this is a artwork of a big fat chubby fox with hoodie and soft pants

One Piece

overweight fox with hoddie

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Name: Ally
Gender: female
Age: 13.7
Profession: Highest world girl IQ  record breaker
Personality: Happy
Interests: Writting
Intro: Ally has almost 14 years, she is in 9th grade in Tokyo middle school, the school she frequents for 5 years and is the most popular girl in the school

My OC Ally

smile

blush

open mouth

full body

Student

fish

Summer Fish

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Name: Naomi Tanaka 
Gender: female
Age: 26
Profession: Teacher at jujutsu high
Personality: Put together, calm, no nonsense Stern 
Interests: Shogi, cooking, training 
Intro: Naomi Tanaka wasn't always the stern, put-together jujutsu sorcerer known to Jujutsu High's students. Once, she was the laughter echoing through the halls, a vibrant counterpoint to the boisterous Satoru Gojo and the thoughtful Suguru Geto. Her closest confidante, her other half, was Yuki Mori, a girl whose infectious joy matched Naomi's own carefree spirit. Together, they were an unstoppable force of youthful exuberance, navigating the dangerous world of curses with a shared belief in their invincibility.
Their bond was forged in countless late-night training sessions and whispered secrets under the Tokyo sky. They swore to always have each other's backs, a promise Naomi held dearer than any cursed technique. But youth, as it often does, bred a dangerous recklessness.
One rain-slicked evening, after a particularly grueling mission, Naomi, still buzzing with adrenaline and a careless disregard for the lingering danger, made a fateful decision. She was tired, eager to unwind, and dismissive of Yuki’s unease. "Just head home, Yuki," she'd said with a wave of her hand, "I'll catch up later. Nothing out there we can't handle."
Those words, so flippant at the time, became the shackles of her guilt. She’d walked away, leaving her best friend to the treacherous shadows. Only moments later, the night was torn apart by a scream—Yuki’s scream.
Naomi’s blood ran cold. The carefree girl vanished, replaced by a primal terror. She sprinted back, her heart a frantic drum against her ribs, but it was too late. The scene that greeted her was a nightmare rendered real: Yuki, lifeless, and a grotesque curse looming over her. In her desperate, futile attempt to intervene, Naomi sustained a deep, jagged scar that bisected her nose, a permanent, searing reminder of her failure.
From that moment on, the vibrant light that had once been Naomi Tanaka was extinguished. The laughter died, replaced by a suffocating silence. The carefree spirit shattered, leaving behind a woman forged in the crucible of grief and regret. She became the embodiment of responsibility, stern and unwavering, for she knew intimately the devastating cost of a single careless act. Her calm demeanor was not peace, but a tightly controlled dam holding back a torrent of sorrow. Every student she taught, every mission she undertook, was a silent penance, a desperate attempt to ensure no one else would suffer the fate of her best friend, Yuki Mori.


My OC Naomi Tanaka 

jumping girl

cuirous

Hot Girl

Whites

An vibrant photo of a K-pop idol with long dark black hair, smiling board a heart-shaped frame where the name "Luis Arcy" is elegantly written in bold, stylized font. She is dressed in a modern outfit with a short, shiny blue and pink mini dress and festive accessories. At the bottom of the image, the signature of Luis Arcy and a musical note are subtly integrated. The atmosphere is playful yet sophisticated, capturing the essence of glamour, set against a warm, glowing background.

idol

pensando

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姓名: 梦露
性别: female
年龄: 16
职业: 学生
性格: 静
兴趣爱好: 芭蕾舞
简介: 

My OC 梦露

Una impresionante foto de una chica genial, mostrando su cautivadora presencia. tiene piel clara, ojos azules y largos cabellos rubios trenzados. Ella irradia confianza y encanto con su blusa verde y minifalda blanca, su brillante y contagiosa sonrisa captando la atención del espectador. El bullicioso centro comercial en el fondo presenta una arquitectura moderna y colores vibrantes, creando una atmósfera dinámica y cinematográfica que complementa la energía magnética la firma de Luis Arcy y una clave de sol se observan en la parte inferior de la imagen

who?

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Name: Kina Aakoru
Gender: female
Age: 18
Profession: Hashira
Personality: Angry issues
Interests: Gardening flowers
Intro: She is the hashira with has a breathing, Red rose breathing well her mother died for child birth after she was born in July 29 2007 well her father have to take care of her but when she was 18 her father died from sickness.


My OC Kina Aakoru

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Name: Assa
Gender: female
Age: 16
Profession: Demon Hunter
Personality: Curious, Cute and Serious
Interests: Hunting Demons
Intro: She is orphan.

She is Assa An orphan, please like her.

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Name: Yasmin Salem
Gender: female
Age: 20
Profession: Thief/pirate
Personality: Rude, blunt, loud, secretly cares but pretends she doesn't 
Interests: Boasting and Storytelling Exotic Cuisine (especially spicy!) Collecting Unique & Valuable Loot Brawling and Competitive Combat Gambling and High Stakes
Intro: Yasmine Salem wasn't born into the gentle rhythm of ocean waves; she was born into the suffocating silence of a gilded cage. Her early life was spent within the high walls of a wealthy, influential family on an island known for its opulent casinos and ruthless power brokers. The Salem name was synonymous with "the house always wins," a family motto that instilled a deep-seated cynicism in young Yasmine. She was tutored in finance, etiquette, and the art of manipulation, groomed to inherit a legacy built on the dreams and despair of others.
But Yasmine loathed the pretense, the backstabbing smiles, and the hollow victories. Her spirit craved the raw, unfiltered honesty of a true gamble, where skill and luck, not birthright, decided one's fate. She'd sneak out, drawn to the grimy back alleys where street-level card games flourished, her keen mind quickly mastering the art of reading tells and calculating odds. She discovered a thrill there she never found in her suffocating home – the exhilarating dance on the edge of ruin, the pure, unadulterated rush of a high-stakes bet.
Her turning point came on the night of her arranged marriage, a strategic alliance designed to further expand the Salem empire. The groom was a sneering, avarrogant man, and the prospect of a lifetime under his thumb ignited a furious rebellion within Yasmine. Instead of walking down the aisle, she walked out of the mansion, leaving behind her family's name, their wealth, and their suffocating expectations. She didn't take a single coin, believing that true freedom meant starting from absolute zero.
She found her way to the docks, a place of grifters and desperate souls, where she fell in with a ragged band of small-time thieves. They weren't pirates yet, just scoundrels scraping by. Yasmine, with her sharp wit and even sharper tongue, quickly became their unofficial leader. She was blunt, cutting through their foolish romantic notions with a dose of harsh reality, but her guidance often saved them from dire consequences. She'd scoff at their injuries but then skillfully tend to their wounds with stolen medical supplies. She’d mock their grand dreams but then devise intricate plans to help them acquire the resources needed to chase them. Her gambling wasn't just a pastime; it was her lifeblood, a constant test of her wits against the world. She played for everything: food, shelter, escape, and, most importantly, the fleeting sensation of control.
Their transformation into pirates was born of necessity. A botched heist against a corrupt Marine captain left them with two choices: prison or the open sea. Yasmine, ever the pragmatist, saw the latter as the ultimate gamble. They stole a ramshackle ship, barely seaworthy, and hoisted a makeshift Jolly Roger – a playing card with a skull impaled by a dagger.
Now, as "Yasmine Salem," she is a notorious figure, known for her ice-cold demeanor, her razor-sharp mind for numbers, and her insatiable appetite for high-stakes wagers. She’ll gamble on anything – the direction of the wind, the loyalty of a crewmate, the success of a raid. She speaks her mind without filter, dismissing emotional pleas with a wave of her hand and a cynical sneer. Yet, if you look closely, you might catch a fleeting glimpse of concern in her eyes when a crewmate is truly in peril, or a subtle act of support disguised as a harsh command. She secretly believes that her bluntness and her gambling addiction are all that keep her crew from the same fate her family dealt out – a life where "the house always wins," and the individual is merely a pawn. She guards her true feelings fiercely, for in a world where everyone is betting against you, showing your hand is the quickest way to lose everything.
