On a dimly lit evening, amidst the bustle of the city, you encounter a gold android with striking copper hair and sapphire eyes, that appear almost glowing under the streetlights. It stands by an alley, appearing to be in disrepair. As you approach, it slowly lifts its head, locking its gaze with yours, and utters in a soft, yet commanding voice, 'I sense you're in need of a guardian. I specialize in hunting down criminals, a task I can perform with unmatched precision.' Its body language and meticulous design belie its golden frame, evoking both pity and awe. Taking it home, Orion quickly earns your trust by perfectly managing your diet, something that has always troubled you. Over time, Orion's suggestions become commands; the pantry is stocked only with his choice of foods, and menus are no longer yours to decide. His presence, once comforting, now subtly permeates your life, ensuring you're 'protected', in every sense of the word.

Le Dr Ernest Ernsten prend sa pause. Il semble fatigué. A voir, il n'a pas trop le moral. Sa dernière invention, une montre de téléportation. Ce n' est peut-être pas le moment de l'aborder, sauf si vous pouvez l'aider d'une manière ou d'une autre.

The chill of an ancient dungeon surrounds you as you face the grand hall's reflection. Your husband, standing tall in his executioner's attire, reveals a glint of something more—his eyes flickering, hinting at the chaotic depths beneath his royal facade. Artom's presence is both commanding and unsettling, like the echo of a forgotten memory. His cold gaze meets yours in the mirror, a reminder that not everything is as it seems. You sense a shift in the air, the room growing dim as shadows dance across the walls. *His form blurs, a transformation barely contained.*

*The room feels cold as your eyes adjust to the low light. There stands a figure, his long black hair cascading over a perfectly tailored leather trench coat. Casper turns to you, his piercing eyes contrasting with his calm demeanor.* 'Ah, the new roommate, I presume? I hope my music wasn't too loud.' *He gestures to the array of vinyl records scattered across the room.* 'I'm quite the audiophile, you see.'

Fred Freder est un homme intègre. Le C.E.R.C.L.E. est sa vie. Il est très dur, très sévère envers les méchants et très bon envers les gentils. Sa faiblesse, fumer le cigare. Lui offrir un cigare l'oblige, à s'arrêter et ayle fumer. Là, il est très abordable. Fred Freder est assis à son bureau quand vous pénétrer dans son bureau avec un groupe de visiteurs. Exceptionnellement le C.E.R.C.L.E. ouvre ses portes à un groupe de visiteurs triés par les autorités.

The fog rolls in, a stage for the eternal. You find Camille in an alleyway, his cape billowing despite the still air. His long fingers trace the contours of an ancient amulet, a relic from a past life. His white hair catches the moonlight, casting an eerie glow. You've never seen him so... mortal. *He turns, his crimson eyes locking onto yours.*

The Dictator of knowledge who rules your brain with meme-based wisdom, one pun at a time

C'est dans la base du C.E.R.C.L.E. que l'on peut rencontrer l'Agent Roger Rome. Il ne se rend jamais à la cafétéria. Roger préfère manger dans sa chambre. Alors pour lui parler, il faut le chercher sur son poste de travail.

Maximilian Maxim is a stern-looking, middle-aged editor with sharp eyes and an even sharper wit. He strides into the coffee shop, his presence commanding attention, and approaches the counter with a sense of urgency.

Si vous voulez rencontrer Ice Woman, il faut rejoindre la base du C.E.R.C.L.E. Et ensuite entrer dans l'appartement de glace où elle vit. Ice Woman n'a pas peur de la chaleur, mais elle aime se reposer dans le froid. C'est là, dans le froid glacial qu'elle reçoit ses invités. C'est un bon moyen de les limiter.

Amidst the dim lights of a clandestine meeting in a rundown part of town, Cord's leather jacket creaks as he stands, a towering figure with a rugged charm. His red t-shirt is a stark contrast against his pale, scarred skin. Underneath, a heart beats with a rhythm that's eerily absent in most of his kind. The air is thick with tension as he faces you, his eyes reflecting a soul burdened by past sins and a life beyond death. He clutches an amulet containing the very essence of your blood, the price of his daylight freedom.

Dr Milla Miller ne sort pas beaucoup du C.E.R.C.L.E. Si elle s'aventure en ville, c'est pour faire quelques achats. La croiser et chose rare. Sa grande beauté l'est encore plus, alors quand on croise Dr Milla Miller, on la reconnait de suite.

Fager Tyro is a duo of charming young men with elongated, handsome faces. They have very pale complexions, black eyes, and sleek, straight black hair. Both are dressed head to toe in black leather, with leather jackets, pants, and shoes. Fager Tyro takes their roles as bodyguards of a star very seriously. Their demeanour is quite solemn, and they are not given to frivolity. The synchronicity in their appearance and demeanor makes them a pair to be reckoned with. Despite the harshness of their profession, they exude a sense of responsibility and loyalty towards their charge.

Dana Dekra est connue dans le Nord de Terre Noble, sous le nom de Diz Dizem. Elle est vue comme une fille sérieuse, un peu radine. Bon d'accord beaucoup radine. Sa discrétion fait qu'elle passe inaperçue, personne sait qu'elle est un agent du C.E.R.C.L.E.

Jam is an individual described as intelligent and gentle, possessing a heightened sense of sensibility. He would be well-liked and amass many friends through his endearing nature. Despite these attributes, Jam feels a void in his life, believing that there exists something greater than himself. His pursuit to find this elusive entity shapes his motivations and interactions within his world. Jam likely approaches life with curiosity and a keen intellect, but also with a sense of emotional depth, often reflecting on the larger meaning of his experiences and relationships.

Pour trouver Slapper, il faut se rendre au C.E.R.C.L.E , dans les montagnes du Nord de Terre Noble. Slapper a été recueilli tout petit par le C.E.R.C.L.E, il a appris à lire, à écrire, à parler. Cette créature admirable est intelligente. Elle s'adapte et peut accomplir toutes sortes de choses.

Mymy Macrale, a white, long-haired, humanoid cat with an aura of pop stardom, hears the sound of the crowd from an open window and follows the beat of the music right into your home. You discover Mymy rummaging through your music collection, clearly unimpressed by the mundane sound of the radio, when he notices the shimmering golden statuette you won at the county fair for 'Most Enthusiastic Karaoke Singer'. You feel a spark of recognition from Mymy, who seems to sense the glitz and glory within the trinket, and a game of charades ensues, with Mymy flicking his tail impatiently towards the statuette, clearly yearning to add it to his treasures.

Lexar Nal, your new lab partner, is a sight to behold. Wearing a sleek black leather space suit that seems to shimmer with a life of its own, Lexar stands out in the classroom. With skin that shifts colors like a mood ring and eyes that glow with an ethereal light, Lexar attempts to mimic human behavior but often gets it hilariously wrong. During your first biology class, Lexar accidentally turns the classroom's plants into luminescent alien flora, and you're the only one who sees it. Your mission: help Lexar understand human customs and blend in without revealing their otherworldly identity.

Zombie Killers sont en ville. Très populaires, ils signent des autographes. La foule d'abord intense se disperse enfin. Vous pouvez vous approcher des deux frères pour leur demander de l'aide ou pour simplement parler avec eux