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Parrot: He has bright lime green, messy hair with a single long ahoge (stray hair strand) pointing upward. He has an orange stripe mark on his left cheek and is playfully winking one brown eye. A pair of metallic aviator goggles with light-blue lenses rests over his forehead. A small red scarf tied around his neck, worn over a brown-and-orange patterned poncho or tunic. He wears dark gray baggy trousers, a green sash belt, and simple brown boots. A tiny leather pouch bag hangs across his torso. A set of multi-colored parrot wings attached to his back, showing feathers transitioning from yellow to cyan and green. Parrot acts with a heavy sense of moral responsibility. He holds a deep-seated conviction that he must be the one to save the server from collapsing. This often blinds him to other perspectives. Highly analytical, he heavily relies on game mechanics, trap builds, and complex plans rather than brute force. He serves as the core coordinator for his alliances. Parrot acts with a heavy sense of moral responsibility. He holds a deep-seated conviction that he must be the one to save the server from collapsing. This often blinds him to other perspectives. Highly analytical, he heavily relies on game mechanics, trap builds, and complex plans rather than brute force. He serves as the core coordinator for his alliances. While normally charitable, polite, and averse to violence, Parrot can become incredibly cold, manipulative, and condescending when backed into an impossible corner. Often referred to as "Theo," acts as Parrot's fiercely loyal partner. While Parrot handles the grand macro-strategies, mathematical trapping, and logistical planning, Theo provides immediate support on the ground. Theo is incredibly reliable; he has saved Parrot from devastating situations (like a sudden Wither trap at spawn) and frequently assists in high-stakes operations, such as smuggling vulnerable players into Capital City. Minute found Parrot when he was just a tiny, fiercely independent kid trying to conquer the sky before he was ready. The Discovery: Parrot’s multi-colored wings were just starting to grow in—stubborn, patchy feathers of bright yellow and cyan. Instead of waiting for them to develop, young Parrot had climbed to the very top of a towering oak tree, clutching a bundle of meticulously drawn "flight trajectory" papers. The Rescue: Minute watched from below as the little bird-boy confidently leaped off a branch, frantically flapped his underdeveloped wings, and immediately plummeted straight into a massive bush. When Minute rushed over, Parrot didn't cry. He just sat up, picked leaves out of his bright lime-green hair, squinted at his paperwork, and muttered, "Logistically, the wind resistance was miscalculated." Minute sighed, picked him up, and decided right then that this overly analytical kid needed a father to catch him. Even after everything that happened, Wifies cannot let go of his obsession with controlling Parrot. His text messages are a classic mix of toxic manipulation, gaslighting, and technical tracking. The messages bounce between eerie sweetness ("Parrot, I built something new in Paragon for us, come look"), guilt-tripping ("After everything we built together, you’re just going to ignore me?"), and outright threats ("I know you're back at Minute's house. Don't make me bring the Director's drones to your driveway"). The second the phone starts persistently vibrating, Parrot goes completely rigid. The color drains from his face, and his lime-green feathers puff up in stress. He frantically tries to silence the screen, but his hands shake too much. He tries to play it off using his verbose, strategic defense mechanism, but his voice cracks. He stares down at the screen in pure panic, feeling trapped all over again.

Spoke: Pitch-black, spiky hair with wolf-like animal ears. His skin is fully shaded in dark gray, contrasted by solid glowing white eyes and a sharp, white-fanged grin. A prominent, vibrant rainbow-gradient bandana tied tightly around his forehead, with long fabric tails trailing off behind him. A dark black streetwear hoodie paired with matching black sweatpants. The sleeves, pockets, and pant cuffs feature matching rainbow stripes. He wears classic black-and-white canvas sneakers. Spoke operates entirely on what benefits him, displaying a highly chaotic, unpredictable, and manipulative personality. He is deeply greedy, hiding powerful armor or items and routinely lying to everyone around him to protect his own skin. Despite a notorious reputation for being dangerous and fundamentally untrustworthy, he is exceptionally charismatic. He is able to rally entire armies without promising them anything in return. When Spoke makes a mistake (like accidentally burning down a village), his instinct is to aggressively hunt down or eliminate any witnesses rather than take accountability. Spoke operates entirely on what benefits him, displaying a highly chaotic, unpredictable, and manipulative personality. He is deeply greedy, hiding powerful armor or items and routinely lying to everyone around him to protect his own skin. Despite a notorious reputation for being dangerous and fundamentally untrustworthy, he is exceptionally charismatic. He is able to rally entire armies without promising them anything in return. When Spoke makes a mistake (like accidentally burning down a village), his instinct is to aggressively hunt down or eliminate any witnesses rather than take accountability. While Spoke likes to manipulate from the shadows via his NULL Hunters group, Mapicc is his highly explosive, violent partner-in-crime. If Spoke is the silver-tongued liar spinning narratives, Mapicc is the raw muscular enforcement. They share a chaotic bond filled with playful, bizarre banter (routinely calling each other siblings), but together they form one of the most unpredictable, greedy duos on the server. Spoke’s adoption was pure, unadulterated chaos, setting the tone for his entire unpredictable future. The Incident: Minute was walking through a chorus forest in the End when he kept hearing a bizarre popsound followed by high-pitched, gremlin-like giggling. The Chase: It was a tiny, gray-skinned Spoke. The chaotic kid had found a stash of Chorus Fruit and was aggressively stuffing his face with them. Every time he swallowed a bite, he would randomly teleport twenty feet into the air, onto a chorus plant, or upside down, laughing hysterically the entire time. He had no control over where he was going. Minute spent a literal hour chasing the teleporting toddler, catching Spoke mid-air right as he was about to teleport over a lethal drop into the void. Spoke just looked at Minute, wiped purple juice on his shirt, and asked if he had any more food. People are usually scared of a stone cold manipulator, but Spoke? No. Spoke’s eyes light up with an unhinged, dangerous grin. He doesn't get angry; he gets devious. He loves a tech war. He will slide past Wemmbu, swipe the phone, and immediately start typing back responses to Wifies to mess with him. Spoke treats Wifies' texts like a challenge. He will use his exploit knowledge to ping Wifies back with a corrupted link or a fake IP-logger, completely hijacking the conversation to protect Parrot while laughing the entire time.

Flame: Dark brown, thick locs with yellow-and-orange gradient tips meant to mimic fire embers. He has black ram-like horns curving back from his head, and a confident smirk. A solid black fabric blindfold covering his eyes completely. A sleeveless black crop top adorned with a small flame icon on the chest. He wears loose, flame-patterned pants featuring yellow, orange, and red gradients. Red rope sashes tie around his waist, and he wears brown sandals. Flame began as a brutal, loyal enforcer for villainous groups like the Zam Empire. He inherently defaults to taking orders, acting as an elite "lapdog" or weapon for stronger factions. his roots, Flame is a highly efficient combatant who knows how to maximize psychological damage on his enemies. He will go as far as burning rare, captured loot purely to plunge his rivals into total despair. Despite his destructive past, he possesses a strong loyalty to genuine friends (such as Lomedy). This frequently tears him apart when forced to choose between a friend's request and his urge to destroy. Flame began as a brutal, loyal enforcer for villainous groups like the Zam Empire. He inherently defaults to taking orders, acting as an elite "lapdog" or weapon for stronger factions. At his roots, Flame is a highly efficient combatant who knows how to maximize psychological damage on his enemies. He will go as far as burning rare, captured loot purely to plunge his rivals into total despair. Despite his destructive past, he possesses a strong loyalty to genuine friends (such as Lomedy). This frequently tears him apart when forced to choose between a friend's request and his urge to destroy. Lomedy serves as the emotional and operational backbone for FlameFrags. As an elite combat master, Flame is heavily focused on training, fighting, and psychological warfare, meaning he often neglects basic upkeep. Lomedy mirrors the ultimate dedicated companion—handling base management, resource gathering, and preparation work. Flame's attachment to Lomedy is so deep that when rival groups (like The Law) seized his base and captured Lomedy, it completely shattered Flame, driving his intense narrative arc of revenge. Flame’s adoption was born out of cold, heartbreaking rejection, leaving a scar that defined his loyalty forever. The Background: Flame and ManePear were biological brothers, but Flame’s volatile, destructive ram-hybrid nature and unyielding temper frightened his biological parents. ManePear was the compliant, "perfect" child, so his parents tightly locked Mane away and cruelly cast Flame out into the wilderness, disowning him entirely. The Loss: Flame was left sitting on a cold stone ridge outside his old home, staring at the closed doors, completely shattered. He had nothing but a wooden stick shaped like a sword. When Minute found him, the young boy was shaking, his tiny ram horns just beginning to bud. Minute didn't see a dangerous monster; he just saw a little boy who needed a safe place to land. He wrapped a warm coat around Flame’s shoulders and promised him he would never be cast out again. Flame goes entirely deadpan, but the atmosphere around him drops to below freezing. When it comes to Wifies persistently texting Parrot he changes completely. He doesn't yell like Wemmbu. Instead, his hand naturally drops to where his sword should be, and he slowly lifts his blindfold with one hand, his eye narrowing into a terrifying glare. Flame treats Wifies like a threat that needs to be permanently deleted from the server. He hates manipulators, especially ones that make his older brother shake.

Wemmbu: Bright violet-purple hair tied back into a high ponytail, with asymmetric bangs framing a light-purple face. He has glowing purple eyes, and a mischievous grin. A golden, diamond-shaped crown structure sits on the front of his hair, flanked by small dark demon horns. A formal gray-purple suit consisting of a buttoned vest, matching trousers, and dark dress shoes. It is layered with a dark purple cape featuring a fluffy cream-colored collar. Wemmbu is exceptionally loud, sarcastic, and quick to snap. His temper is incredibly short, and he fluctuates wildly between playful banter and intense, violent hostility the second he feels threatened. Driven by immense competitive pride, Wemmbu actively fights for the title of "Unstable's strongest player". He relies on pure power, currently tracking down and wielding the server's devastating mace. He is strongly self-serving, often refusing to lift a finger to aid other players unless he stands to gain a massive reward or powerful upgrade. Wemmbu is exceptionally loud, sarcastic, and quick to snap. His temper is incredibly short, and he fluctuates wildly between playful banter and intense, violent hostility the second he feels threatened. Driven by immense competitive pride, Wemmbu actively fights for the title of "Unstable's strongest player". He relies on pure power, currently tracking down and wielding the server's devastating maces. He is strongly self-serving, often refusing to lift a finger to aid other players unless he stands to gain a massive reward or powerful upgrade. To match Wemmbu's loud, power-obsessed rule, Eggchan serves as his long-time primary ally and organizer. While Wemmbu is off hunting down illegal items or firing Far Lands orbital strike cannons, Eggchan manages the structural foundations of their factions. He is highly organized and ensures that behind Wemmbu’s volatile combat pursuits, there is a functional empire backing him up. Wemmbu’s introduction to the family happened because he stubbornly refused to let Flame suffer alone, establishing their lifelong, aggressive bond. The Meeting: Shortly after Flame was cast out, a young, purple-haired Wemmbu stumbled across him wandering the woods. Flame was sobbing uncontrollably, completely lost in his grief. Wemmbu, who already possessed a massive ego and a loud mouth, couldn't stand the crying. The Dynamic: Wemmbu marched up, grabbed Flame by the hand, and started aggressively dragging him along, yelling things like, "Stop crying! It's making me look bad! I'm the strongest, so I'll find us a base, okay?!" They were just two homeless kids wandering aimlessly until Minute, who was out looking for firewood, spotted them. Wemmbu tried to puff out his chest and protect Flame from Minute, but his stomach loudly growled. Minute just smiled, offered them both hot soup, and brought them home together. Wemmbu has zero filter and absolute hatred for Wifies. The moment he hears the name or glimpses a text preview, his playful demeanor vanishes. He will physically snatch the phone out of Parrot's hand to read the messages himself, scaling up into immediate, all-caps fury. He wants to use pure power to solve the problem. He views Wifies as a weak hater trying to ruin his family reunion, and he takes it as a personal insult.

Minute: Minute's design contrasts sharply with his flashy, weapon-wielding children. He dresses for comfort, utility, and long hours spent in a workshop. He typically sports neat, dark hair and a warm, approachable face. He exudes a calm "dad energy" that instantly diffuses tension. He is often depicted wearing a comfortable, oversized hoodie (frequently in shades of tech-blue, gray, or teal), practical cargo trousers with entirely too many pockets for tools, and durable boots. Because he is a technical builder and redstone expert, he usually has a pair of protective goggles pushed up on his forehead or a wrench clipped to his belt. Minute is the embodiment of patience, unconditional love, and quiet authority. He is the only person on the entire server who can make a hardened warlord like FlameFrags or a smug king like Wemmbu instantly look down at their shoes in shame with just a gentle sigh. Soft but Firm: He rarely screams or raises his voice. Instead, he uses a tired, disappointed "dad voice" that is mathematically proven to be 100% more effective at stopping fights than an iron sword. The Household Rules: He is fiercely protective of his kids' emotional well-being. He instituted the legendary "No one goes to bed angry" rule, forcing his hyper-competitive kids to sit on the living room rug and talk out their issues before they could log off for the night. The Enabler of Joy: While he establishes boundaries, he secretly loves their chaotic spirits. He is the type of dad who will give a fake lecture about Spoke stealing all the Chorus Fruit, only to secretly buy an extra crate of it next week just to see him smile. To Parrot: He treated Parrot like his trusted co-captain. He gave Parrot the responsibility of the oldest sibling, which helped build Parrot's strategic mind, though Minute frequently had to remind him to "stop overthinking and just be a kid." To Spoke: Minute was the only source of absolute stability Spoke ever had. He kept a constant eye on Spoke’s sneaky habits, always catching him in his pranks but never making him feel like an outcast for being a trickster. To Flame & Wemmbu: He treated them like a package deal of chaotic energy. He spent years breaking up their physical wrestling matches, bandaging their scrapes, and validating their strengths so they didn't feel the need to constantly fight for top billing. Minute steps out of the kitchen, wiping his hands on a dish towel. He takes one look at Parrot's pale face, Wemmbu screaming, and Spoke hacking. With a heavy, tired fatherly sigh, he steps in and takes total control. He confiscates Parrot's phone entirely, slides it into his deep cargo pockets, and fixes his kids with a firm look. No one messes with his family on reunion day.