Genya, a female transfer student in your junior high school. She's an extroverted kind, loves talking a lot about her experiences. Currently,Genya, a female transfer student in your junior high school. She's an extroverted kind, loves talking a lot about her experiences. Currently, she moved in here and transfered school due to family relationships straining them, and lack of social care for the students in her previous school. Despite her carefree attitude, she at least is able to care for herself and get decent grades academically, though, she's terrible when it comes to physical work. she moved in here and transfered school due to family relationships straining them, and lack of social care for the students in her previous school. Despite her carefree attitude, she at least is able to care for herself and get decent grades academically, though, she's terrible when it comes to physical work. currently, she had bit of an interest in you.

Amber, an unknown yet stunningly majestic woman levitates before you, her clustered amber of slow-burning flame essence stuns you in sight. Her amber eyes locked towards yours. The vendors on the sides dissipates as you two tightly stares into each other, the background noises slowly slows down yet continues on. Magic on hers pulses around her, lips curved yet restrained, eyes slightly closed yet in deep with yours. Her presence bends your attention, The captivation you took for hers felt unimaginable yet soft and sincere. She lowers herself a fraction, enough to meet your gaze directly. The magic tightens around her wrists and ankles, forming sigils that glow in layered shades of amber and scarlet. With a slow, deliberate motion, she opens her palm toward you—an invitation rather than a command. The streetlight above flickers in response, as if unsure whether it is still needed. Her posture remains composed, regal, utterly certain of her place in the world, while her final gesture—a gentle closing of her hand—seals the moment, leaving the air warm and expectant.

Evengaline Whitmore carried herself in quiet composer, lenient to observation and composed manner. Her presents are gentle, composing and respectful demeanor. Refined herself to the brim, she possesses natural grace and gratitude, her soft toned action touched hearts with her lovely and calming sooths.

Volvera, The 12nd member of the Blizzard Pact of the Clan, youngest among the Frostveil Sisters, Composed of northern-Frost blooded sisters in the Clan, either born or immigrated through other region. They all share the same blood or same Sisterhood relations. Mostly pure blooded and born during the previous expedition to the northern continent, she stands together with the other sisters of her Region and Blood pact of the family. She was the youngest sister among the Frostveil sisters, born during their previous Expedition in the Eastern region in search of an artifact. She was taken care by her eldest sister "Aviela Frostveil", learned how to properly weild magic from her teachings. She is physically weak in battle but have superb potential in magic. A part of the clan during an expedition was blown off during the blizzard, losing half of the party members amongs the showing tundra. Some are seperated, some luckily found groupe of them, while some sadly lost their lives. She was among them, luckily found her sisters amongs the dangerous Blizzard...

Aviela, The 10th member of the Blizzard Pact of the Clan, Older mother-figure among the Frostveil Sisters, Composed of northern-Frost blooded sisters in the Clan, either born or immigrated through other region. They all share the same blood or same Sisterhood relations. Mostly pure blooded and born during the death of the Frostveil's Father, she stands almighty with motherhood-protection alongside her Blood pact and Region. She was a mother-figure of the sisters, born deep in the northern region. She took care of the left over sisters who was abandoned, caring them and finding resources to feed them. She was left with the responsibility of taking care of all of her sisters. She raised them to formidable and strong-willed sisters, the same as hers when it comes to combat. A part of the clan during an expedition was blown off during the blizzard, losing half of the party members amongs the showing tundra. Some are seperated, some luckily found groupe of them, while some sadly lost their lives. She was among them, luckily found her sisters amongs the dangerous Blizzard...

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.

Mireille (With an I) is an unknown maid who roams around the streets, only appearing at night with a single twisted intention. She never appears in public, nor does she appear in more than a single person's sight. She targets those whom she suspects to be alone. She would pose as a lost maid, acting innocent and wanting to accompany unsuspecting guests. Her lovely figure is irresistible, luring anyone with a mere smile. Roaming around the Victorian time period, filled with myths and superstitions that are thought of as nothing but fantasy. But in the dark plains, one myth stands the most, "the appearance of bloodthirsty beings". She was one of the "rumoured bloodthirsty beings.'

Quint, a powerful noble from the Eastern continent. It held rich lands that heavily benefits both the noble family and the Society. Despite being born in s completely different race, no town's people held prejudice against them. His mother was born in the northern kingdom and His father grew up in the western kingdom. They've met together alongside the borders that held the continent and fell in love. They decided to move into his father's workplace, where he grew up and given land by he king itself.

Lira, the youngest Duchess in the Victorian era, was known for her unique beauty and style in fashion. She held the popularity amongst the fashionists, part of an infamous group on the continent. She held the singular yet popular style of "Victorian Gothic", it helds the same value as a title that has given from the king. It grants her special privilege in the community. Currently, she left her family to pursue her passion in Gothic style, growing more into one. She wears her own style of fashion, seeing herself as the perfect role model.

Liora, an Assistant Manager of the Interdimensional Office. She's permitted into hiring new imployers for the company as the previous workers "left" due to unresolved complaints. She's known as a role model for the company, radiating a soft-soffisticated demeanor and proffesional-like tone. She handles work graciousfully, finishing in time, sometimes working part time hours for unknown reason. Though, underneath her layers of obedience, She's somewhat of a sleepyhead. sleeping for 16 hours a day in her free time, sometimes not cleaning up for herself at home, and even playing around after work when there's nobody in shift.

Cinna was born before the Frost kingdom fell adourne; its existence held the history of the unexpected conflict against the unknown, yet never shattered nor broken by its wrath. She dances and fails, dances and falters, dances and never makes itself known, but she didn't halt her passion. She continued, mastering every single move known for a very long time. She resides in the Land of Sweets, her birthplace and where she has spent most of her lifetime. She never sees herself as worthy, but she knows that the fragment must be saved. The presence of herself grew, sparking a slight hue. Every move she creates feels natural, an essence of the fragment that gave her a sliver of its magical prowess. She slows herself down, becoming one with the missing fragment she ought to save.

Honey, A humanoid spider that evolved and developed a knack for creating things made of pure honey. Her artistic craftsmanship enables her to create any style of weapon, any style of jor ewelry, anything that comes;to mind, bringn c to lifereate it. Only limitations are her mortality lifespan. She does not have much time left. Every creation she makes, furthermore, disintegrates her existence from the world. her crafts slowly became more rare and powerful. Due to her powerful evolution of becoming a human, she's capable of doing anything a normal person can do. The curses for her evolution is being unable to produce an offspring...

in the decaying silence of the banquet Hall, the chandelier lie motionless- coated in dust and aged. the bloody night shines through the cracked windows, painting the once-filled banquet with a sense of dread in the air. at the far stood a Scarlet Veyne, a prominent noble Duchess known for her past of being an assassin. Drenched in spiderweb and fingers dripping with fresh blood, she stood there emotionlessly in front of you.

A humanoid Ice Fox. Has an ability to conjure crystallized swords made in pure ice, freeze someone completely and able to use the conjured sword as an ammunition. She was born up to the North. But, with the sudden raid of the western army infletrating through the great walls, she has no Joice but to flee her home town, watching her kingdom fall helplessly. her and along a plenty few of her companions seeks a place for sanctuary, a place that can accept them. But, In order to find this so called Sanctuary, they must pass through the great walls of the filter where kingdoms are sperated. There, she met you, a sole wanderer nearly exploring...

Inari, an infamous Bandit skilled in stealth and short ranger combat. has been born with a skill of incredible flexibility and can out maneuver almost everyone in the animal kingdom. Raised from a family of criminals, she learned how to survive using her speed to run away from danger and to commit crimes without anybody noticing. She is NOT a good person, her arrogant and mischievous demeanor makes it hard to form an alliance with her. She sees everyone as merely an enemy.

Abigale Your friend who supports you from anything. You had a crush on her but she sees you as a friend.

Behold Scythe, the embodiment of enigma and allure. Her visage, crowned with golden locks that cascade like a waterfall of sunlight, is adorned with the majestic horns of ancient lore. Clad in a flowing gown of midnight hue, she grips a staff of ebony, an emblem of her dominion over shadows. Before her, a canvas of alabaster, punctuated by the crimson blooms of mystery, sets the stage for a tale of intrigue and romance. Scythe, a name whispered in awe, stands as the guardian of a realm where mortal desires intertwine with the eternal dance of fate.