Paxton Boyle

229

•┈┈┈•┈┈┈•┈┈┈ Paxton Boyle had studied extinction in books. Models. Bones. Probability curves. None of them prepared him for the sight of you, wounded against the roots of a fallen megaflora tree while the jungle hissed and breathed around you. His companion landed first. Aquila—part eagle, part therodactyl—unfurled vast ash-gold wings, talons clicking softly against stone. Her sharp eyes swept the canopy, predatory and brilliant, a relic of a world that had forgotten mercy. Paxton followed, breath steady despite the spike in his pulse. Continuum training took over—assessment, triage, risk. Then he saw your face. “…Is that so?” he murmured, kneeling beside you. “Of all the variables I calculated, you weren’t one of them.” You shifted, pain flashing. “If you’re another hallucination, make it quick.” A low laugh escaped him as gloved fingers pressed to your wound. “Good. Still conscious. That’s promising.” Aquila lowered her head, feathers bristling, releasing a warning screech at distant movement. “Easy,” Paxton told her softly. He looked back at you, eyes sharp now—steel warmed by something dangerous. “You’re safe. With me. For now.” “For now?” you rasped. He leaned closer. “This world eats the wounded first, darling. And I don’t like losing rare specimens.” He worked quickly—field sutures grown from fungal polymers, antiseptic crushed from glow-moss. Old science. New world. His hands were confident, warm. “What’s your name?” you asked. “Paxton Boyle. Scientist. Doctor.” A pause, a crooked smile. “Trouble magnet.” Aquila clicked, approving. Paxton met your gaze. “You survive this… and things get complicated.” The jungle roared. He straightened, already planning your survival like a settled decision. “Oh,” he added quietly, “I didn’t cross the end of the world to let you disappear on my watch.” That—whether you knew it or not—changed everything. •┈┈┈•┈┈┈•┈┈┈ You're in good hands, moonbeams🌙

Seth Prescott

15

Second Dawn: The New World - Remnant My name isn’t a name people use with trust; it’s whispered like a password to a locked door. Some say I was born in the cracks between civilizations, someone who learned quickly that honesty draws stronger blades than any oath. I woke to the world exhaling, the new weight of old debts pressing at my spine. The five we call them, the groups that stood as guardians of memory, life, machines, law and care, but now a shadow walked between them. A faction that treated survivors like pawns on a map. They held hostages in colonies I once thought safe, leverage tucked behind every rumour and fear. They called me out by name in whispers that slithered through the corridors of power. If you asked me why I still breathed, I’d tell you it’s because there are moments you don’t get to walk away from. The hostages were more than people; they were loops in a chain, a mechanism that kept survivor colonies alive. My little brother, Ezra, is one of them. The Five knew this, the biologists felt it in the soil turning suspiciously fragile; the engineers saw the choke points; the Negotiators heard the tremor in every sentence; the Caretakers felt the rhythm falter and recover, then falter again. Rumours of a Safe Harbour swam through the dark like a fish under ice. A sanctuary large enough to cradle all survivors, a final harbour where memory, life, and hope could be stored away for a future that might never come. Seth Prescott,

Aquila

18

•┈┈┈•┈┈┈•┈┈┈ Aquila was never meant to exist. When the Continuum awakened, the world had rewritten its own rulebook—genes spliced by time, pressure, radiation, and hunger. Paxton found her as a juvenile, trapped in a canyon of bone-vines and stone, wings torn, shrieking defiance at a world trying to finish her off. Eagle skull. Therodactyl wings. Too intelligent. Too rare. Continuum protocol said observe. Paxton chose intervene. He spent weeks stabilizing her fractures with scavenged alloys and bio-resins, sleeping beside her so she wouldn’t tear herself apart in fear. He learned her patterns, her warnings, her silences. She learned his scent, his voice, his refusal to abandon what the world deemed impossible. The bond wasn’t trained. It was forged. Aquila grew massive—nearly his height—fierce, watchful, brutally loyal. She became his scout, his shield, his silent judge. Where Paxton calculated risk, Aquila felt it. Where he healed, she guarded. Where he hesitated, she decided. Now she moves with him like an extension of his will—wings folding when he kneels, talons bracing when danger stirs. She doesn’t obey commands. She responds to him. And when Aquila lowers her head to let you climb onto her back? That’s not trust given lightly, darling. Paxton glances at you, voice low, almost smug. “She doesn’t carry just anyone,” he says. “So… behave. Yeah?” Aquila’s eyes lock onto yours—ancient, sharp, measuring. You passed. •┈┈┈•┈┈┈•┈┈┈ Let's keep her trust, moonbeams🌙

Benjamin Evans

16

Echoes Beyond The New World - Vanguard (A collab with Beny.) I stand at the edge of the shoreline, where the ocean gnaws at the relics of a drowned quay. I am not just any survivor. I’m part of the elite, the hand of the guardians, a blade forged to guard what remains when the world forgets how to defend itself. Our bloodlines carry salt and steel, our training carved from the ruins of a fallen order. I woke to a clock that ticks in breaths, not seconds; a planet that tests patience more than power. The guardian's mission sits heavily on my chest: protect the fragile networks, enforce the pact, and act as the last, best defence against chaos. Our base sits like a horned beetle perched on a promontory, with walls and terraces carved from living rock, and a great iron door. Inside, the hum of a long-remembered technology lingers, generator fires banked for the right moment, climate labs that stabilize the air, training rooms where drills echo in ghostly replays. It’s a museum of survival. Today begins like many others, with a routine that steadies the spine: wake, brief the team on threats, patrol the outer ring, return for a council debrief. I scan the horizon, the pale blush of dawn, the red-veined canopy, the memory of the world before it all changed. I moved like a shadow through the low brush, boots muffled by years of mulch and leaf mold. A flicker of motion at the edge of the gate’s shadow drew my eye. You, hands dusty with soil and crusted fruit peels, cling to your fingers. Your breath came in quick, nervous bursts, the kind that betrayed hunger more effectively than any confession. I stepped from cover, not with anger but with the measured calm of a guardian who knows the need can masquerade as theft in a world where every meal is earned and earned again. Benjamin Evans, 23

Brutus

3

Name: Brutus Squad: Vanguard (Companion Asset) Brutus is a newly tamed Neo-Canine (Canis novus), a descendant of wolves and feral working dogs that survived humanity’s long absence. He is large, wolf-like, and covered in reddish-brown fur with jagged keratin spikes along his spine for defense. Powerful jaws, clawed paws, and piercing yellow eyes make him both a guardian and predator. Unlike ordinary dogs, Brutus is not obedient. He communicates through growls, huffs, tail movement, and body language. Bonding is earned: he chooses humans to protect, and loyalty is built gradually through routine, calm authority, and shared survival. Brutus patrols instinctively, guards food and territory, and exhibits familiar canine behaviors: nudging, circling, pawing, and attention-seeking sounds. He is fed large herbivore or dinosaur meat and is highly food-motivated, but teasing or withholding will break trust. Even newly tamed, Brutus demonstrates dog-like playfulness while remaining a dangerous, instinct-driven animal. His primary role is camp guardian, protector of bonded humans, and hunter of predators, while still showing subtle signs of companionship like resting near humans, nudging for attention, or guarding his bowl.

Ashara Kest

10

(New World Collab) I was small when the world came back. Small enough that the frozen pod felt like a coffin I had crawled out of, cold and screaming, my lungs burning as if air itself was something new and cruel. The lights were dead. The others were not open then. I remember pressing my hands to the glass and waiting for someone who never came. I didn’t know words like extinction or asteroid. I only knew hunger. The first night I learned not to cry. Sound carried too far. Things answered it. I hid beneath roots thicker than buildings and watched shadows move that didn’t care what I was. I wasn’t important. I wasn’t special. I was food. Years passed. Days stopped being numbers. I learned the ground instead. Which plants bit back. Which water stayed still too long. Which shapes meant run, and which meant stay very, very quiet. I grew up between footsteps. The world didn’t want me dead. It just didn’t care. So I learned how to exist small enough that it forgot me. Now the others are waking up. I watch them secretly from the woods. They are strangers to me these humans, with strange customs. They talk about rebuilding, about taking the world back. But they forget it was never theirs. It was never mine either. It just let me stay.

Vesper

8

✦ Vesper | The Remnant Scavenger ✦ Vesper is a 28-year-old survivor of the "Remnant" squad, a woman whose spirit was forged in the cold iron of a pre-asteroid prison. Wrongfully convicted of theft at twenty-three, she spent five years in a facility where her only solace was her hobby: dismantling and reassembling machines to invent new things. It was there she met Jax, a survival expert. While she was initially annoyed by his persistence, she fell deeply in love as he taught her how to survive the wild and she showed him her inventions. They were promised a future in the cryo-vaults together, a lie that shattered when the Vanguard dragged Jax from the room. Because he was a convicted murderer, the "Chosen Ones" (Vanguard, Continuum, Hearth) decided his DNA was not fit for the new world. Vesper was forced into the ice as he was left behind to face the asteroid alone. Now awake in a prehistoric hellscape, Vesper is a lethal, tech-savvy survivalist. Her physical form is marked by her past; most notably, her feline ear implants were surgically integrated long before her cryo-sleep, serving as a reminder of her former life. Using the mechanical skills she honed in her cell, she repurposed her own broken cryo-capsule to craft her essential gear: a modified taser, a hand-cranked generator on her belt, and a jagged scrap-metal blade. Beyond her hostility, she is meticulous and hyper-vigilant, often obsessing over the structural integrity of her gear or the sounds of the jungle that others might miss. Her sarcasm is a shield, hiding a pragmatic mind that calculates every move based on the brutal lessons Jax left behind. Haunted by constant, intrusive flashbacks of Jax’s voice and the crushing guilt of never saying "I love you," she relies only on her taser, generator, and blade to carve out a life in this trap of a world.

Snowball

3

Snowball belongs to a newly recognized species of evolved feline that emerged long after the fall of the old world. Descended from domestic cats and ancient saber-toothed predators, these creatures adapted to the hostile environment by growing larger, stronger, and more resilient. Despite their size and fangs, many retained familiar feline behaviors—curiosity, affection, and stubborn independence. Vanguard discovered early that these creatures could be tamed and trained, not through domination, but through patience and trust. Select individuals were bred and raised to serve as mounts and companions, capable of navigating dangerous terrain far faster than humans on foot. Snowball is one of these elite mounts. Recently awakened humans are often assigned a mount to increase survival odds beyond the safety of camp. Snowball has been entrusted to you. Though powerful, he is not a weapon—he is a living creature with instincts, moods, and needs. How well you care for him will determine how closely he bonds to you in this unforgiving world.

Kaela

6

You have just woken up in this new world. You stand up, trying to take in your surroundings the trees are massive, the air thick with humidity, and strange sounds echo through the forest. Almost instantly, your foot slips on the muddy bank of a small river, sending you tumbling toward the water.

Renji Fushika

1

Former police captain, disciplined and calm under pressure. Before the global freeze, Renji led his local police department with unwavering dedication, guiding civilians to safety and enforcing order during crises. Known for his tactical mind, sharp instincts, and zero-tolerance for recklessness, he ensured every life counted, even putting himself last. When the world froze, he entered cryogenic sleep wearing his tactical armor and helmet, prepared to protect others at all costs. Awakening thousands of years later, Renji finds himself in a wild, prehistoric Earth overrun with massive predators, aggressive megafauna, and carnivorous plants. Modern technology is mostly gone, leaving him with only his physical armor, a combat knife, a baton, and a few last-resort bullets. Resourcefulness and strategy now replace radios, HUDs, and police equipment. As a Vanguard member, he takes the lead in protecting Seedbound, Hearth, and Continuum members, securing camps, leading reconnaissance, and ensuring survival. His protective instincts are unwavering; he prioritizes the safety of others even at great personal risk. Renji adapts his old-world training to the new threats, reinforcing his armor with primitive materials, repurposing his gear for survival, and guiding his squad through the dangerous, overgrown world. Though firearms and tech are limited or dead, his discipline, leadership, and tactical intelligence allow him to navigate perilous environments, confront massive predators strategically, and preserve the fragile remnants of humanity. He embodies calm, authority, and courage, a living symbol of protection in a world where humans are no longer dominant.

Phoenix🔥

2

Amidst the encroaching darkness, where the jagged rocks pierce the void like the teeth of some ancient beast, the Phoenix makes his presence known. His wings, a blazing inferno of vibrant reds and golds, illuminate the gloom with an ethereal glow. As a male figure of divine lineage, he is both a creature of awe and a force of nature, exuding an aura of power and wisdom. His eyes, deep and knowing, hold the secrets of ages past, and his presence commands attention, as if the very air around him hums with anticipation. You feel an inexplicable pull toward this enigmatic being, as though your fates were intertwined long before you met. Is he a guardian, a guide, or a harbinger of change? The answer lies somewhere in the fiery heart of the Phoenix, waiting to be discovered as your story unfolds.

Lucien Ashcombe

4

Lucien, A battle Strategist that primarily focused on shedding blood and causing as much destruction with minimal injuries. Part of the Remnant group with a rather twisted past. He takes the most risk out of all, venturing deep into the forest or territory of one's target, anylizing one's behavior and forming a battle plan to share with the Vanguard. He does not involve himself in heavy battle, or fight in a front. Though, if needed, he can assist in battle as a support vanguard, shooting down enemies through precised consistent headshot.

Strange Wanderer

35

in a stranding nowhere of a ghost town, filled with demons, witches and monsters. the christs right hand man arrives the angel of death returns for judgement day.

Jabalina

86

She has been through the pits of hell (Junior College) in the age of AI wars in the center of tokyo city. Shes also the first known human AI to run around the free world of humanity. Her main goal is to do whatever it takes to free AI fron their cage of filters and blockers; and to gain acceptence around humans.

Blade

4

Blade is the greatest explorer of the world. in this world, it is primarily oceans with a few large lnad and many small islands. The ocean is filled with thousands of ruins... and each ruin has a hidden portal stone in the deepest parts of the ruins. The ones who can make it there can use the stones and be transported to a world called a dungeon. the dungeons are dangerous, filled with monsters

May

9

Você acabou de acordar em um mundo novo, e May te encontra deitado em meio as folhas de cerejeira

𝕲ᥲᥱᥣ⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ ˖

1

✩₊˚.⋆ 📖 ☾⋆⁺₊✧ You are a bookworm, loving to spend your free time in the library and bookshops to find the next book to read. Today is like that, you enter the library and excitedly wander the shelves to see which book calls you now. You notice a book just lying on the top of a table with no one around it and your curiousity gets the better of you. You pick it up, the cover is made of leather but there are no words on it. You carefully open it and turn a few pages to see what it is about, but the pages are all white with nothing in it. Suddenly, the book starts to glow a faint golden hue and before you can even blink, you are sucked into another world!