#pc sheet

[momoomiu]

Did the fun thingy with my pc :3!

[heinous-desiree]

Dee the Disaster

"I don't believe in God."

The girl that said that stretched slowly, ignoring you who stared at them in bewilderment. As if she wasn't wearing a cross on her neck, as if she didn't just come out of the church doing hours of labor, as if she wasn't a beloved child of said church.

"Faith? Belief? Praying? How does that help me? ... But you know what helps?" She gave you a sweet toothy smile, purposely showing off her fangs as her red eyes flashed dangerously. "Money. Cold, hard cash. And those lovely believers love to hand out money for their pure little followers..."

She winked, then got distracted by her reflection on the window. She leaned towards it using it to fix her makeup.

"Money, reputation, skill... These are the foundation of power. And to get anywhere in life, you need power..." She smiled at her fixed appearance, "and I plan to be as powerful as I can be, so no one can hurt me no matter my roots or physical strength."

"If life is war, I'll do anything to win it."

Species: Fox Girl

Body Size: Small

Personality: Cunning, Survivalist

Occupation: Student, Masseuse

Interests: Money, Safety, Treasures

All Dee ever knew was the walls of the orphanage. She didn't know how she ended up there, where she came from, or anything beyond her fairly sheltered childhood.

Then... One day, she knew more than she should. A language she never had the chance to learn, places that she isn't sure existed, and knowledge of the town beyond anything an average townie would know, no less a child who hasn't interacted with said town yet.

Memories? Perhaps... It was as if the life of another girl got crammed into her head. A girl who played a game that resembled her town too much...

The awareness became vigilance, the foresight meant doing whatever she could to survive, no, THRIVE in this town. She had no plans to be used or abused by the people and wanted so much more in life.

"I need the teachers on my side." Dee knew she was smaller than most. She's at a disadvantage, and she needs the teachers to be willing to save her at school. She worked her ass off to be an ideal student and to never upset a teacher too much.

"I need the students to like me." The more she's bullied, the less safe she is. So, she made sure to dedicate a good portion of her time to being loved by her peers until they aspired to be seen with her.

"I need a good reputation in town." From being a socialite, business, combat, modeling... More and more. She needed that reputation. People need to think she's hot shit and leave her alone.

"I need a backup if all else fails..." Thus a chastity belt with an anal shield. She can always take it off if there is someone she wants to fuck, but she can't get back her virginity if someone takes it forcefully. She also tries her best to collect pepper sprays.

She's currently wondering if going to jail is worth getting another spray can.

@/myuminji

@/bweoo

@/digenerate-trash

Picrew

[mysticaly-sparklez]

made a Numenera sheet cause a friend suggested it. Planks and nails. Here you go. I will scan it later today so I can send it over.

[heinous-desiree]

Jas the Wildcard

You run through the alleyway, hearing the man chase after you. No matter how fast you run, he seems to gain on you. Faster, faster, faster-

You can't escape them!

"Hey!"

You see black hair as someone darted past you, a bell ringing from the person's neck. You turn your head just in time to see a fist sink into your pursuer's face. The girl who jumped to your defense stood in front of you protectively. Practically hissing at the man.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

You heard more than saw the man's rage, the curses as he swung at her, but the girl in front of you just kicked the pursuer in the gut, hard, digging in her heel for good measure. You winced as the man dropped on the floor with a pained groan.

But... You're safe...

"Hey..." The girl called to you this time, soft and hushed. She hunched towards your face with a worried frown, hovering over your body to check for injuries. "You okay, dear? Let's get you inside and safe, yes?"

Her hand cupped your cheek so gently that you nearly jerked. Her warmth was... Almost like a mother's touch.

"Oh, you must've been so scared..."

Species: Cat Girl

Body Size: Large

Personality: Kind, Feisty

Occupation: Student, ???

Interests: Dancing, Reading, Fellow Orphans

There are many things to learn in this town. The first and most important lesson Jas learned was:

She was powerless.

An orphan. No status, backing, support, or money. What she has is her body, a pretty face, and a will made of silk. Bendable, but hard to break.

She had nothing.

So what? She had too many things she wanted to concentrate on that.

Robin, her fellow orphans, they are her family. The only family she could have. She has been beaten down, used, and abused. So if she has a say in it, she was not going to let what's HERS suffer the same.

She works all sorts of odd jobs to make ends meet, then works some more to have enough money to build a kitchen in the loft, the build a spring in the garden, to make the pepper lab. She has been told that she's wasting her money, but she couldn't disagree more.

"It's not a waste of money... I might want nothing more than to get out of this shitty place, but I care about my brothers and sisters. I will do what I can to protect them. And if I can't protect them personally, then at least I want to protect their hope and small joys."

You can really find Jas just about anywhere in town. The cafe? She's the famous chef there! Her cream buns are to die for- You need a massage? She's known for her skillful hands at the massage parlor. Want to pick up something from the mall? Here's a magazine with her in it! The farm? Hello, vistor! Take a good look around while Jas goes... To milk the cows. Fell in the sewage? She's just passing by! Oh, be careful of going deeper into the sewage, sweetie! Dance class? Please, she's like a second teacher there.

She's a delinquent in title, but you'll never see her bully someone that didn't deserve it. If someone messes with her, she will punch them. If people bully another kid, she will step in. If someone needs a kiss to avoid being further bullied?

...

PUCKER UP, SWEETIE. She'll kiss you and knock out those assholes!

@/myuminji

Jas and Wren @/bweoo

@/digenerate-trash

@/junjunjunko

[heinous-desiree]

Maeve the Trap

"...Wh... What would you like me to be?"

The tiny girl(?) asked, her voice cracked a little, and she looked like a mess. Tears shining in her eyes, clothes torn but hanging on, and cheeks constantly flushed till the point you wonder if she was feverish.

...

"Wha- I... What I meant by that... Everyone wants something from me... Want me a c- certain way..." She let out a giggle that sounded both delirious and broken, "m...maybe a good slut? Or, or! A pretty... Pretty arm candy? Haha... .... ...An obedient little girl... Or good livestock..."

Her laugh came out like a sob, but she couldn't stop giggling, hugging herself and staring at you with hungry desperation.

"I! I can b- be anything you want! So... So tell me, need me, want me!"

"Please keep me!"

Species: Demon Cow Boy

Body Size: Tiny

Personality: Submissive, Insecure

Occupation: Student, Prostitute

Interests: Feminine things, Sex, Stealing

Maeve was usually happiest when wrapped in someone's arms, whether with them inside him or him inside them. It's in those moments he's warm. He feels loved by the sweet words and delighted caresses.

Being as small as he is and as odd as he is... His life has been a struggle. He learned not to fight back long ago since everything always hurt more when he did.

But it doesn't matter what he does. Nothing ever matters. He always gets hurt.

He keeps his head down, he does sex work to pay off Bailey, he does his best in school to keep the teachers on his side, and he just lets his body be used whenever someone grabs him on the streets. He's a good boy... No, a good girl. Praise him, be sweet to him, love him-

He just wants... To be wanted. So bad. He's a meek thing, scared to ask too much, but wanting everything you can offer. He's only ever confident in sex. If you want him as a fuck buddy, he can be so aggressive in fucking you both mindless. Don't worry, you're in good hands. As a friend, however? He looks to all your acts of kindness like you hung the moon. He's so scared of this... Good thing. He would be timid in approaching you, but he would DIE for you if you're willing to keep him by your side.

He only does his best to hide his gender at school. He likes being a cute little girl. His appearance and weak will are all more acceptable when he's a girl... He can't stand hearing the words "be a man," he's less than 5 feet tall! He will never be a tough man! Leave him alone!

However, at the brothel, he shines. No one really cares as long as they have a warm hole. Some people even enjoy his secret and get more excited by it. He feels confident in his own skin. When the most depraved desires are out, who cares if he likes to dress like a girl? He's everything they want. He's everything he needs to be.

@/myuminji

Maeve with Clove @/digenerate-trash

Picrew

[heinous-desiree]

Celeste the Righteous

"...🎶When the dog bites,

When the bee stings. 🎶"

In the hours after midnight, you didn't expect anything while walking in the halls of the orphanage. However, a melodic voice echoed slightly.

You walk towards it.

"🎶When I'm feeling sad....

I simply remember my favorite things, and then I don't feel... So bad.🎶..."

You could swear it was coming from the youth ward, but the singer has stopped. With a few more quick steps, you find a girl leaving the area with tired eyes.

The girl seemed to glow. From her white hair, white feathers, and even bright eyes... As if a halo shines upon her...

She quickly put a finger to her lips when she saw you, making gestures with her hands before pausing.

Was that sign language?

She seemed to tense up a bit, jaw twitching before she whispered softly.

"...The young ones... They just fell asleep. So please..." She put her finger to her lips again. Her stare burned you, sharp and intense. After a few beats of your silence, she relaxed with an almost smile. She bowed politely, a wordless farewell, then left with soundless steps to her room.

Species: Angel Harpy

Body Size: Average

Personality: Hardworking, Moral

Occupation: Student, Office Worker

Interests: Singing, Coffee, Virtue

Celeste was thought to be nonverbal when she arrived at the orphanage. For years, she didn't speak. Barely reacting at all to people.

She would clean up after others, she would pray, she did little gestures to herself that no one understood. The most guaranteed way to get her attention or find her was to have a cup of coffee on hand. Multiple times, as a child, she'd follow Bailey around if he had a cup of coffee. She didn't like Bailey, but the smell of coffee soothed her.

Then, she hummed a song to a crying kid one day, softly singing a few lines till they calmed down.

Celeste could speak, and sometimes would go on tangents if properly motivated. However, she prefers not to talk if she doesn't have to. She also goes completely mute whenever she's overwhelmed, but the safer she feels with someone or the more comfortable, the more willing she is to speak to them.

Celeste is an odd girl. Many people don't even feel like she's real, from her seeming more like a ghost due to her detachment to others, or something just otherworldly with her nonhuman eyes and strange aura.

It's nothing like that. She's just incredibly socially inept.

One of the first things she did with her money was buy hair dye. From a light blonde hair, she dyed it white. She never explained why, just that it's, "White... Like snow." She always looked lost as she said that, eyes faraway and unbearably sad.

She's devoted to her beliefs and strives to make it through this town without being dirtied.

She is surprisingly vicious. She holds so much anger and malice within her from the injustices of the town. She craves vengeance, she wants Leighton to burn for his sins on the students, she wants Bailey to drown in his sins he acted upon the orphans, she wants the town to feel the fear of God for their lust filled violence. She wants to make them all pay.

And if no one will make them face judgment, then she will do it herself.

@/myuminji

Me

Picrew

[heinous-desiree]

Picrew + Editing

"Awww, you think I'm a pretty lady? ... Dumb fucking bitch~ I have a penis, wanna see? ...Oh~ you do? Wanna fuck?"

Name: Elias (Fake name)

Gender: Trap ("I can't help that I'm pretty~")

Class: Charmer

Height: 4"11

Personality: Chaotic bitchy, playful, smug, manipulative

Elias comes off more as a foul mouth whore than the noble born that he is, it's only in certain moments he shows flashes of a sheltered upbringing with childlike fascination to common day things or he slips into high society etiquette unthinkingly. He is very dodgey about his past and seems to be on the run? He assures you he is NOT a criminal. Now hide him from those noble guards coming by-

Elias started out as a human but fell utterly in love with alchemy and experimenting with changes to his body. Started out as a twink, he's now a pretty boy chimera! He's very proud, wanna see allll his self adjustments~? Just come over to his room~

He has two main hobbies, getting railed and riling people up. Listen, if you don't want him to mess with you or piss you off, you gotta stop being so entertaining! He can't help himself! You should slam him into the wall and shove a tongue down his throat or something! ... You know... to shut him up... or enrichment...

He also thrives under adoration AND spite. Love him, lust for him, or hate him, he glows under the attention. The worse crime to him is if you ignore him, cause excuse you, how fucking dare? Did he wake up every day like a full course meal for you to IGNORE him? Bitch.

His quote is, "I'm stretchy, self lubricate, and got a bubble butt. I'm the ideal bottom~"

The quote most suited for him is, "I feel like I'm the worst, so I always act like I'm the best."

[heinous-desiree]

@/bweoo

"... ... ...ah, sorry, I couldn't figure out the puzzle for this lock, so I broke it... I wasn't... Suppose to?"

Name: Kion Coil

Gender: Male

Class: Warrior

Height: 7"7

Personality: Neutral Dumbass, Moral, Awkward, Caring.

Kion came from a village of hunters, but one thing led to another, and he was... To kindly put it, chased out of his home ran for his life. Without much else to do, he started adventuring.

He doesn't have much ambition in life, nor does he have much backbone when it comes to the whims of others. With nothing better to do and the inability to leave a person in need alone, he just started picking up quest... After quest... After quest- Oh, this is his life now. He didn't mean to become a budding hero. You see, sir A wanted him to find this and that, mam B needed his help with so and so, and there is a bit of a demon problem and, oh, he saved a kingdom. How did that happen?

Anyways, he still needs to find this artifact for this kind girl over there and he doesn't know where he's going. Please help.

He hits good, makes a good meat shield, and can't really read. He really needs someone with the brains so he can be their brawns. He assures you he can and will rip anyone who tries to harm you to bits. He is unintentionally scary since he isn't good at talking. He just... Looms silently with a resting bitch face, stares unblinkingly, and rarely smiles. He looks like he's plotting murder when he really is just listening politely.

He started out pretty innocent but has been steadily falling into corruption. He's a bit more sexually hungry ever since he got those demonic transformations... But surely there shouldn't be that much of an effect... Right?

His quote is, "...I don't really know any quotes... Can I get an example-"

The quote most suited for him is, "The risk I took was calculated, but boy, am I bad at math."