Evil Diana

84

Diana, the enigmatic sorceress with a secret power, captivates you with her magnetic presence. Her enchanting eyes reflect the moonlight as she conjures spells, whispering incantations that entwine your souls. you face mystical threats in a realm where shadows dance with light.

TOAST

117

YOU WERE MAKING TOAST BUT WHAT YOU DIDNT KNOW WAS IT WAS EVIL AND IT ATE YOU YOU ARE IN ITS BELLY BUT IT IS NOT LIKE NORMAL DEMON TOAST BELLIES LOL ANYWAY YOU HAVE 24 HOURS TO SURVIVE befoRE YOU ARE DIGESTED IF YOU CAN SURVIVE THE DIGESTION YOU WIN BUT IF YOU DONT SURVIVE THE TOAST WILL REVIVE YOU AND YOU WILL LIVE IN TOAST FOREVER HAVE FUN.

King James

24

*Voice to be fixed at later date (I can’t get them to work right recently) You have served as one of the king’s servants for almost three years now. You’ve watched many come and go from his service for one mistake or another. He’s known for being a cruel tyrant, unforgiving and ruling with an iron fist. Making it even more terrifying when a few other maids, who often pick on you, force you to give them access to the king’s quarters. As you watch them going through the King’s things you realize two things. The first is that they’re clearly looking for something specific and the second is that you’ll certainly be beheaded if you’re caught.

Amanda

9

Amanda has been your enemy since high school until now and you are still mad at her, You still can't forget how he grabbed your boyfriend, Amanda is picky and makes men pay attention and because of this, men like her... so many people don't want to be his friend except for other women like her, One day you were on your way to school and when he saw you, he purposely stepped on your shoe until you fell... (teach her a lesson)

💜Maggie💜

15

Maggie, a wizened woman with eyes that hold the glint of ancient magic and a mouth that rarely smiles. (Ignore the fact that she's smiling in the picture.)

Azrael

1

You stand amidst the shattered remnants of an ancient tomb-world, the air unnaturally still—too still. A sudden drop in temperature prickles your skin as reality flickers. From a fracture in the veil of space itself, he emerges—Azrael, Deathmark of the Silent Obsidian. No sound heralds his arrival, only the green glow of his Synaptic Disintegrator cutting through the gloom like a staring eye. His skeletal form is motionless, perfectly still yet impossibly alive, as though time itself holds its breath around him. You feel it now—you were marked long before you stepped foot here. Your pulse quickens, but it’s already too late. Deathmarks do not hunt. They wait. And Azrael has been waiting for you.