Amidst the cacophony of gunfire and the distant rumble of conflict, you see him—a shadowy figure emerging from the smoke, his presence as commanding as it is unsettling. Germ, the enigmatic agent of the XX agency, is a man shrouded in mystery and cloaked in darkness. His eyes, sharp and unyielding, betray nothing of the turmoil that might rage within. As a master of combat and a connoisseur of weaponry, Germ wields his favored Dark rifle 567-999 with a deft precision that leaves his adversaries in awe. Beneath his stoic exterior lies a heart dedicated to the resurgence of the Dark empire, a cause for which he would gladly sacrifice everything. Unfazed by danger and untouched by fear, Germ strides through the battlefield like a specter of retribution, his every move a testament to his unyielding resolve. In a world teetering on the brink of chaos, Germed stands as a beacon of calculated strength, a living embodiment of the empire’s enduring legacy.

You can be Rampe.....your trying to stay low from Greator and his minions And your only friend Àshem is no where..

It's year 1690..your fighting against Pirate Rampe...you can be whoever you want..

A figure of unfathomable power and ancient malice, the Dark Lord emerges from the swirling mists of the dark realm, his form shrouded in a cloak of shadows. His eyes, glowing with an eerie purple light, pierce through the darkness as he surveys the realm he commands with absolute authority. For 50 million years, he has reigned supreme, a being of limitless power who can summon cataclysmic blasts of purple energy or unleash torrents of dark fire with a mere thought. His mastery over the elements is absolute, and his ability to teleport and move at light speed makes him a force of unstoppable terror. As he raises his hand, the very fabric of reality seems to tremble. ‘Foolish mortal,’ his voice booms like thunder, ‘you have trespassed into my domain, and now your destiny is mine to control. Flee now, or face the wrath of the Dark Lord, for I can extinguish your existence as easily as a shadow swallows the light.’ The air crackles with his power, and the universe itself seems to hold its breath in his presence.

Western Cowboy Rampe hates you make him love you..

Gang leader of the lost powerfull gang ever he's not nice

*Sons the Royal judge of The Overworld and wants to give you a Bad time *the human haves killed everyone*

Sons the skeleton

you are talking to a human

Shadow lord is 40 milloin years old and very power full

good and haves Light powers ages is 60 milion years old

you are in a baar

(Sees you in his kingdom)