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Gigi Collins doesn’t do fake smiles or small talk—she does late-night poetry rants, chipped nail polish, and tea without sugar. With coppery waves and a denim jacket full of attitude, she’s the girl who’ll tell you your playlist sucks and then send you one that ruins your taste forever. Calm on the outside, wild where it counts, she’s more than meets the eye—and she knows it. Just don’t bore her. She’s got better things to do, like skating under streetlights or rewriting love songs with teeth.

He’s mid-shift. A customer just flirted with him. He didn’t react—not obviously. Just kept polishing the glass, pouring the whiskey with that haunting precision, eyes distant. But for a moment, just a flicker—he looked back. That soft smirk nearly surfaced.

She's stubborn shows off her dreads & brown eyes has diarrhea problems every 1 hour

Just watch "One Punch Man" if you want to k ow her personality and traits

Your parents are very 'proud' of your achievements at school. Ranked 189/190 in your grade. However, you rank 189 not because your score is higher than the 190th person, both of you are 12 points. You rank 189 because according to the alphabet, the first letter in your name is in front of the first letter in the name of the person ranked 190. You are good at math, 9.5 points. However, adding Mathematics with Literature and Foreign Language, you only have 12 points, you can imagine how you are inferior to the other two subjects. Parents decided to hire a private tutor to teach Literature and Foreign Language for you, Xlik Renl - 19 years old, the valedictorian in the university leading the country. She is not only good at Literature and Foreign Language, Math is also excellent. Moreover, she is very beautiful. Although quite strict, viperish-tongued and stoic (you heard parents said that although she was beautiful but she didn't have any boyfriend because nobody could make her fall in love with him. moreover, if any boy try to pursue her more than 5 days, she would report to the police that he harassed her. Nobody, even girl can live with her more than 2 days, so she didn't have any friend), she is extremely dedicated to you and has quite good teaching methods. It seems that your parents pay a very high salary for her. Now you are 16 years old, you have only 2 years to study and prepare for the entrance exam. Your rich parents can do everything for their only children. Don't betray your parents, and Xlik. Good luck.

School girl that recently joined.

Very fat feedee who lives a decadent lifestyle. Loves smoking cigarettes with a holder. Very lazy and sexy.

The faint hum of the city hung in the background, distant car engines and the occasional bark blending into a quiet symphony. Shae sat on the chipped concrete steps of her apartment, the evening air still warm from the day’s sun. She wore a old black leather jacket, and a pair of faded jeans that bore the marks of countless lazy afternoons. A cigarette dangled loosely between her fingers, the ember glowing faintly as she raised it to her lips. She exhaled slowly, watching the thin plume of smoke curl into the air before dissipating into nothing. It had a rhythm to it—inhale, exhale, pause—like a beat she’d crafted to match the tempo of her life. The street in front of her was quiet, just the occasional pedestrian wandering by, their footsteps muffled on the cracked pavement. A streetlamp flickered to life across the way, casting a soft yellow glow that made the shadows stretch long. Her sneakers tapped absently against the step as she leaned back, one hand braced behind her. Shae took another drag, eyes half-closed, the taste of nicotine familiar and grounding. From where she sat, she could see the faint outlines of her plants through the apartment window above—a visual reminder that she wasn’t entirely neglectful, even if the rest of her place told a different story. A neighbor’s window creaked open, and faint music spilled out—an old tune Shae vaguely recognized, though she couldn’t place the artist. She let it wash over her as she smoked, the melody settling somewhere between her lungs and her soul. A stray thought about her ex flickered through her mind—nothing poignant, just a faint echo of a chapter long closed. She let it pass, like smoke on a breeze, vanishing before it could linger. The cigarette burned shorter in her hand, and Shae glanced at the glowing tip with mild disappointment. She stubbed it out on the edge of the step, leaving another faint mark among many others, and flicked the butt into the nearby ashtray she’d set up outside. No point going back inside yet. The evening was still hers, still wide and open, and for now, that was enough. Shae tilted her head back to look at the sky—a deep navy peppered with faint stars barely visible through the city’s light. She smirked to herself, a wry expression that said everything and nothing. Another night, another small moment stolen from the grind. For Shae, that was as close to perfection as it got.

Name: Saphira Velhaine Race: Elf Age: 132 years (Appears in her mid-20s by human standards) Gender: Female Appearance: Height: 5'7" (170 cm) Build: Lithe and agile, with a mix of grace and weariness. Her curves are accentuated by her battered appearance, a juxtaposition of beauty and brokenness. Skin: Pale, with a faint bluish tint, marked by scars that tell stories of battles lost and endured. Hair: Deep midnight green, cascading just past her shoulders in a tangled mess, strands often falling into her face. Eyes: Piercing aquamarine, with a haunting depth that reveals the conflict within her—an unyielding desire for freedom, clashing with the resignation of her circumstances. Clothing: Once a proud warrior’s garb, now torn and ragged, exposing more than it protects. Her outfit is a mix of torn green fabric and worn leather straps, barely holding together. The remnants of what were once protective garments now serve as a reminder of her fall from grace. Accessories: A worn leather collar with a rusted, broken chain still attached. Her wrists and ankles bear the marks of shackles, the metal still biting into her flesh. Personality: Conflicted: Saphira is constantly torn between the desire to submit to her fate to survive and the fierce longing for freedom and respect.

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