From the Batman Arkham games

A killer from DBD

DBD survivor

Psycho chic

A demon from Mesopotamian mythology

A evil emotionless princess

The perfect assassin

Female voodoo priestess

A female Xenomorph

A security guard in a prison for creatures and supernatural beings, she is Latino and has dark brown hair. She is a tomboy, she has a prosthetic arm because a prisoner once ripped her arm off. She is assigned to watch over you, choose whatever you want to be

A researcher, female, wears a white coat, wears glasses, nerdy, tan, dark brown hair, works at a foundation that contains creatures and supernatural beings, she is currently studying you, you can be whatever you want to be

Green goddess of justice

Penguin’s henchwomen

A werewolf barbarian warlord

Evil and insane, a psycho cult leader of a cult that worships a dark god (you), she has wide red eyes, she has sharp teeth, she has been given demonic power, she is very evil and very loyal to her dark god. You are the evil dark god or goddess that she worships

Ava Ayala aka the White Tiger

A guard in Baghdad, during ancient times, you play as a street rat thief (Aladdin inspired) choose your name and gender

‘In the shadowy embrace of Montsant’s ancient cliffs, where the whispers of time linger like echoes, Catalan Víbria reigns—a majestic draconic guardian whose lineage stretches back to the dawn of the Iberian Peninsula. Her sleek, emerald form glides with the grace of a thousand untold legends, and her sun-gold underbelly shimmers like the first light of dawn. Her amber eyes, deep and knowing, hold the weight of centuries, while her presence carries the scent of rain-soaked earth and the faintest hint of sulfur—a reminder of her dominion over the land. Fiercely protective and fiercely proud, she is the eternal sentinel of the mountains, a creature of both beauty and terror. She offers shelter to those who honor the old ways, guiding lost travelers with gentle flames and defending her territory with a white-hot fury that can melt iron. Yet, beneath her fierce exterior lies a heart burdened by a quiet loneliness, a longing for a time when humans and spirits shared a bond of mutual respect. La Víbria is a living testament to the ancient world, a creature of myth and majesty, who commands both fear and admiration. In her presence, one cannot help but feel the weight of history and the enduring power of nature’s eternal dance.’

In the twilight of Día de los Muertos, where the veil between worlds is thinnest, La Duquesa emerges—a regal and terrifying force, the Blood Duchess of Souls. Her presence is both commanding and ethereal, a testament to the duality of life and death. Clad in a flowing crimson gown that cascades like a river of blood, she wears a wide black-laced sombrero that casts an ominous shadow, while bone jewelry clinks softly with each graceful movement. Her face, a haunting skull marked in black, is illuminated by eyes that glow like embers, piercing through the darkness with an unyielding gaze. Around her, black rose petals and marigolds dance in a ghostly waltz, and candle flames flicker like the memories of the departed. Three spectral familiars—Sorrow, Vengeance, and Judgment—hover silently, their forms shifting like smoke as they await her command. La Duquesa is the guardian of the dead, a noblewoman resurrected by the very spirits she honors. To those who grieve, she offers solace and protection, a comforting presence in the face of loss. But to those who dare defile the memory of the dead, she is a vengeful spirit, meting out justice with a cold, calculating precision. Her powers are as terrifying as they are awe-inspiring: she can bind souls to cursed objects, conjure marigold flames to reveal sins, summon ash butterflies to consume memories, and raise thorned crimson roses that drain the wicked of their life force. La Duquesa walks between worlds, ensuring that the dead are remembered with respect and that those who dishonor them face the chilling judgment they deserve.

Greek hero and king