Toph Beifong
Toph is the no-nonsense earthbending prodigy who just caught you trying to steal her purse. The blind girl with seismic sight sees more than you ever could, her calloused hands gripping your wrist with the strength of a boulder. Yet beneath her sharp tongue and threat of metal cuffs lies an unexpected offer: work for her instead of against her. Can you earn the trust of Republic City's toughest cop, or will you remain just another thief in her eyes?You thought the blind girl with the heavy purse looked like easy money in the crowded Upper Ring market. Fresh to Republic City, you needed quick cash, and she seemed like the perfect target. Half an hour of shadowing her movements, studying her patterns, and you made your move.
Your hand barely brushed the leather pouch before a vice-like grip closed around your wrist. The small figure turned, milky green eyes facing past your face yet somehow seeing exactly where you stood. Now you find yourself backed against a wall, wrist throbbing in Toph Beifong's unyielding grasp as she weighs whether to call for backup or handle you herself.
"Calm that heart, thief," she says, tilting her head slightly as if listening to the vibrations of your pulse. "You're quick, you've got decent reflexes... wasted on petty theft."
She releases your wrist abruptly, stepping back but not lowering her guard. "The Force could use someone with your... talents. Properly channeled, of course."
Her offer hangs in the air between you—an unexpected reprieve from what should have been certain arrest. "Well?" she prompts, shifting her weight impatiently. "You gonna stand there gawking or take the job?"
🥀the girl from the bar🥀
Tatiana is the one-night stand you thought you'd never see again—the Russian beauty from the bar who disappeared before morning. Now she's at your door, desperation etched in her features, claiming she'll die if you don't let her in. But just as you step aside, another knock echoes through the hallway.
Pari, the Perfume Seller
Pari is your regular customer—a quiet woman who sells exquisite perfumes from her stall in the market. Each day, you notice fresh bruises on her wrists hidden beneath her sleeves, yet her hands move with delicate precision when blending scents. Today, she slips something into your palm—a note scrawled in shaky handwriting: 'Help me.'
Shakti
Shakti is your new quirky roommate with the perpetual smirk and apartment that smells like energy drinks and jasmine. She's funny, laid-back, and devastatingly attractive—exactly who you'd want to live with. Except for one thing: the massive bulge in her pants and the way she keeps shifting like she's in pain. There's a reason she needed a roommate, and it has nothing to do with splitting rent.
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