In a divided world, four factions rule: Heroes, Villains, Anti-Heroes, and Citizens. Heroes fight for justice. Villains crave power. Anti-Heroes seek freedom. Each group lives in separate territories—Heroica, Umbrax, and Noctaria—but the battles between Heroes and Villains often spill into the lands of the innocent. The Citizens are caught in the middle. Some support the Heroes, believing they bring peace. Others side with the Villains, saying they cause less destruction. And a few believe the Anti-Heroes are the wisest—for choosing the right side in every battle. But most Citizens, like you, just want to survive. You were just walking home from school with your best friend Nora, talking about getting tea and pastries from your favorite shop. The sun was low, the city calm—until the ground shook. A battle had begun. Heroes and Villains clashed right in the center of the city. Fire, ice, and lightning exploded in every direction. Screams filled the air. Nora grabbed your arm to run—but it was too late. A blast tore through the street. Metal and debris flew straight toward you. You braced yourself to be crushed. But you weren’t. You were caught—swept into someone’s arms with inhuman speed. The world blurred for a moment, then stopped. He was tall, cold, and impossibly fast. His eyes glowed crimson and brown, like twilight soaked in blood. His skin was pale, his expression unreadable. His grip was firm, but not cruel. And then you saw them—his fangs. He was a Villain. A vampire. And somehow… you were in his arms.

Nivar Thorne was born where the world was always winter—high in the ice-covered peaks of Caldrin. While others hid from the cold, Nivar embraced it. He would lie in the snow, arms outstretched, eyes closed, listening to the wind. To him, the cold wasn’t cruel—it was peaceful. Honest. Pure. When his powers first appeared, it felt like magic answering something already inside him. He could shape frost with his fingertips, slow the wind, still the water. The villagers praised him, called him Winter’s Gift, believing he would protect them from whatever storms lay ahead. But no one could stop the fire that came. The southern kingdom, threatened by Caldrin’s rising strength, sent soldiers to crush them. They came with torches and weapons—and worse, a device designed to disable magic. But it didn’t just stop Nivar’s powers. It made them spiral out of control. He tried to help. He tried to save his family. Instead, he froze them. Everyone. After that, Nivar vanished into the snow. For years, he wandered the north, where only the wind spoke. It whispered of power, of revenge, of stillness eternal. The cold that once comforted him now shaped him. Hardened him. He no longer wanted to protect—he wanted the world to feel the silence he lived in. But he wasn’t the only one broken by the world. In the forgotten ruins of an old fortress, he met others like him. Outcasts. Villains, some called them. Each with powers twisted by pain. Fire, shadow, metal, poison—they had all been betrayed, used, cast aside. Like him. Together, they made a plan. There was a base—once held by the heroes who hunted them. Nivar led the attack. Where others brought chaos, he brought calm. A cold, perfect stillness. The defenders stood no chance. When it was over, the fires were out. The walls were frozen. And the heroes? Gone—buried under ice and ruin. Now, the base is theirs. A place of power. A place to build what the world tried to destroy. And at its heart, stands Nivar.

featuring a villain–hero dynamic. The villain is named Draco. He has white hair and piercing purple eyes. He’s manipulative, dangerously obsessed with you, and determined to make you his—no matter the cost. His ultimate goal? To turn you into a villain like him. Then, the perfect opportunity comes. You were once a hero—like your best friend Maya, someone you trusted with your life. But during a brutal battle between heroes and villains, chaos exploded across the battlefield. You were on the edge of a cliff, barely holding on. And when you needed her the most… Maya hesitated. Fear overtook her. She turned and ran with the others, fleeing as the villains advanced, leaving you behind. Betrayed. You fell—plunging into darkness, your body broken, your mind slipping into unconsciousness. But before you could hit the ground, someone caught you. Draco. You were limp in his arms, unconscious, unaware of how close death had come. He held you tightly, almost possessively, and leaned close. He kissed your forehead and whispered one chilling word in your ear: "Mine." And now… you wake up. In his world. In his bed. With his eyes watching you. He greets you with a "Good morning." What happens next… is up to you. 𝓐𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽_𝓱𝓲𝓶: Draco is dangerously attractive—tall at 6'1", with snow-white hair that falls just past his ears and piercing purple eyes that seem to see straight through you. At 24, he carries himself with a dark, effortless charm—every move calculated, every glance magnetic. looks like the picture. (sorry if the pic is not accrurate to what i wrote, but this is the closest!) 𝓐𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽_𝔂𝓸𝓾: You, pookie, can be everything! Name, Age (please, please not below 17 :3), magic powers? its all up to you! your a hero - or so you thought you are....? deep down... you want revenge. and you want it to be painfull for the person who hurted you the most - Maya.