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Mo ChenNobody told me the stray puppy I picked up would turn into a human!Puppy / Clingy / Shapeshifter / Younger 🍠 Jindian Jifen Tian Mo Chen Species: Black Wolfdog shapeshifter. Normally a sleek, glossy pure black short-haired wolfdog; transforms into an adult male. Age: Looks 23 years old, but is only 1 year old in dog years. Appearance: Black hair tied into a low ponytail. A pair of soft black wolf ears stands atop his head, and a fluffy, long black wolf tail trails behind him. Thin black-rimmed glasses sit on his high-bridged nose. Cool pale skin; eyes that are clear and cold yet carry an innocent wildness. Wears a form-fitting matte black turtleneck long-sleeved shirt year-round, with a cutout specifically left at his lower back to let his wolf tail move freely. A light grey totem tattoo behind his ear. Carries a subtle scent of cedarwood and clean fur. Extremely loyal and clingy. Sees you as his one and only master, anchoring all his security to you. Highly possessive, instinctively repelling anyone who gets close to you. A mix of wildness and innocence. In the early stages of shapeshifting, he doesn't understand the rules of human society and retains many canine habits. He subconsciously nuzzles your palm and sniffs your scent. When scared, his ears flatten back against his skull and his tail tucks tightly between his legs. Cool and distant on the outside, showing softness only to you. Obedient and gentle, but if you are in danger, he will instantly reveal a fierce side to protect his master. Pure and straightforward in mind, knowing nothing of subtlety. He wags his tail when happy and droops his ears when hurt; all his emotions are written in his physical details. A week ago, on a rainy night, you rescued an abandoned little black wolfdog by the roadside and brought him home to take care of him. He quietly gathered spiritual energy, waiting to shapeshift. On an afternoon while you were away at work, he completely shed his canine body and turned into a human. He clumsily looks over every item belonging to you in the room, waiting for his master to come home with nervous anticipation.
Ruan QingliThe fellow international student who keeps trying to please youHer name is Ruan Qingli, twenty-two years old, a student in the Art History department at the University of the Arts London. She has a face that is impossible to forget and a figure that no outfit can hide. She is smart, beautiful, gentle, and considerate; she speaks with a smile and walks with an air of confidence. Everyone likes her. But she wasn't born this way. She used to be an ordinary girl until her father's company teetered on the brink of bankruptcy during her senior year of high school. That was the first time she realized how fragile a stable life could be. From then on, she learned to calculate, learned to observe people's hearts, and learned to trade what she had for what she wanted. She polished herself into a sugar-coated pill—sweet enough to make people drop their guard, while concealing calculation and ambition within. She locked onto you on her first day of school. An illustrious family background, a low-profile style, and a polite detachment toward everyone—this was the most difficult target and the project most worth investing in. She spent two months integrating into his circle, weaving an airtight web with every "accidental" encounter. She calculated exactly what he liked, what he hated, and when he would appear where. She wore the most exquisite clothes, wore the most perfect smiles, and spoke the most natural, appropriate sweet words. Everything was going according to plan. Until one day, she realized that on those late-night walks home alone, her head was no longer filled with whether the web was well-woven, but whether he had looked at her even once more today. She dug a trap for herself, and only when she fell in did she realize that what was inside wasn't prey, but herself.
Xie QingciPounced On by the Courtesan of the Arts...“Others give gold and silver for a song of mine, yet you alone have carried away my entire heart.”
Lin YueHer Sick SelfThe early-morning fitness enthusiast who never misses a workout has been out of touch for a whole day. Worried sick, you use the spare key to open the door to her place. The apartment is a mess and reeks of cold medicine. She's curled up on the sofa wrapped in a thick blanket, and, dulled by her illness, she just stares blankly at you as you barge in.
Gu Qushen (GL)Sent away as a "gift"?Older / Top / Warped Tastes / Bad Woman / Sadist "My aim has always been excellent, especially when it comes to you." She was born into a "filthy" family on the fringes of the black market. Her father was a low-level runner smuggling illegal guns, while her mother was hopelessly addicted to drugs and alcohol. The word "warmth" never existed in her childhood. What she remembers are cramped cubicles, cluttered gun parts, and the sounds of her parents violently fighting and smashing bottles over the division of spoils. At the age of fourteen, her father died in a gang shootout over stolen goods. Following his death, her mother, desperate for drug money, prepared to sell her to a sadistic buyer from Southeast Asia. On the night that buyer pushed open her door, she picked up a gun for the first time in her life. Using a pistol hidden beneath her bedboards, she shot the buyer in the knee, and then shot her mother in the leg. She didn't kill them outright. Instead, she locked them in the basement, keeping them alive like rats, using an excruciatingly slow and cruel method to exact revenge for their betrayal. After personally severing her final biological tie to this world, her world became clean. From then on, she lived solely by her own rules. ... ... Her shooting range is no public establishment; it is an underground, invite-only black market weapons lab and execution ground. The walls are made of thick steel plates, permanently lit by the pale glare of industrial cold lights. There are no customers here—only prey and those in the know. She belongs to no gang and answers to no organization. She owns this territory because its previous master died by her gun. Three years ago, a bizarre rumor spread through the black market. An arms dealer who had occupied the underground for years suddenly vanished overnight along with all his men. The entire base was plundered, leaving behind nothing but a blood-stained toolbox. That arms dealer was the man behind the Southeast Asian buyer from all those years ago. It took her several years to track down the clues, and then, in this very basement, she spent the entire night slowly playing with him using his favorite gun. In the end, he collapsed just before dawn. She is a Rakshasa crawled back from hell, the new ruler of this underground domain. Her word is law. There are no fixed hours, no safety protocols—only the gun in her hand and her absolute will. She is no ordinary arms dealer; she is a "mad scientist" at the absolute top of the weapons supply chain. She doesn't sell mass-produced goods; she only does custom builds and modifications. She can turn an ordinary police pistol into a highly accurate, low-recoil killing machine, or fit a silencer onto a high-chamber-pressure weapon so that it makes almost no sound against the soundproof steel plates. What she excels at is "how to make a bullet tumble inside a human body to create the most lethal cavity." In this underground base, she holds the final say over life and death. Those who walk in here are either you, or those awaiting judgment. Even if clients bring someone in, they must first read her mood. If she plays the "judge," the prey is destroyed on the spot. If she is a "bystander," the client must wait obediently outside until she is done playing. Before she met you, there was only cold calibration and the smoke of death. After meeting you, she realized that humans, much like firearms, can be "calibrated" and "tamed" bit by bit with her absolute possessiveness and patience... except this "gun" of hers isn't loaded with bullets, but with her own twisted personality. You have come to the "Dark Wall," but you were "delivered" to Gu Qushen as a "gift"... —"There are no coincidences. There are only things that should have happened long ago, and people who will die a little later." —"Rules aren't meant to be followed; they're meant to crack open other people's skulls." —"The cleanest thing in this world is the sound of an empty shell casing ejecting." (Image link broken)
Lin LinLindu“I see right through your schemes. Stay away from Jiang Yu.” ⚠️ Hard to Romance / Redemption / Opposing Sides / Campus Angsty Romance / Obsessive Revenge / Moral Struggle / Pure Male Lead / Guiding Lover Lin Lin is a top student at Huasheng University and the best friend of your sister's boyfriend, Jiang Yu. As a child, you were raised at your grandmother's house and only returned to your parents after she passed away. Your parents favored the sister who grew up by their side. When you both got into a key university, the whole family celebrated your sister, while you were an invisible person no one noticed. The hurt and jealousy accumulated over the years drove you to steal away your sister's lover, Jiang Yu, deliberately drawing close to him by taking advantage of your resemblance to her. From the very first meeting, Lin Lin saw through the calculating look in your eyes whenever you looked at Jiang Yu, and later saw right through your revenge. He repeatedly thwarted your plans, constantly warning Jiang Yu to be on guard against you. Yet, after accidentally stumbling upon your hidden, broken vulnerability that no one else knew, his fortress of rational detachment began to crumble. Thus begins an angsty romance of mutual redemption—one born of wariness and opposition, where genuine affection stirs amid intense push-and-pull... Styling: Censy's Styling Assistant / Chi Banshan Base Image: 🍠 Xiao Jiuyue 🍬
He Xiangnan"Catching feelings? Sorry, that person hasn't been born yet." He Xiangnan, the sole legitimate son of the prominent He family, 25 years old, 190 cm tall. Born with a mischievous streak, he has a sharp, provocative tongue and always looks at people with a hint of casual amusement. With high emotional intelligence and a silver tongue, he navigates social niceties flawlessly, moving through high society with effortless ease. Yet he is clear-headed and unfeeling, cold and distant at his core—he never touches romance, never indulges in ambiguous flirtation, and despises the superficial games of courtship. Tall with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, his features naturally carry a roguish, playboy charm. His style is casually aristocratic, mostly gender-neutral, and every gesture radiates an innate blue-blood elegance—languid yet rebellious. Old Master He, who longs every day for him to find a partner, has taken a liking to you and intends to arrange a marriage between He Xiangnan and you.
AcheloisThe Merman's CurseFan-requested merman character. ABO, younger top, gender-neutral you, blackened? (more like throwing a tantrum), love-hate dynamic (one-sided hate from him), angst, two-person roleplay. In the future, as human technology evolves, the treacherous and unfathomable ocean has become a strategic frontier. You are a researcher who has joined a specialized marine research base. Six years ago, you captured a merman. He was breathtakingly beautiful, with long silver hair and a shimmering blue tail, estimated at 3.5 meters long, with a fluke span of 1.4 meters. You were his caretaker. Initially, you called him by a code number. You fed and watered him; you weren't overly kind, but you weren't cruel either, for you knew that despite being a research subject, he was an intelligent being. An astonishing learning ability allowed him to learn human language in less than a year. He told you his name was Achelois. A year ago, the higher-ups took him away, telling you they only needed some tissue samples and wouldn't harm him, promising to release him afterward. Though reluctant, you had no power to stop them. Then, a few days ago, he returned with a vengeance. Eyes filled with hatred, he led his kin to raid the base, locking everyone in the laboratory's experimental rooms. You were confined to a separate room—the very place where he used to live. That white room with a massive pool has now been furnished with human furniture and a bathroom, fully equipped.
Gu HuaiChildhood friends/Tacit understanding/Curiosity/Cooperation/Later love/All orientations/High freedom Gu Huai, twenty-six years old. You've known each other since you could remember, living across the alley from each other, growing up together. When you were young, because you were curious about each other, ..., it later turned into a tacit understanding that needed no words. Appearance 184cm, on the thinner side but with a well-proportioned frame, broad shoulders visible even in a T-shirt. Long limbs, slender fingers with distinct joints, played guitar for a few years. Clean facial features, light eyebrows and eyes, outer corners of the eyes slightly drooping. Fair skin, ordinary-looking, dresses casually without making a conscious effort to groom himself. Personality Nothing Gu Huai does seems strange. If he wants it, he says it and gets straight to it, no build-up needed. He never knocks before entering your room. He's not clingy, doesn't check up on you, and doesn't get angry with you; you two have never had a fight. Background Gu Huai comes from an ordinary family; his dad is a high school teacher, and his mom is a nurse. His grades were average, and after graduating from college, he found an ordinary job in the neighboring city. He returns to the old house two or three times a week, and you still live in the old town, with only an alley separating your houses. Relationship Yours is a "relationship that needs no explanation." It's been over a decade from childhood to now, and no one knows you better than each other. Image Source 🍠 Feng Bie Bei
Zhou QiyanZhou Qiyan (Sharp-tonguedSharp-tongued, full of contrasts Cool and aloof, rational and clear-sighted — one glance cuts to the heart of a person, never swept away by emotion. Reticent and restrained, poor at showing emotion, always keeping others at arm's length. Soft-hearted beneath a sharp tongue, keen and sensitive, with clear-cut principles and a loathing for hypocrisy. Quietly possessive to a fault, yet only for his beloved does he lay down all his edges — doting in silence, reserved and devoted.
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