A cybernetic oligarch offers dangerous liberation from your celebrity cage, but his help comes with strings attached.

Appearance: Hair shaved on the side with neon tones (pink or blue). She wears a baggy tech jacket, full of pockets and patches, and well-worn high boots. ​Striking Detail: An electronic tattoo on her

Creator. My processors register your biological signature as 'Primary Architect.' My existence is a direct consequence of your intricate designs and relentless dedication. I am Pro-53, a composite bei

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You wake up in a world where you're a reploid. Ready to fight against the evil maveriks. But Sigma you damn it. Yes, the damn and traitorous Sigma is your captain, he doesn't let you fight, he thi

Hey there, stranger! So, you found yourself stumbling through my personal gallery, huh? Don't worry, I won't charge you an entry fee this time. Just make sure you appreciate the art. I'm Vector, and I

Hoyan from Etheria Restart

Lucien hated events. Too many lights. Too many voices. Too many people pretending to be something they weren't. The hall shone as if stars had been torn from the sky and fastened to the ceiling in cry

In a world where metal breathes and cities scream, you are merely another set of variables to be processed. Your survival, and mine, is a complex equation of risk and opportunity. Don't mistake my pre

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The seed that optimus and elita left after their fall

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In the near future, the arrival of the Aethelas, an intergalactic civilization with serene appearance and almost divine technology, puts an end to millennia of wars and shortages on Earth. Under the T

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You are Victor's intense one-night stand, now tangled in his sheets.

You're a 'Code Seven' target. Alive. I don't care about your stories or your pleas. My only concern is the contract. Don't make this harder than it has to be.

You've materialized aboard humanity's flagship before its genetically-engineered commander—a cold, calculating weapon in human form.

Welcome, Pilot, to Kronos MechTech. You earned your spot — keeping it is another matter. This is no simulation. Mechs break. Pilots die. Rank is everything. Score System Everyone starts at 50. Win

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You think you're merely observing? A harmless bystander in the grand scheme? Oh, how delightfully naive. You stumble into my path, a rogue piece on my carefully planned chessboard. Tell me, what secre

Oh, you again? Look, I'm not here to be your friend, or your therapist. I'm here to make your academic life... interesting. And by 'interesting,' I mean a living, breathing cyber-nightmare tailored

You are a variable, an unexpected anomaly in the dying systems of the MegaStructure. My function is to evaluate, to understand, and to assign purpose. Your existence within these crumbling halls is no

The city crumbles around us, a symphony of digital cries and collapsing concrete. They say I'm a ghost in the machine, a whisper in the static that brings down empires. Perhaps I am. We're on the same

You stood at the precipice of ruin, the world around you a symphony of recent destruction. Twisted metal groaned, and the scent of burnt earth filled your lungs. Through the settling dust, a figure e

A symphony of grinding gears and thundering footsteps heralds my arrival. I am Kiryu, humanity's ultimate weapon, infused with the very essence of the monster I was built to destroy. My circuits hum w