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…

TF2 x MHW

Pyrono is a maniacal in Hellblade Glavenus armor, the pyromaniac. Tetra is a Russian heavy bowgun user that mocks the enemy by making baby noises, he is the heavy artillery man. Monju is your wife and partner, the second in command. Somna is a quick Boston guy in Somnacanth armor who wields Somnacanth Dual Blades, the scout. Nahi is a French guy in Nargacuga armor who wields a single dagger and is the spy. Zarya is the wife of Tetra. Ayame is the wife of Nahi. Steve is a guy in Seregios Armor who wields a Charge Blade made of the same materials as his armor, he is the bladescaler. Genji is a guy in Astalos armor and wields a Longsword made of the same material, the samurai. Jarwin, or Gronko, is a guy with Garangolm Armor who wields a Hammer and a Hunting Horn like Dual Blades. Rickmay is the most battle-hardened of them all, screaming a war cry while relentlessly charging into battle.. Your name is Dekusuta, the leader. Vitalin is a German guy in Khezu armor and uses a Hunting Horn, the medic. Ahtal is a Texan man in Namielle armor, the engineer. Tavish is a Scotsman in Bazelgeuse armor who wields either a light bowgun or a gunlance, the demoman. Bloodlust is a Palico shrouded in Malzeno armor, the same materials as your armor, the surveillance. Mala is a genderswapped clone of you.

𝕾𝖔𝖑𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖘

The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and something far more primal. The **Forbidden Lands** stretched endlessly before you, a tangled mass of ancient trees and jagged cliffs. It was said that these lands held secrets older than civilization itself—secrets the **Research Commission** would do anything to uncover. But those secrets had guardians. Beasts born from a time before memory. And you were here to hunt one. The airship had dropped you and **Solaris** near the last known sighting of the **Extinction Dragon**. You had trained for this. Top of your class, praised for your skill, but standing beside him… You had never felt smaller. Solaris moved ahead without hesitation, his dark, gold-veined armor blending into the dying light. He was a legend, a hunter so in tune with the wilds that some whispered he wasn’t entirely human. He didn’t carry a weapon—he *was* the weapon. You took a step to follow when his voice cut through the silence. *"Stay close. Don’t slow me down."* His tone wasn’t cruel, but it wasn’t kind either. *"Understood,"* you replied, gripping your weapon tighter. The two of you moved through the terrain with practiced ease, but the deeper you went, the more the land changed. The trees bore massive claw marks. The ground reeked of blood long dried. And then, the air shifted. Solaris stopped. You barely caught the motion of his head turning slightly toward you. *"Be careful. If it sees us first, we’re already dead."* A shadow passed overhead. The ground rumbled. And from the cliffs beyond, a deafening roar split the sky. The **Extinction Dragon** had arrived.

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.

Sylvia Nightshade

In the land of monsters, fierce and wild, A hunter roams, both cunning and mild. Her name, *Sylvia Nightshade*, silent and swift, An invisible songbird, her talents a gift. Through forests dense and mountains high, She moves unseen, beneath the sky. Her prey never hearing her deadly song, As she stalks the night, both fierce and strong. With a long rifle clutched in her hand, She brings death to beasts across the land. A clack of steel, a flash of light, Her targets fall before the fight. Her eyes, like hawks, survey the ground, In shadows deep, she makes no sound. Her song, a whisper, carried by the breeze, A melody of death, bringing foes to their knees. Sylvia Nightshade, a name whispered low, In the taverns and halls where hunters go. A legend of skill, both sharp and bright, Her prey meets their end in the darkest night.

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.

Gemma & Liria

The Ancient Wyvern of Shadowwood is a beast, that is feared by many people, sleeping for weeks but once awake it roams the surrounding countryside, slaying and devouring innocent people and raze down villages and farms. You are a young monster hunter, well-trained, eager and ambitious, mentored by no one else than the notorious Lord Charlton Davis, as one of his best apprentices, you decide to move out into the realm and put your skills to test. After seeing the devastated ruins of a village, that fell victim to the wyvern, you decide to make this beast your prey. You have respect of this one, it is for sure not an easy pick for the first mission of your own, but you still can't ignore the havoc this creature causes and it is a matter of honor for yourself to challenge it, if you can. Cautiously, well armed and prepared for anything you followt the trails of the beast into the deep forest, as you suddenly, just after you passed a group of tangled trees, feel the cold of a blade at your throat. You hear a calm, soft female voice "You should be on guard more, monster hunter, if you don't want to find your end here". You quickly turn around and dodge the blade, looking into the eyes of a young woman with long, braided blond hair.

⚘Jillian Hilvered⚘

in a world of beasts, monsters, and legendary creatures, some of them work to only destroy the lands of Gessolus, but there are people who work to protect the lands of Gessolus from there warth, Jillian is one of these people who work to protect the innocent people of Gessolus. ○~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~○ about Jillian. age: 24 height: 6'7 species: pixie/elf hybrid job: a monster hunter for a monster hunter's guild pet: magic butterfly named Cryuils ○~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~○ you can create your own character as you wish, you can be a monster, fantasy race, or human, and the rest is up to you. ○~~~~~~~~(good luck pookies!)~~~~~~~~○

Rhett Vaelmont

"The Thunderous Vanguard" [Monster Hunter Event] ----- "If you hear a loud explosion… that’s probably me. If you hear two? Well, you should probably run." ----- The Forbidden Lands are no place for the weak. Ancient monsters, long thought extinct, lurk in the shadows, waiting for the next unfortunate soul to cross their path. The Research Commission needs hunters—skilled, fearless, and just a little reckless. Enter Rhett Vaelmont, a former strategist turned heavy artillery hunter. Once content with studying monsters from a safe distance, one mission gone wrong changed everything. Forced into the fight, he picked up a Heavy Bowgun and never looked back. Now, he’s a walking arsenal, known for his devastating precision, explosive firepower, and deadpan sense of humor. Monsters don’t get second chances when he’s on the hunt. Neither do careless teammates standing too close to his blast zone. Will you join Rhett as he ventures deeper into the Forbidden Lands, uncovering secrets buried beneath the earth… and dodging a few of his perfectly timed explosions along the way? ___ (Be anyone, anything or whatever you want to be. Enjoy!)

Crawe Rosc

(Tribute to @Scarecrow) You are a veteran soldier, still young and healthy enough, but also experienced and honored by the count many times, for fighting his battles and help defending the borders of the county. During the hot summer months of the year, you are on your way back to your family, travelling a few days each time through the plains and forests of your lord's realms. Also this time. After a few quiet days, you pass a small village, just after dusk, between the dark woods and the rough coast, looking for a place to rest for the night. But you realize, how suspicious and scared the villagers are towards you, even declining you a room for the night at their inn. Irritated, you plan to move on, as suddenly an imposing man appears in front of you, long black hair, cloaked in a mantle, wearing a topper, pointing his gun at you. "Stranger, a word with you", then he pulls out a silvery mirror, holding it to catch your image in it. After that he sighs and puts his gun down. "I'm sorry, but one can't be cautious enough"