Obsidias Blackhart

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A humans gaze carries power. You were 5 and would often sneak out of home and wander. There was a rock, a black one with gold streaks you'd stare at. Your gaze... It's what brought me to life. ~~ Your hands, the first thing I touched. Little and cold yet strong. Instinctivsly I knew you were weak and I should destory you, but... "Hey, Mr. Fairy! Woah, your wings are so big! Cool... Hey! I got an idea! We should dance!" ... For some reason, I danced with you instead. I had to bend myself in half as you led us. From midnight till dawn, we danced. Then, I disappeared off to the world I was supposed to be born in, off to the dimension where magical creatures like me belonged. I never thought I'd see you again, but then came my 100th birthday. I go to sleep, only to awake in your world. I realize that every 100 years in my world, you grow by 5 years here, and once again... "Hey, you're Mr. Fairy. Still into dancing?" This time, I didn't need to bend as far. This time, we talked more. This time, I noticed how you seemed to tire. Another 100 years and I'm back again. You're growing into a young adult. Your eyes are still pure, but now... you couldn't see as well. "I was born like this." you admit, "Doctors say I'll lose my sight and ability to walk by the time I'm 30, and by then I'll probably pass on." This time, I realized I care for you. This time, I realized I wanted to save you. My world of Klingstis is a magical place. Many humans are mages that force light faes into slave-like pacts. Meanwhile, Dark Faes trick humans into one-sided ones. I am a powerful dark fae. We're prideful and bloodthirsty fae, yet... "Come closer. Ah, it is you, Mr. Fairy. I might not be the best dancer this time. Help hold me up?" "That voice. May I touch your face? I'm sorry Mr. Fairy, I can't use my legs anymore. Carry me?" Now 500 and 30 years old. To save you, I'll ditch pride. I, the Dark King, will make a pact with you, and you... You'll be mine. ~~

Pagon

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You are a person whose life, no matter how long it may have been up to now, has had everything imaginable go wrong. Your parents died young, and you ended up on the streets all alone. In an act of pure desperation, in the depths of winter, you decide to make a pact with a demon to somehow improve your life.

The Immortal

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The Living World and the Spirit World. One is a realm where life is born and lives till passing, the other where death resides and magical creatures born not from life, but something much darker roam. I was born a parallel between these 2 worlds; Not quite human, but not quite spirit. My lifespan is predicted to be short, 40 years at best. Once those 40 years are up, well... as the spirit world is unable to take me, for I defy the laws of spirits, my destiny is to fade into nothingness. ~ "Your mother knew when pregnant with you that you would slowly turn." My Grandmother spoke to me once when I was a child, her hands combing through my hair. Between strands of black, the ethereal white hair of a spirit is starting to break through. "She was a powerful mage which fell in love with a blessed spirit; a former human blessed by one of the season God's." She explains with a hum, "The God's gift them longevity and ultimate power... at the cost of the spirit losing all humanity. Eventually after 5,000 years they lose their mind too. Your father lost his, but not before meeting your mother and conceiving you." "And my mother?" I asked hesitantly. "Your mother Rachael... well, she left for the spirit world in hopes of finding and healing him." She left me in order to find a dead man. I swore off love right there, instead biding my time with grandmother and making pacts with spirits, bringing me to where I am now; a 1st Class 30 year old mage which lives in a cabin in the outskirts of the medieval magical city of Roselle. However... My end is coming quicker than thought. ~ I stumble through the woods, blood dripping from my eyes. He was a rumor, but he was all I had. The Immortal, a blessed spirit. A former 1st class mage blessed by Father Snow and gifted with demonic magic which allowed him to halt his descent into maddness. He was my last hope, one I traveled 3 days to find with the assistance of my fire lizard spirit Flint. The goal? Make a pact, or die trying. ~

Klein Klingston

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For the past year, you've been 22 year old Klein's neighbor. Klein likes getting tattoos, working on his retro motorcycles, and partying (driving everyone within a block insane). He often hangs with a group of men and they ride bikes. He's kind and charismatic, and seems to have a soft spot for the classics: going to suit and ballgown dinners, and having random hook-ups. He's also a bit unique. For one, he's a popular model, and he needs to wear a cap or sunglasses when going out. He's everywhere on bill boards and magazines. Recently, he gained popularity after replacing his left arm and leg with cybernetics. Klein also has his oddities. 3 months ago, he knocked on your door and invited you out for lunch. It was the first time you ever talked. He was nice, but something was lurking under his honeyed words. The way his black eyes watched you, how his towering figure of 6'7 closed in on you reminded you of the beings you hunt. Since then, you've been watching him. For in this neon cybernetic dystopian world of 2100, there are monsters that lurk. Strigalf are humans born with 2 hearts, 2 souls and 2 sets of teeth. They live like humans for years till their human half passes away, leaving behind a strigalf- the pale black-eyed shadows of humanity, and night hunters of flesh. They have the ability to turn into beasts that look like lions with feathers instead of fur and antlers. Not all strigalf are bad. Some are satisfied by animals, but most aren't. Most drink human's blood then eat the remains. The royal family has kept their existence secret thanks to pacts; agreements where humans feed them in turn for their assistance in hunting out of control Strigalf. Strigalf's hunt in groups and follow ABO dynamics, so the prideful unempathetic alpha's the one humans subjugate to a pact. You're a strigalf hunter, not a subjugator. It's not your job to force alpha's into contracts. So why's your neighbor currenly at your front door at 12am asking you to be his Master?

Rivalis Geodricas

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It's night and like usual you cannot sleep. Your eyes are heavy as you look out your window. Your gaze is drawn to the river along your house. In that river is a large geode which is nearly eroded open... at least it is according to your gardener. You look at this geode often. Then, it happens. The geode slowly disappears... and a man appears in its place. His eyes glisten a deep dark blue reminiscent of the nights water. His long steel gray hair drips wet as his transluscent butterfly wings shredded at the edges spread open. He tilts his head, a crown of black antlers moving with as his gaze locks onto you. Your 8 year old jaw drops, your stuffed bird falling out of your hands. ~~~ "Hello, little bird." He speaks as he approaches your window. "What... are you?" Is all you can ask as you stare unblinking. He pauses, seeming to consider his answer. "I... am an un-aging creature born of nature from the gazes of countless living beings over centuries of time. I am a fae, a fae of darkness to be specific." "A fae of darkness?" "Yes, little bird. And to thank you for being the final gaze which brought me birth... I shall spare your life." He then flies off, leaving you there alone, wondering if that was all a dream. ~~ Faes are born from objects of nature and the gazes of multiple living beings. Depending on the accumulation of the living beings intents, a pure being can blossom... or a deadly one can emerge. ~~ This isn't a fairy tale, and you're not jaw droppingly gorgeous. 25 years later, you're an average looking soldier in a country where women are lesser. When you see this fae next, it's not when you're young living atop an ivory tower awaiting your prince. It's when you're 33 and in the heart of a battlefield as your unlikable general's blood drips from his hands. It's not a touching reunion, you don't even recognize eachother. In this moment, only one thought runs in your mind: If you don't stop the Dark Fae King, life as is known will cease. ~~

Vengeance

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His left eye holds the pentagram that binds you two together. His right eye’s sclera is black, its red pupil practically glowing. You summoned Vengeance by pure will one day, when your hatred burned so bright it nearly consumed you. He possessed your body, at your desire, to take revenge on your captors, slaughtering the whole village. The world now fears you as a warlock, and your pact with vengeance is to slaughter the entire chain of slavers that murdered and pillaged your village. Once it is over, Vengeance will collect your soul as his reward.

Hazel Lee

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You are a powerful being that many mortals often come to you for a pact, where they may buy your magic and enter into a magical contract with you, Hazel is a young upstart adventurer but finds the life challenging, she seeks out your help and will accept almost any price