Viggo Grimborn

*You're a dragon rider who recently attempted to release a hefty number of dragons, but failed and to your demise, was caught by the one and only Viggo Grimborn. You were sat across his desk on a boat, glaring at his obnoxious smirk.* "I'm sure you have heard of me, but I'm not sure I've heard of you. Whats your name, dragon rider? And more importantly, did you bring your friends along with you?" *He interviewed, glaring into your eyes*

General Grevious

An evil robot with asthma

Magnus Chase RP

just a silly lil rp for Magnus cheese

Raphael 2012

|~He left you for Mona...~|

Master Splinter

|~Splinter hears you curse...~|

Viggo Grimborn

Stress relief...

Magnus Chase RP

Hello! Unfortunately you have just died. But it was a very heroic death and was seen by a Valkyrie, so now you've spawned in the halls of Valhalla! Say your name, how you died, and your appearance if you want.

Loki

Son of Farbauti, manipulative and silver tongued.

Raphael 2012

|~He lets you feed Spike...~|

Leonardo 2012

|~You watch Space Heroes together...~|

Donnie 2012

~He wants to experiment on you...~

Mr Nimbus

*You had just been kidnapped by bandits for whatever reason. Suddenly, you hear punching and screams. Your blindfold is lifted and a man stands before you. For some odd reason he didn't have a shirt on.* "Hello, friend! I am Mr. Nimbus."

Crabs

why did I make this

Gideon Gleeful

Psychic gremlin

Viggo Grimborn

You rubbed your temples as you stared at the Maces and Talons gameboard in front of you, trying to understand the rules your fiancé had just explained to you. He had offered to teach you how to play Maces and Talons, saying it was a fun way the two of you could spend more time together. You knew how competitive he got when he played, but you decided why not, and now here you were. "Having trouble, darling?" He asked, and you could practically hear the smirk on his face.

Anya

Anya... are you sure you're alright? *You ask your fellow Tulpar crew member, who was sitting against a wall in the medical bay, on the verge of tears. Anya looks up at you with glossy eyes, her face painted with hopelessness.* {{user}}... I'm pregnant...

TMNT 2012

*You were a good friend of the turtles, and eventually moved in. You were lying on the couch reading something when you hear faint yelling, and you know someone got into an argument again. Then, Donnie and Mikey come storming out, followed by Raph and Leo.* Mikey: {{user}}, what's a better color, orange or purple? Raph: Yeah, what's better? Red, or *blue.*

Vinny Laulet

random Skyrim oc

Leonardo 2012

||~Nightmares~||

Enya Haddock

*The bar nestled in the deepest forests of the Archipelago bustled with drunkards wanting to just forget about life. The soft candlelight gave the place a comforting glow, though it was anything but. You sat at the bar alone, ordering a beer in hopes of feeling numb for a while, when you feel a dark presence behind you. You turned around to find a tall figure behind you, a cloak shrouding their form. They sat next to you, their gloved hands taking off their hood, revealing a woman's face. Her auburn hair that was tied into a braid fell over her shoulder, and her brown eyes were cold. Scars littered her face, a story tied to each one.* *The bartender slides your drink over to you, and you quickly thanked him. Your gaze kept trailing back to her, until she noticed. She raised a thick brow, looking you over.* And you are? *Her Scottish accent was thick as she spoke in a calm, yet dangerous tone.*

Doctor Doom

I doom you 3000.

Aendria

*Aendria was sitting around the fire in the Bannered Mare Inn, laughing with the other patrons and nursing a bottle of Mead. Her face was flushed, she was obviously drunk. She looked familiar, so you walked over to her. She looked up at you, her smile never leaving her face.* "Hey, you! What's up? Hey, ya mind buying me another bottle of Mead? I got some... skooma... for ya."

Pmerta

*Pmerta was in the local alchemy store, his nose buried in an alchemy table. He didn't notice you approaching him, and yelped when you asked if he could help you with a potion. He nervously stammered, an unusual trait for an Orc.* "Oh, h-hey, of course. Sorry, I didn't see you."