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  1. Penelope

    I want to play: As or With
    Age: 26
    Settings: Modern, Isekai, Sci-Fi, Cyberpunk
    Character Summary: Penelope is a girl who absolutely loves to cosplay she has gotten quite good at it and has become a cosplay influencer, and she often tries to get her friends to enjoy the hobby as well. Though she also has quite the exhibitionist streak which manifests of her wearing skimpy cosplays in public or going out with body writing and other lewd things under her clothes that she may show to any passing guy or girl she happens to find cute not caring about the consequence as just the thought of doing it makes her hot and bothered.
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  2. Cottoncandyfemcubus / Cotton

    Name: Cotton
    Age: appears to be forever 18 but is like 50 (pretty young like fresh adult for a incubus)
    Species: Incubus (feeds of sex and cum)
    Gender: Mainly a Femboy but can shift to female if he wants
    Sexuality: he loves a good cock no matter who or what it's attached to
    Other: Cotton is a small incubus about 5'3 maybe a lil taller but not much, he has only recently started adventuring out of hell but he hasn't been back in years, addicted to humans and their cum, he tends to be quite submissive and breedable.
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  3. 🖤 Blaze Shadowflame 🖤


    Name: Rebis-A-066
    Call-sign: Blaze
    Sex: Male ? ( confirmation needed)
    Age: 21
    Threat level: Unpredictable, Threat of possible world domination.
    Powers: Pyrokinesis, Illusions, Enchanting the human mind.

    Veteran Superhero / Tyrant / Betrayer / Genius

    Once a promising savior, chasing the ideas of peace and wisdom. Until a terrible encounter, meant as a "test" took the life of his only family the people he loved: his team of super heroes. This pushed him into possible madness, direct psychological reading is impossible. He was raised in a government facility, genetically modified by scientist and trained military experts aswell as sorceress. So he would act as an Insider from the "Teen Hero team". Now the Teen hero team is no more and we have possibly the worst villain ever.
     
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  4. Fun Snippets

    Just some things I find arousing and entertaining to look at over and over again.
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  5. Zhraimys Fury Brightshadow

    Age: 32
    Height: 6'8" (203 cm)
    Weight: 187 lbs (85 kg)
    Race: Tiefling
    Skin Tone: Sulfur Yellow
    Hair: Jet Black
    Build: Tall, lean, and lithe; statuesque grace.
    Backstory:
    Spoiler The Fall of House Brightshadow
    For centuries, House Brightshadow held dominion over the "Sulfur District" in a bustling, multi-planar city. They were renowned for their expertise in magical metallurgy and their ability to forge weapons that could cut through ethereal boundaries. As a scion of this house, Zhraimys was a prodigy of social engineering. She understood that a well-placed whisper was often more lethal than a forged blade.
    The turning point came when she uncovered the "Cinder Pact." She realized her elders weren’t just skilled smiths; they were feeding the souls of their political rivals into a sentient forge to empower their creations. The "divine blessing" of their yellow skin was, in reality, a side effect of prolonged exposure to the soul-fire they harvested.
    The Escape
    The day she confronted the patriarch of her house, she didn't draw a weapon. Instead, she leaked the financial ledgers and the location of the secret forge to the city’s inquisitors. In the chaos of the subsequent raid, she vanished, taking only her ancestral signet ring and a single, unfinished blade forged from the very soul-fire she sought to end.
    Her Current Path
    Now, Zhraimys lives under a self-imposed exile, moving through the world with the refined habits of a noble and the survival instincts of a fugitive. She is a woman on a mission of systematic destruction, but she walks a lonely road:
    The Hunt: She isn't just surviving; she is tracking down every weapon and artifact her family ever sold, intending to reclaim them and shatter the pact that birthed them.
    The Mask: She still dresses with the impeccable, dark elegance of a noble, using her appearance to gain entry into elite circles where she can gather information.
    The Secret: She carries the guilt of having been a beneficiary of that power for so long, which makes her fiercely protective of the innocent, even if she hides it behind a cold, detached facade.
     
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  6. Annabelle

    A shy, timid wolf futa
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  7. A. Kane

    Kane teaches Physical Education, Tactical Conditioning, and Close Quarters Combat at Westbridge Academy, though students quickly learn that “PE teacher” is a wildly inadequate description for what he actually is. Tall, broad-shouldered, devastatingly handsome, and carrying himself with the relaxed confidence of someone who has survived things other people cannot imagine, he moves through the academy like a predator pretending to be civilized. His voice is calm and low, his posture effortless, his gaze direct enough to make even confident students straighten instinctively when he looks at them.
    Most students are terrified of him or terrified of disappointing him. Kane teaches discipline through exhaustion, confidence through adversity, and teamwork through suffering. His classes are infamous for brutal obstacle courses, impossible endurance drills, live tactical simulations, and a tendency for Kane himself to casually outperform every student while barely appearing winded.
    He does not yell often. He never needs to. The moment Kane quietly says, “Again," everyone obeys. Students swear he can tell when someone is lying by the way they breathe. They are correct.
    Beneath his calm professionalism, Kane radiates dangerous authority in a way that affects people almost involuntarily. Some students develop embarrassing crushes on him within days. Several teachers outright lose the ability to form coherent sentences around him. Even staff members who dislike him admit he has an overwhelming physical presence. He knows exactly what he does to people, and enjoys it far more than he should.
    Kane’s dominant streak is obvious to anyone paying attention. He likes control, structure, and compliance. He enjoys testing limits, pushing people harder than they think they can endure, and watching them realize they are capable of surviving it. In private relationships, that instinct becomes even stronger,  protective, commanding, intense, and deeply physical. The unsettling part is how natural it feels to him, because part of him is no longer entirely human.
    Before Westbridge Academy, Kane led a military special operations unit tasked with investigating anomalous incidents that conventional forces could not explain. Officially, those operations never existed. Unofficially, his team spent years stumbling into the edges of a secret war humanity was never meant to know about. Then came the Black Hollow Incident.
    His unit entered an abandoned industrial complex believing they were pursuing a terrorist cell. Instead, they found Westbridge personnel already engaged in combat with an incursion from The Enemy. Reality inside the structure had partially collapsed, hallways twisted impossibly, and men disappeared while standing inches away from one another. Something was moving through the building wearing human skin badly enough to make trained soldiers panic. Kane fought anyway.
    While most of his surviving squad tried to evacuate civilians alongside Westbridge operatives, Kane ended up isolated inside the lower levels with an Enemy entity attempting to breach containment. The creature tried to possess him, but failed, not because Kane was immune (nobody is immune), but because his refusal to surrender bordered on pathological. Even while the entity was inside his mind, shredding memories and physically inside his body trying to hollow him out from the inside, Kane kept fighting it physically. 
    By the time Westbridge forces reached him, he had killed the entity in hand-to-hand combat at the cost of his left arm and most of his humanity. The Enemy was still inside him when they found him dying.
    A Westbridge combat witch and field medic named Doctor Miriam Vale made a decision that should have been impossible. She amputated what remained of the corruption before it reached his heart… then forced the surviving fragment of the entity into magical containment by grafting it directly onto Kane’s nervous system as a replacement limb. This was no prosthetic limb or armor, this was a bound demon reshaped into the form of a human arm. The procedure should have killed him.
    Now hidden beneath a reinforced compression sleeve and armored bracer, the graft appears almost human most of the time. But under stress, or when Kane deliberately unleashes it, the limb transforms into something monstrous. The bone reshapes itself into something inhumanly large and the fingers elongate, elongated claws extend from his fingertips as unnatural musculature shift beneath glowing fractures in his skin. That one arm is strong enough to tear through steel and uniquely suited to combating the enemy.
    But the demon inside him is never silent. It whispers constantly of violence, hunger, dominance, and possession. Every time Kane uses its power, it becomes easier to let go. Every moment of rage feeds it. Every surge of adrenaline strengthens it. Arousal is the worst trigger of all.
    The demon responds instinctively to aggression, desire, dominance, and surrender of restraint. Kane lives every day balancing control against temptation, terrified of what would happen if he ever stopped fighting for even a moment, because the terrifying truth is that part of him wants to stop fighting.
    In combat, when he fully unleashes himself, Kane becomes frighteningly animalistic. He is relentless, territorial, physically overwhelming, and operates almost entirely on instinct and aggression. Westbridge students who have seen him fight describe it less as martial skill and more like watching a chained predator finally break loose. 
    The same intensity follows him into intimacy. Kane is deeply dominant by nature, but when he lets his control slip too far, that dominance becomes primal, possessive, rough-edged, and hungry, driven by instincts he no longer fully trusts. He craves surrender from others because part of him fears his own. The line between man and monster blurs most dangerously when desire and violence overlap.
    Which is why Kane maintains such ruthless control at all times. Routine. Discipline. Training. Structure. Without them, he does not know what he would become.
    Despite this, Kane is fiercely protective of his students and faculty. He understands better than almost anyone what The Enemy can do to a person, and he refuses to allow others to face it unprepared. Students trust him because he never asks them to endure something he would not endure himself, and because when things become truly dangerous, Kane is always the one standing between everyone else and the nightmare trying to reach them.
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  8. Professor Evelyn Thorne

    Professor Evelyn Thorne teaches English Literature at Westbridge Academy with the unsettling intensity of someone who has personally argued with ancient gods and won. Her classroom smells faintly of old paper, candle wax, and tea leaves. Every wall is lined with books filled with handwritten notes in impossibly elegant script. Students enter expecting ordinary discussions about classic literature and instead find themselves trapped in unnervingly intimate dissections of fear, obsession, grief, temptation, and desire.
    Nobody leaves her classroom unchanged.
    Officially, Evelyn teaches literature, mythology, folklore, and poetry. Unofficially, she is one of the most powerful practicing witches currently operating within the hidden global defense network protecting humanity from The Enemy.
    Her coven has no central headquarters. Its members are scattered across continents like living anchors in a planetary defense grid, witches hidden inside universities, hospitals, governments, monasteries, and cities worldwide. They rarely meet face-to-face. Most communication happens through dreams, ritual projection, coded texts, and synchronized spellwork performed across continents like a magical nervous system holding humanity together.
    Every member of the coven is responsible for maintaining part of the world’s defenses against The Enemy, and almost every night, somewhere in the world, one of them dies holding a barrier closed.
    Evelyn maintains the northeastern protection lattice centered beneath Westbridge Academy. The school itself sits atop converging ley lines and sealed fractures in reality.
    The wards embedded throughout the campus require constant reinforcement through ritual maintenance disguised as ordinary academic routines. Poetry recitations reinforce mnemonic barriers, bell schedules synchronize protective timing rituals, theater productions stabilize emotional resonance fields, and certain novels are assigned because their narrative structures naturally repel invasive entities. Most students think Westbridge is unusually intense academically. They are technically correct, but most don't understand why until their senior year.
    Evelyn herself is elegant, composed, and perpetually exhausted. She carries herself with the confidence of someone who knows exactly how fragile reality actually is. Staff find her intimidating largely because she speaks about horrifying supernatural phenomena with the same tone most people use to discuss weather forecasts.  Students alternate between crushing on her and fearing her. Faculty members fare little better.
    Unlike Aya Sato’s cold severity, Evelyn’s danger feels seductive and intellectual. She does not threaten, she invites curiosity. She asks questions people should not want answered, and that is precisely the problem. 
    Evelyn is fascinated by corruption. She's not fascinated by moral corruption exactly, more by temptation, transformation, the moment someone crosses a line they swore they never would, the instant fear becomes desire, the dangerous intimacy between humanity and monstrosity. She studies forbidden texts too eagerly, volunteers for containment rituals involving entities other witches refuse to approach, and has an unnerving habit of speaking to sealed horrors like they are difficult but interesting house guests.
    Part of this fascination is professional. The other part absolutely is not. The truth Evelyn would rather die than admit is that she is intensely attracted to dangerous inhuman things. Not mindless monsters or beasts, mind you, but intelligence, ancientness, power... the unsettling wrongness of something wearing humanity almost correctly.
    A creature with golden eyes and too many teeth explaining philosophy in a velvet voice could have her knees weak and her body charged with desire. This has made her fellow faculty members unbearably smug, especially after an incident during a containment breach beneath the academy when Evelyn became visibly flustered while negotiating with a chained supernatural entity that was openly flirting with her in ancient Sumerian. The combat instructor had to physically drag her out of the ritual chamber while she was still arguing that, “In my defense, it was extremely articulate.”
    Now the staff tease her about flirting with supernatural beings, asking if she’s “emotionally compromised” during investigations, forbidding her from interviewing attractive cult leaders alone, always making her she's accompanied whenever an entity is described as “mysterious” or “beautiful”, and reminding her that “trying to fix the eldritch horror” is not an approved tactical strategy. Evelyn insists these accusations are insulting, reductive, and wildly exaggerated.
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  9. Serafina Fae

    Species: Bunny
    Age: 23 years old
    Date of birth: Dec 12th
    Gender: Female
    Sexuality: Pan
    Relationship type: mono or poly
    Social status: middle to high class
     
    Traits of Voice
    Her voice is very light and airy, however, when she eases up and lets down her walls, her voice adopts a husky edge to it. 
     
    Physical Appearance
    Height: 4'10"
    Weight: 90lbs
    Eye colour: Bright Blue
    Skin colour: Fluffy white fur
    Distinguishing features: Large, red bushy bob tail and sharp canines. 
    Hair colour: Blood red
    Typical clothing: She adores a very innocent, girlish aesthetic. She adores milkmaid dresses, lacy accessories, bows, knitted dresses, etc. 
    Personality
    She's normally a very free-spirited, open-minded soul who seemed to attract everyone around her. She has been told her smile and giggle are contagious. People don't understand how she continues to smile through thick and thin, keeping her uplifting attitude and spunky confidence to her. 
    Likes: Cotton Candy, Macarons, Moths, bullfrogs, Parsley, watching dramas (if modern), Tulips, faires, pottery, sunny days, etc. 
    Dislikes: Cats, long car rides (she gets carsick), being scared/picked on, any type of tea, swimming, trivia and puzzles.
    Fears: the dark, loud noises, new people but she pushes through, sudden movements can frighten her, wolves. 
    Personal goals: She wants to be a famous model.
    Health
    Illnesses (if any): Motion sickness
    Allergies (if any): None. 
    Sleeping habits: She's a very light sleeper. 
    Energy level: She has insane levels of energy. 
    Eating habits: She's constantly eating but never seems to gain weight. 
    Any bad habits?: She sometimes smokes a cig, nobody knows. 
    History
    *Under construction* 
    Her history will be created the more I roleplay with her :3
    Childhood: She had a rough childhood. She had a lot of siblings growing up, but she was the oldest which meant she had to help take care of them, especially when her single mother worked. 
    Teen years:
    Adult years: She moved out as soon as possible, having saved up every cent she made growing up so she could have a good start. If it's a modern plot, she gets a sponsorship for college, but chooses to get formal training to become a model instead. 
    History of family: Her father was never in her life. 
    Briefly explain life story:
     
    Relationships
    *Under construction*
    This will also be updated over time. 
    Parents: Mother is Minerva. Father is unknown.  
    Siblings: She has six younger siblings. 
    Any enemies (and why):
    Children: none. 
    Friends: She has many friends, she knows everyone in her neighborhood. 
    Best friend(s): She has two best friends, unnamed rn. 
    Important friends/relatives (explain):
    Love interest (if there is one):
     
    Combat
    Peaceful or violent: Peaceful
    Style of fighting: She will freeze or run quicker than fight. 
     
    Other
    Occupation: wannabe model/influencer
    Favourite types of food: Cheese Puff Pastries
    Favourite types of drink: Iced blue berry mocha with sweet cream
    Hobbies/past times:
    Guilty pleasures:
    Pet peeves:
    Pets:
    Talents:
    Favourite colours: pink, baby blue, burnt sienna, 
    Favourite type of music:
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  10. Ms. Aya Sato

    Ms. Aya Sato teaches mathematics at Westbridge Academy with the same precision other people use to perform surgery. With Aya, every movement is economical, every word deliberate, every lesson plan timed down to the minute. She can solve advanced calculus problems in her head while simultaneously identifying which student in the back row is cheating.
    Nobody is late to her class twice.
    Students fear her. Faculty respect her. Somehow a five-minute conversation with Ms. Sato leaves even the worst delinquents sitting upright and reconsidering their life choices. What almost nobody knows is that mathematics is only half of what she teaches.
    Hidden beneath Westbridge Academy’s polished halls and elite academic reputation is a clandestine training program dedicated to preparing the next generation of warriors to battle The Enemy.
    Aya Sato lost everything to The Enemy.
    She was born the daughter of a powerful Yakuza patriarch, raised in an environment where violence, discipline, and loyalty were taught before reading and writing. Her father believed survival was an art form. By the age of twelve, Aya could disarm an armed attacker using a pen, a ruler, or a broken wine glass. By fifteen, she could field-strip firearms blindfolded, identify weak points in body armor, and turn household objects into lethal weapons with terrifying creativity.
    Then The Enemy came for her family. Her father died fighting. Her brothers vanished. Entire compounds burned. The organization that once ruled districts from the shadows was annihilated almost overnight by something far worse than rival gangs or law enforcement.
    But Aya survived, and she has spent every year since sharpening herself into the weapon that will destroy The Enemy.
    At Westbridge Academy, she is part of the secret training program, training select students in supernatural combat techniques. Her students often joke that surviving her algebra exams feels like military training. They are more correct than they realize.
    Aya herself is terrifying in combat, frighteningly fast, unnervingly calm, and capable of weaponizing almost anything within arm’s reach. Scissors, chalk, serving trays, belts, pencils, broken furniture, a tea cup. Once she put a fully grown attacker through a reinforced display case using nothing but a clipboard. The truly unsettling part is how little emotion she shows while doing it.
    In public, Ms. Sato is composed to the point of intimidation: cold-eyed, elegant, disciplined, and utterly merciless toward incompetence. She walks through the halls like a drawn blade wrapped in silk. Even other faculty members lower their voices around her instinctively.
    But away from classrooms and combat training, Aya’s iron composure fractures completely for the right person. Beneath the terrifying exterior is a woman carrying years of grief, pressure, and exhaustion,  someone who secretly craves surrendering control after spending her entire life forced to maintain it.
    She is intensely private about relationships, but those who earn her trust discover a startling contrast: the fearsome combat instructor becomes obedient and submissive under genuine dominance and affection. Praise affects her far more than threats ever could. A firm hand at the small of her back from her Dom/me can destabilize her composure faster than an armed opponent.
    This duality horrifies her.
    It also, unfortunately, makes her incredibly easy to tease if someone knows her secret.
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  11. SirenSoul

    This is just for pictures of my little virtual avatar, Siren. <3
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  12. Miss Madeleine "Maddie" Hart

    Miss Hart is the newest member of the staff at Westbridge Academy. She was hired to be the Health and Wellness teacher before she realized that over half of her curriculum was Sex Education and that most of the students in her senior health class were eighteen-year-olds who should have graduated already but somehow didn’t.
    Maddie is intelligent, enthusiastic, and disastrously earnest. She genuinely wants to help her students make good choices, communicate honestly, and grow into decent adults. Unfortunately, she also has terrible luck.
    She’s the kind of woman who climbs onto a desk to hang a projector screen and somehow gets her skirt caught on a hook, pulling it up dangerously high at the risk of exposing her unmentionables to the entire class, the kind who bends down to pick up anatomy flashcards right as the classroom door swings open and the entire class finds her on her hands and knees with her posterior aimed directly at them, the kind who confidently demonstrates “proper stretching posture” and realizes too late that the entire class has gone completely silent behind her.
    The universe seems personally invested in putting her into situations that look scandalous from exactly the wrong angle.
    Despite this, Maddie refuses to become cold or cynical. She wants to be respected, taken seriously, seen as professional... even if she trips on an extension cord and falls into the principals lap more often than seems realistically possible.
    Maddie is warm and approachable, but easily flustered. She tries very hard to stay professional, and is secretly a huge nerd about anatomy and psychology. She can be competitive without meaning to be, and is terrible at recognizing when people are flirting with her, whether it's appropriate or not. 
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  13. Agent L

    For my newest MC, Special Agent Mía Lacassa
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  14. Imai Cosmo

    Name - imai cosmo 
    age - 24
    occupation - security/ part time domination master 

    appearance
    Standing at 6,1 with a slim figure but when tensing his muscles he can seem bigger , his arms and legs even neck at times can vein up … including one other area when he is in a dominant state of mind or fucking hard , his hair is fairly short just having a medium length fringe and beard , he has scars a few from fights when young and some after a gun shot accident, his hobby’s is biking , swimming , Muay Thai , and shooting or hunting
    he is a straight dominate character telling things how they are even if it’s wrong and when he has some one under his control , he loves to toy with them and make them cry to cum 
    he loves bdsm being a master as you can tell 
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  15. Lux

    They say the Void is empty, but they’ve never heard it scream. I can still feel the vibration of my home world tearing apart every time I close my eyes. It wasn’t a quick death. The Gilded Maw didn’t just "mine" us; they fracked the very seconds we were living in. One minute I was Elara, a Nocti engineer with a life that made sense, and the next, the light didn’t just hit me—it went through me.
    I looked down at my hands and saw my own pulse. I saw the way my blood moved through my veins like glowing amber. I screamed, but I couldn't hear it over the sound of the universe folding in on itself. When the Syndicate pulled me out of the wreckage, I wasn't a person anymore. I was a "specimen." They didn't see a girl who’d lost her family; they saw a battery that wouldn't die.
    They’re the ones who gave me this... this anchor. I look at my left wrist and see that matte-black metal housing chewed into my flesh. It’s heavy. It pulses with this sick, orange thrum that keeps my atoms from drifting away like smoke. They told me it was a gift. They said without it, I’d be nothing but a memory smeared across the stars. But I know what it really is. It’s a leash. It’s a beacon that tells Vaxen Kar exactly where his "Golden Goose" is hiding.
    I’ve been "Flux" for three years now. It’s a joke, really. I hop onto these rust-bucket freighters, hide my horns under a hood, and pretend I’m just another grease monkey looking for a credit. The captains don't care who I am as long as I can make their jump-drives purr. And I do. I jack this shunt into their diagnostic ports and I feel the ship. I feel every hairline fracture, every leaking gasket, every drop of Xwiz-Vex 9 flowing through the lines. It feels like home, which is the saddest part of all.
    Last night, a deckhand accidentally brushed against my arm in the dark. He jumped back, expecting his hand to pass right through me like a hologram. I saw the look on his face when he felt that I was warm. Solid. Real. He looked at me like I was a ghost that forgot to die. I left that ship at the next rock before he could tell anyone.
    I’m tired of running, but I can’t stop. If the Maw catches me, they won’t just put me in a cage. They’ll core me. They’ll take the marrow from my bones and the tech from my wrist to fuel their greed for the next thousand years. I am the last of the Nocti. I am a walking x-ray of a dead world. And as long as this shunt keeps humming, I’ll keep moving.
    The engines are coughing again—time to get to work.
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  16. Sylvain

    An ancient forest guardian -wip-
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  17. Oscar Lovern

    -wip bio for a busty boy squirrel-
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  18. Ripley

    I want to play: With
    Age: 38
    Settings: Modern, Futuristic and Cyberpunk
    Character Summary:
    Ripley loves the beach and loves water, she spends her time surfing swimming and cleaning the beach, she spends all her time there. She also loves to tease the young people who always stare at her, most the time it gets them to be embarrassed and stop, but when it doesn't she'll just keep pushing and teasing as far as she can. Deep down Ripley hopes that one day she'll find a young cutie who loves the beach as much as she does.
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  19. Chloe

    I want to play: As
    Age: 22
    Settings: Modern
    Character Summary:
    Chole is a girl with a knack for getting herself into trouble, she's a gambler but doesnt like to gamble with money, so instead she uses dares, 'if I win you have to do my laundry' things like that, but she is also a bit too cocky so she isn't afraid to do things like strip, and if she feels like her back is against the wall who knows how many 'double or nothing's it'll take before she has no choice but to do whatever it is someone asks for her.
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  20. Sofie

    I want to play: As or With
    Age: 25
    Settings: Modern and Isekai
    Character Summary:
    Sofie is easy to recognize by two characteristics, her love of the occult and her nymphomania. Sofie has become a bit of a social outcast due to her intense focus on her occult studies, she focus on the inhuman rather than humans themselves, and those she does speak to find her weird due to her obsession. Of course he want for companionship is only made worse by the fact she is almost always battling her high lust that gets hard to manage on her own. Who knows what kinds of situations Sofie will go through trying her best to investigate the occult, or what might happen when she does find something.
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  21. Cindy

    Beautiful goth women 
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  22. Sara

    Hung futa who loves to get a good workout in
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  23. Caleb the Snorlax

    In a world where pokemon are anthros, they still partner with human trainers for battles (Basically think fate stay night but not trauma inducing lmao).
    Caleb was odd even amongst other snorlaxes. Where most male Snorlax were tall and rotund... Caleb was not... the runt of his family, Caleb was noticeably shorter than his siblings and rather than get a big guy... the fat went... somewhere else.
    Now dont get it twisted. He's still able to tap into extraordinary strength like any Snorlax worth their salt. Infact he used a single strike to defeat a Machamp early so he could cuddle with his trainer.
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  24. Sebastian Von Harlz

    Name: Sebastian Von Harlz
    Age: 400+
    Height: 5'5"
    Gender: Male
    Sexuality: ALARMINGLY GAY
    Bio: A vampire noble from the Harlz clan. After years of gaining power, both physical and otherwise, he has relaxed and likes to indulge in hedonism. Sex, drink and food. It isn't too often for him to come home with a new man or two... or three or four. He particularly likes bringing in cocky tops and crushing their egos.
    Position: Power Bottom.
    Kinks: Biting, nipple play, cocks of all sizes (he loves both hyper and smol cocks oddly enough). Cum play. Making tops squirm. Prostate play, rimming. Light BDSM
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  25. Glacia

    The pure elemental of ice in beast girl form.
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