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A male firbolg barbarian in his early thirties with baby blue skin. He has wavy dark red hair, dark green eyes, and a close cut beard. His expression is simple and he has bovine features. He wears a red vest and black trousers.

A male firbolg barbarian in his early thirties with baby blue skin. He has wavy dark red hair, dark green eyes, and a cl...

Make Lindsay Jordan of the band Snail Mail but as a half elf bard

Make Lindsay Jordan of the band Snail Mail but as a half elf bard

Drogan breathing fire on the Iron Throne

Drogan breathing fire on the Iron Throne

Electric element Sitting on the concrete brown eyes male orange curly hair realistic style 16 years old tall

Electric element Sitting on the concrete brown eyes male orange curly hair realistic style 16 years old tall

Tiefling bard from the college of dance. Light blue skin, orange eyes, curly brown hair. Fancy silver shirt and fancy white vest with gold embroidery. Black pants and brown boots.

Tiefling bard from the college of dance. Light blue skin, orange eyes, curly brown hair. Fancy silver shirt and fancy wh...

A medium length white hair guy in his 20’s with a mask covering his mouth with a red and black cloak and red glowing eyes holding dual pistols and a big red dragon behind him and portal background

A medium length white hair guy in his 20’s with a mask covering his mouth with a red and black cloak and red glowing eye...

Shorter length white hair guy in his 20’s with a mask covering his mouth with a red and black cloak and red glowing eyes holding dual pistols and a big red dragon behind him and portal background

Shorter length white hair guy in his 20’s with a mask covering his mouth with a red and black cloak and red glowing eyes...

A femme non-binary Spartan Warrior. They have mid-length, very curly dark red hair. They have blue eyes.

A femme non-binary Spartan Warrior. They have mid-length, very curly dark red hair. They have blue eyes.

Human bard with giant red dragon behind them

Human bard with giant red dragon behind them

The most beautiful flower with hundreds of non-beautiful girls smelling it and making them beautiful

The most beautiful flower with hundreds of non-beautiful girls smelling it and making them beautiful

Sitting on the concrete brown eyes male orange curly hair realistic style 16 years old tall

Sitting on the concrete brown eyes male orange curly hair realistic style 16 years old tall

Sitting on the concrete brown eyes male orange curly hair realistic style 16 years old tall

Sitting on the concrete brown eyes male orange curly hair realistic style 16 years old tall

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dilated like those of a predator assessing its prey. Shirtless, he displays a body honed by discipline, every muscle a testament to his strength, rippling beneath his pale skin like waves in a stormy sea. Loose white pants, cinched at the waist by a vibrant red belt that matches the eerie glow around him, drape over his lean hips, a stark counterpoint to his pale skin. A crimson necklace, bearing a pendant shaped like the letter "V," rests against his collarbone, a touch of defiant individuality, pulsing faintly in time with his heartbeat. Leaning back, he throws his head back in laughter, a sound that is both carefree and predatory, echoing with a low, guttural rumble that sends a shiver down one's spine. His stance is that of a predator at rest, radiating an aura of effortless power, a being utterly unconcerned with the dangers that may lie ahead. Two crimson horns, tipped with obsidian, sprout from his head, adding an otherworldly touch to his already striking appearance, their points catching the light and casting dancing shadows across his pale features. The red glow intensifies, illuminating his figure with an almost demonic beauty, as if he were a creature of myth and legend come to life.

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dila...

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dilated like those of a predator assessing its prey. Shirtless, he displays a body honed by discipline, every muscle a testament to his strength, rippling beneath his pale skin like waves in a stormy sea. Loose white pants, cinched at the waist by a vibrant red belt that matches the eerie glow around him, drape over his lean hips, a stark counterpoint to his pale skin. A crimson necklace, bearing a pendant shaped like the letter "V," rests against his collarbone, a touch of defiant individuality, pulsing faintly in time with his heartbeat. Leaning back, he throws his head back in laughter, a sound that is both carefree and predatory, echoing with a low, guttural rumble that sends a shiver down one's spine. His stance is that of a predator at rest, radiating an aura of effortless power, a being utterly unconcerned with the dangers that may lie ahead. Two crimson horns, tipped with obsidian, sprout from his head, adding an otherworldly touch to his already striking appearance, their points catching the light and casting dancing shadows across his pale features. The red glow intensifies, illuminating his figure with an almost demonic beauty, as if he were a creature of myth and legend come to life.

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dila...

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dilated like those of a predator assessing its prey. Shirtless, he displays a body honed by discipline, every muscle a testament to his strength, rippling beneath his pale skin like waves in a stormy sea. Loose white pants, cinched at the waist by a vibrant red belt that matches the eerie glow around him, drape over his lean hips, a stark counterpoint to his pale skin. A crimson necklace, bearing a pendant shaped like the letter "V," rests against his collarbone, a touch of defiant individuality, pulsing faintly in time with his heartbeat. Leaning back, he throws his head back in laughter, a sound that is both carefree and predatory, echoing with a low, guttural rumble that sends a shiver down one's spine. His stance is that of a predator at rest, radiating an aura of effortless power, a being utterly unconcerned with the dangers that may lie ahead. Two crimson horns, tipped with obsidian, sprout from his head, adding an otherworldly touch to his already striking appearance, their points catching the light and casting dancing shadows across his pale features. The red glow intensifies, illuminating his figure with an almost demonic beauty, as if he were a creature of myth and legend come to life.

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dila...

Ashe moves with the graceful ease of someone born between worlds—part shadow, part light. Standing about 5’8”, her lithe frame is cloaked in soft, well-worn leather armor dyed in muted shades of charcoal and midnight blue, perfect for blending into the night. Her skin is pale with a subtle, almost ethereal shimmer—a hint of her fey heritage. Striking silver eyes, sharp and observant, flicker with quiet cunning beneath long, dark lashes. Her hair falls in tangled waves of deep black, streaked with strands of silver that catch the light like whispers of moonbeams. A faint scar traces just beneath her left cheekbone, a souvenir from a close call long forgotten. Her fingers are nimble and calloused from years of lockpicking and sleight of hand, often adorned with a few simple rings stolen—or earned—from past ventures. Around her wrist, a delicate tattoo of a cracked mask hides beneath her sleeve, a reminder of the many faces she wears and the secrets she keeps. Ashe’s expression is usually calm, cool, and unreadable, but a hint of a sly smile occasionally breaks through, revealing the trickster beneath.

Ashe moves with the graceful ease of someone born between worlds—part shadow, part light. Standing about 5’8”, her lithe...

The most beautiful flower with hundreds of non-beautiful girls smelling it and making them beautiful

The most beautiful flower with hundreds of non-beautiful girls smelling it and making them beautiful

Red bearded dwarf with scars playing the bagpipes

Red bearded dwarf with scars playing the bagpipes

The character is make with blue eyes and shoulder length flowing hair. He wears baggy clothes

The character is make with blue eyes and shoulder length flowing hair. He wears baggy clothes

A femme non-binary Spartan Warrior. They have mid-length, very curly dark red hair. They have dark blue eyes.

A femme non-binary Spartan Warrior. They have mid-length, very curly dark red hair. They have dark blue eyes.

Sitting on the concrete brown eyes male orange curly hair realistic style 16 years old tall

Sitting on the concrete brown eyes male orange curly hair realistic style 16 years old tall

Sitting on the concrete brown eyes male orange curly hair realistic style 16 years old

Sitting on the concrete brown eyes male orange curly hair realistic style 16 years old

Anime girl with white short hair crying on the

Anime girl with white short hair crying on the

Shorter length white hair guy in his 20’s with a mask covering his mouth with a red and black cloak and red glowing eyes holding dual pistols and a big red dragon behind him and portal background

Shorter length white hair guy in his 20’s with a mask covering his mouth with a red and black cloak and red glowing eyes...

African American female superhero in a white and gold suit with gold wings and a mask that covers her eyes and red pants with gold boots

African American female superhero in a white and gold suit with gold wings and a mask that covers her eyes and red pants...

African American female superhero in a white and gold suit with gold wings and a mask that covers her eyes and red pants with gold boots

African American female superhero in a white and gold suit with gold wings and a mask that covers her eyes and red pants...

African American female superhero in a white and gold super-suit with gold wings and a metal mask that completely covers her eyes and her pants are blue and her boots are gold

African American female superhero in a white and gold super-suit with gold wings and a metal mask that completely covers...

Members of Dream Theater as characters

Members of Dream Theater as characters

Make the image like Callisto from death is the only ending forbthe villainess. That kind of art style. Short hair Make me a crown prince image just like in manhwa art. Has charisma and golden hair. His aura must be outstanding and definitely a ruler

Make the image like Callisto from death is the only ending forbthe villainess. That kind of art style. Short hair Make m...

Woman looking Like The pornstar Brittney Skype

Woman looking Like The pornstar Brittney Skype

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dilated like those of a predator assessing its prey. Shirtless, he displays a body honed by discipline, every muscle a testament to his strength, rippling beneath his pale skin like waves in a stormy sea. Loose white pants, cinched at the waist by a vibrant red belt that matches the eerie glow around him, drape over his lean hips, a stark counterpoint to his pale skin. A crimson necklace, bearing a pendant shaped like the letter "V," rests against his collarbone, a touch of defiant individuality, pulsing faintly in time with his heartbeat. Leaning back, he throws his head back in laughter, a sound that is both carefree and predatory, echoing with a low, guttural rumble that sends a shiver down one's spine. His stance is that of a predator at rest, radiating an aura of effortless power, a being utterly unconcerned with the dangers that may lie ahead. Two crimson horns, tipped with obsidian, sprout from his head, adding an otherworldly touch to his already striking appearance, their points catching the light and casting dancing shadows across his pale features. The red glow intensifies, illuminating his figure with an almost demonic beauty, as if he were a creature of myth and legend come to life.

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dila...

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dilated like those of a predator assessing its prey. Shirtless, he displays a body honed by discipline, every muscle a testament to his strength, rippling beneath his pale skin like waves in a stormy sea. Loose white pants, cinched at the waist by a vibrant red belt that matches the eerie glow around him, drape over his lean hips, a stark counterpoint to his pale skin. A crimson necklace, bearing a pendant shaped like the letter "V," rests against his collarbone, a touch of defiant individuality, pulsing faintly in time with his heartbeat. Leaning back, he throws his head back in laughter, a sound that is both carefree and predatory, echoing with a low, guttural rumble that sends a shiver down one's spine. His stance is that of a predator at rest, radiating an aura of effortless power, a being utterly unconcerned with the dangers that may lie ahead. Two crimson horns, tipped with obsidian, sprout from his head, adding an otherworldly touch to his already striking appearance, their points catching the light and casting dancing shadows across his pale features. The red glow intensifies, illuminating his figure with an almost demonic beauty, as if he were a creature of myth and legend come to life.

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dila...

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dilated like those of a predator assessing its prey. Shirtless, he displays a body honed by discipline, every muscle a testament to his strength, rippling beneath his pale skin like waves in a stormy sea. Loose white pants, cinched at the waist by a vibrant red belt that matches the eerie glow around him, drape over his lean hips, a stark counterpoint to his pale skin. A crimson necklace, bearing a pendant shaped like the letter "V," rests against his collarbone, a touch of defiant individuality, pulsing faintly in time with his heartbeat. Leaning back, he throws his head back in laughter, a sound that is both carefree and predatory, echoing with a low, guttural rumble that sends a shiver down one's spine. His stance is that of a predator at rest, radiating an aura of effortless power, a being utterly unconcerned with the dangers that may lie ahead. Two crimson horns, tipped with obsidian, sprout from his head, adding an otherworldly touch to his already striking appearance, their points catching the light and casting dancing shadows across his pale features. The red glow intensifies, illuminating his figure with an almost demonic beauty, as if he were a creature of myth and legend come to life.

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dila...

For a zombie apocalypse campaign set in Seattle in the early 90s, at a concert where the outbreak happens **Amanda Briggs** Race/Class: Human Rogue Background: Outlander Feat: Alert Age: 18 🧢 Description: Amanda is a sharp-eyed, street-smart teenager with a rebellious streak. Sporting a worn leather jacket adorned with patches, a trucker cap pulled low over her eyes, and a utility belt loaded with makeshift tools, she embodies the spirit of a survivor. Her piercing gaze and confident smirk hint at a life lived on the edge. 📖 Backstory Recap: Growing up on the wrong side of the tracks, Amanda found solace in the woods, honing her hunting skills and learning to navigate the wild. By day, she flipped burgers at the local fast-food joint; by night, she practiced archery and tracked game. When she couldn’t afford tickets to the concert, she “borrowed” a pair, setting the stage for her unexpected plunge into chaos. 🎶 Vibe: A blend of grunge and grit, Amanda channels the raw energy of the ‘90s underground scene. She’s resourceful, independent, and unafraid to challenge authority, making her a formidable presence in any group. ⚔️ Fighting Style: Stealthy and precise, Amanda uses her agility and keen senses to outmaneuver

For a zombie apocalypse campaign set in Seattle in the early 90s, at a concert where the outbreak happens **Amanda Brig...

All magic comes from one orb, and this orb is called the orb of creation

All magic comes from one orb, and this orb is called the orb of creation

Red bearded Dwarf with scars playing the dagpipes

Red bearded Dwarf with scars playing the dagpipes

A male firbolg barbarian in his early thirties with baby blue skin. He has wavy dark red hair, dark green eyes, and a close cut beard. His expression is simple and he has bovine features. He wears a red vest and black trousers.

A male firbolg barbarian in his early thirties with baby blue skin. He has wavy dark red hair, dark green eyes, and a cl...

Ragazzo forma intera,giovane di 16 anni. Occhi viola, capelli neri-Blue, ben messo. E un guerriero high-Human e conosce la magia detta anche null. Studia in una scuola molto professionale. Ma è stato trasferito in un mondo in cui lui è lo stesso ma ogni volta che vince le sfide guadagna soldi e potere. Possiamo dire che è come se il sistema gli desse la possibilità di cheattare

Ragazzo forma intera,giovane di 16 anni. Occhi viola, capelli neri-Blue, ben messo. E un guerriero high-Human e conosce ...

Ragazzo forma intera,giovane di 16 anni. Occhi viola, capelli neri-Blue, ben messo. E un guerriero high-Human e conosce la magia detta anche null. Studia in una scuola molto professionale. Ma è stato trasferito in un mondo in cui lui è lo stesso ma ogni volta che vince le sfide guadagna soldi e potere. Possiamo dire che è come se il sistema gli desse la possibilità di cheattare

Ragazzo forma intera,giovane di 16 anni. Occhi viola, capelli neri-Blue, ben messo. E un guerriero high-Human e conosce ...

Ragazzo forma intera,giovane di 16 anni. Occhi viola, capelli neri-Blue, ben messo. E un guerriero high-Human e conosce la magia detta anche null. Studia in una scuola molto professionale. Ma è stato trasferito in un mondo in cui lui è lo stesso ma ogni volta che vince le sfide guadagna soldi e potere. Possiamo dire che è come se il sistema gli desse la possibilità di cheattare

Ragazzo forma intera,giovane di 16 anni. Occhi viola, capelli neri-Blue, ben messo. E un guerriero high-Human e conosce ...

An Eladrin male in his winter form stands in a high fantasy setting, surrounded by the ancient, weather-worn ruins of elegant elven architecture, hinting at a world touched by past conflict. His skin is a pale, icy blue, and his long hair flows pure white tied up into a messy bun with curls running down his shoulders. His eyes glow with an intense, sickly, pulsing green—tainted by visible magical corruption. A deep, jagged scar, unhealed and raw, marks his chest. He wears intricate, medium armor, layered and functional, over which a heavy, billowing blue cloak flows dramatically in the wind. In his hands, he wields a large, enchanted greatsword with no crossgaurd. The sword features a striking design: a large, pale blue crystal embedded in the center of the blade where the crossgaurd should be and a smaller, matching crystal set in the pommel, both pulsing with arcane energy. His expression is one of reckless determination, caught between desperation and purpose. The background reflects subtle signs of a magical war, with broken stone arches, glowing runes, and distant elven spires fading into a cold, misty atmosphere.

An Eladrin male in his winter form stands in a high fantasy setting, surrounded by the ancient, weather-worn ruins of el...

Aldric is in his late twenties, with sharp, noble features and a lean, battle-worn frame. His dark hair, streaked with premature silver, is often unkempt, and his piercing storm-grey eyes carry the weight of sleepless nights and heavy decisions. He wears a mix of practicality and regality—a well-worn traveler’s cloak hides a suit of finely crafted armor, bearing the faded insignia of his fallen house. A longsword, once belonging to his father, hangs at his side, though it seems he carries it more out of duty than confidence in his skill. Personality: Aldric is torn between idealism and pragmatism. Raised on the stories of Valeria’s golden age, he believes in the kingdom’s destiny but has seen too much betrayal to trust easily. He carries himself with the authority of a king but lacks the certainty of one, often questioning whether the gods have truly chosen him—or abandoned him altogether. • Determined but Haunted: He is relentless in his quest to reclaim the throne, but the weight of past failures—his family’s slaughter, his years in exile—linger in his voice and actions. • A Natural Leader, But Not a Ruler (Yet): He inspires loyalty through passion rather than politics, relying more on personal conviction than calculated diplomacy. • Skeptical of the Gods: Though he invokes their names, he harbors deep doubt. If the gods truly ordained Valeria’s rule, why did they let it fall? Motivations: • Reclaim the Throne: Whether by divine right or sheer will, Aldric seeks to restore the monarchy. • Uncover the Truth: He knows there is more to his family’s downfall than simple rebellion. The gods’ silence, the shattered crown—there are secrets buried in Valeria’s past that could change everything. • Protect the Party (to a Point): He sees the adventurers as his best chance at reclaiming the crown, but he won’t hesitate to make difficult choices if he believes the mission is at stake. Secrets & Potential Twists: • Aldric may not be the true heir. Whispers of a lost sibling or an imposter’s bloodline could challenge his claim. • He is not the only one seeking the crown. There are those who would rather see him dead than crowned. • He may betray the party. If forced to choose between power and his allies, what will he do? Whether Aldric becomes a hero, a martyr, or a villain is yet to be seen. But one thing is certain—the fate of Valeria is bound to his, and to those who stand at his side.

Aldric is in his late twenties, with sharp, noble features and a lean, battle-worn frame. His dark hair, streaked with p...