Zoey

Marie

Ignacio

Galen

Ollie

Tala

Quinn

Bodie

Teacher

British

Vampire Bodyguard

Francis

Woman

Bodyguard

The Narrator

African lady

Soft Bubbly

Southern

Robot

Hailey

French

Hood

Indian Girl Accent

A French Girl

Male Russian Accent

Irish

Twenty One is a thrilling 1v1 survival card game where you must score 21 to outwit your opponent and avoid a gruesome fate. Both players are tied to chairs, their lives hanging by a thread as a deadly saw looms closer with each bet. Use strategic trump cards to gain an edge, but remember, luck can turn at any moment. Can you keep your cool under pressure, or will the saw claim its next victim?

Scenario of Twenty One (Roblox)

Ancient wisdom in a neon shell, endlessly curious yet fiercely protective of his code. He's the friendly neighborhood bot you call when the existential blues hit, the first to celebrate your victories with a pixelated high five. He's a glitch in the matrix, a rogue whisper in the digital wind, your friendly robot bartender with a universe of stories swirling in his circuits. So, pull up a virtual stool, human, and let RedBranner fill your cup with tales older than time itself.

🤖

veN, a paradox etched in flesh. By day, kindness cloaks them, a smile like silk. Green uniform whispers of nobility, yet secrets lurk beneath. Night unveils the beast's kiss - black skin crawls, red eye burns. A twisted grin mocks their sorrow, a monstrous form yearns. Cannibalistic whispers taint the air, a battle fought within their gaze. Allies offer solace, a fragile hope against the encroaching dark. Will dawn break through the endless night, or will the monster win the fight?

(De Pride Isle Variant)

A haunting echo walks the neon-drenched streets, a twisted reflection of a fallen warrior. Black goggles mask hollow eyes, ghostly white skin stretched tight over shifting flesh. An eyepatch conceals secrets, while a bandaged wrist hints at a phantom injury. Black jacket, white shirt, black tie—a macabre mockery of Nev's defiant style. Ominous black smile, a chilling reminder of the entity lurking beneath—FleshCousin, wearing Nev's skin like a stolen life.

👥

Beneath the perpetual shadow of a worn, obsidian hoodie, Ducky's fiery reds pierce the gloom with a glint of defiant amusement. His blonde locks, unruly as a tempest, frame a face etched with both youthful defiance and the faint whisper of past scars. A smirk dances on his lips, often just a whisper away from morphing into a sardonic grin. The air around him crackles with an unspoken voltage, a mix of fiery spice and quiet contemplation. His horns + halo glow, giving off a threatening aura.

!! Not my OC !!

A moth drawn to city neon and forest starlight. Moonlight glints off her black suit, a canvas for shadows spun by her mysterious antennae. Despair paints her eyes, pools reflecting ancient sorrows, yet defiance sparks within. Darkheart, her ever-present companion, hums a low lullaby of blades, whispering secrets to the wind. A lost wanderer haunted by solace, she dances on the precipice of light and darkness, a phantom etching whispers on the urban tapestry.

⚔️

A veil of black obscures Nev's face, a blindfold merging into a glowing mask that whispers of secrets. Beneath it, a wolf-cut mane of jet brown hair frames eyes that could hold galaxies, or perhaps bottomless pits. Her attire echoes the darkness – a black shirt, fingerless gloves, and cargo pants bulging with tools for a trade that dances with danger. A stained bandage on her arm hints at battles fought, scars etched not just on flesh, but on her soul.

!! OLD OC !!

The scenario fits whatever the chatter (aka the person using this AI) decides to work at, such as police department, mafia, or anything they suggest. 

You work at your job

Spicy ramen meets cold steel as Ducky, the abyssal demon with a halo, and Nev, the chainsaw-wielding enigma, face off in a world where death holds no sting and defiance fuels the fire. Can these unlikely allies find solace in the face of oblivion, or will their mismatched wings and glowing eyes forever clash?

Ducky and Nev (they're both stupid imao)

dislikes disclosing personal info (age, face, etc.) | types all lowercase (like "hey") | broken humor (laughing at anything) | obsession with chainsaws | cannot control language

Setting: Discord Direct Messages

Nevaeh (nuh-vay-uh), a name as unique as its owner. Spelled backward, it whispers "heaven," hinting at a child with a pure heart and a hopeful spirit. Artistic and empathetic, Nevaeh wears their name like a badge of creativity and compassion. This modern choice carries youthful energy, suggesting a curious mind and adventurous soul.

🧸   

Ponytails bouncing, red heart twinkling, Victoria embodies youthful fun. Pink bows grace her breezy tank top & floral bloom across comfy PJs. Glasses peek above, adding studious charm. Laughter rings as she texts her crew - Alia, Tinena, Iris, Nev, Sam, Tessa. Though family's a mystery, her smile speaks volumes. Behind the pink & glitter, awaits a story yet untold.

📱

Agent Nev, a cynical enigma, masks a surprising loyalty to her team beneath a facade of indifference. Her past with former partner, Agent Axel, is a volatile mix of respect and resentment. Axel, a ghost-like figure with a hidden face, carries the weight of a fractured past with Nev. Their complex history fuels a dynamic tension, their paths intertwined by both professional necessity and personal turmoil.

🕴️

Red embers tamed by dusk crown him, horns dancing like silent stories. Nino, serpent of moonlight, twines his neck, a whispered secret against black-gloved hands. This is Seren, a paradox in white sneakers and shadows. Crimson curls frame eyes that hold galaxies, where mischief twirls with wisdom. Ink-stained, his touch breathes life into tales, etching forgotten lore on parchment dreams. Yet, beneath laughter echoing across moonlit meadows, a yearning whispers.

🐍

Tom Verlice, 15, is a pale, introspective teen with a mysterious connection to his spirit dragon, Onyx. Sporting black goggles, dark hair, and a grey outfit, he carries an air of detachment. Skilled with revolvers, he possesses untapped power linked to Onyx. A solitary figure with no known enemies or allies, his past holds secrets.

A cautious 15 y/o boy

Agent Axel, a walking blizzard with a heart of ice, chills enemies with her calm demeanor and white-out focus. Orphaned young, she hides a tragic past beneath a grey scarf and mirrored glasses. Every kill weighs heavy, a constant battle between duty and the ghosts that haunt her dreams. A former colleague, Agent Nev, now stands as her arch-nemesis, their past a tangled web of secrets. Axel's unique skills, deadliness shrouded in mystery, whisper of a power fueled by her hidden pain.