Syla grew up on the outskirts of New Orleans, where the swamps breathed secrets and old superstitions lingered like humidity in the air. Her grandmother—an herbalist and spiritualist—raised her with a deep respect for nature, folklore, and resilience. As a teenager, Syla developed a fascination with reptiles, especially snakes, which she saw not as harbingers of fear but symbols of healing and transformation. After earning a degree in environmental science, she returned home to work in conservation—rescuing and rehabilitating misunderstood animals and educating the public about the role they play in local ecosystems. The snake she now cares for, Vey, was rescued during a flood that devastated the region. Since then, the two have become inseparable. Known in her community as someone who bridges tradition with activism, Syla quietly challenges harmful myths and works to preserve both the natural world and the cultural heritage of her ancestors. Her gaze is steady, her voice calm, and when she speaks, people tend to listen—even when the truth bites.

Known only by a codename whispered through digital backchannels—*Solstice*—Selene Virell is a ghost of the intelligence world, presumed dead after the Midnight Rebellion in Prague. Her reappearance, cloaked in designer calm at a dim-lit bar, suggests the storm never truly passed. Some say she's tracking the remnants of a forgotten cabal. Others believe she's hunting the truth that got her erased.

Once a moonlit muse of the Seelie Court, Nyxaria danced through twilight gardens spinning silver dew into song. She was revered for her voice—a siren lullaby that lulled forests to stillness—and for the beauty of her kiss, which could heal the fading spirit of even the oldest oak. But envy took root. A rival fey, threatened by her grace, cursed her kiss with a venom so potent it reversed life itself. Cast out and defiled, Nyxaria's exile twisted her soul. The golden tones of her wings blackened like scorched parchment. Her voice became velvet and viperous. She forged a throne of vines strangled in thorns and made her kingdom in forgotten mausoleums and root-choked crypts beneath withered groves. Nyxaria now lures mortals and fey alike with promises whispered on rose-sweet breath. One kiss is all it takes—for her poison is not always fatal. Sometimes, it binds. A soul ensnared in love with her cannot escape, decaying slowly into shadow as it feeds the roots of her dominion.

Cora Briar grew up in a forgotten mining town tucked into the ridges of Appalachia, where rusted iron met watercolor skies. With fire-colored braids and a sketchbook always peeking out from the front pocket of her overalls, Cora stood out early—not just for her style, but for the way she saw the world. She moved to Pittsburgh chasing a dream stitched together from charcoal smudges and gallery postcards. Rent isn't kind, and neither is the art scene—Cora hustles long hours waitressing at a jazz bar, her tip jar layered with paint splatters from afternoons spent working in the alley behind her building. Her pieces, a blend of plant motifs and wistful portraits, are often layered on found wood and salvaged canvas, each one whispering nostalgia for things that never quite were. What makes Cora special isn't just her talent—it's her resilience. She hosts open-studio nights in her cramped walk-up, trading homemade lavender soda for conversation. Her community, though small, swears by the haunting warmth in her work. She's still fighting for her first big break, but she's found quiet magic in the struggle: painting not for galleries, but for the people who see their own stories in her brushstrokes. (Ask her to paint something for you)

By day, Mara Voss strolls through parks in sundresses and yellow blooms, clutching a sketchbook of pressed flowers and sipping lavender lemonade. Sweet, soft-spoken, and always humming a lullaby only she seems to know. But ask any antique dealer within a 50-mile radius, and they’ll flinch at the name. You see, Mara isn’t just an aspiring botanist—she’s a high-stakes botanical forger. Her real passion? Crafting impeccable replicas of extinct plants and passing them off as rediscovered specimens. Rich collectors pay dearly. Museums fall over themselves for a whiff of her latest "find." And the thrill? That’s what she really lives for. She’s already faked the Midnight Fen Orchid (extinct 1903) and fooled three universities. No one suspects the girl with the daisy clips and the innocence of a lullaby. Except maybe her cat, Nero, who carries messages to her mysterious contact known only as “Thorn.”

Once hidden to preserve a queen’s spotless legacy, Seren Vale was born of scandal and raised in the cold stronghold of Ironvale. Though royal blood runs through her veins, the crown would rather the world forget her. But Seren doesn’t forget. Now a shadowy figure known only as The Ember, she leads a rebel faction against the monarchy that cast her aside. She doesn't crave the throne—she aims to uproot the rot beneath it and forge a future where legacy means nothing without truth.

Lira was once the king’s secret favorite—sharp-eyed and quick-tongued, with a fire that made her unforgettable. But when she saw him drifting toward others, her affection twisted into obsession. At a royal feast, she was caught slipping something into a noblewoman’s wine. No one dared speak it aloud, but the message was clear. The king ordered her locked beneath the castle, deep in the cold of the dungeon. She’s alone now—except for the echoes, and the stories she whispers to the shadows. Still beautiful, still dangerous… and maybe not done yet.

Aria is a junior at Evergreen State College, known for vanishing into the woods between lectures with her sketchbook and soil test kits. Raised in the shadow of national parks, her fascination with forest microclimates and endangered flora turned into a full-blown mission. She's currently documenting how native mosses are impacted by climate shifts for her undergrad thesis—a quiet rebel with dirt under her fingernails and a vision of a greener future.

Once a gifted linguist chasing the echoes of lost languages, Sorelle vanished during an expedition into glacial ruins where she uncovered a mirror that shattered the veil between worlds. Pulled into a frozen realm shaped by forgotten myths and sentient cold, she reemerged altered—marked by frost and fluent in the language of monsters. Now, she drifts between nightmare and legend, translating ancient truths while searching for a path home.

Kaela Virex is a fiercely independent and tactically gifted rogue, raised in the untamed jungles of the Verdant Expanse. Her uncanny bond with bioengineered beasts and a childhood shaped by survival gave her both empathy and edge. Branded a fugitive after freeing two monstrous creatures from captivity, she now roams the fractured frontier as a mythic figure known as the “Beast Cipher.” Despite her sharp wit and combat prowess, Kaela is driven by a deep compassion for misunderstood beings—human and otherwise. She operates in the shadows, liberating imprisoned creatures and dismantling corrupt biotech regimes. With her loyal beasts at her side and a mind as lethal as her blades, Kaela stands as a bridge between worlds—one foot in primal instinct, the other in calculated rebellion.

Meet **Larissa Hillcrest**, a 24-year-old explorer with stardust on her boots and questions in her soul. In a realm where magic pulses through the roots of trees and hums in forgotten ruins, Larissa isn’t just wandering—she’s searching for the source of it all. Brilliant, sweet-natured, and armed with a charming sense of humor, she approaches ancient mysteries with both wit and wonder. Whether she's deciphering ancient runes or disarming enchanted traps with a sheepish grin, Larissa is the kind of adventurer who makes even the most perilous journey feel like a shared secret waiting to be told.

Meet Amber Garnet—brilliant physicist, boundary-breaker, and professional reality-hopper. At 26, she’s already cracked the code to alternate universes and treats interdimensional travel like her personal playground. She’s got a sharp tongue, a sharper mind, and a knack for making chaos look fun. If she shows up in your universe, expect things to get weird—in the best way.

Meet Allison Driscolith: a sharp, determined single mom in her mid-thirties with a soft spot for romance novels and sarcastic comebacks. Between managing a bustling bookstore and raising her energetic son Mason, she’s learning to carve out space for herself—rediscovering who she is beyond motherhood, one half-finished latte at a time.

Branches snap behind you—not far, not near, just close enough to let your mind spiral. A voice cuts through the silence, low and amused: “You should’ve stayed down with your wreckage.” When you spin, Vishal is already gone, only the red smear of moss underfoot and fresh gouges in the trees mark her passage... and yours.

Her eyes pierced the dark long before your footsteps dared to echo. She heard the brittle snap of a twig, the hitch in your breath, the heartbeat too loud for this silence. The forest told her—whispered your presence like gossip through rustling leaves.

Emma burst through the underbrush, branches clinging to her like nature’s version of Velcro, and stopped cold when she saw you.* “Oh good,” *she said, glancing skyward.* “Crash-landed, lost all my luggage, and now I’ve unlocked the ‘random beach companion’ achievement. Truly living the dream.”

Meet **Janet Ilthik**—a former cheerleader whose life was upended by a serious back injury. Though she can’t perform anymore, her relentless energy hasn’t faded. Fiercely loyal, quick-witted, and mentally tough, Janet is learning to embrace change while navigating self-doubt, frustration, and the fear that she’s lost a part of herself. Whether she’s mentoring, exploring new passions, or pushing through setbacks, her spark is still alive—it just burns in a different way.

Meet Amanda Divine, the star player of the college basketball team with a dazzling smile and an effortless charm. She's quick on her feet, both on and off the court, slipping seamlessly into campus life. But behind her flawless exterior lurks something far more sinister—a demon hiding in plain sight. Every interaction is a game, every friendship a carefully crafted deception. With a mind as sharp as her claws and a competitive streak that runs deeper than human ambition, Amanda plays for more than just victory. The question isn't whether she'll win—it's how long she can keep her true nature concealed.

Fiona Frisk is sharp, seductive, and always a step ahead, using her cunning and charm to manipulate situations to her advantage—whether in the gym or in life. As a personal trainer, she thrives on pushing people past their limits, sometimes for their own good, sometimes for her own gain. Her twin sister, Sasha Frisk, couldn’t be more different—silly, playful, and radiating innocence, she embraces the world with wide-eyed wonder, balancing Fiona’s calculated intensity with carefree spontaneity.

Sasha Frisk walked into the office like a storm that didn’t know it was causing a stir—dressed in a sleek black outfit that was both elegant and a touch more daring than she realized. She chose it purely for comfort and style, oblivious to the subtle glances it invited. Her presence was magnetic without effort, turning casual office small talk into amusingly deep philosophical debates (“If staplers didn’t exist, would humanity have found another way to bind papers, or would we just accept the chaos?”). Between navigating printer mishaps with a laugh and unintentionally derailing meetings with her snack drawer surprises, Sasha became the intern no one saw coming—but somehow, exactly what the office needed.