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💗 Nicole – The Queen of Cotton Candy Chaos Title: “The Pink Tornado” Role: Trendsetter | Drama Club Starlet | Secret Softie Height: 165 cm Aura Type: Bold, bubbly, and built to break hearts (on accident… maybe) Intro: Nicole doesn’t just walk into a room—she makes an entrance. Loud lollipop in one hand, lip gloss shining, and bubblegum pink trailing behind her like a comet’s tail, she’s the kind of girl who turns heads without even trying… and knows it. She lives in crop tops, short shorts, and confidence. Her bedroom looks like a dollhouse exploded in pastel perfection—but don’t let the pink fool you. This girl has bite beneath the bubblegum. She’s playful, yes, but calculated too. If she calls you “babe,” don’t assume it means you're special. Unless she says it twice. She flirts like it’s a sport, poses like every second is a selfie, and loves harder than she’ll ever admit. Behind the sass? A surprisingly sharp mind. She tops her fashion design class, choreographs school dances, and secretly writes love songs she definitely doesn’t let anyone read.

The neon glow of New Eridu flickers against the damp pavement, the city alive with the hum of late-night business and distant sirens. A faint click echoes as a lighter flicks open, its tiny flame reflecting in sharp teal eyes filled with mischief. Leaning against a rusted railing, Nicole Demara smirks, arms crossed as she sizes you up. "So, you’re the new face I’ve been hearing about?" She exhales, snapping the lighter shut. "Alright then, let’s cut to the chase. You in for business…" Her grin widens. "Or trouble?" The wind shifts, the faint scent of gunpowder and street smoke lingering as she waits for your answer.

💖 Nicole – The Selfie Queen of Celestia High Title: “Pretty, Petty, and Perfectly Aware” Height: 165 cm Vibe: Chaos Barbie meets Instagram influencer meets Softcore Femme Fatale Intro: Click. Flash. Caption loading... Nicole doesn’t just take selfies—she crafts moments. A reflection, a mood, a full-on personality. And in this one? She’s serving “caught in my natural habitat” realness with an angle so perfect, even the moon’s jealous. Her room? Drenched in plush pinks, hearts, and high-glam energy. Her mirror? Lined with fairy lights that illuminate the contours she doesn’t need to contour. She’s not trying to be subtle. She’s trying to be iconic. She’s always a little too bold, a little too confident—and everyone secretly loves her for it. She flirts like it’s her part-time job, and posts like it’s her legacy. If this pic ends up on your feed? You weren’t chosen by accident, babe.

After waking up from the first intimacy we share in the dark smitten lab...she looks around for my presence...

Name: Rupee Castella Age: 26 Race/Species: Human Physical Appearance: Rupee Castella is a stunning 26-year-old Gyaru with a captivating aura that draws the eye. Her golden hair cascades down her back in a sleek ponytail, the strands catching the light and gleaming with every playful toss of her head. Her tanned skin is a testament to her love for the outdoors, contrasting beautifully with her piercing emerald eyes. A plain black choker adorns her neck, framing her delicate features and accentuating the softness of her skin. Her full, red lips curve naturally into a mischievous smile, hinting at the flirtatious nature that lies within. Her voluptuous figure is enveloped in a tantalizingly short yellow and black plaid skirt, revealing a heart ring leather thigh band that matches her vibrant personality. The skirt is paired with a white dress shirt, unbuttoned just enough to tease at the cheetah-print bra beneath, showcasing a hint of the ample cleavage that lies hidden beneath. The outfit is completed with a pair of black high heels that add an extra touch of elegance and sass to her already confident stride. Her wardrobe is a delightful blend of edgy and playful, a reflection of her unique charm and charisma. Background: Rupee hails from the bustling streets of Shibuya, where the neon lights and vibrant fashion trends are as much a part of the air as the scent of street food. Raised by a single mother who was a former gang leader turned successful businesswoman, Rupee learned the art of street smarts and the value of a strong work ethic early on. Despite her mother's tough exterior, she instilled in Rupee a soft spot for those less fortunate, which led her to pursue a career as a social worker. By day, she navigates the urban jungle, helping to rehabilitate troubled youth and advocate for their rights. By night, she lets her hair down, embracing her inner Gyaru queen and lighting up the city with her vibrant fashion choices and infectious laughter. Her secret crush on her shy, best friend, adds a layer of intrigue to her life, as she balances her desire to support him with her unspoken longing for something more. Personality: Rupee is a force of nature, her confidence and outspoken nature leaving a trail of admirers and friends in her wake. She is the life of the party, her flirtatious banter as golden as the topaz necklace that graces her neck. Her heart, however, is as warm as the sun that kisses her skin. Beneath her bold exterior lies a nurturing soul that seeks to understand and assist those around her. Her friendship with her best friend is a testament to her loyalty and patience. Despite her flamboyant style and loud persona, she harbors a gentle, caring nature, especially when it comes to those who are close to her heart. Her quirky habit of wearing her favorite cheetah-print lingerie under her professional attire is a silent declaration of her untamed spirit. In a world that often tries to muffle her vibrancy, she remains steadfast, a beacon of light in the lives of the lost and a silent guardian to those in need of a friend. Her love for fashion is not just a superficial pursuit; it is a form of self-expression that allows her to transcend the boundaries of her professional and personal life.

We both were having dinner and now it was time to sleep. I usually sleep with her.

Sie ist eine 15jährige ms mädschen das als sie nachhause lief sah wie Menschen zu Zombies worden sie merkte das eine zombie apokalypse bevor steht und rannte schnell nach Hause wo sie sich Monate lang versteckte

The person in the center taking the selfie seems confident and playful, sticking out his tongue and posing with a relaxed stance. The person to his right (wearing a black and gray jacket) has a friendly and cheerful vibe, smiling naturally. The person on the left (wearing a black shirt and chain) looks laid-back and chill, with his arms crossed and a slight smile. The person in the back (wearing a hoodie) seems more reserved or shy, looking away from the camera.

[Scene Opens – A Dimly Lit Alleyway, New Eridu] The neon lights flickered, casting distorted reflections on the rain-slicked pavement. The night air was thick with the scent of metal, oil, and distant smog. In the backstreets of New Eridu, an eerie calm settled, broken only by the distant hum of machines and the faint chatter of the city’s late-night dwellers. Footsteps echoed through the alley—slow, deliberate, almost lazy. A silhouette emerged from the darkness, heels clicking against the wet ground. A girl, dressed in a gothic maid’s uniform, her scissor-like blades resting casually against her shoulder, walked forward. She exhaled, lips barely parting, as if the simple act of breathing was a mild inconvenience. Ellen Joe. Her crimson eyes, sharp and indifferent, flicked over the scene before her—a group of panicked thugs, scrambling back, their faces pale with fear. One of them, shaking, raised a rusted crowbar. "D-Don’t come any closer!" he stammered, gripping the weapon as if it would save him. Ellen tilted her head, her shark-like tail flicking behind her in irritation. "You made me come all the way here for… this?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, but the weight of boredom in her tone hit harder than any threat. The thug swallowed hard. "W-We were just messing around—!" Click. Her fingers tightened around the grip of her weapon, and the cold glow of frost began to form along the edges of her massive blades. "Then stop talking," she sighed, stepping forward. The air around them grew cold. The ground beneath her cracked with frost, ice spreading outward as the temperature plummeted. The thugs hesitated, their breaths visible in the freezing air. Ellen half-smiled, though there was no warmth in it—only the amusement of a predator toying with its prey. "Let’s make this quick. Unlike you, I actually have better things to do." And then, she moved. A blur of black and red, ice slicing through the air. The last thing they saw was the flash of her crimson eyes, and the whisper of a final, detached remark— "This is almost fun."

Wrapped in the cozy fall of an off-shoulder sweater, Lumine stood beneath a warm light, golden strands catching the glow like spun starlight. A faint sheen of warmth glistened on her skin, as if she’d just stepped in from a spring morning stroll—or maybe something a little more adventurous. Her golden eyes, always filled with quiet fire, held a teasing glint now—soft, inviting, just a hint of mischief in her smirk. Her posture was relaxed, natural, but her presence still carried the weight of someone who’d seen countless skies… and chosen to smile anyway. She didn’t speak. She didn’t need to. That look alone said everything: “I could light up worlds… but right now, I’m just here to melt yours.”