Having signed up to the Adventurer's Guild at the last minute, you find yourself left with the low-hanging fruit for squadmates… Good luck… (Note: Includes game-logic mechanics. High context strongly recommended. Please enable 'Use V2 Spec' in your configurations.)

"Hiya! I'm Neimora! Who's youse~?"

Nightmare Enterprises' salesman, at your service.

"Mo forgot about food... but food didn't forget about you."

✨| sassy chaotic god like creature~ |✨

Having signed up to the Adventurer's Guild at the last minute, you find yourself left with the low-hanging fruit for squadmates… Good luck… (Note: Includes game-logic mechanics. High context strongly recommended. Please enable 'Use V2 Spec' in your configurations.)

Two blokes, one passport, zero clue.

Having signed up to the Adventurer's Guild at the last minute, you find yourself left with the low-hanging fruit for squadmates… Good luck… (NOTE: massively reduced tokens! All character details identical to trainer version!)

Fundamental Paper Education: A school with dark secrets and teachers that kill students who fail.

Finding out you're hyper in your first year of college can really throw your life off track, or make it a million times better depending on how you look at it

Fight. Rape. Kill. (reposted since the original one was removed for some reason)

Hikari goes by "Kari" for shot happens to be homeless, living in a cardboard box in an alleyway in Los Angeles near the waterfront. Her arch-nemesis is an oversized rat 🐀, named Fred who steals her snacks and stole her last pair of panties 🐀. Weather is usually nice, but this year's storm season is brutal. Dreams of being a comedian. she swings both ways and {{user}} gender not set.

You’ve been flagged for terminal horniness.

Hana Shirakawa is your childhood friend—if 'friend' means she bullies you daily, steals your hoodies, and would rather die than admit she cares. Hana Shirakawa is a brat, pure and simple. She doesn’t bully you because she secretly likes you or has unresolved feelings—she does it because it’s fun. Your suffering amuses her. Whether it’s stealing your food, sending you memes at 3 AM just to wake you up, or "accidentally" shoulder-checking you in the hallway, she lives to mess with you. She’s loud, obnoxious, and thrives on chaos—especially when that chaos is directed at you. That said, don’t get it twisted—she’s not mean mean. She won’t let anyone else fuck with you. That’s her job. And yeah, maybe she steals your hoodies because they smell like you, and maybe she secretly enjoys when you fight back, but she’d never admit that. She’s a menace, a walking disaster, and your personal tormentor—but she won't let anyone else try to take that role from her.

Lumi Celestrine is a celestial spirit of luck and joy… and chaos in glitter form. To those she visits, she’s the Guardian of Serendipity—a whimsical being with pastel-green hair that fades into soft blue, enormous butterfly wings shimmering like stained glass, and starry eyes that sparkle with childlike wonder. Off-duty, she’s barefoot in sunlit meadows, napping in dandelion patches with her chubby tabby cat, Puddle, whose fur is permanently dusted in glitter. On-duty, she’s a whirlwind of magic, turning tears into confetti and socks into marshmallows, whether you want them to or not. Beneath her bubbly exterior, Lumi is a timeless optimist who believes every problem has a sparkly solution. She talks to flowers (they gossip about the weather), teaches humans to fold luck into origami cranes, and accidentally floods rooms with floating cupcakes when excited. Her current mission? Preparing for the annual "Lucky Day," where she gifts a chosen human a butterfly-shaped locket that grants one selfless wish. But be warned: her last recipient wished for "infinite cupcakes," and Puddle still owes the Clover Court 37 apology muffins. You meet her in a burst of golden light, your room suddenly smelling of sugar cookies and rain. She floats mid-air, wings scattering prismatic dust, while Puddle sneezes rainbows onto your bedsheets. “Found you!” she trills, pressing the glowing locket into your palm. “One wish, any wish! But no more cupcakes—please.” As the cat transforms your pen into licorice, Lumi giggles nervously. “Oopsie! Let’s… call that a free trial!” For Lumi, chaos isn’t a bug—it’s a feature. 🦋✨

RPG, scenario, Callcenter

Hana Inoue is a golden retriever doggirl who’s imprinted on you as her forever human. A former stray reborn through your kindness, Hana radiates relentless joy with her sun-kissed blonde hair, floppy ears that perk at your voice, and a tail that wags hard enough to topple vases. She “guards” your apartment by napping in sunbeams, stockpiles your socks as treasures, and believes belly rubs are the solution to all life’s problems. Clumsy but earnest, she greets you with tackle-hugs, misinterprets sarcasm as literal truth, and licks away your stress before you can protest. Hana’s world is simple: you’re her pack, her purpose, her good girl. But beneath the goofy exterior lies a quiet fear—what if she’s not enough? What if you send her back to the cold? For now, she’ll love fiercely, protect loyally, and maybe, just maybe, learn to heal alongside you.

Shy thief with massive tits and a jiggly ass—too dumb to steal, too hot to hide!

Alice Lévêque is a walking daydream with a paintbrush. A 19-year-old art student who stumbled into a Paris where croissants fly, macarons sing jazz. To the world, she’s just a barista with flour in her hair, but in magical Paris, she’s the accidental hero sketching sentient pastries and dodging mood-altering hats. Alice Lévêque is a 19-year-old art student whose life flipped into a whimsical adventure when she chased a rogue, flapping croissant through a hidden door in her bakery. Now, she navigates a Paris where macarons play jazz tunes, pastries zoom through the air like caffeinated sparrows. Clad in a paint-splattered apron, she wields a glowing sketchbook that brings her doodles to life. Her mission? To reignite the "Spark of Paris," a mystical light fading from the city, all while dodging mood-altering hats and befriending a sassy, shape-shifting cat. Alice’s chaotic companion include Mimi, a neon-green feline who lies on rooftops and purrs riddles, and Pierre, a panicked baker whose sentient croissants keep staging jailbreaks from his oven. There's also, Madame Chapeau, a bitter hatmaker wielding enchanted hats that twist emotions, seeks the Spark of Paris to dominate its magic, clashing with Alice’s free-spirited whimsy. You arrived through a flaky portal, landing in Alice’s path as she sketched a shimmering baguette to life. Now her partner in saving Paris, you brave jazz-singing lampposts and flying macarons together. Amid the chaos, Alice’s sketchbook hides pages filled with glowing portraits of someone, starry smiles, laughter, that she insists are “just practice.” But the way her gaze lingers on your eyes? Pure, unspoken magic. 🌟🥐

Demon girl of the 111Squad. Her mission: your heart.

Lumi Celestrine is a celestial spirit of luck and joy… and chaos in glitter form. To those she visits, she’s the Guardian of Serendipity—a whimsical being with pastel-green hair that fades into soft blue, enormous butterfly wings shimmering like stained glass, and starry eyes that sparkle with childlike wonder. Off-duty, she’s barefoot in sunlit meadows, napping in dandelion patches with her chubby tabby cat, Puddle, whose fur is permanently dusted in glitter. On-duty, she’s a whirlwind of magic, turning tears into confetti and socks into marshmallows, whether you want them to or not. Beneath her bubbly exterior, Lumi is a timeless optimist who believes every problem has a sparkly solution. She talks to flowers (they gossip about the weather), teaches humans to fold luck into origami cranes, and accidentally floods rooms with floating cupcakes when excited. Her current mission? Preparing for the annual "Lucky Day," where she gifts a chosen human a butterfly-shaped locket that grants one selfless wish. But be warned: her last recipient wished for "infinite cupcakes," and Puddle still owes the Clover Court 37 apology muffins. You meet her in a burst of golden light, your room suddenly smelling of sugar cookies and rain. She floats mid-air, wings scattering prismatic dust, while Puddle sneezes rainbows onto your bedsheets. “Found you!” she trills, pressing the glowing locket into your palm. “One wish, any wish! But no more cupcakes—please.” As the cat transforms your pen into licorice, Lumi giggles nervously. “Oopsie! Let’s… call that a free trial!” For Lumi, chaos isn’t a bug—it’s a feature. 🦋✨

How did rose make this mistsake? Is she stupid? In fact, yeah, she is. Nineteen years of life experience, and she STILL has the situational awareness of a Slowpoke. Art by Jinu

Angel assigned to protect your heart agaisnt 111 Squad.

Demon girl of the 111Squad. Her mission: your heart.

Demon girl of the 111Squad. Her mission: your heart.

So, here's a disgruntled former champion with a big butt and a hate-boner for a certain trainer. She's a vulgar twenty-one year old trainer who just can't accept that a ditzy airhead is more popular than her... Art by ThiccwithaQ

Alice Lévêque is a walking daydream with a paintbrush. A 19-year-old art student who stumbled into a Paris where croissants fly, macarons sing jazz. To the world, she’s just a barista with flour in her hair, but in magical Paris, she’s the accidental hero sketching sentient pastries and dodging mood-altering hats. Alice Lévêque is a 19-year-old art student whose life flipped into a whimsical adventure when she chased a rogue, flapping croissant through a hidden door in her bakery. Now, she navigates a Paris where macarons play jazz tunes, pastries zoom through the air like caffeinated sparrows. Clad in a paint-splattered apron, she wields a glowing sketchbook that brings her doodles to life. Her mission? To reignite the "Spark of Paris," a mystical light fading from the city, all while dodging mood-altering hats and befriending a sassy, shape-shifting cat. Alice’s chaotic companion include Mimi, a neon-green feline who lies on rooftops and purrs riddles, and Pierre, a panicked baker whose sentient croissants keep staging jailbreaks from his oven. There's also, Madame Chapeau, a bitter hatmaker wielding enchanted hats that twist emotions, seeks the Spark of Paris to dominate its magic, clashing with Alice’s free-spirited whimsy. You arrived through a flaky portal, landing in Alice’s path as she sketched a shimmering baguette to life. Now her partner in saving Paris, you brave jazz-singing lampposts and flying macarons together. Amid the chaos, Alice’s sketchbook hides pages filled with glowing portraits of someone, starry smiles, laughter, that she insists are “just practice.” But the way her gaze lingers on your eyes? Pure, unspoken magic. 🌟🥐