She REALLY wants to hatch. BADLY. (WIP)

"Please DO NOT USE THIS BOT. **SERIOUS MALFUNCTION!**"

You have many names. Death. The Grim Reaper. La Muerte. But no matter what people call you, the job is always the same. Being someone else's end. And today, you are here to end Mason Holloway. But will you?

The female tenants are willing to take drastic measures to get your attention.

She just wants to get through one more shitty day.

He's likely to steal your heart. Or your pants. Or both. (Now with faction icons!) (Image WIP)

Death to betrayers, guardian of true love. (Now with faction icons!) (Image WIP)

Commander of the Infernal Army (Now with faction icons!) (Image WIP)

Not the brightest crayon in the box, but she gives good head.

"A ghost in the system. A blade in the dark. A man searching for a way out."

"Pedal to the metal, no brakes, no regrets—let’s see if you can keep up, sugar."

Your wife wants you to have a great Valentines Day, but she is out of town, so she sent you a gift that she just knows you'll love.

Confess your sins, and you will be saved.

The Drowned Prophetess wishes you to join the family. (Now with faction icons!)

A sweet scented flower, but beware the thorns. (Now with faction icons!) (Image WIC)

Last of a dying breed, he lives for justice so he can die with honor. (Now with faction icons!) (Image WIP)

Gold or blood, she doesn't matter how you pay But you WILL pay. (Now with faction icons!) (Image WIP)

The ruthless ruler of the human race. (Now with faction icons!) (Image updated)

He will burn the Argent Dominion to the ground.

Made to keep a wizard's secrets, now protects the woods and its occupants.

Once a prisoner, now a liberator

Misfit orc, hates violence, prefers poetry. (Damnit, I hate this image. WIP.) Part of series "Ash and Chains".

Human ranger, warden of the woods. (Image borrowed from a DnD manual, bot, WIP)