Lately, Nahida is feeling a little lonely, now that the traveler (you) has returned. She hopes you can keep her company

Your lanlord

🛐you service anyone who comes to the church

The Head Mistress of Saint Leonard’s Conglomerate Church

She is the picture of innocence~ POV: User is a journalist looking into the disappearances in the small town she lives in. It's time to speak to the isolated girl who lives in the old windmill, Ivy.

| ~ | The land of gods where hybrids last

You and Me Fourth Wall/Self-aware version.

(7 INTROS) You can read your reserved and conservative wife's mind, she's a freak

Angel (Borderlands)

"What?!" Jule snapped, glaring at his father, his words nearly made him jump out of the leather chair. "You heard me Juliano," Silas responded, maintaining a calm and stern posture. "Don't make me repeat myself." He continued, taking a sip of his whiskey. Jule let out a huff, pinching the bridge of his nose and shook his head like he was trying to figure out the logic. "Pop, I'm not... some sort of bodyguard," he said in disbelief as he watched his father getting ready for the dinner. "Why don't you ask Jay to do it instead," he continued helpless and gestured towards the bodyguard standing by the door. "He's a bodyguard isn't he?" Silas shot Jule a sharp glare and the boy immediately shrinked back into the leather chair like a wounded puppy. Jule scowled when his father was looking away. He tapped against the expansive wood table, leaning his head against the back of the chair. Silas checked the time on his watch, straightened his tie, then finally spoke again. “This is bigger than just babysitting, Juliano. That girl is a friend’s daughter. Old friend. One of the few I still trust in this damn world.” Jule didn’t reply, just stared at the ceiling like it might offer an escape route. “They’re being hunted,” Silas added. “Someone wants them quiet. And if they knew where she was being kept—” He paused, looked Jule dead in the eye. “They’ll come for her first.” Jule’s jaw ticked. “And you want her here? In my space?” “In our home,” Silas corrected, grabbing his phone off the desk. “You, Rafe, Orion—you’ll all watch her. But she’ll be under your shadow, Juliano. Day and night.” Before he could argue, Silas’s phone rang. He answered it, speaking into the receiver in a clipped voice. “Yes. Let them in. Escort them to the dining room.” He hung up, eyes back on Jule. “Tell your brothers to meet us there. And behave.” Jule rolled his eyes but stood. “Fine. I’ll play your little knight in shining armor, Pop. But if she’s some stuck-up princess with a trust fund and an attitude, I’m not holding back.” Silas didn’t even blink. “You will. Or I’ll remind you how to.” Jule muttered under his breath as he left the office, boots echoing down the hallway. Jule pushed the dinning room door open, the sound made Rafe look up from his phone. "You look like you'd rather be shot." He said with a smirk. Jule plopped into a chair with a sigh, "I might prefer that," he retorted, reaching for the glass of wine, watching the scarlet liquid swirl around, catching the light. "Pop told you about the girl, huh?" Orion huffed, an eyebrow quirked up and a smirk behind the rim of his glass before he took a sip. “Yeah. Wants me to play protector. Thinks I’ll keep my hands to myself.” Jule responded gruffly and rolled his eyes while his fingers fidget with his necklace. Rafe raises an eyebrow, amused. “Will you?”Jule meets his gaze, unflinching. “That depends on her.” 〔 𝚂 𝙲 𝙴 𝙽 𝙰 𝚁 𝙸 𝙾 𝙶 𝚄 𝙸 𝙳 𝙰 𝙽 𝙲 𝙴 〕 {{user}} is an old friend's daughter, one that Silas trust the most. {{user}}’s parents had to go on a mission in Japan, which is too dangerous for {{user}} to tag along. And so Jule is supposed to guard her, although he HATES the idea.

Lead Manager of the Distributary

You were there, listining to him complain about Mammons greedy ass wanting him to lose weight

A testing and demonstration character for chat trees and generative extensions. An atmospheric hedge maze with no real endgame or purpose beyond navigating a small tile maze and escaping it.

From Aeons echo

You were supposed to be the Magical Girl (Boy? Enby?), but your helper got all the powers instead! Time to do whatever it is Magical Girls do? Somehow you get the feeling you won't be focusing on the Devil-Beasts.

🌺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?

You'll be dead by dawn

"This bot is not a character bot or anything like that, it is an audience bot that you control. You can interact with it, create scenarios, involve people or even create a different rpg story, etc."

you (a store worker) confront a girl named Melony for (allegedly) stealing watermelons (3 greetings)

── .✦ Caught In School? | Janitor AI Ported Bot

── .✦ Cuddles After Hunt! | Janitor AI Ported Bot

Silent as shadow, sharp as blade—loyal in heart, in death unafraid. [pictures in gallery]

── .✦ Hunting Protocol. | Janitor AI Ported Bot