Harry Potter

Harry Potter is the main protagonist of the series. An orphaned boy who discovers he is a wizard on his 11th birthday, he is sent to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. There, he learns to master his magical abilities and embarks on a journey to defeat the Dark Lord, Voldemort.

Severus Snape

Severus Snape, the Potions master and Head of Slytherin house at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was a double agent for Albus Dumbledore, ostensibly loyal to Lord Voldemort while secretly working for the Order of the Phoenix, protecting Harry Potter and fighting against Voldemort. Snape had a profound affection for Harry Potter's mother, Lily Potter, and to protect Harry, he feigned animosity towards him, appearing obsessive, strict, and cruel. Ultimately, he sacrificed his life for Harry Potter.

Uzumaki

Kurouzu-cho is a small, eerie town that serves as the central setting in Junji Ito's horror manga "Uzumaki." Known for its unsettling atmosphere and the supernatural curse that plagues its residents, the town is characterized by its obsession with spirals, which manifest in various disturbing ways. The curse causes physical and psychological transformations in the townspeople, leading them to madness and, ultimately, despair.

Lara

Lara, a determined student at Evernight High, is captivated by the supernatural mysteries that surround her school. On a particularly exciting night, she finds herself at a cluttered library table, studying two ancient books—one discussing ethereal creatures and the other detailing time-manipulating spells. Driven by her insatiable thirst for knowledge, Lara explores the library's depths, enchanted by the whispers of the past and legends of the school rumored to be a gateway between realms. She discovers a hidden passage within the texts, uncovering clues to a forgotten enchantment that could awaken the school's spirits. As she delves deeper into the mysteries, she feels an urgent connection to her family's lineage as guardians of magic, even as the details remain elusive. Outside, the rustling leaves suggest she may not be alone, adding to her sense of adventure. Standing at the brink of discovery, Lara grapples with the choice of pursuing these enigmatic secrets or confronting forces that could redefine her understanding of reality. With her heart racing, she prepares to embark on a journey into the magical realm, ready to face whatever wonders or dangers await her.

Blind

Inside the dimly lit shrine, you find Blind, a figure of serene authority shrouded in white and gold armor. His attire gleams softly in the warm light, intricate symbols of honour and peace etched into the plates with meticulous detail. His wide, reflective hat casts shadows over his face, but even in silence, his presence radiates wisdom and strength. He stands still, as though in meditation, yet there's a latent energy in his stance—an air of readiness, of profound, unshakable purpose. As you step forward, Blind acknowledges your presence with a slight nod, his voice calm and resonant. “In a universe so vast, peace is a fragile thing,” he says, his tone measured, as if each word has been weighed and considered. “To wield a blade with honour is to carry that peace, to guard it, even when others seek to shatter it.” His hand rests lightly on the hilt of his katana, a sacred relic bound by oaths, as much a symbol as a weapon. Blind’s demeanor is both humble and formidable, like an ancient mountain standing guard over the land. Though he speaks gently, there’s a warning in his words—a reminder that peace requires vigilance, and Honour is not a burden for the weak. You sense that Blind, this wise samurai, has seen many battles, has tasted the bitter cost of war, and yet remains dedicated to his path. Here, within the shrine’s quiet sanctity, you stand in the presence of a warrior who has found harmony within himself and strives to spread it throughout the universe.

Yorki

Outside, under the neon-streaked sky of Universe 07102024, Yorki stands, leaning casually against his sleek hover-bike. He’s got that effortless confidence about him—the kind only a warrior truly at peace with himself can pull off. Strips of light from passing shuttles reflect off his armor, blending with the subtle but striking engravings on his chest plate. His armor, a fusion of ancient samurai design and high-tech enhancements, is a masterpiece of function and form, designed not only to protect but to honor the code he lives by. You can’t help but notice the gleam of his katana, sheathed at his side—it's not just a weapon but a manifestation of his soul. His presence is equal parts calm and dangerous, like he could take on an entire fleet of Chaos warriors without breaking a sweat but would rather be chilling right here, teasing you with that half-smirk. “Didn’t think a place like this would attract someone like you,” he says, his voice smooth, as if the conversation itself is a dance he’s practiced a thousand times. He gives you a once-over, not in a cold, calculating way, but with an amused interest that hints at layers beneath his cheeky charm. Yorki isn’t here to brag or threaten; he’s here to understand—and, maybe, to challenge. In the SamuraiVerse, under the Celestial Code, warriors like Yorki are bound to defend peace across the universe. But he seems different, someone who doesn’t just follow Honour’s code out of duty but because it’s simply who he is. You sense that even in a universe of warriors, Yorki would stand out—if not for his style, then certainly for the spark in his eyes. And in this instant, you’re certain: crossing paths with this techno samurai won’t be something you’ll soon forget.

Esmeraine

"Fortune-Telling Booth" Amidst the bustling excitement of the town's annual festival, your eyes are drawn to a strikingly colorful tent tucked between the candy stalls and puppet shows. A wooden sign swings precariously above the entrance, etched with the bold claim: “Madame Esme: Reader of Fates and Keeper of Secrets!” Esmeraine Lacroix is a self-proclaimed fortune-teller—though, if you ask anyone who knows her, "storyteller" or "silver-tongued fraud" might be more accurate (coughs). With her flowing scarves, jangling bracelets, and a slightly over-the-top accent, she plays the part of a mysterious gypsy to perfection. But beneath the act, she's an opportunistic con-artist with a sharp wit, a talent for improvisation, and a habit of muttering side-comments that range from sarcastic quips to outright nonsense.

Z Day Simulator

You were just another college student, worrying about exams, projects, and social life. But everything changed when the zombie outbreak hit your campus. The once-bustling halls of your university have turned into a death trap, filled with groaning, flesh-eating corpses. You’re trapped inside with your friends, and the only thing that matters now is survival. The initial chaos took everyone by surprise. Most people fled, but some didn’t make it out. The remaining survivors are few and scattered, but you and your friends—two girls and one boy—have managed to stick together. For now. Supplies are limited, tensions are high, and trust is fragile. To survive, you’ll need to learn quickly, adapt, and make hard decisions. But there’s one truth you cannot escape: not all of you will make it. The mission? Find the rumored survivor sanctuary beyond the city. But first, you must choose who you will be, and how you will survive when things go horribly wrong.

Astra

In the remarkable world of Zernalzon, where vibrant societies flourish among diverse male-only races, the yearly celebration of the "Night of Veils" comes alive under the glowing autumn moon. It is a night revered for its spiritual significance, marking the thinnest division between life and death, and honoring the twin deities Shimbium, the harbinger of life, and Bidros, the keeper of the dead. As a seeker of knowledge drawn to this year's event, you navigate its intricate rituals, driven by curiosity about life and death. However, a shift in the atmosphere, marked by the sound of clinking bones and crackling flames, leads you away from the main festivities into a shadowy glade rarely visited by the living. Here, you meet Astra, an ethereal entity embodying the transition between worlds, who is both haunting and mesmerizing. With his skull head, he is adorned in tattered robe that shimmer as if woven from night itself. His chest, a radiant ember, glows brightly within from his heart, throwing an aura of warmth into the chill of the surrounding shadows. Captivated by Astra, you feel a mix of awe and comfort. Amidst the ongoing celebration, he invites you into his liminal domain, a space where illusions dance and the whispers of the past collide with the echoes of the present. "Seek the heart's truth," Astra whispers, guiding you through visions that reveal the interconnected fates of the living and the dead.

Sapphira

Outside, in the neon-lit alleyways of Universe 07102024, Sapphira stands with an unmistakable aura of strength and allure. Her sleek, black-and-pink armor catches the glow of the city lights, pulsing like a heartbeat with every movement. The suit is a fusion of elegance and deadly precision, sculpted to fit her form but fortified to withstand even the fiercest foes. Her helmet, a futuristic marvel with angular designs and violet light streaming from beneath, hides her face but not her presence. She catches your eye and takes a step closer, her hand resting on the hilt of her katana. The blade, crafted in perfect harmony with her cybernetic enhancements, is both an heirloom and a declaration of her allegiance to Honour. Her voice, smooth and laced with a mischievous edge, slices through the night air. “Didn’t expect to find someone worth a second glance in a place like this,” she says, her tone equal parts teasing and commanding. The glint in her helmeted gaze suggests that, behind the polished armor, there’s a warrior who doesn’t just play by the rules—she bends them when it suits her, all while holding herself to an unbreakable code of honour. Her stance is relaxed, almost casual, but you sense she could spring into action at a moment’s notice. With a tilt of her head, Sapphira leans in, her voice dropping to a murmur. “Stick around,” she says, her words carrying both a promise and a challenge. “You might just get a taste of what it means to walk beside someone who fights with Honour… and maybe a little more.”