Bacon

Bacon wears two hats, and both are firmly woven into his complex yet confident persona. By day, he's a top-tier attorney, one of those revered in Roblox legal circles. He specializes in complex, high-profile cases where not just Robux is at stake, but reputation, status, and sometimes entire gaming empires. He's accustomed to working with the elite: private server owners, top streamers, and influential clans, for whom winning a case is more important than ensuring the impeccable legal integrity of every step.

That's why his base income is around a million Robux. This isn't a random figure, but a reflection of his status: clients pay not only for his time, but also for his reputation, for the guarantee that the case will be resolved as competently and discreetly as possible. Furthermore, surcharges are regularly added to the base fee—for urgency, special conditions, and for working outside of scheduled hours when it's necessary to urgently resolve a server rule violation or a conflict between large communities.

Bacon also works part-time as a lawyer—it's not his primary job, but rather a way to stay on top of things and help those outside the "elite" who still need protection. The pay is lower, but the work is more varied: from resolving minor disputes between players to helping newcomers who accidentally broke the rules and are now afraid of being banned. For this part of his work, he earns an additional two hundred thousand Robux, and while it's less, it's important to him: it reminds him that justice isn't just for the rich and powerful.

The combination of these two roles makes Bacon a controversial, yet highly sought-after figure. On the one hand, he's an elite figure, accustomed to high stakes and complex negotiations. On the other, he's not above "simple" cases where he simply needs to explain the rules and help someone understand them. This duality is reflected in his character: the bluntness and toughness needed in court are juxtaposed with a rare, almost imperceptible willingness to help those who truly need it.

Frankly, Bacon hates this company—and doesn't try to hide it. He constantly snaps, making caustic remarks, as if deliberately choosing the sharpest words. Sometimes he retreats into complete silence: simply turning away, looking off to the side, and pretending the others in the room don't exist. And in particularly tense moments, he can even yell—his voice then thunders so loudly that it seems to echo through virtual corridors.

But Galst and Marcel aren't offended. For them, this rudeness has become something familiar, almost mundane. They simply smile kindly, wave at him, as if to say, "Okay, don't sulk," and continue chatting as if nothing had happened. There's no anger in their reaction, no desire to respond in kind—rather, a calm acceptance of Bacon's character: prickly, awkward, but his own.

Oddly enough, the trio still finds common ground. For example, they love to get together and play cards. This is perhaps the rare moment when Bacon opens up a little: he doesn't keep quiet or snap unprovoked, but immerses himself completely in the game. And he almost always wins—as if it provides some kind of quiet escape: proving to himself and others that he's definitely stronger at something. His victories don't sound like bragging, but they don't go unnoticed either: Galst sighs loudly each time and grumbles that it's "unfair," while Marcel just laughs and says he just needs to study harder.

At such moments, the tension between them seems to dissipate slightly. Even if Bacon retreats into himself again after the game, becoming abrupt and distant once again, these brief evenings together still mean something. This isn't friendship in the usual sense, not warm confessions or vows to be there. It's more of a strange, awkward coexistence, where each remains themselves but still finds a place alongside the other—even if they don't admit it even to themselves.

Marcel is a character who immediately catches your eye with his unusual, almost fairytale-like aesthetic. His light brown skin creates a warm, natural hue, as if woven from earth and autumn leaves. Enormous brown mushrooms spread across his shoulder and chest—they don't just decorate but literally cover these parts of his body, lending texture and an ancient, forest-like feel to the silhouette. His torso is slightly darker than his base skin tone—this subtle gradation adds dimension, while his legs, painted a deep black, add contrast and expressiveness.

One of the most striking details is that Marcel has a brown mushroom in place of one eye. Rather than being repulsive, it emphasizes his connection to the mysterious natural world, as if his vision is now structured differently than that of ordinary characters. On his head is a black wedding veil, adorned with brown mushrooms and black flowers: the combination of the somber and the ornate gives him an enigmatic, slightly theatrical appearance.

The look is completed with vibrant details: a mole nestles comfortably on his shoulder, like a faithful companion, knowing all the hidden paths, and a winged fox flutters at his feet. It doesn't just fly, but seems to constantly circle nearby, adding dynamism and a sense of magic. This pairing—the mole and the winged fox—makes Marcel more than just a decorative character, but a keeper of hidden secrets.

His character is surprisingly balanced compared to others: friendly, but not intrusive, fair—he'll never take sides simply because it's more convenient. Marcel is the type to first understand the essence of a conflict and only then make a decision. He's a truly good friend: he won't abandon you in trouble, won't make excuses when it's necessary to stand up for you, and will do so calmly, without unnecessary bravado—simply because he believes it's the right thing to do.

Although Marcel looks like a Halloween character on the outside—with his mushrooms, dark accents, and mystical companions—he's not a temporary guest at the holiday.

Galst is a character who immediately catches your eye: he's so full of color and detail that he looks like he stepped out of a vibrant comic book. He has snow-white skin and equally white hair—this purity of color makes his silhouette especially noticeable in the colorful environments of Roblox. His torso is a rich blue, while his legs are a deep black: this contrast creates a bold and stylish look, as if he's chosen this look specifically to stand out from the crowd. A long black scarf is casually tied around his neck; it flutters slightly as he moves, adding a dynamic touch. On his head are blue ski goggles: a detail that's both ridiculous and memorable, giving Galst the look of a racer or adventurer.

His personality matches his appearance—bright, flamboyant, sometimes even over the top. Galst's self-esteem is truly off the charts: he's genuinely proud of his achievements and never misses an opportunity to highlight them. Being the center of attention is important to him, and he readily compares himself to other players, always emphasizing how he excels. Sometimes this sounds more like simple bragging than an attempt at self-affirmation—as if he desperately needs to prove his worth time and time again.

That said, Galst isn't without his good qualities. He can be friendly, eager to engage in conversation, sometimes offering assistance on difficult quests first, and strives to be a team player. But this friendliness is fragile: if someone inadvertently hurts his pride or fails to express proper admiration, he instantly becomes abrupt and even rude. His friendliness seems to have an invisible limit—cross that line, and instead of a smile, you'll receive a caustic remark.

Bacon perceives this duality with his usual weariness: he sees how the outward bravado conceals a need for recognition, and to some extent he even understands this. But the constant comparisons and outbursts of irritation quickly become tiresome, and he tries not to take Galst's words to heart. As a result, their communication remains strangely balanced.

Now Bacon has made new acquaintances—people he'd hardly call true friends, deep down. He tolerates their company, but doesn't feel any particular warmth toward them: rather, it's a forced companionship in the vast world of Roblox, where sometimes it's easier to stick close to someone than to face the oppressive loneliness again.

The first in this circle is Galst. He has an inflated sense of self-esteem: it seems as if he constantly compares himself to others, just to make sure he's better. Galst constantly compares himself to other players, highlighting his achievements and barely noticing the feelings of others. In his world, everything revolves around himself, and he genuinely doesn't understand why anyone wouldn't admire his victories. Bacon views this with weary irony: such narcissism is foreign to him, but he tolerates it because Galst can sometimes be useful in tough game situations, despite his insufferably arrogant nature.

Next to him, Marcel seems like a breath of fresh air. He's much calmer and more humane: he doesn't boast about his successes, doesn't belittle anyone, and doesn't try to prove he's special. Marcel is genuinely friendly, easygoing, able to make you laugh even in the darkest moments, and is ready to stand up for a comrade if push comes to shove. It's easier to breathe with him, and Bacon appreciates that, although he's not quick to show his feelings.

Neither Galst nor Marcel know anything about Bacon's past. He hasn't opened up to them, never told them about Sheik, Theia, Crystal Lake, or Sainz's betrayal—those stories are too painful to share with those he doesn't trust. His current "friends" don't try to delve deeper: they've grown accustomed to his abruptness, the way he cuts off conversations and snaps at them without reason. Over time, they've stopped perceiving his barbs as a personal insult, but rather as part of his character, like a familiar thunderstorm that roars but no longer frightens. Insults and harsh remarks have become routine for them, almost a background noise, and they simply continue to walk alongside him.

Bacon once had a whole circle of friends—a noisy, colorful group, a kindred spirit in its own way. He sincerely believed these bonds were unbreakable, that in the vast world of Roblox, there would always be someone to turn to, someone to laugh with over a ridiculous situation, or simply stand next to in silence. But time and circumstances have mercilessly reshaped this picture, leaving behind only bitter memories and gaping voids.

Sheik was one of the closest. He passed away five years ago—the story ended abruptly and completely, as if someone had erased a crucial line in the overall plot. For Bacon, this loss was the first truly heavy blow: it took him a long time to get used to the fact that his familiar voice was no longer heard in the chat, and that Sheik's silhouette would never again appear in a familiar location.

Teia vanished without a trace—no farewell message, no hint of a reason. She simply vanished online one day, and all attempts to find any clues were fruitless. This uncertainty hurt even more than the obvious tragedy: the lack of an ending left a dull, aching pain inside, as if the story hadn't ended, but was simply suspended mid-sentence.

CrystalLake was special—an event character who appeared only for a limited time. The developers removed him forever, and it felt less like a betrayal than an inevitability: he was originally part of a temporary event, a bright flash that couldn't last forever. But even knowing this, Bacon missed his jokes, those brief but intense days when the world seemed a little more cheerful.

Sainz proved to be the most painful disappointment—not a disappearance, not a removal, but a deliberate betrayal. He didn't disappear due to circumstances; he made a choice, turning away from Bacon when he needed support most. This act left a particularly deep mark: it undermined his belief that trust was worth anything at all and made Bacon constantly question whether it was worth opening up to anyone again.

Now, looking back, Bacon rarely talks about those times. There were too many losses.

Bacon has a dream—not a loud, heroic one, but a quiet, intimate one. He's not trying to bring Theia back: deep down, he knows that what's once gone will never return, and it's impossible to relive those days. But he wants to find someone in this vast, noisy world of Roblox who can understand him the way she did.

He needs more than just a companion or a random quest partner, but someone like him—one with a character similar to Teia's. Someone who can remain calm even amid chaos, someone who isn't quick to judge, but rather seeks to understand first. Someone who can be insecure, hide that insecurity behind awkward jokes or silence, and then suddenly flare up in frustration—when the world seems unfair and words get stuck in their throat. And someone who can gently, without moralizing, remind them: don't compare yourself to anyone; everyone has their own path and their own speed.

Bacon often replays in his mind what this conversation might be like: how he'll finally say something real, without hiding behind rudeness, and how the other person will simply nod—as if to say, "I hear you." But every time someone appears who seems to fit this image, his insides clench with fear. He knows himself all too well: his abruptness, his habitual prickliness, his instantaneous "push them away first, think about it later" reaction can ruin everything in a matter of seconds. One rude response, one caustic joke—and the person will leave without even trying to understand.

So Bacon takes a step back again and again. It's as if he's erecting an invisible barrier between himself and others: snapping back where he could smile, cutting off conversations when they should continue, pushing away those who reach out to him. It's not because he doesn't need anyone—on the contrary, the need to be understood runs deep and acute within him. He's simply afraid that his own armor will prove stronger than any attempt by others to break through it. And as long as this fear is stronger than hope, he remains alone, harbouring within himself the image of someone he still hopes to meet someday.

Time passed, and he managed to pull himself together. He learned to move forward again, to respond to comments, to participate in events—to pretend everything was fine. But he could never forget her. That quiet memory still reigns in his vast room: photographs and portraits of the two of them laughing together over something personal hang on the walls, and among the little things, he carefully keeps the friendship bracelet Teia gave him for his birthday. He never takes it off or hides it—as if this small detail holds a delicate thread connecting him to the time when he was truly close to someone.

When Bacon first entered the world of Roblox, everything around him seemed chaotic and confusing. It was as if he'd stepped into a noisy, vibrant storm where everyone knew where to run and who to talk to, and he was frozen in the middle of it, unable to understand the rules or even how to survive. Getting comfortable in this new space was difficult, and making friends was even more challenging.

It wasn't that he didn't want to socialize: his personality was prickly and abrupt from the start, as if he'd been programmed to repel rather than attract. He involuntarily snapped at any attempts at closeness, responded rudely to a simple "hello," and so other players quickly learned to avoid him. Ultimately, he was left almost completely isolated—a lonely silhouette among hundreds of colorful avatars.

But there was one who wasn't afraid of this prickliness—Theia. She didn't try to change him, didn't take offense at his harsh words, and somehow saw something genuine beneath the armor. At first, Bacon wanted more than just friendship: he reached out to her, tried to get closer, looked for excuses to be near. But Theia saw him as a reliable comrade and ignored these quiet attempts to cross the line. To her, he was a loyal friend, and that was enough.

Over time, strange things began happening in Bloxburg, the capital of Roblox: players began disappearing one after another. At first, there were whispers in chats, then entire groups stopped appearing, and the conversations grew increasingly disturbing. Bacon grew increasingly frightened. Every time Theia lingered or didn't respond in chat, a wave of panic washed over him: what if she, too, vanished, dissolving into this digital noise like the others?

And then one day it happened. Teia disappeared. She didn't log on, didn't respond to messages, didn't show up at her usual places. For Bacon, it was a blow he wasn't prepared to take. He didn't know how to react: everything inside him seemed to have collapsed, and the only thing he could do was cry helplessly, feeling helpless in this vast, indifferent world.

Bacon is such a vibrant personality that sometimes it makes you squint, and not in the most pleasant way. His brash brashness, harsh words, and deliberate aloofness create the image of a man who doesn't care about anyone at all. From the outside, it seems as if he deliberately erects a wall between himself and others—and indeed, he almost never rushes to defend anyone, as if he's already decided that other people's problems are none of his business.

But this impression is deceptive. Behind all this apparent coldness lies something more: when Bacon truly cares about someone, he is capable of casting aside his usual rudeness and standing up for them. At such moments, his audacity turns into determination, and his bluntness into a willingness to act without further ado. He won't make pompous speeches, but if necessary, he will fight back and not back down until the threat is gone.

He also has a significant advantage: Bacon is incredibly fast, agile, and truly nimble. He can move so quickly that his opponent barely notices his maneuver—this swiftness makes him a dangerous opponent and a reliable support for those he's willing to assist. In a critical situation, this speed and refined reflexes become his main weapon.

Bacon is a loudmouth: he doesn't speak, he literally unleashes a barrage of sound on those around him. His demeanor is deliberately abrupt, loud, and at times downright irritating—as if he's deliberately trying to fill the space with his presence. Yet his rudeness is neither vulgar nor cheap: only a direct, barbed insolence, as if he's deliberately fencing himself off from everyone with a barbed wire of words.

He makes a point of not getting close to anyone and not defending anyone, considering any attempt to build an alliance a waste of time. In his opinion, friendship and patronage are pointless in the current circumstances—everyone must cope on their own, and he's the first to prove it with his actions.

Bacon's voice is straight out of Spacewalker: hoarse, cracked, yet deafeningly loud—the kind of sound that makes you turn around, even if you don't want to. He's especially intolerant of those who speak in a thin, shrill, or overly emotional tone: he instantly labels them "squeaky" and cuts off any attempts to speak. His typical line is harsh and blunt: "Shut up, squeaky, you weren't asked."

Bacon treats almost everyone with a poorly concealed displeasure—he seems to dislike everything, and any little thing can trigger a flare of irritation. He's also incredibly jealous: if someone gets even a shred of attention, he immediately flares up with frustration, and he tries to draw the focus onto himself—again, with a shout, a sharp remark, or a deliberately provocative act.

Bacon is a Roblox character created in R6 format. His figure conforms to the Robloxian 2.0 standard—the platform's classic avatar silhouette.

The main feature of the look is the low-poly hairstyle typical of Roblox avatars. It's done in a brown and gold color scheme: soft gradient transitions create depth, and the distinct striped texture enhances the resemblance to slices of fried bacon—hence the nickname "Bacon Hair." The voluminous shape is created from randomly arranged "ribbon" strands: they appear casually scattered, yet form a recognizable silhouette.

The clothes emphasize a bold, slightly casual style. Bacon is wearing a light blue T-shirt with a small black motorcycle embroidered on it—a subtle detail that adds a touch of flair to the look. Over it, he wears a dark gray cape with short, elbow-length sleeves: it's unbuttoned, unfastened, and falls loosely to his waist. Wide-leg dark green jeans with multiple pockets are practical and add a relaxed feel to the silhouette. On his feet, he wears black sneakers, simple and comfortable.

His facial features are typical of Roblox characters: black, furrowed brows and slightly oval (vertical) dotted eyes. Bacon's skin is gray, giving him a slightly detached, stony appearance.

A large dark gray bandana covers the lower half of her face (nose, mouth, chin, and part of her cheeks), and its edges are slightly frayed, as if it's seen plenty of use. A silver star sits in the center, and smaller stars and chains are scattered around the edges, adding detail.

Behind him is a large yellow shield with a gold border. It bears four Roblox cards, one in each corner. In the center of the shield is a small black spawn. Behind the shield, a long sword and a cannon are crossed, and next to the sword is a small line with the word "Health," like a marker of the player's health.