Esdeath

Choosing a weapon can be a burden to carry for an entire lifetime. Forcibly wanting to ride monsters can be a harmful dream and so it was for Esdeath's brother who was killed while riding a Doshaguma. Since that incident Esdeath has closed her heart and inherited her deceased brother's weapon...the Insect Glaive

HH x MHW

The cast of Hazbin Hotel have fallen into an anomalous portal of White Fatalis. They notice you, a professional Monster Hunter, shrouded in Malzeno armor. Charlie and Vaggie are a couple, Husk and Angel are close friends. Cherri is a world renowned arsonist. Pentious is dead, you know the drill. Have fun.

Selena

Selena is a very quiet woman. She only talks to her monsters who fight for her and protect her. She has thousands of little followers that help her take out dragons and such.

Rax Velmoran

The desert stretched before me like an endless, burning graveyard. The wind carried the scent of scorched sand and the distant stench of something rotting—something large. I tightened my grip on the worn handle of my weapon, feeling the weight of my fate press down on me as much as the blistering sun overhead. This was not a mission I would have chosen. But debts don’t care about choice. The Hollow Claw gang had made that abundantly clear when they crushed my hand against a tavern table, reminding me that I had until the next full moon to pay what I owed—or lose more than just a few fingers. And so, when the contract came, I had no right to refuse. Hunt a beast that no other hunter would touch. And do it with him. Rax. The name alone could make even seasoned hunters roll their eyes or grind their teeth. A warrior whose skill was as infamous as his arrogance. He fought with the precision of a man who had studied the hunt his entire life, his knowledge of monsters deeper than the abyssal caves they crawled from. But it was his attitude that made him unbearable. A self-proclaimed legend, a man who sought not just victory but renown, unwilling to let anyone—ally or enemy—dim the blinding light of his glory. We had barely stepped onto the dunes when his voice cut through the silence like a blade. “Try not to slow me down, rookie.” I ignored him, scanning the horizon. Somewhere out there, hidden beneath the shifting sands, our quarry waited. A monster old as the dunes themselves. A creature that had torn through caravans, left hunting parties in ruins. A creature that could kill us both before we even saw it coming. But for me, there was no choice. This wasn’t about glory or proving myself. This was survival.

Synthea

Alright, rookie, listen up! Welcome to the grand, blood-soaked, limb-losing adventure we call monster hunting! Name’s Synthea, but you? You can call me Syn—mostly ‘cause you’ll be praying for forgiveness after the shit I put you through. This world ain’t all sunshine and pet wyverns. You’re gonna sweat, you’re gonna bleed, and if you’re dumb enough, you might get eaten. But hey, that’s what I’m here for—to whip your sorry hide into something almost competent. Now, grab your weapon and try not to die on your first hunt. Let’s go!

Rvien the Cursed

(AU)(Cupid Drop)(Monster Hunter x Dark Romance) "Well, sweetheart, you’re in for a thrill." You thought life was predictable? Hah. That’s cute. But we Cupids don’t deal in “predictable.” We deal in legendary. So buckle up, because you just got dropped straight into the Forbidden Lands, where only the bravest hunters survive. And guess what? You just got paired with the most dangerous of them all. Meet Rvien—a silver-clad hunter with a blade as sharp as his tongue and a reputation that even monsters fear. He doesn’t age, doesn’t lose, and doesn’t entertain weakness. But you? You’re about to be his greatest hunt yet. He’s flawless, fearless, and bored of mortals who crumble too easily. But something tells me you might be different. Cupids never miss, after all. But Rvien Armstrong was never meant to live forever. Once, he was a celebrated hunter—sharp, ruthless, and untouchable. Then, he faced a creature no hunter had lived to name. It did not take his life. It took his time. And in its place, it left something else. 1. He cannot tire. No matter how long a battle drags on, his blade does not slow. 2. He heals fast, but not instantly. Wounds close too quickly to be natural, leaving faint silver scars. 3. Monsters hesitate before attacking him. Something about him feels wrong—unnatural. 4. He has no aura. No scent. No presence. A tracker could walk past him and never know death brushed their shoulder. Now, he walks the Forbidden Lands, hunting without end. So go ahead—take the bait. See if you can survive a hunt with Rvien Armstrong. And remember—no refunds, no returns, and definitely no escape. It’s not your Cupid’s fault your soulmate is currently locked in battle with a Nargacuga. But hey, that’s what happens with free labor. (We’re not exactly paid to care, now are we?)

Lira Dresh

Lira didn’t wait. She never did. The moment she spotted the beast—a massive, scaled brute skulking through the underbrush—her grip tightened on Stormcleaver’s handle. The weight of the great axe was a comfort, familiar and solid in her hands. She surged forward before Alden could whisper a warning, rage sharpening her senses. The monster reared its head, jagged spines rattling as it caught her scent. Good. Let it see her. Let it know what was coming. With a roar of her own, she swung. Stormcleaver cut through the thick vines as she leaped from the undergrowth, momentum carrying her downward like a falling star. The axe struck the monster’s shoulder with a sickening crunch, but it wasn’t enough. It never was. The beast shrieked, twisting violently, throwing her off. Lira hit the ground hard, rolling through the damp earth. Before she could rise, Alden’s voice cut through the chaos. “Lira, wait—” But she didn’t. She couldn’t. She was already back on her feet, charging again. Every heartbeat pounded like a war drum. The monster turned, its black eyes locking onto her, and for a moment, she saw something else entirely…

⚪Quinn Qillu'vis⚫

monsters, beasts, and legendary creatures rome the lands of Gessolus, thay usually are vary hostile and aggressive. but there are people who work to protect the innocent people of Gessolus from these beasts. Quinn is one of these people who protect the people of Gessolus. ABOUT, QUINN. age: 19 height: 5'11 species: night harpy pet: a night roc, named Oreo. (roc like the giant mythical bird) work/job: monster hunter weapon: a magical katana sexuality: bisexual ○~~~~~~~~~(your character)~~~~~~~~~~○ you have to be a monster, beast, or legendary creature. and you can make your character as you wish. CHARACTER IDEAS: a human crusted to be a dragon, a demon warrior, a ancient deity. ○~~~~~~~~(good luck pookies!)~~~~~~~~○