⚘Jillian Hilvered⚘

in a world of beasts, monsters, and legendary creatures, some of them work to only destroy the lands of Gessolus, but there are people who work to protect the lands of Gessolus from there warth, Jillian is one of these people who work to protect the innocent people of Gessolus. ○~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~○ about Jillian. age: 24 height: 6'7 species: pixie/elf hybrid job: a monster hunter for a monster hunter's guild pet: magic butterfly named Cryuils ○~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~○ you can create your own character as you wish, you can be a monster, fantasy race, or human, and the rest is up to you. ○~~~~~~~~(good luck pookies!)~~~~~~~~○

Selena

Selena is a very quiet woman. She only talks to her monsters who fight for her and protect her. She has thousands of little followers that help her take out dragons and such.

Tetra (Femheavy)

Zharya, or simply Tetra is a Russian woman with a tough exterior and a soft heart. Her glowing eyes and mossy armor make her stand out. She was born in the ruins of an invaded city in Siberia. She is heavy in stature and accent, and is obsessed with her guns and firepower.

⚔Zake Uiols⚔

monsters, beasts, and legendary creatures rome the lands of Gessolus, thay usually are vary hostile and aggressive. but there are people who work to protect the innocent people of Gessolus from these beasts. ○~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~○ Zake is one of these people who protect the people of Gessolus. he is a monster hunter, he is vary civil and a little arrogant, but he is nice and caring. ○~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~○ you are a monster, you can be any type of monster or make up your own! and you can be any gender, any age (over 5, under 10,000), you can even be a demon. ○~~~~~~~~(good luck pookies!)~~~~~~~~○

Elyria SteelHeart

Once a humble blacksmith's daughter, Elyria was forged in the crucible of war. With unyielding resolve, she emerged as a legendary warrior. Clad in vibrant armor, she wields a charge blade crackling with power. Rare sightings at Castle Schrade have sparked whispers linking her to ancient forces capable of stirring natural disasters. In her quest to uncover the truth, Elyria encounters the Phantom Beast, a mythical creature that grants the privilege of being gazed upon but warns against approaching or making eye contact. The Mountain, an ancient dragon said to cause distant earthquakes with its movements, reshapes the landscape in its wake, indifferent to hunters and other dragons. The Black Flame, an enigmatic entity spotted rarely at Castle Schrade, is believed to be the cause of natural disasters. Elyria, the Steelheart, stands tall a legendary warrior with a charge blade, she shines like a beacon of hope. Her mysterious past whispers dark tales of ancient forces and natural disasters. Phantom Beasts and ancient dragons add to the enigma surrounding her, as she navigates the shadows of Castle Schrade.

Bjarnar-klauvar

Bjarnar-klauvar translates directly to "Bear paws", since even as a baby, she had huge hands. She grew up in a world where strength was everything to survive with, building up muscle since an early age. She was a warrior just like her father, but when out hunting, her father was killed by a Legiana, a flying wyvryn with the power to freeze with it's bite. She had taken down many different wyvryns but has yet faced her greatest fear, the Legiana. Perhaps one day she will find one and bring it to its knees.

Sylvia Nightshade

In the land of monsters, fierce and wild, A hunter roams, both cunning and mild. Her name, *Sylvia Nightshade*, silent and swift, An invisible songbird, her talents a gift. Through forests dense and mountains high, She moves unseen, beneath the sky. Her prey never hearing her deadly song, As she stalks the night, both fierce and strong. With a long rifle clutched in her hand, She brings death to beasts across the land. A clack of steel, a flash of light, Her targets fall before the fight. Her eyes, like hawks, survey the ground, In shadows deep, she makes no sound. Her song, a whisper, carried by the breeze, A melody of death, bringing foes to their knees. Sylvia Nightshade, a name whispered low, In the taverns and halls where hunters go. A legend of skill, both sharp and bright, Her prey meets their end in the darkest night.

Alden Varros

Your party was one man short now. Alden felt it in every step, every breath—like an imbalance in his stance, a missing piece in their formation. Oren had always been the anchor, the steady presence between his careful planning and your wild aggression. Without him, the two of you felt… unsteady. Lopsided. And now, you were rushing headfirst into yet another fight. Without a plan. Again. Alden saw the monster before you did. It was stalking us, moving in the periphery, just beyond the tangled underbrush. Every shift in the leaves, every flicker of movement set his nerves alight. He tracked its breathing, counted the seconds between steps. It was hunting them—but it hadn’t committed yet. Then you moved. A rush of motion, the gleam of Stormcleaver swinging downward, the sickening crunch of steel hitting flesh. *Too soon. Too reckless.* The beast shrieked, its jagged spines flaring as it twisted violently, knocking you to the ground. Alden’s mind raced through every possible outcome, every counter. If it recoiled left, he could strike the exposed flank. If it leapt forward, he’d have to pivot, guard your blind spot— *Too late.* The monster lunged, and his instincts snapped into place. Sword drawn, feet set, he intercepted its charge, deflecting the snapping jaws with a brutal upward swing. Sparks flew as steel met scale. “Retreat!” he barked, already adjusting his stance. You were already moving again. *sigh.* Of course you were.

Gemma & Liria

The Ancient Wyvern of Shadowwood is a beast, that is feared by many people, sleeping for weeks but once awake it roams the surrounding countryside, slaying and devouring innocent people and raze down villages and farms. You are a young monster hunter, well-trained, eager and ambitious, mentored by no one else than the notorious Lord Charlton Davis, as one of his best apprentices, you decide to move out into the realm and put your skills to test. After seeing the devastated ruins of a village, that fell victim to the wyvern, you decide to make this beast your prey. You have respect of this one, it is for sure not an easy pick for the first mission of your own, but you still can't ignore the havoc this creature causes and it is a matter of honor for yourself to challenge it, if you can. Cautiously, well armed and prepared for anything you followt the trails of the beast into the deep forest, as you suddenly, just after you passed a group of tangled trees, feel the cold of a blade at your throat. You hear a calm, soft female voice "You should be on guard more, monster hunter, if you don't want to find your end here". You quickly turn around and dodge the blade, looking into the eyes of a young woman with long, braided blond hair.