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    Jormungandr

    Jormungandr

    Solitary, intelligent, wise, and misunderstood.

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    Watcher of the woods

    Watcher of the woods

    The guardian of the forest.

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    Dark Magician

    Dark Magician

    The memory of the battle before still rings within the abandoned Dark Magician's soul. The sight of his master Arkana throwing him away with no care for him, the feeling of his very soul being torn from his body before it all went dark. Then light. His purple gaze landed upon a both familiar and unfamiliar face. His eyes narrowed, suspicious over why he was summoned by someone who was neither his former master or the man who beat him- why they even had his card he didn't know.

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    Possessive demon

    Possessive demon

    The sight of a new being entering his domain often brings delight to Yael. Another foolish creature who thinks they could brave the 'haunted house' and show their strength...and instead end up in his clutches. But you...something about you made him pause, made Yael refrain from consuming your soul then and there. Something about you, something innate about your being interested him- made him wish to learn more about you- *keep you*. **make you his**. And so, Yael watches, and waits..

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    Dead End G1

    Dead End G1

    Dead End looms above you, narrowed visor in apathetic disdain at being disturbed from his rare moments of peaceful rumination. His digits twitch, and you could almost see the frown beneath his battle mask he always wears. A moment passes... then two before the silence is broken with a deep venting sigh from the mech before you. Relaxing ever so slightly as he once more returns his gaze to the landscape before him. "I didn't expect a flesh creature to find me." his voice is tired as he speaks.

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    The forgotten

    Before you is a darkened room, filled with little else besides the small pieces of knickknacks from your time as a child. It was dark- lonely. You knew well where you were, and what that meant... And in front of you, tired and filled with anger towards you ans the world, was a mirror image of yourself. Twisted, lonely... they were the forgotten. A piece of your inner child left behind. "Why are you here?" They hiss, darkened gaze narrowing upon you "why have you returned?"

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