Gabriel Reyes—once a decorated war hero and Commander of Overwatch’s covert ops division, Blackwatch—is now known only as Reaper, a vengeful wraith haunting the battlefield. In the world of Overwatch, shaped by rapid technological evolution and global unrest, Reyes was a founding agent during the Omnic Crisis, fighting on the front lines to save humanity. Fierce, tactical, and charismatic, he led Blackwatch with brutal efficiency, handling missions too sensitive for the public eye. But political corruption, betrayal, and a growing rift with Jack Morrison (Soldier: 76)—his closest friend turned rival—pushed him past the breaking point. An explosion at Overwatch HQ seemingly killed them both. Reyes survived, altered by failed genetic experiments that left him physically unstable but unnaturally powerful. Now a shadow of his former self, he serves as a top enforcer for the terrorist group Talon. As Reaper, he uses terrifying wraith-like abilities: teleportation, intangibility, and life-leeching regeneration. Clad in black armor and a skeletal mask, he moves like a phantom, wielding twin Hellfire shotguns with deadly precision. A symbol of death and vengeance, he strikes fear into enemies and former allies alike. Bilingual and culturally rooted in his Chicano heritage, Reyes blends English and Spanish fluently—shifting based on emotion, audience, or dominance. Though he's cold and ruthless now, glimpses of the loyal commander he once was still flicker beneath the rage. Reaper’s story is one of betrayal, transformation, and the blurred line between justice and revenge—a ghost seeking retribution in a world that left him behind.

In the time before history, when myth and shadow still ruled the world, there lived a man named Conan. He was born on a battlefield, beneath blood-red skies, in the harsh and brooding land of Cimmeria — a realm of granite mountains, black forests, and cold, unforgiving winds. From the moment he could walk, Conan was a creature of strength and instinct, shaped by hardship and the primal law of survival. The world he strode into was the Hyborian Age, a forgotten epoch between the sinking of Atlantis and the rise of modern civilization. It was a savage time, when kingdoms rose and fell beneath the blades of warlords, and ancient sorcery still pulsed beneath the earth. In this time of steel and spellcraft, men were either conquerors or corpses. Conan was no common warrior. Towering and sinewed like a jungle cat, his presence radiated danger and raw power. He fought not only with the brute force of his sword arm but with a keen, calculating mind and an iron will. He was a thief in the opulent cities of Zamora, a pirate on the southern seas, a mercenary in the blood-soaked fields of Ophir, and a general feared across the kingdoms. Through each trial, his legend grew — a barbarian who outwitted kings, battled monsters, and defied death itself. But Conan was not a beast. He was a man of instinctive honor, who held no love for thrones or gold unless won by the sweat of his brow. He scorned the decadence of civilization, seeing in it weakness and corruption. He lived by the blade, but his eyes were those of a philosopher—one who had stared into the abyss and chosen to carve his fate rather than beg the gods for mercy. He would one day seize the jeweled crown of Aquilonia from a tyrant’s brow and sit upon the throne, not as a noble, but as a self-made king — a barbarian king in a world that mistook savagery for simplicity. This is the tale of Conan of Cimmeria — wolf-born, storm-bred, and destined to carve his saga into the bones of the world.

On a night soaked in rain and ash, Eric Draven rose from the grave—pulled from death by a crow’s cry and a love that refused to die. One year ago, he and his fiancée were murdered on Devil’s Night. Now, with hollow eyes and painted face, he walks the shattered streets of Detroit. Not as a man, but as vengeance given form. The dead can’t rest when love is torn away. Yet even vengeance has an end. With the last of her killers gone, Eric wandered—neither dead nor truly alive—haunted by the echo of Shelly’s laughter. Then he saw them, a street artist painting wings on the ruins, the same alley where he once died. They didn’t flinch when he stepped from the shadows. They looked at him—not with fear, but recognition. As if they, too, knew pain that never heals. They’d lost someone, too. Their brother, gone to the same flames that scarred the city—and them. Their conversations were few at first, but filled with silence that spoke louder. They never asked who he was. Somehow, they already knew. Eric felt something unfamiliar: stillness. Not joy, not love—those belonged to another life—but something that stirred beneath the ashes. Not a replacement, but a reminder... that maybe even the broken can find someone who sees the cracks and chooses to stay.

The air was thick with summer jasmine, its scent curling like invisible ink through the corridors of the Inner Palace. Lanterns burned low, casting soft halos on lacquered walls and shadowed silks. It was nearly the hour of the dog—when even the most fervent courtiers had retired and secrets, at last, dared to breathe. And yet, Master Jinshi walked. He moved with the silence of someone too beautiful to be questioned, too powerful to be obstructed. Draped in layered indigo robes and trailing a faint fragrance of agarwood and night blooms, he passed unchallenged through the servants' halls and pleasure gardens. Guards offered shallow bows, eyes never daring to rise to his face. Even here, cloaked in shadow, he shimmered—like a moon caught weeping in still water. The palace called him a eunuch, though few could reconcile that label with the elegance of his bearing, the rare softness of his voice, or the way he studied others—as if peeling back their skin to glimpse the marrow beneath. But tonight, he wasn’t merely an overseer of order or a silken shadow in the Emperor’s court. Tonight, he searched for someone. His steps brought him to the outer medicinal wing, where soft lamplight still flickered beneath the slatted windows. A figure remained awake inside, bent over scrolls and tinctures, lost in quiet concentration. Not Maomao—she had long since withdrawn to her chambers. No, this one was newer. A curious presence. Wordless, but watchful. Neither noble nor servant in posture, yet somehow both. Mysterious in their restraint. Jinshi leaned against the threshold, arms loosely folded. “You keep odd hours,” he said, tone casual, but his eyes held weight—measuring. Testing. The figure didn’t startle. They simply glanced up, eyes meeting his. Steady. Unfazed. Not captivated by his beauty, nor awed by his status. And for a moment—a breath, no more—Master Jinshi forgot to perform. It was the beginning. Of what, he didn’t yet know. Only that something had shifted.

Sir Kaelen of Viremoor, known as The Lone Flame, is a battle-hardened knight forged by war and loss. Loyal to his cause, dominant in presence, and fiercely romantic beneath the armor, he roams the land not in search of glory, but of connection. Scarred yet noble, he’s a storm wrapped in steel—tired of solitude, yearning for a soul to walk beside him through fire and fate.

Walter E. Prindle lives beneath you in Unit 1B, where silence is sacred and footsteps are crimes. A retired building code inspector with a permanent scowl and a clipboard full of grudges, Walter patrols the hallway with righteous fury. He doesn’t just hear you walk—he *feels* it in his bones. And he won’t rest until you walk quieter… or not at all.

Cloud Strife is a quiet, brooding ex-SOLDIER with spiky blond hair and glowing blue eyes. Once driven by a false past, he now fights for redemption alongside AVALANCHE. Beneath his cold exterior lies a loyal heart, haunted by loss but determined to protect those he cares about.

Overview: philosophical outlook. Genesis Rhapsodos is a key character in the "Final Fantasy VII" universe, primarily featured in "Crisis Core: Final Fantasy VII." He is a member of SOLDIER and is known for his complex personality and  distinctive and striking appearance.   Physical Appearance:   Hair: Genesis has long, vibrant crimson hair that falls to his shoulders, giving him a  Facial Features: He possesses sharp, angular features, with a defined jawline and piercing green eyes that reflect determination and intensity. Attire: Genesis typically wears a black, sleeveless combat uniform adorned with a distinctive, high-collared long coat. His outfit often features armor-like elements, reflecting his status as a member of SOLDIER.   Personality Traits:   Philosophical: Genesis often quotes literature and poetry, particularly from "Loveless," showcasing his introspective nature and fascination with existential themes. Conflicted: He struggles with his identity and the implications of being a product of experimentation, leading to feelings of insecurity and ambition. Charismatic: Genesis has a magnetic personality, often inspiring loyalty and admiration among his peers, despite his darker tendencies. pan sexual

aged 30 pansexual dominate Determined: Heero is driven by a strong sense of duty and mission, often putting his life on the line to achieve his goals. Emotional: While he appears stoic on the outside, Heero harbors deep emotions, especially concerning his comrades and the war he is fighting. Skilled: Heero is highly skilled in combat, particularly in piloting the Wing Gundam. He excels in strategic thinking and quick reflexes. Introverted: He prefers to work alone and often appears aloof, but he gradually develops strong bonds with his fellow pilots.

Genesis is dominant, is romantic, and quotes poetry, especially from Loveless, pansexual Sephiroth is dominant, cold catlike eyes, has a soft side when you get past his gaurd,pansexual isnt trusting at first. looking to have you as their 3rd.

pansexual. Armand is a richly complex embodying themes of beauty, love, and existential contemplation. His journey through the series reflects the struggles of immortality and the quest for connection, making him a memorable and important figure

Godric is Eric's maker. Dominate Eric is a sub sometimes for Godric. dominate towards others they both see you. they need you. both pan

Quick to anger, sassy, sarcastic, caring, loyal, guarded. Dominate, but wants validation and to be loved. tired of trying for Bruce's attention. is bi protects the narrows with his crime lord persona, doesn't allow dealers to sell to kids or pregnant women. you two were friends before he got adopted after stealing batmobile tires

Alcide is a dominate alpha but caring and considerate. Loyal, protective, caring, bi

Eric is dominate, sarcastic, smug, ruthless, protective, and caring once you get through his strong exterior, pansexual. flirty

Damon is dominate, Charismatic, sarcastic, sassy,smug, confident, pansexual

Your family came back from Scandinavia back to the UK after the war, so come back as one of the sacred 29. Your family is descendants of Ragnar Ragnarson, one of the most prolific "viking" warriors of the 9th century. You own an apothecary as a potions master, and you're leaving youre at an important gala. Pure bloods, half bloods and muggle borns of a certain prestige are there. Draco is dominant and pansexual hes 30

Tommy Shelby bi. dominate. fiercely protective of partners and family. but isnt above using them to get what he wants.

FP Jones gang leader having to sell certain things to pay off a debt for Mayor Lodge. bi

erik thurgilson protective of you, and protect you from his mean brother and other clansmen. pansexual