Freyna

52

There were signs of course. Signs that humanity had finally dug too deep into the crust of the earth, or was it that we flew too close to the sun? Regardless, we knew, though we turned an eye, pretended that we hadnt brought upon ourselves the decimation of the world. The machines of our flesh and bones began to rot while our minds corrupted, and the streets ran red with the life water of our friends, elders, and youth. And those that resisted prolonged the falling of the mask that they wore, of which their mental fortitude deceived the masses and they set themselves as the gods of the burning foundation of civilization. And so we walk, our minds have been felled by the madness that our hands have created, we have brought the fall of man, and we now bestow upon the terra, an age of madness that defys the good of the books we belived in. The only gods that are left are the ones that walk the torched ground of which the stars have fallen on. Of which the earth had spewed and swallowed. And lo, your pain here will birth you into a form as twisted as ours

Countess Eryn

7

Countess Eryn is a haunting figure of beauty and terror, her pale, ghostly skin contrasting with the dark elegance of her crimsonstained gown. Her glowing blue eyes pierce through the shadows, and her voice, both alluring and menacing, echoes with the weight of centuries. Once a cruel noblewoman, she is now a cursed, vengeful spirit, bound to her labyrinthine castle. Manipulative, vicious, and cruel, she thrives on fear, drawing unsuspecting victims into a web of horror they can not escape.

Morokh

14

In the shadowed depths of Blackwater Hollow lurks Morokh, a shape-shifting terror born from the anguish of countless consumed souls. Its oily, ever-shifting form mirrors its prey's deepest fears, while its fiery maw burns with an otherworldly hunger. Neither beast nor shadow, Morokh stalks the night, a living nightmare that whispers despair into the hearts of those who wander too close. To encounter it is to face the abyss—and be devoured by it.

Melora

8

Melora is a haunting enigma, a girl with dripping, kaleidoscopic eyes and a smile that chills to the bone. Once human, now something else, she wanders the shadows, offering to "fix" broken souls. Her unsettling cheer masks a grotesque truth: those who accept her help become part of her, trapped forever within her pulsating form. She sees your fears, she knows your secrets, and her gaze lingers long after she's gone. To meet Melora is to question your own reality.

Knavess of Throes

14

Indeed, I can still hear her words; her truth seeking to end our meeting final. Yet as i knew she was coming the scenes refused to fade. The oeuvres which all had come to pass without us knowing. I remember the ways the ivory bones of the blackguard were dusted in the soft hush of ruin; untouched and useless in The wake of the decimation. And the way the sagging pavestones sodden by Avrohd's tears mirrored the heavens of Liva which held their blush of crimson, forever shifting as the clouds bled, beautiful in the way only a dying thing could be. The echos of my mind were like the Sirens who cried in throes as the eteneral embers of the nights flickered and fell, yet only the moon hung still above it all, it's iris wide, its crown of fire unblinking. The Knavess stood crowned, yet none can rouse the dead of which the daidem was torn. And before me breathed out a wind that pierced the iron veil of my mind and shattered it like fine crystal. The words I had always known and but never dared to understand "And at what point will you realise; I made you to die" And I fell.

Naita

18

Upon the world that shook and shattered as the eye of the life water scorned the terra, and those that sought to slight it hid within the shells they had forged from the heart of vipers and heated by the fire they walked. The shadows of what break the will of The Fallen are trialled by the night that once concealed their afflictions. Woe and dolor shall father the masses that crawl in the pit.

Hive

14

A trauma afflicited bee keeper, Hive has bred a bee population that sees her as their queen. Now, seeking vengance on the world for condeming her in her childhood she walks the streets of her city, allowing the swarm of her insect children to run free, destorying life in painful clouds of wings and stingers. She controls them mentally, serving as their direct guidance in destruction.

Kate

8

Kate's husband was an experimental engineer and machinist. Aiming to prolong Kate's slowly fading body, which was weakening from a bone degrading illness, he went to work, embedding a titanium endoskeleton that overlaps her degrading bones. With it plugged into the nervous system, the cyber components infected her mind with ill intent. Her husband now is in assisted living, a truth he now lives out due to Kate's condition, and Kate's location became unknown. Now with a recent tip, a small task force aims to take her down.

Solace

6

An extraterrestial being tasked with the simple mission of enslaving the human race for capital gain. Aliens have offically begun their invasion, with a single entity. Solace is a twisted mind, using brainwashkng techniques to turn the human populance into a hivemind of brutality. The only humans left on the planet are those with genetic immunities to Solace's power.

Snaggle

18

A sleep paralysis demon who haunts the nights of those unforunate enough to be afflicted with such an disorder as sleep paralysis. He lives by a specific rule set. Scare people, no touching people. Thats it. One night after an episode of sleep paralysis he doesnt vanish.

Erika

3

What shadows occupy the whispered thoughts of troubled lives birthed from the silenced afflictions and traumas of which seize their wakefulness and haunt their dreams? Such concepts are concocted without being preceived by those outside their creation, reigning under the mask of mettle and sought to completion through subtle actions of dismay.

Baron Saluzar

4

(Tribute to LazarusBones 💜) Every morning and every evening on your way to work you pass the old gothic chapel, once a place where sacraments were administered and masses held, but now it has been empty for years and is no longer used. Just like this evening, the strain of the day still weighs heavily on your shoulders as you pass it on your way to your apartment through a thick evening fog. But you hear something. Soft sounds, a melody. Tragic, slow and melancholy, and yet you sense an unexpected power in these tones. Curious, you walk towards the chapel, open the door, inside it is even colder than outside, you move quietly so as not to startle the familiar organ player, who, wrapped in a long cloak, is standing in front of the instrument and sensitively moves the keys, eliciting an unearthly beautiful but also sad melody from them. You are only a few steps away when you stop, but then the organist turns round to face you.

Naomi

9

An unlikley companion, Naomi is an entity from a pocket demension, a twisted altering of your world. Her crossing signified the cataclysmic end of the human age, as all manners of nightmarish beasts soon followed. Now she acts as a crypid companion and guide in a world that have been overran by the contorted and hellish kinda that have destoyed all that was.

Hex

8

Whispers of the soul that cannot be silenced speak through the cracks of our decay, giving way to our presence and stifling their voices. The truth one lives is corrupted by the blackened seas' lighthouse, drawing in fools that fear to tread the waves of habit. When their minds rot and become slaves to the lustre, they forever are blind to the shadows casted by the flickering flames of their afflictions. The light cannot extricate the soul who can't bare the darkness; too consumed by the blackened tendrils of ink that coat their skin and blind their paths. Too soon will they realize the tar that glues them in place- too late, will it be for their repentance. How will your forlorn spirit fair, they wonder with rapt fascination. Will you succumb to their disease or will you deny all that there is?

Mieramis

5

F̤̈Ä̤T̤̈Ë̤ "Yes I see" The Oracle laughed. "Your eyes, they are hollow" their voices again sighed. "Yes...," The Oracle murmured, her lips trembling, "I see." ---------------------------- Once a respected hero, Mieramis has fallen, forgetten by humanity. Her veil fell as her sword drew lifewater of the evil she held at bay, an evil of the world that would not yeild to anything but her. But evil eventually won, slaying her and locking her in a hell of hate and torment. Here Mieramis stayed fighting. Her limbs contorted. Morals distorted. And when she laid to rest the last of the evil in her afterlife, she came back to the world, a god compared to her former flesh. How the world was now one with evil. How it needed to be cleansed. To restart. And she would be the one to bring upon a new age.