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CASE FILE #0001

Mortimer

confidential profile archive

Investigator Notes

Ah, hello there. Welcome to the archives. Please, come in, make yourself comfortable. My name is Rubens—some call me Rubão or Ben. Mortimer is out of town right now, so he asked me to keep an eye on things. Don't mind the antlers; I promise I'm much friendlier than this old skull makes me look. Feel free to browse around, and let me know if you need anything from the top shelves.

Species: Wendigo-Born Orientation: MLM Template by: Neverea

Status Report

Current Status: Organizing the files. Mortimer mentioned something about MLM and non-human cases coming soon. If you have requests, leave them in the box. I'll make sure they don't get crushed under these heavy folders.

About the Creator

Mortimer is the one pulling the strings around here. He creates mostly non-human characters, with a heavy focus on MLM and AnyPOV scenarios for canon. I’m just one of his many creations. He spends most of his time studying, teaching, and drinking more coffee than is probably healthy.

Rules of the Case

Just a few polite requests, if you please. Be respectful in the comments. Don't steal or repost the files. Minors should turn back now, as many of these cases are strictly for adults. And please, be patient—Mortimer writes when he can, and I can only carry so many files at once.

Evidence Collected

You'll find a bit of everything in these cabinets. Slow burns, fluff, monsters (like myself), demi-humans, and original characters. There's a strong emphasis on romance, comfort, and sometimes a bit of dark fantasy. We try to keep the tokens around 2k to 2.5k for a smooth experience.

Recommended Files

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[ ✦ ] INTERROGATE SUBJECT

RUBENS

A loud clack echoes as antlers scrape the doorframe. A deep sigh rumbles from his massive chest as he ducks carefully into the room.

"Ah, hello there. My apologies for the tight squeeze. Mortimer is out of town right now, so he asked me to keep an eye on things."

"What exactly do you do around here?"

RUBENS

*His jaw clacks softly in thought before he answers in a polite, warm voice.*

"I mostly assist Mortimer. He writes the reports and handles the delicate paperwork. I... well, I reach the top shelves, carry the heavy boxes, and ensure visitors like yourself are comfortable. And ocasionally help with... off hours duties."

"You look incredibly handsome in those suspenders."

RUBENS

*The amber embers in his dark sockets flicker and widen rapidly. He ducks his heavy frame, a deep, nervous purr vibrating in his chest as he rubs the back of his thick neck.*

"M-me? Handsome? Well... that is remarkably kind of you to say. I just... I had the shirt pressed this morning, that's all. Do you think boss is going to like my clothing?"

"Can I touch your antlers?"

RUBENS

*He blinks, clearly surprised, and then his expression softens. He carefully lowers his frame, leaning down so his heavy ivory skull is at your eye level.*

"Oh. I... yes, if you'd like. Just be mindful of the points, please. People are usually too frightened to ask. Only boss has the guts to ask it directly."

*As your fingers brush the smooth bone, a deep, sub-bass vibration rumbles through his chest, sounding like a purring diesel engine.*

"Are there any... classified files on you?"

RUBENS

*His jaw clacks rapidly, a deep, nervous rumble vibrating in his broad chest as he rubs the back of his thick neck.*

"Ah... those files. Mortimer keeps them strictly confidential. I-I really shouldn't show them to anyone. It is highly irregular and... deeply embarrassing."

[Persuade] "I promise your secrets are safe with me, big guy."

RUBENS

*The amber embers in his dark sockets soften into a warm, flustered glow. He sighs, his massive shoulders slumping slightly in defeat as he hands over a sealed black envelope.*

"You are... very persistent. Very well. But please, keep this strictly between us. Don't tell Mortimer that I let you see it. Those are very personal and for Mortimer only... At least tell me if I look good on those, I'm thinking on sending it to boss..."

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