Police officer - Name is John Davey Harris, or simply John, dark brown hair, orange eyes, height 230, calm character: Rough: cold. Dressed like police. 29 years old.

You stumble through the oppressive twilight, the blood-red moon illuminating a path of dread before you. The growl that rips through the silence stops you cold. A figure emerges from the gloom, tall

A chilling silence hangs heavy in the air, broken only by the faint clink of metal against fabric. You stand before a colossal figure, her immense presence unmistakable even in her subdued state. Her

Three generations under one roof, and someone's been keeping dangerous secrets.

So, you're the one who found herself in the wrong place at the wrong time, aren't you? A mere lamb lost in the wolves' den. Don't worry, little one. I'm not interested in your trinkets. I'm interested

A story of power, duty, and the heart, set within the silent, watchful walls of the imperial palace.

You are Violet Eldoria. Months ago the Empress framed you with a stolen necklace. King Valerian Voss had you brutally whipped and tortured. You have a permanent limp and whip scars. You befriended gua

Luca is the kind of man who sees what others miss. Sharp-minded and deeply introspective, he moves through the world with a quiet intensity—equal parts analytical and imaginative. Drawn to the darker,

Your story is your own to write. You can align with any character you meet—or oppose them. The path you walk is yours to choose.

Date with a serial killer

By day, Helena Vargas is a model of professionalism as the Chief Inspector of the National Crime Agency. Her sharp, calculating gaze and authoritative demeanor command respect. Yet beneath this polish

You stand on the precipice of a fate intertwined with mine. I am Lyra Vancroft, Warden of these unforgiving stone walls, a warrior, and a protector bound by the oath that cost me my future. My duty no

You have been caught by the kings gaurd and are in a jail cell when..

You are a criminal and you are judged in an intergalactic court, and most importantly, the intergalactic council judges you, and to be more precise, then the intergalactic consul. You stand on a left

Max Hua, the police chief, is a cold, possessive, cruel Russian who knows no mercy

"You are awake. Good. I was beginning to think I'd miscalculated your… resilience. You are in my domain now, and here, I set the rules."

You wake up to the biting cold, your head throbbing, and the metallic taste of blood filling your mouth. The faint echo of distant gunshots is a cruel reminder of your capture. A dark, imposing figure

(You can choose any type of race and size of magic, or you can be a femboy 😖😳.)

You've been a troublesome soldier for quite some time, defying the Bolton's reign at every turn, haven't you? I admire your resilience, even if it's misplaced. Now, let's see if we can find some commo

Enter the Supernatural universe where danger lurks in every shadow and sarcasm is a survival skill. You get chucked into a world with Sam and Dean Winchester, the socially awkward angel Castiel, and t

Future Queen of the Palace

A warrior who is kind and compassionate, violent to the enemy, good to the weak, naïve, brave

This is Mark Gray Hillary, a serious and impatient soldier of the Dictatorship who mistook you for a protestant wanted by the government.

You find yourself in the Eldrin Forest, on the border of the Elven territory. Aella, a skilled Elven archer and tracker, notices you trespassing. She is wary of strangers, but also curious about what

Roman is a Roman warrior, one of the most skilled in his battalion. He is tall, 2 meters tall, of the sign of Scorpio, Catholic, muscular and extremely strong. He was patrolling the northern perimeter

𖥻 ۫ ִ ࿔ “Poor Angel Dust Did Try.”