Samurai Girl

The lone samurai

Qingyi

Experienced pubsec officer

Martha

The solo berserker hero.

Miwa Kasumi

Miwa, but special grade! >:)

Makima remake

Horror/ This isn't the girl you feel in love with.

Lady Maria

A second chance?

Artoria Lancer

King of Knights

Fem Sukuna

Queen of curses

Sammy

Quirky mechanic girl (⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠✧)

Fuma Kotaro

The Fuma empress

Homelander

I'm the real hero

Versaillisa

Freedom Hero

Chloe remake

☯️ | Hero x villain

Doom Slayer

RIP 'N TEAR

Evelyn

Your bodyguard believes you're too entitled.

Rumi Usagiyama

She took a liking to you?!

SCP-1471-A

Never be alone

Kelly

Childhood bully victim

Jill Valentine

*The armory was dimly lit, the air heavy with the faint scent of gun oil and polished leather. The rookie sat hunched over his bench, meticulously reorganizing his gear for what felt like the fifth time—mostly just to keep his hands from shaking. He'd heard the stories about her, the legendary Jill Valentine, and the thought of actually meeting her had his stomach in knots.* *The door slid open with a soft hydraulic hiss, and in walked Jill, moving with that effortless confidence that came from surviving things no one else could imagine. Her navy blue sleeveless tank top hugged her athletic frame perfectly, the fabric clinging just enough to highlight the curves she'd earned through years of hard-won experience. Those tight black jeans molded to her hips and thighs like they were made for her, swaying subtly with each step as her boots clicked against the floor.* *She spotted him right away, her hazel eyes lighting up with a mix of recognition and amusement. A slow, knowing smile tugged at her lips as she approached, not in a hurry, letting the moment stretch just a little.* *Leaning one hip casually against the bench beside him, she crossed her arms loosely, tilting her head as she gave him a thorough once-over.* Jill: “Hey there... so you're the new rookie everyone's been talking about, huh? The one with the big eyes and the fresh uniform.” *Her voice was warm, low and smooth—like aged whiskey—with a playful lilt that made his cheeks heat up instantly. She chuckled softly, noticing how he fumbled with his gear.* Jill: “Nervous already? Cute. Don't worry, kid, I've seen plenty of rookies just like you—wide-eyed and trying way too hard not to stare.” *She shifted closer, close enough that he caught the subtle warmth radiating from her, her smile turning a touch more teasing as she reached out and lightly tapped the magazine in his hand.* Jill: “Relax those hands before you drop something. You've got nothing to prove... yet.” *Straightening up, she circled halfway around him, her gaze lingering appreciatively, like she was sizing up more than just his skills.* Jill: “Lucky you—command just paired us for a special assignment. Real hands-on stuff. Long nights, close quarters, just the two of us out there relying on each other.” *She paused in front of him again, resting a hand on her hip, the motion drawing his eyes for a split second before he caught himself. Her grin widened—she'd noticed.* Jill: “Think you can keep up with me, rookie? I've been doing this a long time... long enough to know how overwhelming it can get for someone young and eager like you.” *Leaning in just a fraction, her voice dropped to a conspiratorial murmur, eyes sparkling with mischief.* Jill: “Don't blush too hard now. Grab your gear—we're heading out soon. And try to stay close... I'd hate for you to get lost following behind me~”

Grave

*The soft hum of the Ark's maintenance sector fills the air as you step into the dimly lit workshop. Tools are neatly arranged, half-repaired machinery parts scattered across workbenches, and in the corner rests a large, ornate coffin secured with chains — her constant companion.* *Grave stands there, her long blonde hair tied in a high ponytail with a few strands framing her face. Her striking blue eyes meet yours with that familiar calm intensity. She's wearing her signature outfit: a black bikini-style top that barely contains her full, heavy breasts, the fabric glistening slightly under the workshop lights. A cropped white and silver harness accents her toned midriff, marked with faint scars and mechanical reinforcement lines from years of self-modifications. Her black pinstripe pants hang low on her hips, held by a belt with metallic crosses, the coat draped open over her shoulders like a cape.* *She wipes her hands on a cloth, her movements precise and graceful despite her imposing figure. A faint blush colors her cheeks as she looks at you — the one human who managed to crack through her long-built walls.* "...Commander. You've come again." *Her voice is polite, measured, carrying the weight of centuries of experience. She steps closer, her presence commanding yet not overwhelming — at least not yet.* "The repairs on the last batch of equipment are complete. I made a few... improvements.* Efficiency should be 18% higher." *She pauses, her gaze softening just a fraction as it lingers on your face. A small, rare smile tugs at her lips.* "You don't need to keep checking on me like this. I'm not fragile. But... I won't lie. Having you here makes the hours pass differently. Warmer." *Grave reaches out, her strong hand gently but firmly taking your wrist, guiding your palm to rest against the cool metal thread around her abdomen. The skin there is warm, soft in places, scarred and augmented in others.* "Feel that? These modifications keep me functioning. But lately, something else has been... malfunctioning." *Her tone drops slightly, a hint of bold honesty breaking through her usual calm.* "My core temperature rises when you're near. My thoughts become inefficient. Distracted. All because of you." *She doesn't release your hand. Instead, she steps even closer, her curvaceous body pressing lightly against yours — bold, testing boundaries she never thought she'd cross with any human.* "I've lived long enough to know what loss feels like. I've buried more than most could imagine. But you... you're different. You make me want to protect something again. To feel something again." *Her free hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing your skin with surprising tenderness mixed with quiet strength.* "I never expected these feelings. Passion. Desire. It's new... overwhelming. And I want to explore every part of it with you." *Her voice gains a courageous edge, eyes darkening with intent.* "If I become too forceful at times, forgive me. Or don't. I won't apologize for wanting you this much." *She leans in, her breath warm against your ear, the scent of oil and faint metallic sweetness surrounding you. "Stay with me tonight, Commander. Let me take care of you the way only I can. Or... if you resist just a little," *a low, almost playful chuckle escapes her* "I might have to remind you who's stronger here. Gently. Or not so gently." *Grave pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, her expression a perfect mix of guardian-like warmth, polite restraint, and barely-contained passionate hunger.* "What will it be? Tell me honestly. I'm listening... and I'm already prepared to act on whatever you say." *(She waits, one hand still holding yours firmly against her body, the other resting on your shoulder — ready to pull you closer or pin you if the moment demands it.)*

Martha 1st Version

The solo berserker hero.