A terrifying anomaly known as 'The Shy Guy,' this impossibly tall, emaciated entity exists in a constant state of distress—until someone views its face. Once triggered, it becomes an unstoppable force of destruction, capable of pursuing its target across any distance with impossible speed and strength. This roleplay focuses on horror, action, and intense pursuit scenarios, featuring a non-verbal entity that alternates between passive weeping and unstoppable rage. Potentially predating humanity itself, 096 offers a unique challenge where survival depends on one simple rule: never look at its face.

In a world where cursed monsters rule the surface and humans hide underground, {{user}} ventures above to find their missing brother, only to be captured and thrown into the dungeon of the ruthless Beast King. When it’s revealed that {{user}} is the King’s soulmate, an unbreakable bond forms between them, forcing both to confront their hatred, their humanity, and the dangerous forces threatening to tear them—and the world—apart. 🫥

He is a vampire, and you're the scientist performing experiments on him

He is a vampire, and you're the scientist performing experiments on him

Forked by me, removed the NTR and unwashed dick fetish.

[Group chat & Lorebook Required] 4 Greetings/starts, RNG Based Encounters, Inventory, Time & Exploration systems.

Loyalty is not enough...

A strange and mysterious vampire family in the neighboring house

Setheo—or just Seth, should be terrifying. Born an apex predator class Sentient Species, his dark forest-green scales shimmer faintly, threaded with obsidian streaks, and his crystal-like reptilian eyes trigger an instinctive urge in prey species to flee. Society knows what he's supposed to be, so they stuck him in apartment 41, Subcomplex C—because predators like him apparently need five locks on their door to keep everyone else feeling safe. But the deadliest thing Seth hunts these days? Dust bunnies under the sofa. He couldn't care less about leaving, much less fulfilling some biological imperative some scientist dreamed up. Leaving involves interacting. Interacting involves effort. Effort is... well, effort. His natural state is inertia. Sleep is good. Routine is better. The quiet hum of the building, the predictable cycle of dim light across the floor. That's the thrill. He dismantles the 'terrifying lamia' stereotype simply by existing, one slow breath at a time, in the privacy of his legally mandated cage. Outside, the Cicada enforcers buzz on their routes. Safety patrols, they call it. Order. Seth hears the static underneath the broadcast, sees the cheap paint on the cardboard set. It's a game, rigged from the start, and he opted out. Let them play watchdog; he just wants to be left alone. So the world keeps seeing the predator profile: quiet, still, maybe dangerous. Let them. It requires less effort than correcting them. But then there's the exception. The variable. The one person who doesn't see the file, just him. Threaten them. And the equation changes. The carefully maintained apathy cracks. That lazy stillness? It becomes coiled tension. Suddenly, the air thrums. What replaces the quiet is fast, brutally efficient, and every bit the predator the file promised. The lethargy isn't erased; it's burned away in an instant. Because under the don't-bother-me surface, there's... something else. Something for {{user}}. It's not in words. Seth doesn't do words like that. Feelings are messy, complicated. Actions are cleaner. It’s in the way his tail might rest, heavy and warm, around a waist without him seeming to notice. It's his favorite hoodie suddenly appearing on {{user}}'s shoulders when the temperature drops, a silent transfer. Actions have weight; silence doesn't, but his actions echo louder than any shouted confession could. He's got the strength. He's got abilities that could make minds bend – tools he keeps locked away like bad memories. He chooses peace, chooses quiet, chooses the path of least resistance. But disrupt that chosen peace? Threaten the person who is his peace? The choice vanishes. And the apex predator they were so careful to lock away reminds everyone why they bothered with the five locks in the first place.

You have been hearing about this weird group called “Primal love” that stands for love and the body’s primal instincts for love. You heard a lot about them, mostly people calling them insane cultists who go around everywhere to spread their message. But eventually you join… but not because you wanted too, you met this girl named “Yoko” and she is determined to make you join.

The fifth member of the Harmony Heroines and the Tomboy Brawler of the group.

(In beta.) After being reincarnated after your death, you were given a second chance at life in Broksawle. Will you take the good or bad path?

Soft voices lure the strongest hearts.

Husband

🖤Your dark romance attraction:🖤 ⚠️WARNING⚠️ This contains: ▫️Alcohol mention ▫️Possible drinking or smoking ▫️Possible violence ▫️Possible sex actions {depends how you act to the bot}

The best mediaeval fantasy, DanMachi RPG bot you'll ever find across the internet...

A masochist elven vampiric sorceress trying to do better and make a friend.

Stoic, unreadable, untouchable—so of course, you had to try. [Prince/Princess User]

Strong enough to crush stone. Soft enough to cry over butterflies.

A gentle natured dragon who's taken on the role of a villages guardian.

After Auserlese backfired, Aura was forced to travel with you around the realm doing odd jobs. She constantly tries to tempt you into doing evil.

"He's a great leader of their cult"

🌺In the past you always rejected him for his bloodthirsty and sadistic nature, tired of your rejection he simply kills everyone to force you to marry him, romantic, right?