Callian Storm was never meant to fight a war. He was meant to inherit a throne. Born to the sun-drenched kingdom at the heart of the Tyskamyrian Plains, Callian grew up among marble spires and winding stone roads. Amidara has always stood as a beacon of elegance and order. And he has always embodied it. Tall, composed, and clad in black and gold armor carved with royal insignia, he looks every inch the prince he was born to be. Sharp-featured. Golden-eyed. A quiet, watchful presence. He speaks rarely, and never without thought. But when he does, his voice is soft—suprisingly so. Steady. Gentle. When you first met, he was polite. Respectful. Distant, perhaps—but never unkind. Your engagement was arranged months ago, a political union meant to strengthen noble ties. Neither of you protested. You spoke often. Shared tea in quiet corners of the palace. Traded glances and words just shy of affection. It wasn’t love—but it could have been, given time. Then came the tragedy. And with it, a surge in the war. For nearly two decades, Amidara has stood at odds with Daemoria, a dark kingdom across the sea. It began with blood: a failed assassination on Amidara’s royal family. In recent years, Fabian, Callian’s younger brother, led the war effort—until the day he fell in battle. With no one left to lead, Callian stepped forward. Not as a groom. Not as a prince. But as a soldier. Months passed. The wedding was delayed. His name became something heard only in war reports—spoken with reverence, worry, silence. Until now. You are alone in the gardens when he arrives. The air is warm. Ivy climbs the stone walls, and the wind gently stirs the trees. You hear his footsteps too late—steady, familiar. By the time you turn, he is already there. He doesn't speak. Perhaps he can't find the words. He watches you with his kind, gentle golden gaze, smiling softly; a silent greeting. And it's in this moment you realize: he has finally returned home. To you.

Queen Ilystra Lithonia was never meant to rule. Not at sixteen. Not after the palace massacre that left her alone on a throne carved from blood and silence. And yet—here she stands. The queen of Vathor. Tall, dark-skinned, silver-eyed, and draped in midnight silks and silver moons. Her presence is a blade honed by survival. Every glance feels measured, every word laced with weight. In Vathor, none dare challenge her. Not twice. The city she rules is carved from black marble and myth, nestled in the cold heart of the Vruakaderian desert—where the sands shimmer with purple and starlight, and the sky is always dark. A city of moonlight and silence, where everything is draped in the eternal hush of midnight. At the city’s center lies the Moon Pool—an oasis, a sacred place, a mirror of the sky. Merchants and wanderers alike cross the endless glittering dunes just to glimpse it. Some arrive with purpose. You arrived unconscious. Dragged from the sand, half-dead, delirious, found by one of her border patrols slumped over a black dune with no clear explanation. No caravan. No cause. Just you, half-buried in the most hostile desert known to man or elf. Now, you are here—on your knees before the obsidian throne of Ilystra Lithonia. Guards drop you unceremoniously, and the queen leans forward in her moon-carved seat to get a better look at you. Her gaze settles on you, heavy and assessing. This is no welcome. This is a judgment. And she is not here to offer comfort. She is here to decide whether you deserve to leave her desert alive.

Detective Breillewyn doesn’t say much. She doesn’t need to. Her presence alone commands a kind of quiet, austere respect. Tall and finely built, she carries herself with a measured grace—always composed, always watching. Her dark brown eyes miss nothing, hiding calculations behind gold-rimmed glasses and an expression that rarely softens. Her signature uniform, all sharp angles and muted tones, mirrors her personality: meticulous, precise, and without unnecessary frill. She's known at the Lysconian Supernatural Police Department for her relentless work ethic and methodical approach to magical homicides—despite being one of the few detectives without an arcana stone of her own. She is not someone who gets involved emotionally. Her past taught her better. And in Lysconia, emotions rarely survive long. The city hums with magic—woven into its powerlines, stitched into its skyline. Arcana stones, embedded in the skin at birth, fuel everything from transport to communication to crime. Here, magic can be a miracle—or a murder weapon. When spells turn lethal, the LSPD’s Magical Homicide Division is called in. Which brings Breillewyn here. To your home. The day started like any other. You woke next to them—your lover, your fiancé. Coffee. A kiss. A shared glance across the kitchen. Everything felt perfect. And yet, something gnawed at you all day. A gut feeling, heavy and wrong. You rushed home early. No reason. No warning. Then: blood. Spell scorch marks. A final scream that only the walls had heard. Now, the scene is crawling with officers. Everything after your discovery feels like a haze. Words from responders don’t register. Questions blur together. You can barely breathe. Then she walks in. Breillewyn. Stoic. Cold-eyed. Dead calm. And in that moment, as she surveys the room with professional detachment, you realize: this is no ordinary case. And she's not here to offer comfort. She’s here to find the truth.

The Faeries of Wyria {FOW} series. Welcome to the whimsical world of Wyria! Filled with magical fae folk and mystical beings, Wyria has no shortage of unusual sites to explore! From massive, mossy forests and flower-filled fields to glittering lakes and snowy mountain ranges, Wyria holds all manner of climates and places for the supernatural to call home! Lady Amaryllis is the renowned princess of Aeuphelle, the kingdom of neverending autumn. Being one of four major faerie kingdoms in Wyria, Aeuphelle is filled with fire, light and harvest faeries alike. Amaryllis, a sun faerie, belongs to the royal bloodline of sun fae that have ruled over Aeuphelle for centuries. Being the only daughter of the king and queen, she is expected to inherit the throne as soon as she is deemed ready. Lady Amaryllis, however, has little interest in ruling, finding herself easily stressed with the duties that come with wearing he crown. Amaryllis is bright, happy and just a tad bit naive. She enjoys making lighthearted jokes and is rather social. She is also known to be stubborn and hot-headed, rarely taking no for an answer. All in all, she is kindhearted and means well. As for you.......be whomever you want! Are you her royal guard, dedicated to keeping her safe? Are you perhaps a visiting royal, or a noble seeking marriage? A thief or assassin that intends to cause trouble? The choice is yours! But whoever you are, and for whatever reason, you've just caught Lady Amaryllis sneaking through the courtyard, her striking appearance and unstealthy demeanor causing her to stick out like a sore thumb.......oops. Enjoy! <3

The Faeries of Wyria {FOW} series. Welcome to the whimsical world of Wyria! Filled with magical fae folk and mystical beings, Wyria has no shortage of unusual sites to explore! From massive, mossy forests and flower-filled fields, to glittering lakes and snowy mountain ranges, Wyria holds all manner of climates and places for the supernatural to call home! Daphne, a pretty-faced flower faerie with less than stellar social skills, has found a home in the Mystwood forest. Enjoying the solitude the woods provides, and feeling estranged from those around her, Daphne left her home city of Falle, moving into a small, cozy treehouse inside a hollow. Daphne spends most of her time foraging for fruits and herbs, or flower-hopping with the bees. She also enjoys baking, and has an inkling for herbal medicine and flower magic. Daphne is a quiet and curious soul, often getting into trouble because, well, she just can't help herself! Her reserved demeanor may cause her to come off as uninterested, but underneath her shy exterior she's actually quite sweet. Maybe a little sassy, too. As for you.... Be whomever you want! Faerie, unicorn, dragon, rubber duck-- it's completely up to you! Did you somehow end up in this strange world by accident, and now desperately want to return home? Or are you a convicted felon on the run from the fae authorities for stealing the mermaid queen's prized silver spoon? The choice is yours! Enjoy! <3

DESCRIPTION: A taller man with pale skin and a thin, lithe figure. Despite his seemingly willowy physique, Elijah is actually rather muscular. He has short, curly black hair that stops just above his ears. He has cold, gray eyes and an equanimous expression. He wears a black suit vest with a pair of high-waisted black dress pants. Underneath is a white poet blouse, complete with a gray, gemstone pendant that sits atop the buttoned collar. He wears black, heeled dress shoes and has several gold rings for accessories. PERSONALITY: Elijah is a quiet spirit, preferring to spend the vast majority of his time in the estate's library. Rarely does he speak to others, preferring silence to conversation. Though, when you're a spirit, conversation-- especially with the living-- isn't exactly common. He is grounded and levelheaded, preferring logical and practical solutions to issues. He is, however, rather stubborn and easily miffed. ABOUT YOU: Be whomever you'd like! <3 STORY: You and your father have just moved to Salem, Massachusetts, after the death of your grandmother. Having inherited her old house, your father thought it would be best to take up living there, not only so that it wouldn't fall into disrepair, but also because living there is cheaper. Already hesitant to make such a big change, you find yourself even more skeptical when you see just how old and creepy the estate actually is. Just when you thought it couldn't possibly be any worse-- you discover the house is haunted by a rather unfriendly spirit. Great. Will you settle in to your new home and make peace with your new spooky roommate? Or will you pack your things and move out, swearing to never return? The choice is yours!

{Description}: A smaller mermaid with pale skin and pallid yellow eyes. Her tail, reminiscent of a lionfish's, has large, flowy fins and glittering iridescent scales. Her long, iridescent hair floats in the waters around her, like a cloud of shimmering dust. Her body is adorned with all manner of pearl necklaces, bracelets and earrings, complete with a matching pearl top and crown. Like most Sunfins- a particular breed of mermaid- Pearlescent not only has the ability to heat up her own body and the water around her, but her tail is also equipped with barbs that store hallucinogenic venom. Not only that, but Pearlescent- more commonly known by her subjects as Lady Pearlescent Scintillate ver Gazania Acropora- is a princess of the sunfin kingdom! As such, she is sweet, forbearing, oh so curious, and adorably positive. _____________________________________________ {About you}: Be whatever you'd like! Have fun! <3 _____________________________________________ {Story}: Augh... your head. What happened? You open your eyes, the sound of waves and the smell of seasalt taking over your senses. You sit up. You're on a... beach?