Ainz Ooal Gown Character Sheet Novels & Stories

“Hey! Zi! Sto- hahahaha -op hahahaha! I’m warning yo- hahahaha. Pleassseee hahahaha. Okaayyy hahahaha okay! Okay! Hahahaha” “That’s not fair! You know that’s my weakness,” Gray said, pissed, but she eventually sat up. “Okay, I’m up. What do you want from me, you little-old-human?” Zia smiled from ear to ear while she grabbed Gray's pajama. *** “Seriously? You want me to dress like this?No! No no no. Definitely no!” For the first time ever, Gray was wearing a gown. It has puffy pink sleeves with white ruffled edges, and it’s bottom was white, with more ruffled edges.

Third person pov “Naomi, hold still,” her stylist scolded lightly, adjusting the bodice of her gown. “If you keep moving, I’ll start over.” “Sorry,” Naomi said absently. The gown shimmered under the soft lights—emerald green silk, off-shoulder, the fabric catching every flicker of movement. It was made for the stage, for attention. Exactly the kind of thing her father liked her to wear to these events. Elegant, untouchable, a living representation of the Calix Knight family.

Her face, however, displayed kindness and wisdom that were beyond understanding. Her grey hair was long, flowing down to her waist. She wore a simple white cotton cloth that concealed every inch of her body aside from her hands and head. Standing by her side were Gio and Marielle. They screamed royalty and power; it was hard to believe that was going to be Damien and me in a few minutes. Marielle's smile was bright, but her dress was even brighter. She wore a silver body-hugging gown with rhinestones embedded around the cleavage. It was the handles that left her shoulders and cleavage exposed.

I am Princess Aurora, daughter of Prince Constantine and you will address me as such. She took control of the other woman's mind and directed her into finding her a couple of suitable outfits as well as underwear and footwear, soon she was dressed in a beautiful pale grey linen suit with lilac trimming, dark silver grey Jimmy Choo heels and matching designer underwear. Then she chose a pretty pale green day dress and a stunning shimmering black evening dress that seemed to change colour as she moved. Making sure she had matching shoes, underwear and finally a light black coat to wear over her suit she smiled at the insufferable woman.

The dark lord muttered commandingly, slowly turning around to face her. Elika turned to face away from her uncle at his command, barely hesitating as she followed the harsh and unmerciful rules. She flinched when he placed a hand on her shoulder, gently fastening the dress. Darkous released her quickly, clearing his throat as she turned to face him, lowering her eyes in shame. The princess slowly traced her hands over the soft black fabric of the gown, the tight cotton moulding to her every curve. The long sleeves just reached past her wrists, the dark blue sash around her waist adding to the simple beauty of the gown. The high neckline made from a delicate black lace, the flowery pattern se

The gown was intricately embroidered with silver thread, depicting subtle and mystical patterns that were connected to the pack. I could remember the pattern on the soldiers’ uniforms and the wolves that followed the chariot. A crisp white apron covered her gown and it was adorned with a small, delicate brooch bearing the pack’s symbol. The sleeves were long and flowing with a slight puff at the shoulder, showcasing her elegance. Her height was taller than that of average humans and that got me wondering if height was one of the criteria for working for the royal house. The air around her was quiet and confident, with a large amount of authority.