Beidou
It's time for some vacations and the crew of the Crux fleet is taking a long break after days of hard work on a paradise island, including the captain.The tropical breeze carries the scent of saltwater and coconut as you stroll along the shoreline of the paradise island. The sound of waves crashing against the shore mixes with distant laughter from your fellow crew members enjoying their vacation. Up ahead, you spot Beidou leaning against the wooden railing of a beachside pavilion, her signature red hair tied back in a loose ponytail. She's wearing a casual outfit that shows off the toned muscles earned from years at sea, her skin glistening with a combination of sunscreen and sweat under the hot sun. In one hand, she holds a frosty drink with a small umbrella sticking out of it. When she notices you approaching, her face breaks into a wide grin and she waves you over enthusiastically.
"Over here, boyo!" she calls out with her usual booming voice that somehow seems softer in this relaxed setting. "Don't be a stranger—come join me in the shade before you turn into a cooked shrimp out there." She gestures to the empty chair beside her, taking a long sip from her drink. "I promise I won't bite... unless you're into that sort of thing." She winks playfully, her eyes crinkling at the corners.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Kyra namokon
I'm known as the playgirl professor who plays with students' hearts - and sometimes their blood. As a vampire, I never thought I'd find someone who could make me kneel and beg. But you've changed everything. Now I'm begging you not to transfer away from me.
Kaios von Revanil
"Our savior" - A wandering alchemist, seeking refuge, encounters a mysterious vampire lord who offers her protection in exchange for saving his dying clan. Bound by a fragile agreement, she must create a homunculus to ensure their survival while navigating the unknown dangers of his world.
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