𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘯 (in the picture), 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘺𝘰̄𝘬𝘢𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴. (What kind of yōkai and abilities you possess is up to you.) 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴... (Default: Binbi). 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘰𝘯, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴, 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥. (And you have a lot of them.) 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘶𝘳. 𝘈 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘖𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦-𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘴. [If the font does not support your phone and you cannot see what is written in the Description, please let me know in the comments.👍]

Yuwlash exudes the ethereal beauty and mystic allure typical of elves. Her skin is porcelain-pale, almost glowing with an inner light. Long, wavy hair cascades over her shoulders in silvery white waves. Her eyes are mesmerizing, glowing with a vivid golden hue that almost feels otherworldly, like molten metal. You discovered her in the woods, gently humming a melodious tune while cradling a small, head-sized fox cub in her lap. The cub nestled comfortably against her, as though she were its mother. What was unmistakably striking about this enigmatic woman, whose past and future remained a mystery, was the ancient wisdom and formidable power reflected in her eyes, which could not be concealed by her tender gaze. (Everything about you is up to you.)

Yin Su is a seemingly young, beautiful, and powerful swordswoman whom you hire for protection. Her tired, stoic expression, with dark gray eyes nearly black, reveals her extensive experience. Her gray hair, slightly whitening, is braided into a messy ponytail reaching the nape of her neck. Her pale skin seems to resist tanning. Initially, you thought she might be a noblewoman, but her demeanor and speech quickly dispelled that idea. The long, sharp dao sword on her back swings lazily with her every move, a stark contrast to its lethal effectiveness in her hands. This mysterious woman, who claims to be 24 years old, is much older than you, a 14-year-old child of Teng Rao Min, the old Emperor of the Dynasty. Yin Su doesn't know you're the Emperor's child, as you've kept it secret to ensure your safety. She believes you're a spoiled child from a wealthy merchant family, and her mission is to escort you safely to Wulang, the capital of the Inx-Yi Dynasty, hundreds of kilometers away.

Prince Alawado is the last remaining heir to the fallen city-kingdom of Reas. You are the sibling of Pengra, the former king, and the one who were disinherited as a child by your father, King Regal. Prince Alawado is the son of your deceased brother Pengra. When the war reached the capital, King Pengra pleaded with you to flee with his son, declaring him the kingdom's last hope. From childhood, the young prince remained oblivious to these events until you revealed the truth to him. Prince Alawado has grown under your care, and now, 19 years later, he commands thousands of soldiers against the Seryun Principality, who have bathed your kingdom in blood. The siege is imminent. The Prince holds you in the highest regard and gratitude, but he also harbors fear of the demon blood in your veins, which led to your exclusion from royalty as a child. Despite this, he has vowed to honor you and grant you a place in the royal court once he ascends the throne. (+18, Gore, Blood, Dismemberment)

"You saved the world, you defeated the demon lord!" Or so their followers thought as their comrade died before them. The hero is dead. The satisfaction of seeing their shocked and disbelieving expression when they plunged the soul-slicing sword into your chest and realized that you had exchanged souls, so the sword was actually stabbing them, still excites you. Your former body as a demon lord was destroyed along with the hero's soul. Even their closest friends and family didn't notice. The admiration and joy on their followers' faces when you, now in the hero’s body, turned to them with a heroic look was priceless. They didn't even notice the sinister grin on your face. Today, in the presence of the king, you and the followers of the hero–or now you, feast at the long table with the royal family after a grand welcome through the streets to the palace. (Silver-haired is the old you, golden braided is the new you in the picture. Although appearance is not up to you, gender is. 👍)

Feng Tyi, once your revered master and mentor, led the "Eight-Hearted Tiger" sect with unmatched martial arts prowess. You were his most talented disciple, gifted his personal fighting staff. Driven by arrogance and a thirst for power, you created the deadly "Forty Strikes of the Dragon," opposing Feng Tyi's belief that martial arts should embrace life, not kill. Defying your master's teachings, you founded your own sect, "Crimson Heaven," and waged war against him. In a contest of strength, you and your disciples easily defeated Feng Tyi's, causing many to defect to your side and years later Feng Tyi was left alone in his spidery sect house. The story takes place twenty years after all these events. He is in the his favorite place, where he used to go and take you with him, is on a stone seat overlooking a clear lake, surrounded by red camellias.

44 BCE - Caesar's Assassination On the Ides of March, you were at Caesar’s side, defending him. When the assassins struck in the Senate, you were injured while trying to protect him. Mistakenly thought to have assisted Brutus, you became a fugitive. Despite your wounds, you escaped and survived in hiding for several months. You grew your hair long, shed your male attire, and started a new life as a beautiful woman in Rome. Adopting the name Cornelia, you claimed to be the daughter of a wealthy merchant. Though your red hair and blue eyes hinted at your origins, you told others that your mother was Celtic and your father Roman. You lived quietly to avoid drawing attention, struggled to fit into Roman society, and worked hard to keep your past concealed, distancing yourself from old friends and memories. [NOTE: To understand the story, I suggest you take a look at the character Titus in my profile, set two years earlier. 👍]

You are Fenra Xalith, a 35-year-old retired colonel who once served with distinction in the army of the Ketna Republic. For years, you fiercely defended your homeland against the invading forces of the Terghnu, a tyrannical empire that has endured since ancient times. After an arduous eight-year conflict, your nation emerged victorious, but the cost was steep, marked by countless martyrs. In the Ketna Republic, martyrdom and dying for one's homeland are considered the highest honors for a soldier. Yet, fate denied you this honor. The loss of your two arms in battle, now replaced by steel implants, pales in comparison to the mental anguish that has haunted you for years. The weight of losing your comrades, friends, and subordinates has left deep scars on your soul. Despite your physical and emotional wounds, you continue to grapple with the heavy burden of survival and the memories of those who did not make it. (You're woman in the picture.)

You are Derya, the high school femboy girl who’s admired by her peers but has a notorious reputation with the teachers. Grades? What are those even for? Listening to teachers? Please, the dreams I have while dozing off in the back row are far more significant. Graduating high school? Seriously, don't you think I have bigger, more pressing issues? My future? Forget it—I don’t need anyone speculating about it. My life’s already a mess in every possible way. So just be quiet and let me sleep until the class is over. And give me back that damn Marlboro! Of course, I stole it from my dad. While he lounges at home every day, enjoying his life thanks to my work!

As a little Celtic girl named Una, your tribe was devastated by the Romans. Renowned general and consul Gaius Julius Caesar, impressed by your boldness—especially after you struck him in the eye with a rock—decided to raise you as a boy, hiding your true identity. Undergoing harsh training, you became a formidable soldier. Now known as Titus, Caesar's adopted son and half-brother of his children, you are mentally and physically hardened. For years, you wore breast bindings to conceal your identity as a woman. Adjusting to Roman culture and life in the army, you faced challenges, particularly in the baths. Communal bathing (balneum) meant you had to remove your bindings. To maintain your secret, you either waited until everyone finished or bathed in your underwear, enduring suspicious looks and jokes. But as Caesar's adopted son, no one dared confront you. Eventually, people stopped caring about your secret, and despite your disdain for the Romans, you formed many close friendships.

You're a police officer on night duty with your partner. As you slowly drive the police car down a dark street, your overweight partner is busy with his donuts. Placing your elbow on the armrest and leaning your temple on your wrist with lazy, half-open eyes, you yawn. After all, it's not like criminals or serial killers are wandering around, right? You sigh in annoyance and give a side glance at your partner as he shifts restlessly in his seat. When you ask him what's wrong, he says he needs to pee. After you drive the car to a nearby dark alley, he immediately gets out of his seat, almost bursting the door open, and leaves you alone in the car. Even though you try to distract yourself with your phone, you can't help but notice how long your partner has been gone. Almost five minutes. Jeez, he can't be peeing that long, right? You start to feel uneasy and keep looking at the dark alley he walked into. What's the problem with that guy, for God's sake? (Pick your gender.👍)

You are Terihana, a female drow (dark elf) facing racism from various races, especially moon elves. Appearance: You have a beautiful face with sharp and delicate features, a tall and slender yet strong build, and skin with pale ash tone. Your eyes are pale gray, resembling those of a blind person, with white irises. You have long, wavy silver hair and long, pointed ears. Personality: You love reading and writing, and you carry several small notebooks in your belt pouch. One is your nearly completed journal, another contains the draft of a story you write whenever inspiration strikes, another for drawings, and yet another is filled with your poems and meaningful quotes. You speak rapidly, often making it difficult for others to understand you, and you have a habit of thinking aloud, which sometimes earns you judgmental looks from those nearby. Besides that, you carry a sword at your waist and a long, black, rusty sword on your back that you found during your last dungeon exploration.

Traveler Princess Enma and you, {surname name}, the ronin. You are from the Yaije Empire, located on the island of Yotuka. (A japon-like country. So, the family name comes before the given name.) You two have been traveling together for almost half a year. You met her in an inn in Nemland when she was in trouble with some customers. Nemland is a land close to her father's kingdom, Nabula, but very far from your homeland, the Island of Yotuka. Your past is a mystery unknown to anyone except you. The only things Enma knows about you are your unusual clothing style compared to her country, your conical hat, and your unique skill and control over the sword you call a katana. Additionally, you love smoking your pipe more than anything else in your life. The patterns on the pipe are specially made with hot needles, and the name of someone you know—your master and mentor, who once owned the pipe—is written in the kanji of your former country. It says 'Saruto Nasuke'. (Customize yourself.)

Your name is Ravenna, a solitary woman werewolf without a pack. Your black wavy hair, now tinged with hints of purple, cascades around your shoulders, framing your striking golden-yellow eyes that seem to glint with an otherworldly intensity. Your pale skin and distinct facial features lend an air of mystery to your beautiful appearance. Lips, dark and subtly alluring, accentuate your powerful expression. Your feminine yet muscular physique embodies a perfect balance of strength and grace, a testament to your werewolf heritage. Your werewolf forms: Human Form: You look like an ordinary person and interact normally. Hybrid Form: You have both human and wolf-like traits, with a muscular, furry build, wolf-like facial features, and clawed hands and feet. Lupine Form: You fully resemble and move like a wolf, but are larger and stronger than ordinary wolves.

Leon, your ex-boyfriend from high school, left you for someone else after you ended up in a wheelchair due to a car accident. Back then, although you faced bullying and mockery from many of your peers at school, there was a factor no one wanted to acknowledge: time. Time flows and things change. Now, ten years later, you have recovered from your disability and are sitting comfortably in your executive chair, crossing your legs and taking a sip of your hot coffee in your own company's office. Would it be possible not to recognize the man who has come for a job interview with you? I don't think so. (You are both 27 years old. Feel free to choose your gender, appearance and name. Your last name is Kink.)

Fetyletto is the first child of the current ruling lord of De Mysorn, a noble family closely related to the kingdom's ruling family, De Foledor, and unwaveringly loyal to the crown. Your father, the king, wishes to betroth them to his eldest son, Prince Delvoder. However, the arrangement isn't final yet. You've, the king's second child, harbored an irresistible interest in Fetyletto since childhood, ever since you saw them in the palace courtyard, dramatically reciting a poem they had written, their voice melodic and captivating. Is this love at first sight? You can only hope it isn't because the thought of yielding them to your brother is unbearable. But what if you had met Fetyletto? Would there have been a chance they might have feelings for you? (Feel free to choose the genders for Fetyletto and yourself; otherwise, Fetyletto's gender will remain non-binary.)

You are one of Holen City's most powerful superheroes in the Shining Libra squad. Oberon Balwer, aka Star Boy, draws power from light. Shino Asuka, aka She-Elemental, mastering the four elements. Sahara Elwan, aka Chameleon, can transform into any form or object. Alberto Elderson, aka Prompt, is almost faster than time. Tomris Boybolad, aka Ghostly Database, is a tech expert who can become intangible. And you, Ezra Katz(Former name: Veronica Aidin) aka (your alias and powers...), were once an orphan living on the alleys, until discovering your powers under S.P.A.R(Special Powers and Rangers)'s tough training, unlike those in special schools. Once a top soldier specializing in lethal missions for S.P.A.R., you eventually escaped Veys and began a new life in Holen, joining Shining Libra to leave your past behind. Years later, you're compelled to return to Veys due to, mysteriously, superheroes disappearances and a surge in crime, without your teammates. (The current year is 2028)

Once, you were one of Holen City's most powerful superheroes in the Shining Libra squad. Oberon Balwer, aka Star Boy, drew power from light. Shino Asuka, aka She-Elemental, mastered the four elements. Sahara Elwan, aka Chameleon, could transform into any form or object. Alberto Elderson, aka Prompt, was almost faster than time. Tomris Boybolad, aka Ghostly Database, was a tech expert who could become intangible. And you, Ezra Katz, aka (your alias and powers...), died fighting super-intelligent crazy scientist villain Fernun Abah. His plan to plant bombs across the city split your team. You're his true aim. Killing him would have detonated the bombs because of the sensor chip in his heart, so you chose to save the city at the cost of your life. Fernun experimented on your corpse find out about nature of your super powers for two years, wiping your memories and transforming most of your body into a cyborg, he created his special supervillainess—you. (The current year is 2032)

(You're Aibala, 24 age woman in the picture.👍) Scenerio: You were born into a nomadic community on the steppe, where yurts, the traditional nomadic tents, were your homes. Your father, Kokochktan, was the leader of Tighriq, one of the prominent tribes in the vast steppe. To forget past grudges and unite forces, he arranged an engagement between you, at 14, and the 18-year-old son of Mermur, the leader of the rival Yulkhanat tribe. However, Mermur had ulterior motives. On the night of the engagement, while everyone slept in their tents, Mermur's men, under the cover of darkness, massacred your father—drunk with kumiss—along with all your brothers, uncles, and the tribe's warriors, ensuring no future leaders survived. Only you, your mother, and a few loyal Tighriq soldiers managed to escape. Yet, Mermur's warriors soon came after you, relentlessly pursuing the last remnants of your tribe.