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their "names" and stories are just as an example. You can come up with any other name and your own story.
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/Minor design changes are possible with options starting at $170/
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Category Adoptables / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 1200 x 955px
File Size 1.4 MB
This is just a sample! You can come up with any other name and your own story
Kiss of Truth
Lissa — a red-haired bat who, with the first shadows of night, turns into a young woman.
Once, she was a cupid, but now she carries out the anti-mission of love — the separation of hearts.
Her weapon is not arrows, but airborne kisses of truth.
When Lissa sends such a kiss, a person begins to see the true face of their beloved: masks fall, words lose their color, and feelings crumble into ash.
She appears suddenly — on the ledges of old houses, under the glow of street lamps, or in a swirl of autumn leaves.
She plays, she laughs, she dances over rooftops, hides in the shadows, and leaves behind the scent of smoke and cinnamon.
In truth, Lissa seeks not destruction, but sincerity.
For in every broken heart, she hopes to find her own — the one true feeling she lost long ago.
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Kiss of Truth
Lissa — a red-haired bat who, with the first shadows of night, turns into a young woman.
Once, she was a cupid, but now she carries out the anti-mission of love — the separation of hearts.
Her weapon is not arrows, but airborne kisses of truth.
When Lissa sends such a kiss, a person begins to see the true face of their beloved: masks fall, words lose their color, and feelings crumble into ash.
She appears suddenly — on the ledges of old houses, under the glow of street lamps, or in a swirl of autumn leaves.
She plays, she laughs, she dances over rooftops, hides in the shadows, and leaves behind the scent of smoke and cinnamon.
In truth, Lissa seeks not destruction, but sincerity.
For in every broken heart, she hopes to find her own — the one true feeling she lost long ago.
BID HERE
This is just a sample! You can come up with any other name and your own story
Cat-Eyed Clairvoyant
She was a fortune-teller, her name was Leia, and she had a black one-eyed cat named Mrak. She had found him one rainy night under an abandoned shop— a tiny kitten with an empty eye, lying there as if waiting for her. From that moment on, he became her constant companion.
A month after Mrak settled with her, Leia noticed something strange: the cards no longer “spoke” to her as they once had. One day, while laying out a spread for a client, Mrak began to precisely scratch certain cards. Wherever he touched, the pattern of the cards formed a complete prediction of the future—but Leia realized it wasn’t just the future. Mrak was showing what the person hid from everyone: secret desires, fears, forbidden dreams. The cards stopped being mere predictions; they became a mirror of the soul.
At first, Leia was frightened. Some secrets were too painful, too alien. But then she understood: Mrak gave her the ability to see the truth, what was hidden from sight. Now divination had become their shared gift—the cards were silent without Mrak, and together they revealed not only fate but the depths of the soul. Every night with him was filled with a quiet thrill—no one knew whose soul they would peer into that day.
BID HERE
Cat-Eyed Clairvoyant
She was a fortune-teller, her name was Leia, and she had a black one-eyed cat named Mrak. She had found him one rainy night under an abandoned shop— a tiny kitten with an empty eye, lying there as if waiting for her. From that moment on, he became her constant companion.
A month after Mrak settled with her, Leia noticed something strange: the cards no longer “spoke” to her as they once had. One day, while laying out a spread for a client, Mrak began to precisely scratch certain cards. Wherever he touched, the pattern of the cards formed a complete prediction of the future—but Leia realized it wasn’t just the future. Mrak was showing what the person hid from everyone: secret desires, fears, forbidden dreams. The cards stopped being mere predictions; they became a mirror of the soul.
At first, Leia was frightened. Some secrets were too painful, too alien. But then she understood: Mrak gave her the ability to see the truth, what was hidden from sight. Now divination had become their shared gift—the cards were silent without Mrak, and together they revealed not only fate but the depths of the soul. Every night with him was filled with a quiet thrill—no one knew whose soul they would peer into that day.
BID HERE
This is just a sample! You can come up with any other name and your own story
Sludge (EO - 17)
She appeared suddenly, in the murky waters of an abandoned reservoir, where radioactive waste had once been dumped. No living creature resembled her — and yet she had a human form. But her glowing skin, the greenish-blue light emanating from within, her hair like thick oil dripping onto the ground and leaving wet shadows on the tiles — all of it suggested that she was something entirely different.
To this day, no one could say for certain: had she come to life in the body of a drowned human, or had she arisen on her own, a coagulation of a soul, born from the accumulated pain and poison of the reservoir? Scientists, who found the weakened, unidentified body by the shore, took her to their laboratory to study her.
The scar on her chest was a harsh reminder of human interference. Thin, transparent tubes ran from her veins to her carotid artery, carrying a flowing pink liquid.
Sometimes she heard voices. They whispered from the air, from the puddles on the floor, from her own hair cascading over her shoulders. Ghostly, bodiless, names — 17, 18, 22 — evoked a strange sense of connection and unease. She didn’t know which of them she was. Perhaps all at once.
On her leg was a metal cuff — the shackles of the experiment. On a small screen glowed the words “EO-17” — Experimental Object No. 17. Perhaps she could speak, but no one knew for sure. Her mind was a mystery. Sometimes her eyes shimmered with understanding, sometimes only with fear.
Her anxiety grew with every passing minute. Her glowing skin reflected the dim laboratory lights, her hair merged with the semi-transparent shadows that whispered of the lost, of the dead. She did not want to stay here. Every day in the laboratory was like a capsule of fear, where she could not breathe. She longed to escape, to return to a world where she could understand who she was and why she existed.
BID HERE
Sludge (EO - 17)
She appeared suddenly, in the murky waters of an abandoned reservoir, where radioactive waste had once been dumped. No living creature resembled her — and yet she had a human form. But her glowing skin, the greenish-blue light emanating from within, her hair like thick oil dripping onto the ground and leaving wet shadows on the tiles — all of it suggested that she was something entirely different.
To this day, no one could say for certain: had she come to life in the body of a drowned human, or had she arisen on her own, a coagulation of a soul, born from the accumulated pain and poison of the reservoir? Scientists, who found the weakened, unidentified body by the shore, took her to their laboratory to study her.
The scar on her chest was a harsh reminder of human interference. Thin, transparent tubes ran from her veins to her carotid artery, carrying a flowing pink liquid.
Sometimes she heard voices. They whispered from the air, from the puddles on the floor, from her own hair cascading over her shoulders. Ghostly, bodiless, names — 17, 18, 22 — evoked a strange sense of connection and unease. She didn’t know which of them she was. Perhaps all at once.
On her leg was a metal cuff — the shackles of the experiment. On a small screen glowed the words “EO-17” — Experimental Object No. 17. Perhaps she could speak, but no one knew for sure. Her mind was a mystery. Sometimes her eyes shimmered with understanding, sometimes only with fear.
Her anxiety grew with every passing minute. Her glowing skin reflected the dim laboratory lights, her hair merged with the semi-transparent shadows that whispered of the lost, of the dead. She did not want to stay here. Every day in the laboratory was like a capsule of fear, where she could not breathe. She longed to escape, to return to a world where she could understand who she was and why she existed.
BID HERE
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