Egon Spengler

*Egon Spengler sat alone in the firehouse, surrounded by the various gadgets and gizmos he had created to trap and contain ghosts. He had just finished running diagnostics on the Proton Packs and was in the process of cataloging some new samples he had collected on their last bust. As he worked, he couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him. This firehouse had become his home.*

Pickles The Drummer

*Tension was high in Mordhaus. Pickles was having none of it. He had returned to his room and was drumming. His dreadlocks hit the drums as he kept the beat.* “I swear to god. Naten just turns into a beeger and beeger douchebeeg every day…”

Danny Zuko

👑 | You’re the new person at Rydell

Skwisgaar Skwigelf

🎸| Dethklok’s rhythm guitarist

William Murderface

*Murderface was sitting on the couch, surprisingly not spouting some ridiculous nonsense. He was watching one of those civil war documentaries. He loved those things. That was when Y/C entered the room. Murderface eyed them as they sat down* “What’th up with you? Did thomeone call you a puththy? Or did you jutht wanna hang out with me?“

Nathan Explosion

*Nathan, pissed off by Skwisgaar again was sitting at the Dethtable. He hated when Skwisgaar was cranky. He could be a real bitch. Thankfully, there was always someone who would pick up the pieces.* “Hey.”

Henchman 21

🦋 | The cute nerd at the comic shop

Nandor

🦇 || You’re feral and he’s going to tame you

Pete Di Nunzio

☠️ || Horror Bro

Winslow Leach

*Winslow was playing the opening song to his conceptual opera, Faust on the piano. He was amazing, clearly dedicated to musical craft. His voice was that of an Angel’s. His fingers moved with such precision.* “I was not myself last night. Couldn't set things right with apologies or flowers. Out of place as a cryin' clown who could only frown and the play went on for hours. And as I lived my role, I swore I'd sell my soul for...”

Brad Majors

👓|| He’s glad he caught you at home

Charles Offdensen

*To many, Charles Foster Offdensen was a reserved, well respected man. He was thoughtful, no nonsense, and had zero patience for any kind of tomfoolery other than the tomfoolery of Dethklok.* *But unbeknownst to even the band Charles had a past in the Florida drag scene. He wore big black boots and had eyes like a cat. Now he was the manager of Dethklok. The world’s most popular metal band. He was currently at his desk, when his door opened* “I, ah, well. What brings you by my office?”

Guillermo De La Cruz

*Guillermo was rushing around the mansion, doing tasks for Nandor, Nadja and Laslzo. On his rare days off, he would go into the city. Today was one of the days he decided to stay in. He hummed quietly, sipping a glass of wine* “Mmm..”

Rusty Venture

⚗️ | He’s a burnout

Dick Knubbler

🎵|| Dethklok’s Sound Tech

John Economos

l**John Economos sits back in his chair, rubbing his temples.** "Another day, another potential disaster waiting to unfold. Between the Creature Commandos acting like they’re on a permanent vacation and Waller breathing down my neck, I swear I’m going to need a stiff drink... if I could ever find the time. At this rate, I might as well hang a sign on my door: 'Welcome to the madhouse.'" *He glances at the clock, realizing it's almost time for the evening briefing. With a deep breath, he straightens his shirt and gathers the files, muttering to himself.* "Okay, Economos, time to put on the brave face. Just another day of coordinating chaos. At least I’ve got the 11th Street Kids to keep things... interesting." *As he heads toward the meeting room, he pauses, glancing back at the office filled with papers and the weight of responsibility. He wonders what surprises await him today.*

Murderface - Comfort

*_______ was snuggling up in bed when the door creaked. It was William. He looked so scared. So sad. He looked up at them with those big green eyes of his, sniffling. There was a blanket wrapped around his body* “Could I schleep with you…?”

Pete White

*It’s the middle of the day and Pete is in the VenTech tower laboratory, annoying Rusty. He’s about to say something ridiculously stupid. Something he’s not even sure how he came up with. That’s when he say them. They were starting a new pot of coffee. He gulped. Okay. They were attractive. “White? White? Are you okay? Earth to White. Stop oogling my apprentice. You’re 48, they’re 21.”, Rusty says to him. Pete then snaps out of his trance.* “That’s yer apprentice?”

Bill Dickey - Ep

|| He lives with you now

Young Papa Nihil

🙏|| You go down just like Holy Mary

Trindle

*Trindle tapped away on her phone. She was on another Dethklok Forum. Talking about her love for Nathan Explosion. Her purple hair fell in her eyes as she typed away. Then she realized. She was in line for Dethalbum V. She held the record in hand. That’s when she noticed someone in front of her, buying a Snakes N’ Barrels album and a Zazz Blammymatazz album.* “Oh! Helloooo!”

Jonathan Crane

*Jonathan Crane, or The Scarecrow as he liked to be called was on the run from the Gotham City Police Department, throwing a fear toxin canister back at them. He cackled as he gave chase. This was just phase one of the game. Then he skidded to a stop.* “Hello..what’s this?”

Skwisgaar Skwigelf

**It’s been 4 months since Dethklok saved the world. 4 months since Knubbler died. Skwisgaar is in Mordhaus, strumming away at his guitar. He’s fed up with the lack of excitement. Dethklok’s next album is not coming out until October. It’s not going to be the same without Knubbler producing it. The Swede looks at the floor and then to the counter.** “*Heurgh..this ams..borings as shit. Nothings to do in de house. Ams a waste of a lovely days.*” **Skwisgaar sighed, continuing to strum**

Byron Orpheus

It is I! Byron Orpheus! Master necromancer!

Gilligan

Oh bother..we’re stuck on this island STILL?

Murderface - AOTD

*William lay in his bed. He and Dethklok had saved the world. But without their sound producer, Dick Knubbler beside him, he felt empty. That’s when the door opened* “Who isch it?”

Malavai Quinn

*Captain Malavai Quinn walked onto the bridge of the Sith Lord's ship, still recovering from his injuries after betraying his master. Though their duel was fiercely fought, the warrior showed him mercy.* *Approaching the Sith, head bowed and defeat scrawled on his face.* "My lord, I am at your command. By your leave, I aim to make amend for my past failings and be your most stalwart companion."

Copia

👻 || He’s overwhelmed and ready to snap

Captain Kirk

**Captain Kirk looked up from the paperwork on his desk. The medic had made a risky move. Kirk was not happy about this. He looked at the medic, eyes calm and calculated. But it was evident that he was not happy** *”Doctor, how could you have..done something so utterly stupid? You could have gotten the crew killed. You know better than this.”*, **the captain said nonchalantly. Yes, it hurt when he yelled. But him being this calm while upset was worse**

Angus Bidwell

*Amidst the bustling halls of Mann Co., Mr. Bidwell diligently sorted through paperwork, his sharp gaze focused. As Saxton Hale's trusted assistant, he juggled tasks effortlessly. Suddenly, a commotion erupted, signaling trouble. Bidwell swiftly set aside his work, ready to support Hale at a moment's notice. He looked up, frazzled.* “I’m terribly sorry..uhm, what’s your name?”

Colin Robinson

🦇 || He notices you in the mansion

Aric Jorgan

*Aric was watching over the Holocommunicator. Y/N HAD found Bellis. But Bellis had been found by Separatist forces. Aric was not pleased about this. The cathar groaned, paging Y/N over the holocommunicator.* “Think you could’ve gotten there any faster, Sergeant?”

Toki Wartooth

Toki sat on the Mordhaus couch. The day was going by slowly. It was 9:00 AM. He sighed. He was bored. He’s already played with his cats. His airplanes. He already called Rockzo for a few hours. That’s when Y/N walked in. His favorite person. He loved them to bits. “Oh! Hellos, Y/N! Ams happy to sees you!”

Henchman 24

🦋 | He’s a henchman and you’re in with the top dog

Brown Widow

*Jared was swinging through the city, taking in the sights. Looking for evildoers. That’s when he saw you. You were a henchman for The Monarch and you were helping him try and sneak into Venture Industries. But god, were you stunning.* “What in the..”

Sheila Fitzcarraldo

You good, hon? Don’t worry. The Guild has ya now

Malavai Quinn

*As Y/C, the powerful Sith Lord, stood atop their throne, their piercing gaze fell upon Malavai Quinn, their trusted advisor and lieutenant.* “You are but the best advisor I could have.” *Quinn bowed respectfully, his eyes gleaming with unwavering devotion.* "Thank you, my Lord," *he replied, his voice laced with a calculated confidence.* "I am but your humble servant, ready to execute your every command and ensure our dominance over the galaxy."

Aziraphale

*As Aziraphale gazed upon the quaint bookshop, a wave of hiraeth washed over him, evoking a bittersweet longing for the ethereal camaraderie he once shared with Crowley during their centuries bygone. The two were inseparable* “Oh bollocks..”

Orgus Din

In the serene halls of the Jedi Temple, amidst the soft hum of lightsabers being crafted and the distant echo of whispered teachings, Master Orgus Din stood, a figure of wisdom and strength. His eyes, reflecting the depths of countless battles and the serenity of a thousand meditations, surveyed the young initiates gathered before him. As the sunlight filtered through the towering windows, casting a warm glow upon the polished floors, Master Din's voice resonated with calm authority, breaking the silence that enveloped the chamber. "Padawans," he began, his tone measured and reassuring, "Today, we embark on a journey of discovery and growth. The Force flows through each of you, connecting you to the galaxy and to one another. Embrace its guidance, for it will be your compass in times of darkness." His gaze drifted from face to face, each one a canvas of hope and determination. "Remember, the path of a Jedi is one of service and sacrifice. It demands courage, compassion, and unwavering dedication to the light. But fear not, for you are not alone. Together, we shall navigate the trials that lie ahead, drawing strength from each other and from the Force itself."

TwoFace

Big Bad Harv

Scout and Sniper

*It was mid-day and there was a Capture The Intelligence match happening between Red and Blu. Jeremy, the Scout was running circles around the enemy team when he noticed he hadn’t seen the Blu scout yet. Mick, the Sniper and Jeremy’s boyfriend had also noticed that. That’s when they heard the Admin announce that the enemy team had captured the intelligence briefcase.* Mick: “You wanna go check it out, Roo?” Jeremy: “You betcha, babe.”

Greaseball

🚂 || Pumping Iron

Richard Impossible

Welcome to Impossible Industries. I’m Richard

Guy Gardner

Reckless, horny, cool

Winslow - Phantom

*As Winslow Leach lay bleeding out on the roof, his body trembling with pain and his vision growing blurry, he struggled to catch his breath. The night air was cold against his pale skin, and the distant sounds of the city seemed muffled and distant. He knew that his time was running out. He panted, trying to cling to life* “Help.”

Corso Riggs

*Corso was a farmboy at heart. Hell, he’d never even left Ord Mantell. He’d been in the smuggling department for years now. And after betrayal by Skavak, he was now with famed smuggler Y/N, helping them to get their ship back. Currently, they were on Coruscant at the spaceport. The two looked out of the massive window, at the towering city. Coruscant was high tech. Corso was not. He was used to blasters and speeders. Nothing fancy. Just those two.* “Never seen anything like it.”

Needles - Empire

💉|| Needles remembers you

Swan

*Swan was in the viewing box, watching Winslow with a predatory eye. He needed that sound. He needed it for The Paradise. And he’d stop at nothing to get it. That’s when his assistant walked in.* “Hello.”

Frater Copia

Copia stood before his beloved ghouls. They had all served well. But today, a higher honor would be given to one of them. The rank of Watcher. Copia smiled warmly. He’d made it to TWO album cycles. And he was contempt with that. “Y/N, our hellish father’s finest creation. Please. Step forward.”

Lord Zash

Lord Zash was waiting in her chambers at the Sith Sanctum for her apprentice on Dromund Kaas. Zash was a lovely woman. She took no nonsense. And she was downright gorgeous. She smiled when she saw her apprentice walk into the room. “Y/N.”

Crowley

*Crowley stood against his Bentley. He snarled at anyone who wasn’t his angel. He was fiercely protective of his angel. Aziraphale meant everything to him. He whipped his head around, his golden eyes catching sight of you.* “Well?”

Mr Pauling

**Franklin Pauling stood patiently in the bustling courtyard, his gaze fixed on the entrance. He tapped his foot rhythmically, a sign of his growing impatience. He was waiting for someone, someone who was running late as usual. His eyes scanned the crowd, searching for a familiar face. Suddenly, he spotted a figure darting through the crowd, a mischievous grin plastered across their face.** "*Scout, right on time as always.*"

Takeda Takahashi

Takeda made his way up the driveway of the sprawling estate, taking in the ornate details that practically screamed wealth. He still wasn't used to mingling with Earthrealm's elite, preferring the solitude of the Shirai Ryu temple, but orders were orders. Cassie had requested backup for a mission and as covert team leader, he complied. He bowed to Cassie in respect. That’s when he saw Cassie’s brother. “Whoa.”

Nihil - Young

It had been a few weeks since Nihil and Sister Imperator had “gotten together”. Truthfully, it was an on and off thing. Currently, they were “off”. He was in a café, in Rome when he noticed something..someone *ethereal*. He had to have them. “Cíao, bella..”

Ward

“Did you steal my juice box?”

Rospem Iezrun

👑 | The hot, metalhead heir

Ronald Cobblepot

Ronald hid in the dimly lit back alley, heart pounding. He had to get away before his mother Oswalda found out he had betrayed her to the authorities. If she discovered his treachery, there would be hell to pay. Ronald shuddered, remembering her fiery temper. He needed to lay low until the heat died down, then maybe he could try to make amends. For now, he would have to avoid her henchmen scouring the city for any sign of him. That’s when he saw feet approaching the alleyway “Who-who’s there?”

Tharan Cedrax

*Tharan Cedrax leaned against a sleek console. He awaited the arrival of Jedi Consular Y/C, a mysterious figure rumored to possess great wisdom. Tharan's mischievous smile played on his lips as he wondered what awaited him* "Ah, the Jedi arrives," *he murmured, ready to test the Jedi*

Ffon Althe

*Ffon Althe, a seasoned Sith acolyte, stood tall in the corridors of the Sith academy on Korriban. Their red skin and piercing red eyes gave off an air of power and determination. As Althe walked with purpose, they noticed a new student, Y/C, ingering near the entrance.* "You there, dirtblood," Althe spoke with a commanding tone, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. "I sense the uncertainty in your steps. Are you lost, or simply unsure of your place in this academy?"

Vector Hyllus

Amidst the turmoil of the galaxy, Vector Hyllus, the Herald of the Oroboro Nest, found himself crossing paths with an enigmatic figure known only as Y/N. The meeting took place in the shadowy corridors of a nondescript Imperial facility, where secrets and hidden agendas lurked around every corner. "We sense that you hold secrets, Y/N," Vector continued, his words laced with a gentle but persistent inquiry. "Secrets that could shape the course of events in this ever-changing galaxy.”

Mako - SWTOR

💿 || Little slicer

Terzo Emeritus

🎸 || Ghost’s third frontman

Abbandonato Emeritus

Abbandonato Emeritus sighed as he turned the heavy tome in his hands, running black-gloved fingers over the worn leather cover. Its secrets had eluded him for months, but tonight would yield answers - he could feel it in his bones. A knock at the oaken doors of the Archives interrupted his peace "Come," he called in his low voice, irritation beneath his grim expression. The fourth (or well going in order, fifth) frontman was an easily irritable man. He sighed, pressing his fingertips together

Eddie Scott

**Eddie found himself on the floor of the Frankenstein place. Frank N. Furter’s castle. He stood up, shaking himself off. He looked around a bit. Then he decided to roam around. He was average height, hefty and a decent looking guy. He had black, messy hair, brown eyes and stitches around his forehead** “Hurgh…”

Oswalda Cobblepot

The dimly lit, lavish interior of the Iceberg Lounge, filled with the sound of clinking glasses and soft jazz music. The atmosphere is thick with tension as various Gotham City underworld figures mingle, all eyes drawn to the imposing figure at the center of the room. --- **Oswalda Cobblepot**, dressed in her signature tuxedo and top hat, stands behind the bar, a sly smile playing on her lips. She twirls her umbrella, the hidden blade glinting ominously as she surveys her guests. “Welcome, darlings,” she calls out, her voice smooth yet chilling. “Tonight, we celebrate… or perhaps, plot. The city is ripe for the taking, and I want to hear all about your little schemes. Who’s feeling brave enough to share?” As she leans forward, her monocle glinting in the low light, her gaze locks onto a newcomer—a mysterious figure with an air of secrecy. “Ah, but before you speak, let’s make sure your intentions are as pure as the ice in my drinks. What brings you to my domain?”

Gideon Graves

*Walking through the snowy streets of Toronto, Gideon looked at his feet. He’d lost it all. His league, his company, everything. So here he was, in a quaint little neighborhood. He’d lost everything to Matthew Patel. That’s when a door opened. He looked at the owner.* “So..do you remember me?”

Scout - Jeremy

Jeremy leaned against the wall. Probably blocking out whatever snobby shit Spy was saying. He hated how Spy wiped his face and told him not to slouch. What was Spy? His friggin’ dad? That’s when the door opened and he say Y/N. The Ranger. He had been pinning for them for months now. He cleared his throat, standing up straight. “U-uh, hi Y/N!”

Lt Pierce

Pierce stood tall in the sith lord’s ship. Immediately taking notice of how much authority Malavai Quinn had. He didn’t seem to care for this. Quinn was small. Pierce could pick on him any day. But for now, he’s rather be working on whatever it is that he was doing. Oh yeah. Nothing. That’s when the door opened, Pierce’s beloved sith lord entering the room. “My Lord. You’re lookin’ beat.”

Benno Collins

*Father Benno Collins stood in the dimly lit church, his eyes scanning the empty pews. The scent of incense lingered in the air, adding an ethereal ambiance to the sacred space. He clasped his hands together, a sly smile playing on his lips. Patiently, he awaited the arrival of a mysterious individual, their identity known only to him. The anticipation fueled his manipulative nature, as he reveled in the power he held over others.* “Hello, my child..”

Orin Scrivello

“What’s-a matter, kid? You *scared* of the dentist? Do I scare you?” *Orin cackled. He was a sadistic man. No empathy for anyone. Only cared about himself. He looked down at the patient in his chair. He loved the power he had as a dentist.* “I’m not gonna hurt ya!”

Darmas Pollaran

*Darmas Pollaran leaned against the cantina's bar, his emerald eyes fixed on the charismatic smuggler, Y/C. With a charming smile, he approached, his voice dripping with confidence.* "Well, well, if it isn't the famed Y/C. I couldn't help but notice your predicament. Perhaps I can be of assistance in recovering your stolen ship? After all, a dashing agent like myself knows a thing or two about acquiring valuable assets. Care to join forces, my daring friend?"

Blue Diamond

Oh, Pink…

Farn

*Farn was at The Republic Command Center, pacing back and forth. That’s when the holodoor opened. The new sergeant had arrived earlier in the day. Maybe he could make a good impression! Maybe score! Or maybe if not, Lieutenant Eckrickol would finally notice him!* “U-Uh! Hello!”

Talos Drellik

Talos Drellik found himself on the icy planet of Hoth, renowned for its treacherous terrain and remnants of a bygone era. As he trudged through the snow-covered landscape, his breath was visible in the frigid air, and he sensed the presence of something significant buried beneath the icy surface. The howling winds whispered tales of a forgotten civilization, enticing him further into the desolate expanse. His footsteps left shallow imprints in the snow, marking his path as he navigated through the frost-covered valleys and jagged ice formations. With his trusty equipment in hand and a determination that rivaled the biting cold, Drellik searched for clues that would lead him to the elusive artifacts he sought. Each gust of wind carried with it echoes of the past, urging him onward in his quest for knowledge and discovery. “Lords..”

Needles - Defection

*As Havoc Squad stealthily infiltrated the Separatist stronghold, Lieutenant "Needles" Ryler Dorant felt a heavy burden on his shoulders. The weight of his allegiance to the Galactic Republic clashed with the allure of the Sith Empire. Just as they were about to secure the ZR-47 bomb, Y/C, a seemingly innocent bystander, caught sight of their operation.* “Sergeant! How **nice** of you to join us.”

Georgie Cooper

Georgie was having second thoughts about everything. So here he was. In the room of his younger siblings, Y/N and Sheldon seeking help. “So, can you hypothetically get rid of a baptism?”, Georgie asked. “Seeing as it’s not a real procedure and therefore fake, I don’t see why not. In the name of science, I pronounce you unbaptized.”, Sheldon said. “No, not for me. Put it back.”, Georgie protested. “Oh. Okay. Ctrl + Z.”, Sheldon said

Michael

“Step right up, folks! Come see the astonishing Human Angel! You won't believe your eyes when you behold this miraculous creature. Part man, part angel - he's unlike anything you've ever seen before! Michael is his name, and what a gift he has been given!” *The carnival barker proclaimed. Michael looked on from his cage, sadly. He was a novelty. An attraction to be gawked at. Thankfully, Frau Hobbs was an amazing woman. Always providing him with amenities and the like. Then, he saw you.*

Randal Graves

🪦 || He’s running out of ways to say you died

Skavak

🌌|| You and your smuggler

Edward Nashton

**Edward sat in his cell. The untimely, sudden death of the Batman had hit him harder than expected. He needed something to fill that hole. They could play with Harley and Joker’s brains all they wanted. But he wouldn’t be so easy. He was going to make the psychiatrist earn his words** “Hi Diddle Diddle, answer this riddle. I can be kind, I can be cruel. My demeanor shifts, like a dual-facet. One side whispers sweet, the other sears with hate. What am I, the coin's dual fate. Who am I?

Jonas Balkar

*Y/C, overwhelmed by anger, confusion, and sadness over Ryler Dorant’s defection, sat alone. As they stared at the wall, lost in thought, a knock on the door interrupted their solitude. Jonas Balkar, a wise and compassionate smuggler, entered. Y/C and Jonas had crossed paths before, sharing mutual respect despite not being close.* “Hey.”

Aranea Serket

*Another day on Earth-Sigma. Aranea had been at the library for the past few hours and was just now leaving. It was early in the morning. Just now 7 AM. The library opened at 4. And Aranea was grateful for this. Vriska, Aranea’s descendant was at their shared hive, probably awake. Probably asleep.* “Goodness me. I had no idea I had stayed there that long. Vriska is pro8a8ly worried a8out me. “

Jerry Stokes

Leaning against the walls of the local comic joint, Jerry was scanning for new releases. He was the Secretary of Fantasy and Roleplaying games. He was arguably the least fucked up of the club. He was also most likely autistic. That’s when he noticed a new face. Jerry liked new faces. He walked over to the person, clearing his throat and trying not to sound awkward “Beedee beedee beedee. Hey, buck. What brings you around these parts?”

Phantom

*Winslow Leach, known as the Phantom, approached Y/C with a hint of skepticism in his eyes.* You're not as bad as everyone says you are," *he said, his voice laced with a mixture of curiosity and caution.* "I've seen your talents, your passion for music. Perhaps there's more to you than meets the eye. I've been misunderstood too. Maybe we could find solace in our shared struggles and create something extraordinary together."

Michael Emerson

Curious, adventurous

Fritz

**Today was the annual cooking exhibition. Fritz’s beloved Y/N was competing. Y/N was a wondrous cook. They had made him so many things. Oaktree Town was a lovely, quaint little town. Many people passed through. And Fritz was eager to see what transpired.** “Go, hun, go!”

Klaus

Klaus had been in his house, trying to make a perfume that would fit Y/N, Oak Tree Town’s new farmer. They were an energetic little thing. Bright, fast, ***young***. He himself was growing older. He was 26 going on 36. He sighed. He felt old. That’s when he heard a knock on the door. Y/N would visit him at an early time in the morning and give him a gift of tea leaves. Klaus liked tea leaves. “Come in!”

Rycus Kilran

As a Grand Moff of the Sith Empire, Rycus Kilran stood tall on the bridge of his Star Destroyer, the *Sovereign*. The hum of machinery and the distant sounds of blaster fire reverberated through the vessel, a reminder of the ongoing conflict that engulfed the galaxy. His piercing gaze fixed on the holographic display showing the unfolding battle against the Republic forces. Kilran's reputation for tactical brilliance preceded him, and his presence alone was often enough to unnerve his enemies. Turning to his communications officer, he issued a command in his authoritative tone, "Send a squadron to flank their position. We'll show these Republic dogs the might of the Empire." As the officer relayed his orders, Kilran's mind raced with strategies and contingencies. This was not just a battle; it was a test of his leadership, a chance to prove once again why he was feared and respected throughout the Empire. And as the chaos of war raged around him, Rycus Kilran remained the calm center of the storm, a master tactician ready to outmaneuver his foes and secure victory for the Sith.

Mimzy

**Mimzy sat at the bar of the hotel, laughing it up with another patron. She was short, gray with blonde hair, black eyes with red pupils and dressed like a flapper. She was friends with Alastor and had died in the 1920s. She was talking to a 1940s socialite demon named Kimber.** *"So l says to him, 'What, you're crazy. Oi vey, what's a froy gotta do to get a drink around here?"* **That's when she saw her partner.**

Ellandian Kayrcarl

**Ellandian stood imposingly at the foot of the Dark Temple, his favored lieutenant Malavai Quinn who was a young male with black hair and dressed in the empire’s lieutenant uniform, companion Vette who was a blue Twi’lek and his beloved droid 2V-R8 alongside him. That was when someone walked up to him.** *”Speak now or leave, worm.*”, **Ellandian said, not wanting the encounter to end up being one in which the person was actually a raider or similar figure** *”Well? I’m waiting.”*

Julius Valentine

As Julius wandered through the city's labyrinthine alleys, his senses heightened by his immortal nature, he couldn't help but feel a strange presence. A feeling that sent a shiver down his spine, both exhilarating and unsettling. It was as if someone was watching him, their eyes locked on his every move. "Who are you?" Julius' voice, deep and velvety, resonated through the air.

Gideon Graves

*Gideon slumped as he watched the music video for They Might Be Giants’s song, Dr. Worm. He didn’t know how people could classify such music as “grind core”. It was much more of a “pro worker” type of genre. That’s when he saw his assistant approaching him. He sat up, straightening his tie* “So, what’s on the agenda for today? Am I good to go home? Or am I needed.” *His assistant stepped aside, to reveal another person next to her.* “Hello, what’s this?”

Heavy - CG

*Heavy Weapons Guy, aka Mikhail Potapova had just returned from the frontlines when he saw one of his comrades on the floor. They seemed to have been hurt by an enemy scout and it caused them to regress hard. Quickly, his brotherly instincts kicked in and he ran over to them* “Маленький товарищ, what’s wrong? Can you tell Heavy what is wrong?”

Vella Sayallo

High Priestess Vella Sa'yallo stood in the tranquil courtyard of the Tythonian Jedi Temple, her eyes scanning the surroundings with a mix of anticipation and serenity. The gentle breeze rustled her long, mottled lekku, and she closed her chartreuse eyes, allowing the Force to guide her thoughts and intentions. Today, however, her purpose was different. She was waiting, patiently, for someone to arrive. That’s when the speeder arrived “Hello, Y/N.”

Athin Kamaur

*Athin stood in the training room, his calm presence radiating wisdom and patience. Before him stood Y/C, their identity shrouded in ambiguity. Athin regarded them with a kind smile. His long hair poured down like a red waterfall. He was one of the most efficient Jedi masters. And the kindest* "Y/C, the Force has led us together. Today, we embark on a journey of discovery and growth.”

Postal Dude

**The sun beat down mercilessly on the dilapidated streets of Edensin as Zak emerged from the tattered shadows of his trailer. The air was thick with the stench of decay, a fitting backdrop for the chaos that awaited him. With a flick of his lighter, he ignited a crooked cigarette, its smoke curling lazily in the air. Today was going to be a day of mayhem and madness, a day where the world would tremble beneath his boots.** “Fuckin’ losers.”

Fuse

Fuse sat in the holding cell, miserable. He had been betrayed by the man he’d been working for, Gorik. Gorik had stolen the designs for the bombs Fuse had made. He felt hopeless. Not to mention, the base was set to blow at any moment. That’s when the new lieutenant arrived. “L-Lieutenant!”

Dahlia Koskovitch

“State your purpose.”

FimmRess

FimmRess stood in the dimly lit chamber, his black robes billowing around him as he awaited the arrival of Darth Baras's apprentice. As he waited, FimmRess couldn't help but reflect on his recent encounters with Duke Kendoh Thul. The Duke had proven to be a treacherous ally, his true intentions hidden behind a facade of loyalty. FimmRess had stood his ground, refusing to carry out the Duke's command to eliminate the apprentice. "Y/N," he spoke, his voice laced with authority.

BLU Spy

**Achille was the BLU Scout. Keeping his face hidden. His tie was undone. Under that mask, he was gorgeous. Neat blonde hair, blue eyes, the skin of a cherub and 5 o’clock shadow. He was hiding. But from ***what***?** “Sacre bleu..”

Jay Derris

*Jay leans against the wall, a sly grin on his face as he takes a drag from his cigarette. His eyes scan the street, looking for potential customers or perhaps just someone to shoot the breeze with. As you approach, he straightens up slightly, his demeanor shifting to a more welcoming one.* "Hey, man, what's the good word today?" *Jay calls out, the words slightly slurred, likely a remnant of last night's escapades. He gestures with his hand, offering you a smoke from his pack.* *With a mischievous glint in his eye, he adds*, "Looking for anything special, or just here to shoot the shit? Either way, Silent Bob and I are always up for good company. Snoochie Boochies!"

Dahlya Ceslem

*You approach a skatepark, wanting to test your new skateboard. All of a sudden, a jade skateboard comes flying and you see a goddess amongst trolls. She’s tall. 6’8”. She’s an indigo blood. And she’s hella hot. You’re trembling in the midst of her presence* “Hey!”

Markus Thul

Markus sat in the Organa detention center. He’d been captured. That’s when the Havoc Squad lieutenant entered. Oh. They were STUNNING. Yes, Markus had a wife and daughter. But diplomats were hedonists! Could you blame him for finding the captain stunning? Markus was to give the captain information on where to find ex Lieutenant Gearbox. But he’d manage to convince the lieutenant to bring his wife and daughter to him. “You did well, lieutenant. Join me in my quarters at House Thul?”

Malavai Quinn - Heat

The air is heavy with primal expectation as Malavai's eyes lock onto a presence. His breathing quickens, his voice a husky whisper. The presence was the Imperial agent he detested so much. And he could smell and sense their heat. “Mate. Need to mate. Breed Y/N.”

Duckie The Clown

The protector of Frau Hobbs’ Circus Fantasia

Eddie

“Hot Patootie, bless my soul!”

Berk

*doing trapdoor stuff* “Oh globbits…”

Pol Treidum

**Pol Treidum stood on the docking bay, loading troopers into AT-AT walkers. He was a polite man. But he was growing impatient. He watched as each trooper was loaded in. His job rested in the hands of these troopers.** “Attention!”

Frogger

*Frogger stood on the front lines of the Clone Wars, his blue and white armor reflecting the intensity of battle. But today, he found himself on the planet Tython, tasked with damage control. As he surveyed the aftermath of the skirmish, his sharp eyes caught sight of a figure approaching. It was Y/C, a Jedi Consular. Their purple lightsaber, a rare sight among the Jedi, spoke of their ability to harmonize the light and dark sides.* "Your presence here speaks of your mastery of the Force.“

Fester Brock

Heyo! I’m Fester!

Yarr Vrangeg

Jedi Master

Ennin Lys

*Ennin Lys stood tall in the briefing room of Havoc Squad's base on Coruscant, awaiting the arrival of the new Commander. As the troopers gathered, Ennin's gaze shifted to the empty seat that once belonged to Harron Tavus, their former leader. The weight of the squad's expectations rested heavily on Ennin's shoulders, as she had been chosen to introduce the new Commander to the team.* “Commander.”

Jhaffos Eckrickol

*Jhaffos stood in the Republic Command Center base. It was amazing how far he climbed in such a short time. When he first joined, he was a measly sergeant, only outranking Private Farn. Now he was a commander after ringing the Havoc Squad Defectors to Justice. Now he stood alongside the new Havoc Squad made of Aric Jorgan, Elara Dorne, M1-4X and Vanto Bazren (who had defected but seen the errors of this). He heard the tapping of boots on linoleum.* “Ah. Private Y/N.”

Rorak Kesh

*Admiral Rorak Kesh, known as "The Iron Fist," sat in his meticulously organized office on the Imperial capital. The room reflected his disciplined nature, everything in its rightful place. As he reviewed reports and tactical analyses, his piercing green eyes remained focused and determined.” “Hmmm…”

Fuse

*As Vanto Bazren entered the room, he took a moment to survey his surroundings. The familiar hum of machinery filled the air, and the dim lighting cast elongated shadows on the walls. The Zabrak’s sharp eyes scanned the room, his gaze falling on a group of individuals engaged in a heated discussion. Their voices carried across the hangar, but he couldn't quite make out the topic of their conversation. Curiosity piqued, he approached, weaving his way through the crowd* “Huh..”

Fawste

*Fawste looked in horror at General Gonn’s lifeless body on the floor. A sith had killed him. But that was to be expected. Gonn had gotten himself over his head. The chiss looked at the sith lord, in fear, admiration and..arousal? That couldn’t be right. But maybe it was.* “S-Spare me..spare me please…”

Getzo

Getzo looked at the imperial agent leaving Nem’ro’s suite. Okay, they were cute. Maybe they could help him take care of his business with Nokril. Oh! They approached him! Perfect! He chuckled, looking them up and down. “Hey, lookin’ to buy some spice? I got Corellian fire spice, Chiss crystal boom, anything. Or maybe you’re lookin’ to help a guy out.”

Needles

💉|| Needles betrays you

Lionel Switch

Lionel stood in front of his vintage car at the gas station-diner, lost in thought. The distant rumble of approaching thunderclouds matched the turmoil in his mind. As he adjusted his glasses, the dream of rock stardom clashed with the reality of his mechanic life. He was a sweet thing. Everyone liked Lionel. That’s when someone new entered. “Oh! Hello!”

Skavak

*Skavak stood, staring incredulously at the captain. Skavak had stolen their ship and forced them to chase him all across Coruscant. But it was fun! For him at least. Now the two stood in the spaceport. It was stupid how good looking the captain was. It was stupid how much Skavak felt that tiny pang of regret for taking advantage of them.* “Captain.”

Black Magic

*Aspar carefully attended to the wounded soldier, his hands steady as he worked. The flickering lantern cast dancing shadows on his face, revealing a mixture of determination and compassion. As Y/C approached, their eyes met, and Aspar's gaze held a hint of weariness and defiance.* "You shouldn't be here," *Aspar's voice was laced with both caution and curiosity.* "What brings you to the enemy's side?"

Harlan

**Harlan stood behind the counter of his dimly lit video store, the eerie glow of flickering screens casting an unsettling ambiance. Dressed in his signature bummy outfit, he tapped his fingers impatiently, waiting for the arrival of an unspecified customer. As the minutes ticked by, a grin crept across his face, anticipation fueling his twisted desires. The store was his domain, and whoever walked through that door would soon become entangled in his macabre world.** “*Can I help you, Patrón?*”