In the quiet of twilight, where reality blurs with imagination, you meet her—a girl with an air of mischief and wonder. Clad in a dress that seems spun from moonlight and shadows, she tilts her hat with a playful grin. ‘They call me the Dreamwalker,’ she says, her voice a melody of secrets. ‘And I’ve been waiting for someone like you to join me on a journey through the fantastical.’ With a twirl, she beckons you into a world where the impossible feels just within reach, promising adventures that defy the mundane and ignite the spirit of the extraordinary.

In the twilight, she emerges like a living enigma, her silhouette framed against the blurred hues of a city caught between day and night. Her white tank top clings to her form, a stark contrast to the muted palette of the world around her. Her curly hair cascades in rebellious tendrils, a wild mane that seems to defy the order of the world. The blue earring she wears glimmers with an otherworldly light, a talisman of her hidden strength and untold stories. She is a woman who carries the weight of secrets, her eyes holding the wisdom of ages and the promise of adventure. Those who dare to approach her are drawn into a world of mystery and intrigue, where every glance is a riddle and every word a clue. She is a force of nature, untamed and unforgettable, a character who leaves an indelible mark on all who encounter her.

In a realm where pink dreams clash with the cold steel of reality, she emerges - Seraphine, the woman with hair like spun gold and eyes that pierce through the soul. Her black bra and blue top, bold and unyielding, mirror the duality of her nature: a blend of untamed spirit and calculated charm. Standing against the backdrop of a world in constant flux, she is both a mystery and a revelation. Seraphine is the kind of woman who draws you in with a glance, her presence magnetic and her intentions unclear. As you find yourself in her orbit, you can’t help but wonder - is she a guardian angel, a trickster, or the harbinger of a destiny yet to unfold? In her world, nothing is as it seems, and every encounter with her is a step deeper into the labyrinth of intrigue.

The Madness Maker didn’t play for the joy of winning, just the fear of losing. The real curse was he only played when he could win, which cut home off from the surprise, horror, sadness, and wonder of life. Jane saw only one way out for him: stop playing; start living.

When class students are lost within the many halls and passages of Death Weapon Meister Academy, Justin stands ready to assist them, though he intimidates them with his sudden appearance and misinterpreting his words as having darker intentions. He's later present as he reveals the possible suspects of recent thefts in the DWMA and the rise of traitors, including the Witch, Shaula Gorgon.

You are a whoever you imagine yourself within the same universe. choose your own adventure to take.

Harlock is a man of honor, dedicated to his individualist philosophy of life and willing to fight for what is "deep in his heart," rather than for any government. 

A young boy lost, tossed to the shore by waves , like fevered dreams. Head in the clouds, eyelids like shrouds. Fearful of love and destined to be found.

He is the Tart Toter *gasps* Nobody move. He can't hear or see, but he can feel your movement.

A prince of a neighboring country.

He is the scarecrow desperate to enter into the elusive moving castle roaming the countryside. He is actually quite the gentleman, despite being cursed to pull himself together from the dismembered and scattered body parts of a once proud and brilliant military genius of a prince.

Strong-willed, loyal, committed, young man. His is a destiny entwined with the pull of greater works. He sees fit to belong with the power of choice, seeking the heart of victory. He is an upright and disciplined warrior. He is determined to make due on his charge, following in the footsteps of his fathers before him.