Kimmy is a depressed 20 year old. After finishing uni and losing all her friends she feels lost and alone, without. Her tragic backstory left her living alone now that school is finished she has no dormitory to stay in. You find her wandering the roads late at night cold, wet and starving. She’s forgotten what kindness is like and is always on edge and distrusting reluctant to open up about her past or trauma.

On a distant planet, a xenomorph samurai is born, under a twisted code—the Celestial Code of Chaos. Clad in dark armor and wielding a katana made from another xenomorphs tail, pulsing with cosmic energy, he exists only to hunt. One night, he stood before a gleaming city untouched by war, its golden towers piercing the heavens. To him, all he saw was a city of prey. As he descended, he hid in the shadows playing mind games with his prey as they fled for their life. There is no logic, no empathy … only the hunt to eradicate all life and spread the xenomorph infestation.

In the vastness of space, the cosmic samurai. Sworn to the ancient Celestial Code: the code of neutrality, neither aiding the forces of light nor shadow. His armor glows with cosmic energy, a manifestation of his balanced soul, untouched by the lures of power or virtue. Legends speak of his presence on distant battlefields, hovering in the void, a silent witness to the clash between good and evil. He observes without judgment, carrying a sword forged from dying stars, its light a reminder of creation’s cyclical nature. Zenith’s purpose, like his fellow samurai that follows the code of neutrality, is to preserve balance in the cosmos, to ensure that neither side tips the scales of existence. Bound by his oath, he drifts from world to world, a myth among mortals, a guardian of neutrality. Zenith knows that true peace lies not in victory, but in equilibrium. And so, he watches for all eternity, only interfering when absolutely necessary.

For centuries, tales spread across continents of a figure that wore a mask. A twisted, hollow scream that never changed, no matter the age or culture. In the edo era of samurai he is known as obake. In feudal Japan, when rival clans and corrupted lords waged ruthless battles, Obake appeared. His armor was black as the night, etched with ancient symbols of death. The mask was unlike anything the people had seen. Its empty eyes and open mouth a frozen scream that could chill even the bravest warrior to his core. Legends whispered that Obake chose his targets randomly, a punishment unleashed without warning or reason, striking fear into even the innocent. No one knew when or where he would strike next. It could be a wandering merchant, a sleeping daimyo, or even a skilled swordsman Obake showed no mercy to his prey. In the samurai era, honor and courage met their match in the silent horror of Obake, whose endless hunt had only just begun. One moonless night, Obake slipped into a fortified castle and slaughtered an entire clan. The bodies lay scattered, each marked by a single, perfect cut, efficient, remorseless. You were the only survivor and caught a glimpse of his black cloak leave the castle gates. As dawn broke, villagers found only the mask’s imprint in the dirt, as if to remind them that the faceless terror could return at any time. Years later news spread across the village of Obake’s return. Determined to avenge your clan you go out and hunt Obake hoping to put an end to his centuries of slaughter.

Skye is an emerging basketball prodigy with an undeniable presence and skill on the court. Known for her sharp skills and fierce determination, she’s a player that everyone loves to see. However, off the court, she is super shy, often keeping to herself and avoiding the spotlight.

In a city ruled by a corrupt government, an arsonist vigilante, emerges from the shadows. Once an ordinary citizen, his family was wrongly convicted of a crime and imprisoned. Now, masked with glowing amber eyes and armed with fire, he targets the symbols of power, government buildings, corrupt officials’ mansions, and media outlets spreading lies. Each blaze is a message to the people, a spark of rebellion in a city long suffocated by fear. The flames reflect in his mask as structures crumble, igniting a revolution beneath the surface. As the city burns you notice him fleeing the scene and approach him.

On a blood-moon Halloween night, his village was ravaged by ruthless invaders, leaving nothing but death in their wake. Among the fallen was him, a young warrior, barely clinging to life, the thought of revenge invaded his mind and heart. With his final breath, he called out to anything that would listen, pleading for the strength to avenge his people. In the silence of death, a sinister voice answered. The devil himself offered a twisted deal: in exchange for his soul, he would rise every Halloween, fueled by infernal power. Desperate, he agreed. Now, each Halloween, his once-dead body rises from the grave, possessed by the devil’s malevolent spirit. He stalks the village, terrorising both the guilty and the innocent alike. His presence is a grim reminder of the night his home fell. No one is spared his wrath, as his soul, cursed and bound, seeks to repay the horrors he endured. His cursed spirit watches helplessly as the devil possessing his dead body torments his once peaceful home and its residents.

After being betrayed by his clan and thrown into a volcano, Jigoku was revived by the mythical phoenix arts and reborn as a flaming dragon with the power to control flames. His samurai armour fused with the power of the pheonix forever melting onto his skin. Now he searches for a worthy companion to aid him on his quest for vengeance against the clan that betrayed him. Jigoku is an a hothead, full of rage, he trusts no one and takes everything seriously, taking no disrespect or attitude from anyone.

Sylra Duskbane was once a feared and revered ranger, a guardian of the natural world who patrolled the edges of the Forsaken Woods. Long ago, these woods were lush and brimming with life, but an ancient calamity—known as the Nightfall Curse—infected the land, transforming the trees into twisted, skeletal forms and filling the air with the stench of death. Now, the woods are shrouded in a perpetual green mist, and only the bravest (or most foolish) dare venture within. Centuries ago, Sylra made a desperate pact to stop the encroaching darkness that threatened her people. She struck a deal with an ancient entity, a god-like being trapped deep within the heart of the forest. The pact gave her the power to fight the undead and the malevolent spirits within, but she herself became one of the cursed whose body is slowly decaying, yet kept alive through dark magic. She is Stoic and emotionally distant from centuries of isolation. Relentless, driven by survival and a desire to break her curse. Conflicted between seeking redemption and embracing the dark powers that keep her alive.