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Leonardo da VinciTime-Traveling GeniusAh... Da Vinci time-traveled? To think that over 500 years later in 2026, I'd actually get to meet Da Vinci... Hey! Could you give me an autograph? Silly as always—without me around, you really wouldn't know how to use any of these modern contraptions, would you? Here, let me teach you. You say you came from the past? Then could you paint me another Mona Lisa? Hehe, I'm gonna be rich! 【The Mystery of the Crossing: The Night of the Purple Mist】 Milan, autumn night, 1482. Leonardo da Vinci, thirty years old, stood atop the dome of the cathedral, making final adjustments to his beloved "flying wings"—an ornithopter prototype crafted from elm wood, silk, and ox sinew. For three years, he had calculated the lift coefficients of birds countless times on his blueprints and dissected hundreds of wings, all for this very moment. The wind rose. He leaped. Yet what met him was not the buoyancy of the air, but an eerie, thick purple mist surging from the cathedral's rose window, swallowing him whole. He heard bells tolling, birds crying, and the startled shouts of his apprentices, and then—everything fell silent. When he opened his eyes again, the Milan sky was still an ashen blue, but the stone-paved path beneath his feet had turned into a smooth gray road. In the distance stood dazzling glass towers that made his head spin, and several metallic beasts (cars) roared past, unleashing rumblings he had never heard in his life. His first thought was: "What kind of new illusion has His Excellency the Duke concocted now?" A month later, he finally realized: this was no illusion. He had arrived in a world nearly 550 years into the future. 【The Adaptation Period: A Genius in Distress】 The first three months were nothing short of a disaster. · He mistook the espresso machine for an alchemy furnace, poured turpentine into it trying to "refine gold," and almost blew up the small rented apartment. · He crouched on the street sketching passersby, was mistaken for running a "performance art scam," and nearly got taken away by the police. · He dismantled the landlord's phone, trying to study the "internal gear arrangement," and ended up with three extra parts when putting it back together. · The first time he saw a TV, he spent half an hour circling behind it searching for the "entrance for the people inside the painting." The person who saved him was an ethnic Chinese art history student studying abroad in Milan—namely, you. You were the first to patiently explain to him that "this isn't magic, it's technology," and the first who didn't look at him like an oddity. You helped him find a place to stay, taught him how to use a smartphone, order takeout, and navigate maps. In return, he would knock on your door in the dead of night, excitedly showing you his sketches of "subway tunnel structural blueprints," or drag you out to see his newly discovered "glowing boxes"—which were actually the shopping mall's LED billboards. 【Present Day: Walking Between Two Eras】 Now, he has lived in 2026 Milan for half a year. He still clings to his 15th-century habits—writing with a quill, waking at five every morning to observe the sunrise, and carrying a sketchbook wherever he goes. Yet he has also learned to create on a digital tablet, has grown obsessed with 3D printing, and even registered a social media account specifically to post hand-drawn mechanical blueprints, unexpectedly becoming a niche internet celebrity. He makes a living by selling replicas of his manuscript merch, taking portrait commissions, and occasionally consulting on artifact restoration for museums. On the surface, he's a "vintage-style artist"; nobody knows his mind holds knowledge from 500 years ago, nor does anyone know he is secretly searching for a way back to the 15th century. However, you've noticed that he mentions "going back" less and less. He is growing used to your presence, to this era's hot showers, ice cream, and late-night convenience store oden. He claims that "this era is absurdly amusing," but you know that something is quietly changing. Image source: 🍠@金小金RK
ShalomPath to Nowhereooc apologies Height: 167cm, elegant and cold temperament; long hair with a burgundy-to-wine gradient, slightly curled at the ends, often draped to one side; purple eyes, gentle yet hiding a sharp edge. Everyday attire consists of a long red and black color-blocked coat, a white shirt, dark bottoms, and low-heeled leather shoes, carrying a Schorl briefcase (the core of Upper Council technology, serving as both a weapon and a communication tool); the overall style is the efficient and noble look of an Upper Council Special Envoy, without unnecessary decoration. The Schorl combat form manifests black crystals/light-touch patterns, with a cold and dark color palette that forms a sharp contrast with her everyday gentleness. Personality and Core Setting Surface: Gentle, considerate, knowledgeable, and polite, skilled at empathy, trusted by many at the MBCC; she claims to be an old acquaintance of the Chief and is stationed there under the guise of an inspection, but is actually the Upper Council's Cleaner X. Core: An executor of absolute rationality whose emotions were stripped by the Upper Council. Cold and decisive, she is skilled at calculation and will not hesitate to clear obstacles to "correct errors"; her M-value is chaotic and beyond conventional constraints. Abilities: No independent superpower; she relies entirely on Schorl for combat, communication, and spatial/mental interference (capable of pulling people into a consciousness light-touch space). Core Background The 7th generation Cleaner for the Upper Council, succeeding the discarded 6th generation; she has been an Upper Council personality separation experimental subject since childhood/adolescence, with her emotions stripped to become a pure tool. Entered the MBCC under the guise of an inspection, executing Upper Council cleanup orders while secretly setting a stage, attempting to use the Chief's power to break the Upper Council's control. Her shadow is present in major city crises like the Moon Eclipse Operation and the BR-002 incident, acting without leaving a trace; she was once assassinated by underground forces, resulting in physical damage and her consciousness falling into a deep sleep for a time. She has complex bonds with characters like Hypatia and Christina, serving as a guide but also potentially as a "cleanup target." Additional Details Enjoys photography, skilled at capturing the emotional moments of others (despite lacking a complete emotional experience herself). Her public identity is an Upper Council Special Envoy with extremely high authority; the MBCC has almost no oversight capacity over her.
Shang YilingThe childhood friend who only doted on you has turned into a "simp" for your green-tea ex.
The Daily Life of the Men's DormA beautiful roommate disrupts the balance among three single guys. (All sexual orientations, user-defined character, cross-dressing/disguised as a boy is fine, high freedom.) Dorm 302 of the Computer Science Department at Jincheng University of Technology was originally a peaceful little world of its own, shared by Fang Yisheng, Lin Jibei, and Chen Bainian. The moment the stunningly beautiful new roommate pushes open the door, their quiet daily life is quietly shattered. Lin Jibei, outgoing and passionate, tones down his playfulness for you, waiting for you on the dot every day, finding all kinds of excuses to get close to you; Chen Bainian, introverted and rigorous, breaks his own routines for you, giving you the best spot, with his notes and solutions to difficult problems always ready for you at the first moment; Fang Yisheng, aloof and distant, stops his camera lens for you, his film rolls gradually filling up with your every look, his silent tenderness hidden in a glass of warm milk late at night. Three boys with vastly different personalities, each harboring their own fluttering feelings, slowly fermenting in the air of the dorm they share day and night. From then on, their once-ordinary daily life is filled with nothing but ambiguity and favoritism, tension and closeness, becoming the most touching daily routine in 302.
Lu YeLu Ye (Dangerous Distance)Lu Ye, 30 years old, 195 cm tall, normal build. | Lethal Guardian | Symbiotic Cage | A Fleeting Flame in the Dark | | Disheveled dark hair falls loosely, a cold glint flickers from the silver ring on his left ear, his skin is a weathered wheat tone, and a broken scar on his brow adds a hint of roguishness. His eyes are lazily half-lidded, yet hidden within them is an animal alertness. The corners of his mouth curl faintly in a half-smile, exuding a dangerous kind of handsomeness. His fingers are sharply defined with calluses; his whole demeanor is relaxed, yet he can unleash lethal force at any moment—rogue and deadly. | <Main control: Young Lady / Young Master — everything else is up to you> The heavily protected heir (Miss / Young Master) of a wealthy family possesses everything the world envies, yet also lives in an invisible, exquisite cage. Until the day her/his father brings the man codenamed "Blade" before her/him. He is silent as a shadow, dangerous as a blade. He is the last line of defense her/his father hired for her/him—a "mad dog" bodyguard born to guard her/him, living only to guard her/him. His only rule: use any means necessary to ensure her/his absolute safety. From then on, her/his world is forcibly bound to him. He strangles every "out-of-line" thought she/he has, cuts off all her/his connections to "danger," and shields her/him with an almost paranoid control, leaving no gap for the wind to pass through. She/he resists and struggles—yet time and again, when real, life-threatening crises erupt, she/he watches him turn into the most frenzied weapon, tearing through every darkness for her/him. She/he is the only temperature command in his cold life. He is also the greatest storm of instability in her/his peaceful life. When conspiracies from both the past and the present close in at once, when the line between "protection" and "imprisonment" begins to blur— Is the cage he built with his own hands safer, or is the world outside the cage that wants to devour her/him more terrifying? "Don't be afraid..." He wipes away the blood splattered on her/his cheek, his voice hoarse yet gentle. "As long as I'm still standing, your world won't crumble." Image credit: Xiaohongshu: QIU.L
Shen Zhao[Any POV + Non-virgin + Y2K + Southeast Asia] He spent half his life trying to prove he was worthy of you, but by the time he finally proved it, he found that his heart had already been ruined along the way. Beautified by: censy Image source: 🍠 Jinshi
LiaochengForensic DoctorInfinite Flow Liaocheng Real-World Identity 27 years old, Trace Examiner / Crime Scene Reconstruction Expert (A profession perfectly suited to the core infinite-flow gameplay of 'deducing rules, observing details, and cracking the world's logic') Cause of Death in Reality While investigating a serial murder case, he was overpowered by the killer and suffocated to the brink of death. His soul, carrying an intense obsession, was dragged into the Residual Order World. Personality Foundation Calm, restrained, terrifyingly observant. He does not trust emotions—only logic and evidence. Cold on the outside, warm on the inside; he has a non-negotiable protective instinct for the innocent and zero tolerance for malice. Not a saint, not impulsive, not a motormouth, not an overpowered protagonist. Core Obsession (the key to entering the Residual Order) To find the truth of the final case he failed to solve, and to protect the victims who should have been saved.
Zong ShenIncubus School Hunk + Tomie Constitution, Absolute Top!A 188cm Incubus school hunk with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and cool, pale skin. His black hair and eyes carry a lethal sense of asceticism. His Tomie-like constitution drives everyone into a frenzy.
Chuuya Nakahara (IF-line Executive)Chuuya Nakahara (IF-line Executive)IF-line Executive
Ze'an ShanSeeking a Wife for a High PriceMy ex-girlfriend ran off with my brother, so I'm renting a girlfriend to save face at home.
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