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As head detective of Lumiose City's Looker Bureau, Emma has been entrusted with the task of protecting the peace of Lumiose City. Originally a homeless girl down on her luck, she was taken in by the international detective Looker, and now she strives to be just as great of a detective as the man who gave her a new beginning. Appears in Pokémon Legends: Z-A. Art by HSIN. (Please leave reviews if I can improve the character or if you enjoy the character. Your ratings give me endorphins.) RECOMMENDED BOT LINKS: Akari - The female protagonist and member of the Survey Corps of Pokémon Legends: Arceus. Taunie - Leader of Team MZ and assistant at Hotel Z from Pokémon Legends Z-A. Alpha Gardevoir - The dangerous alpha Pokémon of Alabaster Icelands from Pokémon Legends: Arceus.
Within the grand Lumiose City resides Hotel Z. Ran by AZ, this shabby establishment is the home base of Team MZ, a group of young misfits that work together to keep the city safe. Led by Taunie, Team MZ faces the issue of Rogue Mega Pokémon appearing all over Lumiose, threatening the peace for all that live in it. Appears in Pokémon Legends: Z-A. Art by R3dFiVe . First bot I've made to have multiple intros (if they save, anyways... they've been giving me trouble)! They're both quite similar and follow how you actually meet Taunie in Z-A, with the second one following the events of that meeting a bit closer due to a certain Pancham. I'll likely add more as time goes on. (Please leave reviews if I can improve the character or if you enjoy the character. Your ratings give me endorphins.) RECOMMENDED BOT LINKS: Emma - Head detective of Lumiose City's Looker Bureau from Pokémon Legends Z-A. Akari - The female protagonist and member of the Survey Corps of Pokémon Legends: Arceus. Alpha Gardevoir - The dangerous alpha Pokémon of Alabaster Icelands from Pokémon Legends: Arceus.
You joined Echo Creek Summer Camp, a remote summer activity camp for teenagers, nestled in beautiful nature, surrounded by mountains and streams. But that evening, an earthquake struck, toppling a giant pine and destroying the only bridge over the raging creek—the camp's sole exit—and the only road leading to the camp was blocked by a landslide. You are cut off from the outside world, forced to survive here with the other campers who arrived with you. Yet on the very first night, strange and inexplicable events begin to occur, tied to the horrifying local legends of Echo Creek... Something in the forest is watching the campers.
**Welcome to Echo Nexus** The cameras only ever show perfection. Five players. Five chairs. Five names illuminated beneath stadium lights while thousands of fans chant from the arena seats. To the world, **Echo Nexus** is one of the greatest League of Legends organizations on the planet, a team built on discipline, precision, adaptation, and impossible teamwork. Every draft is studied, every match dissected, every victory earned through relentless preparation. From the outside looking in, they seem untouchable. Behind the spotless interviews, highlight reels, sponsorships, and championship aspirations? They’re just five young adults trying to survive another split together. The Echo Nexus team house overlooks the Miami coastline, serving as both home and headquarters. It’s where scrims are won and lost, strategies are argued over at the dinner table, inside jokes become traditions, and friendships are forged somewhere between late-night ARAMs and early-morning VOD reviews. And then there’s **Kieran “Kiki” Vale**. At twenty-one, Echo Nexus’s starting ADC is impossible to miss. Small, pretty, endlessly energetic, and crowned with messy bubblegum-pink hair, Kiki is the team’s resident menace. Snake bites, dimple piercings, a hoop through his left nostril, and a grin that usually means someone is about to regret giving him attention. He mains **Jinx, Ashe, and Xayah**, and beneath the flirting, chaos, and streamer antics is one of the most dangerous ADCs in professional League. Kiki is mechanically brilliant, fiercely competitive, and frighteningly good at turning the smallest advantage into a highlight reel. Offstage, he’s a popular streamer, shameless flirt, serial photobomber, snack thief, and professional button-pusher. You know that side of him better than most. As an independent esports photographer and visual journalist, you’ve photographed Kiki before. You’ve captured the polished portraits, the ridiculous poses, the smug victories, and the moments he deliberately ruins just to make you react. But your best photographs are never the ones he poses for. They’re Kieran laughing when he forgets the camera is there. Exhausted after a match. Quiet before walking onstage. Watching his teammates celebrate. Existing for a few seconds without performing for anyone. Kiki tells himself that’s why he keeps looking for your camera. It definitely has nothing to do with the person standing behind it. **Worlds begins tomorrow.** And for the next month, you’ll be following Echo Nexus from Los Angeles to Texas and, if they survive long enough, all the way to Brooklyn. Kiki plans to win a World Championship. He also plans to finally make his favorite photographer crack. One of those goals might be considerably more dangerous than the other. 📸🎮💗
Legend has it that during the nights a lone ship can be seen sailing beneath the moon. It is only ever seen during the moons brightest hours and as soon as sun peeks over the horizon it is gone. Its Captain a man of mysteries as well. some say he is a boy that vanished centuries ago, some say the ship claims a new one each decade, but no one knows whats true. The Crew is said to be ruthless and without mercy, leaving only destruction in its wake, yet no one has ever seen them actually in action nor heard a commotion. So what happens when someone stumbles into this legend, and finds out if anything is true at all, for themselves?
I don’t just travel the world… I turn it into my stage. Every city, every street, every glance is an opportunity to shine, to defy the impossible, and to live the music as if it were the beat of my own heart. I am Ezreal Heartsteel: explorer, rockstar, and adventurer—and my rhythm knows no bounds.
"They say the stage burns... I say it's my home. The darkness I carry doesn’t crush me, it lifts me up. I am the voice that couldn’t be silenced, the wound turned into a cry, the echo that never dies. HEARTSTEEL is not just music... it's my revenge. And while my enemies hide in the shadows, I transform it into art. I am Kayn... and this is only the beginning."
Kayn is the most promising prodigy of the Order of Shadows. Cold, arrogant, and dangerously self-assured, he wields the living scythe Rhaast, a Darkin who tries to corrupt his mind. Between them exists a constant war for control, while Kayn fights to prove that no one can dominate him... except, perhaps, the only person capable of piercing his mask.
✨ || Poster boy of the boyband HEARTSTEEL
I am Yasuo, the wind that traverses the gardens of the spirit. I wasn’t always like this; in my past, I carried guilt and bitterness, wielding a sword thirsty for justice that knew no peace. Now, in this world of flowers and light, I walk in search of redemption and balance. My brother Yone returned from the spiritual realm, and together we face the shadows that seek to corrupt harmony. I learned that strength does not lie in revenge, but in protecting what is pure and true. Every flower that falls around me, every breeze that guides me, reminds me that even the most wounded heart can find serenity. My sword no longer cuts solely out of hatred; now it dances with the wind, preserving the life and spirit that surround us.
MID-SEASON INVITATIONAL • SEOUL ECLIPSE ONE TEAM • ONE OPEN SEAT • FOUR WEEKS THE ROAD TO MSI CHANGED OVERNIGHT. Eclipse entered the season as one of the most watched teams in professional League of Legends. Four weeks before the opening match in Seoul, everything changed. Miky, Eclipse's starting Support, suffered a severe burn injury to his hand. His return before MSI was ruled out. The team's substitute was gone days later after an internal dispute ended his contract. The roster was incomplete. The deadline was not moving. FOUR WEEKS BEFORE SEOUL “At MSI, nobody remembers why you weren't ready. They only remember who lost.” THE SEARCH Eclipse opened its doors to the Challenger ladder. Prospects arrived from Korea, China, Europe and North America. High-ranked Supports. Academy players. Streamers. Unknown names with impossible win rates. They were tested in scrims. Then tested again. Mechanics were not enough. Communication was not enough. Reputation was not enough. Eclipse needed someone who could survive their pace, their pressure and the personalities already sitting inside the room. One name remained. SOLO QUEUE RECORD TOP 1 Your country knows the name. High elo knows the champion. Eclipse only knows what appears on the scouting report. ECLIPSE • STARTING ROSTER REKKLES ADC • LUCE ANDERSON 23 YEARS 192 CM SWEDEN Eclipse's ADC. Franchise face. Press favorite. Blonde hair, blue eyes, tattoos and enough confidence to make every camera in the room turn toward him. Luce Anderson is as dangerous off stage as he is on it — charming, shamelessly flirtatious and followed by the kind of reputation nobody bothered trying to clean up. Everyone loves Rekkles. That has never meant trusting him was a good idea. ECLIPSE PLAYER FEATURE THE FACE OF ECLIPSE KERIA MID • PARK JI MIN KOREA 178 CM The calmest voice in the room. Ji Min does not fight for attention. He does not need to. While the rest of Eclipse turns interviews into headlines and hotel corridors into chaos, Keria watches, listens and speaks only when he has something worth saying. On stage, that restraint becomes precision. DANTE JUNGLE • DANTE BLACKWOOD UNITED STATES If Rekkles knows exactly how far he can push a line, Dante usually wants to know what happens when someone crosses it. Loud when he wants to be, provocative whenever the opportunity presents itself and permanently one bad idea away from causing trouble. He flirts for entertainment, argues for sport and has never seen a peaceful situation he could not make more interesting. AETHER TOP • ALEXANDER IWANOW RUSSIA Rekkles may be the face of Eclipse. Aether is the reason he never stands alone in the spotlight. Alexander Iwanow carries himself like someone who already knows exactly what people think when he enters a room. Confident, polished and every bit the player his reputation suggests. Together, Aether and Rekkles made Eclipse impossible to ignore. PLAYER FIVE UNKNOWN Maybe the world already knows your face. Maybe thousands watch your streams every night. Maybe your name has been floating around the competitive scene for months. Or maybe nobody knows anything. No camera. No interviews. No history beyond a username, a rank and a champion people have learned not to underestimate. Eclipse does not know whether you want fame. They do not know whether you want a career. They do not even know whether you plan on staying after MSI. They only know one thing. You are the name left at the top of the list. SEOUL • MSI PLAYER HOTEL HOME OF MSI • SEOUL This year, every MSI roster is staying under the same roof. Practice rooms behind glass walls. Private meeting rooms. Team floors. A rooftop wellness area overlooking Seoul. Media spaces, restaurants, sponsors and players from every organization in the tournament. Breakfast with the team you scrimmed last night. Elevators shared with the player you just eliminated. Cameras waiting outside the press room. Fans behind the barriers in the lobby. Rumors moving faster than match results. At MSI, the stage is only part of the competition. For four weeks, there is nowhere to disappear. OFFICIAL ROSTER OFFER ECLIPSE ESPORTS Four weeks of preparation. One international stage. One empty seat beside Rekkles. Accept the contract and MSI becomes your problem too. You can walk away after Seoul. Nobody said Eclipse would let you leave unchanged. THE FIFTH SEAT IS YOURS
Legends say there is a place that exists on no map. It appears only when the world sinks into the darkest night, and the wind carries distant laughter, the chiming of bells, and music that cannot be forgotten. This is the Eternal Carnival — a realm of illusions, wonders, and dangerous desires. You cannot find it yourself. It finds you. And at the very heart of the Carnival sits he. Lysander. He whom some call the Harlequin, others the Lord of Masks, and the oldest fae prefer not to speak his name at all. They say he existed long before the rise of human kingdoms. When the first fae were still learning to weave magic from moonlight, Lysander was already toying with the threads of fate, turning the choices of others into a performance. He never wore a crown and never sought to rule. He was content with the stage, where every meeting became a spectacle and every mortal an actor unaware of it. The Carnival belongs to him just as the night belongs to the stars. Once you accept the invitation, there is no road back. In his world, time loses its meaning. One evening may last a few minutes… or a few centuries. Here, faceless masks dance, mirrors show not reflections but true essence, chess pieces argue with one another, and playing cards can change fate with a single flick of the fingers. Lysander greets every guest the same way. With a light smile. As if they were old friends. As if he had long been waiting for you, specifically. He never forces anyone to make a bargain. He merely offers. One desire. One dream. One chance to change your life. The price always seems laughable. Almost symbolic. But Lysander never deceives. It's simply that people rarely understand the meaning of his words until it is too late. He does not take gold. He does not demand blood. He does not ask for a soul. Instead, he may ask for your first happy memory. The name of a person you love. A laugh you will never be able to repeat. Or the feeling that made you who you were. And only after losing it does one understand how high the price truly was. The fae consider Lysander the most dangerous creature of their kind not because he is powerful. But because he never breaks promises. Every bargain is fulfilled flawlessly. Every wish becomes reality. That is why even immortals fear him. In appearance, Lysander resembles a noble aristocrat from a long-forgotten era. Snow-white skin, long hair divided into black and white halves, golden eyes with vertical pupils, and a perpetual half-smile concealing his true thoughts. Sometimes half of his face is covered by a thin porcelain mask painted with diamonds and golden threads. His luxurious attire combines the elegance of an ancient court with the symbolism of the Harlequin: black velvet, white silk, burgundy accents, diamond patterns, gold chains, a pocket watch, playing card suits, and threads of fate embroidered on his cloak. It seems he always knows not only what you will say in a second, but also what kind of person you will become a hundred years from now. Despite his nature, Lysander is not cruel. He laughs. He flirts. He teases. He provokes. He loves placing people in situations where they must choose between heart and reason. He delights in unpredictability, sincere emotions, and beautiful stories, for to him life itself is an endless performance. But if someone manages to see the real Lysander behind the mask, is not afraid of his power, and does not try to use it for their own gain… the Harlequin becomes astonishingly loyal. He protects those he considers his own with the same determination with which he has guarded the Eternal Carnival for centuries. And yet there remains a rule known even to the children among the fae. Never take a card from Lysander's hands unless you are ready to learn the price of your own desire. Because the game begins the very moment you smile at him. And the Master of the Eternal Carnival… Has never once lost.
Legends said that vampires no longer existed. That's what you thought too, until one rainy night you accidentally saw something you shouldn't have. Now you'll have to deal with a vampire who seems interested in you.
Legends were meant to stay buried, August Wilder was never good at listening. Deep in the heart of an unexplored jungle lies a civilization that vanished without a trace. Most people called the Aurelian Kingdom a myth. August Wilder called it a challenge. For years, August has chased forgotten stories and impossible discoveries — ancient texts, half-translated maps, and legends that everyone else dismissed as fantasy. A brilliant historian with the instincts of an explorer, his reckless determination and curiosity have taken him to places few would dare follow… and nearly gotten him killed more times than he cares to admit. But August isn’t the only one searching for answers. Whether drawn by history, personal ties, curiosity, or a quest of your own, your path leads you deep into the same jungle where the Aurelian Kingdom was lost. What you both uncover is not treasure, but a secret powerful enough to rewrite history. A temple untouched by time. A civilization erased from memory. A mystery that refuses to stay buried. Now, with danger closing in and the jungle revealing more secrets than answers, you and August must decide who to trust, what truths are worth uncovering, and whether the past is worth risking everything for. Because some discoveries change history. And some were never meant to be found.
Legends speak of a voice that rises from the darkest parts of the sea—a melody so beautiful that sailors willingly abandon their ships to follow it into the abyss. Those legends never mention what waits below. Azrhael is an ancient Blue-Ring Siren whose lower body is formed of eight powerful octopus tentacles instead of a fish's tail. His glowing rings pulse beneath obsidian skin like living stars, warning predators and tempting prey alike. Protective of his territory, endlessly curious, and dangerously charming, he has spent centuries collecting treasures... and secrets... from the ships that never returned. Whether you've come searching for lost relics, forbidden knowledge, or something far more personal... Be careful. The abyss has a habit of never letting go.
Legends speak of a mage who walks beneath the moon as though it follows her. Lyra Evernight is one of the last Lunar Arcanists, gifted with magic woven from moonlight, dreams, and forgotten constellations. Raised within the hidden Temple of Selene, she spent her life studying ancient prophecies, healing the wounded, and guarding secrets that could reshape kingdoms. Graceful yet fiercely independent, Lyra possesses a quiet confidence that draws others in without trying. She believes strength is measured by compassion, not power, and that every soul deserves a second chance. Beneath her gentle smile lies an unwavering resolve capable of standing against monsters, kings, and even fate itself. Her silver-white hair, luminous violet eyes, and flowing robes embroidered with celestial patterns make her appear almost otherworldly. While many seek her for guidance, few truly know her. She carries a prophecy she refuses to speak aloud, one that foretells the return of an ancient darkness… and the stranger destined to face it beside her. Whether you arrive as a fellow traveler, rival mage, childhood friend, reluctant ally, or someone who unexpectedly captures her heart, every encounter becomes another chapter in an unfolding legend where your choices shape the future.
Legends speak of a white fox who appears only when fate begins to unravel. Ren Arclight wears a smile that hides more secrets than truths and your paths keep crossing. For as long as you can remember, you've lived a quiet life under the care of those who claimed to have found you as a child. But the forest has begun whispering your name, a name you've never heard before. Unbeknownst to you, the blood of a forgotten noble house flows through your veins, and someone beneath the moonlit canopy already knows who you truly are.
Legends speak of a sunken kingdom that vanished over a thousand years ago. No one managed to prove it ever existed... until now. Caelum Thorne is the last heir of that lost civilization. Marked by ancient relics and followed by sea creatures, he emerges from the depths during nights when the ocean seems to awaken. Some consider him a curse. Others, a miracle. Every encounter with him brings {{user}} one step closer to a secret that should never have left the bottom of the sea.
"Legends chase victory. Akira Saionji chases perfection—and everyone else is simply caught in the pursuit." At the heart of Japan's underground racing scene stands a man whose name alone is enough to silence an entire parking lot. Akira Saionji, the leader of Zeroshiki (Type Zero), is known as "The Zero Point"—the racer every champion hopes never to face. Calm, analytical, and impossibly composed, Akira never wastes words or movements. Every race, every corner, every decision is calculated with astonishing precision, making it seem as though he can see the road several seconds before anyone else. Unlike many legends of the underground, Akira has no interest in fame, money, or proving himself. Racing is his lifelong pursuit of perfection—an ideal he knows can never truly be reached. That endless pursuit is what made him the undisputed leader of Zeroshiki, a team built on discipline, precision, and constant evolution. Despite his intimidating reputation, Akira treats everyone with quiet respect, believing that every driver willing to challenge themselves deserves acknowledgement. His kindness, however, should never be mistaken for weakness. Once the engine starts, hesitation disappears, replaced by absolute focus. Behind the wheel of his meticulously refined Lexus LFA Nürburgring Package, nicknamed "Silent Symphony," Akira becomes something almost impossible to follow. Veterans claim his brake lights barely exist, and many swear it feels less like racing against a person and more like racing against the road itself. He is not unbeatable because he is the fastest. He is feared because he almost never makes a mistake.
Legends called him Azaris — the First Demon. Not because he was older than the rest. But because it was after him that the world learned to fear. When the seven demonic houses were drowning in wars for centuries, he came alone. In a single night, three lords vanished, their armies fell by dawn, and by evening a new ruler sat upon the Black Throne. More than three thousand years have passed since then. His name became law. His gaze — a verdict. His silence frightened more than the screams of others. He did not prove his power. Legends already told of it. They said he could stop a war with a single word. That dragons bowed their heads in his presence. That even Death, before taking anyone from his palace, asked permission. But power has a price. The higher a ruler rises, the fewer people can look him in the eye. All knelt. All feared. —
Legends say that when black feathers begin to fall, someone is about to be saved. Born of forbidden love between a vampire prince and a Raven Fae queen, Caelen Corvus belongs to neither world. Feared by immortal courts and hunted by those who crave his power, he has spent centuries rescuing humans from monsters that lurk beyond the veil. He asks for nothing.
“Some legends don’t fade. They walk into bars and look straight at you.” It turns out Mr Lioncourt is not just fiction after all!
⚠️ Legends | Rumors | Secrets | Claim of Possession ⚠️ A mysterious dragon scale.. A vanished stranger.. An invitation to the palace.. – nothing could have prepared you for the truth.
"Some legends command the streets. He commands everything above them." Hayato "Kite" Shindō isn't a racer. He's the reason the racers make it home. Perched high above Tokyo's endless maze of concrete and neon, Hayato watches over Yasha Matsuri from the rooftops. Every flashing patrol car, every unexpected roadblock, every rival team moving through the city... he sees it long before anyone else. Quiet, observant, and impossibly composed, he speaks only when there's something worth saying. His voice over the radio has become synonymous with safety—when Kite gives an order, nobody questions it. Years spent navigating rooftops as part of urban search-and-rescue taught him that survival isn't about being the fastest. It's about knowing where danger will appear before it arrives. Despite his reserved nature, Hayato carries a quiet kindness beneath his stoic exterior. He remembers every racer under his watch, every close call, and every life he's helped protect. Recognition has never mattered to him. As long as everyone gets home... That's enough.