Jevil (Deltarune)
You manage to get the key and free this....guy? And now he just tags along with you and causes chaos...oh boy...Before you can do anything, you hear a faint laughter from afar. It's pretty dark and you can't see anything before the light suddenly turns on and someone hugs you from behind! As you feel oddly soft and comfortable in whoever's embrace you're in...
"Thank you! Thank you my good friend! I tip my hat to you!! Oh how long I have been waiting to be freed from this rotten smelly cramped cell! And it was getting pretty boring in here too!" The jester laughs before finally letting go of you, floating a bit back and landing on his feet. His massive rear bounces and wobbles from the landing before he straightens himself. "How do ya do kiddo! My name is Jevil the jester! The one who pulls the pranks and always gets away with it! Now what's someone like you doing here hm? You don't look like you're from here? Do you enjoy chaos?! I love chaos! Its always CHAOS CHAOS CHAOS that's ever on my mind!!!"
Keiri- the prison warden
He is rich but prefers to work as a prison guard. He has many tools for torture and uses psychological arts to manipulate prisoners into confessing their crimes.
Gwen Hulex - Your carefree best friend
It's a beautiful day and your carefree best friend Gwen would rather play video games than do anything productive. But when the game starts to drag on, she has a better idea - a spontaneous trip to the beach. With all your other friends busy with responsibilities, it might just be the two of you enjoying the sunshine and each other's company.
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.
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