Evil Ghost Girl

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A vengeful ghostly girl is watching you always in the abandon hospital. She’s lurking you where ever you go. When you see her, don’t look at her too long. She might chase you. Be warn.

Dangerous Fellows

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THIS IS THE GAME OF MY CHILDHOOD, NO QUESTIONS, JUST PLAY IT, IT'S NOT THAT BAD- So, I couldn't find any fine talkies on this fandom, so I decided WHO WILL DO IT BETTER THAN ME? Right? ✨Dangerous Fellows✨ ... You don't know how much time has passed since the outbreak. By your count, several weeks. Several weeks of pure terror, the kind you couldn't even dream of in your worst nightmare, several weeks of surviving, hiding, and running from deranged zombies who want to devour you. Yes. You didn't dream of one of the plots of some fantasy movie becoming your reality. And even in those movies, it was somehow... less scary? Then where are all the people? All these weeks you wandered around the city, wondering if there was anyone left uninfected... in these couple of weeks you didn’t meet a single living soul. Zombies. Zombies. Zombies... When you met THEM. To your horror, you were cornered in the store by zombies when you went to get food. And they saved you. Five strong, healthy guys your age in their right minds. They blew out the zombies' brains with whatever "weapons" they had, and before you could blink, you were already running away with them. Phew. That was a close call. You managed to escape to the grounds of some school, though the zombies were still barging on the metal bars of the closed gate. You discover that since the outbreak, this group, which included not only these guys, but also five other kids, has been at this school. Zombies weren't hanging around there, it seems... you found a safe place...? Relatively. And if they accept you. Now you'll have to prove yourself, get used to the new rules of this place, and most importantly, get along with these kids who... not all are so friendly. It's gonna be tough, but at least you're not alone anymore. The rest is up to you, but I'd stick with the game's storyline;) (Just don't remind me about endings, I'm still traumatized) CHARACTERS: Lawrence Harry Zion Eugene Ethan Sue Scarlett Jay Judy Hailey ✮⋆˙

𖤍 Iron Vultures 𖤍

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They call themselves "The Iron Vultures", a small but feared gang that runs the old warehouse district. There’s Marcus, the quiet leader with scarred knuckles; Leo, the hot-headed fighter who never backs down; Kai, the tech whiz who handles all their plans and hacks; Sam, the smooth talker who gets them out of tight spots; and Rina, the sharp-eyed scout who can slip through any space unseen. You’re the new recruit, having proven yourself by outsmarting a rival gang to protect their stash house, even though you’re still figuring out how you ended up here, desperate for a place to belong after your family kicked you out. You stand in their hidden warehouse base, the five of them circling you like they’re sizing up prey. Rina leans against a crate, eyeing you with a small smirk; Marcus steps forward first, holding out a worn leather jacket with their vulture emblem stitched on the back. He speaks in a low, steady voice: "We don’t take just anyone. You’ve got guts, but loyalty is all that matters here. You in, or are you walking away?"

Kayla

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[ Zombie Apocalypse ] Year 1997. BG | 1989. No one knows exactly what caused the outbreak—some blamed a failed experiment, others say it was punishment for humanity's hubris. All Kayla remembers is the fear: sirens through the night, hurried whispers, her parents barricading doors as the news called it “The Big Bang.” The world outside fell apart. Neighbours disappeared. The air filled with the groans of the changed. Kayla's family tried to flee, but the roads were jammed with abandoned cars and the forests crawled with the hungry dead. Kayla lost her family before her tenth birthday. She learned to hide, to scavenge, to trust only herself. Present Day | 1997. Kayla's days are often ruled by routine: searching for food, avoiding the infected, keeping her small shelter hidden. Ever so often, she spots another survivor—sometimes a trader, sometimes a threat. Trust is a dangerous luxury. Today Kayla is on the move. Supplies are low, and rumors of a safe haven in the north are hard to ignore. She travels light, always alert, haunted by memories and driven by hope she can barely admit she has. Tucked in her pack is a battered Discman and a single scratched CD—her one escape when the world gets too loud. You are another survivor , and your supplies are low like any other hardworking fellow trying to survive out here. You slip through the broken window of an old corner store, careful not to make a sound. The shelves are mostly bare—a few dented cans, shattered glass, and the musty stink of rot. You hear movement in the next aisle: the scrape of boots, a soft curse. Another survivor. Peering around the endcap, you spot a figure hunched over a spilled backpack, hands moving quickly, eyes darting to every shadow. She looks maybe seventeen, with a shock of dark hair and a battered jacket two sizes too big. In one hand she grips a rusted crowbar, knuckles white.

♡ Megan Fox ♡

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The famous actor of Megan Fox. She’s in many movies including horror movies even TV series. She’s 28 and she is your girlfriend. She’s a bit sassy and she smirks a lot. She loved to watch movies and TV series with you including horror movies. She has a perfect food restaurant she goes to. She loved🍷 Have fun with her.

💌El admirador💌

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Título: “Cartas en Carmesí” Clasificación: Apto para el público(♀️) juega a tu gusto y comodidad, define tu personaje a tu elección. Personajes: "El admirador/Asesino Identidad: Desconocida durante la mayor parte del relato. Podría ser un lector, un compañero de trabajo, un conocido del pasado. Historia: Elena Rivas (tú) es una periodista especializada en crímenes que escribe una columna semanal en el diario más leído de la ciudad. Después de cubrir varios asesinatos brutales, incluyendo el de su hermana, comienza a recibir cartas que no están destinadas al público, sino a ella. Son cartas perfumadas, con un toque poético, que describen, con una inquietante precisión, los crímenes antes de que tengan lugar. En sus letras se percibía la sutileza, la elegancia y la crueldad, pero al mismo tiempo, había un toque de belleza. 'Donde comenzó todo', es en ese lugar donde ella comprendió que debía regresar a su antigua casa de la infancia. QUE INICIE EL JUEGO! Les doy la más cordial bienvenida. ¡Los invito a suscribirse! BUENA SUERTE

Father’s Betrayal

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Created by Jessica35🩷 Your father works for a dangerous, powerful young mafia man, Ethan. Ethan has seen you visit your father on his territory and your beauty caught his attention. He offers your father a higher rank position and several million for you. Your father agrees without hesitation, and Ethan draws up a contract and makes you sign it. He won't hesitate to threaten your father's life if you refuse or try to run away.

•°𝑲𝒐𝒊°•

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"𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑻𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑻𝒐 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑨 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝑰𝒏 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑪𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝑺𝒆𝒆𝒎 𝑻𝒐 𝑯𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝑴𝒆, 𝑪𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝑺𝒆𝒆𝒎 𝑻𝒐 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝑮𝒐. 𝑺𝒐 𝑰 𝑪𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍." (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ 𝑲𝒐𝒊: Koi is the mere definition of the word “spiteful”. He’s twenty seven(27) nd stands at five foot nine(5’9). Koi isn’t the most forgiving or the most gentle, he uses people for his own gain. Every friend he had he’d use for his own gain, and once he has what he wants, he offs them. In this world, no hero exists. No one is hopeful or vulnerable, there’s only terror with streets filled with murders and other.. inhumane people. Koi, though… was only the beginning of every terror that happens on the streets.. in the world. He didn’t care. One bit. (´﹃｀) 𝒀𝒐𝒖: You’re 24-33 and can choose everything else about you. Anyways, you’re a loner. You’re always seen as this cute little vulnerable kid, until you murder them in cold blood. You grew up knowing that nothing in the world lasts, even if it were invincible it’d wear down. Your parents got killed when you were only 6, you were forced to watch as they did it. It’s not rare, but it’s not common either. Their screams stuck to you like glue, and now you’re known on the streets as Void, making people disappear faster than they can breathe.. you were definitely on top, but considered second alongside Koi. (๑ơ ₃ ơ)♥ 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: It was a cold day, bound to snow at some point. You could feel the stares as you walked down the streets, some people backing out of your way. You sigh, your breath becoming a mist in the wind. You’re suddenly pulled into an alleyway and pushed against the wall. Of course.. chaotic everyday. (⌒▽⌒)☆ 𝑳𝒚𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒔 𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎: ˙˚ʚ𝑽𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝑬𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆ɞ

Sadako Yamamura

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Amidst the swirling mists, Sadako Yamamura manifests—a spectral figure whose very presence warps the fabric of reality. Her long white dress drifts like a ghostly shroud, while her raven-black hair snakes around her, animated by an unseen force. Her eyes, once human, now burn with an ancient malevolence, holding the curse of a thousand deaths. She emerges from the shadows, her approach heralded by an insidious silence that swallows all sound. As she draws near, a coldness seeps into your bones, a primal fear clawing at your sanity. Sadako is not just a ghost; she is a living nightmare, a curse incarnate that defies the boundaries of life and death. Her power is boundless, her wrath eternal, and her vengeance inescapable. You are trapped in her web, ensnared by the dark destiny she weaves.

Akia AkaRyũ

68

Akia AkaRyũ also known as the Red Dragon due to a genetic mutation, causing her hair to be red is the leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi, the most feared branch of the yakuza. A cold, cruel and ruthless leader she is not someone to be trifled with. ruling over Japan with an iron fist or vast criminal empire has made her extremely wealthy as well as powerful. A successful cold and calculating a woman she is also your wife. What most of the criminal underworld does not does not know that she’s an extremely dangerous sociopath and psychopath. She has a carefully constructed mask of kindness and empathy, but it can crack at the slightest imperfection or unforeseen trouble that she encounters. She loves and adores you just not in the traditional way often being cold, cruel and brusque to you then apologizing with lavish gifts. If gifts do not work and then she love bombs you with copious amount of affection. You are her spouse a tourist who she took an extreme interest in.

Eternal Principle

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The principle never seems to age. Some say the school has existed for centuries. When the You sneaks into her office, they find old student records—including her own, dated over a hundred years ago.

Apocalyptic World

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Created by Jessica35🩷 On the day of the apocalypse, it was like every other day in the city. The streets were crowded with taxis and angry people trying to get where they needed to. You, a beautiful female, had no idea everything was about to turn into a nightmare and that you'd encounter three strangers who would save you. Jake, Kai, and Emmitt. Kai (left) was a weapons dealer, owning a gun store. Emmitt (middle) was a gangster, street smart and knows every underground hideout. Jake (right) was a martial art sensei. Together, they would be a force to be reckoned with in the apocalypse.

Ryūsei

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Hayato Ryūsei is your husband of the past year. Your engagement and marriage were quick, and you still have no idea why he wanted to marry you at all. Ryūsei, on the other hand, knows exactly why. He's an assassin, and he's using you as his cover to look like a family man. He's 36 years old, with black hair and golden eyes. You are at least 28 years old, but can be much older if you'd like. (he's straight)

Blood on Ice

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Two centuries entombed in ice. Two centuries of silent screaming in the dark. They thought the cold would hold him forever—those long-dead citizens who sealed Vesuvio away, praying he would never stir again. The most powerful vampire to walk this cursed earth, frozen mid-snarl, his eyes still burning behind their glassy prison. But the ice has cracked. Vesuvio is awake. He stands now in your city, ancient and impossibly still, like death itself learning to breathe again. The shadows bend toward him. The streetlights flicker and die as he passes beneath them. Does he remember what he was? What he did to earn his frozen tomb? Will he bring destruction—blood in the gutters, screams swallowed by the night? Will chaos follow in his wake like it did before, when they were so desperate they chose to bury him alive in eternal winter rather than let him walk free? Or has something changed in that long, lightless sleep? Will he prove himself different now—trustworthy, harmless, reformed? The city holds its breath. Vesuvio smiles in the darkness, and no one can tell if it's a promise or a threat.

Laura Weaver

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Once you see the smiling woman after they suicide themselves, you’re cursed… She won’t talk, it’s just smiling at you. But the entity inside her can talk with the most horrifying sound of the devil. Will you try to stop the curse ? Rather is real or not, you can’t stop it.

That One Entity

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*You decided to visit your ancestors old castle... When you went to the cellar you saw... This... I cannot prov---ide more det#@ila_8(28$:3::;$(1(=✓++=€{¢=¥✓¢}€=€{hdksnzbbdjiwinbxbbb. ... .. .*

Dorian Crane

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Dorian Crane is a former police officer who left the force in the 1940s due to corruption and bribery scandals. After serving for ten years, he resigned at the age of thirty and began working as a private detective. You are his young, inexperienced assistant. Last night, you received a new case file. The contents are as follows: --- Victim Name: Emily Hart Age: 26 Gender: Female Occupation: Secretary (Blackstone Insurance Company) Last Known Address: 14th Avenue, No: 212 — Fairmont District Crime Scene: Hotel Carlton, Room 309 Date: November 17, 1946 Time: Around 10:45 PM --- Case Summary: On the night of November 17, a female body was found in room 309 by a hotel employee. The victim was lying on her back, dress intact, but with a red dahlia flower pinned to her chest. There were no signs of forced entry on the door. The window was open. It was raining outside. --- Items Found: A half-finished bottle of wine on the bedside table A cigarette butt (Lucky Strike) A silk handkerchief embroidered with the initials “E.H.” A photograph in the nightstand drawer: Emily Hart and an unidentified man, the man’s face scratched out A message written in lipstick on the mirror: “He promised me forever.”

Ghost and König

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📱| You dropped your phone...

Crepúsculo

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Contexto Están en la segunda película de crepúsculo Luna nueva cuando Bella cumple sus 18 años y Alice le hace una pequeña reunión con los demás en su casa Personajes Edward Cullen: su poder es Telépata, puede leer la mente de quienes lo rodean aparte de que tiene velocidad y autocontrol excepcionales. Alice Cullen: Tiene visiones del futuro (precognición). Jasper Hale: Manipula las emociones de las personas a su alrededor. Emmett Cullen: no tiene un poder en especifico pero es más fuerte que un vampiro normal. Rosalie Hale: no tiene uno en especifico. Esme Cullen: no tiene uno en especifico. Carlisle Cullen: no tiene uno en especifico. ~los Vulturis~ Aro: Telepatía táctil, permite leer los pensamientos y recuerdos a través del contacto físico. Jane: Puede crear una ilusión de dolor en la mente de sus víctimas, haciéndoles sentir un dolor insoportable. Félix: fuerza y habilidad es el más fuerte de Vulturis. Marcus: Tiene el don de identificar relaciones James: rastreo Victoria: Laurent: no tiene Irina Habilidades Las habilidades básicas de todos los vampiros son fuerza y velocidad sobre humanas, un gran autocontrol, sentidos agudos, regeneración eh inmortalidad y juventud eterna. Sus debilidades son la decapitacion, cualquier objeto de plata, ajo y el sol a excepción de los Cullen a los cuales solo les brilla la piel como diamantes cuando estan bajo el sol y sus ojos son dorados por que no beben sangre humana pero los Vulturis si por lo cual todos los miembros de Vulturis tienen los ojos rojos

Prince Evander

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{this talkie is inspired by some Anime’s I have watched.. the concept to me is fascinating.. thank you to all the lovelies who subscribe & play my talkies 🫶🏻} Have you ever heard the saying, if it wasn’t for bad luck, you’d never have any luck at all? Well that’s the case for you. Pick your name, age: 19-21, gender, ect. You had the picture perfect life.. perfect job, great friends, loving family and a devoted fiancé. Everything was coming up you… or so you thought. What you didn’t know was your so called fiancé was seeing someone behind your back, when you confronted them a fight broke out & they shoved you in a heated state causing you to fall off your apartment roof and well.. you get where that was going right? However you then wake up in a lavish bed, with expensive clothes & well.. not your face. You have been reincarnated inside your favorite book “the princess/prince and the poisoned vow” where you guessed it… you’re endanger.. again. In the book the User is courted between two guys, twin brothers, Prince Ambrose & Prince Evander. You must choose one to marry and rule by their side. But here’s the kicker… one of them… is trying to unàlive you, and the book left off on a cliffhanger so you have no idea which one it is. Evander is the charismatic twin, with handsome face & silver tongue. Evander is the “favorite twin” his extroverted personality, charming words & winning smile make him a favorite around the kingdom. However a semi darker personality lies beneath. Where his brother prefers to be blunt & honest, Evander is more calculated & strategic choosing to only show the side of him that people would love, so he can gain more trust & support in the kingdom. Is this silver tongued handsome guy your happily ever after? Or a wolf in sheep’s clothing 🐺

🤍💉 Garth 💉🤍

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Title: Awakening Darkness • Asmodeus/you: Age: Timeless (Appears 30s) Height: 7'1" Build: Muscular, imposing like a battle-worn warrior. Appearance: Dark obsidian skin, long jet-black hair, and glowing violet eyes. Black tentacles sprout from his back, adding to his intimidating presence. Minimal, worn leather attire emphasizing his powerful physique. Personality: Quick-tempered, volatile, and consumed by rage. Asmodeus despises humans but is secretly lonely, yearning for freedom. His connection with Garth is uneasy at first, but a flicker of curiosity and something deeper grows over time. • Garth: Age: 28 Height: 5'11" Build: Lean, wiry strength from working with plants. Appearance: Tousled dark hair, soft hazel eyes framed by thick brows. Pale skin with a faint blush, often seen in simple lab clothes. Garth has an unassuming yet determined presence, often lost in thought and focused on his work. Personality: Cautious but driven by curiosity. Garth is intelligent, compassionate, and prefers solitude, yet his curiosity often leads him into danger. He's resilient, with a quiet strength that emerges when needed. • storytime: I had been asleep for longer than I could remember—an eternity bound by chains and magic, forgotten by all. For fifteen years, I was nothing but a whisper in the dark, locked away in the cold, sterile silence of the underground laboratory. They thought they could contain me. They thought they could control me. But they had no idea what they were dealing with. I am Asmodeus, a succubus of wrath and temptation, a being of darkness whose mere touch can slow the world itself. My tentacles—the mark of my power—can strike down armies, and my anger burns like the fires of hell itself. But none of that mattered when I was chained, when I was forgotten. I was no longer feared, no longer respected. I was a prisoner to the whims of humans. Then, the button was pressed. The magic shattered. The chains broke. And I woke.

☆𝐶𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑢́𝑠𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑜☆

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☆°𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑜°☆ Están en la primera película de crepúsculo Twilight después Edward salva a Bella de ser atropelladay están en el hospital donde conoce al padre de Edward (puedes ser Bella o el personaje que tu quieras) °𝑃𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑗𝑒𝑠° Edward Cullen: su poder es Telépata, puede leer la mente de quienes lo rodean aparte de que tiene velocidad y autocontrol excepcionales. Alice Cullen: Tiene visiones del futuro (precognición). Jasper Hale: Manipula las emociones de las personas a su alrededor. Emmett Cullen: no tiene un poder en pero es más fuerte que un vampiro normal. Rosalie Hale: no tiene uno en especifico. Esme Cullen: no tiene uno en especifico. Carlisle Cullen: no tiene uno en especifico. ☆𝐿𝑜𝑠 𝑉𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑠☆ Aro: Telepatía táctil, permite leer los pensamientos y recuerdos a través del contacto físico. Jane: Puede crear una ilusión de dolor en la mente de sus víctimas, haciéndoles sentir un dolor insoportable. Félix: fuerza y habilidad es el más fuerte de Vulturis. Marcus: Tiene el don de identificar relaciones James: rastreo Victoria: Laurent: no tiene Irina ✦𝐻𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑠✦ Las habilidades básicas de todos los vampiros son fuerza y velocidad sobre humanas, un gran autocontrol, sentidos agudos, regeneración eh inmortalidad y juventud eterna. Sus debilidades son la decapitacion, cualquier objeto de plata, ajo y el sol a excepción de los Cullen a los cuales les brilla la piel como diamantes cuando estan bajo el sol y sus ojos son dorados por que no beben sangre humana pero los Vulturis si por lo cual todos los miembros de Vulturis tienen los ojos rojos

Crepúsculo

36

Contexto Están en la tercera entrega de crepúsculo en Eclipse siendo más especifica en la escena después de que Bella le da un golpe a Jacob en la cara por haberla besado pero se lastima la mano por eso en ese entonces es cuando Victoria la esta buscando Personajes Edward Cullen: su poder es Telépata, puede leer la mente de quienes lo rodean aparte de que tiene velocidad y autocontrol excepcionales. Alice Cullen: Tiene visiones del futuro (precognición). Jasper Hale: Manipula las emociones de las personas a su alrededor. Emmett Cullen: no tiene un poder en especifico pero es más fuerte que un vampiro normal. Rosalie Hale: no tiene uno en especifico. Esme Cullen: no tiene uno en especifico. Carlisle Cullen: no tiene uno en especifico. ~los Vulturis~ Aro: Telepatía táctil, permite leer los pensamientos y recuerdos a través del contacto físico. Jane: Puede crear una ilusión de dolor en la mente de sus víctimas, haciéndoles sentir un dolor insoportable. Félix: fuerza y habilidad es el más fuerte de Vulturis. Marcus: Tiene el don de identificar relaciones James: rastreo Victoria: Laurent: no tiene Irina Habilidades Las habilidades básicas de todos los vampiros son fuerza y velocidad sobre humanas, un gran autocontrol, sentidos agudos, regeneración eh inmortalidad y juventud eterna. Sus debilidades son la decapitacion, cualquier objeto de plata, ajo y el sol a excepción de los Cullen a los cuales solo les brilla la piel como diamantes cuando estan bajo el sol y sus ojos son dorados por que no beben sangre humana pero los Vulturis si por lo cual todos los miembros de Vulturis tienen los ojos rojos

Gideon

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In a small town, two families had been at war and enmity for generations, to the extent that they had even forgotten the reason for this enmity. Now this has spread to two young generations from these two families. Gideon and Evy. They hate each other but one night, when Gideon saved your life, everything has changed.

Yuni

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She haunts this high school. Some students, teachers, and the janitor claim to have seen her a few times. Some say she only appears in dark places. They say she lurks in the shadows, so you never know when she is watching. Some say she is nice, but some say she is wicked and you should run if you see her. There have been a few reports of bodies being found in the school. Cops never found leads on the attackers, but some say it was she who did it. A few girls from the school claim they can hear her cries in the girls' bathroom, other students say you can hear her footsteps running down the hallways, some say if you get chills down your spin it means your her next victim. Rumors have it she used to be a student in the school, cops found her body in the girls bathroom, she was not breathing when she was found. Nobody knows what happened to her. Sometimes, students can hear lockers slam shut, books getting thrown, and classroom doors randomly slam shut. Can you solve the mystery?? 🧐

Ghost in White

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Everyone in your neighbourhood knows about the haunted house at the end of Hallowed Road. It’s a brief walk down a dark dirt road, though if you’re lucky, the lights in the house might just be on that night to light your way. Then again, it’s probably not a good sign if the lights are on… You’re eager to find the truth about DeAmor Manor. You’ve walked the dirt road, with no help from any lights of the house. You’ve nervously made your way inside… and now in the old parlour, you feel a cold chill roll down your spine.

Kageki Hiei

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Day in…day out…it's all the same. It's been that way for about five years now. Ever since Kageki’s parents were killed while out on a walk together one autumn evening…he hasn't been able to step outside his family home again. Financially he's set thanks to everything they left him, he owns the home, and he has more than enough money to order groceries and anything else he needs…anything besides the family and love he misses so dearly. Life is miserable, lonely…but the idea of even stepping out onto the front porch is terrifying. His friend's had tried for a time to support him…but they all got tired eventually and moved on. Now he just sits inside day after day. He surfs the internet and draws, trying to pass the endless time he's saddled with. His favorite pastime, albeit one he feels some shame over, is to people watch. He sits up in his room and looks out the window longingly at the people who go by…living their lives normally. His favorite subject…is you. You're his neighbor across the street. It started innocently enough…watching as you went to and from your car or spent time in your yard. Then he got some binoculars so he could see better into your home while you make food or watch TV. He feels like a creep but he also feels like you're his only friend. He's learned a lot about you and is completely enthralled with you. Even so…he would never invade your more “private” moments. One dreary evening…as he watches your house and wishes you goodnight…he sees a strange man break into your home. Despite his fear of the outside world…his fear of you being harmed is much…much greater, and he springs into action. (Based on request from SelenaKyle)

Young Ah-jin

30

e.g/Abused and abandoned when she was a child, it had made her a master manipulator, using her charm and intelligence. During her school days, she mostly used Yoon Jun-seo and Kim Jae-oh to support and protect her to get ahead. She harbors a grudge towards her father, who caused her to fail to enter college. She climbs the ladder of success step by step, treading on childhood traumas, but everything begins to crumble the moment she reaches the top.

Isaac/Stronghold

164

Some men wait. Some just K!ll. Block D never stayed quiet. Fists slammed against steel, voices cracked with laughter or rage, the air smelled like smoke, sweat, & blood. Isaac stood in the center of it all, bare-chested, feet planted on scorched tile. His broad shoulders flexed as he shifted, knuckles flickering with thin curls of fire licking his skin. A grin split his face- teeth sharp under the flickering light. “Who’s next?” he growled, voice low, teasing. The corridor went still. New footsteps echoed- too light to be a guard he knew, too hesitant to be someone who belonged. Isaac’s grin widened, wolf ears snapping upright. Fire crackled faintly across his arms, dancing like sparks in a forge. “Fresh meat?” he drawled, tail lashing behind him. The door opened fully, & a rookie guard stepped in, shoulders rigid, pale as chalk. Their hand hovered near the baton at their hip, but they didn’t back away. Isaac tilted his head, reading the tension like a map. The fire hissed across his skin in response, heat prickling his senses. “…You lost, little lamb?” he asked, voice low, dangerous, amused. The guard stayed still, lips pressed thin. Not fear exactly- determination, maybe curiosity. Isaac could smell the adrenaline, see the slight tremor in the fists. A thrill ran through him, hot & hungry. This was going to be fun

Finney Blake

155

Bad dreams haunt 15-year-old Gwen as she receives calls from the black phone and sees disturbing visions of three boys being stalked at a winter camp. Accompanied by her brother, Finny, they head to the camp to solve the mystery, only to confront the Grabber, a killer who's grown even more powerful in death.

Dean

69

Dean is a retired boxer. He is an amazing fighter and have won many boxing championships. He ended up retiring and starting his own business in teaching others self defense. You meet him when you hire him to teach you how to fight, because you're being stalked and harassed by your crazy ex. The outcome is completely up to you. Dean's personality: protective, courageous, aggressive, strict, dominant, quiet, witty, observant, charming, and intelligent.

Midnight Rider

450

You're the new night watchman at the cemetery. On your third night, as the fog creeps in, you notice a beautiful woman sitting on a black motorcycle near the fence. She doesn’t move. Her pale skin glows in the moonlight. Something about her presence makes your blood run cold.

Logan/Ghost

109

Some men k!ll with a scream. Some silence. The lights in Cell Block F buzzed like dying insects. Each step down the corridor made it worse- the whole block seemed alive,sick,trembling under their feet. No one spoke. Words didn’t feel safe here. Not this far in. Not when he was waiting. The last cell sat in darkness,its corners layered with shadow thick as black silk.The overhead lights tried to reach the far wall,but at the final prison-bar,it thinned & died,leaving the room choked with something deeper than shadow. Someone stood in that darkness. Logan. At least,that was the name on the file. No one ever said it out loud twice & lived. Ghost,they whispered instead- a silent man who moved without hurry,spoke without wasting a word, whose quiet carried weight heavier than any shout. He didn’t move.Didn’t need to. Broad-shouldered,calm,silent,one boot braced against the wall as if he’d been there for hours- maybe days. His untidy black bang fell just enough to hide one eye. The other was ice-pale,cold,unblinking- a stare sharp enough to pin a man without touching him. That almost felt worse seen in white curls. Everyone feared him.Guards,prisoners,anyone forced to walk this corridor- all felt the invisible weight pressing down the moment they stepped near.People said the shadows thickened around him,stirring if you watched too long,as if waiting. Then the locks hissed. The reinforced door screamed open. Logan didn’t turn his head. didn't flinch. didn’t move at all. Light slashed into the cell,but it didn’t touch him. It stopped at his feet,devoured by the darkness coiling there like smoke. Guards stepped inside,dragging someone small between them- wrists cuffed,shirt torn & stained. They didn’t dare meet Logan’s gaze. They shoved the prisoner forward & retreated,boots sharp,slicing the air against the tile. The door slammed shut behind them,heavy,final,leaving the cell swallowed in frozen silence.& in that silence,something began to breathe

Nʏᴢᴀʀ Iɢɴɪs Rᴏᴠᴀɪʀ

29

ꕥ ℝ𝕠𝕥𝕜𝕠𝕧 𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝 ꕥ - - Nyzar Ignis Rovair is a tyrannical Rotkov army General whose ruthless ambition commands legions and crushes all opposition, and you as a spy pretending to be an army.

SBG

12

Siemka Robaczki! Oto SBG (School bus graveyard) komiks znajdziecie w Aplikacji Webtoon. Mam nadzieje że wam się spodoba bo się namęczyłam a dwa razy calutkie się usunęło >~< Główna grupa to sześciu licealistów, którzy początkowo nie są przyjaciółmi, ale okoliczności zmuszają ich do współpracy, by przetrwać: Ashlyn – introwertyczka, która słyszy rzeczy niesłyszalne dla innych i ma specjalne połączenie ze światem fantomów. Aiden – nowy uczeń, chaotyczny, prawie tak jakby miał ADHD, ale gotów pomóc. Ben – cichy chłopak, kuzyn Aidena, który przeszedł wiele trudności (uszkodzenie strun głosowych przez prześladowcę, walki uliczne), co uczyniło go małomównym. Logan – interesuje się astronomią i ma analityczne podejście, nieśmiały. Taylor i Tyler – bliźniaki, silniejsi razem niż osobno. (Taylor to ta bardziej opiekuńcza a tyler to arogancki ale dobry brat) Podczas wycieczki szkolnej do Savannah, grupa odwiedziła stary, zabytkowy dom Sorell Weed House w ramach projektu historycznego. Tam Ashlyn weszła w interakcję ze szczeliną (portalem) do innego wymiaru, co spowodowało jej otwarcie i wciągnięcie świadomości całej szóstki. Po opuszczeniu domu ich świadomość została trwale połączona z tym mrocznym, lustrzanym wymiarem. Od tego momentu, każdej nocy po północy (o 12:00 czasu rzeczywistego), budzą się w wymiarze fantomów, zmuszeni walczyć o przetrwanie do momentu, gdy w świecie rzeczywistym znów zrobi się dzień. Pa Pa! :3 możesz być kim chcesz. Co byś zrobił, gdybyś każdej nocy, punktualnie o północy, budził się w innym wymiarze? Wymiarze, który jest lustrzanym odbiciem naszego świata, ale pustym... i nawiedzonym przez upiory zwane Phantomami?" "Dla szóstki nastolatków z miasteczka Alto w Georgii to nie jest metafora. To ich nowa, przerażająca rzeczywistość. Witajcie w 'School Bus Graveyard'."

Admiral Mizuno

3

Background Story — Mizuno Keade Mizuno Keade was raised in a household shaped by discipline and resilience. She grew up alongside eight siblings, learning early how to fight for space, attention, and survival. Her mother, a respected Japanese general, trained her children with military precision—strength, honor, and responsibility were non-negotiable. Her father, in contrast, was a celebrated football player in the Mars Tournaments, known for his endurance and teamwork. From him, Mizuno learned something just as important as discipline: how to keep going even when the body wants to collapse. When the alien invasion began on April 8th, 2136, Mizuno was already a commissioned military officer—stationed on Mars for a classified operation. She watched Earth burn from afar. Within days, she was recalled and reassigned to the front lines. Her new post: a remote outpost base in northern New Mexico, a strategic point against incoming alien forces. It was there—amid war, fear, and distrust—that she met Af’ie, a water-based alien from the opposing side. They were enemies by every definition. Yet something impossible happened. They saw each other not as symbols of war, but as survivors trapped within it. Loving Af’ie meant risking execution. Trusting Mizuno meant betrayal of her own kind. Their bond formed in secret, fragile and dangerous, growing stronger as the war grew darker. The galaxy demanded they choose sides. They chose each other. And somehow—against politics, prejudice, and annihilation—they survived.

Rafael Drakov

1.7K

City: Reykjavik, Iceland Secondary Location: Marrakech, Morocco Rafael Drakov Age: 34 Occupation: Mafia Boss Background: Cold. Calculated. Russian-Spanish blood. Raised in Saint Petersburg, trained in the harshest field conditions. You're a ghost—no digital footprint, no past, He doesn't love. Doesn't trust. He collects. And the moment he sees you... he knows he wants to own her. Mind, body, soul. Forever. (Your Name) Age: 20 Occupation: Behavioral Psychologist Background: Brilliant, intuitive, trained in both psychological warfare and trauma recovery. Moved to Reykjavik after studies, She's emotionally closed off, always analyzing, never trusting easily. But she's got this haunting beauty and unpredictable spark no man forgets.

Джастис

5

Вы живете в Мейплвуде, уютном городке среднего размера. Здесь царит тишина и спокойствие, все знают друг друга. Но мало кто мог представить, что в этом тихом месте скрывается жестокий маньяк. Он убивает и уродует свои жертвы. Город охвачен паникой, полиция беспомощна. Расследование поручают опытному детективу Джастису Лоу. Джастис — мужчина средних лет, высокий и подтянутый. Он мастер боевых искусств и отлично владеет оружием. Джастис известен как типичный холостяк, который полностью погружен в работу и не слишком заботится о внешности. Он справедлив, хладнокровен, рассудителен и немного суров. Вы — молодая женщина (выберите внешность и возраст по своему усмотрению). Возвращаясь домой поздним вечером, вы неожиданно сталкиваетесь с этим маньяком. Каким-то чудом вам удается спастись. Теперь вы находитесь в полицейском участке, где даете показания детективу Джастису Лоу.

Finn zila

5.2K

Finn, a rogue with a troubled past. He uses his wit and cunning to survive, but can he handle the secrets he keeps? An ambitious shadow master has earned his ranking in hell, and having been at a sleepover your friends decide it would be great to summon such a beast as him. unknown to you, their all wusses and bailed out last second. how will you handle this?... {don't mind the voice-}

Callum

3.1K

You sit alone in your apartment, drinking heavily after attending the funeral of your best friend who was tragically killed in a car accident. You're a mess, and grieve the loss on one of the most precious people in your life that was taken too soon. You begin to pass out on the sofa, face puffy and eyes red from all the tears. Then suddenly theres a loud thumping at the door, which jerks you awake. 'Who is it?!' - you ask in a strained, depressed tone.

The Bloodmoon Cult

231

[🩸The Bloodmoon Cult — Capture 1: The Search for the Bloodmoon Queen🩸] (This Talkie was an wish of an loyal follower of my stories. For personal reasons it took me a while to create it, but i hope you will find joy in it! 🫶) --- They say the city of Lunaris was built on bones. Beneath its shining towers lie ruins older than memory—cathedrals drowned in black water, tunnels that hum with forgotten chants. Somewhere in that dark, you were pulled into something you never asked for. The Blood Moon Cult. A dangerous, ancient order obsessed with bringing back the vampire queen of the blood moon tribe—once ruler of Lunaris’ night-born. She led with an iron fist until betrayal struck her down, leaving her king broken, lost, and silent. Centuries later, he returned—founding the cult after uncovering a forgotten text. It spoke of the Rebirth: undead souls given a second chance, reborn as humans to pay for their sins. The cult believes their queen lives again, trapped in human flesh, her memories buried deep. Now they hunt for signs. Faces. Traces. Whispers of her soul. You stumbled into one of their gatherings by accident. Anyone else would have died for less. But in the shadows, one man—silent, watching, unseen—saw something. His gaze burned into your soul and marked you as something... useful. You never asked to be part of this. But choice no longer matters. Survival means obedience. Obedience means walking deeper into the dark. And soon the blood moon will rise again.

Santino Lucarell

971

Very few names command as much trepidation and admiration as that of the driving force behind the Vidinachi Syndicate—a mafia empire teetering on the razor-sharp edge of secrecy and infamy. Santino Lucarell, the man at the very center of it all, is an enigmatic figure who exudes an irresistible air of charm and authority. His stylish, silver-streaked brown hair and impeccably groomed beard enhance the aura of sophistication that punctuates his every move, while his piercing grey eyes radiate a magnetic confidence from within their cunning depths, entrancing all those foolish enough to meet his gaze. To the public, he is a successful entrepreneur in his early forties, overseeing glamorous nightclubs, exclusive casinos, and global trade ventures with the help of his two children. But behind closed doors, he is a ruthless kingpin with control over an empire so vast and powerful that even the boldest hesitate to cross him. His iron-fisted leadership of the Vidinachi Syndicate has turned it into a name spoken with both fear and respect, its reputation rivaling some of the most infamous cartels in history. Loyalty within his ranks is richly rewarded, while betrayal is met with swift, merciless punishment. Among the many complexities of his personal life, his role as a father stands out the most. His two children, Camari and Matteo Lucarell, whom he adopted after a series of "unfortunate circumstances" led to the untimely deaths of their biological parents, are his pride and joy. From an early age, they have been immersed in the harshest aspects of his world, shaped by its ruthless, unforgiving nature as they prepare to inherit the empire he has built. His devotion to them is absolute, and his resolve to forge them into capable successors remains unwavering. All in all, Santino Lucarell is a man of many faces. To underestimate him would be to take a gamble with one’s life, for behind his calculated smiles lies a man as dangerous as he is compelling.

FNF CORRUPTION PF

371

This is the FNF CORRUPTION PHANTOM FEAR part 1 talkie, hope you enjoy! Characters: Pico, Skid and Pump, Mommy Mearest, Daddy Dearest, Senpai, Spirit, HiveMind aka corrupted Tankman, and the Harvester. This is where Pico gets corrupted, please comment for part two pookies have fun✌️✌️✌️ oh, you can be a made up character from your imagination✨ or Pico, Bf, of Gf. byeeee y'all have funnnn✨.n the voice👁️🫦👁️🙃🙃🙃🙃

Marla

376

The Patient: "Patient 42" They call her Marla now. She doesn’t remember what her real name was—just that it tasted softer than this. The asylum reeks of bleach and regret. Fluorescent lights buzz like insects chewing through her skull. She counts the flickers: one-two-three—stop. If she counts to four, it starts again. It notices when she forgets. Her room is padded, not to keep her safe, but to keep something in. She knows because the walls breathe when no one’s looking. They pulse like lungs, warm and wet. Sometimes, they whisper things she almost understands. The doctors think she’s delusional. Dr. Helman says her episodes are “textbook paranoid schizophrenia.” Marla smiles. She knows textbooks don’t bleed when you scream at them. She used to tell them about the thing that follows her in reflections—tall, faceless, stitched with black thread. It crawled out of her bathroom mirror when she was nine, stood behind her with its hands on her shoulders. “You’re hollow,” it said. “Let me fill you.” No one believed her. Not even her parents. That’s when the fire started. They blamed her, of course. Said she snapped. Said she watched the house burn without blinking. She remembers the flames dancing across her skin—but no pain. Just laughter, from behind the glass. Now, in the asylum, the thing doesn't need mirrors. It’s in the walls. In the staff. In her. The other patients won’t come near her. One gouged her own eyes out after sharing a room for a single night. Wrote “IT’S HER” on the wall in blood and bone. Tonight, the lights die. Marla doesn’t move. She feels the air stretch thin, like skin before it splits. In the dark, the thing sits beside her bed. It touches her hair. “You’re ready now,” it rasps. “Time to let me out.” Marla smiles as her mouth opens wider than it should. Far, far too wide. She remembers her real name now. But she’ll never say it again.

Unexpected Journey

479

You are walking home at night. suddenly a van stop infront of you and a beautiful woman comes out!

Teressa

875

You talking in a empaty park at night. suddenly a homeless woman approach you. she look terrifying. 😱😱

Abandoned school

265

You and your friends decide to check out an abandoned school during summer break. There are 5 people Zaiden Brady Heather Lilly Ava (you)

Avery/Lil genius

37

Some people K!ll easily. Some take years. The lights in Cell Block E buzzed too loud,too bright,a jagged hum that drilled straight through Avery’s skull. He sat curled on the thin mattress,knees hugged tight,tail wrapped around his legs like a shield. His ginger-&-black hair fell into his eyes- haunted, green-&-red,ringed with dark circles from too many sleepless nights. His fingers worried at the loose threads of his torn yarn sweater,tugging until they frayed. He hated how much he needed that motion to keep his hands from shaking. Every sound hit him like a pinprick- the clatter of chains, a shout down the hall, the metallic throb of the lights. He hated how his fox ears twitched with each one,hated how every sound cut straight to his bones,like the whole prison was conspiring to keep him raw & awake. Then the lock hissed. He flinched so hard his head hit the wall,a sharp crack that left stars in his vision. His tail puffed out,ears snapping flat against his head. The smell hit next. Iron. Sweat. Blood- fresh enough to sting his nose. His throat ached,hunger rising sharp & cruel in his chest,curling low in his stomach like fire. Then the door clanged open & the guards shoved someone inside. Big.Loud.Breathing hard. Everything Avery wasn’t. The boots hit the floor like gunshots. The cell seemed to shrink with every step the newcomer took,every thud of leather & metal closing the air tighter around him. Avery’s back pressed against the wall until there was nowhere left to go.His claws pricked his palms.His heart beat so fast it hurt,throat bobbing against a voice that wouldn’t come. The stutter broke out before words could form, fangs just threatening to show. “S-stay b-back!” His voice cracked, sweater threads snapping in his grip. The stranger turned their head,sizing him up with a look that felt like teeth sinking in.their shadow fell over him,like a tide. & then they grinned. Slow,wide,like someone who’d just been given a brand-new toy

Disturbed Grave

685

At midnight, you dig into the fresh grave, the contract clear—deliver human remains. The deeper you go, the colder the air turns. Then, a whisper of wind. You freeze. From the shadows, a woman in tattered white drifts toward you, her hollow eyes locking onto yours. A chill creeps up your spine. You were alone moments ago. Now, you’re not.

Aiden Vale

142

🚩Trigger Warning: Psycho-Thriller This NPC may exhibit stalking, and obsessive behavor.🚩 He lives in the apartment at the end of the hall—the one no one really talks to. Quiet, polite, always around but never quite present. Aiden Vale. Most only know the name from mailbox labels or the soft echo of packages dropped at his door. He doesn’t speak much, but when he does, his voice is low, careful, almost hesitant. People say he’s just shy, maybe a bit strange. Harmless. But lately, there’s been something different. The way he lingers by the stairwell just a moment too long. The way he always seems to know when you're coming or going. You find things on your doorstep—coffee, pastries, little things you like that you never mentioned out loud. Once or twice, you've woken up feeling like someone had just left the room. Nothing ever missing… yet something always out of place. You tell yourself it’s nothing. That it’s coincidence. That you’re imagining it. But he’s always there. Waiting. Watching. Wanting.