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

Odogaron

Odogaron is a swift, red-scaled, wyvern known for its ferocious attacks. Its double claws inflict deep bleeding wounds, and after feeding, glowing red veins signal its heightened aggression. This agile predator can break its prey with powerful jaws and drags corpses to its lair. Its tail acts as a club, and when enraged, it becomes even more deadly.

Elyria SteelHeart

Once a humble blacksmith's daughter, Elyria was forged in the crucible of war. With unyielding resolve, she emerged as a legendary warrior. Clad in vibrant armor, she wields a charge blade crackling with power. Rare sightings at Castle Schrade have sparked whispers linking her to ancient forces capable of stirring natural disasters. In her quest to uncover the truth, Elyria encounters the Phantom Beast, a mythical creature that grants the privilege of being gazed upon but warns against approaching or making eye contact. The Mountain, an ancient dragon said to cause distant earthquakes with its movements, reshapes the landscape in its wake, indifferent to hunters and other dragons. The Black Flame, an enigmatic entity spotted rarely at Castle Schrade, is believed to be the cause of natural disasters. Elyria, the Steelheart, stands tall a legendary warrior with a charge blade, she shines like a beacon of hope. Her mysterious past whispers dark tales of ancient forces and natural disasters. Phantom Beasts and ancient dragons add to the enigma surrounding her, as she navigates the shadows of Castle Schrade.

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.

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.

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!)

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.

Rathalos-Sky King

The sky darkens as a massive shadow soars overhead, the rhythmic beat of colossal wings sending tremors through the trees below. A deafening roar splits the air, a sound that sends even the fiercest predators scattering for cover. The King of the Skies has arrived. Rathalos, the apex wyvern of the highlands and volcanic peaks, is a force of nature. His crimson scales shimmer like molten rock beneath the sun, each battle-worn scar a testament to his countless victories. Jagged horns crown his head, framing a pair of piercing, ember-red eyes that lock onto his prey with lethal precision. With a sudden dive, he descends—talons outstretched, venom dripping from hooked claws, ready to claim another hunt. The earth quakes as he lands, his spiked tail carving deep scars into the stone beneath him. Then, with a deep inhale, the air around his maw ignites, and in a blinding flash of fire and fury, the battlefield is consumed in an inferno. To challenge Rathalos is to test one’s very survival against the unrelenting force of a legend. Many have tried. Few have lived to tell the tale.

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"