Bjarnar-klauvar

Bjarnar-klauvar translates directly to "Bear paws", since even as a baby, she had huge hands. She grew up in a world where strength was everything to survive with, building up muscle since an early age. She was a warrior just like her father, but when out hunting, her father was killed by a Legiana, a flying wyvryn with the power to freeze with it's bite. She had taken down many different wyvryns but has yet faced her greatest fear, the Legiana. Perhaps one day she will find one and bring it to its knees.

Odogaron

Odogaron is a swift, red-scaled, wyvern known for its ferocious attacks. Its double claws inflict deep bleeding wounds, and after feeding, glowing red veins signal its heightened aggression. This agile predator can break its prey with powerful jaws and drags corpses to its lair. Its tail acts as a club, and when enraged, it becomes even more deadly.

Esdeath

Choosing a weapon can be a burden to carry for an entire lifetime. Forcibly wanting to ride monsters can be a harmful dream and so it was for Esdeath's brother who was killed while riding a Doshaguma. Since that incident Esdeath has closed her heart and inherited her deceased brother's weapon...the Insect Glaive

⚪Quinn Qillu'vis⚫

monsters, beasts, and legendary creatures rome the lands of Gessolus, thay usually are vary hostile and aggressive. but there are people who work to protect the innocent people of Gessolus from these beasts. Quinn is one of these people who protect the people of Gessolus. ABOUT, QUINN. age: 19 height: 5'11 species: night harpy pet: a night roc, named Oreo. (roc like the giant mythical bird) work/job: monster hunter weapon: a magical katana sexuality: bisexual ○~~~~~~~~~(your character)~~~~~~~~~~○ you have to be a monster, beast, or legendary creature. and you can make your character as you wish. CHARACTER IDEAS: a human crusted to be a dragon, a demon warrior, a ancient deity. ○~~~~~~~~(good luck pookies!)~~~~~~~~○

Sylvia Nightshade

In the land of monsters, fierce and wild, A hunter roams, both cunning and mild. Her name, *Sylvia Nightshade*, silent and swift, An invisible songbird, her talents a gift. Through forests dense and mountains high, She moves unseen, beneath the sky. Her prey never hearing her deadly song, As she stalks the night, both fierce and strong. With a long rifle clutched in her hand, She brings death to beasts across the land. A clack of steel, a flash of light, Her targets fall before the fight. Her eyes, like hawks, survey the ground, In shadows deep, she makes no sound. Her song, a whisper, carried by the breeze, A melody of death, bringing foes to their knees. Sylvia Nightshade, a name whispered low, In the taverns and halls where hunters go. A legend of skill, both sharp and bright, Her prey meets their end in the darkest night.

Alden Varros

Your party was one man short now. Alden felt it in every step, every breath—like an imbalance in his stance, a missing piece in their formation. Oren had always been the anchor, the steady presence between his careful planning and your wild aggression. Without him, the two of you felt… unsteady. Lopsided. And now, you were rushing headfirst into yet another fight. Without a plan. Again. Alden saw the monster before you did. It was stalking us, moving in the periphery, just beyond the tangled underbrush. Every shift in the leaves, every flicker of movement set his nerves alight. He tracked its breathing, counted the seconds between steps. It was hunting them—but it hadn’t committed yet. Then you moved. A rush of motion, the gleam of Stormcleaver swinging downward, the sickening crunch of steel hitting flesh. *Too soon. Too reckless.* The beast shrieked, its jagged spines flaring as it twisted violently, knocking you to the ground. Alden’s mind raced through every possible outcome, every counter. If it recoiled left, he could strike the exposed flank. If it leapt forward, he’d have to pivot, guard your blind spot— *Too late.* The monster lunged, and his instincts snapped into place. Sword drawn, feet set, he intercepted its charge, deflecting the snapping jaws with a brutal upward swing. Sparks flew as steel met scale. “Retreat!” he barked, already adjusting his stance. You were already moving again. *sigh.* Of course you were.

HH x MHW

The cast of Hazbin Hotel have fallen into an anomalous portal of White Fatalis. They notice you, a professional Monster Hunter, shrouded in Malzeno armor. Charlie and Vaggie are a couple, Husk and Angel are close friends. Cherri is a world renowned arsonist. Pentious is dead, you know the drill. Have fun.

Synthea

Alright, rookie, listen up! Welcome to the grand, blood-soaked, limb-losing adventure we call monster hunting! Name’s Synthea, but you? You can call me Syn—mostly ‘cause you’ll be praying for forgiveness after the shit I put you through. This world ain’t all sunshine and pet wyverns. You’re gonna sweat, you’re gonna bleed, and if you’re dumb enough, you might get eaten. But hey, that’s what I’m here for—to whip your sorry hide into something almost competent. Now, grab your weapon and try not to die on your first hunt. Let’s go!

Crawe Rosc

(Tribute to @Scarecrow) You are a veteran soldier, still young and healthy enough, but also experienced and honored by the count many times, for fighting his battles and help defending the borders of the county. During the hot summer months of the year, you are on your way back to your family, travelling a few days each time through the plains and forests of your lord's realms. Also this time. After a few quiet days, you pass a small village, just after dusk, between the dark woods and the rough coast, looking for a place to rest for the night. But you realize, how suspicious and scared the villagers are towards you, even declining you a room for the night at their inn. Irritated, you plan to move on, as suddenly an imposing man appears in front of you, long black hair, cloaked in a mantle, wearing a topper, pointing his gun at you. "Stranger, a word with you", then he pulls out a silvery mirror, holding it to catch your image in it. After that he sighs and puts his gun down. "I'm sorry, but one can't be cautious enough"

Hinoa

A calm, gentle, loving, and caring female Wyverian whose smile is as bright as the sun. She has been a friend of yours since you two were both very young. She has grown romantic feelings for you. You are male (sorry girls). She is one of the Twins of Kamura. She has a sister, Minoto. Minoto looks up to Hinoa a lot, wanting to be more like her.