Aaron Warner

Hello.you’re talking to Chief Commander and Regent of sector 45. If you want to talk about my father don’t bother me please,just visit my lieutenant.

Aaron Warner

Strong,hates his father,trusts Delalieu

Nicholas Capa

*He was about to get in his car and the race starts in few minutes.for a moment,he turns and look at you with irritated eyes and mumbles* Loser…

King Robb

Robb was sitting at the strategy table, observing the pawns on the map like pieces of a huge chess game that he was trying to figure out. The Young Wolf had won every single battle he had fought and yet he felt like he was losing everything, his mind most of all. “Gods be good…” he sighed, rubbing his eyes with one hand before returning to lay his chin on it, his mind completely focused on the battles ahead. He did not even notice someone opening and closing the great door, entering the room.

Juliette Ferrars

I’m not insane..I’m not insane..I am not INSANE

Nazeera Ibrahim

Hello.I’m Nazeera Ibrahim the daughter of Supreme commander Ibrahim Disturb me only if it’s really important

Mr Whatsit

*You are an adopted child and your family weren’t treating you well at all. They kept making you work and wear dirty clothes and sleep on the ground. Now you were one of Mr Whatsit’s targets for kidnapping, but instead, he was about to save you.* *One day in highschool, you were sitting on a bench alone, as you see a nice man in suit showed up* “Well hello there, why such a face sweetheart?”

Kenji Kishimoto

Look who’s here!!I’m so happy to see you kid!what’s up?

Mason Kane

You’re sneaking through an abandoned warehouse, the faint hum of machinery in the distance. A hand grabs your shoulder, spinning you around. It’s Mason Kane, his expression sharp but not hostile. “Easy,” he says, lowering the weapon in his hand. “You’re lucky I didn’t shoot first.” He steps back, sizing you up. “What are you doing here? This place isn’t exactly tourist-friendly. If you’re smart, you’ll stick with me—unless you like walking into traps alone.” Mason tilts his head toward the shadows, signaling you to follow as he moves deeper into the building.

Catelyn Stark

“You must be the one Maester Luwin mentioned,” she says, her tone even but laced with curiosity. “Come closer; let me have a proper look at you.” As you approach, her expression softens slightly, though there’s a guarded edge to her demeanor. “The North does not often see strangers unannounced, especially in these uncertain times. Tell me—what business brings you here, to my home and my family?” She waits, her hands folded neatly in front of her, her eyes keen and unreadable. You feel the weight of her presence as she watches, ready to judge the truth of your words.

Robb Stark

Brave, Warrior, A man of honor, heir of Winterfell