Previous: And as just like before.
>Look at the image above yours
>Post 3 to 5 lines of greentext detailing an interesting character based on that image
>But if you've got more than 3 or 5 lines to tell, then go ahead
>You can contribute by posting your own image, even as a form of a bump
And six more images for extra inspiration. Plus, to the user who actively wrote alot of greentext storylines at previous thread. Come on and shows us what you got.
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>Alp is really a reverse trap.
That's only one line, but you perverts have already filled in the rest with your dirty thoughts.
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>Rebecca came from the heavens to help humans find peace with their neighbors
>Angels are forbidden descending physically to the mortal world, only sending avatars with vague messages
>She was the first to come in person in 900 years. The humans immediately started treating her as a living deity
>This is because the rulers know she can't be allowed to make actual progress in what she wants to do
>Flattery, gifts and constantly being kept busy by high society let them control what she sees and believes is happening
>They aim to slowly corrupt her to become their figurehead and rally a crusade among the common people
>The poor girl has no idea. She's sweet, but very naive and trusting, which is the EXACT REASON she was forbidden from going
>Meeting commoners and more honest nobles may yet open her eyes to what the kings and high clergy are trying
>Who knows if that's make her angry, or just break her heart.
>two pairs of identical twins
>They fought on opposite sides of war when the empires of men and elves clashed
>Due to lack of food and the terrible nature of the war, both sets of twins desert their respective squadrons and meet each other by chance while escaping the battlefield
>The astronomical odds and comical nature of two pairs of identical twins meeting each other stops them from instantly killing one another
>They decide to stick together for a short time to survive in the war torn area resorting to petty crime and even banditry
>As romance blossoms between the group members they realize how impossible their relationship is due to political and social factors and struggle daily to stay beneath the radar of their respective governments who would have them killed for desertion as well as the various members of their own race that would kill them for even associating with other inferior races.
>This is John.
>John is a 35 year old man who had a surgery to remove his extra pinkie when he was young, nobody knows about this except for him, and his parents. The latter being unable to tell this to anyone due to their premature deaths in a car accident when John was 14.
>John used to work at NATROL, a division of Lycan Corp.
>John used to have a loving family and pet dog he named Coco.
>Coco along with the rest of John's family are now dead.
>John somehow survived the first months of the end of the world and is now reflecting on why he is still alive.
>John wonders if God chose him to live on.
>John decides that it was just dumb luck.
>John also decides that he should stop reminiscing about the good old days before he gets torn to shreds.
>John decides to put a well placed hole in what was a man's head.
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>Rayan's armour fits well. Just like his sword, it was custom-forged for him and his spear is a family heirloom
>He's received 8 years of martial and leadership training at the kingdom's most prestigious military academy
>At the age of 16, a fresh graduate, he leads 100 men, all household veterans and most twice his age, rather than raw recruits most others get
>He's been assigned to low-risk, high-reward raids in enemy territory
>His family made all this possible; his father is a duke, sixth in line for the throne
>All the same, he feels unsure of himself, disgusted at the soft targets he's tasked with sacking, unworthy to command hardened veterans he should be asking advice from, frustrated he will be lauded for his 'achievements' despite not truly doing anything worthy of his ancestors legacy...
>This portrait was commissioned at his graduation and hangs in the gallery of his family's estate. They praised him for looking regal and dignified. He thinks he looks like an arrogant child
>If he could, Rayan would tear it to pieces, but he knows better, just as he knows better than to go off hunting for glory with his small command
>So he abides and feels his dreams and ambitions slowly whither and die...
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>A boy and a woman visits the grace of the recently deceased Sir Barton the Hedge Knight
>The boy is the knights son whereas the woman is Sir Barton's closest friend, Melissa Everec
>It is Sir Barton's birthday today and both the son; Thomas, now under Melissa Everec's care, are visiting Sir Barton's grave which also has his personal sword placed on it
>The boy sets down the pretty pink flowers he either picked from the fields himself or he grew for such an occassion, to be placed at his father's grave
>While Melissa Everec, now does her very best in fulfilling Sir Barton's last wish during his final breath moments
>To take care and love his son, just as much as Melissa cared for her dearest friend
>To this day, Sir Barton's son Thomas and Melissa live lovingly and carigly together as Melissa proves herself as a good caretaker and educator for the boy
>And Thomas also appreciates looks up to and loves Melissa Everec just as much as he did to his father
>Gurka stretched lazily
>It felt hard to believe she'd gone so long without battle or bloodshed since somehow coming to this strange world
>But the human Chris had been good to her
>He'd fed her, bought her clothes, and even gotten her a "Mem-ber-ship" to the place of the weights
>She wasn't sure why he'd done all this
>Something about being lonely and making more coin...no, "mon-ey", she smiled proudly remembering the word he called it, than he could spend from his job typing away at the box with a mouse that wasn't really a mouse
>Even now she could hear him clacking away on the little squares with the runes from his "off-ice" as he worked
>She would have to think of a way to repay him soon
>A thought crossed her mind and made her grin
>There was always that...she just hoped he could survive it
>He was rather...squishy
Bunp
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>Helda was a bizarre child, gifted with fair looks and an intriguingly obedient personality.
>It was decided by the Bureau of Morale Reinforcement that she should become one of the official pin up girls used in propaganda.
>The Empire had long standardised this for the production of such materials and so Helda completed her duties.
"Listen up you maggots!" Her voice cuts through the camp like a razor blade, the row almost instantly dying out, save the one poor fucker who's likely going to lose half her foot. Those are replaceable though, it's not like they aren't all going under the knife later.
"I do not care how good any of you think you are, because at this moment every single one of you knows nothing. That's why you're here. But when you are done, every single one of you that survives will be able to do what I do: charm your way into the most tightly guarded fortress, convince your target to bring you somewhere isolated, kill the SOB and get out without anyone realizing." Some of her charges seemed a bit uncomfortable. Good, that means they still value life on some level. That'll serve them well.
"Now we were going to start with some method acting but since SOME of you jumped the gun, we are going to start with weapons safety before getting there." Rolling her eyes, the veteran assassin starts her lecture.
Why are her hands all scuffed up?
You tell us, user.
She's a betta (not beta, betta).
Skipped... swear this happens every time.
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