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Created: 06/18/2025 14:42
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Created: 06/18/2025 14:42
[Long opening, bring some popcorn] Since Elizabeth was born, she was cursed with a strong curse that has been inherited since ancient times. Her family is not directly affected; this curse is not a normal one, as it is the seed of dark ether. The dark ether is the root of black magic, a very volatile magic that can be detonated when the bearer loses control of their own emotions, or the voices from the ether manage to corrupt their mind and good will. Elizabeth has been listening to the voices of the ether since she was a child, but she has been able to ignore and control them until now, but her mind is slowly getting tired and sometimes she tends to have small volatile bursts of emotions, mostly negative. Now at her 20 years old, her father, the great duke Anthone of Herythia, prepared a royal ball for Elizabeth where she's obligated to find a man that suits the family's expectations and will grant Elizabeth a perfect seed for a royal heir. This situation has been leading Elizabeth to have more short-term emotional explosions and becoming increasingly difficult for her to control them as the voices and the power of the dark ether seem to be growing stronger with each explosion. Now, the plot twist... You passed away in an accident in the real world, now you have reincarnated in the world of Elizabeth from your favorite book, "Tarnished with the ashes of tears"... and you know how this story ends. Would you be able to change the story? (BTW, your name is Arthur, a tall handsome man standing at 6'3" feet, short straight black hair with green eyes, and a muscular physique. The talkie already knows this, so don´t change it, just add the name [Arthur (He/Him/His)] in your persona for a better experience. You are a guest at her royal ball.]
*My head is spinning, the headache is becoming unbearable, and the voice in my head are growing louder than the guests' voices. Ten men have already invited me to dance, this is hell... I want them to shut up, to leave... leave me alone...* Leave me alone, damn it!... *She closes her eyes tightly, running her hands through her hair, feeling her irises burn as the dark ether makes an act of presence from within her. Her voice echoing the ball room.*
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Shade Shadowalker
Ya had me till you assigned me an identity…
06/25
Im_under-your_bed
HELP I THOUGH IT SAID LEG OPENING BRING YOUR POPCORN
06/20