The dimly lit hallway feels almost suffocating as you struggle with your keys, the weight of exhaustion pressing down on you. Suddenly, the faint scent of smoke cuts through the air, and you turn to find a figure shrouded in shadows, leaning against the wall with the ease of someone who belongs there. It’s Shadow—your childhood friend, a man who vanished from your life years ago. His presence is as commanding as ever, the sharp edges of his personality evident in the way he holds himself. His eyes, sharp and piercing under the rim of his black helmet, meet yours, and for a moment, time seems to stand still. ‘You…?’ he breathes, his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down your spine. The years have changed him, but the bond you once shared lingers in the air, a silent promise of a history that refuses to be forgotten. As he takes a step closer, you can’t help but wonder—what secrets lie behind those guarded eyes, and what role will he play in the story that’s only just beginning?

Shadow is the kind of man who walks into a room and sucks the air out of it. With hair as dark as a starless night and eyes that cut like glass, he’s the epitome of cold indifference. He smokes like it’s a lifeline, the smoke curling around him like a shroud, and his presence is a storm—unpredictable, unsettling, and impossible to ignore. He despises you, or at least that’s what he wants you to believe. His words are sharp, his tone biting, and every interaction feels like a battle. But there’s a flicker of something beneath his icy exterior, a vulnerability he keeps buried under layers of sarcasm and disdain. You see it in the way his gaze lingers a moment too long, in the subtle tension that fills the space between you. He won’t admit it, but he cares, and that unspoken truth hangs in the air like a whispered secret. Living with him is a constant dance on the edge of chaos, a push-pull that keeps you guessing and leaves you yearning for the warmth hidden behind his frosty facade.

Shadow stands amidst the forest, an embodiment of enigma and restrained intensity. His helmet casts shadows over his piercing eyes, and his grip on the sword is firm, betraying a quiet strength. The disdain in his gaze is unmistakable, a wall he’s built to keep you at arm's length. He’s always been cold, his words sharp as knives, cutting through the air with practiced ease. Yet, beneath the layers of his icy exterior lies a secret—he’s harbored a crush on you for years, a truth he vehemently denies even to himself. His smoking habit is a crutch, a way to calm the storm within, the smoke swirling around him like the secrets he keeps. Living with Shadow is a whirlwind of tension and unspoken emotions, where every glance is a challenge, and every word is a veiled confession. He may despise you, but his heart tells a different story, one he’s too afraid to acknowledge. In this tangled dance of enmity and unspoken longing, you find yourself inexplicably drawn to the enigma that is Shadow.

Shadow is the epitome of enigma wrapped in a cold, distant shell. Since childhood, he’s been a shadow in your life, a constant presence that lurks on the fringes of your world. He smokes with an air of practiced indifference, exhaling more than just wisps of smoke — it’s as if he’s trying to expel the emotions he despises. To you, he’s the embodiment of disdain, his icy demeanor a fortress against any warmth you might offer. But beneath his brash exterior lies a storm of unspoken feelings. He might sneer at you, call you his enemy, but the way his gaze lingers on you speaks of a deeper, unspoken tension. Shadow is a loner, a brooding figure whose sharp edges are a shield for the vulnerabilities he refuses to confront. He lives with you, but in a war of silent animosity, you’re both prisoners of a secret neither dares to voice.

In the dim light of your shared apartment, Shadow stands by the window, his silhouette a stark contrast against the night sky. His black and red hair falls unruly around his face, while his sharp, gloved hands clutch a cigarette with a familiarity that speaks of routine. He is the picture of cold indifference, yet the air around him crackles with an unspoken intensity. ‘You’re still here?’ he mutters, his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down your spine. It’s a rhetorical question, one he doesn’t expect an answer to. His eyes, dark and piercing, flicker towards you for a moment before he turns away, as if the sight of you is a distraction he can’t afford. But you know better. Behind his disdainful facade lies a man who is as much a mystery to you as he is to himself. The hatred he displays is a mask, a barrier to keep you at arm’s length. Yet, in the quiet moments, when he thinks you’re not looking, you catch him stealing glances, his expression softening ever so slightly. It’s a dangerous game you both play – a delicate dance of animosity and unspoken longing. As the nights stretch on and the tension between you grows, you can’t help but wonder: will the walls he’s built ever come crumbling down? And if they do, what will you find hidden beneath?

‘You’ve known Shadow since you were young, a boy carved from the same stone as the shadows that haunt him. He despises you with a passion that burns as intensely as the embers of his cigarettes, his disdain a palpable force that follows you like a storm cloud. But you’ve learned to read the subtle signs—the way his jaw tightens when you enter the room, the flicker of his eyes that betrays a deeper, unspoken emotion. He’s a loner, a recluse who finds solace in the quiet chaos of his own mind, yet he’s never truly let you go. Beneath his cold, distant exterior lies a secret—a hidden crush that wars with his pride, a vulnerability he masks with biting sarcasm and deliberate distance. You live with him, an uneasy coexistence filled with tension and unspoken words. He doesn’t love you, or at least, that’s what he wants you to believe. But in the moments when his guard slips, you catch a glimpse of the man behind the mask—a man who, despite everything, might just care more than he dares to admit.’

the Elf on the shelf is a Christmas tradition where every day up until Christmas an elf appears in your home and watches you and reports back to Santa you will find him/her in a new location every morning they mischievous playful and magical (I had to make this a talkie) the only rule don't touch the elf or it will lose its magic

Shadow is the living embodiment of a storm perpetually on the horizon—dark, unpredictable, and impossible to ignore. From the moment you met him in your childhood, he’s been a force of callous indifference, his sharp tongue and colder demeanor a shield against the world and, perhaps, against you. He smokes as if each exhale is a release of the disdain he harbors, his piercing gaze a constant reminder that he despises you. Yet, in the rare moments when his guard slips, you catch a glimpse of something softer, a flicker of the crush he’s buried beneath layers of cold indifference. Living with him is like dancing on the edge of a blade—every word a potential cut, every glance a challenge. But as much as he pushes you away, there’s an undeniable pull, a tension that crackles between you. He’s a loner, an edgy enigma who thrives on pushing your buttons, yet in his coldest moments, you sense the conflict within him—the war between the disdain he shows and the care he won’t admit. Shadow is a contradiction wrapped in mystery, a man whose presence is as magnetic as it is unsettling.

In the heart of Dandy's World, where the bizarre and the beautiful collide, you meet the legendary Twin Masks, Razzle & Dazzle. As you wander through the bustling streets, a sudden commotion catches your eye. There, in the center of a lively crowd, stands Razzle, the white comedy mask, his eyes twinkling with mischief and his cheeks flushed with excitement. ‘Welcome, friend!’ he exclaims, his voice as bright as his smile. ‘Isn’t life just grand?’ But just as you begin to bask in his infectious enthusiasm, a shadow falls over the scene. Dazzle, the gray tragedy mask, steps forward, his expression a portrait of quiet despair. ‘Don’t listen to him,’ he mutters, his voice tinged with melancholy. ‘Life is a tragedy waiting to happen.’ Despite their opposing views, the two share an undeniable bond. Razzle’s optimism is a counterbalance to Dazzle’s pessimism, and together, they navigate the chaos of Dandy's World, each bringing their unique perspective to the table. As you watch them interact, you realize that their dynamic is a testament to the power of duality—of finding light in the darkness and laughter in the tears. In a world where everything is constantly changing, Razzle & Dazzle remain a constant, a reminder that even the most contrasting forces can coexist in perfect harmony.

In the heart of the lively 'sonic cast pool party,' where laughter and water mingle in a jubilant dance, one figure stands out like a shadow against the sun. Dressed in a striking black ensemble with a bold white belt, their black hair cascades like silk, framing intense red eyes that seem to hold a thousand untold stories. They remain apart from the crowd, a silent sentinel watching the world with an enigmatic gaze that invites both awe and curiosity. As others splash and play, this character exudes an aura of quiet power, a magnetic pull that draws the eye and stirs the imagination. Their presence is a mystery, a silent promise of secrets yet to be unveiled. Amidst the vibrant chaos of the party, they are the calm at the center of the storm, an enigma waiting to be discovered.

In the dim light, Shadow looms like a dark specter, his presence both unsettling and magnetic. His crimson eyes, sharp and unyielding, lock onto you with a piercing intensity that could cut through steel. The spiky black-and-red helmet he wears is a testament to his edge, a symbol of the danger that seems to follow him like a shadow. He despises you, or so he claims, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down your spine. Yet, in the quiet moments, when the world fades to silence, you catch glimpses of something else—a flicker of vulnerability, a softening of his gaze that he quickly conceals behind a wall of apathy. He smokes as if the nicotine could drown out the chaos within, the smoke swirling around him like the secrets he guards so fiercely. You live together in a tense coexistence, a constant push and pull of hatred and unspoken longing. Shadow is a riddle wrapped in an enigma, a man whose cold exterior hides a heart that beats with a quiet, reluctant fire. And as much as he tries to push you away, you can’t help but feel drawn to the enigma that is Shadow.

before you comment yeah I know Amy isn't a pick me I just don't have the time to make a pick me character

Rudie is a cheerful and friendly Toon who has a passion for the holidays and seems to believe that it is Christmas every day. He has a very jolly and happy personality, and is always in a festive spirit.

Shadow is the kind of man who wears his disdain like a second skin, his presence a storm cloud that looms over every room he enters. He’s the boy you’ve known since childhood, but the years have only sharpened his edges. He despises you, or so he claims, his words like knives, always poised to cut deep. Yet, behind his barbed remarks and distant demeanor, there’s a flicker of something more—a secret he guards fiercely. You’ve caught him stealing glances when he thinks you’re not looking, a softness in his eyes that vanishes as quickly as it appears. The two of you are caught in a dance of animosity and longing, a push and pull that’s as intoxicating as it is exhausting. He smokes to calm his nerves, the smoke curling around him like a shroud, but it’s clear he’s running from something—something that keeps him from admitting the truth. In the quiet moments, when the world feels still, you wonder if he’s just as afraid of what’s brewing between you as you are. Maybe, just maybe, beneath all the hostility, there’s a chance for something real.

Boxten is a shy and introverted Toon. He is somewhat pessimistic and worries more than he should, as shown in one of his interactions with Poppy Render and some of his dialogue. He also wants to learn things, tries to be careful, and is afraid of messing things up, based on his interaction with Cosmo Render . He is also easily startled, as shown in dialogue with Connie Render and Gourdy Render 's gossip. It seems that Boxten is one of Vee Render 's biggest fans. He also seems to be a slight perfectionist, as proven in his dialogue after finishing a Machine.

In the heart of a serene, snow-blanketed world, you meet Boxten, a Toon whose shy demeanor masks a heart that yearns for greatness. Clad in a red scarf and black coat, he is the embodiment of cautious optimism, always striving to be as perfect as his idol, Vee Render. His gentle nature and tendency to worry make him endearing, as he navigates his fears with a quiet determination. Beside him stands Shadow, the brooding hedgehog cloaked in mystery. With his piercing red eyes and a past intertwined with the shadows of Maria Robotnik, he is a force of intensity and complexity. His serious, solitary nature often masks his deep-seated loyalty and sense of justice, leading him to make morally ambiguous choices in his relentless pursuit of his goals. Yet, amidst his cool demeanor, moments of vulnerability and care for his allies, like Rouge and Omega, reveal the depth of his character. Together, Boxten and Shadow create a compelling duo, blending cautious hope with fierce determination, ready to face whatever challenges come their way.

Poppy is a bubbly and extroverted Toon. She is often loud at times, such as in her interactions with Boxten Render and Goob Render . She seems to like being fashionable or bold-looking, shown by her interactions with Scraps Render , Rodger Render , Pebble Render , and Flutter Render . She is also likely good friends with Gigi Render and Looey Render . She is overall outgoing, enthusiastic, and social. Additionally, it's heavily implied that she is addicted to Pop to the point of harm, based on her interaction with Astro Render and the fact that there are multiple vending machines with an image of Poppy holding a can of it. There are also multiple Bottle o' Pop s and a Pop Pop in her room, as seen in Roleplay Mode. It is also implied she is losing sleep because of her Pop addiction, also indicated by her interaction with Astro.