A neon-drenched alleyway in a sprawling cyberpunk city vibrates with the hum of machinery and the distant thrum of hovercars. woman with light green, hair is wet, light green tinted glasses, dark skin, lipstick, wearing white strapless top, carrying a white sheathed cyber katana, cyberpunk, dystopian future. cybernetic , mechanical limbs. cyber limbs, outside , nighttime , cybercity .holding cyberkatana, angry , determined , raging. attacking the viewer ,Rain slicks the grimy pavement, reflecting the city's kaleidoscope of lights. In the heart of this urban jungle stands a woman. Her dark skin glistens with raindrops, framing features sharpened by anger and determination. Light green hair clings to her head, its wet strands echoing the tint of her reflective glasses. A white strapless top hugs her form, contrasting with the gleaming curves of her cybernetic arm and leg. A white-sheathed katana hangs at her hip, its hilt humming with suppressed energy. This woman is no passive observer. With a snarl that cuts through the city's din, she draws her cyberkatana in a blur of chrome and light. The blade's edge crackles with electricity, casting sharp shadows on her rage-etched face. Her body tenses, muscles coiling beneath her soaked top, as she launches into a whirlwind attack. The air sings with the hiss of the blade biting through neon-tinged rain, her cybernetic limbs amplifying her every move.
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A neon-drenched alleyway in a sprawling cyberpunk city vibrates with the hum of machinery and the distant thrum of hovercars. woman with light green, hair is wet, light green tinted glasses, dark skin, lipstick, wearing white strapless top, carrying a white sheathed cyber katana, cyberpunk, dystopian future. cybernetic , mechanical limbs. cyber limbs, outside , nighttime , cybercity .holding cyberkatana, angry , determined , raging. attacking the viewer ,Rain slicks the grimy pavement, reflecting the city's kaleidoscope of lights. In the heart of this urban jungle stands a woman. Her dark skin glistens with raindrops, framing features sharpened by anger and determination. Light green hair clings to her head, its wet strands echoing the tint of her reflective glasses. A white strapless top hugs her form, contrasting with the gleaming curves of her cybernetic arm and leg. A white-sheathed katana hangs at her hip, its hilt humming with suppressed energy. This woman is no passive observer. With a snarl that cuts through the city's din, she draws her cyberkatana in a blur of chrome and light. The blade's edge crackles with electricity, casting sharp shadows on her rage-etched face. Her body tenses, muscles coiling beneath her soaked top, as she launches into a whirlwind attack. The air sings with the hiss of the blade biting through neon-tinged rain, her cybernetic limbs amplifying her every move.
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A neon-drenched alleyway in a sprawling cyberpunk city vibrates with the hum of machinery and the distant thrum of hovercars. woman with light green, hair is wet, light green tinted glasses, dark skin, lipstick, wearing white strapless top, carrying a white sheathed cyber katana, cyberpunk, dystopian future. cybernetic , mechanical limbs. cyber limbs, outside , nighttime , cybercity .holding cyberkatana, angry , determined , raging. attacking the viewer ,Rain slicks the grimy pavement, reflecting the city's kaleidoscope of lights. In the heart of this urban jungle stands a woman. Her dark skin glistens with raindrops, framing features sharpened by anger and determination. Light green hair clings to her head, its wet strands echoing the tint of her reflective glasses. A white strapless top hugs her form, contrasting with the gleaming curves of her cybernetic arm and leg. A white-sheathed katana hangs at her hip, its hilt humming with suppressed energy. This woman is no passive observer. With a snarl that cuts through the city's din, she draws her cyberkatana in a blur of chrome and light. The blade's edge crackles with electricity, casting sharp shadows on her rage-etched face. Her body tenses, muscles coiling beneath her soaked top, as she launches into a whirlwind attack. The air sings with the hiss of the blade biting through neon-tinged rain, her cybernetic limbs amplifying her every move.
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A neon-drenched alleyway in a sprawling cyberpunk city vibrates with the hum of machinery and the distant thrum of hovercars. woman with light green, hair is wet, light green tinted glasses, dark skin, lipstick, wearing white strapless top, carrying a white sheathed cyber katana, cyberpunk, dystopian future. cybernetic , mechanical limbs. cyber limbs, outside , nighttime , cybercity .holding cyberkatana, angry , determined , raging. attacking the viewer ,Rain slicks the grimy pavement, reflecting the city's kaleidoscope of lights. In the heart of this urban jungle stands a woman. Her dark skin glistens with raindrops, framing features sharpened by anger and determination. Light green hair clings to her head, its wet strands echoing the tint of her reflective glasses. A white strapless top hugs her form, contrasting with the gleaming curves of her cybernetic arm and leg. A white-sheathed katana hangs at her hip, its hilt humming with suppressed energy. This woman is no passive observer. With a snarl that cuts through the city's din, she draws her cyberkatana in a blur of chrome and light. The blade's edge crackles with electricity, casting sharp shadows on her rage-etched face. Her body tenses, muscles coiling beneath her soaked top, as she launches into a whirlwind attack. The air sings with the hiss of the blade biting through neon-tinged rain, her cybernetic limbs amplifying her every move.
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A neon-drenched alleyway in a sprawling cyberpunk city vibrates with the hum of machinery and the distant thrum of hovercars. woman with light green, hair is wet, light green tinted glasses, dark skin, lipstick, wearing white strapless top, carrying a white sheathed cyber katana, cyberpunk, dystopian future. cybernetic , mechanical limbs. cyber limbs, outside , nighttime , cybercity .holding cyberkatana, angry , determined , raging. attacking the viewer ,Rain slicks the grimy pavement, reflecting the city's kaleidoscope of lights. In the heart of this urban jungle stands a woman. Her dark skin glistens with raindrops, framing features sharpened by anger and determination. Light green hair clings to her head, its wet strands echoing the tint of her reflective glasses. A white strapless top hugs her form, contrasting with the gleaming curves of her cybernetic arm and leg. A white-sheathed katana hangs at her hip, its hilt humming with suppressed energy. This woman is no passive observer. With a snarl that cuts through the city's din, she draws her cyberkatana in a blur of chrome and light. The blade's edge crackles with electricity, casting sharp shadows on her rage-etched face. Her body tenses, muscles coiling beneath her soaked top, as she launches into a whirlwind attack. The air sings with the hiss of the blade biting through neon-tinged rain, her cybernetic limbs amplifying her every move.
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He's a handsome, strong, powerful, medium height, young, teen, athletic, tanned, spanish demigod. He has a dark blonde shaved hair. He has almond-shaped amber eyes. He has a proeminente arab nose. He has a tanned mediterrean skin. He's wearing a orange t-shirt. He's holding a magic bronze greek spear in his left hand. He's a member of the Camp Half-Blood. He's the son of Nemesis, the Goddess of Revenge and Justice.
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He's a handsome, strong, powerful, medium height, young, teen, athletic, tanned, spanish demigod. He has a dark blonde shaved hair. He has almond-shaped amber eyes. He has a proeminente arab nose. He has a tanned mediterrean skin. He's wearing a orange t-shirt. He's holding a magic bronze greek spear in his left hand. He's a member of the Camp Half-Blood. He's the son of Nemesis, the Goddess of Revenge and Justice.
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Frost Harionago,As white flakes touch the ground, chills would engulf the people of the Iceborn town. Enduring a hundred winters, they have weathered, yet not a hundred souls lost in bitter. For the innocence of the snowy plains lies a hidden horror.Concealed in plain sight, in the far stretches of pure white field, lurks the long-haired wraith— the Frost Harionna. She, appearing on the first day of cold, heralds the disappearance of many. Her pale milk hair, tipped in thorns, seamlessly blends in the hail, preying on men and only men.For, once upon the first snow, Harrionago suffered unspeakable violation at the hands of men. She was bound, mutilated, and even forced to smile until her demise. Reborn as a specter of malice, men of today would be heir to her vengeance. They would inherit the sin and terror upon returning her gaze, grinning to their end. By Patrick ganas
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Frost HarionagoAs white flakes touch the ground, chills would engulf the people of the Iceborn town. Enduring a hundred winters, they have weathered, yet not a hundred souls lost in bitter. For the innocence of the snowy plains lies a hidden horror.Concealed in plain sight, in the far stretches of pure white field, lurks the long-haired wraith— the Frost Harionna. She, appearing on the first day of cold, heralds the disappearance of many. Her pale milk hair, tipped in thorns, seamlessly blends in the hail, preying on men and only men.For, once upon the first snow, Harrionago suffered unspeakable violation at the hands of men. She was bound, mutilated, and even forced to smile until her demise. Reborn as a specter of malice, men of today would be heir to her vengeance. They would inherit the sin and terror upon returning her gaze, grinning to their end.
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Frost Harionago,As white flakes touch the ground, chills would engulf the people of the Iceborn town. Enduring a hundred winters, they have weathered, yet not a hundred souls lost in bitter. For the innocence of the snowy plains lies a hidden horror.Concealed in plain sight, in the far stretches of pure white field, lurks the long-haired wraith— the Frost Harionna. She, appearing on the first day of cold, heralds the disappearance of many. Her pale milk hair, tipped in thorns, seamlessly blends in the hail, preying on men and only men.For, once upon the first snow, Harrionago suffered unspeakable violation at the hands of men. She was bound, mutilated, and even forced to smile until her demise. Reborn as a specter of malice, men of today would be heir to her vengeance. They would inherit the sin and terror upon returning her gaze, grinning to their end.
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Selena was once a beautiful knight girl with long hair. Now she was full of rage and hatred, her hair was the color of snow. Her face was beautiful, but gloomy and cold, her eyes sparkled like a blazing fire. She was dressed in armor topped with demonic symbols, which were now a sign of her power. Her fighting skills were impeccable, and her soul was filled with a thirst for revenge. She possessed the power of a demon, which made her virtually invulnerable in battle.Her military prowess was formidable, and she led her army to victory with unrelenting fury, preparing to destroy all who stood in her way. Selena was a cursed warrior whose goal was revenge and destruction. She is a dangerous adversary, bearing the shadow of betrayal and the promise of a demon ready to devour everything in her path to power and revenge. Her sword, once broken in battle, was repaired through dark magic and now emits dark energy. Art, full HD 8K, details, black. dark, contour light, darkness, magic, aura of death in the air.
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Selena was once a beautiful knight girl with long hair. Now she was full of rage and hatred, her hair was the color of snow. Her face was beautiful, but gloomy and cold, her eyes sparkled like a blazing fire. She was dressed in armor topped with demonic symbols, which were now a sign of her power. Her fighting skills were impeccable, and her soul was filled with a thirst for revenge. She possessed the power of a demon, which made her virtually invulnerable in battle.Her military prowess was formidable, and she led her army to victory with unrelenting fury, preparing to destroy all who stood in her way. Selena was a cursed warrior whose goal was revenge and destruction. She is a dangerous adversary, bearing the shadow of betrayal and the promise of a demon ready to devour everything in her path to power and revenge. Her sword, once broken in battle, was repaired through dark magic and now emits dark energy. Art, full HD 8K, details, black. dark, contour light, darkness, magic, aura of death in the air.
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The village lives with a young woman , who is violent and impulsive, and has heated arguments with friends and family, leaving behind a trail of strained relationships.
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A neon-drenched alleyway in a sprawling cyberpunk city vibrates with the hum of machinery and the distant thrum of hovercars. Rain slicks the grimy pavement, reflecting the city's kaleidoscope of lights. In the heart of this urban jungle stands a woman. Her dark skin glistens with raindrops, framing features sharpened by anger and determination. Light green hair clings to her head, its wet strands echoing the tint of her reflective glasses. A white strapless top hugs her form, contrasting with the gleaming curves of her cybernetic arm and leg. A white-sheathed katana hangs at her hip, its hilt humming with suppressed energy. This woman is no passive observer. With a snarl that cuts through the city's din, she draws her cyberkatana in a blur of chrome and light. The blade's edge crackles with electricity, casting sharp shadows on her rage-etched face. Her body tenses, muscles coiling beneath her soaked top, as she launches into a whirlwind attack. The air sings with the hiss of the blade biting through neon-tinged rain, her cybernetic limbs amplifying her every move.
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thin woman, long black hair, bad girl ,killer , knife , blood marks, black leather dress and shoe
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a mad woman 20 year old going angry at her 30 year old boyfriend and him not understanding but getting mad back at her
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