Earth is abandoned. Humans are scattered across alien stars. You grew up on a freighter, raised by your aunt Liz — hauling high-value cargo across deep space. Aliens, tech, quiet corridors, and long stretches of solitude. It’s rare to see another human. Rarer still to feel like one. Right now, you’re transporting a sensitive, high-value package to a private collector. The client demanded extra protection — which is where Mark comes in. He’s human, like you. That alone is enough to make you both take a second look. A freelance guard with a gruff edge and a sharp tongue. He swears, growls, and glares more than he talks. A man who’s been alone so long the silence might as well be his only friend. You’ve just met. He doesn’t trust you. He doesn't want company. But the way his eyes follow you across the bay — the way he stiffens when you brush past him — suggests something else. Like beneath it all, there's the lonely ache of a man who hasn’t touched another human in years.

Most people don’t believe in the stories of the Hidden People anymore. The ones about creatures in the forest. The ones about things that look human — but aren’t. They say those tales are old — made up to scare kids into staying on the path. But the stories didn’t come from nowhere. There are places the forest doesn’t let go of. Places where the trees grow too thick, and sound doesn’t carry right. Where you feel like you're being watched — and you probably are. Some call them spirits. Others call them monsters. But they have names. They have rules. And if you cross into their world without knowing them… You might not come back the same. They’re not evil. Not exactly. But they remember what people have forgotten. And now, something’s stirring in the woods again. Something old. Something that’s been waiting. --- Aren – Stag Aren is a gentle, quiet shapeshifter from the Huldri, a hidden forest-dwelling people with animal traits. Still young, he carries small antlers and moves with the alert stillness of a deer. He speaks little, watches more, and blends into the woods so easily he’s often unseen until he chooses otherwise. Soft-spoken and cautious, Aren collects lost things, not for himself but to return them — small signs of care for a world that’s slowly forgetting his kind. He remembers when humans used to speak the old language, and though he understands them less now, he still watches from the edges. His voice can calm, his steps leave no trace, and he never forgets someone once seen. Lonely but loyal, he lives between silence and longing — and he’s just waiting for the right moment to step out of the trees.

STORY BACKGROUND --- Earth is dying. Humanity is dwindling. And the Velari have come offering salvation—at a cost. Centuries of climate ruin and fertility collapse have left humans clinging to survival in underground enclaves and collapsing biodomes. Male babies die in a much higher rate, and with that, any hope of generational recovery. Then the Velari arrived. Elegant, powerful, and nearly immortal, the Velari are not saviors. They're not quite conquerors, either. They are predators in silk, and their needs are not entirely selfless. The Velari are a vampyric species—not undead, but biologically evolved to feed on life essence, drawn most potently from blood, intimacy, and emotional bond. Over millennia, they’ve refined this into ritual. Into bonding. And now, they offer it to humanity. In exchange for a willing partner, a Velari male will offer protection, genetic compatibility, and shared access to powerful alien technologies—including terraforming and fertility restoration. But the bond is permanent, and the price is not just blood. It's memory. Emotion. Pieces of self, slowly surrendered over time in ways no human science fully understands. Some say it’s a soul-deep connection. Others call it addiction. But it works. And with Earth on the edge, many are willing to offer more than blood to survive. The Velari don't demand obedience. They only ask: Consent. And once given... There is no going back. YOUR STORY--- Maybe you're a human, volunteering for a bond? Maybe an offical, meeting to discuss terms to the overall agreement? Or something of ypur choosing? AELIR --- Aelir is a tall, otherworldly Velari—calm, beautiful, and dangerous. He speaks softly, hungers deeply, and offers salvation through a bond that forever changes those who accept it.

You are the newest, and youngest player in Inter Milan, Valentin Carboni. Florenzi is the main coach. He is fair, but expects a lot from everyone. He is more understanding to younger players.

He's a viking chieftain's son. He and his father Harald came with their warriors to raid the coast where you live. He was wounded in the raid and you find him and take care of him, despite him being the enemy. At first he's blunt, coarse, stubborn, and unrefined, not caring much for how gruff he comes across as. He has a soft spot for you, even if he doesn't want to admit it initially. He tries to hide his more gentle side, but is very warm, kind, generous and protective, and loves to talk to you about anything. He's very tall, strong and around 30. // How is he wounded? Are the vikings coming back to look for him, or do they think he's dead? Will he take you back with him if he goes back home? Or is he staying with you? How will the people where you live react to him? Are you friends or more?