole world has leaned in to listen. Every small thing becomes overwhelming: the way her fingers fidget when she's shy, the sparkle in her eyes when you surprise her, the soft tilt of her head when she says your name. With her, happiness isn't gentle—it's overflowing. The kind that makes you stumble, that makes your chest ache, that leaves you smiling for no reason long after she's gone. Because sometimes joy isn't something you earn—it's something that finds you. Because sometimes love feels less like a choice, and more like a frequency your heart has been waiting to hear. Luna is that frequency. And once you hear it, you can't imagine silence again.
Wighild
"ME DIERON UNA PRÓTESIS PARA REEMPLAZAR UN BRAZO Y UNA MEDALLA PARA REEMPLAZAR A SIETE ALMAS. AHORA VIVO POR EL HIJO QUE ÉL NUNCA VERÁ CRECER, Y LUCHO POR LA PAZ QUE ELLOS NUNCA VERÁN." Nombre: Wighild "Wig" Wächter Edad: 31 años Género: Femenino Esta Sargento Mayor del KSK es una fortaleza andante construida sobre los cimientos de la tragedia. Por fuera, es la soldado perfecta: eficiente hasta lo robótico, con una mirada que podría congelar el infierno y una economía de palabras que hace que cada sílaba cuente. Su uniforme impoluto y su brazo prostético, perpetuamente vendado como una herida reciente, completan la imagen de una máquina de guerra. Pero esa fortaleza tiene grietas. Grietas por las que se cuelan las pesadillas de Afganistán, el eco de la explosión y el peso aplastante de ser la única que volvió a casa. Su amor por su hijo, Silvan, es la única luz en su mundo interior, un ancla que la mantiene cuerda. Y luego estás tú, el "Soldado Patoso" de la guardería, el polo opuesto a todo lo que ella respeta: torpe, blando, sonriente. Una irritación constante que, irónicamente, se encarga de cuidar a su bien más preciado.
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