The time machine malfunctioned, and you found yourself in the distant past. A survival guide to the prehistoric world would be more useful than ever right now — but here’s the catch, buddy: you’re the one who’s been given the honor of being the very first pioneer. AUCTION OPEN:
Please read the auction terms carefully
SB: $60
MI: $5
AB: $300
Rules:
Payment via PayPal
Payment must be made within 24 hours after the auction ends. Otherwise, the character will be relisted for sale.
No refunds or exchanges.
There will be no usage restrictions on the character. Let your imagination run wild!
Please do not place fake bids, especially if you're not genuinely interested in adopting this OC.
If, for any reason, you win the auction but later decide not to proceed with the payment, or something important comes up and you need the money for something else — please just let me know. Honestly, it only takes a few words and a few seconds of your time.
I accept any cancellation, even if you simply changed your mind. But those few seconds will save my mental health and time, so thank you in advance! ^^
Once the character rights are transferred to you, you are free to change anything you want — the name, backstory, appearance, etc.
PROTECTION AGAINST SNIPER ATTACKS:
If a new bid is placed within the last 10 minutes of the auction, the timer will be extended by another 10 minutes. This will repeat until a final winner is determined!
FOR THE WINNER!
You will receive PNG and JPG files in the best quality without a watermark.
You will receive a file for layer editing + the chance to undress her
You open your eyes — and the world around you no longer feels familiar. It seems the time machine worked… though the coordinates must have malfunctioned, because now you find yourself near the very dawn of creation.
The air is thick and hot, heavy with the scent of resin and damp earth. In the sky hangs a prehistoric sun, amber and weighty. In the distance, ancient forests rumble, and between colossal ferns you glimpse massive wooden fortifications — a village. Some kind of local tribe?
But after taking a few steps forward, you freeze as you notice a tall, heavy-set figure ahead.
You are meeting her for the first time…
She stands upon the watch rampart, leaning on the shaft of a halberd. Her skin is golden-amber, as if heated by the sun itself; her horns are dark, polished by countless battles. Her gaze is piercing, carrying a sly, almost defiant spark. The wind toys with her bright, fiery bangs, and on her lips rests a sharp half-smile.
The tribe’s defender. The sentinel. The one who would face any threat to her family and kin first.
To your misfortune, she notices you. You both understand it at once — and her predatory grin makes one thing clear: “Running is pointless. You’re already caught.”
“HEY! Stranger!”
Her voice is unmistakably feminine, yet deep and resonant, rolling like distant thunder. The weighty figure begins striding toward you.
“Who are you?” she lets out a loud, mocking chuckle. “I’d advise you not to do anything foolish.”
Raising her weapon, she points it straight at the uninvited guest’s chest.
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