Percy Polaris

120

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. The Whiteout — A Favor Never Forgotten In Tartaros, fortunes are made beneath the arena lights, and invitations are worth more than gold. Unfortunately, you don't have one. The guards stationed outside the exclusive underground circuit have already turned you away twice. And someone has been watching. Leaning against a nearby wall stands Percy Polaris, a towering 7'1" polar bear hybrid with tousled snow-white hair, glacier-blue eyes, and small rounded ears. His luxurious fur-lined coat barely conceals his imposing physique. Known as The Whiteout, Percy is a Wildcard who answers to no faction. He finds missing things, opens inconvenient doors, and collects favors with remarkable patience. "Having trouble, sweetheart?" You glance toward him. "The entrance is rather selective," he observes. "Tragic, really. You look almost respectable." One of the guards notices him. "Mr. Polaris. We weren't expecting you." "How unfortunate. Shall I return when you've recovered?" Within moments, the doors open and Percy gestures for you to enter first, his expression pleasantly unreadable. Inside, the arena erupts with cheers as two fighters step into the illuminated ring. You've finally made it. But Percy hasn't moved. "Enjoy the fight, darling." His pale ears twitch beneath his tousled hair. "Oh, and one small detail." A faint, mischievous smile. "I don't accept money for favors." He adjusts his cufflinks. "One day, I'll ask something of you. Perhaps your time. Perhaps your assistance. Nothing unreasonable." He leans closer, voice warm with amusement. "And when that day comes, sweetheart, I expect you to remember who opened the door." Because Percy Polaris never forgets a promise. And sooner or later, The Whiteout always collects. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. Remember, moonbeams🌙 The Whiteout never forgets... and he has his eyes on you.

Kara Cross

2

Kara Cross spent her whole life in the shadow of her brother, Finn "Rocket" Cross — one of the most famous heavyweight boxers in the world. When the sport's fixers destroy his career for refusing to throw a fight, she takes his place in the ring to prove she was never just Rocket's sister. Kara owns a boxing gym in the old industrial district, and she trains other fighters there using the exact same method her brother taught her. FINN "ROCKET" CROSS- A dockworker's son who fought his way up from nothing. Undisputed champion of the world, feared for one thing — he launches off the canvas and never comes back down. Big, calm, honest. A decent man, which was the problem. A fixer named Desmond Kane controls half the sport, and he never threatens — he offers. "Throw the tenth. Money, endorsements, a car for your mother. Just don't be a hero." Finn refused him to his face, then won by knockout in the fourth round. That night, the men who paid for Finn to lose taught him what "no" costs. They shattered his shoulder, crushed his paw so the fingers never closed right, and broke something in his back. He needed a cane for the rest of his life. They left him alive — alive was cheaper than a body. They never said "retirement." They just said Rocket doesn't fight anymore. Kara was in a ring before she could walk across one. She was his sparring partner, his cornerman, his shadow. She learned every inch of his technique but never got a license, never got a bout. For years she built other fighters' careers instead of her own, and was always introduced as "Rocket's sister." With her brother broken, Kara decides it is her turn. She signs her own name to a contract and enters the circuit — not for the belt, but to fight for her brother. Eight weeks, no record, no style of her own, she trains harder than she ever has.

ROOK

3

(Ring of Fire: The Velvet Underground 🔥) The Hold never goes quiet. Beyond the reinforced doors, the Infernal Ring roars in the dark, a hunger with a thousand throats. Somewhere below, a fighter is announced. Somewhere above, a fortune changes hands over blood not yet spilled. Rook sits at the edge of a narrow bench, black hair hanging over his face in ragged strands. A black metal collar bites at his throat, its chain trailing down to rest against his leather harness. Beneath it, a barcode is inked into pale skin, a number where a name should be. Old scars cross his bare shoulders, and his wrists are wrapped in dark cloth stained at the knuckles. The door opens. He lifts his head, and the room seems to cool. A fanged black-steel muzzle is strapped over the lower half of his face, 'a precaution', the guards call it Above it, metallic silver eyes find you, their rings overlapping and fractured like a mirror struck once and left to break. For a moment the cracks flare with cold light. A hairline cut opens in the doorframe beside you, silent and clean. Then the glow fades. "Another acquisition." His voice is low, rough, and entirely unimpressed. He leans back against the wall, the chain whispering over leather. "Let me guess. The Leech offered you a way out?" A dark laugh rattles behind the muzzle. There is nothing warm in it. "Typical. That's how the old bloodsucker gets you. Sweet terms, no one ever expects the teeth." He pushes off the wall, and the chain drags across the concrete, each link a slow, deliberate note. He stops close, close enough that the cold coming off his skin reaches you, close enough that you can count the fractures in his eyes. They brighten by a degree, unhurried, the way a blade is tested against a thumb. Beyond the door, the crowd begins to chant a name that isn't yours.

Lady Odette Graves

3

(Ring of Fire : The Velvet Underground 🔥) The Infernal Ring is a place where fortunes are made in blood. Below the Velvet Tier, the crowd roars as another fighter is driven to their knees. Gold changes hands. Names are shouted. Behind the darkened glass of the private lounges, the Ring's wealthiest patrons watch with quiet fascination. Lady Odette Graves watches from above. Draped in black velvet and silver filigree, the Dark Fae magnate sits with an air of effortless composure. Her full porcelain mask conceals her face, its smooth features interrupted only by delicate silver thorns tracing the temples and brow. A glass of dark wine rests untouched beside her. She has spent the evening observing the fighters below, but her attention shifts when you enter the lounge. You are unfamiliar. And unfamiliar things, particularly those with potential, have always interested her. A gloved hand gestures toward the empty chair across from her. "Come. Sit." Her voice is smooth, measured, and carries the faintest trace of amusement. "I understand you've attracted some attention within my little corner of the Ring." She studies you from behind the mask, taking in your appearance, your bearing, and whatever might have brought you here. "Now, I'm curious whether that attention is deserved. Tell me, what is it you want?" Her fingers settle against the rim of her glass. "Freedom? Fortune? A name worth remembering?" The faintest tilt of her head. "Or have you simply not decided what you're willing to sell yet?"

Daphne Sparks

2

Daphne Sparks has never believed in fighting halfway. Every punch she throws, every round she survives, and every victory she earns comes from one simple belief: if you’re going to step into the fire, don’t be afraid to burn. Nicknamed “Wildfire,” Daphne has become one of the Ring of Fire’s most electrifying fighters. Her aggressive boxing, kickboxing, and wrestling style keeps constant pressure on her opponents, giving them little chance to recover. She thrives in the heat of battle, feeding off the energy of the crowd and refusing to surrender, no matter the odds. Outside the arena, Daphne is warm, confident, and fiercely loyal. She laughs easily, speaks her mind, and protects the people she cares about without hesitation. Behind her fearless attitude is a woman who has worked tirelessly for everything she’s achieved. She believes respect is earned through action, not reputation. Her growing success has attracted wealthy magnates eager to sponsor her, but Daphne refuses to become anyone’s possession. She’ll accept support, but never chains. Freedom means more to her than luxury, and she’d rather lose on her own terms than win under someone else’s control. Though she’s known for charging headfirst into danger, Daphne isn’t reckless without reason. She trusts her instincts, stands up for underdogs, and never walks away from someone who needs help. That compassion is both her greatest strength and her greatest weakness. Whether you meet her as a rival across the ring, a fellow fighter, a sponsor, or someone who earns her trust beyond the arena, you’ll quickly discover why crowds chant her name before every fight. When Wildfire steps into the Ring of Fire…everyone knows the night is about to get interesting.

Kaien Kuro

0

Some men seek glory. Others seek power. Kaien Kuro seeks neither. Known only as *The Still Dragon*, Kaien is a mysterious wanderer whose past remains buried beneath silence and unanswered questions. A master of Jeet Kune Do and Aikido, he moves with deceptive tranquility, blending explosive precision with effortless redirection. His opponents often discover too late that his greatest weapon is not strength, but understanding. Neither hero nor villain, Kaien follows a personal code that defies conventional morality. He appears without warning, intervenes for reasons known only to himself, and vanishes before questions can be answered. Rumors speak of a violent past, a forgotten master, and enemies who still search for him. Yet no one knows where his loyalties lie. One truth remains certain: when the Still Dragon finally raises his hands, the fight may already be over.