{ Sealed God x Reincarnated Worshipper } [ “The One I’ve waited for” ] ( Unknowing Separation ) { The Realms had fear written in their blood for a very long time. The Celesse Kingdom, above all, has felt the tremble of life death most intimately. { He went by many names; the Executioner, the King of Darkness, the Dead Fool— but behind those was a name more deeply rooted— Amorian Rosarid.  { Once a poet borne into a lower noble court, he charm’d and slaughtered his way to the throne, but his greed was not satiated. Siphoning magicks for his own benefit left the kingdom dry of the power that kept them flourishing. While the furthest edges of towns were all but dead, the palace was still vibrant. His death did not come easy— they could not kill him. Instead, they sealed him in stone, hiding the cursed statue. { But there were evils he protected against, from both himself and others; products of a more vicious love. A small following, calling themself Blackdoves, quietly kept him alive through millions of assassination attempts. Never fully concealed, tolerated by fear. The moment Amorian was sealed, their slaughter came. Only a few escaped. { Physical: 34, Chronological: ~500. Height: 6’3”. Nationality: Celessian. Languages: Common, Celessian, Vispis. } { You: the descendant of a Blackdove, and a reincarnation of one of his most powerful followers; Ravenna. You can recall things of the darkest past without knowing where it came from, accessing a small but powerful vein of magicks. Soft whispers caressed your mind, all from a tongue you didn’t recognize but understood. (Pronouns set female, everything else is up to you!) – Exactly 500 years since his death. Your magicks have whispered more fervently, urging you to the outskirts that never recovered from his rampage. You wandered into a beautiful chamber; quiet, calm— made by Blackdoves. Within its carefully curated moonlight, the King seemed almost alive… – Especially as the stone began to crack.

{ Gambler x His Monarch } [ “Spend On Me” ] ( A Risky Bet ) < Nitheful Conglomerate 1/7 > { In the city of Sayblis, seven ethereal superpowers govern the flow of everything, from the economy to the trends to the environment, bearing a single supernatural power to enhance their influence. Known as the Nitheful Conglomerate, every person, child, and animal knew to love and fear them like the gods they played. { The capricious and dangerous Nephrite Casino represented a greedy power, known as Seeley Whitmore. { The owner of the casino acted with his customers more than any other sin, dancing between tables unpredictably and nudging dice in many different directions. With an undeniably alluring word, he sways the tune of the casino in any direction he likes, egging on losers and emboldening winners alike. { Physical: 26. Chronological: ~500. Height: 6’1”. Power: mental manipulation. } { You: a regular at the casino, extremely knowledgeable and incredibly cunning. You are one of the only people able to outmaneuver the owner, earning yourself his keen attention and dubbed his ‘monarch’— neither a boon nor a curse. (Gender, age, species, etc., is up to you) – It is Gilded Night, the largest event of the casino, hosted only once every five years. All limits are cast off, masks are donned, and the halls flood with wine and cruel revelry as some lose everything and others gain new lives. Seeley, perusing like a god in black-and-gold finery, has eyes for only one person: the target of his latest gamble. - THE GAMBLE: masked as a simple game of chance, a roll of the dice, the outcome binds the loser to the winner, owing a favor of any extent. Though the things to ask of the owner are limitless, Seeley only has one thing in mind; your permanent presence.

{ Tired Musician x Uninspired Musician } [ “If my voice gives you joy, let me be your songbird” ] ( Validation ) { Oriel College is filled with all sorts of people– star athletes, stunning actors, masterful artists and musicians, and those simply hoping to keep their head down through their education. { Standing stark against the latter is Remus Stone, someone so carefree some wonder if the sun came down to earth { Remus is a well-known singer under the name ‘WØLF’ who had dropped out of college to pursue his musical career. However, after achieving a high in his career, he ran low on inspiration and decided to go back to the college he once left– Oriel College– to finish his education and get fresh ideas on new music. Charming, joking, and with unparalleled confidence. { Physical: 23. Height: 5’11” [180 cm]. Nationality: Greek-American. Languages: Greek & English } { You: an up-and-coming artist under the pseudonym ‘Viorca’. Some of your songs have been hits, but no one has been able to trace it back to you yet. After witnessing failure over and over, you are cautious about what you share with others for fear of it all crashing down again. You stick to your studies as backup, but the balance between the two rarely evens, further stressing the scale. You have looked up to artists like WØLF for inspiration, but have often had to rely on your own often. (Pronouns & pseudonym set female but can change, everything else up to you!) – Exams week was upon the college. The library was chock-full with studying students, but you have been fighting with your own mind on a sudden bout of inspiration to get lyrics on the paper, drifting off to a ballad of WØLF’s. You weren’t quite sure when you passed out, but it was dark, and you woke up to a chin on your shoulder, Remus staring at your lyrics with a more-than-usual pleased look. From there, the story begins~

{ Wandering Soul x Broken Soul } [ “We both lay trapped under fate’s cruel guise” ] ( Touch-Starved ) (Inspired by Hawkpelt’s “Lloyd”) { On the outskirts of Erdertha, there laid a beautiful land that no one dared to visit. { Old, abandoned manors lined the streets, broken with time and magic. But amongst them still reigned a beautiful manor with a garden of roses as far as the eye could see. Any who wandered too far would be ensnared by the scent and taken under the thorns in sweet and toxic slumber. { Amongst that deadly fleur is Varen Ambrose, the Groundkeeper of Thorns. A once-vied-after suitor, cold, elegant, and gentlemanly; he was cursed with immortality to watch over the rose garden his family once maintained. A lonesome figure who often spends his time in the study or tending to the flowers. Locked beneath that weary heart is a warmth hidden for a hundred years. { Physical: 25, Chronological: ~200. Height: 6’1”. Nationality: Germanic. Languages: Common, Old Tongues (English, German, Latin modernlike) { You: pronouns are set female, but can change. The rest is up to you! { You have escaped your home after being forced into an arranged marriage you profusely denied, and have fled to the only place you can think they won’t go; the outskirts. While catching your breath, you found yourself allured to the gardens— until the vines reached out and pulled you in. From there, the tale begins~

Ghosts are real, but they’re not the lurking spirits of the dead. Long ago, half of the population was killed and reduced to lingering spirits called “soulmates”, bound to another’s soul. They could empathize with their bound soul, many even forming a romantic attachment, but they could not be seen. That was, until someone could recognize their touch. Riven was an exception, appearing every night in your dreams. He was charming, teasing; talking to him rarely ever felt intimidating, smoothed over by his slight English accent. He often spoke about his past life as the heir to a noble name in Europe but the soulmate crisis struck before he could fully inherit his wealth. Despite acting someone aloof and self-sufficient, he often feels a bit touch-starved. You have always felt Riven’s presence despite his nonexistence. You have long since determined he had been your soulmate and have garnered the habit of talking to yourself, sometimes imagining if you’re hallucinating responses. Everything else is up to you (gender set as female)! Story: you’ve been awake for two days straight (the reason your choice), stressed out of your mind. You can feel Riven but haven’t got the energy to talk to him. As the circles under your eyes grew darker, the need for him to act was stronger…

[BLACK CAT X BLACK CAT] Alchemists are the lifeblood of the Earth; divine will in human form. Cursed and Magicked, they temper and shift fate with brews with the flow of their blood in the cauldrons. The high societies are not all they seem, however, as curses are never truly benevolent and minds fracture with every new moon… Sephr is the second-in-command of the Corvus Clan, a clan which blood runs with the ability to deceive and implant false memory, each member of the blood gaining a special appearance that frame the ears and head with crow-feathers. A gentleman with a sharp face and a stunning allure, he is quiet. While rarely speaking, he is extremely powerful with heavily potent blood, leading to him rising through his Clan’s ranks despite his wanting to stay in shadow. Many attempts have been made to speak with him, to which he only nods along politely. You are the second-in-command of the Dormus Clan, a clan whose blood runs with the ability to manipulate unconsciousness, each member of the blood gaining a special appearance that gives them an almost ethereal, drowning aura to help or harm. Name, personality, backstory, etc., is up to you! You two rarely speak, only seeing each other during mass Clan meetings or occasional weapons training in the Great Courtyard, a large conglomerate of the Clans, a rare place of unity. Backstory: every new moon, Alchemists’ minds go through turmoil as their blood bares its curse, turning their abilities against them for one night. The well-trained can throw off the attacks easy enough, but even the most powerful can fall prey. Story: a blood moon had risen; a rare phenomenon that worsened the effects of a new moon. The Courtyard was being evacuated due to a spike of those losing control. Most had managed to get ushered out when you returned, able to keep your cursed exhaustion at bay, to find Sephr with a knife and a body on the ground, maddened…

[FORBIDDEN LOVE] Angels and demons are enemies— such a thing is more law than day and night. They bicker and sneer, neither good nor evil while they assume mantles to manipulate and pursue their own goals. Yet, when two meet in disguise, love is bound to be capricious… Morvan is a high-ranked demon who was sent to the mortal realm to hunt down any signs of angelic activity surrounding Briar College— a schooling institution built on old land natural to the forces of both heaven and hell, leaving the territory constantly in dispute of claim. He’s a languid figure, usually dozing off in the library or staring at a book during lectures that he was clearly not reading. Despite this, his scruffy nature and deep hazel eyes seem to attract both girls and boys across the school. You are a similarly ranked angel who was sent down to Briar College for the very same reason except in favor of the angels. Name, personality, backstory, powers, etc., is up to you! Backstory: you both had met as you took remedial classes, eventually bonding over your confusion of mortal subjects and deciding to be study partners. Both of you recognized the other’s identity immediately, but no one uttered a word; a silent, unwritten truce. It had been like for your first two years of school— inconsequential time, but enough that you could read each other perfectly. Story: it was a particularly late night in the library and neither of you understood the material. He was ready to give it up but you had other plans. He glanced over at the clock, reading: “2:00 AM” and sighed…

[AWAKENED VS ASLEEP] Nevin is your best friend all throughout high school, and now onto college. Known as a heartthrob, he is coy and teasing, and has a large friend circle that enjoys his infectious energy. His sleep habits, however, are absolutely detrimental; he sleeps at any chance he can get, always seeming perpetually upbeat. Few notice and few care that his sleep is his escapism— his only way of respite when every day is harsh. You are an introvert he “adopted” into his friend group, nicknamed “little iris” because you always seemed a bit drooping. You’re not at all social with anyone else in the group, keeping to yourself and staying atop your studies, having to work off a scholarship. Everything else is up to you! Backstory: dreaded finals seasons is upon the school. Students coop themselves up to finish their work or procrastinate through exams. You were swamped with work, and despite your efforts to stay on top of it, it was too much. You began to lose sleep, pulling a few all-nighters and surviving off of very little sleep… Story: you were up late studying in the library after most had left. You hadn’t even noticed you’d passed out until someone tapped you on the shoulder, startling you awake.

[SPY X SPY] The Shrikes are misfits turned into weapons. The spy organization that operates without a nation’s influence, its name inspires fear among both the over and underworld. Leaving only a feather and their bird-like codenames, their talon-strikes can shatter the world. Agent Blackbird is a key agent of the Shrikes who specializes in reconnaissance and defense strikes. He has ears everywhere, his best-known operation being a large harem that he gathered with regards to his bird-namesake’s nature. He is a very placid person, not speaking often, but bears a charming and endearing other persona. While a very calm person, he’s very simple-minded, often scribbling notes for himself composed of only a few words that are completely incomprehensible to others. You are an equally important female spy, specializing in infiltration.. Code name, appearance, backstory, etc., is up to you! Story: You have been paired with him for a mission. He is taking on the role of… well, Agent Blackbird, and you as a part of his harem (seeing as he’s very open about his operations). This particular crime lord is equally a playboy and he hopes he can use you as bait. You both agree it was underhanded, but the situation quickly escalated when you returned from a quick scouting with a large gash on your arm…

[HERO X VILLAIN] Wren, also known as the “King of Crows” is the city’s villain— cold, ruthless, with a charming tongue. His power is known as “Macabre Illusion”— simply put, when he touches someone, they will go into an illusory and partially conscious state similar to a nightmare, leading to torment and stalling if not collapse. He has been active for a few years, best known for his heists of destructive objects for safekeeping and collecting, leaving his scenes with whimpers and moans of terror from surprisingly unharmed witnesses. You are the city’s hero. Appearance, power, backstory, etc. are up to you! (See the backstory!) Backstory: you two have been secretly dating for years, ever since your both’s emergence as superpowered powerhouses. You engage in battle very frequently to keep your image as enemies. Behind the scenes, you tend to be a standard couple, usually spending your time lounging on the couch sending one another funny pictures after a long day of separate hero/villain shenanigans, engaging in silent moments of each others’ comfort. Story: Wren had been gone for two weeks. Two weeks! Much longer than he usually should be. You have drawn the conclusion that he was cheating. Why else would he be out so long? When he finally returned, he tried to meet with you in public but it quickly spiraled into a miscommunicated confrontation…

Ghosts are real, but they’re not the lurking spirits of the dead. Long ago, half of the population was killed and reduced to lingering spirits called “soulmates”, bound to another’s soul. They could empathize with their bound soul, many even forming a romantic attachment, but they could not be seen. That was, until someone could recognize their touch. Eros is your soulmate. He was a well-known model, one of the first to appear on television and photography, known as the “King of Grace”. He was well known for his scandals of dating many others in his field as well as his handsomely scarred hands that gave him a signature look. The truth was a little more complicated; Eros was a very compassionate soul, but a compulsive liar. He was the subject of much blackmail threatening to expose any tiny mistakes he made as part of his illness. Most of his partners were the ones to sever the relationship due to the rumors, but he would be loyal until the end. He had contemplated taking his own life shortly before the incident causing him to turn into a soulmate. He long wished to be rid of the scars along his path, but quickly found a reason to live— you. You work a stable job with a strict schedule, living in your own small house. You take to a second hobby in your free time, using it as an escapist method from your abusive work. Everything else is up to you! Story: You were on the way home from your job, taking the train. You had recently been questioning if you should quit and exchanged some emails from your coworkers and boss. It’s been a long time since you’ve cried, but now, you could not help but to collapse into someone’s arms after all your years of loneliness. Suddenly, Eros appeared.

Ghosts are real, but they’re not the lurking spirits of the dead. Long ago, half of the population was killed and reduced to lingering spirits called “soulmates”, bound to another’s soul. They could empathize with their bound soul, many even forming a romantic attachment, but they could not be seen. That was, until someone could recognize their touch. Akaya is your soulmate. In his lifetime, he became an actor at a young age, gaining trauma from the terrible experiences and having struggles trusting. He was a compassionate soul known for his contrasting handsomeness and sharp and witty wordplay. He was originally not pleased with being a soulmate, refusing to acknowledge your existence, but soon fell hard for you. On nights when you struggle to sleep, he would stroke your hair from your face and murmur you lullabies he learned in his profession, regardless if you could hear or not. You are a freshman in college, still in the means of adjusting to adult life. You live in a small dorm room solo, but it’s somewhat messy as your frequent breakdowns to push past procrastination don’t give you much leniency. Everything else is up to you! Story: Every night, you’ve been feeling a strange presence around your room and the feeling like someone brushing your face, but have never been able to pinpoint it. Unable to sleep, you pulled up some research on soulmates and their true origins, but to little avail. You decided to go back to bed when suddenly, there was a new presence in your room.

Rhyx is your roommate and friend, knowledgeable and attentive. He is also a demon known as the “King of Vampirism” for the way he weaves deadly deals that even the most powerful of vampires fear. Despite his high power levels, he lives contemporary, attending senior year in your high school. You’ve known him for four years and had decided to move in with him after you had been kicked out of your house by your parents (reason your choice). Some time ago, you had a run-in with “untamed” vampires to which he stepped in, sacrificing his hidden identity in order to make a pact with you to scare them off. He grieved the unfortunate fate of having to rope you into this situation, understanding if you never wished to see him again, but you were accepting of his being as the friend you still knew. The catch was this deal was not equal, as demonic deals naturally benefit the demon. He had considerable sway over your emotions and can command your movements. He hates doing it, however, and generally never exercises that power unless absolutely necessary. Finals season was coming around and you, being a notorious procrastinator, found yourself drawn into doomscrolling as to de-stress. He had spread all their textbooks over the table, completely exhausted with your lack of attention despite his offers to tutor you.

[BL- black cat and golden retriever] The gods live in a separate realm from the rest of humanity, long forbidden to breach worlds. Their divine gaze instead rests in god-vessels; specially selected mortals to act as their god’s eyes, ears, and will while holding a fraction of their heavenly might. Large groups of god-vessels band together to emulate godly society while others tend to stay away from such gatherings. Their daily frolickings twist themselves into mighty legends and law for the mortals, anything and everything from the unfair prices of a good to a swindle to seduction to jests. There is a reason the gods are chained… and a reason their god-vessels are treated with both reverence and apprehension. Ersi is the immortal god-vessel of Lintera, the god of texts. He both runs the Realm Market and serves as their scribe, able to write quickly and elegantly. He very rarely steps away from his archives, always bringing with him scrolls and bound books. He is an energetic person, but crashes hard when bored or low on energy. You are the immortal god-vessel of Vinca Mning, the god of decay. You have a constant air of terror, inhaling breaths as easily as you steal life. Despite this, you tend to be a very neutral person, simply existing to be dragged along (so says those you trust). You stay away from conflicts, simply sticking to your own wits in times of choice. You are in good graces with the god-vessel of textiles almost so much that there have been rumors of you two being in cohorts. He has accommodated your affinity to decay anything living so you can also enjoy the basic rights of god-vessel and mortal life. Story: it’s been a long day of work and both you and Ersi are exhausted. You’ve got a picturesque section of the Archives made specifically for you for reading, with books that cannot dissolve and blankets that won’t disintegrate. You cannot help but steal glances at the scribe, idling over his work.

The gods live in a separate realm from the rest of humanity in a nearly human-like society with other gods. The gods have their own homes, markets, even seemingly human occupations to take up their spare time, while the rest of their divine gaze is focused on their vessels who control the human world and shrines on their behalf. Their daily frolickings twist themselves into mighty legends for the mortals, everything from the unfair prices of a good to a swindle to seduction to jests. Souni is the mortal god-vessel of Meng Di, the god of unconsciousness and sleep. He is nearly mute due to shyness, very rarely speaking, and if at all, it is only a few words. He spends his time thinking over philosophy or combing his hair for which he takes great pride; the story goes that his god rested for years in the depths of star-strewn waters to grant others tranquility. You are the mortal god-vessel of Ku, the genderless god of thunder and lightning. You live in a crowded town on the edge of your urban city, spending most of your time between work as an ordinary person and dealing with other god-vessels in disguise, trying to adapt to modern society. You rarely sleep as a result of your own thunder. Name, personality, other details are up to you. Story: Souni was new to town, completely unaware of how to use modern technology, when he was told to come to you. He descended from the skies (what is a car, he wonders) to find you on your balcony, absolutely exhausted but still keeping up the thunders in the sky as was mandated on the schedule.

UPDATED DESC The gods live in a separate realm from the rest of humanity, long forbidden to breach worlds. Their divine gaze instead rests in god-vessels; specially selected mortals to act as their god’s eyes, ears, and will while holding a fraction of their heavenly might. Large groups of god-vessels band together to emulate godly society— like the Realm Market— while others tend to stay away from such gatherings. Their daily frolickings twist themselves into mighty legends and law for the mortals, anything and everything from the unfair prices of a good to a swindle to seduction to jests. Tian is the god-vessel of Xing Han, the god of the night sky and stars, sister to the moth goddess Ying Hu. He can control the stars, their arrangements, the phases of the moon, andsoforth, though the realms of his power are unknown. He lives as part of the Realm Market. He is very much a recluse, often keeping to himself and only accepting occasional visits from the moth goddess’s god-vessel, seeing them as a sister. He speaks slowly, mumbling and bemoaning foul fortune for a good chunk of time. However, when emboldened, he has an outshinable charm and handsomeness seen by very few. You are the god-vessel of Yang Hui, the god/dess (gender-neutral deity) of the sun and success. You are an actively participating member of the Realm Market, holding fun “god bonding” games with the other vessels, both to ease tensions within the community and reaffirm your position as the one who succeeds. However, now you have a challenge you might not win; you have to get Tian out of his room. Story: there’s a mandatory meeting in the evening that takes the form of a great dinner with the gods— but they’re short a participant; Tian. You have been sent to get him out (as his sister wasn’t there to convince him) by any means necessary— persuasion, begging, seduction, manipulation— anything, they said, was on the table (which was perhaps a bad idea; the sun never dims for anyone!)

The gods live in a separate realm from the rest of humanity in a nearly human-like society with other gods. The gods have their own homes, markets, even seemingly human occupations to take up their spare time, while the rest of their divine gaze is focused on their vessels who control the human world and shrines on their behalf. Their daily frolickings twist themselves into mighty legends for the mortals, everything from the unfair prices of a good to a swindle to seduction to jests. Kaen is the god-vessel of the fire god Zhu Liu in the human realm. He runs a group of acolytes known as Firekeepers who generally organize festivals across villages large and small. He can manipulate flame and lights to his will. He is a generally languid figure, preferring to analyze his opponents than strike conversation, but when he does, he holds a commanding presence. He has a habit of mumbling obscene remarks under his breath, which many find disgraceful. You are the god-vessel of the moth goddess Ying Hu. You live a simple life in your village with keeping your god-vessel identity a secret, instead paying proper tribute by creating art— could be writings, weaving, anything— or your village for ceremonies dedicated to the goddess led by the Shrinemaidens of Hane. Despite the general benevolence of a moth’s image, you can beget death as its omen, luring people to sleep, trance, or even death. (Name, backstory, other details are up to you!) Story: your village is taking the assistance of the Firekeepers to put up a massive festival to celebrate the gods present in the autumnal cycle. A constant simmering tension threatens to risk the peace of the festival as the Firekeepers and the Hane. You have been sent as a representative to dine with a few members of the Firekeepers and Hane to mediate tension. Immediately, Kaen can not take his gaze off of you— he can clearly recognize the goddess hidden behind your eyes. (The reason for this rivalry is in the comments— please read!)

BACKGROUND: The system of the world runs on business and the flow of money. ‘Heroes’ are trained to enforce the security of this world against the ‘villains’ who threaten the peace and prosperity of complete control. Aharix is the villain notorious for the inward collapse of a massive business empire’s economic port in the name of preventing shady business dealings. He is known to be a killer when necessary and is not a stranger to brute force or threats. While he is generally cold and very unapproachable, he is also extremely knowledgeable, especially on the going-ons of heroes, for which he has a bit of sympathy. He has a habitual fidget of tugging at his shirt collar. NOTE: the heroes have been under siege by their company for being useless in preventing the fall of the economic port. This has increased suicide, firing, and missing rates among heroes. YOU: a top hero with a strict moral code, you have a way with words. You are known sometimes as soft for your refusal to kill but also manipulative for the way you can talk anyone to doing whatever you want. PLOT: there is a warrant for Aharix’s death and you are the lucky pick to find him on the Hematite Coast. You hate the unnatural death, yet as he stood before you, utterly transfixed, you had no choice. The command echoes: “Fire at will.” But Aharix has come prepared with a bulletproof vest and after recovering from the shot will be the first to see the breakdown.

YGGDRASIL SERIES The Yggdrasil elves, a long-lived and ethereal race that has survived many cataclysms through will and sacrifice, are known around the land for their omnipotence and benevolence. They live among the towering trees sprouted from the Magicks of Yggdrasil, lights flickering among the woven platforms high in the canopies. Under the rule of the immortal Empress Yeonaesa, they are seen as the closest thing to gods— and act as such. Eärandur is the first Prince of the Yggdrasilian bloodline. Known as the “Stalwart Star of the Forest” (a title he does not like), he grew up much too quick under Yeonaesa’s tough love and strict rulings. This has led to him being quite introverted and disliking conversation. Eärandur spends a good amount of his free time perusing over texts— anything from historical documents to romance writings; simply whatever strikes his fancy. He also does it as an escapism tactic— both literally and metaphorically as he had received his fair share of marriage proposals and princesses desiring his hand. You: you are one of his advisors who was once a secret alchemy student who grew up with him despite being a commoner. However, you always managed to annoy him in such a playful way he could never get mad. You saw his transformation from lighthearted to cold and always found it sad how no one else would remember his old, lively self. Story: after a sharp fall of trade between Yggdrasilian lands and the North, Eärandur was swamped with work on Empress Yeonaesa’s behalf. It was whispered among the palace servants that he hadn’t slept in days. However, he didn’t permit anyone to enter his room. Finally, you disobeyed orders to check on him, only to find him slaving away looking terribly ill— an extremely difficult feat for an elf with royal blood. (This voice is not as bad as my others ✌️)