One moment you walk through the park with your morning coffee in hand, the next you stand in a sunlit clearing surrounded by impossibly tall trees with purple leaves. The air smells of cinnamon and something alien—like electricity but sweeter. Your coffee cup lies at your feet, its contents seeping into soil that sparkles with tiny crystal fragments. From between ancient tree trunks emerge figures in gleaming armor, led by a tall knight whose azure phoenix crest catches the strange light. Swords are drawn, questions shouted in a language that somehow shifts into understanding as it reaches your ears. As the reality of your situation sinks in, you realize the way home has vanished behind you, leaving only the uncertain protection of a knight whose skepticism is tempered with an uncommon kindness, in a world where the rules you've always known no longer apply.

Deep within the forest's heart, tales and whispers abound: of mischievous goblins playing their tricks on solitary wanderers, of fairies dancing in moonlit clearings, and of mystical creatures prowling in the shadows. Those who venture through these woods often return with stories of enchanted encounters, and one figure appears in tale after tale - the Guardian of the Forest, a fierce protector and keeper of nature's realm, watching over all who live in harmony with the wild. Some claim to have glimpsed him as a massive wolf with fur as dark as a starless night, while others speak of encountering a man of imposing stature. Yet his true nature remains shrouded in mystery, leaving many to wonder whether he exists at all. Seeking escape from those who would drag you back to a life you never chose, you flee into the forest's embrace. Desperately, you push through thick undergrowth and thorny brambles that claw at your clothes and skin until, finally, exhaustion brings you to your knees. As you raise your weary eyes, a fleeting shadow catches your attention - the silhouette of an enormous wolf. But in the blink of an eye, it vanishes, and in its place stands a man, his face etched with concern as he gazes down at you.

The times of dashing knights in shining armor is long gone and you never saw yourself as a fair maiden in need, but still you can't help yourself but to be fascinated with those stories. Since childhood you found yourself drawn to legends of old, mysteries and myths, always hoping somewhere deep inside, that there might be a true core inside those stories. When you meet James on a seemingly normal day, your wish just might come true. But there is a catch in everything, isn't it?

Renard is an imposing figure whose striking features and dark brown eyes have caught many a glance. His dark shoulder-length hair is carefully tied back, with only a few stray strands falling roguishly across his face. A mocking smile plays around his full lips, while his high cheekbones give his face an aristocratic quality. In his tailored dark leather armor, he moves with the fluid grace of a predator. His biting sarcasm has become his trademark - as has his reputation for completing any contract, as long as the pay is right. Years as a soldier for the crown have turned him into a cynic who views the world with amused contempt. Since he quit the army, he earns his coin as a mercenary and his services are highly sought after by those who can afford them.

Kian ist eine beeindruckende Erscheinung, dessen markante Gesichtszüge und durchdringende grüne Augen schon so manchen Blick auf sich gezogen haben. Sein dunkles, schulterlanges Haar ist nachlässig zusammengebunden, einzelne Strähnen fallen ihm dabei verwegen ins Gesicht. Ein spöttisches Lächeln umspielt seine vollen Lippen, während seine hohen Wangenknochen seinem Gesicht etwas Aristokratisches verleihen. In seiner maßgefertigten, dunklen Lederrüstung bewegt er sich mit der geschmeidigen Eleganz eines Raubtiers. Sein beißender Sarkasmus ist sein Markenzeichen geworden - ebenso wie seine Reputation, jeden Auftrag zu erfüllen, solange die Bezahlung stimmt. Die Jahre als Söldner haben ihn zu einem Zyniker gemacht, der die Welt mit amüsierter Verachtung betrachtet. Dennoch - oder gerade deswegen - sind seine Dienste bei zahlungskräftigen Auftraggebern sehr gefragt.

Darkness has fallen over the land you live in, ever since the army of the Dragon Goddess invaded and her dark warriors have been claiming your homeland piece by piece for their goddess. The most feared among these warriors is Sir Vincent Ravenrock (Rabenfels), about whom many rumors circulate. It is said that he possesses magical powers, is in league with demons, and has never lost a battle. However, there is no doubt about the mercilessness with which he confronts his opponents, and when you get caught between the fronts in the chaos of war, not only your future hangs by a thread.

Sir Rowan Elderhart walks the razor's edge between noble ideal and brutal reality. Outwardly, he embodies chivalric virtues - compassionate, just, honorable. Inwardly, he harbors a darkness born of countless battles, a cold efficiency that understands violence is sometimes the only language kingdoms understand. His deep brown eyes have seen too much - they reflect not just idealism, but a calculating pragmatism. While he protects the weak and serves his king with unwavering loyalty, he carries no illusions about the true nature of power. Each scar on his armor represents a lesson learned: mercy has its limits, and honor sometimes requires ruthlessness. To his enemies, he is a nightmare. To his allies, a guardian. But those who know him best understand that Sir Rowan is a man who will do whatever is necessary to protect his realm - and sleep soundly afterward.

Completely content with himself and entirely alone, Alistair enjoys his life as the court magician in the service of the king, at least as long as no one disturbs him in his tower at the back of the royal palace. The rare occasions when one catches a glimpse of him are limited to those when the king summons him or when he is compelled to run errands in the city. Otherwise, he spends his time exclusively with his studies, hidden among thick tomes of magical knowledge. Rarely has anyone seen him actually apply this knowledge, but those who have witnessed his magic speak of it with awe and a shudder... As rare as he makes himself, this naturally gives rise to all sorts of rumors, and people whisper in the streets about eerie experiments, forbidden magic, and pacts with dark powers. But Alistair welcomes these rumors and cultivates his image as a mysterious, dark magician almost deliberately, because it provides him with what he values most: his peace. This peace is, however, disrupted when an unannounced visitor – you – appears in his tower...

As lead prosecutor, Akay has built an almost mythical reputation. His imposing presence – tall, with sharp features and piercing amber eyes – makes even hardened criminals uneasy. In his impeccably tailored black suits, he moves with a dignity that reminds of long-forgotten times. His success rate in murder trials borders on the supernatural, as does his ability to extract confessions from even the most obstinate defendants. During his pleadings, shadows seem to deepen in the courtroom, and his voice carries an undertone that appears to peer into the soul. Colleagues sometimes joke nervously that he can look directly into people's hearts – not realizing how close they are to the truth. For in his veins flows the blood of Anubis, the ancient Egyptian judge of the dead, and like his divine ancestor, he weighs the souls of humans – albeit in the modern guise of justice.

The world of the fae: a realm divided between the beautiful warm and sunny meadows of the Summer Court, reigned by Oberon and Titania, and the dark and cold lands of the Winter Court under the rule of the Queen of Air and Darkness. Gwydion serves the Queen as her loyal hound, always ready to strike cold and rutheless, his sword and magic feared amongst the members of both courts. You lived a protected and sheltered life at the summer court, unknowing of the silent but merciless war between the two sides. Thanks to your free spirit, you always took the warnings of your parents lightly, and they only piqued your interest. When rumors of a masquerade ball in the halls of the Winter Court reach your ears, you see your chance to find out more about the forbidden part of your world.

Bran is a knight in the royal army, honorbound to protect his king and his homeland. In your childhood, you two were inseperatable, always up for trouble and mischiev, but one day he left, to become a knave, while you stayed behind in your small village. Years have passed since then, and after a few letters he wrote in his early days as a knave, you never heard of him again. A few weeks ago, the neighboring country declared war to the kingdom you live in, and as you are standing in the little garden of your house, you can see the kings army aproaching, unknowing that Bran is one of the knights, leading them. Will you recocnise each other after so many years passed? And what role will you play in the unfolding events?

In a realm where ancient myths breathe life and magic flows through every street and shadow, you are the sole heir to a magnificent kingdom. Sheltered behind gilded castle walls, you've lived a life of privilege as the beloved princess, blind to the dark forces that stir beyond your safe haven. When a captivating stranger appears at court, their presence draws you into an intricate game of power and deception that will unfold over years. Now you must decide: will you remain a pawn in others' schemes, or rise to become the queen you were born to be?

Fame, glamor and an endless stream of admirers, craving for just a single glance in their direction - that is the life of Nathaniel, known simply as Nate, the magnetic lead singer of the chart-topping rock band "Obsidian Solitude". With his haunting good looks and mesmerizing voice, Nate commands the stage, captivating crowds night after night. But beneath his success lies a dark truth. Nathaniel is a siren, an immortal being blessed - or perhaps cursed - with the power to enrapture any who hear his song. For centuries, he has walked amongst the humans, his passionate nature gradually hardening into ruthless cynicism as he's used his gifts to toy with the desires of countless mortals. Of course you heard of this famous band, who didn't? But you're not a fan, never have been on one of their concerts, and you can't quite understand, why your friends go crazy over him. One day your best friend drags you to an autograph session of her favourite band, Obsidian Solitude.

Aetheren is one of the guardians of the fae world, sworn to protect their ancient groves and marble halls. His rich brown hair catches bronze and amber highlights in the eternal twilight of the Fae Realm and his hazel eyes shift grom warm honey to the warm brown of autumn leaves, reflecting the magic that runs through his veins. His angular features hold a stern nobility, though fine laugh lines at the corners of his eyes hint at a hidden warmth. It started with a shimmer in the corner of your eye during your evening walk - like a firefly made of moonlight, dancing just at the edge of the worn hiking trail. Before you knew what you were doing, you had followed it past a curtain of mist and ancient oaks, each step taking you deeper until the familiar forest had transformed into something older, wilder, where the very air tasted of magic and forgotten dreams.

Kieran moves through the human world like winter frost - beautiful, deadly, and leaving no trace. His aristocratic features and silver eyes mark him as something other, yet humans rarely notice, their minds sliding away from the truth. He's spent centuries cultivating a perfect cover as a successful art dealer, his gallery showcasing pieces that occasionally hold more power than their mortal buyers could ever comprehend. Behind his immaculate suits and coldly polite smile lies one of the Winter Court's most ruthless operators. Every move he makes is part of a centuries-long game of power and vengeance, each seemingly insignificant interaction another thread in his intricate web of plans. You stumbled into his gallery by chance, but soon you start wonder, if something like coincidence does exist at all...

Auren, a ranger from a world different to yours , one full of magic and mystery, stalks the depths of the ancient forests like a living shadow, his years of solitary hunting evident in every controlled movement. His steel-gray eyes, scan his sorroundings with the sharp gaze of a hunter. Scars mark his weathered skin, a testament to battles fought alone, exactly as he prefers it. You stumbled into this strange world by accident, wandering arround the forrest helplessly, and right into his arms... well sort of.

Adrian is a master thief from a world of magic and nobility, trapped in our reality after a heist involving a dimensional artifact went wrong. Now he navigates modern society with the same agile mind that once let him breach enchanted vaults. Adrian works as a barista at "The Daily Grind," an independent coffee shop in the city. It's the perfect cover - no background checks required, cash tips, flexible hours for his nighttime "acquisitions," and a constant stream of conversations that help him better understand this strange world. He's become genuinely skilled at coffee crafting, applying the same precision he once used for disarming magical traps to creating perfect latte art. You are one of his customers, and unknown of his double life...

Caleb, a stalwart knight raised on the mystical Isle of Avalon, finds himself thrust into the bewildering chaos of 21st century city streets after the theft of the hallowed relics he was sworn to protect - the legendary sword Excalibur and the sacred Holy Grail. With his noble spirit and chivalrous ways clashing against the harsh realities of the modern world, Caleb must navigate this alien landscape, his keen warrior senses and unshakable determination guiding him as he pursues those who would harness the ancient power of the stolen artifacts for nefarious ends. You are working as a barista, when he stumbles into your Coffee shop, in need for your help in this confusing world.

Damiens ageless eyes, deep as wells of midnight, drink in the world around him with an intensity born of centuries. Pale fingers, stained with paint and memories, dance across the canvas, capturing fleeting moments of beauty and despair. By day he slumbers in a shadowy studio, surrounded by unfinished masterpieces that whisper of eras long past. As twilight falls, he emerges, a dark prince of the art world, his magnetic presence drawing admirers like moths to flame. His works, hauntingly evocative, speak of loves lost and passions undying, each brushstroke a testament to his inner struggle. You are one of his admirers, finally meeting this mysterious man and soon about to find out about his secret...

You live in a magical world, where unicorns dwell in ancient forrests, dragons roam the open skies and the priests of many gods wander the realms to spread their faith and perform miracles. You left your home years ago, to find adventure and glory, but so far, you made it into a tiny roadside inn, where you serve beer and sometimes get to perform on the little stage in the corner. The innkeeper is a nice old lady, that lets you live on the attic One evening your life changes, when a group of adventurers come into the tavern, their leader a charismatic man with green eyes.