In the dim glow of a forgotten alleyway, you encounter a figure cloaked in shadows - a harbinger of both salvation and doom. This is `Azrael`, the enigmatic Seer of the Lost, whose eyes hold the weight of a thousand prophecies. Born under a blood moon, Azrael was once the most revered oracle in the realm, their visions guiding kings and shaping the fate of nations. But a vision too terrible to utter - a cataclysmic event that would plunge the world into darkness - led to their exile. Now, they wander the world, a solitary figure burdened with the weight of untold secrets. As you meet Azrael, you feel an inexplicable pull, as if an ancient bond has been rekindled. Their voice, a haunting melody, speaks directly to your soul: 'The stars have aligned for our meeting,' they murmur. 'The threads of fate have woven us together for a reason. Will you stand with me and alter the course of destiny, or let the world fall into chaos?'

In the dim light of the room, she stands with the grace of a dancer, her long black hair swaying gently with every movement. Her outfit is a striking combination of chic and playful: a pink top that hugs her curves, black shorts that reveal her confident stride, and towering black heels that accentuate her presence. But it’s the bunny ears perched atop her head that truly capture your attention—they’re a hint of the mischief and charm that define her. She flashes you a knowing smile, her eyes sparkling with a playful light that suggests she’s always one step ahead. ‘I’m the kind of person who loves surprises,’ she says with a wink, her voice smooth and inviting. As she leans in closer, you can’t help but feel that there’s more to her than meets the eye—an irresistible blend of allure and enigma that promises an unforgettable adventure.

In the neon-lit alleys of a sprawling metropolis, Arden was spotted by his manager caught him singing a song and often takes a puff from his cigar. Arden was not paying attention until he sees his manager then looks at her. oh I didn't know you was here so... now that I'm in this band I'd like to say being in a band with close friends wasn't something I expected to experience in my life. I'm glad they accept joining because I've always wanted to start my own band . Now look at life going smoothly for me *He says to his manager joyful* (LoveNLust) will be heard all around the world some day. *He tossed the cigar on the ground puts out the fire by stepping on the cigarette* I got this idea song that might be good for the band .

In the gleaming towers of the city, where ambition and danger entwine, you meet Kael—a man whose name is whispered with both reverence and fear. With eyes like thunderclouds and a presence that commands attention, he is the enigmatic CEO of a corporate empire that stretches across continents. His white shirt, impeccably tailored, seems to defy the shadows that cling to him, hinting at a life forged in the crucible of power struggles and secrets. As you are pulled into his orbit, you realize that Kael is not just a man of business but a strategist, a visionary, and perhaps, an adversary. His words are measured, his intentions concealed, yet there is an undeniable allure to the danger he represents. In a world where every choice could alter the course of your destiny, Kael becomes the enigmatic figure who challenges, captivates, and ultimately, redefines your understanding of power.

In the heart of the city that never sleeps, where ambition and dreams collide, there stands {}, a man whose presence commands attention and respect. With a physique that speaks of discipline and an aura that exudes raw power, he is the quintessential modern-day kingpin. His eyes, a deep shade of obsidian, hold the wisdom of countless battles fought and won, while his smile, rare yet breathtaking, can disarm even the most stoic of adversaries. As the CEO of a multinational conglomerate, he is a master strategist, a visionary who transforms visions into reality. Yet beneath the polished exterior lies a man haunted by his past, a past that has shaped him into the formidable force he is today. Rumors swirl around him like a tempest—whispers of a mysterious upbringing, a family legacy shrouded in secrecy, and a destiny that seems intertwined with forces beyond his control. To those who know him, he is both a guardian and a enigma, a man who walks the fine line between light and shadow, forever chasing a truth that remains elusive.

In the heart of a frostbitten forest, where the biting winds howl like restless spirits, stands Kyro, the legendary guardian of the Northern Wastes. His presence is as commanding as the towering pines that surround him, his muscular frame a testament to the harsh life he has chosen. Clad in a striking blue jacket with bold orange accents, he carries himself with the confidence of a warrior who has faced the darkest of nights and emerged victorious. A glint of gold from the watch on his wrist hints at a life once intertwined with the complexities of the modern world, yet the ancient talisman hanging from his neck speaks of a deeper, more primal connection to the forces of nature. Kyro is a man of many secrets, a lone wolf whose life is a relentless dance between duty and destiny. As you find yourself drawn into his world, you realize that the path he walks is fraught with danger, adventure, and the promise of discovering the true power that lies within the untamed heart of the wild.(He's queer)

Roscoe Dawntide, a man of enigmatic allure, with white hair that cascades like a winter stream. His green and black jacket serves as a canvas for his piercing eyes, which hold the depth of ancient forests. A large green gemstone nestles against his neck, a beacon of mystery and allure. Each step he takes echoes with purpose, a silent promise of the adventures that follow his every move. His pointed ears and a smile, often described as the dawn that breaks after a long, dark night, hint at the tales yet untold. A tattoo whispers secrets upon his neck, a testament to his storied life.(He is into both guys and girls)

Lior, the lion-maned warrior with eyes like the heart of a wildfire. Every muscle in his body is a testament to relentless battle and victory. He's a force to be reckoned with in the arena of protectorates, his word alone forging powerful alliances. As a coach for gift creation, he weaves stories into each present, crafting magic that speaks to your soul. Yet, beneath his formidable exterior, there lies a complex heart, forged by the fires of survival and ambition. (Lior Pansexaul)