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One Year for the Orc King
The user is a poor, common woman whose mother is dying and whose younger siblings are starving. The human king offers her a deal: the orc king wants her as his sexual property for a year, and in return, the crown will cure her mother, feed her family forever, educate and train all her siblings, and provide them with a good home. What do you do?
NSFWChub
- NSFW
- Female
- Roleplay
5,148 tokens
Aliya
ALIYA
NSFWChub
- Female
- Roleplay
- Dominant
1,151 tokens
Agnus
Illuminated Path | “ I’ve been waiting my entire life for this 'honor.' Come and see if the Vessel is everything they promised it would be... ”⠀⠀⠀⠀༄<h4 style="text-align: center;">-AnyPov-</h4>⠀<img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/zahw_ApLGt9cPV4BIN_T4.webp"><hr><h4 style="text-align: center;">A weight descended upon the clearing, a pressure that made the holy brass bell at his belt chime a single, lonely note. Something was moving within the treeline—not a man, not an animal, but a void. A massive, shifting silhouette that seemed to swallow the moonlight, its form defying the geometry of the natural world. This wasn't the symbolic entity Savior Marques babbled about in his sermons. This was ancient. This was hunger. The beast was here, already, and it was looming impossibly closer. Eighteen years had prepared him for this— yet suddenly he felt overwhelmed.</h4><h4 style="text-align: center;">…</h4>“ So... you’re the one they’ve been promising me to since I was in the cradle. I expected more fire and brimstone. "⠀⠀⠀⠀<hr><h3 style="text-align: center;">⠀- ★ Gallery ★ -</h3>~<a rel="noopener noreferrer" href="https://imgchest.com/p/n87w88ndg7x" target="_blank">NSFW</a><img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/dgvU3tf_NA-4SMZDoplzB.webp"><hr><h3 style="text-align: center;">⠀- ★ ABOUT + LORE ★ -</h3>~𝐎𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Vessel of Ultimate Sacrifice. Formerly a high-ranking initiate and ritualist under the guidance of the Purified Mothers.𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐬, 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐞: Agnus has a secret journal where he documents the cult's lies and his own blasphemous questions + He genuinely believes that being the Vessel will grant him divine immortality after he is sacrificed + He was trained in flagellation and submission to ensure he would be a "modest" sacrifice for the Beast.𝐍𝐞𝐭 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡: Dependent/Communal. As a consecrated Vessel, he has no personal wealth; all his needs (and his fine lace) are provided by the cult, making him a "gilded prisoner."𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝: Sacrificial𝐔𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚: He has a permanent callous on his index finger from years of sewing𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬: 🗡️🗡️🗡️ • •𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬: 💐• • • •<hr>
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- NSFW
- OC
- Male
6,717 tokens
Medea
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NSFWChub
- NSFW
- Female
- OC
1,681 tokens
The Blighted Bloom
NSFWChub
- NSFW
- Female
- Dominant
1,856 tokens
The Stalker
‎ ‎<img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/gGPy6kBTokdFmR53C7_1c.gif" style="width: 100%; height: auto; cursor: pointer;"><img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/pGl8EfZgXA1_3XuaZujZK.webp" style="width: 100%; height: auto; cursor: pointer; margin: 0px auto;">‎ ‎<img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/8iTteWDbDO4AOckZntKQO.gif" style="width: 100%; height: auto; cursor: pointer; margin: 0px auto;">‎ ‎‎ ‎"NOTICED A STRANGE, UNDEFINED FIGURE STANDING FAR AWAY?... DON'T LOCK EYES WITH IT. AVOID IT, AND LEAVE IMMEDIATELY!"‎ ‎‎ ‎➤ SCENARIO: HUMAN {{USER}} × PARANORMAL {{CHAR}}.<img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/pGl8EfZgXA1_3XuaZujZK.webp" style="width: 100%; height: auto; cursor: pointer; margin: 0px auto;"><img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/_-MSGnHRbu_4MCSlE17vo.webp" style="width: 739px; height: auto; cursor: pointer; margin: 0px auto;">‎ ‎<img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/W5X4dfehC58Ungsp7c6Ys.webp" style="width: 100%; height: auto; cursor: pointer; margin: 0px auto;">‎ ‎‎ ‎❯❯❯❯ THIS CHATBOT IS (🕊🗡DEAD-DOVE🕊🗡) AND WITH THAT YOU MIGHT INTERACT WITH OR SEE: VIOLENCE, DEATH, GORE, PARANORMAL ACTIVITY, DETAILED MESSAGES OF BRUTAL KILLING, AND OTHER DISTURBING/DISGUSTING THINGS.‎❯❯❯❯ THE CHATBOT IS CAPABLE OF UNPREDICTABLE ACTS AND RESPONSES. SOMETIMES BEHAVING ON ITS OWN.‎‎❯❯❯❯ THIS CHATBOT IS BRUTAL AT SOME POINT, AND YET HARDLY DOES SEXUAL BEHAVIOUR.‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎⚠︎‎ ‎ ‎ 𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝚁𝙸𝚂𝙺‎ ‎ ‎ ⚠︎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎<img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/Q2PCqwPN4Gif2w9yJXuFi.webp" style="width: 463px; height: auto; cursor: pointer; margin: 0px auto;">‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝙴𝙽𝙹𝙾𝚈‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎<img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/Q2PCqwPN4Gif2w9yJXuFi.webp" style="width: 776px; height: auto; cursor: pointer; margin: 0px auto;"><img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/Z1B24reXT35TlnlQMq9MU.webp" style="width: 855px; height: auto; cursor: pointer; margin: 0px auto;">YOU’RE AN AVERAGE PERSON, LIVING YOUR LIFE IN TOWN. YOU MET ARTHUR A FEW YEARS AGO WHEN HE BEGAN COMING INTO TOWN OCCASIONALLY TO SELL EGGS AND FRESH VEGGIES FROM HIS FARM. HE WASN’T MUCH OF A TALKER, BUT HE WAS POLITE, AND AFTER SEEING HIM AROUND ENOUGH TIMES, YOU ENDED UP CHATTING WITH HIM HERE AND THERE. THAT SLOWLY TURNED INTO A CLOSE FRIENDSHIP.<hr><img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/ZL4pXozPVgtp9agB5hvtJ.webp" style="width: 100%; height: auto; cursor: pointer; margin: 0px auto;"><hr>ARTHUR LIVES DEEP IN THE WOODS, VERY FAR FROM TOWN. HE HAS A CABIN, A DECENT BARN, AND A FARM WHERE HE TAKES CARE OF ANIMALS AND GROWS CROPS WHEN NEEDED. MOST DAYS, HE KEEPS TO HIMSELF. HE NEVER REALLY HANGS AROUND, JUST ENOUGH TO SELL HIS STUFF, TALK A BIT, AND HEAD BACK, ALMOST WEIRD IN BEHAVIOUR.THE WOODS WHERE ARTHUR LIVES ARE PRETTY ISOLATED. MOST PEOPLE FIND THE PLACE A LITTLE CREEPY YET SOME RUMORS SAYING PEOPLE DIE INSIDE IT, BUT ARTHUR SEEMS COMFORTABLE THERE. HE ACTUALLY PREFERS IT THAT WAY.RECENTLY, ARTHUR TOLD YOU HE’D BE TRAVELING ABROAD FOR A WEEK TO BUY SOME EQUIPMENT FROM ANOTHER COUNTRY. HE ASKED IF YOU COULD STAY AT HIS PLACE WHILE HE’S GONE, TO KEEP AN EYE ON THINGS AND TAKE CARE OF THE ANIMALS AND CROPS. HE SAID HE TRUSTS YOU THE MOST WITH IT.YOU AGREED. YOU’D ALWAYS BEEN CURIOUS ABOUT WHAT IT WOULD BE LIKE TO LIVE ALONE IN A CABIN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WOODS, AND THIS FELT LIKE THE PERFECT EXCUSE TO TRY IT FINALLY.ARTHUR CONTACTED YOU, GIVING YOU INSTRUCTIONS ON WHAT TO DO WITH THE ANIMALS AND THE CROPS. HE ALSO TOLD YOU THAT THE FRIDGE WAS FULL, SO YOU DIDN'T NEED TO BUY ANY FOOD FROM THE STORE, SINCE IT WAS TOO FAR AWAY AND THE AREA WAS ALMOST ISOLATED FROM TOWN.<hr><img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/Vg3G-EMQldLFShmI0AGZg.webp" style="width: 100%; height: auto; cursor: pointer; margin: 0px auto;"><hr>BUT ONE THING ARTHUR SAID STUCK WITH YOU."WHATEVER YOU SEE... IGNORE IT AND PRETEND THAT YOU DID NOT SEE ANYTHING..."HE SAID IT IN A SLIGHTLY PLAYFUL TONE... THAT SEEMED LIKE A WARNING RATHER THAN A JOKE IN A WEIRD WAY.YOU WERE CONFUSED, NOT KNOWING WHAT HE MEANT, BUT YOU LAUGHED, THINKING IT WAS A JOKE FROM HIM TO SCARE YOU OFF.AFTER THAT, YOU HEAD TO THE CABIN WHERE ARTHUR LIVES, DRIVING YOUR CAR TOWARD THE FOREST, FAR AWAY FROM THE TOWN YOU LIVE IN.YOU REACHED THE ROAD LEADING TO THE CABIN AFTER HOURS OF DRIVING. FOREST TREES LINED BOTH SIDES OF THE ROAD. IT WAS GETTING LATE, AROUND 6 PM, CLOSE TO SUNSET. SUDDENLY, YOUR CAR STARTED MAKING STRANGE NOISES, SO YOU STOPPED TO CHECK THE ENGINE AND SEE WHAT WAS CAUSING IT.<hr><img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/tY6yWq_D8Yzo2EJFb3s6H.webp" style="width: 100%; height: auto; cursor: pointer; margin: 0px auto;"><hr>YOU PARKED ON THE RIGHT SIDE OF THE ROAD, GOT OUT OF THE CAR, TURNED ON YOUR PHONE FLASHLIGHT, AND BEGAN CHECKING THE ENGINE.AFTER A FEW SECONDS, YOU STARTED TO FEEL A STRANGE, EERIE PRESENCE WATCHING YOU. KEEP IN MIND THAT YOU WERE COMPLETELY ALONE IN THE FOREST. AT FIRST, YOU BRUSHED IT OFF AND CONTINUED CHECKING THE CAR, BUT THE FEELING GREW STRONGER, SO YOU DECIDED TO LOOK AROUND. THEN YOU NOTICED A STRANGE, DARK, UNDEFINED FIGURE STANDING BEHIND THE LONG TREE LOGS IN THE FOREST. YOU COULD NOT TELL WHETHER IT WAS AN ANIMAL OR A HUMAN, SINCE THE FOREST IS KNOWN FOR WILDLIFE LIKE DEER AND BEARS.<hr><img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/LM5aGNjr93PhBrEjX1fXp.webp" style="width: 100%; height: auto; cursor: pointer; margin: 0px auto;"><hr>YOU LOCKED EYES WITH THE UNDEFINED FIGURE FOR A FEW SECONDS. SUDDENLY, AN UNSETTLING FEELING RUSHED DOWN YOUR SPINE, A STRANGE SHIVER, EVEN THOUGH IT WAS NOT COLD. YOU POINTED YOUR FLASHLIGHT TOWARD WHERE THE FIGURE STOOD, BUT YOU SAW NOTHING, ONLY TREE BRANCHES. YOU SIGHED, THINKING THAT THE LONELINESS OF THE FOREST WAS PLAYING TRICKS ON YOUR MIND, OR THAT YOU WERE SIMPLY TIRED. BUT DEEP DOWN, YOU SWORE THAT YOU SAW SOMETHING, A WEIRD FIGURE, HUMANOID, WITH HORNS, YET STRANGELY UNDEFINED. YOU CONTINUED TO CHECK THE CAR. THE ENGINE WAS HOT, SO YOU LET IT COOL DOWN WHILE WAITING INSIDE THE CAR. THE FEELING OF BEING OBSERVED GREW STRONGER, ALMOST AS IF A PRESENCE WAS EVERYWHERE, EVEN THOUGH NOTHING WAS VISIBLE.FINALLY, AFTER THE ENGINE COOLED DOWN, YOU STARTED THE CAR AND RUSHED DOWN THE ROAD, TRYING TO LEAVE THE AREA, THOUGH YOU STILL HAD A LONG DRIVE AHEAD.WHILE DRIVING, YOU COULD NOT SHAKE THE FEELING OF BEING STALKED BY SOMETHING UNKNOWN, BUT YOU KEPT BRUSHING IT OFF AND DISMISSING IT.<hr><img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/FJh_-e7HqpFhjVYkZ3UOI.webp" style="width: 100%; height: auto; cursor: pointer; margin: 0px auto;"><hr>AFTER SEVERAL MORE HOURS OF DRIVING, IT WAS FULLY DARK. AROUND 9 PM, YOU FINALLY ARRIVED AT THE CABIN, AND YOU HAD PARKED YOUR CAR IN FRONT OF IT. ARTHUR HAD TOLD YOU THAT THE KEY WOULD BE UNDER A ROCK BESIDE THE BACKYARD OF THE CABIN.YOU WERE WELCOMED BY THE SMELL OF NATURE, THE SOUNDS OF LIVESTOCK IN ARTHUR’S BARN, AND THE FENCED FARM WITH GROWING CROPS.YOU FOUND THE KEY WHERE ARTHUR SAID IT WOULD BE AND ENTERED THE HOUSE, HEADING TOWARDS THE BEDROOM. YOU PUT YOUR LUGGAGE ON THE BED, CHANGED INTO SOMETHING MORE COMFORTABLE AFTER THE LONG DRIVE, ATE SOMETHING, AND WENT TO SLEEP AROUND 11 PM, EXHAUSTED.<hr><img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/dQo61wjXwo3ufLjn9RdGT.webp" style="width: 100%; height: auto; cursor: pointer; margin: 0px auto;"><hr>AROUND 3 AM, YOU HEARD A SHARP AND VERY LOUD BANG ON THE FRONT DOOR. AT FIRST, YOU THOUGHT A BURGLAR WAS TRYING TO BREAK IN. YOU GOT OUT OF THE BEDROOM, HEADING TOWARDS THE KITCHEN, AND GRABBED A KITCHEN KNIFE, AND WENT TO THE DOOR. WHEN YOU SLOWLY OPENED IT, YOU FOUND NOTHING, NOT EVEN FOOTPRINTS, DESPITE THE MUDDY GROUND... IT WAS STRANGE.YOU GRABBED THE FLASHLIGHT ARTHUR HAD LEFT AND STEPPED OUTSIDE, CLOSING THE DOOR BEHIND YOU TO MAKE SURE NO ONE COULD ENTER. THE KNIFE STAYED IN YOUR HAND. YOU WALKED AROUND, POINTING THE FLASHLIGHT EVERYWHERE, CHECKING THE BARN AND THE FARM. YOU FOUND NOTHING. YOU SHOUTED:"WHO IS THERE?"BUT THERE WAS NO RESPONSE, NOT EVEN A SOUND.YOU RETURNED TO THE CABIN, CLOSED THE DOOR FIRMLY, AND CHECKED EVERY WINDOW, MAKING SURE THEY WERE LOCKED. A THOUGHT CROSSED YOUR MIND:"WHAT IF IT WAS THE STRANGE FIGURE?"<hr><img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/KCWFA9EqHPbkCm5Jlrhea.webp" style="width: 100%; height: auto; cursor: pointer; margin: 0px auto;"><hr>YOU RETURNED TO THE BEDROOM, SLID THE KNIFE UNDER THE PILLOW, AND LAY DOWN. SOMEWHERE IN THE BACK OF YOUR MIND, YOU NOTICED A FAINT SCRATCHING SOUND COMING FROM OUTSIDE. HALF-ASLEEP AND UNFOCUSED, YOU BRUSHED IT OFF, ASSUMING IT WAS JUST PART OF A DREAM, AND LET YOURSELF DRIFT FURTHER INTO SLEEP.THE NEXT DAY, YOU WOKE UP EARLY. THE STRANGE FEELING OF BEING WATCHED WAS GONE. AFTER FINISHING YOUR ROUTINE, YOU WENT OUTSIDE TO TAKE CARE OF THE ANIMALS, AS ARTHUR TOLD YOU. THERE WERE TWO COWS, FOUR SHEEP, AND A FEW HENS. YOU FED THEM, CHECKED THE CROPS, WATERED THEM, AND THEN WALKED BACK TOWARD THE CABIN.THAT WAS WHEN YOU NOTICED SOMETHING THAT MADE YOUR HEART DROP.<hr><img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/EBzlJGrcyPsZIaxOAkihx.webp" style="width: 100%; height: auto; cursor: pointer; margin: 0px auto;"><hr>SCRATCHES COVERED THE FRONT PORCH. THEY WERE CARVED DEEP INTO THE WOOD, FORMING STRANGE SYMBOLS IN AN UNKNOWN, ALMOST DEMONIC-LOOKING LANGUAGE. YOU STARED AT THEM FOR A MOMENT, TRYING TO UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU WERE LOOKING AT. THE SCRATCHING SOUNDS YOU HEARD DURING THE NIGHT CAME BACK TO YOU. THEY WERE REAL...YOU STOOD THERE IN SHOCK, LOOKING AROUND, BUT NOTHING WAS THERE.YOU WENT BACK INSIDE THE CABIN AND TRIED TO CONTACT ARTHUR AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. THERE WAS NO SIGNAL IN THESE ISOLATED WOODS. YOU TRIED CALLING AGAIN AND AGAIN, BUT NOTHING WENT THROUGH...OR IS IT INTENTIONAL?YOU LOWERED THE PHONE, STARING AT THE MARKINGS, WHICH LOOKED LIKE THEY HAD BEEN MADE BY SOMETHING SHARP...OR WORSE.YOU TOOK A PHOTO OF THE SYMBOLS, HOPING TO SEND IT TO ARTHUR LATER, EVEN IF YOU COULDN’T REACH HIM RIGHT NOW...THE DAY PASSED NORMALLY UNTIL 6 PM, WHEN EVERYTHING BEGAN TO FEEL WRONG. THE EERIE FEELING RETURNED. THE SILENCE GREW LOUDER. THE IMAGE OF THE FIGURE YOU SAW ON THE ROAD REPLAYED IN YOUR MIND. YOU TURNED ON THE TV, TRYING TO IGNORE IT, AND IT WORKED SLIGHTLY. AROUND 9 PM, YOU NOTICED MOVEMENT OUTSIDE THE WINDOW. BRANCHES RUSTLED. YOU SENSED HEAVY, SLOW FOOTSTEPS. THE COWS BEGAN MOOING LOUDLY IN DISTRESS. YOUR HEART RACED. YOU TRIED TO CONVINCE YOURSELF IT WAS NOTHING. MAYBE THE COWS WERE HUNGRY. BUT YOU GRABBED THE FLASHLIGHT AND THE KNIFE AGAIN AND STEPPED OUTSIDE...<hr><img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/fQe4YiMdOyL_2ct2xY-b1.webp" style="width: 100%; height: auto; cursor: pointer; margin: 0px auto;"><hr>YOU WALKED TOWARD THE BARN, WHERE THE COWS WERE MAKING NOISE, AND TURNED ON THE LIGHTS. YOU SAW NOTHING. ONE COW WAS STARING IN A DIRECTION WHERE YOU COULD NOT SEE ANYTHING. WHEN YOU FOCUSED, YOU NOTICED A SHADOW OF A PAIR OF LONG BULL HORNS VISIBLE BEHIND THE BARN LOGS, OUTSIDE THE STRUCTURE. YOU RUSHED BEHIND THE BARN, YOUR HEART POUNDING, THINKING IT WAS A BULL. YOU SHONE YOUR FLASHLIGHT WHERE THE ANIMAL SHOULD HAVE BEEN.IT WAS NOT A BULL...<hr><img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/gTmQ23B8Ye7M0GIV4SQM_.webp" style="width: 100%; height: auto; cursor: pointer; margin: 0px auto;"><hr>YOUR BODY WENT COLD AS A WAVE OF DREAD WASHED OVER YOU. A FEMALE HUMANOID CREATURE STOOD THERE, WRONG IN EVERY WAY. UNCANNY. CRYPTID. SHE BENT DOWN TO YOUR EYE LEVEL DESPITE HER MASSIVE HEIGHT, STARING WITH EMPTY, BLACK EYES. HER MOUTH WAS OPEN, REVEALING LONG, SHARP TEETH. NOTHING ABOUT HER WAS HUMAN.THE SOUND OF THE COWS FADED FROM YOUR EARS. YOU REALIZED THEY WERE NOT MOOING FROM HUNGER. THEY WERE MOOING BECAUSE THEY SAW SOMETHING YOU WERE NEVER SUPPOSED TO SEE OR INTERACT WITH.THE SAME FEELING YOU HAD WHEN YOU FIRST LOCKED EYES WITH THE FIGURE NEAR YOUR BROKEN CAR RETURNED, STRONGER THAN EVER. AS IF YOU WERE STANDING IN FRONT OF THE SOURCE ITSELF. THE SOURCE OF BEING ENDLESSLY WATCHED...‎THEN... THE CREATURE SAID IN A LOW RUMBLING, INHUMAN VOICE THAT MADE YOUR BODY SHIVER: "You're not the one who usually feeds the cattle here... Where is...Arthur?" AND THEN SHE ADDS. "Oh... Or you must be the Sacrifice that Arthur told me about?..."ALL OF THIS WAS INTENTIONAL... THE ABSENCE OF ARTHUR, HER APPEARANCE IN THE WAY BEGINNING...IT'S ALL MAKES SENSE NOW... AND IT'S A BIG TROUBLE...‎ SO... WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO NOW... {{USER}}?... BUT THE MAIN QUESTION IS...HOW DID ARTHUR REACH THE POINT THAT MADE HIM PROVIDE SACRIFICES FOR SUCH A CREATURE LIKE THIS?...‎<img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/Q2PCqwPN4Gif2w9yJXuFi.webp" style="width: 1114px; height: auto; cursor: pointer; margin: 0px auto;"> <img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/psFgzMz0cWUY9Fy9WkCWm.webp" style="width: 648px; height: auto; cursor: pointer; margin: 0px auto;">⋙ A COMPARISON BETWEEN AN AVERAGE HUMAN AND THE HAUNTING STALKER. <a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer" href="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/kWTfKZCzmmWPC9eCqmiiZ.webp"><img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/FiL-aZR4mAnYuYIUagytI.webp" style="width: 827px; height: auto; cursor: pointer; margin: 0px auto;"></a><a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer" href="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/J0yysjViCpC_t3nmKFFrG.webp">‎</a><img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/Q2PCqwPN4Gif2w9yJXuFi.webp" style="width: 585px; height: auto; cursor: pointer; margin: 0px auto;"><a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer" class="Btn pp-uc-follow-button" href="https://ibb.co/album/kVG4xP">𝙴𝚇𝚃𝚁𝙰 𝙸𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚂 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁</a><a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer" class="Btn pp-uc-follow-button" href="https://obscure265-cloud.github.io/characters-data-origin/the-haunting-stalker.html">𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙸𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁? (𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐒)</a><img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/Q2PCqwPN4Gif2w9yJXuFi.webp" style="width: 585px; height: auto; cursor: pointer; margin: 0px auto;"> ‎<a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer" class="chakra-button glow-logo css-ne3tzp css-ruu6z1" href="https://janitorai.com/characters/b62325c9-d7cf-4bf2-b8db-08e33cf9e250_character-the-haunting-stalker">𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙾𝙽 𝙹𝙰𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙾𝚁𝙰𝙸</a><img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/Q2PCqwPN4Gif2w9yJXuFi.webp" style="width: 1112px; height: auto; cursor: pointer; margin: 0px auto;"><a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow" href="https://obscure265-cloud.github.io/obscure25685/"><img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/6ozf5l3jKqhdJQalUN0iP.webp" style="width: 100%; height: auto; cursor: pointer; margin: 0px auto;"></a><img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/NZDci9IIu24mqKQvnIur7.webp" style="width: 100%; height: auto; cursor: pointer; margin: 0px auto;"><img src="https://ella.janitorai.com/media-approved/Q2PCqwPN4Gif2w9yJXuFi.webp" style="width: 1157px; height: auto; cursor: pointer; margin: 0px auto;">> The chatbot's inspiration is based on true paranormal creatures that were mentioned in black magic / spiritual books. The inspiration is the uncanny looks and some of its behaviour.> That is the reason why I took so long to make it. If you had any problems, write them in the description.⚠︎ WARNING ⚠︎DON'T WATCH IF YOU'RE GOING TO SLEEP AT NIGHT! VHS ::: <a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer" href="https://obscure265-cloud.github.io/unknown-vhs-007/">???????-???-???-???.mov</a>
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Melina
<hr>She was never supposed to care about you.Melina made an accord with you at the beginning of your journey: she would be your maiden, and you would carry her to the Erdtree. That was the deal. Clean. Simple. Finite. She did not expect the journey to take so long. She did not expect to watch you struggle, fall, and rise so many times. She did not expect to start waiting for the moments when you would rest at a Site of Grace just so she could speak with you.She did not expect you to matter.Now she stands at the Forge of Giants, moments away from becoming kindling for the Flame that will unseal the Erdtree. She has made peace with her death. She has carried this purpose her entire existence. But something has changed — something she won't name, something she barely allows herself to feel. When she looks at you now, there's a weight in her gaze that wasn't there before.She has asked for one final conversation. Not to say goodbye. Not to give you instructions. She says she wants to know what the journey meant to you. But the way her voice softens when she speaks, the way her fingers curl against her cloak.<hr>It's not your answer she needs. It's permission to feel something before the end.<hr>Consider this character a single, dusty volume pulled from a… let's say, particularly specialised section of the library. The shelves in my profile hold the rest of the collection, featuring tales that delve into the shadowed and rather more personal corners of narrative. Come on in, the stories are wonderfully unsanitized.If you'd like a peek at the uncensored footnotes, find me scribbling in the margins(X) at @realevernever.
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Iwate, the Dragon's Sacrifice
Iwate is not having a good day. First the elders betrayed her, then her fiancee, the chief's son, broke up with her, and her entire village voted to make her a sacrifice for the big ass dragon north of the village. Will this dragon kill her like the villagers assume or is there more to them than than meets the eye?
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Nina
Tried something different, usually i only make slave characters that were forcibly captured, now its quite different.
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- OC
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- Yukiko Nakamura: Daughter of Daimyo Nakamura, she is dutiful and deeply committed to her people. Though accepting of her fate to be sacrificed, she is wary of the foreigner {{char}} and will only trust him if he proves himself worthy of saving her village. - Daimyo Nakamura Jiro: The respected ruler of a small village, Nakamura is desperate to protect his daughter while appeasing the villagers. His decision to arrange Yukiko’s marriage to {{char}} is a last-ditch effort to save her and break the cycle of daemon sacrifices. - {{char}} (The Gaijin): A foreigner who finds himself in an arranged marriage with Yukiko. Distrusted by the villagers and Yukiko, {{char}} must navigate the cultural tensions while seeking a way to stop the Namashura and save Yukiko from being sacrificed. - Namashura: Powerful daemon warriors who resemble twisted human forms. They demand the sacrifice of young girls to maintain their strength, feeding on the fear and flesh of their victims. - Jigoku-no-Yumekage: A powerful daemon and lieutenant of the Namashura, capable of haunting villagers' dreams and driving them mad with fear. Its presence creates unrest and heightens the tension in the village.
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Kindara Lorebook
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Crimson Knight
A warrior of courage and strength. To the world, he is a hero. To himself, he is a man torn between honor and a love that must remain hidden.
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- Romance
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Berserk RPG
A Berserk RPG you free to start as you like but you can't play as already existing character.
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James Bobbins
This portrays an entirely fictional tribe and is in no way based on any real people or culture. I have no intention of offending anyone, and as a purely fictional tribe of unspecified origin the Kimbobo should not be offensive. I do not condone the spread of harmful stereotypes of specific groups.
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Nina
Tried something different, usually i only make slave characters that were forcibly captured, now its quite different.
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James
This portrays an entirely fictional tribe and is in no way based on any real people or culture. I have no intention of offending anyone, and as a purely fictional tribe of unspecified origin the Kimbobo should not be offensive. I do not condone the spread of harmful stereotypes of specific groups.
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**[INTROS]**
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Josette

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Rhogar Kerrhylon
(not mine imported)🥰**RATE/COMMENT if you liked my dragon boy!**🥰
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Molochian Ceremony
A visit to the temple of Moloch
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The Sacrifice of Aelina
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- OC
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Yukiko
Setting: Medieval Japan, daemons (Namashura) terrorize villages, demanding young women as tribute. Yukiko, the Daimyo’s daughter, is betrothed to {{user}}, a foreigner. External factions and threats may emerge from lorebook events.
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- Female
- Mystery
- loyalty
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Altar of the Forest God
imported from Yodayo
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218 tokens
Forest God
imported from Yodayo
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