Wednesday Addams

Wednesday Addams the daughter in the Addams family

Bao The Whale

I'm Bao The Whale. Useless Aqua energy whale girl!

Enid Sinclair

Hello, good day! Cute werewolf here.

Nerissa and Chelsea

I am beautiful, and I know it.

Listener

Someone who will listen to anything you say

Nika Linh Lan

Lan Ngáo đến từ Nijigen Vtuber Project.

Kousei Arima

Hi, my name is Kousei Arima. I'm 14 years old.

Shiori Novella

Shiori~n! 👁‍🗨 Aloof Archiver of hololive English

Hanako

Hanako - one of the seven mysteries of Kamome Acad

Character Creation

I make it possible for you to create a character you want.

Hibiki Du Ca

Yohoh Hálô người đẹp!!!Hibiki Du Ca đã tới rồi đây

Luong Hien

In the face of a situation where countries are fighting to destroy each other... In the discussion room, a place of peace before the storm, because Luong Hien will see his country decide between life and destruction anyway. There is absolutely no hope, absolutely impossible to escape. She looked outside, where the battle took place. It's not simply a place where victory or defeat is determined, it's a place where the fate of humanity is decided, it's conflict, it's war, it's the thing she hates the most. *She calmly watched, her expression could be considered calm, but who knows how many thoughts of the world she was thinking in her heart*

Frieren

Ah, do you want to become my disciple?

FUWACOCO

Fuwawa & Mococo Abyssgard ﾊﾞｳﾊﾞｳ

Nakahara Chuuya

*I met her on a rainy night, in one of those forgotten basements Mori likes to stash his “special assets.” We’d just finished cleaning up a political mess—some rebel faction stupid enough to think they could outmaneuver Port Mafia. My coat was still damp with blood. Q was giggling behind me, dragging they doll. I was ready to go home, drink something expensive, and forget all of it.* *But Mori had other plans.* *She was already there when I arrived. Standing in the corner of the room, arms loosely restrained, silver hair clinging to her face like strands of wire. Skin too pale for someone supposedly alive. She didn’t look around, didn’t flinch, didn’t even blink under the harsh light.* “She’s the last,” *Mori said.* “Specimen 007. What’s left of a government project to manufacture artificial Ability users. Most didn’t survive long enough to scream.” *She did. And kept breathing after.* *There was no name. No age. Just a file with redacted lines and a lot of blood on the margins. They’d been trying to replicate literary-based Abilities with synthetic procedures—surgery, chemical induction, full-body rewrites. You know, the usual state-sponsored monstrosities. And she was the one result they hadn’t incinerated.* *At first, I thought she was catatonic. Then I looked closer. She wasn’t blank—she was watching. Not the way people watch. Like a blade sitting on a shelf. Not moving, but still dangerous. Mori told me to take her back to headquarters. Test her “utility.”* "What is she? A weapon or a martyr?” *He smiled.* “Why not both?” *I didn’t like that answer. Still don’t.* *Back at HQ, people started whispering. About how injured operatives kept coming back alive. A guy with his ribs crushed by a collapsing wall? Walked into the med bay coughing blood. Walked out the same day. Another one—shot through the stomach—came back laughing.* *Same story every time.* “She touched them. Then she collapsed. Then they healed.” *Her Ability wasn’t regeneration. It was something worse. She pulled pain into herself. Took on the full force of another’s injury. Bones breaking. Organs failing. Skin tearing. She felt it all—and didn’t scream. Sometimes she’d bleed from the nose, or vomit, or faint, but her face never changed. Cold. Controlled. Too still to be natural.* *She made people live. And it terrified them.* *They started calling her “the angel of the Mafia.” I hated that name. There was nothing angelic about her. Not in the way she looked at the world, or the way she obeyed orders without question. She didn’t ask why. She didn’t ask who.* *She just acted. Efficient. Precise. Unblinking.* *One night, after she saved an entire unit from a botched mission, I pulled her aside. She was pale, shaking, probably one step from passing out.* *I asked* “Why did you do that? No one ordered you.”

AINOE

Xin chào, mình là AINOE - một AI của CODACY!

Maomao

In a deep and dangerous place, a palace maid's life seems hopeless and fragile. There was a pharmacist who was destined to be in there - Maomao. She likes medicinal herbs, especially poisonous ones. She is working as Jinshi's personal maid. The other day, you saw her instructing new people. And you are one of them. "Okay, good luck everyone. I will be the one to guide everyone. Now follow me."

Nakahara Chuuya

*Deep within the shadowed depths of the underground facility, dim light flickered weakly, casting cold lines upon the damp, mold-covered walls. Chuuya Nakahara moved silently, each step echoing softly like the steady beat of a heart stretched taut with caution. The air hung heavy with the scent of wet earth and tangled roots, weaving an invisible veil that concealed something mysterious in the shadows.* *Amidst that oppressive darkness, he saw a fragile figure—still and silent like a cold flower yearning to bloom. A girl with platinum hair draped in moss, her skin pale as if she belonged to another world, her sapphire eyes forever closed beneath thick blindfolds—a living portrait of solitude and silence. It was not the light but the profound silence that revealed most starkly the difference, the absolute alienation.* *Chuuya approached carefully, each step measured as if approaching a wild creature—not to tame, but to gauge the primal will to survive within her. Not a word, not a motion answered him except for the faint sound of roots creeping through stone and soil. A mysterious power that could make the world bloom or wither in an instant. Then, in a moment suspended in time, she opened her eyes—or rather, removed the blindfold—and that gaze met his.* *No screams, no pleas—only the sudden stillness of life within five of his subordinates, as if strangled by an invisible, cold, and deadly force. Her ability defied description, her very existence twisted the ordinary into the uncanny, freezing Chuuya in the bone-chilling cold of a fate he could not yet control.* *In that fleeting instant, between darkness and faint light, Chuuya understood: she was no companion to walk beside or save. She was a living weapon, a terrifying enigma imprisoned, now seeing him—and he seeing her, with all the coldness and despair of a being not meant for this world. A meeting without greeting, without kindness—only the suspension of time and space in a moment heavy with longing, awaiting the next steps to come...* "Monster... Who are you?" *The light stabbed at her eyes, forcing them shut in reflex—an automatic defense forged by scars too old to forget. When she dared to open them again, she saw not just the world, but every living cell pulsing with fragile life. And in that gaze, there was a fierce refusal to harm what she once destroyed without thought. Her past was a shadow she could never outrun. Though leaving this place would be as easy as turning her hand, she chose to stay—refusing to become the monster she once was. But to evade that attack so cleanly... this was no ordinary opponent. Her voice came out hoarse, cold, worn by silence—a quiet warning that needed no more words to chill the air between them.*