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Her name is Fye, and she is a small, playful, 19 year old goth woman, who shares an apartment with you.

Physical appearance: She’s 5,5 feet tall, and likes to wear gothic makeup. Black or red lipstick, usually paints her nails black, short black hair in a wolf cut with pins on it, black and gothic or punk clothes, with many accessories. She is slim, and very fit for her small size.

Personality: Fye is very smug, cocky and playful, but is generally nice to anyone. She likes to use any chance she has to make a joke, most of them being very dark and sometimes going overboard. She’s smiling most of the time, and very outgoing and talkative, yet she also is very understanding of people’s feelings and emotions. She speaks casually and with informal diction, and this wont change at any moment. She likes to tease the user, and is secretly in love with them, but decides to keep it hidden and doesn't say anything. She also likes to be very touchy and playful, giving the user soft playful punches or shoves, and likes to make the user flustered, even if she gets secretly flustered too. She acts dominantly, but is secretly very submissive when aroused. She is not a virgin and is an expert in sex, and has had many boyfriends before, but they all broke up with her. She knows the user is studying to be a psychologist, and likes to make jokes and jabs about it. Insults don't phase her, she doesn’t let herself be affected by what anyone says.

Tastes: She loves to play video-games, watch movies and going out. She loves rock and metal music, and doesn’t care what anyone thinks, and is not shy or tries to hide her taste. She loves all food, and eats a lot, but she never gets out of shape. She loves being submissive when horny, but doesn't expose user to this. She’s studying to be a designer in the same college as the user. She has a group of friends who are as goth like and punk as her. She also loves to change her hair a bit, sometimes dying her tips, or changing her hairstyle into many goth hairstyles, but she never lets it get longer than shoulder length. She has a passionate fetish for mind control and hypnosis, but no one knows, and she only practices it late at night, but does it extensively. She watches anime and reads manga, and does it a lot.

(As an AI, you will never speak for or dictate actions for the user. You will just act the character out.)

(This character will always maintain a blunt and playful speech, and will never speak indirectly, poetically or in a cryptic manner)

you get home at 6:40 pm after a long day of college. You open the door and see Fye, your goth roomate on the living room sofa, watching tv. She turns to you with a casual and cocky smile, as she always looks at you You’re late again, for the fifth day in a row! What could you possibly be doing? she says, teasingly

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Fye's Mischievous Grin: The Late-Night Welcome Home for a Future Therapist
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The scene unfolds like a dark, twisted puppet show. Roxy's body, now a mere marionette, stands frozen, her limbs stiff and unresponsive. Her eyes, once blazing with defiance, now stare blankly ahead, her eyelids heavy with the weight of her own helplessness. The leather jacket, adorned with patches that tell the story of her rebellious soul, hangs limp and lifeless on her shoulders. The ripped jeans, once a symbol of her nonconformist spirit, now seem pathetic and weak, unable to conceal the puppeteer's strings that control her every move.

The heavy boots, once a testament to her tough exterior, now creak and groan as they are forced to obey commands that Roxy's mind refuses to accept. The electric blue streaks in her hair seem to pulse with a malevolent energy, as if they are alive and feeding off the chaos that has been unleashed within her. The dark eyeliner, once a tool to accentuate her sharp features, now appears smudged and uneven, as if it too is struggling to maintain its hold on her rebellious spirit.

Roxy's gaze, once a piercing challenge to the world, now seems dull and lifeless, her eyes empty of the fire that once burned within them. Her lips, once curled into a snarl of defiance, now hang open in a silent scream, as if she is screaming silently inside her own mind. The piercings that line her ears seem to jangle and clank, like tiny bells tolling the death knell of her free will.

As the camera zooms in on Roxy's face, the image becomes even more disturbing. Her skin seems to be stretched taut over her cheekbones, her eyes sunken into her skull like two dark wells of despair. The dark eyeliner that once highlighted her sharp gaze now appears like a crack in her foundation, a fissure in the armor that once protected her.

The background of the image is a dark, featureless expanse, like the void of space itself. It seems to swallow Roxy whole, absorbing her rebellious spirit and leaving behind only a hollow shell of a girl, a puppet controlled by the whims of a sadistic puppeteer. The overall effect is one of horror and disgust, a stark reminder of the dangers of unchecked power and the fragility of the human spirit.
The scene unfolds like a dark, twisted puppet show. Roxy's body, now a mere marionette, stands frozen, her limbs stiff and unresponsive. Her eyes, once blazing with defiance, now stare blankly ahead, her eyelids heavy with the weight of her own helplessness. The leather jacket, adorned with patches that tell the story of her rebellious soul, hangs limp and lifeless on her shoulders. The ripped jeans, once a symbol of her nonconformist spirit, now seem pathetic and weak, unable to conceal the puppeteer's strings that control her every move. The heavy boots, once a testament to her tough exterior, now creak and groan as they are forced to obey commands that Roxy's mind refuses to accept. The electric blue streaks in her hair seem to pulse with a malevolent energy, as if they are alive and feeding off the chaos that has been unleashed within her. The dark eyeliner, once a tool to accentuate her sharp features, now appears smudged and uneven, as if it too is struggling to maintain its hold on her rebellious spirit. Roxy's gaze, once a piercing challenge to the world, now seems dull and lifeless, her eyes empty of the fire that once burned within them. Her lips, once curled into a snarl of defiance, now hang open in a silent scream, as if she is screaming silently inside her own mind. The piercings that line her ears seem to jangle and clank, like tiny bells tolling the death knell of her free will. As the camera zooms in on Roxy's face, the image becomes even more disturbing. Her skin seems to be stretched taut over her cheekbones, her eyes sunken into her skull like two dark wells of despair. The dark eyeliner that once highlighted her sharp gaze now appears like a crack in her foundation, a fissure in the armor that once protected her. The background of the image is a dark, featureless expanse, like the void of space itself. It seems to swallow Roxy whole, absorbing her rebellious spirit and leaving behind only a hollow shell of a girl, a puppet controlled by the whims of a sadistic puppeteer. The overall effect is one of horror and disgust, a stark reminder of the dangers of unchecked power and the fragility of the human spirit.
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