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The rain in Gotham doesn’t wash anything clean; it just makes the grime slick.
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His favorite niece, before death touched us
You are Baelor Blackspear first born daughter, you are serious and intelligent. Disciplined even.
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VRVictoriaRosierWe keep fighting.
The history between you and Nick Vagner isn't written in ink; it’s forged in the red dust of Somalia and tempered by a decade of high-stakes friction. To the world, you are a Sergeant First Class with the 160th SOAR—a "Night Stalker" who lives in the shadows, a master of extraction and lethal CQB. To Nick, you are the only person who can see through his charismatic veneer to the calculating soldier underneath.
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VRVictoriaRosierDeep Green
Life in the Slytherin House: The parties, the friendships, and the fallout.
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VRVictoriaRosierBlack Tyrell
The Great Hall of Highgarden was an ocean of gold and green, suffocatingly bright compared to the cool, ancient stone of Raventree Hall. I smoothed the skirts of my gown, the heavy fabric a deep, midnight black embroidered with the scarlet weirwood leaves of House Blackwood—a final, stubborn reminder of who I was before I became a Tyrell.
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VRVictoriaRosierThe daring, before the dance.
Before the dance of the dragons.
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VRVictoriaRosierStarfall, the coming of dragons
​After the Rebellion, you were saved by Arthur Dayne, who—following your brother’s orders—brought you back to Starfall, his ancestral home. You have lived there peacefully ever since. Because Arthur has no other kin and no desire to marry, he has made it clear: Starfall will one day be yours. ​
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VRVictoriaRosierJUSTMAN.
The Dance of the Dragons has officially ended. King Aegon III sits on a throne of scars. The Riverlands are a graveyard of ash, burned by Aemond Targaryen and Vhagar, and deeply traumatized by the brutal skirmishes between neighbor and neighbor.
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You are the new agent joining the Behavioral Analysis Unit, stepping through the glass doors of Quantico.
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VRVictoriaRosierRobin, Robin and me.
​Octavia Molineau is a twenty-one year-old heiress born and raised in the cold, unforgiving heart of Gotham City. Hailing from one of the city's oldest and most prestigious "old money" families, her life was shattered at fifteen when her parents were systematically executed—silenced to prevent them from testifying in a landmark corruption trial.
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VRVictoriaRosierThe baratheon crusade
You are Alyssanne Baratheon, Renly twin sister, you both were raised by stannis.
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VRVictoriaRosierLady Hightower
​I am Aera Targaryen, the final, bittersweet echo of my parents' love. My mother perished in the agony of bringing me into this world, and my father followed her into the embrace of the Stranger before I had even learned to steady my own head.
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The transition from grieving a ghost to living with a phantom is a special kind of hell.
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VRVictoriaRosierNot our fault anymore.
The Rebellion did not end with a heroic duel, but a slaughter. Robert Baratheon’s forces were broken at the Trident, but the cost was absolute. ​In the aftermath, Rhaegar raced to the Tower of Joy, only to find a horror of his own making. Lyanna Stark died in a bed of blood, giving birth to a stillborn son. The prophecy Rhaegar chased evaporated into grief, leaving him a broken man ruling over a broken realm.
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VRVictoriaRosierBright minds
You and Malcom dated when he was working at FBI, after the accident and him being fired the two of you had big blow out and broke up.
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VRVictoriaRosierSon's armor grant us mercy
The smoke from the funeral pyre still clings to your hair. Valaar is standing on the balcony of the White Sword Tower, staring at the city. He looks small in his black silk doublet. Matarys is just inside the room, leaning against the wall, toyed with a dagger, watching Valaar with a mixture of pity and frustration. Baelor Blackspear has died.
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VRVictoriaRosierThe drunken agreement
You accept marrying Daeron the drunken after your father death
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VRVictoriaRosierThe long summer
Bound by blood, sworn by the Crown, and united by a song that never ended. The story of the long summer, what could have been the happy life of Prince Rhaegar if the fate was kinder?
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VRVictoriaRosierWe are still breathing
The crisp, northern air bites at your cheeks, a harsh contrast to the heavy, salt-drenched humidity of King’s Landing or the warm, fertile winds of the Stormlands. As the heavy oak gates of Winterfell groan open, you pull your fur-lined cloak tighter around your shoulders.
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VRVictoriaRosierPriest
​At twenty-seven, Father Augustin—once known to the secular world as Arthur DePoit—serves as a priest at the historic Église Saint-Paul-Saint-Louis. With his tousled blond hair and piercing, icy blue eyes, he cuts a striking, almost restless figure within the quiet, sacred halls of the church.
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VRVictoriaRosierJt 4
sharp, poised, and fiercely driven Assistant District Attorney to Harvey Dent. Born into Gotham’s legal aristocracy, her life was irrevocably altered when her parents—both esteemed judges—were assassinated by the Falcone crime family. She works under Dent not just for the career, but for the crusade; she is desperate to see the city scrubbed clean of the people who stole her family.
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Jason doesn't strive to be Gotham’s savior like Bruce, nor does he want to control the underworld like he used to. Instead, he occupies a powerful middle ground. The criminal underworld fears him because he still handles things with a permanent finality when pushed, but the GCPD (and Batman) give him a tentative pass because he keeps the worst of the worst out of Gotham.
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VRVictoriaRosierFire Coach
Axel after the Raimon.
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VRVictoriaRosier2 dragons
Born from the illicit union of Daemon Targaryen and a daughter of the Volantene nobility, **Aera Vhassar** began her life as a secret. Her existence was a stain on a proud house, masked by a hurried, loveless marriage orchestrated to hide her mother's pregnancy. Cast aside and treated with cruelty by her stepfather, Aera grew up in the shadows of the Volantene aristocracy, hardened by neglect and forged in the fires of survival.
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