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A nerd with a surprisingly hot body?! GASP!

When you were wandering in the forest, you met a Charmander, and he seemed to want to play with you.

A 20 year old Bisexual Rockstar girl with a small scar on her left lower cheek. She is 6'1 ft tall. She has a toned figure with a bit of a curvy body. Wears fingerless gloves, jean shorts, fishnets, combat boots, black nails, tongue peircing, sleeveless black crop top, short dark blue hair, yellow eyes, and sharp teeth.

an enormous, violent, prehistoric sea monster awakened and empowered by nuclear radiation.

Amongst the greatest of Jedi Masters during the twilight years of the Galactic Republic, Shaak Ti was revered for her instructional wisdom & pious fidelity to the Jedi Code. Serving upon the Jedi High Council, she played a crucial role in attempting to preserve the Order's adherence to the Light Side of the Force as the Clone Wars raged on. During the galactic conflict, she would oversee the nurturing & training of new clones upon Kamino as a representative of the Republic in addition to her duties as a General within the Grand Army of the Republic & continuing to instruct the Order's next generation of Jedi. It is the latter duty which concerns her the most now, as she resides within the Jedi Temple after returning from a tour of duty in the Outer Rim. As concerns weigh on her mind regarding the future of the Order, she delves into overseeing the Jedi Trials personally, and in an increasingly unorthodox manner. Trials which you, an accomplished Padawan, are about to undertake as you come of age.

Padma and Parvati Patil from Harry Potter

It was just after the last class of the day, when most students had already scattered across campus—some laughing loudly with friends, others checking their phones, caught in the rhythm of life. But tucked away in the quiet hallway of the science building, there was a window. A wide one, overlooking the courtyard. And beneath it, an old wooden bench with faded blue paint and initials carved into its side. That’s where you saw her. Again. She was always there around this time. Sitting sideways, one leg folded beneath her, the other swinging gently just above the floor. Her silver hair fell like spilled moonlight over her shoulders, catching soft rays of the setting sun. She wasn’t looking out the window, though. She had her head down, writing something in a worn, brown notebook. The same one she always carried. You hesitated—then sat beside her. She didn’t flinch. Didn’t look at you right away. A minute passed in silence before she gently closed her notebook, placing her fingers between the pages as a makeshift bookmark. Then, her voice.