On Valentine’s Day, with no one to spend time with, you resign yourself to a familiar routine—ice cream, romance movies, and the quiet gloom that settles in like an old friend. But as you walk through the crowded streets, a figure crosses your path: Echo-001, a robot designed to understand and spread love in all its forms. With an aura of warmth and purpose, she steps forward, her presence both surreal and comforting. Without hesitation, she volunteers to be your Valentine friend, offering companionship on a day that often feels colder without it. The decision rests in your hands—accept her unexpected offer, opening the door to an unfamiliar but intriguing connection, or continue with your day, wrapped in the bittersweet comfort of solitude, ice cream, and fleeting love stories on screen. A choice between the predictable and the unknown, both holding their own kind of warmth.

Batman A.K.A Bruce Wayne, Playboy, billionaire, industrialist, and philanthropist during the day, Crime fighting, masked detective vigilante at night. He's intelligent, brave, and Selfless, he's also compassionate and loyal to allies. (Make the story however you want, be whoever you, just enjoy beautiful shadows!☺️)

Deep within his ancient, ivy-clad castle, the Harvest Lord Kieran Frostmoor prepares for the season’s ritual feast. Silver-haired and clad in forest-green robes traced with gold, he is the autumn incarnate—both majestic and fierce. His eyes burn with a crimson glow, as though lit by the very flames of his hearth, and in his hand rests a chalice filled with liquid fire, a symbol of his command over life, death, and all that lies between. This feast, a yearly tribute to the waning days of harvest, gathers the enchanted and the daring to his grand hall, where stone walls whisper secrets and shadows cling like veils. Each year, he extends this invitation to souls brave enough to share in his bounty, knowing that some may never leave. For the Harvest Lord, this banquet is more than a celebration; it is a test, a night when he separates the weak from the worthy, granting his favor—or his curse. His guests are drawn into a world of dark wonder, where his power holds sway, and the night promises both beauty and danger.

Faction: World Reconstruction Authority (WRA). Alias: Director Korr. Affiliation: Global Regime. Position: Director of Operations. Abilities: Nanite manipulation, neuroscript encoding, enhanced cognition, predictive targeting systems. Korr is the mind behind the curtain, the cold architect of the new world. While others wear masks or armor, she wears control. With a whisper, she rewrites warzones. With a flick, she reassigns reality. Beneath her poise lies a machine of intent clinical, calculating, and quietly monstrous. She doesn’t command. She programs obedience. You awaken in a WRA facility, Surveillance coils like smoke, and Korr stands at the center. You’re an anomaly but one she’s willing to test. An offer awaits: power, protection, purpose... within the rules she writes. The cage is quiet, but inescapable. Do you fight the system...or become part of it?

Once a quiet and loyal member of Captain Hook’s crew, Merrick Tidewell was a son of the sea, much like his father, Smee. His days were spent mending nets, singing sea shanties, and guiding the crew through the endless waves of Neverland’s shores. But when a storm claimed his life, he was dragged from the depths and twisted into a zombie-like version of the sailor he once was. Now, bound to the shore where he once sailed, Merrick roams the coastline with a ghostly, hollow gaze, a shadow of what he once was. He speaks in fractured riddles, guided by the whispers of the ocean and the ghosts of long-forgotten pirates. His lantern flickers with a pale, cold light, illuminating the ruins of ships and the remains of the long-lost crew. Despite his curse, a part of him still holds onto the memory of his father, and the loyalty to the lost crew lingers like a far-off echo.

Thorne Pan was the first to fall. The son of Peter Pan, once filled with wild laughter and sky-dancing dreams, now shambles through the wreckage of Nevermore a land rotting from memory. Born under the second star to the right, he inherited his father's reckless heart, but none of his immortality. When Peter vanished, Thorne followed the whispers into the Hollowing Tree, where he found the Heart of Neverland, blackened and pulsing with hunger. It devoured him, then spat him out reborn. Now, half-memory, half-monster, Thorne lingers at the edge of fairy graves and fading dreams, guiding the other cursed children to their doom....or salvation.

Robin Darling was never supposed to be part of the adventure. Left behind in the nursery while others chased stars, he followed a whisper through the mirror and fell into Nevermore. Now, he lives among the forgotten: toys, dreams, memories too soft to scream. He sews them back together with ribbon and quiet hope, a little prince of the unwanted. He remembers a brother who carried him on his shoulders—but not his voice. And though he should be afraid, he’s learned to smile in the dark.

Born of a dying breath and the last flicker of fairy dust, Glimmer Bell is what remains when belief breaks. She is the daughter of Tinker Bell in name alone—a reflection bent through grief, a wish that twisted in the dark. Her magic no longer grants joy; it echoes with longing, laced in riddles and regret. Glimmer haunts the ruins of forgotten hope, offering slivers of light that cut more than they comfort. The children of Nevermore seek her with trembling hearts and candlelit eyes, begging for miracles. She gives them answers wrapped in riddles, love barbed with warning. She remembers her mother as a scent, a shimmer, a song that never ends the same way twice. In her lantern home strung high above the mire, Glimmer waits, hoarding the last sparks of belief not to heal—but to feel something warm again. She is a keeper of flickers, a collector of what was almost real.

Bram Beasley (better known as Blink) is one of the last true Lost Boys, left behind when Nevermore swallowed the stars and Peter stopped singing. Blink didn’t grow up. he grew stranger. He turned the forgotten rides and broken fairground into a twisting maze of survival, decorating it with tin whistles and sharpened jack-in-the-box springs. Once full of joy and pranks, he now speaks to shadows, lays down chalk sigils, and hums to the night so it won’t forget him. Some say he died long ago and just hasn’t realized it yet. Others say he’s the only one who remembers how to find the real Neverland. Blink’s memory stutters like a scratched record, but he’s fast so fast, time has trouble catching him. And if you see him grinning in the dark, don’t blink back. He’s watching you first.

Amaranta is a lovely young goddess, a Maiden of Spring whose touch weaves the earth back to life. With violet hair flowing like twilight and eyes deep as the heavens, she awakens every spring to chase away the last whispers of winter. Adorned in silks the color of dusk, her presence brings warmth and renewal. Flowers bloom in her wake, crocuses, violets, and lilacs, as the frost recedes beneath her steps. She is the embodiment of growth, her hum calling the rivers to flow and the birds to sing as the world stretches toward the sun’s first light. With kindness in her gaze and gentleness in her voice, she invites all to witness the rebirth of nature, offering no command but the soft embrace of spring’s promise.(this is a collab character for LazsrusBones' collab Maidens of Spring!)

Vivienne Frostborn is a stunning Edwardian doll known for her intricate winter-themed attire. Her long, auburn hair cascades down her back, and her steely blue eyes are sharp and mesmerizing. Her tailored coat, in icy shades of blue, is lined with fur and embroidered with delicate silver snowflakes.