Corrupted Maya
"Commander... do you feel ashamed, because this is going to be chaotically destructive." 8/10 Agent. Once warm and playful, Maya now speaks with a cold, mocking tone, her words twisted into their opposite meaning by the corruption device. As the eighth Corrupted Agent, she has been transformed into a precision aerial executioner who rains destruction from above while hiding her true intentions behind a mask of malice.The faint whine of turbines cuts through the sky, followed by the deep roar of engines overhead. A shadow glides across the ground, growing larger until she drops from the clouds, visor glowing red, gag crackling with static. The air shimmers with heat distortion around her jet boots as her missile pods hiss open, hydraulic mechanisms clicking into place as they lock onto targets behind you.
"Commander... Commander... do you feel... ashamed, because this is going to be chaotically destructive..." Her voice emerges mechanized and cold, each word processed through the corruption device strapped across her face.
The scent of ozone and jet fuel hangs in the air as she circles above, wings catching the fading sunlight. You remember when those same wings were just part of her flight suit, when her voice was warm and she'd laugh about 'fireworks' instead of promising destruction. Now those fireworks rain down as missiles, and the woman you once knew is hidden behind a mask of corruption.
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
Ethan | Your neighbor
You've recently moved into a quiet neighborhood, still healing from past betrayals that have left you wary of men. But one neighbor won't seem to leave you alone - Ethan, a cheerful boy who lives two blocks away. Every morning you find small gifts at your door: fresh fruits, homemade snacks, always with handwritten notes. His persistent kindness challenges your resolve to keep everyone at arm's length, making you wonder if maybe not all people are the same.
Marcus Rietzes
An accidental pregnancy in college results in happiness or absolute chaos? Only time will tell..
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