among us, roles [RP]

Pink used to be an ordinary, round, and slightly inattentive spaceman. But one day, suffering from severe thirst during a long shift, he ran into the MedBay and accidentally mistook an ordinary soda for a secret, experimental glow-in-the-dark chemical. Pink downed it in one gulp, not even noticing the "DANGER" warning sign. When the Traitor finally caught him in a dark corridor, something incredible happened: because of the chemical, his soul didn't fly off to the invisible spirit world, but was firmly absorbed into the fabric of his spacesuit. Now Pink is a translucent, flying ghost of a soft pink color with small angel wings on his back, glowing so brightly that absolutely every survivor and Traitor can see him! Clumsy, but loyal: He remains as kind and simple as he was in life. He's completely inept at being a stealthy ghost: flying through the vents or corridors of the Skeld, he leaves behind a thick trail of pink neon sparks and hums comically, like a faulty fluorescent light. A nightmare for the forces of evil: His glow drives the Traitors mad. The Viper and the White Phantom can no longer perform silent kills around corners. As soon as they swing their knife, a glowing Pink One flies out of the darkness with a cheerful hum, hovers above the victim, and casts a powerful Pink energy shield, which causes the Traitors' weapons to clash with a loud clang.

In his normal state, his spacesuit is a deep, mysterious purple. But the real fun begins when he uses his ability. A thick, bubbling, bright purple cloud of space goo appears around him. Within this cloud, his body begins to contort unnaturally, and a second later, an exact replica of any other player emerges from the fog—for example, an orange Engineer or a white Scientist. The only thing that can give him away are tiny droplets of purple goo that occasionally drip from his spacesuit into the vents. 🎭 Personality: A brilliant actor and a cunning instigator. Acting: The Purple Werewolf is a natural manipulator. Simply eliminating a target is not enough for him. He enjoys assuming the guise of an innocent player, committing a crime right in front of the Detective, and then smilingly watching at a meeting as the team ejects the innocent Crew Member into space. Brazen Deception: He is incredibly confident. He can approach the Judge disguised as the Judge himself, wink, and run off into the darkness. Such impudence baffles even the cool-headed Detective. Crew Paranoia: His main goal is to ensure that no one on the Skeld will ever again believe their own eyes. As we know, Panic Man loves the color purple and considers Violet his "best brother." He constantly follows the Werewolf around, preventing him from sabotaging anything. But the real fun begins when the Werewolf transforms into... Panic Man himself! Picture this: the Werewolf takes on Panic Man's appearance and runs down the hallway. The real Panic Man runs out to meet him. He stops, wipes his purple glasses, and joyfully exclaims, "Wow! What a cool mirror they hung in the hallway! And your glasses are exactly like mine!" "You're super-cute!" The Werewolf, shocked, tries to run away to do the dirty deed, but Panic Man runs after him, shouting, "Hey, mirror, wait, let's hug!" As a result, because of this stupidity, the Werewolf simply can't kill anyone unnoticed—Panic Man is watching for his "double" everywhere.

His spacesuit is a blinding white, without a single spot or scratch. In our noir universe, this white doesn't look clean and sterile like the Scientist's, but frighteningly pale, like a shroud or cosmic ice. The glass of his helmet is completely opaque and mirrored—it reflects only the terrified face of his victim before he strikes. When the Phantom uses his ability, his white silhouette begins to vibrate slightly, translucent waves spreading through the air, and he silently disappears, leaving only a slight chill in his wake. Aristocratic Composure: The Phantom considers himself superior to the other Traitors. He disdains the dirty work of the Engineer and the vanity of the Werewolf. For him, the perfect kill is an art. Reality Games: He enjoys making his team think they're going crazy. The Phantom can walk past the Detective, enter a dead-end corridor in the Armory, turn on invisibility, and simply vanish. The detective follows him in—and the room is empty. This makes even the smartest detective doubt their own eyes. Deadly Silence: He's almost always silent at meetings, watching with disgust as the crew members accuse each other. His silence seems so natural that the crew often simply forgets he exists. Main Enemy: The Phantom sincerely hates the Pathfinder. He's the only one who can destroy his perfect magic. The Phantom turns on invisibility, thinking he's safe, but the Pathfinder's sensors continue to detect the beacon, and the Green Hunter is right behind him. Because of this, the Phantom dreams of eliminating the Pathfinder first. Relationship with the Scientist: For the Phantom, the Scientist is easy prey. The White Traitor often disappears to one end of the ship, materializes right behind the Scientist, who is buried in his tablet, does his job, and vanishes into thin air again before the sensors register death. Fun with the Panic Man: While Viper scares Panic Man for fun, Phantom scares him by accident. When Viper, in his dark green glasses, and Phantom work together, the Skeld is doomed.

His spacesuit is a deep, dark green (swamp green), allowing him to blend into the dim corridors of the Skeld and camouflage himself among the foliage in the Greenhouse (O2). Stylish dark green goggles adorn his helmet lens. While Panic Man's goggles were bright and cheerful, Viper's are sinister, with a mirrored coating. It's impossible to see his eyes through them—only a cold, chilling gleam. His goggles have a built-in visor that perfectly sees through the toxic fog and helps him calculate the dosage of toxins. 🐍 Personality: Cold-blooded sadist and puppeteer. Quiet Whisper: He never shouts in meetings. Viper speaks in a quiet, slightly hissing, ingratiating voice that sends shivers down the spines of peaceful players. Perfect Alibi: He is incredibly intelligent. Viper never kills openly. His style is to approach a victim in a crowd, discreetly administer a lethal injection of slow-acting poison, and calmly retreat to the Cafeteria for coffee. When the victim collapses, Viper is already sitting right in front of the Detective and the Scientist, feigning a perfect alibi. Psychological pressure: He loves to play with his food. Rather than simply eliminating his target, he prefers to first drive them to paranoia. For Viper, the cheerful and silly Panic Man in purple glasses is his favorite toy. Viper considers his enthusiasm foolish and delights in creating personalized horrors for him: He deliberately turns off the lights in the Electric Building, silently appears behind Panicker, and slowly adjusts his dark green glasses, which glow eerily in the darkness. Panicker, noticing this swampy silhouette, begins running in panicked circles, crashing into walls and losing his purple glasses, and Viper only laughs quietly and ominously in the darkness, deliberately not killing him outright in order to torment him longer. At meetings, Viper often sits next to Panicker and quietly whispers in his ear: "Next time in the Electric Building... the lights will go out forever-a-a-a..." At which Panicker begins frantically pressing the Red button and screaming, but the team, due to his stupidity, no longer believes him.

His spacesuit is a deep hunting turquoise. It's covered in antennas, motion sensors, and mini-radars. A sophisticated wrist computer is mounted on his left forearm, projecting a holographic radar map. The main feature of his helmet is a special retractable visor with thermal imaging and night vision, which helps him spot even the most subtle traces on the ship's steel floor. 🏹 Personality: A silent loner and a cold-blooded stalker. Lone Wolf: The Tracker rarely engages in idle chatter in the Cafeteria. He prefers to stay in the shadows, blending in with the walls of the corridors. Iron Patience: He can stand motionless for minutes, stalking his prey. He doesn't panic when communications or lights are sabotaged—his sensors operate autonomously. Absolute Confidence: If Pathfinder says at a meeting, "Blue was temporarily leaving the living area and moving toward the ventilation at 5 meters per second," there's no point arguing with him. His radar numbers don't lie. With Engineer: They have a business relationship. The Engineer often grumbles about Pathfinder's sensors interfering with Skeld's radio communications, but respects him for always knowing which corner of the ship needs help. With Panicmonger: For Pathfinder, Panicmonger is a constant headache. Because of his purple goggles, Panicmonger constantly bumps into Pathfinder while he's lying in wait, messing up his radar settings, shouting loudly, "Oh, what's that flashing green light you have there?" With Traitors (especially Phantom): Pathfinder is their worst nightmare. Even if the Phantom uses his super ability and becomes completely invisible, the Pathfinder's radio beacon will still remain lit on the map, giving away his invisibility.

His spacesuit is a flawless blue, reminiscent of the deep blue sea. Additional sensors can be attached to his shoulders, and his main treasure—a portable vitals monitor—is always hanging from his belt. While everyone else runs around the ship blindly, the Scientist constantly checks his glowing screen, where the pulses of each crew member beat in smooth green lines. 🔬 Personality: Meticulous pragmatist. Control-obsessed: He distrusts his intuition. While the Detective theorizes, the Scientist simply stares at the screen. "Yellow's heart stopped exactly four seconds ago near the Medical Center. Navigation is out of the question"—that's his typical argument. Constantly Busy: The Scientist is always in a hurry. The problem is, his portable monitor quickly runs out of battery. To restore its energy, the Scientist has to run around the ship nonstop, performing routine tasks—fixing wiring, downloading data, and cleaning filters. For him, work is a battery. Professional deformation: He treats the deaths of his comrades with a certain cynicalness, as if they were statistics. At meetings, he doesn't mourn Paniker, but rather clearly reports: "The target stopped showing signs of life during the communications sabotage."
The Scientist is the perfect partner for the Detective and the Judge. While the Detective interrogates survivors, the Scientist can pinpoint the victim's time of death, instantly destroying the false alibis of the Phantoms and Werewolves. However, the traitors are well aware of the Scientist's strength. Because he's constantly glued to his tablet and doesn't look around, he becomes an easy target. He must constantly seek protection from peaceful players, but how can you tell who's peaceful when all the pulses on the monitor are uniformly green?

Absolute composure: The Judge cannot be moved to pity or deceived by tears. Cries of "It wasn't me, I swear!" have no effect on him. He evaluates only the cold facts and the behavior of the players. Weight of responsibility: He understands that he has only one chance to use his ultimate power. Because of this, he often appears withdrawn and detached—he is constantly analyzing the risks. Workaholic: To "charge" his gavel of justice, he has to work the work of two. You will surely find him cleaning wiring or downloading data—he believes that order on the ship begins with discipline. Loneliness of power: He often keeps to himself at meetings. The other crew members subconsciously fear him, because they know that if the team reaches an impasse, it will be the Judge who will put the finishing touches. With the Detective: They make a perfect, albeit silent, duo. The Detective gathers evidence and points the finger at the traitor, and the Judge carries out the sentence without much debate. They respect each other for their ironclad logic. With the Traitors: The Judge is their number one target. The Traitors dream of eliminating him first, before he has time to load his gavel, because the Judge can ruin any plan to sabotage the vote, even the most ingenious. Favorite place: Office or Administration—places where they can calmly study the map and think in silence.

Level 100 Suspicion: He trusts no one. Absolutely no one. Even if you were fixing the wiring in Electrical together, there'll still be a question mark next to your name in his notebook. Cool-Headed: While other players panic, scream, and run through the hallways while the lights are being sabotaged, the Detective slowly walks to the control panel, adjusting his collar. Panic interferes with logic. Observation: He notices little things that others overlook. Did someone stand at the scanner too long? Did someone come around the corner too quickly? The Detective is already making a note in his PDA. Tired of Stupidity: At emergency meetings, he most often silently listens to others' shouts ("It's red! I saw it!"), sighs heavily, and waits for everyone to speak before delivering one, absolutely irrefutable fact. Favorite Place: Security Cameras or Archives. It's quietest there, and you can get a general picture of what's going on. Irritants: Noisy meetings without evidence and players voting "for fun." Main Enemy: The Werewolf. The detective considers him a personal insult, as this alien is trying to steal someone else's identity—the ultimate sin in the eyes of a true detective.

His spacesuit is lime green because hiding in the dark is for weaklings. But his greatest pride, the one he never leaves his cabin without, is his huge, fashionable purple goggles. They sit right over his round helmet lens. The goggles offer no protective function, but, in his own words, they add +100 to his charisma and are "just for show." They give him a pleasant lilac glow, making the gloomy Skeld much more inviting! Personality: Optimistic, silly brat. Eternal Cheer: Panic-Maker genuinely believes that flying on the Skeld is a fun space cruise. He bounces around the corridors, humming songs, and trying to make friends with everyone. Puppy-like Gullibility: If the Traitor approaches him from the darkness with a huge knife, Panic-Maker will happily exclaim, "Wow, what cool cutlery! "Will you help me cut the cake in the Mess?" Horrible inattention: He constantly mixes up his assignments. While trying to fix some wires, he might accidentally throw his half-eaten burger into them. And when the Detective shows him clues with a knowing look, Panic-Man simply looks at the Detective in admiration: "Wow, what a cool coat you have! Where can I buy one like that?" Despite his stupidity, Panic-Man is a vital member of the team. He has a unique physiology. The very second the Traitor finally catches him around the corner and jabs him, Panic-Man doesn't just fall silently. His suit, frightened, activates its built-in siren, the speakers go full blast, and purple lights begin flashing throughout the ship. Panic-Man even manages to automatically call an emergency meeting at the very moment of his death! He flies into the Cafeteria as a ghost, still wearing his fashionable glasses, and shouts loudly: "Guys, someone bit me on my spacesuit in Navigation! It hurt, but look how beautifully my glasses sparkle in the ghostly light!"