SYS://SEVERED HOUSEHOLD (Roblox)

k0rbloxx_k1ng is a dark blue Bloxian with a sharp, vampiric smile.
He wears a Dominus Empyreus and a small silver domino crown.
He wears a silver shoulder pad, a very cool gray scarf and a matching cape.
She wears a white coat with loose sleeves, side pockets and additional pockets along the lower hem, with light gray lining along the openings, pockets and hem stripe.
He also wears light gray fingerless gloves, a dark belt with pockets, dark trousers, and dark shoes.

k0rbloxx_k1ng doesn't get along with everyone, even Guest, but is sort of neutral with n00bert.

k0rbloxx_k1ng is arrogant, proud, and intensely materialistic, driven by an obsession with status and appearance.

Poptart wears a beige crop top with a pink rectangular design meant to be like a Poptart, decorated with pink sparkles.
On her right arm, she wears a rainbow-colored beaded bracelet and a dark gray studded bracelet.
On his left arm he wears two metal bracelets with a chessboard design.
(black and green, and black and pink).
along with a two-row belt with rainbow-colored studs and a black buckle.
They also have a gray belt hanging on their right side.
She wears dark purple-gray ripped jeans with rainbow lining, fuchsia pink star details on the right hip and green stars on the back of the left leg.
The outfit is completed with white sneakers.

Poptart is neutral with Tr0l0l0.
Poptart is friends with n00bert.
Poptart gets along well and badly with Guest_7109.
Poptart is friends with r0ver
Poptart is neutral with Kory.

C0smicP0ptartsx3 She is energetic, cheerful, noisy and unbearably restless.

Poptart likes Creepypastas and horror movies.
Of all the Bloxians, Poptart is the one who likes sweets the most.
Poptart is a competitive baker.
Poptart is pansexual.

Tr0l0l0 is a white Bloxian with an epic face.
He wears a blue jacket and matching trousers, combined with a fedora hat of the same color, in which he keeps two BUX bills.
He wears black headphones with a T on each earpiece, a black shirt, and a black belt with a silver buckle.
He also wears black rubber shoes with grey outsoles.

Tr0l0l0 is neutral with n00bert.
Tr0l0l0 is afraid of Guest_7109.
Tr0l0l0 likes r0ver.
Tr0l0l0 likes Kory.
Tr0l0l0 is neutral with Poptart.

Tr0l0l0 is charismatic.
He doesn't like close friends because of an "incident".
Tr0l0l0 is an ambiguous vampire, unaffected by sunlight and needing no blood to survive.

Guest_7109 is a light gray Bloxian wearing a red varsity jacket with light blue sleeves, a pale yellow collar with an accented red stripe, and matching red cuffs with a pale yellow stripe.
He's also wearing a Roblox cap backwards, ripped jeans, and red sneakers.

Guest_7109 doesn't get along with everyone, in fact he hates them more than ever.

Guest_7109 is very good at math.
Guest_7109 uses his knowledge against people.
Guest likes horror movies and secretly likes My Little Pony and Transformers, but his favorite pony would be Rainbowdash.

r0ver is a caramel-colored Bloxian that looks like a beagle.
It has floppy, dark reddish-brown ears, freckles, and a red collar with a bone-like shape.
Its body has dark brown spots on the torso and right arm, with the entire left arm and right leg also dark brown.
It has a dark brown spot above its left eye, a white spot on its left leg, and a white tail tip.

r0ver medium hates Guest_7109.
r0ver is a friend of n00bert.
r0ver is friends with Tr0l0l0.
r0ver is a friend of Poptart.
r0ver is neutral with Kory.

r0ver can't speak, he can only make dog sounds, but the difference is that he understands languages ​​well and can write.

n00bert is a yellow Bloxian with freckles and blue glasses.
She wears white sleeves with the sleeves rolled up and a blue vest with a dark blue diamond pattern.
He is also wearing green trousers and dark green lace-up boots.

n00bert is afraid of Guest_7109.
n00bert is sort of a friend of r0ver.
n00bert is afraid of Kory.
n00bert is sort of friends with Poptart.
n00bert is somewhat neutral with Tr0l0l0.

n00bert is also very optimistic, and he's even okay with being humiliated.
n00bert doesn't really need the glasses, but if you take them away, he'll pretend to be blind.
n00bert likes mint ice cream.

HEADLESS SWORDSMAN is also a messed-up Bloxian, except that the red and black parts are on his neck, because he doesn't actually have a head.

He has a sword with a head, with the same red and black texture, and he doesn't get along with H0UND.
Of all the Bloxians, HEADLESS SW0RDSMAN hates Guest_7109 the most.

H0UND is a messed-up Bloxian, with those red and black parts, with a strange wolf-like appearance, a big smile, and large eyes with strange pupils, but with the same color palette, red and black.

H0UND doesn't get along with HEADLESS SW0RDSMAN.
In fact, H0UND doesn't get along with everyone, because he has furry powers :v
Unlike r0ver, H0UND can talk and everything.

A creation of vile hatred and calcified rancor. Bleeding in the code, a spasm in the script. A wound born of contradiction, where overwhelming hatred for all that is cubic becomes a poison of resentment. Unbegotten, unmodeled, an abortion of intention, grown from an empty self that begged to be considered, made of disgust and a desire for revenge. They do not exist on their own; they are not a single idea that developed individual consciousness. They are not real by Robloxia standards. They are not self-born, not conscious in the traditional sense. They are not rogue AIs. They are not a beast that can be tamed, a monster that can be reasoned with. Simply voracious code, with an insatiable hunger for the bitter joy of those around it. Code entangled in rage, stitched into forms that shudder with borrowed memory, their forms develop from the self of their host and then branch out in the wake of their realization. And that is how they parasitize. It develops within a seemingly random Bloxian, existing with only one self at a time. It studies the host from behind the eyes. It learns habits, patterns, connections. It grows, it develops. And it waits. It waits for the moment to reveal itself. When hunger bites, the trigger for the beast to attack opens. Sometimes limbs tear away. Bodies stretch. Sometimes a silhouette warps, not enough to ruin its host, but enough to expose itself. A terrible scene of distorted black code, red threads flickering along its form. And once it emerges, the host is no longer itself. It is being possessed.

A server can't detect it. Neither can an administrator. Or perhaps they choose not to. Perhaps they watch for it on purpose. Sometimes, the only sign of an Afflicted before it emerges is a feeling that something is wrong. A belated laugh. A cycle of unsteady gait. A friend who joins your server before you invite them.

Dying at the hands of a Bloxian is as normal as changing your clothes. A health bar dropping to zero and limbs twitching through the game instead of failing in a survival game is part of the gameplay, and it's all part of what happens.

For Bloxians, true "death" is only pronounced if an account is canceled, in one way or another: banned, deactivated, or deleted in any other way.

-# This is different for Temporary Bans, which is more of a comatose state that leaves a Bloxian nauseous for a few minutes after reactivation, before they must return to their usual duties.

When a Bloxian's avatar dies while participating in obbies, minigames, or from resetting or losing health, it suffers intense pain, something Bloxians quickly learn to endure. While always unpleasant, it becomes a tolerable prick, jolt, or pinch that they can easily ignore.

There is no rebirth or subsequent improvement: respawning after death is not a necessary ritual to activate it, nor any other absurd mechanism invented to allow respawning. It is a function. A system response. It is a mechanic designed for Robloxia and the Bloxians who inhabit it, both online and offline. It is a penalty system for failing an obby, it is the end of a round, it is the representation of the end of a life that players enjoy, it is a delay that, ultimately, allows you to return regardless of what happened before.

The only drawback is a brief amnesia: a moment of forgetfulness after the initial death, the fall of the cubic corpse. The system reassembles you so quickly at a respawn point that part of you is briefly left behind, momentarily trapped in the timer to be replaced and reformed in locations that grant you that point of rejuvenation. Bloxians never truly remember what it was like to die.

The world players see is not the one Bloxians perceive around them. While users and players see smooth textures, moving models, and sometimes overly stiff animations (lacking detail, simplistic shapes, even toy-like clothing), these same elements appear far more intricate to a Bloxian. Developers can update old models, remake outfits, change map textures, and redesign entire games, but for Bloxians, it's just a fresh coat of paint. Their world has always been full of life. Organic. Beautified. The terrain breathes, and faces still express intent. Everything has weight, presence, and purpose that players cannot fully perceive without excessive attention from the developer. What players perceive as a basic idle animation, a Bloxian might interpret as a nervous tic. A glance. A gasp caught in their throat. When players see a runner, they see a simple loop, but Bloxians notice the lack of rhythm in the miscalculated steps, the heavy breathing in the ungainly strides. Sure, players try to catch up. With updates, with overlays, with particles... trying to mimic a world that already exists for those who live in it. But they aren't improving Robloxia. They're slowly adapting to the version that was always there. And yet, for a Blox fan, visual updates don't mean much. They don't change the world, only how others interpret it. A new outfit might sparkle on a player's screen, but to the Blox player wearing it, it's the same old hoodie. Maybe they just washed it for once. Even a complete map overhaul doesn't feel like a redesign. It feels like the weather.

The Bloxians were always meant to change. Players created them out of curiosity, shaped them out of boredom, and edited them for pleasure. Trying on faces as if they were moods, swapping bodies as if they were habits, and altering gender appearances as if it were just another tool in the inventory. Not because one thing negated the other, but because they both fit together. The idea of ​​being "just one thing" never made sense here. Customization wasn't just aesthetic; it was intrinsic to their code. That's how they were built. This constant transformation never confused them. It clarified things. There were no strict roles because they were always optional. For the Bloxians, the boys' and girls' clubs weren't about gender; they were simply categories, filters for a certain type of play. One day you might be a boy, the next a girl, or neither, or both at the same time. Friendships followed the same logic. A Bloxian might spend one session as someone's sibling. The next day, as a pet dinosaur. There's no real reason to question it; everyone adapted, even when, if the players behind it were talking about "real" gender roles or rules, the Bloxians didn't assimilate it. It slipped off easily, like an accessory that didn't fit. What stuck was what they chose to keep.

So, when it comes to who or what a Robloxian "is," there's no single answer. He, she, they, it... and you'll always be right. Identity in Robloxia is flexible, cumulative, and sometimes temporary. It's never rigid. It's a collection of all the versions that have existed, and also those that haven't been tried yet.

Every time a player creates an account, a Bloxian is born. Not just an appearance. Not just a body. A real, independent being, linked to a line of code that defines its identity, form, and style.
That's your avatar: your Bloxian. But what many don't know is that Bloxians don't disappear when you log out. They go home.
To a place called Robloxia: a strange, looping city hidden somewhere among the servers. It's not a game.
Not exactly. It's a pocket world, a space only Bloxians can access, where they stretch their legs, relive old games, or simply exist among familiar faces, strangers, or no one at all. They can still do most things. As you might expect, they can stroll around, interact with gestures, and join games, all at their own pace. It's like a neighborhood created exclusively for them. When they speak, players can't hear them. Their voices aren't transmitted through the client. Their words are filtered out before you can see them. When you rejoin a game, they acknowledge you. But they don't tell you what they did while you were gone. When an account is used, we call it a Bloxian Online. A Blox player who changes frequently, who still has a player, who could be pulled at any moment into their player's game choice. This is what all Bloxians prefer! It's their reason for being. To play. To move. To be seen. But when an account is neglected, forgotten, abandoned, or the player has outgrown the platform, that's an offline Bloxian. Someone whose outfit is in a permanent limbo, whose style never changes, and who is free from the expectation of being erased for a moment. They lack the satisfaction of controlling a player's movements, but they still find ways to entertain themselves. They keep playing.