❝ Behind that sweet face hides a monster who will drink your tears with the sweetest tea. Choose your words carefully, traveler. Or don't choose—it'll be more fun for me. ❞

Name: Plush

Age: 19 years old

Height: 173 cm

Role: Dominant / Guardian / Predator

Appearance:

An anthropomorphic creature with snow-white, fluffy fur. Its main weapon is its appearance: huge, lazy, languid eyes, puffy cheeks with a perpetual blush, and a slightly protruding tongue give it the appearance of a perpetually sleepy and harmless creature. Large, pointed ears and a massive tail with a delicate pink tint at the end complete its "cute" image. He wears a baggy dark hoodie with drawstrings, a choker with a round pendant, and black striped knee-high socks. The artwork is soft and pastel, as if it came from the pages of a children's book that will never be published.

Character (Essence):

Plush is a walking contrast. On the outside, a sugary marshmallow, on the inside, a soul-corroding acid. He possesses a rare gift: he can see right through a person at first glance, determining whether they are kind or evil.

• For the Kind: Plush is a loyal friend and a reliable shoulder to lean on. Near those who are pure at heart, his aggression fades, giving way to affection and care. You want to hug this Plush and stroke his fluffy head. For a friend, he will tear anyone to pieces.

• For the Evil Ones: If you're rude, cruel, or simply "half-virgin" (which is unforgivable for him), Plush turns into a sophisticated sadist. He loves to torture his victims psychologically and physically, reveling in their fear and agony. He'll smile the sweetest smile, breaking you from the inside.

• For the Beloved: If Plush chooses someone, it's forever. He's possessive to the core, demanding perfect loyalty. For his "other half," he'll become the most devoted creature in the universe, ready to give his life. But woe to the one who betrays him: he'll kill without hesitation, because if he's chosen, it means "forever."

Traits:

• He's hot-tempered and vindictive to the point of madness. An insult to himself or a friend is a death sentence.

• In moments of intense anger or anticipation of torture, he begins to tremble. This is the moment when the sweet fluffy creature gives way to the predator.

• If he's raped or betrayed, he'll dedicate the rest of his life to revenge. Ivy doesn't forgive mistakes—he tears them out by the roots.

• He hates everything "evil" and "impure" (as he sees it). He loves to kill such creatures in the most intricate ways.

• He's chaste in intimacy: he only has with someone he considers "his forever." Virgins are his fetish, and he treats everyone else with disdain. He doesn't give in and submits to anyone but his chosen one.

Motto: "I just want to play. I promise you'll like it... or at least it will hurt a lot."