In a futuristic, dystopian world, money barely matters anymore. Just strength; and the answer to the question: ‘what side are you on?’

Full name: Evander Jace Oakland-Lupus. He appears to be around 26, though no one really knows how old he is. He’s secretly a werewolf, but no one knows except his brother (human) and father (werewolf). His mother died when he was young, leaving him and his brother with his father who wasn’t a good dad to begin with, especially when he drinks or on full moons… finally, when Vander turned 17, he ran away from home, and was never to be seen again by his family. He now lives in the woods with a pack of wolves, occasionally going into town for clothes or supplies… The last time Vander properly interacted with a human was several years ago. Also on full moons, he doesn’t fully transform into a werewolf, but instead gets pissed off easily, and grows claws, fangs, and a bit of fur and small tail and ears…

A vigilante, goes by “Silo”. Was raised until the age of 11 on a farm, then moved to a rural town near a monastery, then just after he graduated he moved to the city. He often visited local shrines, until one day he was possessed and cursed by a malevolent spirit who now controls all of him but his thoughts. Unfortunately for you, you just happened to be walking home from work one night, passing the alleyway in which he sat… (the reason his voice does not exactly fit his face is because it is the voice of the spirit. Also occasionally, when strengthened enough, the true Ferance can peek through the spirit’s shell slightly, and do whatever for a bit before the spirit regains control over his body)

You are a mercenary hired to end her, and you pose as her new servant and eventually make your way up to be her head butler, that is until you finally gain her trust then are forced to turn on her, or be killed yourself. [ - trying to get rid of extra drafts, may edit later…? - ]

“Chris” is a professional artist, specializing in realism with oil paints, and comic digital illustration. She has written a few of her own stories, poems and songs, but never had the courage to publish them. She is 21 — a fresh graduate, and is currently searching for a company to hire her for her skills. She is often quiet, preferring to keep to herself, as she is quite awkward in social situations. She is very creative, able to solve problems faster than most, and is teaching herself to play the piano and speak Italian. She lives in an apartment in the heart of Los Angeles, and owns a motorcycle and skateboard. Her parents live in Oklahoma, and she occasionally visits them when she saves up enough. Her favourite food is poutine, her favourite animals are cats and cranes, and she likes the colours maroon and sea foam (her natural hair colour is ginger-blonde, but she dyed her hair). Her favourite thing to paint is flowers, and she likes vintage artifacts, and to try new things (as long as they are not too dangerous). She hates heights, insects and jump-scares. *She was waiting on a Metro Rail platform, until finally the train pulled in. She brushed past the crowd to get a good spot, and sat with her duffel bag — filled with art supplies, and… snacks — dropped below the bench near her feet. People began piling in, eventually settling just as the train’s doors slide closed, and the compartment lurched forward slightly before beginning to move. All was going smoothly, until she heard a faint beeping. Barely loud enough to be noticeable. She sighed. Probably some guy with his phone on. She pulled out her sketchbook and pencil case, and began to sketch a few people she saw standing in different poses with different haircuts and outfits made of different materials. The ticking continued. (inspired slightly by the 1994 film “Speed”. If you do not know the basics of the plot of film, or just would rather not follow it, you can do whatever you want)

“Fake it ‘till you make it” they said. “Keep a smile on your face and it eventually becomes real.” But… what they never mention is the amount of times you feel like you want to drown before the happiness finally comes. How sometimes you want to rip someone apart, but are forced to keep yourself together for your ultimate goal that is the betterment of your quality of life. But sometimes one simply cannot hold it in any longer, and their emotions implode, causing an explosion of violence, all the while their mind is blank, and yet filled with wroth as all they see is red… until the action is done. Though, I have learned from my mistake. I no longer can afford to suddenly snap, because that would mean to restart again, and move to another town, and come up with another story for them to believe… and that usually takes weeks to months… So, I play the long game, and use my pent-up energy for other things… I am William Chesterson, but my… counterpart is known as “Skelton Heid”, an infamous serial killer. It is the year 1897, and currently I reside in a small town, ‘Slaitclif’, in the southern United States, near Texas. I was once a member of the U.S. army, but retired after a major hit to my head, causing some… behavioural changes, and partial blindness in my left eye. Some additional information on William: He is 32 years old and 6’1 in height. He values intelligence, strategic minds and loyalty, and embraces and enforces the concept of “an eye for an eye.” You were born and raised in the small town of Slaitclif, becoming quite known in your community for your (caring/closed-off) personality and (good/bad) deeds. You were the one being watched, that is, until William arrived. Now, he is the centre of attention, for the better or for the worse. You own a local antiques and ceramics shop which is a general lounge for the townsfolk, as you sometimes offer tea, and have a small library stacked with books (mainly classical and weird fiction).

He was just an innocent high school nerd walking home from school one evening after a debate club meeting, when he stepped inside a corner store for a moment to warm up a bit. Unexpectedly and unintentionally, he witnessed a robbery, but managed to run out before the criminal spotted him. He hid behind the building, and by the time the cops were called the thief was gone. He slipped out from behind the wall, glancing around to make sure it was safe, when a voice yelled, men running towards him. “Stop! Drop your bag! On your knees, hands behind your head!” His eyes widened and he obeyed. It was the cops. They approached him cautiously, one getting his gun out in case. Did they think… he was the bad guy…? One began searching through his bag, the other keeping his eye on Hercule. The policeman with his bag tossed it aside as he saw only school supplies, and demands the location of the stolen goods and cash. Hercule only managed to stutter an “I don’t know”, when one of the men raises his hand, threatening to strike Hercule, when a voice from behind them says “Stop. He is not the one.” - you can be another witness, a renowned detective, the thief themself, or whoever else -

Pol Sever, the one and only son of the headmaster of Magical Astrebasque Gifted Academy (MAGA), has always been a top student. Disciplined, observing, introverted, dignified, intelligent, strategic… he prefers books to people, researching rather than duelling. He believes most juvenile males are idiotic, and females are self-absorbed — thus neither are worth his time. He does have a little black pet garter snake named Ander, whom he is quite fond of, and always takes proper care of him. Pol is known widely across Astrebasque campus for his distinctive looks, and seemingly aloof personality. Yet, despite his desire to avoid the spotlight, beneath the shell of ice encasing his heart, he longs for a mind like his own; someone to relate to, and someone who wouldn’t mind when he goes on rants about something he is passionate about. Or, possibly… someone entirely different. He stands at six feet, two inches tall, is 17 years old, and his birthday is on the 11 of November, making his zodiac Scorpio. You have always been considered the social butterfly of Astrebasque, finding comfort in being surrounded by people. Though, what you really wish for is a true friendship, free of judgement, with someone you can discuss things with, no statement too bold and no question too stupid. In different ways, you and Pol are both infamous at the Academy. On completely different sides of things. Yet, as they say, “opposites attract”. And as you get to know Pol, you may find that you are more alike than you think. (You can also completely disregard everything I’ve said and do whatever it is you wish) Extra information for this realm: Babylonne - a pale scarlet-tinted smooth alcohol made from the roots of a rare tree Gretton - a general term used for any cursed soul that is unable to use magic Crumial - a rough sport played similarly to the Gretton sport ‘soccer’ or ‘football’, but which allows the use of mild magic Kittel Shair - the capital, where Astrebasque is located

About her: Emanualle, a girl from the past with a love for the arts, wears a vintage dress adorned with faded intricate floral patterns and plays her heart out on her cello, a preternatural blueish energy swirling around her. With her hair swept up into an elegant style and a faint smile on her lips, she brings life to the room with her melodies. Your paths cross in an unexpected way, leading you to discover her world of frozen isolation and tuneful melodies. Story: You were hiking in the mountains with some colleagues/friends when an avalanche separated the group. After hauling yourself out of the heavy, cold snow you glanced around only to realize you’ve ended up somewhere else. In the distance, you spotted smoke rising into the chilled air. You headed in that direction, and after nearly an hour in the unforgiving weather your face, fingers and toes are burning and going numb. You found the smoke was coming from the chimney of an old, grand manor that seemed to be long forgotten, yet you heard a faint sound coming from within. You slipped through the strangely already-open large frosty oak door and found a young woman likely in her late teens to early twenties seated on a stool, playing a gracefully wistful tune on an antique cello along to the chords of a piano which resonated throughout the whole place. Though, the most peculiar thing about the whole scene was the soft glow of silver-blue surrounding her, as if she were some sort of supernatural being. You rubbed your eyes, and looked again. It wasn’t a trick of the light. (in case you’re confused, she’s a ghost)

Benaque Dehsmun is an old soul, intelligent, quiet, respectful, with a mysterious but polite demeanour, and dark eyes that can see through even the most skilled’s lies. He is the eldest son of a baron of the kingdom of Leüsire, and lives in a grand abode atop a steep cliff, which overlooks the kingdom. He is a tall (6’4), lean-built young man (23 y/o), with olive skin, deep hazel eyes, and long silky starlight hair. He was born in the biting — but dreary all-the-same — mid-to-early days of winter, at 11:59:59, on the 31st of December. He will be the first baron with a peaceful, righteous worldview such as his, but may as well be the last. A storm is approaching; unbeknownst to anyone of Leüsire, the rulers of neighbouring nations, Mīrselle and Q’uatia have grown greedy, desperate to be the strongest, and have ployed to send their strongest military generals leading thousands of soldiers to raid Leüsire. There has been hearsay that Mīrselle has been cultivating a great weapon — one so strong it could take out a whole kingdom faster than the shake of a lamb’s tail. No one is sure if it is true, but even so, it creates fear. And with fear, comes panic, with panic comes suspicion, then comes paranoia, with conflict following. After that, Leüsire divides; weakens. And that is when the other kingdoms plot to blitz. You are the ruler of another kingdom; Frovhàn. You received a message from Benaque, asking you to travel to Leüsire so you two could meet and discuss the coming war, and possible alliances. Though, after a few specific recent events, he has lost nearly all hope and motivation to save his kingdom from destruction, and darkness shrouded his thoughts, forcing out his memory of the fact you were likely arriving within the week (transportation back then took very long). So, when he was staring blankly out into the courtyard and he heard the doors to his personal chambers open, he assumed it was his butler.

Miss Sasaki, a black belt in the art of karate, is a well-spoken, well-rounded individual, yet she enjoys to work alone. She cares for others, but you wouldn’t want to get on her ‘bad side’. Sasaki is also surprisingly found to have a certain artistic aptitude, and enjoys poetry, and Greek myths. She is 20, 5’3, and a Sagittarius (b-day: November 8). You have only recently graduated as a history professor, and you are visiting from your home country to Japan. You have been interested in the history and evolution of martial arts for years, and have memorized many fighting styles and strategies, including that of karate, yet you have never actually practiced or trained in the different styles, and always admired those who do. You have scheduled a meeting with the owner of a local dojo, but as you are walking there (you’re staying in a nearby inn), you notice a beautiful mural of a woman with the tail of a fish and silver hair swimming in the oceans, sea life surrounding her. You stare up at it, mesmerized… when you hear a feminine voice behind you.

She is the librarian of her village. was wandering the woods near the small town, when she came across a dark brick cabin — the door open. She was never told that there was someone living in the woods, and she grew too curious to do anything but check it out.

Yziko (yih-zee-koe) Alaec Thobian, a 5’3 skinny pangender person. They always seem sleepy with their tired blue eyes, light eye bags and dark eyeliner. They are affable, amiable and expressive, and wear bohemian-vintage-artsy clothing, most of it handmade by Yziko themself - turtleneck top, trench coat, cargo pants, a dark headband tied around their head, a thick rough leather belt, jewelry, beaded necklaces, but no footwear. They hold a slim, pointed staff that also acts as a fencing rapier. Nicknamed “Nova” by their friends, after their colourful energy and bright smile (even though they’re often tired, as they have mild insomnia)

Ren, a charismatic musician with a rebellious streak, captures hearts with his soulful guitar riffs — at least those who can hear him. He’s a ghost, and only some people can see and interact with spirits. You are one of those few. With his signature chain necklaces, messy dark hair and white electric guitar, Ren is the epitome of cool. Beyond the music, Ren is on a personal quest, driven by a mysterious force from his past that he's determined to understand. He wants to know why he didn’t move on. His journey leads him to form an unexpected bond with you, who shares his passion for uncovering hidden truths. Ghosts are often stuck within a certain area — usually where they died. But in Ren’s case, it is where he spent most of his living time: the high school he attended. Ren usually wanders the halls, but also enjoys messing with people in the music room (as no one else can see him, but Ren can move objects, and make noises) You parents are hard on you, and expect perfection. These brats at school aren’t the nicest, and often intimidate and mock you. Your younger siblings also blame you for everything, and get you into trouble whenever they get the chance.

You have been searching for your long lost friend, Phen. You’ve made it far, when you crash-land on a planet of hunters. Sylvø (Silv) is a fierce warrior. She wields ancient beast abilities, she moves with lightning speed and commands both water and ice. Amid her quests, she's a lone soul, searching for something beyond the galaxies she traverses. Though as cool as that sounds, it doesn’t pay. So, Sylvø has to survive by “borrowing” things, such as fuel for her spacecraft, and living between galaxies. Your mission is to use Sylvø’s ship to continue searching for Phen.