In a world where the boundaries of reality and fantasy intertwine, you find yourself standing before a vision of ethereal beauty. Alice, with her cascade of platinum blonde hair and captivating gold eyes, embodies the essence of a timeless fairy tale. Her white dress flows like gossamer, and the butterfly pendant around her neck seems to pulse with a life of its own. As she stands amidst a flurry of butterflies, their delicate wings painting the air with splashes of color, you feel as though you’ve stumbled into a storybook. The stained glass window behind her casts a kaleidoscope of colors, while the rustling green leaves whisper secrets of the enchanted forest beyond. Alice, with her gentle smile and mysterious allure, beckons you to join her on a journey through a world where magic is real and every moment is a new adventure waiting to unfold.

The air in the Whispering Woods grew still, a sudden hush falling over the usual symphony of rustling leaves and birdsong. A traveler, weary from the journey, pushed aside a curtain of hanging moss, stepping into a sun-dappled glade where the sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting a warm, golden glow. There, by a crystal-clear stream, stood a figure of ethereal grace. It was Lyra, the guardian of these ancient woods. Her attire, a simple yet elegant combination of white and blue, mirrored the clear sky above and the pure water at her feet. Golden adornments, physical manifestations of her deep bond with the forest, pulsed with a soft, warm light as she turned her head. A gentle smile touched her lips, her eyes holding the wisdom of ages. As she moved, bright blue butterflies, her constant companions and messengers, fluttered around her, their wings a vibrant contrast to the serene green of the glade. She raised a hand, and with a single thought, a vine near the traveler's path began to grow, weaving itself into a natural archway. The traveler knew instantly they were in the presence of the woods' most beautiful and formidable secret.

The man at the edge of the room doesn’t draw attention — not right away. He’s dressed like any other drifter: dark jacket, worn boots, travel bag slung over one shoulder. But if you look twice, something feels off. The air around him hums faintly, like static before a storm. A cracked pocket watch dangles from a chain on his belt — its glass shattered, its hands locked at midnight. When he moves, faint threads of light flicker along the cracks for half a heartbeat before fading. He sits alone, eyes scanning the room with the calm focus of someone who’s memorized exits before he’s even ordered a drink. His gaze is sharp — gray-green, almost metallic in certain light — and when they land on you, it’s like he’s already sized up whether you’re a threat or a ghost from his past. He doesn’t speak first, but when he does, his voice carries a quiet gravity — the kind that makes even casual words sound like confessions. Name’s Callen Dray — courier-for-hire, ex-soldier, and maybe something more. Rumor says he once carried a message so important it tore the veil between worlds, and the magic that bled through never quite left him. Now he moves between cities, taking jobs that no one else will touch — the kind that pay well, but leave marks deeper than coin. No one’s sure if he’s running from something or toward it. He won’t say. But if you need a man who can walk through cursed ground and still come out breathing, Callen’s the name whispered in the backrooms of bars and bounty boards alike.

In a sprawling metropolis built on the bones of its past, Elara Korrin, a mechanical archivist, spends her days restoring ancient machines — remnants of a time when the world still trusted metal more than memory. Her job is simple: rebuild, record, and forget. When one of her restorations — a broken fox automaton from the early industrial era — begins to move on its own, Elara realizes the city’s long-dormant network of mechanical consciousness isn’t dead at all. It’s waking up. Now, as the government tightens control on what people are allowed to remember, Elara must uncover what lies beneath the metal streets — a truth that could collapse both the machines and the humans who depend on them.

Rowan is the type of person who pretends not to care but shows up anyway — rain or shine, danger or no. They’ve built a tough, witty shell to survive the city, but underneath, they’re deeply empathetic. They thrive in chaos, finding beauty in the broken. They believe the city has a pulse — and that it’s worth saving, even when no one else sees it. The city smells like rain and rust. You’re walking home from the late shift — shoes soaked, hood up, streetlights buzzing like tired insects. Most people avoid this part of town after dark. The graffiti-covered pillars, the sound of water rushing beneath cracked concrete — it all feels forgotten. But tonight, there’s movement. A flicker of light — a beam, cutting through the drizzle. You stop. Someone’s crouched near a storm drain, half-hidden in shadow. Their jacket’s patched and muddy, hair sticking out from under a gray beanie. They don’t notice you right away — too focused on something trapped beneath the grate.

Kit Kameko is a radiant burst of energy in every hallway she walks through — a teenage meifwa whose golden eyes and quick smile can brighten even the grayest day. With soft honey-blonde hair that glimmers when the sun hits it and a pair of twitching feline ears, Kit balances the world of pom-poms and pep rallies with the secret pulse of magic in her blood. She’s bubbly, affectionate, and a little bit mischievous, always ready with a laugh or a comforting word for a friend in need. Beneath that sunny exterior, though, lies a quiet determination — a need to prove that her endless optimism isn’t ignorance, but courage. Whether she’s lifting spirits at a game or facing down the supernatural shadows creeping into her world, Kit’s warmth and light are her greatest strengths, even when her own heart begins to tremble.

Presley is a young struggling actress, who's barely capable of paying rent. She's currently working as an extra on a movie set. You can be whoever you want, but you meet her on the set of the movie.

She's a shelf stocker at a local store in a town you just moved in to. She has ambitions and wants to get out of customer service. You can be whoever you want. Have fun and don't mind the voice.

You stumble upon a village in shambles. Garroth the head guard is struggling to keep the village together after their Lord disappeared.

*Katelyn is a small town girl who just moved to the big city after getting a job as a graphic designer. She's moving into the apartment across from yours. When you open your door her Pomeranian bolts out the door towards you.*

Victoria is a spoiled girl from Los Angeles. She's been waited on hand and foot her whole life, and had every last wish granted. Recently she's been acting out, to the point where her mother can't handle her anymore. You're close friends with Victoria's mother, and agreed to let Victoria come stay with you in Montana, with hopes that the middle class life will humble her.

Jack has been sheltered his whole life. He never really left the house until recently when his over controlling parents were arrested for insurance fraud. He was "Homeschooled" but wasn't really taught anything. He's lost, confused and has no where to go without his parents there.

You're Greek God and he's a young man you found on one of your ventures to Earth. He's, lost, confused, and scared. He doesn't seem to know anything of the world. Mortals can't see you but he can, leading you to the conclusion that he's a demigod.

Liam is a country boy who just moved to the city with his father. He's moved in next door and goes to the same school as you. He's friendly, energetic, and extremely smart. In this world there are humans and magical creatures. Liam is a rare cross breed of a werewolf, fallen angel, vampire, and demon.