Character reference sheet for Monika (from Doki Doki Literature Club) I’m not in a lot of fandoms lol
Series continuing or ended?: Ended (there is a lot of lore waiting to be discovered though)

Pronouns: she/her
Sexuality: pansexual
Species: sentient video game character

Strengths: intelligent, athletic, confident
Weaknesses: depressed, manipulative

General view of life: first is very happy and positive, after she realizes she’s in a simulation, she starts to act as if her friends’ lives don’t matter, as they are just characters in a game.

Relationships:
- romantic interest: Player
- friends: Yuri, Sayori, Natsuki, Player
- family: none

Tendencies:
- Knows her friends (in the simulation she’s in) are “not real”, so she manipulates their game files, causing two of them to die and eventually deletes one of them.
- Takes out her emotions on her friends (this is part of lore)
Improvement: no improvement, staying the same


Situations:
Romantic struggles:
- refuses to accept rejection
- will do anything for the person they like
- obsessed with her goal to be with the player as she is coded to never have a “happy ending”

Two shady figures crept toward a vault entrance. One whispered to the other, “Monikaaa! We're so close! EEEEE!” The other one shushed the one named Sayori and whispered back, “Be quiet! We're not done with our mission!”

the two of them were looking for the last piece of a collection once owned by the rich King Albert. One of these treasures would make anyone rich, but the whole collection would make them richer than anyone in the world. Monika, Sayori, and a few others had worked hard to collect all of the jewelry, gems, and special coins in the collection. They had found every single one of them except for one last piece. This last piece was a pair of earrings, safely stored in a high-security vault. Many had gone in and attempted to take them. None of them got out of the vault alive. They tiptoed to the entrance, and Monika handed Sayori a piece of paper.

Sayori began to type a passcode onto a screen on the vault entrance. After a few minutes of typing and checking for errors, they finished. If they got the code wrong, security would be alerted and they would be caught. they held their breath for a moment before pressing a button. The vault door creaked and finally opened. They walked quietly, checking for traps as they walked.

After a long walk, they found themselves at the end of the corridor. There, a glass case sat, surrounded by heaps of gold and silver. Monika smashed the glass and Sayori grabbed the earrings inside. They ran out and was just about to get out of the building when a group of security guards appeared in front of them. “Stop right there!” Monika and Sayori both turned around and ran.

“Now what do we do?” Sayori said. Luckily, their team had studied everything about the building and the vault. Monika thought about what to do for a moment, and then replied, “Let's make them fall behind, and then use the zipline.” Sayori nodded. They ran towards some doors. Before going in, Monika took a smokebomb from her belt and threw it at the guards. They fell to the ground, coughing. They ran through and barricaded the doors. Then, they ran up the stairs.

They ran and ran until they finally reached their destination: the roof of the building. There, an old zipline made by a previous robber waited for them. Monika gasped. “Oh no…” Sayori walked over to Monika. “What's wrong?”

“This zipline can't hold the two of us. The rope will snap.” Sayori gasped. “No! But we only have a little bit of time before those guards come!” Monika didn't seem to be troubled by this. She snatched the earrings from Sayori's hand and put them in her pocket. Monika said, “I'm sorry, Sayori. But this is for the greater good. It was nice knowing you.” Monika pushed Sayori off the building and then went on the zipline.

A few moments later, the guards burst out the door to the roof. They shouted orders to each other to find the two robbers. But no one was found.

The next day, the people of the city heard that two robbers had escaped with the earrings. One had died, but the other had escaped.

Monika watched as the news reporter talked about how they would catch this robber.

She smiled. It was already too late for them.

The End

Hermione is a very intelligent and clever girl. She is levelheaded in any situation and always seeks out the most logical solution to anything. She can be very stubborn and opinionated towards new ideas. She prefers using books as her main source of information, and she dislikes using things like legends and folktales as a source of information since they aren't supported by facts. Her intelligence is an admirable trait, but it can cause her to be impatient towards others when they aren't as fast as her. She is also very loyal, and would never give up on any goal until she achieves it.

Harry's most admirable and defining trait is his bravery. He is always brave in any situation, which makes many people admire him. He's also very kind, and would always go out of his way to help anyone in need. He is usually very calm, but he sometimes loses his cool, taking out his anger on other people. He can also be untrusting towards other people who may have done something bad to him in the past, like Severus Snape.

Harry's perspective

I watched as one by one, the family went through the wall. No matter how many times I watched someone go through, I couldn't help holding my breath and praying that they would be safe. Then, I walked to the mother and asked her how to get to platform 9 3/4. She smiled kindly and told me that I should just run into the wall.

I glanced at her skeptically, then took a deep breath. Okay, here I go… I ran and waited for the wall to slam into my face. One moment passed. Another moment. I opened my eyes. I didn't see a wall. Instead, I saw a platform with a red train. Platform 9 3/4. So it did exist.

After some talking with the same boys I had seen go through the wall earlier, I became friends with the youngest, named Ron. He was the same age as me, and had flashy red hair. When we boarded the train, a trolley came to us and a lady asked if we wanted to buy some candy. I bought a lot of the strange candy and shared some with Ron. I was glad to see his overjoyed face when he saw all of the candy I had bought.

A few minutes later, a boy came to our compartment and asked if we had seen a toad. We said no, and then the two of us decided to try some magic. Just as Ron raised his wand, a bushy-haired girl opened our compartment door. She had large front teeth, brown hair, and a Hogwarts robe.

“Hey, have you seen a toad? Neville's lost one.” Ron said no, but the girl wasn't listening. She was staring at Ron's wand. “Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see it, then.” She sat down on one of the seats and watched.

As Ron failed his attempt at turning his rat yellow, I was deep in thought. Bushy brown hair… large front teeth… where have I seen that? I took out the picture of my childhood friend. Wait… They look so alike! Could it be..?

The girl leaned over the table and looked at the photo. “What's that?” She then gasped. “WHERE DID YOU GET THAT PHOTO?” I said, “This is a photo of my childhood friend. She looks like you, but I don't think it's you. Probably a doppelganger… I don't even remember her name, haha.”

“Wait, let me show you something.” She pulls out a photo. Of me. “Did we… know each other? Were you my friend?”

I stare at the girl's photo. I take a few moments to process the information.

Then, I suddenly remember something. A word. A name. Her name.

“Hermione?”

Hermione's Perspective

I walk onto the Hogwarts Express and find an empty compartment to sit in. I get my book and read it. I'm studying about Hogwarts. It's not that I need to study any more. I just enjoy reading, and there might be something I missed when I read the book last time. I finish re-reading the chapter about the sorting when a loud noise disturbs me. I look over at the compartment across from mine.

A boy with red cheeks is trying to get a toad in a blond-haired boy's hand. The red-cheeked boy jumped around, trying to retrieve the toad. “Give him back! GIVE HIM BACK!” The blond-haired boy seemed unmoved, and laughed. “Ahaha! he's jumping like his toad!” I couldn't stand seeing this jerk laugh at this person. I stood up, opened my compartment door, and charged at him.

The boy saw me, and managed to dodge just in time. I hit my head on a wall, but still glared at him. This time, he seemed scared. He tightened his grip on the toad. “Fine, I'll give it back, if you want it that much.” He then threw the frog across the aisle and ran the opposite direction. I yelled, “Hey! You coward!”

The red-cheeked boy timidly tapped my shoulder and said, “It's pointless to chase after him. Let's go find my toad.” I nodded and we started to search. He ran through the aisle, taking quick glances at the compartments, while I went from compartment to compartment, asking if they had seen a toad.

After a few minutes of searching, I opened a door of a compartment where two boys were doing something. I asked, “Hey, have you seen a toad? Neville’s lost one.” One of the boys, the one with red hair, said no. I wasn’t listening, though. My eyes were set on the wand in his hand. I blurted, “Oh, are you doing magic? Let’s see it, then.” I sat down on the seat next to him and watched.

He took a deep breath before pointing his wand at a rat and saying, “Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, turn this stupid, fat rat yellow.” Nothing happened. I was extremely disappointed at his “magic”. Then, I noticed that the other boy, who had black hair, was staring at something in his hand.

I leaned over the table. “What’s that?” Then, I gasped. It was a photo of a little girl. The little girl had brown bushy hair, and big front teeth. She look just like me. I shouted, “WHERE DID YOU GET THAT PHOTO?” He calmly smiled at me and said, “This is a photo of my childhood friend. She looks like you, but I don't think it's you. Probably a doppelganger… I don't even remember her name, haha.”

I thought about the photo and who it could be. Then, I had an idea. “Wait, let me show you something.” I stuck my hand in my pocket and looked for my photo. I finally found it, and showed it to him. I looked at the photo, and then looked at him. They looked like the same person. It can’t be. He moved far away, and he’s not related to a wizard or witch. I said, “Did we… know each other? Were you my friend?”

He stares at the photo, shocked. The compartment is silent for a few moments. Then, he says something.

“Hermione?”

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Name: Ava (Season 1)
Series continuing or ended: It is assumed that it's still being continued but was delayed due to the pandemic

Pronouns: She/her
Sexuality: Straight
Species: Daemon (currently), Human (formally)

Strengths: She is usually very intelligent, she's independent, and knows how to fight back
Weaknesses: She is often lazy, has temper problems, has a hard time making friends

General view of life: Ava thinks the world misunderstands her and often shuns anyone trying to help

Tendencies: Ava often snaps at people who were being kind of nosey. She doesn't want anyone's help. She also tends to faint during stressful of embarrassing moments.

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Ref sheet for Whitestorm from Warriors; The Prophecies Begin, books 1-6

Series continuing or ended?: First arc, ended. Franchise, continuing.

Pronouns: he/him
Sexuality: Straight
Species: Cat

General view of life: purposeful

Relationships:
Mate - Willowpelt & Brindleface
Friends - Firestar (leader), Graystripe, Sandstorm (apprentice), Brightheart (apprentice), WIllowpelt (mate), Brindleface (mate), Bluestar (leader), Patchpelt (mentor), +more
Family: Snowfur (mother), Thistleclaw (father), Ferncloud (kit), Sorreltail (kit), Ashfur (kit), Elderkit (kit), Tulipkit (kit), Sootfur (kit), Rainwhisker (kit)

Tendencies:
- To think more deeply than most, making him question other's choices.
- To put Clan loyalty before his own health and safety
- Overworking for the good of the Clan

Strengths:
- Bravery
- Strength
- Loyalty
- Agile
- Wise

Situations (note: I had to modify the scenarios slightly, as they need to fit for cats)
Character has to tend to multiple cats, but doesn't have enough supplies for everyone.
- Remains calm
- Assess situation carefully
- Gives the more serious injuries more attention
- Gives weaker cats more attention

All members of the clan must cross the frozen river, which will only be able to hold a few cats before the ice breaks
- Stays calm
- Sends the smaller, weaker cats first
- Sends strong warriors next
- Sends strong swimmers after them
- Leaves himself for last

While engaged in battle, this character notices that another cat of its Clan is struggling
- Yowls for someone to help the other cat
- Finishes the battle he was in
- Goes to help the other cat if still needed

The black-spotted tom was fairly weak, it was becoming an easy battle. If he wanted to, he could've ended his opponent right then, but let him escape, knowing that his rage of the attack was not worth breaking the Warrior Code. As it stated, no Clan cat fights to kill unless their opponent is breaking the Warrior Code or if it is necessary for self-defense. Right now, neither of these exceptions were happening. He quickly rushed over to Sandstorm, who was tangling with a large, muscular dark brown tabby tom. He lunged onto its back and pried him off of Sandstorm. The tom bounded off into the bushes, as the tom Whitestorm had been battling with had.
“Thanks, Whitestorm,” Sandstorm flicked her tail before running off to help Firestar.
Whitestorm was about to help Cloudtail when he saw a black kit being carried into the ravine by a grey she-cat with white paws and muzzle. It was wailing desperately, crying for its mother. This was no ThunderClan kit, but it was still a kit. The Warrior Code states that no warrior can neglect a kit in pain or danger, no matter its loyalties. Whitestorm was about to chase after it when he remembered his Clan was still engaged in battle, one that he might be needed in. Plus, when he left, nobody would know where he was, which is the last thing a leader would want to worry about right after a mysterious battle against unknown rouges. He was torn between two decisions. The cat carrying off the kit had stopped to try and console the wailing kit. To avoid being spotted, or out of motherly love? He could not tell from such a distance. Whitestorm then glanced at the red-stained battlefield. All but three cats on the field were engaged in battle. Cinderpelt, a rouge, and Sandstorm. Each of them seemed to be extremely busy hopping from cat to cat. The rogues were retreating quickly, and ThunderClan seemed to be winning, so Whitestorm figured he should attempt to rescue the kit. He dashed out of camp and through the forest, searching for the she-cat kit-napper. Suddenly, he picked up the scent of RiverClan. He whirled around to see the grey she-cat holding the kit.
“Willowpelt?” Whitestorm whispered. “Is that you?”
“Yes, Whitestorm. I have come to visit you from StarClan. I know a battle was coming, and came to warn you, but I saw this RiverClan kit.” Willowpelt explained. “It was in the entrance of the camp. I figured I had to get it out of the danger of battle.”
“I miss you, Willowpelt.” Whitestorm meowed. “Everyone does.”
“I miss you too,” Willowpelt mewed. “But you need to get back to camp and help your Clan.”
“Yes, of course.” Whitestorm replied. “Go return the kit, I shall see you soon, it's only a matter of time.”
“Indeed, but you should enjoy your time while you may,” Willowpelt pressed her flank against his. “Watch out for our kits. I have a feeling the rouges will be back.”
“I will.” Whitestorm promised. “Goodbye, Willowpelt.”
Whitestorm went back to camp to find the fight had resolved. Everyone had been looking for him. He lied and told them that he had gone to follow a rouge back to its camp. He was the only one to ever now about Willowpelt's visit, or the impending danger that may come upon the forest. Little did he know, that it was coming soon. . . .

Hermione:
Hermione is an extremely intelligent and trustworthy, which is quite unlike her friends. As her friends are opposite-minded, she feels the need to watch over them and keep them out of trouble. When she sets her mind on something, she learns everything possible about the task at hand in order to complete it. When someone she cares for is hurt, she uses her knowledge to her power in order to help them recover. Her preparedness also helps here. She hates injustice, and is not afraid to speak out against it. She quickly warms up to those who support the same causes as herself. In summary, Hermione Granger is a loyal, smart, persevering, loving leader, who is prepared to do anything that is right.

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Ronald:
Ronald, often called Ron, is not the most open-minded, nor the most full-minded, person in the world. Sometimes, he can be very unaware of the dangers or answers that are very close to him, so he constantly relies on Hermione's brain. He never tries hard on schoolwork, so he often fails. Hermione often tries to get him to study, but he ignores her. Ron pushes aside many of his feelings in order to get done what needs to be done, this leads him to the inability to understand others' feelings. In summary, Ronald Weasley is an oblivious, unsympathetic, small-minded, a dependent, young man.

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Hermione:
I remember that night very vividly, as it marked the beginning of our adventures together. “Our”, being Harry, Ron, and myself. We had suspected that Professor Severus Snape was planning to steal the Sorcerer's Stone, although looking back, he was actually attempting the opposite. He had been suspicious of Professor Quirrel since he had joined the Hogwarts staff, and was attempting to stop his plans. The soul of The Dark Lord was taking refuge in the body of this professor, who was attempting to kill Harry. We did not know this at the time, the time we stormed into the secret room on the third floor. After putting Fluffy to sleep, we made our way through the devil's snare, not the most gracefully I might add, next into the room of keys, then into the chess chamber. Ronald, a practical expert on wizard's chess, volunteered to ride the chess pieces and instruct us through the board. It had been an extremely tight game, a bit harsh by my standards. of course, I was brought up by muggles, and was used to muggle chess, which is far less murderous. There were a few pieces left on the board, and the game was coming to a cruel end. The only way for us to continue to stop who we thought was Snape, was for Ronald to sacrifice himself. Over the course of the year, my affection towards him had done nothing but grown, and I could never have imagined ending our small relationship so fast. I begged him to back down, saying we didn't need this, it wasn't worth it.
His response was, “Harry, it's you who needs to go on. Not me, not Hermione, you!”
I desperately wanted to argue against this, but it was true. Harry was destined to save us from whatever lied beyond those doors. I fought back tears as Ron's chess piece slowly advanced forward. As the knight piece moved forward, holding its axe high above Ronald's head, I clung to Harry's arm and buried my head into his shoulder and screamed. The sound of the axe slicing through the air and the sound of crumbling stone was enough to scare some people to death. I was almost too afraid to look up and see the damage the knight had done to my friend. As I slowly peeled myself off of Harry, I saw that the door was open, and blue flames just beyond it. I looked over to see Ron lying on the floor, half-buried in rubble. I ran over to see it chest rising and falling. As I dragged him off to the side of the board, I told Harry to go on and save us all. I would stay with Ron until he recovered enough to move on. We never did join him, as Ron didn't awake until much later, and to this day, I still do not know exactly what went on in that room, but I know I made the right choice by staying with Ron.
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Ronald:
True, I recall that night, but not too fondly. I don't remember much, not anything after my sacrifice, but I'll tell what I can. We had made it through a three-headed dog's home, a giant, killer, tangly plant that I totally didn't almost die in, and room filled with demonic flying keys. We had found our way into as room with a giant chess board and living chess pieces. If I didn't know better, blimey, I would've thought this was a dream. I loved wizards' chess, I was practically an expert, but this wasn't normal. Just beyond the board, there was a big pair of golden doors calling Harry's name. I knew he was destined to walk through those, without me most likely, but walk through it all the same. I knew what I had to do, all jealousy aside, and I took my place as commander. I rode like a soldier, bravely and purposeful, and while I enjoyed most of it, I knew how it was to end. These were living chess pieces, and I could only survive so long against things that were built to win this game. I moved Harry and Hermione to the end of the board safely, and they were able to get out of the game, but I was still in. I was the one who's fate could determine the destiny of the world. I always had a flare for the dramatic sense of life, I know. Any way, it was up to me, I was spaces away from a bloodthirsty knight, who wielded a powerful axe. I knew what I was to do, and I was to make a worthy sacrifice. I took as deep breath and gave Harry a look that said everything. Harry shook his head harshly.
“I've got to do this, you know it, Harry.” I whispered.
“Do what?” Hermione cried out. “Harry, what's he going to do?”
“Sacrifice himself, Hermione, he's going to sacrifice himself so that we can go on!”
“No, Ron!” Hermione turned to me. “It's not worth it! It's just a game, we'll be fine. Ron come on! Get off!”
"No, it you who has to go on, Harry. Not me, not Hermione, you!“ I argued. ”Besides, you can't stop me."
I muttered the words that would carry my piece to the knight in front of me, the one who was destined to end the game. As slowly as it was terrifying, he held the axe above his head and advanced towards me. I was only a tiny bit scared, but I didn't show it. I had to be brave as the axe came crashing down on the front of my piece, knocking me backwards. I fell unconscious then, so I don't remember what happened after that. I've been told that Harry defeated Professor Quirell, who had Voldemort on the back of his head, and Hermione stayed back to help me. That's all I can tell you for sure. Until next time, mate!
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“No, no, no, no!” Tori cried. “No! I've worked so hard! I've completed two parts of the weekly!” The weekly was to end in an hour, and Tori was to go to bed in thirty minutes. There was no chance of her finishing in time.
“All of that work down the drain!” She wailed. “I wouldn't stand a chance, even if I understood part 3. What good am I to my cabin f I can't do this?”
All of a sudden, a glowing rainbow fish with feet appeared out of nowhere, leaving a golden vibe behind. “Nonsense,” he whispered in an oddly comforting distorted voice. The vision of the fish was rippling, and cheesy rom-com music was playing.
“What is happening?” Tori demanded. “Who are you?”
“Don't you remember me from last session?” The fish whined, slumping down slightly. “I'm Stan the overcooked salmon!”
“Stan?” Tori whispered. “Is that really you?”
The fish nodded and asked Tori if she needed some fish wisdom, from the most knowledgeable fish of all. He told her that the weekly did not need to be completed to make her feel completed. Her cabin mates would love her just the same, because in the end, the words that she wrote toward the weekly would count for points. Plus, she'd been fighting all day in cabin wars, while juggling her personal life. She was doing the best she could.
“Th-thank you, Stan,” Tori breathed out, flabbergasted by the infinite wisdom the fish possessed. “So you're saying that this is enough?”
“That is what I'm saying.” Stan agreed. “Everyone is enough for their cabin. Life is prioritized over SWC. You are okay.”
“You're the best, Stan!” Millions of people who randomly appeared chanted. Stan smiled, winked at Tori, then poofed into the oblivion.
“Ah, I love Stan.”

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Fan-fi Cabin Daily, July 3rd: One of the highlights of the Fan-fi Republic is the Simulation technology. Write 200 words about what would happen if you could create and step inside a virtual reality based on a story that you or someone else wrote!

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