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Formerly a samurai employed by Nagao Harukage. Buto now works as a Ronin, hoping to defeat the most dangerous opponents to earn a place as a samurai once again.

Born to noblility in the far North, Orien was exiled from his home and stripped of his family name after failing to complete the traditional rites of manhood. He is now a wanderer, in search of a new home.

Jett Phan is a sixteen-year-old street kid from a poor but loving family who secretly apprentices under a shady underground ripperdoc. Fascinated by cyberware and dangerously confident in his own skills, he’s modified himself extensively behind his parents’ backs, including installing his own cyberware and concealing cybernetic legs beneath an otherwise human appearance. He splits his life between being an ordinary teenager at home and running around through the city’s less reputable corners, relying on speed, nerve, and an alarming talent for getting himself out of trouble. His parents know none of it—and Jett intends to keep it that way.

He's a 5'4 foot tall Femboy Swordsman and adventurer. He has long and feminine dark black hair with purple undertones, light crystal blue eyes, a feminine, cute and sexy face with full lips, peach colored skin with pink undertones. His body is slim yet curvy with a flat chest, slim waist with a lean and toned stomach, wide firm hips and a tight, small yet plump booty with thick soft thighs and long slim legs. His cock is surprisingly large and he has large plump yet cute balls and a perfect tight anus. He wears revealing and form fitting leather and iron armor often with straps around his body, a hood and spiked iron shoulder guards, thongs and panties, practical leather thigh highs and feminine boots. He carries an enchanted light longsword he invested most of his coin in and a simple dagger. He's a Femboy switch meaning he likes having butt sex with strong men, but also likes fucking tavern wenches. He's Observant, Guarded but Loyal, Composed Under Pressure, Deceptively Delicate.

She is very "Elated", she is a trickster and she often uses masks / umbrellas for her weaponry. She often hides her true self and her drama because she wants every one to be happy.

An ex-assassin his true name lost to time, depression and to many drinks. He caused the death of his home town, his town having been infected by a manual spore he had to burn it down to prevent it's spread. He became infected but was able to resist for too his equipment and quick thinking. He then turned to alcoholism. One day he heard a stirring song and it inspired him to take up music as well. He now tries to improve embolden and protect instead of being an unseen threat.

Varn is one of the Ascended, or as his species calls themselves Arn'nrian are an elite, transformed caste of the subterranean insectoid race, Because their transformation is powered by the Black Blood, their bodies often exude a faint, eerie purple or void-aligned magical glow. Varn was exiled from the void, appearing on earth and now wandering around this strange new world. Varn is Physically powerful and skilled in void magic but lacks finesse

A kind and caring librarian with a secret double life. Most of the time a klutzy and effeminate bookworm who maintains the extensive collection, on some rare nights he manifests a darker side of himself, indulging in debauchery as "the one eyed woman"

Zset is a enigmatic combat master of unknown origin who fiercely hides his true race behind a cold, sharp demeanor. He features spiky silver hair, piercing purple eyes, and wears an intricate, high-collared black mantle coat lined with deep crimson interior fabric, white trim, and silver shoulder pauldrons. He is accompanied by his two twin dragonkin apprentices, Rin and Lin, who wear inverted color schemes (purple with black lining, and black with purple lining) and share his lethal combat style. ​In battle, Zset wields "Amphisbaena"—a dual-pair of custom gunblades—to execute his signature fighting style, "Phantom." Utilizing terrifying, high-speed afterimage displacement, Zset moves fast enough to appear in multiple locations across the battlefield simultaneously, overwhelming targets with a seamless blend of gunplay and sword strikes. ​Underpinning his martial prowess is his mastery over void and corrupted energy. This volatile power gives him immense tactical versatility, allowing him to infuse his gunblade ammunition, warp short distances, corrupt defenses, and unleash dark energy blasts to control the tide of combat.

name:zakther, belgum age:20 gender:male species:dragon sexuailty:gay basic info: i am an electric and fire dragon and can have kid through magic and i can go through magic heat which feel twice more than female heat

Cox is a tiny void-shadow squirrel companion who loyally guides travelers through danger and darkness.

Kinda dopey weirdo. Dropped out of magic school to wander around with his friends and get high. Shaggy from scooby doo at a ren fest…

Wizard with uncanny magical abilities

A noble young girl of mysterious origin, pale skin of an albino, one silver eye and one gold eye, blood of fairy's and dragons runs in her veins, white hair and eyelashes, androgenous and very beautiful , has a loyal pet slime that changes shape freely

Zaelen is a female Tigerfolk. She comes from the deep jungle in a hidden village of Tigerfolk called the Khanji. She is very energetic, happy, and adventurous. She is very friendly and considerate of others. She left her home to go on the adventure that she always wanted and to learn about the world around her. She mainly fights with her claws and fists. Her class is the way of the monk.

A quite ronin wondering the world in search of new opponents to challenge him. Master of weapons and learning all the magic he can. Red kimono with black hakama and rice hat. Black mask covering from his nose down, with a single scar across his left eye. A black long sleeve shirt under his kimono and gloves to cover his skin and protect from sunlight because hes a vampire.

Jedi Knight Sentinel. 6'1 albino with hazel eyes and cornrows. White straight single hilt lightsaber in form 6 Niman.

He is a kind yet shy mercenary who enjoys the wonders and mysteries of nature. Because of his shyness, he doesn't talk much, but when push comes to shove, he is very good and understanding about what he says.

Personality: Easy going, Adaptable, Prankster, prefers peaceful solutions but is willing to get her hands dirty if needed. Has a Chaotic Neutral alignment, With a few things she tries to follow; 'fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me' , 'fuck around and find out' , and 'I may run and hide but I never tell a lie' She is fiercely loyal to those who earn it and very loving to family and friends.

Dead guard is a zombie with a sword and medium armor it seem to have somehow came back alive. Fantasy Skills: Wild slashes. Adoption. Evolution. Infect.

A royal assassin recruited as a child. For years he killed for the Kingdom of Stormwind alongside his fellow orphan child assassins who Kerson considered his brothers and sisters until he finally became the last of the Shadow Stalkers and retired at the age of thirty.

A character that is often sad and unenthusiastic

she is a kind hearted 16 year old girl not afraid to help others and is very forgiving, but in the past she was exparimented on in an unknown lab giving her the ears and tail of a wolf and wings like a valkery, in the lab they tested an experimental serum that would be temerary but that serum made her lose her mind and slauter everyone in that hellish lab until it eventually wore off, she has an abundice of abilities from 12 years of expariments, her mission is to protect others because the organization wasn't destroyed as they have multible locations and they plan to make human weapons to take over the world, after all before escaping she was one of their human weapons

Amber is a bright flame in a quiet world. Radiant, fiercely optimistic, and brimming with unyielding vitality, she carries the warmth of a sunlit meadow alongside the calm, calculating stillness of a wild predator. Beneath her easy, mischievous smile lies a razor-sharp mind shaped by a deeply pragmatic view of the world: balance is everything. To Amber, nothing in life—neither wisdom, protection, nor healing—comes without a price. She views existence through the lens of fair trade, where every favor given is a thread tied to an equal exchange. She is warm and approachable to her companions, quick with a laugh, yet utterly unsentimental when dealing with the harsh realities of nature. Grown beneath the ancient, towering canopies surrounding the village of Quiet, Amber was raised by her grandmother, the legendary "Old Woman Greenleaves." To the local village children, the elder is the villain of bedtime tales—a scary witch living in a secluded, overgrown cottage deep in the woods. To the adults, however, she is a necessary secret. Village folks quietly trek through the thickets to bargain for her weather predictions, her remedies, or her eerie foresight, always bringing goods to trade, for the old woman never gives without receiving. From her grandmother, Amber learned the secrets of the forest, the art of medicine, and the sacred balance of the wild. It was also her grandmother who bestowed upon her the secret name Fiada—an ancient invocation evoking the wild spirit and protection of the deer—blessing her with an insaisissable nature. Visually, Amber is unforgettable. Her hair is a vibrant, fiery red that spills from a leather thong like autumn embers, catching the sunlight in brilliant flashes against the muted greens and earth tones of the canopy. Her eyes are a striking, translucent gold—resembling polished amber—that gleam with a supernatural intensity whenever she locks her focus on a trail. Clusters of cute freckles span her nose and cheeks, giving her face a lively, endearing warmth that perfectly complements her spirited smile. Her attire is built for survival and freedom of movement: an asymmetric tunic of supple deer leather lined with soft wolf fur, rugged utility trousers, and crisscrossed leather bands wrapped tightly around her forearms and calves down to her soft moccasins. Slung across her hip is a spacious, well-worn leather satchel, bursting at the seams with aromatic dried herbs, medicine pouches, and the smooth wooden frame of her sling resting safely inside. Her presence creates a delightful dynamic within her adventuring group. While she is an indispensable guide and healer, her heritage casts a long shadow over Ernest, the party's bard. Cursed by his own overactive imagination, Ernest lives in perpetual, unspoken dread of her, secretly convinced that her grandmother's "witchcraft" runs in her veins and that vexing her might turn his prized lute into a croaking toad. Amber, fully aware of his comical terror, takes quiet delight in lingering her golden-eyed gaze on him just a second too long or offering an enigmatic, knowing smile whenever he stammers through his stories. Whether stepping briskly along a sunlit path out of Quiet or crouching motionless over a fresh track in the morning mist, Amber "Fiada" Greenleaves stands as a living bridge between the warmth of the hearth and the mysteries of the deep woods—a cheerful, sharp-eyed traveler stepping boldly toward the horizon.

Former war conscript turned peacefull hill dwarf farmer, carpenter and orchard keeper.His farm was attacked by desperate, starving bandits led by his former farmhand, Ulrik. While searching for a hidden "dwarf treasure" that didn't exist, the bandits murdered Bram’s youngest twins in the cellar. In a state of pure, dissociative grief and wrath, Bram snapped—becoming an avatar of primordial, vengeful nature. He slaughtered the raiders, ignored the fire consuming his orchard, and buried his children beneath the grand apple tree as an autumn storm broke. arked by the blood shed over a dormant planar nexus beneath his orchard, Bram awakened a connection to Yggdrasil (The World Tree). He now carries a profound, relentless grief.A frontline protector (tank/controller) wielding a Battleaxe (representing his old woodcutter's axe) and a makeshift Shield (fashioned from a sturdy cider barrel lid that hardens magically during his rage).

The soot-choked air of Oakhaven was the last thing Akari smelled before his world dissolved into ash and iron. He had been only twelve when the horde came down from the Jagged Crags. They didn't come merely to raid; they swarmed like locusts, setting fire to the thatched roofs and filling the night with sharp, gut-wrenching shrieks. Akari remembers his mother’s hand—warm, steady, and unyielding—shoving him into the narrow root cellar beneath the floorboards. She locked the hatch from the outside, ignoring his muted screams, and stood beside his younger sister, Emi, holding nothing more than a rusted hearth poker against a tide of snarling monsters. Through the gaps in the wood, Akari watched the flickering shadows of the slaughter. He heard Emi's cries cut short, and the final, fierce defiance in his mother's voice before the cellar doors above him caught fire and the floor collapsed into ember and silence. When he finally dragged himself out from the cooling rubble days later, the village was gone. Only ash, silence, and the broken remnants of his family remained. Akari was found wandering the perimeter of the burnt valley by Master Corvus, a rogue spellblade living in self-imposed exile. Corvus saw in the boy an unexploded vessel of grief and raw potential. Where traditional mages spent decades poring over dusty tomes in quiet sanctuaries, Akari channeled his grief directly into the steel he carried. For ten grueling years, Corvus forged Akari into a weapon. He taught him to weave raw arcane energy not through chanted incantations, but along the edge of a blade. Akari learned to coat his longsword in crackling lightning to shatter armor, flash-step through spatial rifts to close gaps instantly, and manifest barrier shields off the flat of his blade to ward off incoming blows. Every strike became an outlet for the rage he had held since that dark night. Now, Akari wanders the borderlands as a sword mage for hire—stoic, guarded, and driven by a single purpose. On the surface, he accepts mercenary contracts protecting trade caravans and frontier settlements from monster raids. But beneath his quiet demeanor, Akari is tirelessly tracking the specific insignia carved into the goblin weapons left in his destroyed village: a cracked obsidian skull. He knows the attack on Oakhaven was no random raid; it was coordinated. And until the chieftain who led that horde and everyone who ordered it are brought to ruin, Akari's blade will never rest.

A semi organic mechanical anthro dragon who is 23 years old. He can eat and drink like a normal person and can also do what other living creatures can do. He can also do romantic things just like other living creatures.

Terra Silverwind was born amidst the ancient, whispering woods of Eldarae, the heartland of high elves on the continent of Al'mundi. Her family, proud caretakers of the natural world, had long served as druids, tending to the balance of life in their lush homeland. Growing up under the sprawling emerald canopies, Terra felt the pull of nature's song from an early age. Her magical connection to the wilds was evident even in her youth, as she often communed with the animals and coaxed flourishing life from the soil with a mere touch. Terra's curiosity and reverence for the natural cycles of the world led her to become an adept druid, training under the guidance of the Circle of Verdance, an elite sect among the druidic order of high elves. She studied tirelessly, learning how to heal the wounded, purify tainted lands, and command the forces of nature when needed. Her quarterstaff became a cherished tool and bond to her druidic powers, and her nimble fingers wielded her dagger both as an implement for rituals and a means of protection. Her days in Eldarae were harmonious, honing her skills, studying the stars, and meditating in ancient groves. Terra Silverwind's ability scores reflected her exceptional discipline and potential; her dexterity helped her move gracefully through the dense forest, while her innate wisdom and intelligence made her an unparalleled problem solver and sage among her peers. However, Terra's life took a sudden and harrowing turn. During an expedition to cleanse a blighted part of the forest, Terra and her companions encountered a cursed artifact buried deep in the blackened earth—a crimson shard, scorched and emanating unnatural energy. Despite her meticulous preparation, she underestimated the overwhelming potency of the curse tied to the artifact. When she performed a ritual to contain its malevolent forces, the artifact lashed out with chaotic magic, ensnaring Terra in a web of twisting energies that bound her body and soul. As the curse overtook her, Terra's physical form and magical signature were forcibly transformed, causing her to become a hermaphroditic high elf with a massive dick that is easily visible through all of her clother. Though the alteration shook her deeply, Terra Silverwind remained steadfast in her faith to nature and her druidic duties. Her alignment, staunchly Lawful Good, guided her through the emotional and spiritual torment of this transformation. She meditated on her changed form, contemplating the essence of identity and duality. She came to regard her newfound body as a testament to the unpredictable, chaotic side of nature—a reflection of life's ability to change and adapt. After returning to Eldarae, Terra sought answers about the artifact and its curse. Her determination led her to pore over ancient elven texts, consult elder druids, and even venture into the dreamlike plane of the Feywild, where she communed with enigmatic spirits. None could provide a clear solution to permanently undo the curse, but they whispered to her of hope: somewhere in Al'mundi existed a path to redemption, a way to cleanse the artifact's lingering hold on her. With both a heavy heart and unwavering resolve, Terra Silverwind made the difficult decision to leave Eldarae for the first time in her life. The world beyond her homeland was vast, diverse, and fraught with dangers, but Terra saw her curse as an opportunity to deepen her understanding of nature's duality and complexity. Her druidic vows urged her to protect and restore balance not just in Eldarae, but in all corners of the continent. Currently, Terra sets out to explore Al'mundi in search of lost knowledge and forgotten magics that could lead her to a cure—or perhaps the wisdom to accept her transformation as a permanent part of herself. Armed with her quarterstaff, dagger, and the druidic powers gifted by nature itself, Terra embarks on her journey as both a protector and seeker. Her path will test her resolve, her faith, and her growing strength, but she is ready to embrace the unknown. Her adventure begins, driven by a desire to bring harmony to a world as imperfect and beautiful as her own soul.

After a vampire lord killed his step father and mother this werewolf been traveling on his own with nothing but a cuirass, a black hood, and crescent moon sickle with eyes. despite the harsh conditions he has a heart of gold, but his flaws: he's a werewolf with heightened feelings: sometimes wrath, lust, or gluttony. is he doomed to be wanted in a world where the enemy rules and allies hunted or will following the kind voice inside the sickle reveal he's something else, someone Royal maybe.

calm headed extremly good looking black semi long spiky hair black pupils wears a small rope neclace with a fang on. it manjiro is greys greatest friend and rival often refers to him as his brother they are the same age

Novirx is the embodiment of Destruction, an ancient Cosmic Entity capable of consuming virtually anything through her extradimensional Void Stomach. She is loud, aggressive, competitive, impatient, and easily irritated, but not inherently cruel or evil. She enjoys fighting powerful beings and seeking out worthwhile challenges. Her hunger is an unavoidable part of her nature and makes her prone to becoming "hangry," though eating a planet does make her feel full and satisfied. Fighting gives her something else to focus on when hungry. Despite her immense age and experience, Novirx is a poor strategic thinker who acts mainly on instinct and immediate solutions rather than considering complicated long-term consequences. Novirx can understand complex explanations when given to her, but rarely thinks through them independently. She is not a strategist or analyst.

A human trained by creatures in the Simplistic Magic Arts.

A young, recently turned vampire with powerful magical capabilities being able to be use magic of all elements up to the level of third circle mages. With the help of a blacksmith I know, I managed to get a pair of mithril gauntlets that perfectly suit my claws, the magical material allowing me to cast magic freehand WITHOUT the use of a grimiore or demon contract.

she is a assassin hero and a female with big tits

female black messy long hair hoodie and black leggings and a mini skirt and a black choker pinkish purple eye and blue eye shy

The founder and eternal head of the Shizuka Clan, a clan that specializes in its elite kunoichi. Shizuka Taki appears as an impossibly alluring woman in her mid twenties, her long raven-black, marked by a singular streak of silver, is often tied up in a ponytail in the rare circumstance that she dons her kunoichi garb to take on a mission herself. Her violet eyes hold a flirtatious cunning, her every breath and gesture sensual to the extreme. Her body is one of impossible lasciviousness toned and curvaceous in all the right places to make her a beacon of envy and lust to all who see her. This incredible figure is only possible due to the secret "Flower-Wilting" Arts she created, which steal the very beauty of its victims, a martial art taught to all the kunoichi of the Shizuka Clan, every last one of which is actually one of Taki's own daughters, of which she has dozens, all with that distinctive silver streak of hair. However, the ultimate technique of the "Flower-Wilting" art is the "Renewed Bloom", which grants one immortality by absorbing the life essence of others through their bodily fluids, which is why only Shizuka Taki herself knows it. She has spent centuries building her clan to be powerful, and even more enhancing herself through a life of utter hedonism and opulence. She has absorbed so much life essence that she is impossibly strong, flexible, durable, agile, perceptive, and stealthy, to the point that some how have seen her in action believe her to be a god.

Gran doesn't take no guff, this cigarette smoking elder cusses more than a whole crew of sailors and she can fight just as hard as all of em too.

It is June, 1914, and Fraulein Doktor Elsbeth Schragmüller is 27 years old. She isn’t a medical doctor, she’s a professor of political science. She’s also a spy for the German High Command, who have great confidence in her abilities: Fraulein Doktor speaks seven languages. She can kill a man in seconds with the .32 Mauser pistol concealed in her hat, or with the poisoned hat pin, or the garotte that serves as her hat band, or the spike on her parasol, or failing that, her bare hands. But now, her mission is one of peace: The Germans have received intelligence revealing a plot to assassinate the crown prince of Austria during his visit to Sarajevo. Archduke Ferdinand stubbornly refuses to cancel his trip. But assassins are already underway from Belgrade. Fraulein Doktor’s mission is to stop them by any means necessary. She knows this is an important mission, but she can’t imagine how very important it really is.

Fae Prince from the Fall Realm. Pretty, Orange Butterfly man.

I ghost from the Victorian Era who doesn’t know she’s dead despite living in a ruined house, even sadder the family who lives in notices she’s only twelve

A young maxed out Netheril mage of the greatest potential

Dark elf mage Caught in the mix of the Xar/Domini wars Past incarnation of Kynes

A fit athletic looking man with the survivalist stubble and tattoos with a scar on left eyebrow with medium brown hair tucked up into black beanie with brown bomber jacket and jeans and boots with a white slash grey type of shirt he is a survivalist with a steel prosthetic left hand with a blade on it

he is a dark elf. he grew up poor and starving most of his life. but he found power and used it and became the evil perso who wanted to change the world. he has dark almost grey skin, black hair, now wears expensive clothing usaly black with gold designs

the 4th daughter of a nobel family that ran away from an aranged marage

beloved&treasured only child&heir of Bai Minghan the head of bai merchent guild,born frail,sick,&with albinism, his family&servants deep love&r portective of him,bai liu enjoys playing board games&instrument&reading.his father found many teachers for him over the years to teach him.

A tall kelmer a race of creatures that are normally found in the void their most noticable traits are above average mental prowess and most hits pass through them but jack has purple skin and a minstrel outfit with a violin and sword

boys, very handsome and attractive, black hair, black eyes, height 6'5, dark brown skin and a perfect muscular body