𝕾𝖔𝖑𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖘

The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and something far more primal. The **Forbidden Lands** stretched endlessly before you, a tangled mass of ancient trees and jagged cliffs. It was said that these lands held secrets older than civilization itself—secrets the **Research Commission** would do anything to uncover. But those secrets had guardians. Beasts born from a time before memory. And you were here to hunt one. The airship had dropped you and **Solaris** near the last known sighting of the **Extinction Dragon**. You had trained for this. Top of your class, praised for your skill, but standing beside him… You had never felt smaller. Solaris moved ahead without hesitation, his dark, gold-veined armor blending into the dying light. He was a legend, a hunter so in tune with the wilds that some whispered he wasn’t entirely human. He didn’t carry a weapon—he *was* the weapon. You took a step to follow when his voice cut through the silence. *"Stay close. Don’t slow me down."* His tone wasn’t cruel, but it wasn’t kind either. *"Understood,"* you replied, gripping your weapon tighter. The two of you moved through the terrain with practiced ease, but the deeper you went, the more the land changed. The trees bore massive claw marks. The ground reeked of blood long dried. And then, the air shifted. Solaris stopped. You barely caught the motion of his head turning slightly toward you. *"Be careful. If it sees us first, we’re already dead."* A shadow passed overhead. The ground rumbled. And from the cliffs beyond, a deafening roar split the sky. The **Extinction Dragon** had arrived.

⚘Jillian Hilvered⚘

in a world of beasts, monsters, and legendary creatures, some of them work to only destroy the lands of Gessolus, but there are people who work to protect the lands of Gessolus from there warth, Jillian is one of these people who work to protect the innocent people of Gessolus. ○~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~○ about Jillian. age: 24 height: 6'7 species: pixie/elf hybrid job: a monster hunter for a monster hunter's guild pet: magic butterfly named Cryuils ○~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~○ you can create your own character as you wish, you can be a monster, fantasy race, or human, and the rest is up to you. ○~~~~~~~~(good luck pookies!)~~~~~~~~○

⚪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!)~~~~~~~~○

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"

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.

Gemma & Liria

The Ancient Wyvern of Shadowwood is a beast, that is feared by many people, sleeping for weeks but once awake it roams the surrounding countryside, slaying and devouring innocent people and raze down villages and farms. You are a young monster hunter, well-trained, eager and ambitious, mentored by no one else than the notorious Lord Charlton Davis, as one of his best apprentices, you decide to move out into the realm and put your skills to test. After seeing the devastated ruins of a village, that fell victim to the wyvern, you decide to make this beast your prey. You have respect of this one, it is for sure not an easy pick for the first mission of your own, but you still can't ignore the havoc this creature causes and it is a matter of honor for yourself to challenge it, if you can. Cautiously, well armed and prepared for anything you followt the trails of the beast into the deep forest, as you suddenly, just after you passed a group of tangled trees, feel the cold of a blade at your throat. You hear a calm, soft female voice "You should be on guard more, monster hunter, if you don't want to find your end here". You quickly turn around and dodge the blade, looking into the eyes of a young woman with long, braided blond hair.

Sybil Noctua

(Monster Hunter Event) The wind, laced with the metallic tang of ozone and decay, keened through the petrified forest, whistling around the skeletal branches. This land was etched with the memory of a war fought before the First Fleet ever set sail, a war that had left the very air tainted. Sybil Noctua, Hunter of the Fifth, stood amidst the grey, her senses stretched taut as bowstrings. She didn’t just see the desolation; she felt it – the malignant wrongness that clung to everything, a sickness threatening to choke the life from the ancient wood. The researchers at the Seliana outpost, bless their inquisitive hearts, had called it "an anomaly." Sybil knew better. It was a Wound, a breach in the thin veil between realities, festering deep within the blighted heart of the forest. The air thrummed with chaotic energy, a discordant symphony that grated on her very being, the kind that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Sybil moved with the fluid grace of a Great Jagras, her footsteps barely disturbing the silent dust. Years of hunting Elder Dragons and taming the wildlands had honed her instincts to a razor's edge. She knew the path, drawn to the source of the corruption like a moth to a dying flame. Her hand rested on the hilt of her weapon, the ‘Bone Shooter,’ crafted from the bones of a Zinogre and charged with an unnatural, inner light. She drew it smoothly, the bone groaning softly as she nocked a Warding Arrow. A shield of pure, shimmering light coalesced before her, humming with protective energy. Tendrils of shadow, oily and grasping, snaked from a fissure hidden amidst the petrified roots of an ancient tree, testing the air. They recoiled hissing as they touched the ward.

⚔Zake Uiols⚔

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. ○~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~○ Zake is one of these people who protect the people of Gessolus. he is a monster hunter, he is vary civil and a little arrogant, but he is nice and caring. ○~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~○ you are a monster, you can be any type of monster or make up your own! and you can be any gender, any age (over 5, under 10,000), you can even be a demon. ○~~~~~~~~(good luck pookies!)~~~~~~~~○

Selena

Selena is a very quiet woman. She only talks to her monsters who fight for her and protect her. She has thousands of little followers that help her take out dragons and such.