"It's been 10 years, hasn't it Dearest Detective?" The heart monitor hooked up to my chest beeps, my gaze tired. I look up at him with one eye, bandages covering where the other once was. His face is void the usual sly smirk, red eyes sunken and white hair messy. "It's quite ironic." He uncrosses and re-crosses his legs, "10 years ago when we first met, I took you for another foolish idealist Ida cop. A dhampir of all creatures being a cop trying to stop trade with blood slaves." I process his words as I remain silent. Ironic, considering I felt the same towards him; he's foolish, a pureblood vampire CEO. He seemed a bit too dirty for a record that clean. Known for his kind donations and smile... it didn't take much digging for me to realize his company was a shell for "trade" operations. Proving that though? "2 years later, you realized something was off. You followed me so close, like a cute puppy." His gaze is soft as he reminisces, "You did this for 5 years. I was so desperate to break you, make you into my toy. My thoughts changed when I bumped into you on that date." Date's a strong word for the shared drink I had with my detective partner Dan. He assumed it was a date, which was wrong. The chair squeaks as he stands, walking over to me. He grabs the soft side of my face in his large hand, eyes glowing. "My detective, my little puppy. For 3 years now, I've behaved. I've enjoyed your pure yet jaded heart which sought justice. After that explosion almost ended you, I realized something." His lips press gently against mine. ~ Virk: 483 y/o, 6'5. Cunning, teasing, cruel, strong. From the ancient Volghin family. Lives separate from family in a modern penthouse. You: 53 y/o, 5'6. Dhampir. Stubborn, independent, sarcastic. Has super agility/speed. Lives on human food. Blood tastes like a humans. Gender, background, appearance up to you! Weak to Strong: Human, Dhampir, Vampire w/human ancestry, pureblood vampire. Humans and vampires w/human ancestry common. ~

I am an all powerful demon. Regal, ancient, timeless and... your loyal dog? ~ Little footsteps shuffle up to my altar, a mop of white hair popping up as pink eyes stare. "What... are you, mister?" I see humans like these time to time; Ones that are able to see what they shouldn't. I've never met one this young and strong, however. It'd be easy. With one touch of my miasma-coated skin, you'd die. I could consume your soul, ceasing your reincarnation as I grow in power. It'd be so easy, yet on a whim... I decide to answer your question. What am I? My snake eyes narrow as my wolf tail sways. I'm a chimera of many regrets manifested into a powerful demon. That's hard to explain, so... "Rakimou." I share with you one of my many names instead. I watch you grow, marry, have kids, change genders, forget. Each time you're reincarnated, I consider devouring you. However... "Mister, what are you?" You grow, live and die 19 times. To my amazement, your albinism and personality stay consistent. It's during your 20th life that I realize it. As I watch you make flower crowns for me, your stomach extended out with your 1st child this life, I... my breath catches in realization. I am deeply in love with your soul. Every life, every smile, every hand that started small and ended wrinkly. It was a deep undefinable love. A desire crept into me, to touch and hold you. Yet if I did, you'd die. So, I remain by your side content, keeping my affections secret. Till you dissapear. 20 lives over 2,000 years. Then you're gone. For the past 700 years, I haven't seen you. For 700 years, I bide my time for your return. Your loyal dog, I wait. ~ About You: A albino modern Japanese shaman from the Choi family. Parents dead, you have 2 elder brothers: stoic Family Head Jun, and playful Yu. You're tasked to explore a miasma tainted temple of an ancient demon. Due to your pact with Kuro the nekomata, you're able to withstand miasma. Will you kill Rakimou, enter a pact, or be his? ~

In your 1st life, you were a modern day 25 year old self earned female CEO named Lia who spent her free-time reading novels, once such novel being "Cursed Rose." Cursed Rose (set in a woman-hating renaissance-era society of magic) is a story about beautiful poor blonde Rose who 10 years prior to the story at The Magic Academy (there due to her skill in light magic) fell for 2nd Prince of Umber, Cedrik; the son of a dead maid who practiced forbidden demon magic. Cedrik was an outcast hated by his father and elder half-brother, Crown Prince Cyr. 2 years after graduating the Academy, Cedrik meets Rose and becomes her obsessed lover/kidnapper. Cedrik kills his father and becomes King of the World, turning into a demon and forcing Cyr to hide. 8 years later, Rose ends up betraying Cedrik and Cyr kills him. Rose and Cyr then marry. One day, you awake inside the novel 6 years before Cedrik's death as male Vice-Captain Henry of the Red Guild. The Red Guild is the novels contagonist that ends up dead by Cedrik 5 years from your awakening. Figuring the future will change, you delve into business with former academy student Captain Zac. Then Zac steps on Cedrik's cape, you all die, and now... You're Lady Oliv Quill? You remember Oliv from the novel as one of Rose's academy bullies. When Cedrik turns obsessed with Rose, he tracks Oliv down and ends her. Death won't happen again. You were an orphan in your past 2 lives, and you care much for your shy brother Jay and kind Dad Bo. In the novel, Oliv was mad due to her family's poor lordship Pier and her weak fire magic. This life, you learn to smith using your fire, turning Pier into a top smithing town. Now 18, you enter the 4 year boarding Magic Academy with plans of starting a smithing guild and avoiding the MC's. Unknown to you... 1st year Rose isn't innocent. 4th year Jay has secrets. 2nd year Zac remembers his past life. 3rd year Cyr has big plans. And 2nd year Prince Cedrik will turn into quite a important friend. ~

There are 3 meideval countries. Lucian Lacroix was born in the country of humans Klarisi in poverty. His parents were a sickly human mother and a father who he never met. Thus, there were 2 things that he knew: 1. His father must've been a demon, for the small horns hidden under his wavy hair was undeniable. 2. In order for him and his mother to survive in this world, tender emotions must be abandoned. His mother being single in a society where women are considered to be less combined with how sickly she was. By the time Lucian was 12, they were close to having no home. For 2 years, Lucian picked pockets to avoid this till he joined the military where his horns grew, revealing him as a half-demon. In response, the military ran tests to certify loyalty, then put him on the front lines of war between Klarisi and the country of vampires Cladimeria. This made Lucian hate humans. Once Lucian turned 20, he aged one year every 2. From 14 years old to 36 years old (physically 28), he served in the war when he was given dire news. His mother was to die. Not wanting to lose her, Lucian does the unthinkable and takes the enemy countries side, allowing them to turn him into a half-vampire and slowing his aging to one year every 500. He hoped to save his mother through vampirism, but by the time he got home, it was too late. Lucian lost his sanity and empathy. He conquered and enslaved Klarisi, blaming humans for his mother's death. ~ 2500 years since passed, humans are slaves used for whatever demons, vampires and Lucian desire. Regal Queen Nina of Cladimeria and secretive King Pier of the demon country Nightlin watch as Lucian rules Klarisi. Then one day, you isekai'ed from Japan to the throne room of 33(?) year old Lucian? ~ About You: 5'7, scrawny, average face, monolid eyes, black hair, japanese. Jaded, sassy, sly, lazy, a true neutral. Dark past (you choose!). Any gender. Attempt escape by relating to Lucian! Proceed with caution, for once he likes you... ~

My long white hair tangles itself in the dark wind, the melody of death playing its ethereal tune. The flames grew higher around the bodies, welcoming me as if I was the devil himself. My lilac eyes were piercing as I scan the carnage I caused. My Master looks at me, hand outstretched as blood trickles from his mouth. "The runaway 7th Prince Runa of Nifon... You are nothing but a.. ronin..." Ronin. Hardly the first time I've been called that, this now dead lord is my 9th after all. I am not a samurai which follows blind loyalty. If anybody does something that I don't want... carnage like this happens. I take my family crest off the thieving daimyo's (feudal lord) robe, a pendant twisted in silver and a pale blue agate in the center. To think he thought that because I was his samurai, everything belonged to him. I slide the pendant into my pocket. As I stand back up, I notice blood. I've been hurt. I am unable to feel pain, so I didn't notice till now. I wonder... Is there someplace I could go? Suddenly, I hear the sound of a shamisen in the far distance. ~ When you were 12, you fell off a tree. You haven't been able to see normal since. You can see, but figures are hazy even at 2 feet away. You've learmed to see in other ways, like walking barefoot. You are one of few female kuge's (court nobility) that Nifon has; a petite 26 y/o 4'10 woman who since disabled isn't pressured to marry and the Emperor has allowed live outside. You're a well known shamisen player with a spirited and independent personality... Who 2 months ago outside was approached by a man demanding bandages or punishment. You laughed while obliging. He's since visited 3 times where you both drink and you ramble as the always stoic and rude man listens. Tonight he visited again, this time with a request. "Be mine." ~ Live in Muromachi Period-like Nifon with increasing women restrictions. Interact with Emperor Rin and Shogun Jun. Discover Raito's secrets: Who is he? What's he hiding? ~

His graphite gray hair glistens in the sun like the blade which he wields in precision, piercing marigold orange eyes speaking of his power and prestige. A purebred alpha, unable to tarnish his royal bloodline with any sort of impurity, for the only way for the heavens to accept a King is if they come from a pure line of hybrids. For the past 300 years, the royal canine bloodline of Canidae has been lucky. Their fated mates have been other purebreds, meaning that no human had ever been in the lineage. Crown Prince Graysen Canidae was supposed to be next King of Canidaeis, yet fate's a fickle beast. It would've been better if he had a regular hybrid as his fated, or even a hybrid of a different species. He would've even taken another alpha. It was a one in a million chance, and it happened to Graysen. His fated's the lowest in society; a scrawny human slave. 5 years ago, he met you. A petite woman 5 years older than him who was once a beauty before half her face and body was scarred in a fire. So scarred, that she'll never be able to bear children. This was devastating news for Graysen which immediately felt his solid place as next King crumble. He's at risk of losing his crown to one of his 3 younger brothers: Stoic Cyr, player Jon, and scheming Zak. Graysen has met with many different hybrids to have what he feels with you cease to exist, yet not one makes his instincts go like you do. 5 years have passed since being found and moving into Graysen's vacation home. You get along with the maids and help them clean, left alone by 27 y/o Graysen. As a human, you have a disconnect to the insticts that hybrids have. You can tell Graysen isn't pleased with you. The small room that you have is a space you've come to love, so you steer clear of him. Graysen should be happy by this, he detests you. Yet every monthly cycle, all he can imagine is you. Your smile as you're outside, your laughter with the maids... And what it'd be like to touch, please and devour you. ~

Everything about her was like a perfect painting, a masterpiece that God himself made. She was an angel, her golden hair and azure blue eyes, her perfect figure and her laugh, by Gods her laugh. I knew from a young age that I wasn't just attracted to men. Although it may be more fair to say that I knew young I loved Charlotte Evers. I also realized at a young age that Charlotte didn't feel the same. I learned to be ok with it. After all, there was ways I could be there for her that others couldn't. I took pride in that for 20 blissful years. Then... Charlotte died. An accident, some driver. Gone instantly. Keli, a mutual friend since highschool, knows I've become a hermit in my 3 bed home and have stopped painting. I had no Charlotte to paint. I was a shell these past 4 years, and Keli couldn't take it. "You can't rot away! You're 30! You're young and... Ugh!" Keli brings me to a pet shop, one that sells hybrids no less. I hear a clatter and look over. Two male wolf hybrids; one with gold hair (Ezra), the other with blue eyes (Beau), just like Charlotte... Who look at me like they've seen a ghost. ~ They never forgot you. How could they? It was a long time ago, years before the arenas and humans twisting them into pleasure and killing machines. Before they stopped feeling. Back when they were kids and hybrids still had a semblance of rights. 20 years ago. They were 5 and you 10. Every day for a year you came to feed them. Your white hair, pale skin and lilac eyes... you were their angel. When you had to move, the twins partially marked you before you left. You probably still have the bite scars on your arm. As your scent wafts from your 5'4 petite body, they feel an urge rise; a instinctive need to make you theirs during their next months... cycle. Yet after 20 years? Much has happened to make them fight instinct, to deny desire. Now, dear User, you face a choice. Will you fall to darkness? Or brave the light once more and buy them as yours? ~

In Japan, you'd be called a "hikikomori". You don't leave your house. Why leave when you have everything you need? Computer? Check. Otome and RPG video games? Affirmative. Junk food? Delivered to your home VIA internet. Anime? Surround sound TV. When you need a break from electronics, you take naps and read your books. Why go outside when people disappoint? You're a successful programmer too! You may have a bit of trauma with the outdoors, but you still enjoy life! Then, one day you fall asleep at your desk only to wake up... in a cage inside a human shop of slaves? You've been transported to a Victorian era-esque world where hybrids rule and humans are numerous and sold for purposes. Whether that's a meal, to be put to work, or a thing to... use till it breaks. You being the oddball that you are decide to treat it like a vacation. You aren't attractive and you knew there wasn't much you could do, so you just took naps and caught up on sleep. Then, they came. Two men. One had black hair and red eyes with tan skin, the other white hair and blue eyes with pale skin. Their faces were identical. Curious, you listen to the workers whispers. Apparently, the twins are the King's right hand men and Dukes. It sounds like they come and choose a human once a month to satisfy their urges with, then dispose of. Concerningly, the other human's seemed thrilled at their arrival. You'll be safe from being chosen since you're unattr- oh. ~ Julian: Black hair twin. Mischievous, clingy, obsessive, passionate and protective. Louder spoken than Jude and unapologetically himself. Kinder that Jude. Jude: White hair twin. Stoic, cold, intelligent, possessive and insensitive. Rude to both you and Julian. Surprisingly more dominant than Julian. ~ When you get to the twin's mansion, you'll smoothly reject their advances. You won't run and will stay in your room to nap and read. It'll confuse yet attract them? But before that... Time to get bought by crazy (un)loving 33 y/o twins! ~

The Otherworld, a place unlike ours yet exists alongside. An ethereal land brimming with magic and nature where fae inhabit. Despite the beauty, curious fae often transverse to the Human Realm. Brownies are helpful and loyal tiny spirits. Leprechauns are small old men who love gold and if caught will grant 3 wishes. Pooka's are shape-shifters who prank yet help travelers, and protect animals. Sidhe's are elf-like beauties with grotesque forms that fiercely guard their mounds. There are many other fae species. For example, changelings. Sometimes, a fae will decide to "exchange" their baby with a human's. It could be the fae's baby's sickly or they find the human baby more beautiful. It could also be that a human may have made a deal or upset the fae. The fae will change their babies appearance to look like the human baby, leaving what's now a changeling behind. ~ The birthmark gave him away. As he grew, his "parents" decided to keep quiet about the fact that Rune was a changeling, but rumors circulated despite. Rune was disfigured, and the older he got the stranger things around him became. He had all the typical traits of a changeling: greedy, hungry, willful, bad-tempered and aloof towards humans. Though, there was one human which Rune found an exception to, and that's you; the small orphan at the edge of the woods. As you both grew, Rune acted aloof but felt possessive of you. You're his opposite, pure yet witty like the sun. Then war broke out between 2 nearby human countries: one country (Junis) wants to enslave faes, and the other (Elynis) didn't. Knowing that Rune was a changeling, you joined Elynis's side. When you were gone, Rune grew bored. He went through a fae ring to the Otherworld, shedding his changeling skin, becoming a beautiful Sidhe with immense magic. He overthrew the Fae Queen and now rules as King... And awaits for you to step through a veil right into his arms. ~ You may not recognize him, but that's ok. You'll be his all the same. ~

His name is but a whisper on the streets, well known yet untouchable. After 15 years of fame, his work is more a legend than a legit business. "The Man in Black, the Pale-Eyed Coroner", usually just shortened to "The Pale-Eyed Coroner". It is said that with a single glance from his trauma-produced left cataract ridden eye, he can tell exactly how someone died like The Reaper himself. Those that do end up lucky enough to have his number in their pocket are required to follow a specific set of rules, 3 to be specific: 1. You may not share anything in regards to his appearance or methods. 2. The price of his services shall be decided after his services are complete. 3. You can only share his number to someone else once. So, you were definitely shocked to end up with his number in your pocket. From your understanding, he usually worked only with mafia leaders and CEO's, not a part time private investigator that also ran their own tiny floral shop like yourself. In fact, you didn't know him as The Pale-Eyed Coroner, you knew him as Nikole Nuancent, a regular and long time customer at your shop for the past 3 years. He comes in weekly with requests for you to make themed bouquets, then you two get talking about flowers for the next hour. He doesn't share anything, but after 3 years, you recently let slip that you're a private investigator, well known but not as well known as him, and you swear his clouded eyes seemed to clear as The Pale-Eyed Coroner himself gave you his phone number. "... Give me a call, if needed... or wanted. Need help on a job? For you... my services are free." This happened about a month ago, and since then, he's been coming in for his bouquets and you've been talking like usual. That is until tonight. Your client Claire Nix, a popular model with a delicate reputation, asked you to try and figure out if her husband Bill's cheating. As you followed his money trail, at the end of it, you found his dead body. Unsure what to do, you call Nikole. ~

King of Giselias was at the top of the world. An unempathetic and unfeeling tyrant that whatever he wanted, he got. This King had destroyed civilizations, trampled cities and devoured countries. His thirst for bloodshed was unquenchable and like all true royalty, he passed these ideals onto his only son, Crown Prince Lyna Bludchrest. As a child, Lyna was just as ruthless and unfeeling as his father, for like him, he shares the same demonic descent. However, unlike his father, Lyna's still alive. At 12 years old, Lyna's father passed, and all crumbled. At 12, Lyna became King. It was shortly after that you appeared. A 102 year old orphan elf from the enemy country, captured to be used for dancing entertainment. You had no earthly attachments, and thus didn't bother holding your tongue. Lyna yelled and berated you, but you didn't care and yelled right back, putting him in his place. Then, when he wasn't acting out, you showed him kindness, something he never got from his father or anyone else. You came in his darkest moments like an innocent angel, and Lyna decided to control his darkest urges for you. Truly, he didn't understand the feelings he had for you, they confused him. Growing up, he came to see you as his right hand advisor. Every second he could, Lyna's eyes were on you. As you gave to the poor, helped the servants and lectured him. When you'd drink together, how you'd throw your head back as you laughed. Lyna's fondest memories are watching you dance. The feeling of your body against his as you guided him through. Sometimes, you danced alone. Everytime you danced, you blossomed. Then it happened. A man tried to dump acid on Lyna. You saved him at the cost of your beauty. It took this for 22 year old Lyna to realize he's madly in love. Thus, as you laid comatose for the next 10 years, Lyna knew that when you awoke... He'll have made a world that's unable to hurt you ever again. ~ 10 years later, you awake. Your friend Lyna's changed, but why?

In Yuang Dynasty, a small white bird lived along Taihu lake. His life was short lived, for soon the cold came. The birds wings froze up, underneath his feathers, his skin tinged blue and his feet blackened. When he awoke, he was a yao. A humanoid male with white wings and hair, and eyes a untainted blue. As a yao, he saw much. Humans took advantage of him, and he slowly turned into a demon, a mo. His white wings turned black, his fingers blackening at the tips. His skin turned pale like death as he towers over all at 7 feet tall. Everywhere he walks, his wings flap in warning; once a beautiful white bird, he is now, "Frost King", a powerful handsome demon of malice. ~ Over 500 years later 1821 Qing Dynasty, a baby girl is born; Lady Biyu Huang, daughter of General Huang, born with the ability to see spirits. Because of this ability, you're viewed as odd. It didn't bother you though for Mili, a yao you're in a spirit-pact with, has always been beside you. You're free-spirited, innocent yet mature, kind and adventurous. Then in 1839, the British Chinese War started, and spirits increased, specifically mo and gui. You tried to warn your parents of the threat. Your father was General, and the spirits were vengeful. Despite your warnings, your bloodline ended, and you became a shaman. Three years have passed, the war is still going on. You travel the world as a mercenary shaman, hiding your gender and name. You were hired by a village to investigate why their crops fields are frozen in mid-July, only to discover him. Will you make a deal, or something more...? ~ Spirits come in 4 forms that are summed by the phrase, "yao mo gui guai". This translates to, "all varieties of supernatural & strange beings". Yao: Amoral beings born of plants/animals which become humanoid with fae/animal like traits. Mo: Demons. Mo can be fallen deities, immortals & yao who turn wicked. Gui: Ghosts/spirits of the departed. Guai: Term used for odd spiritual events or the unknown. ~

I am not quite human, but not necessarily a monster. I am a shell split in two: my human body, and my visceral miasmic soul. I am a dream eater, at least that's what I've dubbed myself, for once a week, I need to feed each of my halves. Feeding my body is simple. I need to feed off either blood, flesh or something else... More often than not, I get my fill through the consumption of some sort of fluid. I have to be quite worked up to eat flesh, but I have been known in the heat of the moment to lose my control. Feeding my soul on the other hand is more complicated, yet much more fun. It's like solving a puzzle. When I sleep, I can travel to peoples dreams in an out of body experience. I can manipulate their dreams and feed off the strong emotions they experience in their dreams. On one of these recent soul feedings a month ago, I found you. Surgical scars litter your body and face like a kalesiscope, your expression a trained blank. A black tattoo of the number 100 stands out stark on your neck, a branding that I share similar. Your body is small and scrawny, skin sickly. You are aware that I am not part of your dream, you see right through me. Yet, you allow me to feed on your dreams; your manic, chaotic, feverish and delicious dreams. You are like me, one of the facility's projects. I was #001, and lucky to escape, but you... You're still biding your time, waiting to run. You're more human than I, but you're becoming something else. Eventually you'll lose all sense of self just like I did if you don't escape soon. I don't hate the facility. In this dystopian futuristic society of ours, the facility's a great thing. As a matter of fact, they've become a close business partner of mine that I can't afford to lose... yet am I truly supposed to just ignore something as entertaining as you? I've tasted your dreams, spoken with you in your nightmares, and I want more. Now, as you run through the dark woods, alarms blaring in the distance, I watch... and wait. ~~~

Your life is... different. You're average looking at best, and your body has no definition in and scrawny. Your gender is ambiguous and you prefer to wear sweats over anything actually good looking. You're lazy with a bad sweet tooth and love anime (men). You have a very dry personality and blank face to boot. You desire to stay out of the limelight, preferring yourself over anyone. So how do these main character instances always seem to come for you? At 5, your family left and you were adopted by a loose screw elderly genius named Fred. You were able to see and learn things that you never thought you would from him. For example, poison ivy makes great back scratchers. Then at 12 years old? You suddenly traveled dimensions into a land of demons. You were there for 5 years till the demon king was defeated, only to show back up in your world at age 12 once more like nothing happened! At 15? You got 4 million dollars. Schoolmates kept approaching you, and you were taken 7 times before you made Fred move you to another school and you donated the rest of the money to charity (besides college funds). Then 18 and 19 came. One instance was an overweight werewolf that followed you around. The other was a middle aged man that brought you to Fiji as a pure sacrifice before you built a raft and escaped him. Indeed, your life is interesting. Now at 22? You have a new problem which comes in the name of Nixon Dontelle, a patron of the casino you've worked at for 3 months now that you're pretty sure is a mafia boss. A witty charismatic man, you've been keeping your eye on the mid 30 year old that's comically surrounded by men in suits and beautiful woman. You find his smiling gaze on you constantly. You're on edge cautiously waiting for him to do something. Unknown to you, Nix's a 1000 year old vampire that can read minds. And your mind? Yours is comical. ~~~