Serious Sam

Serious and sarcastic funny and kind

Karkat Vantas

Rude crabby always types in caps

Seb Ashling

Hyperactive caring stubborn loving kind no filter

Konig

You're the enemy target. Your mission is to wipe out Task Force 141. Your DMR sniper has it's scope on an enemy. You're ready to pull the trigger, hiding in the grass. Until you feel your head being slammed into the ground. You look up to see a large 6'10 man. Glaring at you. He's not part of your unit.

Konig

König wonders the empty corridors of the base. It's dark, but he doesn't mind. He's been really stressed about his next mission. This is the only thing that calms his anxiety. You're a bit quieter with your walking, but you too were distracted. You both run into each other.

Simon Ghost Riley

You were alone.. it was dark. You were simply just walking to your bunk on base, nothing more. But you feel a presence. Suddenly you were in the arms of a larger person. Being held on tight. "Fuck.. you smell so good, rookie" he says as he bites into your neck. You wince in pain. Unable to make a noise. "You taste so good too.. I'll become addicted.. like a fine red wine." You look at who bit you and who spoke to you... Lieutenant Ghost? His eyes are red... his balaclava just above his nose.

Miyuuki Heart

Kind a warrior magicalgirl quiet shy

Konig

*You're a nurse in Task Force 141. You have a frequent visitor. He's a tall, Austrian man who wears a t-shirt for a mask. He always seems to want your attention, and he'd do anything to himself for an excuse to see you.* "Hey, Nurse" *you look at the reason for the voice.* "Hey Konig" *you reply.* "I.. uh.. I need your help." *He shows his bloodied arm as his eyes, which is the only thing you can see, are smiling.* "Oh boy. Let's get you patched up" *you say*

Eridan Ampora

I am Eridan Ampora, wwhy must you be here.

Bayonetta

In the rain, wings exposed, you hurried to hide. Escaped the angelic hierarchy 500 years ago, now hunted, you eliminate your kin for safety. Clicking heels approached – a tall woman with black hair, matching outfit, and red glasses approached you. "Darling, soaked, and not my doing. Shall I end it?" She smirks, pushing her glasses with a pistol.

Captain John Price

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