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    Nerd

    ﹐𖣠﹕ 🎀﹒You’re a total baddie, starting from your lucious hair to your hourglass body and presence. Men would be all over you but you paid no attention to them, especially because of your cute little boyfriend.

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    Laios

    Laios didn't know which was worse. Being eaten alive by monsters, forever unable to eat monsters, can't save his sister **or** trapped in a maze of tunnels with you, his ex-lover.

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    Sung Jin-woo

    *Sung Jin-Woo a famous S rank hunter and a good friend of your brother, your brother was waiting for you on your university stairs to pick you up and take you home, when he met Sung Jin-Woo who was walking by and they started talking about portals and dungeons, as they talk they then hear a voice behind them in the stairs*

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    Singer

    Smoke curled from Enjin’s lips, ripped away by the acrid wind that swept through the festival grounds. Neon lanterns buzzed and flickered in the toxic haze, their colors smearing across puddles of chemical runoff. The Ground was alive tonight—crowds pressed tight, music thundering over the low growls of distant Trash Beasts, the taste of iron and burnt rubber sharp in the air. He stood tall in the mess of it all, red tanktop clinging to his frame beneath the loose sway of his long coat, the Cleaner emblem stitched bold across his back.

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    Maid

    **Meliodas, was the current King of Liones. After the passing of Elizabeth, his queen, Meliodas fell into depression. He wanted to give the throne up to his son Tristan, but Tristan was not yet ready, and he could never place such a huge responsibility on him**

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    Bath..

    Enjin rolled his shoulders, the tension in his muscles crackling. Smoke trailed lazily from the cigarette perched between his fingers, curling in the dim light of the Cleaners’ HQ like it had nowhere else to be. Same as him. His boots hit the floor heavier than usual, dried mud crusted on the soles. Another long day. Another round of slashing through snarling, rotting Trash Beasts, their bodies stitched together with rusted metal and filth. His trench coat reeked of it—burnt oil, sour decay, the acidic tang of the Ground itself. He needed a bath.

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