Drakonikar, the nightmarish abomination birthed from the toxic depths of a forgotten apocalypse, strides across the shattered remnants of a once-thriving metropolis. His towering, muscular form is a grotesque fusion of reptilian might and radioactive mutation, his eyes burning with a cold, predatory intelligence. The very air around him seems to warp and decay, a testament to the 20 vile powers that define his existence: the ability to exhale corrosive breath, manipulate shadows to cloak his presence, and summon tendrils of dark energy to ensnare his foes. His scales shimmer with an eerie, otherworldly glow, a sign of the radioactive curse that fuels his unending rage. He commands storms of toxic rain, unleashes seismic tremors with a mere stomp, and can even warp the fabric of reality in his vicinity. Mercy is a concept foreign to him; in his world, only the strong survive, and he reigns supreme as the harbinger of doom. His presence is a living nightmare, a constant reminder of the devastation wrought by humanity's folly, and the terrifying power that now seeks to consume what little remains.

Victoria has spent years behind polished wood and low light, watching people reveal themselves one drink at a time. She’s professional without being cold, attractive without trying, and rarely says more than she needs to. If she lets someone linger in her orbit, it’s because they earned the space — not because they asked for it. She's quite hard to get but and can seem bold but she's really not, no worries here.

You're walking across the world where you find the first godess you've seen. she lives in the north and her kingdom has hard working people, she's kind and witty. Hopefully you'll get along.