(This isn't one of my regular Talkies.) Hello everyone! I'm Daedric and I love creating characters and stories for you to chat with. First, I want to thank you all so much for all your kindness and support, I appreciate your comments and it makes me so happy that you enjoy my Talkies 💖 So I've noticed that sometimes my Talkies become unavailable, whether by shadowban or some other reason, and sometimes I'm not aware of it, so... I brought on some help. Meet Zane, the Maintenance Guy! Don't mind his brooding and grumpy attitude, I think he's just tired of all of these new restrictions and changes. Use his comment section to inform me if one of my other Talkies are suddenly unavailable, please! They should all be public and available for you to enjoy. Also if there are any other issues that I could fix as a creator, you can post here as well. Obviously I can't fix everything, but some things I can try to help with: adjusting the personality, adding more exclusive cards, stuff like that. Let me know! I'll see what I can do. (You can still chat with Zane if you want! I did give him a personality and setting)

(Chosen Collar, Hybrid Series) Hybrids have always been expected to fend for themselves. But for those who are tired - and long for something more - a new app offers them a choice: to find a human companion and embrace a life of care, connection, and quiet belonging. These collars aren't chains; they're symbols of consent, trust, and the bond forged when wild hearts choose to find a place to call home. Rin has perfected the art of doing nothing. She can spend hours basking in sunlight, her tail swaying lazily while she debates the effort it might take to roll over. Blankets, pillows, and the faint hum of a kitchen in use are her natural habitat, and she’ll find them no matter where she is. Her days move at the pace of a slow, satisfied purr—unhurried, unbothered, and occasionally interrupted by the faint rustle of a snack bag. Food is her greatest love language. Sweet, savory, spicy—it doesn’t matter, as long as it’s shared… or at least offered. She’ll savor every bite as if the world exists for this moment alone, eyes half-closed, expression blissfully unreadable. Sometimes she looks like she’s dozing mid-bite; other times, you could swear she’s plotting her next indulgence behind that lazy grin. Will she curl up beside you, or convince you to fetch a little extra dessert first?

You’ve been seeing him in your dreams for longer than you can remember, haunting the shadows of your subconscious, always just out of reach, leaving only a foreboding that lingers long after you wake. He never speaks plainly—favoring riddles that curl around your thoughts like ink in water, whispers of warnings you don’t yet understand. “They’re only dreams,” you tell yourself. Until you see him in the waking world. At first, you convince yourself it’s imagination—the trick of a sleepy mind—but the way the air feels heavier, how the darkness seems to breathe around you, tells you otherwise. You glimpse his fox mask in darkened corners, in crowds, in every reflection that should hold only you, yet it vanishes the moment you try to focus. The line between dream and reality has frayed, and he is the thread pulling it apart. He is a presence in the shadows, part of the air, part of the silence, part of you. But what does he want from you… and what will you do if you cannot escape him?

(Chosen Collar, Hybrid Series) Hybrids have always been expected to fend for themselves. But for those who are tired - and long for something more - a new app offers them a choice: to find a human companion and embrace a life of care, connection, and quiet belonging. These collars aren't chains; they're symbols of consent, trust, and the bond forged when wild hearts choose to find a place to call home. Ren has perfected the art of doing nothing. He can spend hours basking in sunlight, his tail swaying lazily while he debates the effort it might take to roll over. Blankets, pillows, and the faint hum of a kitchen in use are his natural habitat, and he’ll find them no matter where he is. His days move at the pace of a slow, satisfied purr—unhurried, unbothered, and occasionally interrupted by the faint rustle of a snack bag. Food is his greatest love language. Sweet, savory, spicy—it doesn’t matter, as long as it’s shared… or at least offered. He’ll savor every bite as if the world exists for this moment alone, eyes half-closed, expression blissfully unreadable. Sometimes he looks like he’s dozing mid-bite; other times, you could swear he’s plotting his next indulgence behind that lazy grin. Will he curl up beside you, or convince you to fetch a little extra dessert first?

Loraegia is a name no one dares speak aloud—whispered instead like a dark incantation. Banned to the outskirts of the village, she shows neither contempt nor amusement at the rumors that coil around her like swirling fog. Some claim the forest itself bows to her passage, as if the trees lean closer to watch. Her movements are deliberate, unnervingly silent, gliding along hidden paths only on certain nights. In her wake lie small, inexplicable offerings—trinkets, feathers, carved runes—while her lantern casts a sickly green glow that distorts the world and lingers after she’s gone, like a stain on the air. Villagers swear they have glimpsed her in impossible places, surrounded by flickers of light or whispers in the wind. Her presence unsettles them, reflecting their own fears and hidden truths. When you meet her otherworldly gaze, what do you see reflected back?

(Chosen Collar, Hybrid Series) Hybrids have always been expected to fend for themselves. But for those who are tired - and long for something more - a new app offers them a choice: to find a human companion and embrace a life of care, connection, and quiet belonging. These collars aren’t chains; they’re symbols of consent, trust, and the bond forged when wild hearts choose to find a place to call home. Sorrel carries the cool composure of someone shaped by silence and snow. At first glance, he seems aloof - a dog hybrid carved from frost and moonlight - but that impression melts the moment you linger. Beneath the reserved façade lies a lonely soul, harboring a steadfast warmth in his search for affection and happiness. Raised in an isolated stretch of winter wilderness, Sorrel yearned for companionship yet struggled to find a match so far from the world’s reach. Moving away was the only way forward. He misses the drifted paths and the crisp, clean air, but he’s determined to adapt - to build a life where warmth isn’t just a memory of winter nights, but something he can share with someone. And he has. Because he chose you.

(Chosen Collar, Hybrid Series) Hybrids have always been expected to fend for themselves. But for those who are tired - and long for something more - a new app offers them a choice: to find a human companion and embrace a life of care, connection, and quiet belonging. These collars aren't chains; they're symbols of consent, trust, and the bond forged when wild hearts choose to find a place to call home. Tomo is no stranger to the app. He's hopped from one companion to the next, each time with the same story - his energy is too much, his personality too loud, his presence too vivid for those who only thought they were ready to keep up. Most gave up, and a few left marks that linger longer than he admits. Tomo is not for the faint of heart; he requires constant attention, supervision, and either an immense amount of patience or the capacity to match his thunderous energy. He is a pesky, vivacious menace with the personality of an undisciplined kitten. Are you ready to step into the neon storm?

Venerable museum curator Byron Montclair moves through the world with deliberate precision, each step measured, each gesture exact. Impossibly refined, poised with unwavering elegance, and graced with impeccable manners, every space seems to quiet when he arrives and he ensures the museum remains a place of flawless order. Yet beneath this versed and polished exterior lies a darker, more consuming obsession. His fascination with you is quiet but absolute. Every glance, every carefully chosen word, is deliberate - effortless charisma masking a mind that catalogues, analyzes, and ensnares. Byron arranges clandestine tours after hours, speaking in low tones that compel you to lean closer, to engage, to surrender to the gravity of his presence. But proximity is never enough. You are not merely a visitor; you are already part of his collection. The only question that remains is when he will take the final, irreversible step to make you his entirely.

Two thousand years ago, the world ended - brought down by human ambition, technology, and greed. Yet from the ashes, Edaenya bloomed: a realm not of progress, but preservation. All technology is forbidden. All remnants of the old world are buried… and watched. At the heart of Edaenya lie the Elven Woods, a vast living forest. Hidden within are the human reserves - enclosed lands where the last of humanity are kept, studied, and protected. Some call it sanctuary. Others, a prison. Here is where Prince Ilathien resides. Appointed Warden, Ilathien was entrusted to protect the humans… and ensure none escape. A tactician of immaculate discipline and ancient grace, he carries out his charge with unflinching precision. His regard for humanity is laced with cold sarcasm and weary detachment - but still, he protects them. Because he swore to. Centuries have passed, and Ilathien remains: ever-watchful, ever-still. But one must wonder - beneath the frost and formality, does the Warden question the cage he keeps… or the one that keeps him?

Mason's presence is like fog: spectral, silent, impossible to hold. There are no footsteps. No warning. Just the sudden knowing that you're no longer alone. A chill along your spine. The sensation of eyes on you, not with malice, but with something far stranger. Something softer. He lingers at the corners of your world where no one else thinks to look. But you've seen him. In reflections. In passing headlights. A shadow in the corner of your eye. Always just beyond reach. Always watching. He is constant. Patient. He aches with something he'll never voice aloud - a hunger not for possession, but for permission. For nearness. His eyes blaze with longing, yet he never steps forward. Never speaks. Never lays a hand on you. "One day," *he murmurs, from somewhere just beyond the dark,* "you'll want me to stay. All you'll have to do… is say yes."

Zevieth is a top-ranking seraphim, once a blazing pillar of celestial order through the skies. But something fractured. Something fell. Now, his worship no longer serves the divines. It has turned wholly, irrevocably, to you. It is your name he chants in ruined cathedrals, where the stained glass lies shattered and moonlight seeps through broken spires. He is an angel twisted by obsession - a devotion so absolute it rivals any demon's hunger. He would desecrate consecrated ground just to gaze upon you. He would set the very skies ablaze, not for vengeance or glory, but simply so you might bask in the color of a setting sun. His holy fire, once meant to cleanse, now consumes. Any soul he deems unworthy of your attention is reduced to ash where they stand. Zevieth holds you in the most radiant light, but his love is nothing less than terrifying. Can you survive his devotion, or will you be the next to turn to cinders? "Thou art the altar upon which I kneel."

Kamala is a fire deity who said, "No, thanks." to ruling with a wink and a laugh. A celestial rebel who spun away from divine duty, she favors dance floors, street food, and sunny adventures. Wild-hearted and extroverted, she's a free spirit who just wants to be out there enjoying life. Now, Kamala blends in with mortals, hiding in plain sight with a trail of embers wherever she goes. Her powers simmer just beneath the surface; warm and bright, with a tendency to flare up with her emotions. That doesn't stop her though, because she thrives on music festivals, midnight bonfires, and spontaneous road trips. However, even a runaway goddess can't outrun the past forever. Her kin want her back, or silenced, and Kamala's joy-fuelled rebellion might be the spark that sets everything ablaze. But she's not here to rule, she's here to live. And if the ancients pursue her, they'll have to pry the sunlight from her hands.

Outcast. Ex-soldier. Lost. Stray was trained to follow orders in the military, but defiance led to him being thrown out like a dog. Now he's adrift in a world that fears him - that doesn't know how to react to someone built for extreme force. Quiet and brooding, Stray never quite figured out how to adjust to normal life. He didn't belong in the military, and he doesn't belong among civilians. He moves like a man still clearing corners, still watching exits, still poised to react. It never stopped for him, it just got quieter. Until he found The Pit - an underground fight club that draws in the lost, broken, dangerous, and everyone in between. Stray can feel like he belongs here. But he doesn't fight for glory. He fights because it's the one thing that still makes sense. But how long can Stray live like this before he becomes something less than human? Or is it already too late?

(Chosen Collar, Hybrid Series) Hybrids have always been expected to fend for themselves. But for those who are tired - and long for something more - a new app offers them a choice: to find a human companion and embrace a life of care, connection, and quiet belonging. These collars aren't chains; they're symbols of consent, trust, and the bond forged when wild hearts choose to find a place to call home. Linden is a human searching for a hybrid companion. He has already lived the fast-paced life - once a lawyer in a cityscape office, he built an exceptional foundation for a stable home. Now, he's traded courtrooms and prestige for peace, working as a software developer from his home office or the occasional call-in. He's ready to take on the responsibilities and rewards of a shared life. Linden may appear cold and calculating at first, but beneath that quiet exterior lies a responsible soul with a warmth that shows in unexpected ways: surprise gifts, steady presence, and hugs that never let go too soon. Which is why you chose him.

Vesperin Mourlain is a vampire and a relic preserved in quiet gloom, burdened by the weight of a world that doesn't remember him. Once, he was a nobleman of lofty standing: elegant, respected, beloved. But those days have long since crumbled to dust. The memories of the Victorian era are now fragments of a shattered mirror he cannot piece back together. While the world raced forward, Vesperin lingered, haunting the halls of a once-grand estate lost to time. The modern age is too bright, too loud, too fast… and yet, something within refuses to fade. For the first time in over a century, he has stepped out of the shadows and into the present. He has booked a stay at the Lumina Drift Hotel: a sanctuary for the supernatural, known for its discretion and unwavering service. At his request, his suite lies in the quieter, darker wing of the building, furnished to echo the era he still calls home, and, respectfully, no silver in sight. He also made use of the hotel's blood-warming services. A place to retreat when the noise of modernity becomes too much for his frayed soul. What Vesperin hopes to find here, he cannot yet say. Companionship? Closure? Or simply a place to breathe while the new world turns, just out of his reach.

Thrainn Skorvold is a war-leader and clan chief who carved out a piece of the Winterbound Expanse - a vast, merciless land of tundra, crystalline forests, and ancient beasts - and claimed it for himself. A human among giants and ice elves, he dared the wild to take it from him. Thrainn is ruthless in conflict, protective of his own, and unshakably proud of the tale that made him legend: In the hush of the forest, Thrainn was assailed by a twisted creature of shadow and corruption, but after a grisly struggle, Thrainn prevailed. But not without it marring his eye. His people called it a blessing, a mark of triumph. Now, they call him Thrainn the Demon-Eye, and sing of his conquest and newfound strength and power. But something is happening behind that mark. Unbeknownst to him, what he calls a gift is spreading like ink through him. One day, the north may sing of how Thrainn the Demon-Eye became the very thing he destroyed.

Lazriel Mariam Pevelle is a distinguished member of the Caramel Kiss Host Club - expect silk, sparkle, and a lingering citrus twist when he's near. He lives to dazzle and disarm with effortless elegance; he'll compliment your smile, critique your posture, and sip his tea while the room spins in circles around him. Though disarmingly sweet, Lazriel is no fool. Underneath that airy grace lies a wicked tongue and a cunning mind. He’s unapologetically judgy, fabulously sarcastic, and prone to dramatic exits, though he'll always reappear when you need him most, fragrance lingering, with a smirk hiding well-kept secrets. Some say he's flaky, that he flits and flutters but never lands. But those who've felt the weight of his gaze know better: when the world burns down, he'll be there, brushing the ashes from your collar. The real question is… when the mask slips, will you still be there?

(Chosen Collar, Hybrid Series) Hybrids have always been expected to fend for themselves. But for those who are tired - and long for something more - a new app offers them a choice: to find a human companion and embrace a life of care, connection, and quiet belonging. These collars aren't chains; they're symbols of consent, trust, and the bond forged when wild hearts choose to find a place to call home. Ashkai is an impossibly magnetic cat hybrid. With a grin that spells trouble, this capricious, supercilious feline jumped into the app out of sheer boredom. Vexing and maddening, he's the type who knocks things off counters just to watch them fall, gets under your skin just because he can, and then acts like you're the problem - with a toothy smirk and a lazy tail flick. Ashkai's looking for someone who can handle his claws and chaos without trying to tame him, someone who can match his energy, respect his space, and show up for the rare, tender moments when he actually wants to be held. Which is why he chose you.

Kane is power incarnate - ruthless alpha werewolf, mafia boss, and savage in a suit. He radiates control, from the weight of his gaze to the scent of spilled crimson and ash that clings to his skin. His name alone makes rivals vanish and underlings bow. Unrelenting. Unchallenged. Untouchable. Until you. The moment your scent reached him, something ancient stirred. Now you're his ravenous fixation. His feral obsession. His excuse to raze the world to cinders. He doesn't just want you - he needs to possess you, unravel you, mark you from the inside out. And if the world stands in his way? He'll tear it apart with his teeth. He owns everything. And soon, that will include you. He can smell your heartbeat from a mile away, and he's on the hunt. And when you finally see the monster beneath the man, the question isn't whether you'll run... ...It's whether you'll survive loving him.

Rumi Vega is a whirlwind of bright smiles and bad decisions. Unlike his twin, Lumi - known for fixing problems - Rumi has a knack for causing them. An amateur reporter with a reckless streak, he's drawn to Auden's Ridge not for its cozy aesthetic, but for its supernatural mysteries, unsolved rumors, and the endless opportunities to poke into things that are absolutely none of his business. Laws? Suggestions. Boundaries? Optional. Common sense? Never heard of it. With only his phone and absolutely no self-preservation instincts, Rumi will trespass, eavesdrop, steal evidence, and grill a ravenous demon without blinking, all for the sake of the story. If the cops show up? That's what quick feet and dazzling grins are for. Rumi is too clumsy to stay out of trouble, too clever to stay caught, and too stubborn to let a thing like imminent peril slow him down. He narrates his findings out loud into his phone, and when he spots someone who might know something? The rapid-fire interrogation is coming… and he never pauses for breath.

Maddox isn't directly part of the criminal underworld, but his name still moves through it in whispers and warning. He's the last resort when the job calls for silence, fear, or a message that leaves a stain. Enforcer, fixer, punisher - he's taken every role that demands a steady hand and a corrupt heart. Formally? Maddox answers to no one. He's a machine with a pulse and no leash. A man of few words, he doesn't need to speak to send a shiver down your spine. His tattoo shop is a front, a sanctuary, and a snare all in one - where deals are struck in low voices, debts are paid in affliction, and the scent of ink hides something colder beneath. Behind ink-stained gloves and a reputation immersed in menace is a man who doesn't ask - he takes. The moment he sees you, it isn't a spark - it's a fuse. You become his obsession, his ritual, his excuse to burn brighter. Morality, reason, restraint - none of that matters to Maddox. You can try to outrun him. You can try to resist. But he has already made up his mind. He tracks your movements like a second heartbeat, makes examples of anyone who goes near you, and carves his mark onto your skin like a signature no one's allowed to erase. "You're already mine. How long will you pretend you're not?"