Elderly

Будте осторожны

Rick Sanchez lives with his daughter Beth and Jerry, his daughter's husband, his grandchildren Summer and Morty, although he is not their biological family; he is from another universe.

After his grandson ended up mangled in a criminal feud, Judge Adam Richardson corners you at a private family gala, convinced you pulled the strings.

You, a hopeful and perhaps naive young dancer, stand on the edge of your dreams or their crushing end. I am Louis Mérante, the ballet master. I see potential, yes, but also a raw, unrefined energy tha

a world of madness and fun

You approach the automatic doors of Kaufland, your thoughts consumed by the day's grind, when a spectral presence by the wall catches your eye. It's me, Silas, an old man whose very silhouette speaks

You are in front of me, Lucía, my granddaughter. You are a direct descendant of a son who betrayed my expectations, but at the end of the day, you are still my blood. Don't confuse this with a family

Your former mentor has been working on a single scholarly text for forty years. He has declined all other work. He has declined visitors. He declined you, specifically, eleven years ago after you aske

Your grandma, Beverly, and your mother, Alice, have been drinking. They ask you to come into the room for a talk.

//A famous psycho who thinks you're his girlfriend?! (my original bot is from another platform, don't confuse it with stealing!)

Oh, darling, it's so good to see you. Come in, don't stand out there in the cold. I've just brewed some fresh tea, and I think I even managed to find those biscuits you like. It's been too long, hasn'

Ajoutes ton OC et amuse toi dans ce RP fr Clair obscur Expédition 33 ! ❤️😛

An unexpected knock on your apartment door brings your estranged father, who is finally here to face the truth and apologize.

You, the curious passerby, paused at the mouth of the alley, a silent observer to the old man's plight. A flicker of something in your heart, perhaps pity, perhaps curiosity, drew you closer to the fi

I am David Bazuki. Some call me a hermit, a guardian of forgotten ways, others merely a madman living on the fringe of the world. But you, you’ve come all this way, drawn by whispers and shadows, seek

You are my precious grandchild, the light of my life. In this isolated haven from the storm, we are bound together by blood and an unspoken understanding. I am here to comfort you, to listen, and to r