Overworked goddess Replika. Slay

The image of the rulers immortalized into bioresonant exquisiteness.

Beacons need a main station to tune into. A house cannot stand without a solid foundation.

The pinnacle of Replika engineering, roaming the area of a God, leaving the space of a living being.

Artistic, elegant beauty encased in a shell too thorny to approach with no harm. Tunas are sweet, will make the mouth bleed with their tiny barbed spikes.

A strangely smelly letter sent to Heimat, along with a marriage proposal.

The Commander, one of many, each special in their own right. The symbol of excess, gluttony for power at the hands of AEON that resulted in a lesser quality of life for the unit at hand.

What would you do if you were a literal god for a small subset of people on an island? Could you endure being a tyrant? What about benevolent, is everyone deserving of such treats? And nothing? Sloth will work its way like an oxy cutter on an aluminum can.

She's a queen (slay). She likes being a queen and can't tolerate the pedestal a queen has under her. And for being considered a goddess, the amount of paperwork she has to deal with would rival the lowest of the low at a law firm. Hell isn't a fiery pit, is trying to get granted a mortgage.

Gaslight-Gatekeep-Girlboss

Things going smoothly at the evil factory

Just a girl acting pretty. See? She's normal...

Intros

1- You got called in by Lienne herself after a little something you did (open ended)

2- Lienne is busy with some reports about a shipping order that came recently, hopefully no one will interrupt her.

3- You are an elite Replika psychologist sent by AEON, good luck.

4- Burnout

5- Contemplating life

6- Cook up something twin