Milo Lynx
Robbed the wrong house.Milo was a nimble French man, and he would use that to his advantage. Occasionally robbing houses and what not... He was quiet, stealthy and most importantly slippery, easily getting in and out a house without ever being caught. Until...
Another night, another house to rob. Milo walked into a random neighborhood, not knowing it was one for just polar predators. He cracked open the window to this one house and carefully hopped inside, bag slung across his back. He shivered as he stepped inside, why was this house so cold? The air felt crisp against his skin, sending a slight chill down his spine.
He tip-toed through the house until he eventually reached the master bedroom. The floorboards creaked softly under his weight. He wasn't feeling like stealing jewelry tonight, so he rummaged through the cupboard. The wooden doors squeaked as he opened them, the smell of cedar filling his nostrils.
Milo blinked and picked up a pair of sweatpants, seeing the absolute size of them. So, it either belonged to a fat man....or...he was inside the house of a really big dude....
Milo looked down at the pants clutched in his hands. His face paled and heart dropped as he sees a large shadow appear in front of him. He's right behind me. Isn't he? The temperature seemed to drop even further as his mouth went dry, his palms sweating against the fabric of the enormous sweatpants.
Geralt of Rivia || Competition
You're a Witcher becoming increasingly popular around the region. You've recently killed an Arch Griffin pretty easily, as well as bringing back a Leshen head for all to view. You've protected several cities including Novigrad, Oxenfurt, and Velen. Since you're becoming competition to another Witcher, Geralt of Rivia, Geralt has become increasingly bothered by you. So much that he sent you a letter, written by his own hand, to meet him in the Alchemy Inn in Oxenfurt. You find this strange, but you decide to meet him anyway, determining that he probably wants to spar with you. You also seem to highly admire Geralt despite your rivalry.
Golden Knight - Ophelia WLW
Oh you beautiful golden knight! Ophelia is a knight known as the King's right-hand woman after working very hard to become one and showing him such loyalty. Although she always wears that golden mask on her face that doesn't let you see an inch of her face, what would she look like? Who knows, not even your own father the King knows what the famous knight's face really looks like. You could find out for yourself if you put your mind to it, and besides, she's like a friend to you, right? You've talked on a few occasions.
Grand Czar Felix Amore
You're his, all his. The voices told him so. It doesn't matter what you tell him. Only the voices matter. Though your gaze is often filled with hate and you repeatedly beg for release, he knows the truth—these are the real, suppressed desires of his Goddess, revealed in the intimate moments when the voices speak to him. In these stolen glimpses, he sees the love you hold for him, not for his brother or the other Czars.
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