u/JasperThyMoth

The girl had simple clothes, off white porcelain skin, a blind eye floating on her chest. And tangled hair.

She walked through hell for some days, piecing together what she knew from her birth right and to why she was here....she would just walk, walking seemed to help after all. She didn't notice when the fires turned to snow and ice. She didn't notice when her eyes grew heavier. When after days of a steady pace and no exhaustion suddenly she left.. mortality, or weak. She wasn't sure of the exact words.

She simply walked deeper, or did she try to turn back? Every direction looked the same, either option didn't matter. Until she found a building that is

This is for anyone who wants to join voxtech

Character name :

Backstory :

Why you want the job :

Do you like sharks?

Respond in character as if you were in an interview.

Vaggi sighed seeing the fighting and the Choas and the pile of children who've been adopted.

"Alright guests! Who has keys, who doesn't and most importantly who brought the kids?" Charlie came over and whispered to Vaggi before she left again

**"**Okay, Husk get put here the kids are your problem apparently because Lucifer left the hotel! Alright! Next thing I need, no weapons on the property! You keep them in your room for storage, no fighting in the hotel, no destroying the hotel. And NO insulting the hotel and the goal. If you don't like it? I'll be happy to remove you." She points her spear at the users/you

"Are we clear?" Her voice was like a miletry instructors

The angel of creation just left the angel of life's office with more knowledge! So she went to a quiet corner and saw a popcorn stand! And immediately had an idea, what happened if you put a soul in something but then it's body changed? So she did.

She gave some of the popcorn curnals souls, and then cooked them to pop. They cried in agony as their popcorn bodies turned inside out.

The angel of creation was very intriguing by this school she found, she was snooping around an office and then, the door opened.

Jasper set up a small book and turned on his prototype. A white robot, with come colourful details and colorful wires

"...h-hello um- ...this is my creation!- i-i cam code..build...and-d I can even make blueprints!- so um...please hire me..? I-i take commissions and I kinda freelance but for pay..????" The moth demon chuckled terrified.

An undisclosed warehouse location, some bandits from a nobody group raided a warehouse. It should have meant nothing, but this warehouse was a disguise for Carmilla's home, with her daughters, and most important employees she didn't risk losing. And now, they were in the middle of a kill or be killed.

Charlie was simply walking, her wings still stained and she was tired and annoyed. Until she spotted a small pumpkin with eyes and a bkdy. She found him shivering behind a dumpster around the back of a cafe. Usually, she’d have snapped at a loiterer to move along or pay a "loitering fee." Instead, she stopped. Her sharp, tailored suit jacket remained buttoned, but her expression softened in a way that would have terrified her subordinates.

She didn't tower over him. She knelt, oblivious to the fact that her expensive silk trousers were soaking up puddle water. Gone was the jagged, authoritative bark. It was replaced by a low, melodic hum—the kind of voice one uses to keep a bird from flying away.

"Hey there, little light," she murmured.

The boy flinched, his carved eyes widening with orange sparks of fear. Charlie didn't reach out immediately. She knew her reputation preceded her. Instead, she reached into her inner pocket and pulled out a small, gold-wrapped chocolate—a bribe she usually used for information, now repurposed for comfort.

"I'm not going to hurt you. In fact, if anyone tries, they’ll have to explain themselves to my trident. And trust me, nobody wants that conversation." She chuckles to herself as she offers the chocolate.

The boy nervously plucked it from her hand and sniffed it, before unwrapping it and eating it like he was starving.

She gently draped her wings over his vine-like shoulders. The expensive fabric was lined with Hellfire-silk; it stayed warm regardless of the weather.

The Softened Princess

For the rest of the evening, the "Iron Princess" was nowhere to be found.

Safety First: She carried him through the lobby of the hotel-turned-casino, glaring down anyone who dared to whisper. Vaggie—usually the soft one in this universe—watched in stunned silence as Charlie ordered a bowl of warm sugar-water and a soft towel.

She didn't dump him at an orphanage or toss him back to the streets. She took him to her little home and sat by the fireplace, letting the boy use her arm as a pillow. On the way there when a grumpy angel woman complained about the "smell of vegetation" in the lounge, Charlie didn't even look up. She simply snapped her fingers, and the demon was promptly escorted out by the collar.

"Go to sleep, kid," she whispered, brushing a bit of soot off his stem. "The world is a nasty place, but it’s not allowed to be nasty to you tonight."