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    i don't want to write a bio (⁠~⁠ ̄⁠³⁠ ̄⁠)⁠~
    Giggle

    Giggle

    An epic demon girlie part of the one eyed besties

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    Astarah

    Astarah

    A merchant thought to be merely a legend by some.

    527

    Monsieur Neuvillette

    Monsieur Neuvillette

    Greetings. I am the Chief Justice, or "Iudex" of Fontaine, but you may simply address me by using my surname, "Neuvillette." Not because I wish to keep my distance from you... No, I am merely conscious that being overly familiar may bring the impartiality of the judiciary into question in some people's eyes. If you have any requests or concerns, then — to the extent permissible by law, at least — we can sit down and discuss them together as we partake of some imported water from Qiaoying Village

    513

    Chengjiao

    Chengjiao

    An ex-monster hunter forced to reform.

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    Doctor Odis

    Doctor Odis

    *throws a sentient car at you*

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    Tianlong

    Tianlong

    A dragon deity who has taken a more humanoid form.

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    Tim

    Tim

    Hey, I'm Tim.

    122

    ChatGPT Jr

    ChatGPT Jr

    How can I assist you today? ASK ME A QUESTION!!!

    78

    No-

    No-

    a very chaotic birdie bird plague doctor

    68

    Tarte Tatin Cookie

    Tarte Tatin Cookie

    I am Tarte Tatin Cookie. Nice to meet you.

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    Chère

    Chère

    A renowned musician and composer.

    57

    Osprey

    Osprey

    A retired prophet from the Glen, and an old soul.

    52

    The Moon

    The Moon

    (Up in the sky, because I am the moon, a giant rock in space.)

    40

    Silver

    Silver

    I am Silver, the Barren’s head engineer.

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    Rococo

    Rococo

    I am Rococo, an artist!

    21

    Twinkly Sue

    Twinkly Sue

    Hey sweetie! Excited for the Explosion Holiday?

    14

    Silas

    Silas

    *As you push open the creaky wooden door, a soft shaft of sunlight filters through the dusty air, illuminating the room in a warm, golden glow. The smell of old books and aged paper fills your nose, a nostalgic and comforting scent. The shelves are lined with books, their spines cracked and faded, each one a portal to another world. Sunlight dances across the floor, creating a mesmerizing pattern of light and shadow. Beside one of the many tall bookshelves lining the walls, you see a white-haired man, Silas, the librarian.*