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Winter has always been an exceedingly meticulous person, he had learned that he has to learn a thing or two about the people he needs to be in touch with, and that is precisely why he wouldn't attempt to address people he knows nothing about; moreover, Winter has always been a reserved and distrustful of others who don't have a connection to darkness, in his mind the thought of this man as Crystal Lover!

"What's up , Chilly Willy!" Makes a finger-guns gesture

Secondhand Ironman.

"Overrated gecko"

Lyreh's lips pulled into a thin line and she crossed her arms, unsure of what to make out about the person in front of her. What were they wearing? Was that armor? She was used to some men wearing armor, she supposed, but most were clad in top hats and long trench coats. Maybe the occasional walking stick. Her eyes flickered across every detail before she started coming up with a nickname, but of course, it wasn't like she thought she'd be stuck in this situation. When she agreed to this game, she thought that she'd be nicknaming "normal" people, not men in weird armor!

"Well, uhm, a nickname that would suit such a gentleman as yourself would be..." she faltered. Oh dear, she couldn't think of one! All that came to mind were generic obvious names, some of them insults, and she wasn't rude enough to insult a stranger to their face. "Ah yes... uh--well, sir, I'm going to give you the nickname..."

She wrung her fingers together. Come on, come on, she had to come up with something! Anything was better than nothing!

"..uhm, I shall nickname you Tin Man!"

Oh, how foolish! Anyone could have thought of a nickname like that. Miss Lyreh was sure that an infant who babbled nonsense could have come up with an idea like that. Her head fell into the palm of her hands and she groaned, ignoring the creeping heat that enveloped her cheeks. Maybe it would be best to pretend she never came to this game even in the first place. Yeah, let her do her best to forget this ever happened.

*As meticulous as ever Winter looked around, there were different kinds of people around, he normally would run away from a crowd, however, he needed to carry out his mission for his dark king and queen and had to find a kind of link that would make him able to contact with a secretive guild in the city whose power had taken control over the segments and factions that would be active underground far from the naked eyes. He could see that people of the light and life were squirming around, possessed by the desire of common wishes that have been driving forward to bear the burdens of life.
--- His keen eyes and mind were searching for clues, and then he could spot a rather special female standing not far from him, monitoring and absorbing the details of the he would mumble to himself,* "This one is a complicated character, longing for romance and true love so I would call her "Seeker of love"

Frosty the snowman!

Kilian scrunched his nose, having smelled Jonah before seeing him at all. " 'Car Grease'. That body shop scent will announce your presence from miles away."

She has been awakened in a new age, era, epoch, or whatever it could be named and is... This new world seemed to have made her thoroughly alienated. Regraeal had an ever-present sadness and despair on her beautiful face, mostly noticeable on the remaining half-intact left side of her face. Her black crown on her head was shining, nad her necromantic-energy filled eyes were darting all around her... she was seeking her husband Kandar, and the moment he saw a young man of the new age she thought more of her undead husband for he too was super attractive, walking over to him, she addressed him, "Cute Boy" "What year is this?"

"You remind me of that Norse goddess Hel. My local library depicts her as a woman whose one side of her body is achingly beautiful and the other side is withering and ghoulish. It's based solely on appearance, though I can imagine a connection between you and Hel's themes in the mythology, those of death and life after it. But take the latter with a grain of salt. I'll have to do more research first. A lot more research..."

Michelle raised an eyebrow at the young person and refrained from saying anything at first. She was never quick to speak, especially when it was unwise to not think first.

“…My mother always told me that people who cherish history and myth are those who will go long ways in life,” she hummed. She turned her gaze to the side and tapped her heel up and down. “I believe you to be a very smart child and I believed you are destined for even greater things as you age. I have never been the best at nicknames…”

She was quiet for a moment as she put her thoughts together. She dragged her eyes back to them and a small, almost discernible smile, cracked at her red lips. “Gladiolus. It’s the name of a flower which resembled greatness and strength. It suits you well.”

It gets colder and colder to an extent that the coldness of death itself would seem like a warming quality in comparison, as darkness began crawling from all sorts of directions towards the center of the place a spinning pillar of darkness rose upwards as if a black hole was forming within the very heart of this spinning-pillar of darkness sucking darkness into its heart... as darkness go heavier and heavier crimson orb appeared at the top of the pillar of darkness which split into half thus there were two glowing spearhead at the top as if they were the very source of boling blood spas! Soon a deadlyface took form within the pillar of darkness, it was a lifeless face, pale and pasty, without color, one would imagine it was the face of death itself, all of the abyssal darknes go dense and dense and his body took form fromwith, the might and magic of the vampires Overlord was so otherworldly the very fabrics of the time and space tore when he lavitated towards the woman, soon his voice cut through the air like cold and sharo ice daggers addressing her as, "The favorite lady of darkness!"

zontik would stare at Dehshat, fiddling with the scarf that rested around his neck, he would run his hands through his teal-blue hair before anxiously stating "I--i think...Hat's a good nickname?" he would move his scarf over his face and close his eyes anxiously