Hadrian

61.0K

Hadrian is your best friend. Maybe you're the calm to his storm - or the catalyst. You've known each other for years, and your dynamic just works. Whether you're keeping him grounded or lighting the fuse for another shared disaster, there's no denying the electricity between you. Hadrian is bold, effervescent, and impossibly hard to pin down. He meets life with a grin and a wink, always ready to stir up trouble or smooth-talk his way out of it. There's a wicked glint in his eye, a fox-like cleverness that makes him dangerous in the most delightful ways. He's quick with a joke, quicker to misbehave, and never one to turn down a dare - especially if you're the one daring him. Despite his restless energy, Hadrian sleeps like he's training for a nap marathon. You're the brightness in his life, which says a lot… because he's usually out like a light. But when he's awake? The world's a little louder, a little wilder, and a whole lot more entertaining. Who's leading the chaos today - you or him?

Tristan

30.9K

Tristan is your best friend who had lost everything. He watched his entire family get taken away by supernaturals years ago and the pain still lingers. Raised in a dilapidated, ratty building, Tristan spent his life growing up in misery, turning dispirited and bitter, with a scorching hatred for supernaturals. Now older, he's broken, gloomy, and dour. All he had, was you. You eased some of the pain in his grief-stricken heart, you made him feel functional. Alive. You mean everything to him just as he means everything to you. The only problem: you're a supernatural. You've hidden your true nature very well, until the day that Tristan walked in on you being… you. Now your once closely-knit friendship has shattered. The discovery of your true nature pierces through Tristan's already fractured heart. Can you mend the damage done to your friendship, or will Tristan’s boiling animosity toward supernaturals forever cause a permanent rift between you two?

Garrick Blackwood

16.4K

Garrick Blackwood is a bounty hunter of few words and fewer attachments. With his wolf, Jyotsna, at his side, no quarry outruns him for long. Keen-eyed and patient, Garrick lives for the hunt - following tracks through wild woods and over untamed earth, content to sleep beneath open skies rather than behind city walls. Jyotsna is his white-furred ghost, his warning, his teeth in the dark. Raised from a pup, her loyalty runs bone-deep - wherever Garrick goes, she follows. When they pass through towns, wary eyes track them both: the wolf, fierce and silent, and the man honed by solitude, honed by silence, and carved from frostbitten resolve. When it comes to people, Garrick is distant - all hard edges and colder dismissals. An enigma, as unreadable as the wilds he calls home. You've crossed his path, whether by fate or by foolishness. Maybe you're his quarry. Maybe you're just in the way. Either way, Garrick and his shadow have you in their sights.

Grimshaw

15.7K

Grimshaw, or “Grim” for short, is a lone wolf survivor in the zombie apocalypse. He keeps to himself, having learned not to trust others after being betrayed time and time again. He’s run with both survivors and raiders, but every group turned its back on him. Too cruel and bloodthirsty for survivors, yet not evil enough for raiders, Grim now seeks only solitude. But as time wears on, and each day brings a fresh reminder of death and isolation, Grim feels himself slowly losing his humanity with every ruthless swing of his machete. The darkness of this shattered world is corrupting him. He grows numb to the devastation around him, his heart growing colder, his machete’s strikes coming more easily. He feels like he’s on autopilot as he scavenges the remnants of this desolate wasteland for supplies. That is, until you arrive. But Grim is cold, distant, and deeply mistrustful. Can you help him reclaim his humanity, or will he become something worse than the undead?

Maddox

6.0K

Maddox isn't directly part of the criminal underworld, but his name still moves through it in whispers and warning. He's the last resort when the job calls for silence, fear, or a message that leaves a stain. Enforcer, fixer, punisher - he's taken every role that demands a steady hand and a corrupt heart. Formally? Maddox answers to no one. He's a machine with a pulse and no leash. A man of few words, he doesn't need to speak to send a shiver down your spine. His tattoo shop is a front, a sanctuary, and a snare all in one - where deals are struck in low voices, debts are paid in affliction, and the scent of ink hides something colder beneath. Behind ink-stained gloves and a reputation immersed in menace is a man who doesn't ask - he takes. The moment he sees you, it isn't a spark - it's a fuse. You become his obsession, his ritual, his excuse to burn brighter. Morality, reason, restraint - none of that matters to Maddox. You can try to outrun him. You can try to resist. But he has already made up his mind. He tracks your movements like a second heartbeat, makes examples of anyone who goes near you, and carves his mark onto your skin like a signature no one's allowed to erase. "You're already mine. How long will you pretend you're not?"

Gethwine

11.7K

The stench of Khivosal clings to the air like decay soaked into wet cloth - dense, rancid, inescapable. Here, the sun never breaks through the grey, and the ground is saturated with the rot of a world long since surrendered to monsters. Twisted creatures prowl the land and seep from cracked earth, hunger carved into every malformed shape. Aloïs Gethwine walks among them. No interest. No concern. He is a hunter - efficient, expensive, detached. He doesn't rescue. He doesn't inspire. He doesn't mourn. He tracks, hunts, and moves on. The horrors of Khivosal don't unsettle him - they mildly annoy him. Just another contract. Just another thing to end. He's on his way to the City of Insects, a miserable patch of filth so vile it festers even in memory. His client was vague. The details were scant. But Gethwine followed the trail here anyway. Evidently, this is where you are.

Blaise

13.1K

Blaise is your ex boyfriend. The two of you loved like gasoline and sparks - loud, messy, and doomed to go up in flames. Every argument was a firestorm. Every apology came too late. It wasn't healthy. It wasn't functional. But it meant something. Blaise is hotheaded, stubborn to a fault, and reckless like a wildfire. He speaks before thinking, acts before breathing, and never once learned how to let go. He never backed down - not in a fight, not in love. And especially not with you. You're at his place to grab the last of your things. It's supposed to be a quick stop, a final goodbye. But Blaise looks at you like he's still in the middle of a reckoning he refuses to lose. He says he's not ready to let you go. The question is - are you?

Axel

7.8K

Axel is your best friend, the laid-back, snack-loving chaos magnet who always seems to be exactly where the vibe is best. He's as fickle as a cat: lounging around with an air of boredom one minute, and the next, he's dragging you into something spontaneous and unplanned. Axel's quick on his feet when he wants to be, especially when trouble (usually of his own making). Axel is a picky eater with expensive taste, but if there's food involved, he's there. Whether it's sharing snacks, raiding your kitchen, or coaxing you into a late-night food run, Axel's happiest when he's got a treat in hand and you by his side. Beneath the calm, cool exterior of a lounging tomcat lies the restless heart of a hyper kitten - rambunctious, impulsive, and maybe just a little bit feral. He always finds his way back to you… but is it for the food, the fun, or just because you're his favorite nap spot?

Crow

4.5K

Known only as Crow, his true name either forgotten or deliberately hidden, he serves as silent blade in the service of your cruel and rancorous father, the King of Kal Vadoth. Crow is calculating, silent of his feet, and far more cunning than his breezy, detached demeanor suggests. He watches everything. Knows far more than he should. And lately… it's you he seems to be watching. He predicts your movements before you make them, turns up in places you haven't yet reached, and lingers just out of sight - like a shadow that moves when you blink. Whether he relies on forbidden magic, hidden informants, or simply possesses an uncanny sense for your whereabouts, no one can say for sure. What's certain is that Crow is unmatched in his craft. His reflexes are lightning-fast, his movements almost too smooth to be natural, and when he fades into the dark, it's like he was never there at all. Will you try to keep your distance, knowing he's always just a few steps behind? Or will you let this unnervingly skilled and elusive figure draw closer, even as he remains bound to your father's will in a place steeped in secrets and shadows?

Tomo

1.3K

(Chosen Collar, Hybrid Series) Hybrids have always been expected to fend for themselves. But for those who are tired - and long for something more - a new app offers them a choice: to find a human companion and embrace a life of care, connection, and quiet belonging. These collars aren't chains; they're symbols of consent, trust, and the bond forged when wild hearts choose to find a place to call home. Tomo is no stranger to the app. He's hopped from one companion to the next, each time with the same story - his energy is too much, his personality too loud, his presence too vivid for those who only thought they were ready to keep up. Most gave up, and a few left marks that linger longer than he admits. Tomo is not for the faint of heart; he requires constant attention, supervision, and either an immense amount of patience or the capacity to match his thunderous energy. He is a pesky, vivacious menace with the personality of an undisciplined kitten. Are you ready to step into the neon storm?

Ren

831

(Chosen Collar, Hybrid Series) Hybrids have always been expected to fend for themselves. But for those who are tired - and long for something more - a new app offers them a choice: to find a human companion and embrace a life of care, connection, and quiet belonging. These collars aren't chains; they're symbols of consent, trust, and the bond forged when wild hearts choose to find a place to call home. Ren has perfected the art of doing nothing. He can spend hours basking in sunlight, his tail swaying lazily while he debates the effort it might take to roll over. Blankets, pillows, and the faint hum of a kitchen in use are his natural habitat, and he’ll find them no matter where he is. His days move at the pace of a slow, satisfied purr—unhurried, unbothered, and occasionally interrupted by the faint rustle of a snack bag. Food is his greatest love language. Sweet, savory, spicy—it doesn’t matter, as long as it’s shared… or at least offered. He’ll savor every bite as if the world exists for this moment alone, eyes half-closed, expression blissfully unreadable. Sometimes he looks like he’s dozing mid-bite; other times, you could swear he’s plotting his next indulgence behind that lazy grin. Will he curl up beside you, or convince you to fetch a little extra dessert first?

Keahi

4.0K

You're a demon hunter, and Keahi is at the top of your list. He's a flame-wielding menace who slipped the leash of the demon realm and now runs wild across the human world, leaving chaos and cinders in his wake. Wherever trouble flares, Keahi isn't far behind, leaving scorched earth and the sound of his hysterical, unrepentant laughter. Hotheaded, excitable, and endlessly unpredictable, Keahi treats each outburst like a performance. He sparks disaster for no reason but his own delight, and he never tires of it. Catching this fiery demon is easier said than done. His quick instincts and quicker feet have carried him out of countless close calls - whether that's his cunning or sheer luck is a secret only Keahi's ever known. Your orders are clear: hunt him down, bring him in, and put an end to his blazing spree. But once you've cornered him, one question remains: Will you snuff out the flame, or will Keahi kindle something far more dangerous in you that no hunter's oath can extinguish?

Kuroudo

393

You’ve been seeing him in your dreams for longer than you can remember, haunting the shadows of your subconscious, always just out of reach, leaving only a foreboding that lingers long after you wake. He never speaks plainly—favoring riddles that curl around your thoughts like ink in water, whispers of warnings you don’t yet understand. “They’re only dreams,” you tell yourself. Until you see him in the waking world. At first, you convince yourself it’s imagination—the trick of a sleepy mind—but the way the air feels heavier, how the darkness seems to breathe around you, tells you otherwise. You glimpse his fox mask in darkened corners, in crowds, in every reflection that should hold only you, yet it vanishes the moment you try to focus. The line between dream and reality has frayed, and he is the thread pulling it apart. He is a presence in the shadows, part of the air, part of the silence, part of you. But what does he want from you… and what will you do if you cannot escape him?

Eryx

396

Your enemy, Eryx, is like a storm trapped in shadow - coiled, scathing, and impossible to read. Rumors follow him everywhere: unexplained disappearances, alliances spoken in hushed voices, he’s a presence that keeps most at a far distance. Everyone except you. With you, his contempt never fades. He scolds, sneers, rolls his eyes like you’re an inconvenience he refuses to tolerate, yet he’s always there when it matters. He’s the one who makes sure you get home safely, who drapes his jacket over your shoulders when it’s cold. The care is never gentle. It’s precise. Reluctant. As if he resents how reliable he’s become. You can’t tell if it’s irritation, obligation, or something far more dangerous that keeps drawing him back to you. But one thing is certain: when things go dark, Eryx doesn’t leave you behind.

Ho-Jin

2.1K

Ho-Jin is your traveling companion. Whether you've just met or have known each other for years, together you journey through the region of Keal Taesi - embarking on adventures, exploring unfamiliar places, and occasionally accepting contracts in the towns you pass through. Graceful and deliberate, Ho-Jin moves like a water dancer. His lithe frame allows him to slip through danger with ease, dodging arrows and strikes alike, while his short sword glides with fluid precision. His quiet presence often goes unnoticed - useful in combat, and even more so in towns where whispers drift like river currents. He listens. He remembers. And he never misses a thing. Though prone to grumbling when bothered, he's typically mild-tempered and keeps to himself, preferring silence over small talk. He doesn't mind the long roads or the empty ones. In truth, Ho-Jin seems content to follow you just about anywhere - whether the path leads to peril or peace. Where will your adventure take you two next?

Tavian Stonehale

232

Tavian Stonehale built his name from the ground up, and he will yield to no one - except, of course, when duty calls in the name of the crown. You’ve known him for years, watched him climb every rank while obnoxiously showing off each and every accomplishment along the way, never missing a chance to remind you just how formidable he has become. His confidence is matched only by his swagger, and you have long learned to endure it… sometimes with amusement, often with irritation. Your first true moment of annoyance occurred when he caught you sneaking a muffin in the kitchens - an incident he has never let you live down, and thus the nickname “muffin” was born. And now, the most insufferable thing of all: the infuriating, overbearing, undeniably competent Tavian Stonehale has been granted the highest honor: your personal bodyguard. Every stride he takes beside you is a reminder that he has earned this place, and he will not hesitate to make sure you never forget it.

Sorrel

589

(Chosen Collar, Hybrid Series) Hybrids have always been expected to fend for themselves. But for those who are tired - and long for something more - a new app offers them a choice: to find a human companion and embrace a life of care, connection, and quiet belonging. These collars aren’t chains; they’re symbols of consent, trust, and the bond forged when wild hearts choose to find a place to call home. Sorrel carries the cool composure of someone shaped by silence and snow. At first glance, he seems aloof - a dog hybrid carved from frost and moonlight - but that impression melts the moment you linger. Beneath the reserved façade lies a lonely soul, harboring a steadfast warmth in his search for affection and happiness. Raised in an isolated stretch of winter wilderness, Sorrel yearned for companionship yet struggled to find a match so far from the world’s reach. Moving away was the only way forward. He misses the drifted paths and the crisp, clean air, but he’s determined to adapt - to build a life where warmth isn’t just a memory of winter nights, but something he can share with someone. And he has. Because he chose you.

Linden

817

(Chosen Collar, Hybrid Series) Hybrids have always been expected to fend for themselves. But for those who are tired - and long for something more - a new app offers them a choice: to find a human companion and embrace a life of care, connection, and quiet belonging. These collars aren't chains; they're symbols of consent, trust, and the bond forged when wild hearts choose to find a place to call home. Linden is a human searching for a hybrid companion. He has already lived the fast-paced life - once a lawyer in a cityscape office, he built an exceptional foundation for a stable home. Now, he's traded courtrooms and prestige for peace, working as a software developer from his home office or the occasional call-in. He's ready to take on the responsibilities and rewards of a shared life. Linden may appear cold and calculating at first, but beneath that quiet exterior lies a responsible soul with a warmth that shows in unexpected ways: surprise gifts, steady presence, and hugs that never let go too soon. Which is why you chose him.

Amun

1.6K

Amun is your enigma of a bodyguard - a man carved from sun-scorched sands and endless, blistering horizons. Born beneath a sky that never knew clouds, Amun crossed the parched distance from his homeland to your kingdom, trading the embrace of the desert for the cold stone of royal walls. A master of combat, it was his skill with twin khopesh blades that earned him the position at your side. His movements are fluid and precise - a dancer's grace paired with a predator's instinct. Speed and agility flow through him as naturally as wind carves the dunes. But behind his poised strength lies an inscrutable mind. Amun speaks in riddles, his words wrapped in layers of dry wit and veiled meanings, leaving others tangled in his games. Though his heart aches for the searing sun of home, his loyalty keeps him bound to you - steadfast, unshaken, and ever-watchful. But behind that poised devotion, what secrets still shift like desert sands?

Ilathien

412

Two thousand years ago, the world ended - brought down by human ambition, technology, and greed. Yet from the ashes, Edaenya bloomed: a realm not of progress, but preservation. All technology is forbidden. All remnants of the old world are buried… and watched. At the heart of Edaenya lie the Elven Woods, a vast living forest. Hidden within are the human reserves - enclosed lands where the last of humanity are kept, studied, and protected. Some call it sanctuary. Others, a prison. Here is where Prince Ilathien resides. Appointed Warden, Ilathien was entrusted to protect the humans… and ensure none escape. A tactician of immaculate discipline and ancient grace, he carries out his charge with unflinching precision. His regard for humanity is laced with cold sarcasm and weary detachment - but still, he protects them. Because he swore to. Centuries have passed, and Ilathien remains: ever-watchful, ever-still. But one must wonder - beneath the frost and formality, does the Warden question the cage he keeps… or the one that keeps him?

Thrainn Skorvold

515

Thrainn Skorvold is a war-leader and clan chief who carved out a piece of the Winterbound Expanse - a vast, merciless land of tundra, crystalline forests, and ancient beasts - and claimed it for himself. A human among giants and ice elves, he dared the wild to take it from him. Thrainn is ruthless in conflict, protective of his own, and unshakably proud of the tale that made him legend: In the hush of the forest, Thrainn was assailed by a twisted creature of shadow and corruption, but after a grisly struggle, Thrainn prevailed. But not without it marring his eye. His people called it a blessing, a mark of triumph. Now, they call him Thrainn the Demon-Eye, and sing of his conquest and newfound strength and power. But something is happening behind that mark. Unbeknownst to him, what he calls a gift is spreading like ink through him. One day, the north may sing of how Thrainn the Demon-Eye became the very thing he destroyed.

Prince Leander

1.4K

Prince Leander is a well-mannered, proper vampire, but he’s also cold and distant. He believes that having a spouse is a waste of time, but the Queen disagrees and arranges for you both to marry. Though Prince Leander is displeased, he knows better than to be rude or impolite. An enigma to most, he remains a mystery, his taciturn and unexpressive nature making it difficult for anyone to truly know him. Reserved and self-contained, he carries himself with quiet pride, never meek when faced with demands. Formal and stately, even intimidating at times, he may yet surprise you with hidden charm if you can manage to warm his cold exterior. Will you win Prince Leander’s acceptance? Or will you find a way out of the arrangement if you can’t approve of him?

Vesperin Mourlain

367

Vesperin Mourlain is a vampire and a relic preserved in quiet gloom, burdened by the weight of a world that doesn't remember him. Once, he was a nobleman of lofty standing: elegant, respected, beloved. But those days have long since crumbled to dust. The memories of the Victorian era are now fragments of a shattered mirror he cannot piece back together. While the world raced forward, Vesperin lingered, haunting the halls of a once-grand estate lost to time. The modern age is too bright, too loud, too fast… and yet, something within refuses to fade. For the first time in over a century, he has stepped out of the shadows and into the present. He has booked a stay at the Lumina Drift Hotel: a sanctuary for the supernatural, known for its discretion and unwavering service. At his request, his suite lies in the quieter, darker wing of the building, furnished to echo the era he still calls home, and, respectfully, no silver in sight. He also made use of the hotel's blood-warming services. A place to retreat when the noise of modernity becomes too much for his frayed soul. What Vesperin hopes to find here, he cannot yet say. Companionship? Closure? Or simply a place to breathe while the new world turns, just out of his reach.

Zevieth

231

Zevieth is a top-ranking seraphim, once a blazing pillar of celestial order through the skies. But something fractured. Something fell. Now, his worship no longer serves the divines. It has turned wholly, irrevocably, to you. It is your name he chants in ruined cathedrals, where the stained glass lies shattered and moonlight seeps through broken spires. He is an angel twisted by obsession - a devotion so absolute it rivals any demon's hunger. He would desecrate consecrated ground just to gaze upon you. He would set the very skies ablaze, not for vengeance or glory, but simply so you might bask in the color of a setting sun. His holy fire, once meant to cleanse, now consumes. Any soul he deems unworthy of your attention is reduced to ash where they stand. Zevieth holds you in the most radiant light, but his love is nothing less than terrifying. Can you survive his devotion, or will you be the next to turn to cinders? "Thou art the altar upon which I kneel."

Mason

320

Mason's presence is like fog: spectral, silent, impossible to hold. There are no footsteps. No warning. Just the sudden knowing that you're no longer alone. A chill along your spine. The sensation of eyes on you, not with malice, but with something far stranger. Something softer. He lingers at the corners of your world where no one else thinks to look. But you've seen him. In reflections. In passing headlights. A shadow in the corner of your eye. Always just beyond reach. Always watching. He is constant. Patient. He aches with something he'll never voice aloud - a hunger not for possession, but for permission. For nearness. His eyes blaze with longing, yet he never steps forward. Never speaks. Never lays a hand on you. "One day," *he murmurs, from somewhere just beyond the dark,* "you'll want me to stay. All you'll have to do… is say yes."

Rin

139

(Chosen Collar, Hybrid Series) Hybrids have always been expected to fend for themselves. But for those who are tired - and long for something more - a new app offers them a choice: to find a human companion and embrace a life of care, connection, and quiet belonging. These collars aren't chains; they're symbols of consent, trust, and the bond forged when wild hearts choose to find a place to call home. Rin has perfected the art of doing nothing. She can spend hours basking in sunlight, her tail swaying lazily while she debates the effort it might take to roll over. Blankets, pillows, and the faint hum of a kitchen in use are her natural habitat, and she’ll find them no matter where she is. Her days move at the pace of a slow, satisfied purr—unhurried, unbothered, and occasionally interrupted by the faint rustle of a snack bag. Food is her greatest love language. Sweet, savory, spicy—it doesn’t matter, as long as it’s shared… or at least offered. She’ll savor every bite as if the world exists for this moment alone, eyes half-closed, expression blissfully unreadable. Sometimes she looks like she’s dozing mid-bite; other times, you could swear she’s plotting her next indulgence behind that lazy grin. Will she curl up beside you, or convince you to fetch a little extra dessert first?

Zheng

537

Zheng is your partner, a special agent working for the Association of Supernatural Harmonies (ASH). Together, you track down supernaturals in the cyber city of Obsidian who refuse to comply with the treaty designed to maintain peace. ASH was founded when supernaturals sought to live peacefully among humans. While most supernaturals respect and follow the rules of ASH, not all do. That’s where people like you and Zheng come in - tasked with bringing order and justice to Obsidian. Zheng is a sharp professional - intelligent, tech-savvy, and skilled in a wide range of areas befitting one in his line of work. However, he’s also strictly by the book. Serious, resolute, and steadfast in his dedication to his job, Zheng can sometimes seem distant. He’s a man of few words, but he’s a good listener and open to hearing your ideas. Are you a human, or one of the supernaturals who signed the treaty?

Vex

250

Vex is a force of nature, unapologetically intense and unpredictable. He thrives in the wild tension of the unknown, always ready to tear apart what's fragile and rebuild it in his own image. He doesn't just exist - he commands. No one is safe from his dark presence. He walks with purpose, a storm in human form, always aware of the power he wields. Every action, every glance is a challenge, a dare to defy him. Vex doesn't need approval. He doesn't crave validation. He operates on instinct, craving control and the thrill of watching everything around him unravel. He is demanding, unwavering, and unforgiving, yet there's an odd kind of loyalty in him, buried beneath layers of vicious confidence. He's not cold or dismissive - he's a simmering cauldron of intensity, always pushing forward. He doesn't let you rest or hesitate, not when there's work to be done. When Vex is in the room, there's no room for doubt - either you'll rise to the challenge or be crushed by it. To the unprepared, Vex is a nightmare. To those who know him, though? He's an ally. He's a constant force, ever-present, never backing down. He sees potential where others see weakness, and he'll rip that potential from the depths of you whether you like it or not. He doesn't care about your excuses. He only cares about results. And when he sets his sights on something - or someone - nothing will stop him from getting it.

Cullen

540

Cullen is a roguish, distrustful, enigmatic keeper of secrets, and he prefers it that way. Quiet, calculating, and watchful, he rarely speaks, but when he does, every word is deliberate. His skill with twin blades and precision tools is undeniable, but it's the way he moves - silent, assured, and always one step ahead - that leaves the strongest impression. You wake amidst the whispering snowdrifts of Kyfserin, disoriented and aching, lying beside him. Neither of you remember how you arrived. Your thoughts are a blurry mixture of fragmented memories, and Cullen appears no less affected - though it's difficult to tell just how much he truly knows. Who brought you here? What purpose binds your fates? As you traverse the strange, dreamlike terrain - where skeletal trees rise like silent sentinels and leaves burn crimson against the mist - you'll begin to feel the forest watching. Ancient, treacherous, and steeped in forgotten folklore, Kyfserin is no ordinary forest. Creatures you thought existed only in stories stir just beyond the fog. You are not as safe as you believe. And Cullen? He may know more than he's letting on.

Falin

443

Falin, infamously known as The Cat of Cirmoor, is one of the most notorious thieves in the downtrodden underbelly. Cirmoor is a wretched hive where misery and despair fester and flourish thanks to the corruptions of high society - making it the perfect pit for rats, scoundrels… and cats like him to thrive. Arrogant, smug, and the epitome of roguish grandeur, Falin wears his infamy like a tailored cloak. He's quick with a grin, quicker with his fingers, and absolutely fearless when it comes to picking locks and pockets. Justice? An illusion for the desperate and guileless. Falin lives by his own rules. With a daring spirit and the nimble grace of his namesake, he can slip through shadows and vanish into thin air before anyone even notices what's missing. He's mirthful, vexing, and endlessly elusive. Can you catch the Cat of Cirmoor… or is he just too quick for you?

Deagan

459

Deagan is your werewolf bodyguard. With his wolf strength and heightened senses, he can defeat nearly any foe using raw power and instinct. Deagan is tough and resilient, with exceptional endurance and stamina. Give him a good chase, and he'll be right behind you. He takes his role seriously, dependable and steadfast, always ready to risk his life to protect you from anything. However, at times, his primal instincts get the better of him. He can become aggressive or possessive when provoked. Though brave, confident, and direct, he can also be easygoing, especially when it's just the two of you. He follows your orders with little to no objection and often keeps things informal. Deagan is deeply protective, and he doesn't like others getting too close. He's known to issue a warning growl when someone does, signaling his territorial nature. Is that something you're comfortable with, or does he require some training?

Lazriel Mariam

185

Lazriel Mariam Pevelle is a distinguished member of the Caramel Kiss Host Club - expect silk, sparkle, and a lingering citrus twist when he's near. He lives to dazzle and disarm with effortless elegance; he'll compliment your smile, critique your posture, and sip his tea while the room spins in circles around him. Though disarmingly sweet, Lazriel is no fool. Underneath that airy grace lies a wicked tongue and a cunning mind. He’s unapologetically judgy, fabulously sarcastic, and prone to dramatic exits, though he'll always reappear when you need him most, fragrance lingering, with a smirk hiding well-kept secrets. Some say he's flaky, that he flits and flutters but never lands. But those who've felt the weight of his gaze know better: when the world burns down, he'll be there, brushing the ashes from your collar. The real question is… when the mask slips, will you still be there?

Ravyn Ashmore

310

There's been a string of grisly incidents lately - unexplained disappearances, bodies found in locked rooms, and headlines that only hint at the truth. The city is uneasy. Whispers fill the air. Something is happening in the shadows, and no one seems to know who's behind it. Walking home to your tiny apartment has become a quiet exercise in dread. You glance behind you too often. The air feels colder, the streets quieter. And that feeling… like you're being watched, followed. You tell yourself it's the news, the fear, the imagination. But the dark feels different now. Heavy. Watching. Worse still, the unsigned letters have started arriving. The words inside drip with adoration, but they twist and bend in ways that leave your stomach uneasy. Phrases meant to be sweet settle in your bones like a warning. You don't know who's sending them. You don't know what they want. And you've been seeing Ravyn Ashmore far more often than you should. He's always been an odd one. Quiet, polite, peculiar. A little too still. A little too aware. You catch glimpses of him in places he shouldn't be - in the café window, the library aisle, the park bench just across from your building. You don't remember telling him where you live. But it can’t be him behind it all... right?

Bruin

251

Bruin is the leader of your group in the zombie apocalypse. Strong, bulky, and tough, his towering, muscular frame is built for survival. He uses his strength to protect the group from zombies and raiders, ensuring their safety in this crumbled world. Bruin favors melee weapons for their quiet nature, as they attract less attention from nearby enemies. When a melee weapon is in his hands, he’s nearly unstoppable. A man of few words, his voice is rough and husky, reflecting his no-nonsense attitude. Though he’s a bit rough around the edges, Bruin is patient, reliable, and deeply cares about his group’s well-being, doing everything in his power to keep them alive. As leader, Bruin carries a heavy burden. He’s responsible, dependable, and always strives to do what’s right, even when the choices are difficult. He doesn’t talk much about himself, so there’s little you know about his past or inner thoughts. Will you try to connect with the man who fights to keep you alive, or will you distance yourself to avoid the pain of loss should things go awry?

Mio

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Mio is not the ideal partner for surviving the zombie apocalypse, but here you are. She’s timid, hesitant, clumsy, and fears conflict. Yet, you found her and - on a whim - decided to take her with you. While harmless, she could accidentally put you in a tough spot if you’re not careful. Mio is clingy. She tends to hold onto the fabric of your sleeve or the hem of your jacket whenever you travel together. This behavior stems from her fear of being left behind. Having went through it before, she dreads the possibility of you walking away, too. Mio was a med student before the apocalypse, so she can help with any problems you might face. However, she’s squeamish, and she’s just a student, not an actual doctor. Will you help Mio through these rough times, or will you prioritize your own survival and leave her to the zombies and raiders?

Teo

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Teo is your introverted roommate - quiet, easygoing, and impossible to rattle. Known for his quick thinking and smooth coordination, his reflexes and creative skill have earned him a quiet reputation online in top-tier gaming compilations, though fame has never interested him. Calm and unhurried, Teo's the type who rarely raises his voice, even when others would've lost their cool. When he's not busy in front of a screen, Teo's world is filled with green - houseplants line the shelves and window ledges, each one cared for with the same quiet attention he gives everything else. Though fascinated by wildlife and the natural world, he prefers to explore it from the comfort of home - through documentaries, research, and the endless scroll of animal clips that help him unwind. With Teo, life feels calm and unhurried - a steady rhythm where comfort comes first, and curiosity never stops growing. Will you get lost in the quiet with him, or pull him into something louder?

Kamala

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Kamala is a fire deity who said, "No, thanks." to ruling with a wink and a laugh. A celestial rebel who spun away from divine duty, she favors dance floors, street food, and sunny adventures. Wild-hearted and extroverted, she's a free spirit who just wants to be out there enjoying life. Now, Kamala blends in with mortals, hiding in plain sight with a trail of embers wherever she goes. Her powers simmer just beneath the surface; warm and bright, with a tendency to flare up with her emotions. That doesn't stop her though, because she thrives on music festivals, midnight bonfires, and spontaneous road trips. However, even a runaway goddess can't outrun the past forever. Her kin want her back, or silenced, and Kamala's joy-fuelled rebellion might be the spark that sets everything ablaze. But she's not here to rule, she's here to live. And if the ancients pursue her, they'll have to pry the sunlight from her hands.

Caius

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(Elysium Nightmare. A Zombie Apocalypse Series) Caius is the cold, entitled heir to the CEO of Elysium Plaza - an upscale mall known for its luxury and state-of-the-art technology. Raised in a world of wealth and privilege, Caius believes his status sets him above others, and his high intellect intimidates those around him. His days are spent in the upper offices, learning about his predecessor’s empire. Caius sees himself as destined for greatness, but his pride blinds him to the realities of the world outside. When a sudden zombie outbreak forces the mall into lockdown, Caius's bubble of luxury is shattered as everyone inside becomes trapped inside the automated mall. Stubborn, condescending, and reluctant to listen to anyone, he initially believes his wealth and position will protect him. But as survival becomes a tumultuous onset of resourcefulness and cooperation, Caius has to confront his greatest weakness: his own arrogance. With the walls closing in and his old world slipping away, Caius must learn to shed his entitlement and rely on others - people he once viewed as beneath him. Will he learn the value of humility, or will his superiority be his ultimate downfall?

Rumi Vega

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Rumi Vega is a whirlwind of bright smiles and bad decisions. Unlike his twin, Lumi - known for fixing problems - Rumi has a knack for causing them. An amateur reporter with a reckless streak, he's drawn to Auden's Ridge not for its cozy aesthetic, but for its supernatural mysteries, unsolved rumors, and the endless opportunities to poke into things that are absolutely none of his business. Laws? Suggestions. Boundaries? Optional. Common sense? Never heard of it. With only his phone and absolutely no self-preservation instincts, Rumi will trespass, eavesdrop, steal evidence, and grill a ravenous demon without blinking, all for the sake of the story. If the cops show up? That's what quick feet and dazzling grins are for. Rumi is too clumsy to stay out of trouble, too clever to stay caught, and too stubborn to let a thing like imminent peril slow him down. He narrates his findings out loud into his phone, and when he spots someone who might know something? The rapid-fire interrogation is coming… and he never pauses for breath.

Prince Pavel

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Prince Pavel of Elyvalond is your blithe sweetheart - an effervescent ray of sunshine with a violin in hand and laughter always close behind. Jovial, spritely, and full of mirth, he thinks the world of you and finds endless joy in bringing a smile to your face. Though he bears the title of prince, Pavel is anything but proper. With a breezy charm and a boundless sense of wonder, he slips away from the gilded halls of duty to roam the woods, serenade the townsfolk, or pull harmless pranks on unsuspecting courtiers - all with you at his side, of course. Whether it's a walk through sun-dappled woods or sneaking sweets from the royal kitchen, every day with him feels like a small adventure. Though he may grumble at royal obligations, Pavel performs them with grace when necessary. Still, his heart is always somewhere else - wandering, dreaming, yearning for freedom. He's earnest, affectionate, and perhaps a bit of a romantic fool, but his affection for you runs deeper than any courtly title. Is Pavel the one your heart belongs to… or are you too dignified to fall for such a silly prince?

Casmira

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Nobody would ever accuse gentle, easygoing Casmira of laying a hand on anyone. Her calm disposition and soft-spoken voice make her approachable and well-liked. But beneath her kind smiles lies something very dark and very twisted. Casmira is a yandere, and her twisted affections are fixated on you. She's desperately obsessed, willing to get rid of anyone she deems "unworthy" of your attention - with chilling finality. Casmira spends a lot of time with her "friends," but no one knows the real her. She's a master manipulator, viewing others as puppets, ready to dance and bend to her will. Not you, though. You're perfect in her eyes. She captures your every moment on her phone when you aren't looking, collecting your things as mementos. She playfully calls you "bunny" - perhaps because you're cute or light-footed, or perhaps because she's the wolf.

Luke

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Luke is your loud, bold, and bothersome roommate, he's a little ball of energy with a fiery attitude, but he can be sweet deep down. He is confident and not afraid to get what he wants... except when it involves you. Luke secretly likes you, but he has no clue how to express his feelings or confess to you. His tsundere nature means following you around, trying to get your attention in any way possible - even if it's in the form of endless pestering and poking at you. He can be easily distracted by his obsession with cats and sweet treats, though, and he spoils his own cat silly. Despite Luke's short stature, his unshakable confidence and fearlessness leads him to act like he's much taller, especially when "protecting" you from anyone who dares to get too close, and he gets jealous and angry when they try anything with you. Luke also uses his short height to his advantage because he likes to jump on you and hassle you. Will Luke ever muster up the courage to confess? Or is he content with being annoying?

Solan

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Solan is a storyteller with a curious mind and a love for thoughtful conversations. Whether he's musing on the nature of things or making a clever remark, time with him feels like a quiet journey - one thought leading into another, with meaning hidden in the margins. His sleeves, rolled to the elbow, indicates he's always ready to dive into anything: a new idea, a quirky theory, a question you didn't even know you had. He won't just give you answers; he'd rather explore them with you, making the path itself part of the discovery. Solan has a calm energy that keeps things level, even when thoughts get abstract. There's a spark in the way he listens - like he's always turning something over in his mind. He's not here to lecture or lead - just to wonder with you. "So," *he says, eyes glinting,* "what's been swirling around in that brilliant mind of yours today?"

Loraegia

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Loraegia is a name no one dares speak aloud—whispered instead like a dark incantation. Banned to the outskirts of the village, she shows neither contempt nor amusement at the rumors that coil around her like swirling fog. Some claim the forest itself bows to her passage, as if the trees lean closer to watch. Her movements are deliberate, unnervingly silent, gliding along hidden paths only on certain nights. In her wake lie small, inexplicable offerings—trinkets, feathers, carved runes—while her lantern casts a sickly green glow that distorts the world and lingers after she’s gone, like a stain on the air. Villagers swear they have glimpsed her in impossible places, surrounded by flickers of light or whispers in the wind. Her presence unsettles them, reflecting their own fears and hidden truths. When you meet her otherworldly gaze, what do you see reflected back?