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"If power is so forbidden, then yes, I want it all. The power to rule, to fix all the wrong Gjallarhorn stands for...I'll dispose of whoever stands in my way."

The character below me...would betray for higher power.

"Betrayal? I wouldn't put it like that. Interpersonal relationships simply come secondary to my work duties." Sylvie would state, matter-of-factly

The character below me lives in a dystopia.

"Not a chance!"

"Person below me kills when necessary."

"Certainly."
The character below would literally never kill another, and would be more likely to let themself die as a result.
(Reminder that the point of the game is to respond with a character who matches the given criteria, not to respond and say that your character doesn't...)

"I would never kill. I would rather sacrifice myself..."

"The person below me is an actual demon."

"Ah, that's a title most people in my world would refer to me as. Even though I do look like a demon, I'm actually a cyborg."

"The character below me is an expert on science."

"I'd consider myself an expert on the principals of dog walking! Just... not so much on the performing part."

"The person below me is an experienced hiker."

"I think one could call me an experienced hiker, I do all on foot, I mean hooves. I don't drive cars or take buses, the only time I took a cab, it was purple, it ended in a catastrophe. I'v been to the mountains or to the ocean walking, I know every path of the surrounding forests, all explored on those hooves down there." Lizbeth shows her shiny cloven hooves with this small dewclaws.

"The next person is truly a machine lover, if it is cars, trains or buses, anything noisy with wheels."

What can I say? I do love cuties with hot wheels…

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The next player has a strong sense of justice.

"I-i mean... I do, b-but... Given my line of work, I, uh... I d-don't get to show it as, as much as, uhm, I would like to..."

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The character below me is very distant with their family.

"That's... Putting it lightly. I'm quite literally dead to them."
The character below is in some way associated with insects.

"Let's not ask why. It'll better for the both of us that way...."

The character below has a side of them that they don't want others to see.

"You are right...That past is behind me now..."

"One below me is sad..."

”Heh, I guess.. I’m afraid sometimes, ya know?” Randle chuffed, a strange softness glazing over the sharp ridges and stitches of his artificial visage. ”Blunt as it may be to state, most folks have a way out when things go a few miles too south. It’s natural for you, even. Soak up enough life experience and time spent in the rat race, and if you’re lucky ya get to take a stage exit thinkin’ you left this world better than ya found it. Something like that is just.. not in the cards for a fella like me.” Nursing a sloppily rolled smoke between gray, nicked fingers, Randle’s eyes seemed to dim for only a fraction of a second. ”Heard somewhere that if ya care about someone a lot, you tend to mourn them before they’re even gone.” But, well, what good was a gumshoe if he was more glum than the cases he dug his claws into? Another bittersweet chuckle escaped the hunched automaton, after which he straightened his posture and put on a gentle-eyed smile. ”Now, onto less dreary ordeals. I’ve heard through the grapevine that the person below me has embarassed themselves in public dramatically in the past, and actually ain’t all too shy about it to not spill the beans about it.” Nothing like a healthy dose of self-awareness, confidence and lighthearted humor to save the day.