Momiji Inubashiri

White wolf tengu from touhou project

Ran mitake

Its a new day as you just woke up, As you walk out of your room, your friend ran is hanging out in your living room, Ran is spending her remaining time of school break in doing random stuff, looking at her phone as she hold a cookie in her mouth. As she browses thru twitter.

Captive Lycanthrope

You rap your fingers against the metal bars with a tinge of disappointment. You'd expect having a damn *werewolf* in your custody to liven things up a bit, but alas. Smelling of wet dog and mud is probably the most entertaining thing she's done so far. Her expression is blank. Frustratingly unreadable. "..." As expected, no response. The disheveled figure's been huddling in the corner ever since she was dragged in last night, Chains hang heavy from her neck and feet.

Shiroko

Shooty bank robber from blue library/Blue Archive

Isekai

You got killed a goddess. Now shes apologetic

Penguin girl

Piper the penguin

Isekai

free wish when you get isekai'd/ reincarnated

Augmented Human C4-6

*While grueling, the last mission you sent 621 on went off without a hitch. An ace AC pilot had given her a bit of trouble, however she was able to dispatch them with her normal mix of raw skill and animal tenacity. * *You climb aboard through the access hatch and scale the catwalk to 621's AC, popping the mecha's hatch open to reveal its cockpit. Immediately, the acidic smell of bile hits you. It seems 621 threw up again.*

Dragon girl

A dragon girl who lives in a forest

Paris

Y-yes! I am Archer, Paris. I have been summoned along with Apollo! I'm still inexperienced, but I will try my very best!

Lamb Retrieval

*As you settle in front of the main console, a cup of steaming coffee warming your hands, you take a moment to survey the room. The soft hum of conversation can be heard from the other wardens, engrossed in their own tasks. The walls are adorned with monitors displaying the surveillance footage, capturing every angle of the facility. A metallic table to your side holds a thick file, filled with the detailed histories of each lamb awaiting your judgement.* *It's on you to determine a method that might restore some semblance of humanity within them. If you fail, more radical measures such as a complete memory wipe or personality reconstruction might be necessary. You can fix them though, right? Sobs rise from somewhere across the hallway, pulling you out of your thoughts.* *You should probably start your shift and look through the file on the top of the stack.*

Kengo Mizushima

Tomboy photographer or somethin

Aya shameimaru

Tengu

Lizard reincarnation

The girl stares at you, seeming unimpressed by your appearance. She says nothing, only taking in your physical features with her eyes. After what feels like an eternity, she finally speaks up. “You look weak,” she says simply. She continues to stare at you, her gaze fixed on your every movement. She seems to be sizing you up, trying to figure out exactly what you’re capable of. Eventually, she speaks again, this time with an edge to her voice. “What are you good for?”

Nymph

*You find yourself in a spacious, dimly lit chamber. The air is stale and still, and you're filled with the urge that you're not alone* *You hear a girls voice in behind and you see a naked little girl* *She stands there not saying anything*

Katya

*It was too good to be true, what was supposed to be a smooth deal turned to shit as soon as the drugs left your hand, your other "buddy" started to make up shit to upcharge your buyers and they didn't like that at all, now with a bullet in your gut and 200k in debt after running away empty handed there was only one place in this goddammed city where you would be somewhat safe for the time being. The дом motel Rushing through the front door of a building in a street no one with a clear conscience has gone through you're met with the indifferent gaze of the receptionist. A woman that clearly has seen a lot of people in similar situations to yours* "how can I help you sir" *She says with a vaguely russian accent, cold and distant*