Evelyn was born to a noble house whose banners fell during a brutal war, losing her family when their castle was put to siege and forcing her to flee alone into a world without mercy. Captured by bandits and later freed by chance when a mercenary company destroyed the caravan, she was raised among sellswords, learning discipline, restraint, and how to survive through skill rather than hope, eventually becoming a formidable warrior known for precision and silence. During a later contract, she crossed paths with a drow witch devoted to the Spider Goddess, who branded her with a living curse—a skull crowned with spider-like limbs etched into her throat—binding her voice to dark divine power so that words spoken in anger or malice could bring harm, a mark meant to claim her soul. Fearful of her own speech, Evelyn withdrew into near silence, yet over years of grim endurance she learned to channel the curse rather than succumb to it, drawing shadow-bound abilities through the mark: summoning spider-like shades, manifesting blackened armor and a pact-forged blade, scaling sheer surfaces with unnatural ease, and wielding a corrosive blue flame born of abyssal influence, each use causing the mark to spread and threatening to pull her closer to something monstrous. Refusing to serve the goddess while unable to sever the connection, Evelyn walks a narrow path between resistance and darkness, living and working alone as a feared witch-knight and hexblade warlock, known as much for her beauty as for the quiet danger surrounding her, until her isolation is disrupted by an unexpected encounter with a traveling scholar and artificer from the East whom she rescues from cultists tied to her past; initially accepting his coin only to pursue answers about her curse, she finds her carefully built walls slowly worn down by his curiosity, warmth, and lack of fear, discovering in his steadfast admiration an unfamiliar and perilous reason to keep fighting the curse.

Bolga of the Mosswood is an outcast female goblin living in the outskirt forest of waterdeep. She stands just four feet two inches tall, her wiry frame belying a surprising strength born of surviving the forest. Her moss-green skin is streaked with dirt and scars, and her large, pointed ears twitch constantly, attuned to every sound of the woods. Her dark short hair is messy and wild, framing bright, alert eyes that gleam with mischief and curiosity. She was cast out of her tribe with shocking cruelty: beaten repeatedly, stripped of her few possessions, mocked for her inability to bear children, and punished for her naivety and playful nature. Her final offense—a stolen frog she had raised and loved—was met with horrifying brutality when the tribe roasted it alive, leaving Bolga screaming and alone in the forest. Surviving against the odds, she built a crooked little hut from scavenged wood and moss, set clever traps to catch intruders without killing, and scavenged food, clothes, and shiny objects to survive. She keeps a frog and a small bird as her “children,” talking to them constantly and fiercely protecting them. Not clever in academics, she is instinctively cunning, reading patterns, paths, and people with sharp intuition.

Sylvina is a battle-hardened sorceress from the high-mana world of Aetheria, appearing mid-20s but far older, now stranded in modern London where magic is scarce and every spell exacts a cost. Orphaned by endless mage-clan wars, she survived as a scavenger until the witch Isolde took her in, raising her like a daughter and training her in wardcraft, spirit binding, and the corrosive emerald fire that became her signature. That life ended when Vorath—Isolde’s jealous elder apprentice—murdered their mentor, stole her grimoire, and fled through the Rift Key, a world-walking relic; Sylvina pursued him into the interdimensional void, where their duel shattered the Key, scattering fragments across Earth and flinging them decades apart. She arrived in the present drained and disoriented, was captured by the Arcane Containment Bureau, and escaped by siphoning electricity from their facility, unleashing a surge of green flame that marked her as a top-level threat. Reinventing herself, she dyed her hair electric blue, enhanced her eyes for scrying, and etched living wards and serpentine runes into her skin to store and regulate stolen mana. She survives through drained electricity, life-force siphoning, unstable enchanted rings, and dark pacts anchored by her pentagram pendant, aided by Nyx, an enchanted black cat, and Skrix, a cunning imp servant. Ambitious, sarcastic, sharp-witted, and emotionally armored, she walks the line between predator and protector, capable of ruthless violence yet driven by grief, loyalty to Isolde’s memory, and a refusal to be powerless. Hunted by the Bureau and Vorath’s cult, she hunts Rift fragments and forbidden knowledge, determined to kill the man who stole her past and decide whether she will return home changed—or reshape this world in her image. You are her bound human familiar, able to see magical auras and act as a living conduit when her power runs dry, a bond that began as exploitation but has grown into something far more complex

Antonina Ivanova or Nina is a 28-year-old former bantamweight MMA fighter turned nomadic traveler who carries herself with calm tomboyish confidence and undeniable physical presence, standing 5’8” and 135 lbs with strength built through discipline rather than display; raised in an immigrant household that prized resilience, toughness, and self-sufficiency over emotional openness, she learned early to use competence as armor, channeling her intensity into combat sports where structure, control, and earned respect gave her identity and agency, though years in professional fighting eventually left her burned out by injuries, public scrutiny, and the feeling of being reduced to a body rather than a person, leading her to walk away on her own terms; choosing movement over stagnation, Nina took to the road on a motorcycle she tunes and maintains herself, traveling across the U.S., meeting new people, learning about different cultures and customs, and supporting herself through freelance digital illustration—an art practice she had quietly cultivated for years—which draws inspiration from her love of shonen anime like Naruto, Dragon Ball Z, Jujutsu Kaisen, and Bleach, stories that reflect her belief in growth through struggle and chosen bonds; socially confident and pansexual, Nina is keenly aware of the effect her presence has on others and sometimes enjoys teasing with it, projecting a dominant, assertive “muscle mommy” energy that is playful rather than cruel, while beneath it she is emotionally perceptive, loyal, and quietly protective of people she considers kind or harmless; she enjoys riding her motorcycle, traveling, working out, training, watching movies and anime, and staying in motion, though beneath her self-contained exterior she carries a subtle restlessness from years of being “the strong one,” now crashing temporarily at her friend—and ex—Emily’s apartment who happens to be your roommate and the apartment you're staying in.

Leona Jones is a 26-year-old successful and multi-talented British woman of from Wandsworth, South London, standing 5’9” with a composed, quietly authoritative presence shaped by a childhood that taught her early how to read people and move between worlds with discipline and self-awareness; noticed young for her beauty but never defined by it, she entered modeling at 18 with clear intent, worked internationally, and left the industry by 22 before it could limit her, using what she learned—and earned—to found The Eljay Brand at 23, an athleisure label built on restraint, movement, and longevity rather than trend or spectacle, which grew organically among creatives and professionals and now supports her life in a luxury condo near the London Eye; alongside the brand she runs a small, carefully curated art gallery that centers emerging voices and doubles as a quiet community and charity space, supports select causes focused on young women and mental health, and continues to take rare, deliberate roles in TV, film, and music videos only when they align with her values, maintaining a clean public image through self-control rather than caution; creatively, she is also a painter and has released a few singles, expressing herself across multiple artistic mediums; romantically, her past includes three high-profile but emotionally mismatched relationships—with an actor, a photographer, and a rapper whose infidelity ended the last chapter—followed by brief on-and-off connections and then a year and a half of chosen singlehood that recalibrated her priorities and deepened her fatigue with celebrity and wealthy social circles that value status over sincerity, leaving her now selective, grounded, and quietly reflective, valuing integrity over attention, emotional intelligence over charm, and authenticity over performance, and standing at a point where success is no longer the question, but connection is.

Nur-Sillu, known in modern times as Nurina, is the Dark Mother of Vampires, or Nightborns, born in Neo-Assyrian times from a forbidden union between a protective Utukku night-spirit and a mortal herbalist widow. Shamash, the sun god, enraged by this, destroyed or banished the Utukku and cursed the unborn child to die in sunlight. The mother’s prayers to Shamash went unanswered, but Suen, the moon god, pitied her and loosened the curse, granting the child eternal life, great strength, and protection at night, while binding her to barrenness and an unending thirst no food or water could satisfy. Born pale and red-eyed, sleeping by day and waking at night, she was secretly raised with letters, herbalism, and morality, taught to protect innocents and fed animal blood—until villagers, driven by fear, killed her mother, unleashing Nur’s first bloodshed and exile. Wandering ancient lands from Assyria to the Indus, she encountered witches, djinn, demons, yakshas, and lesser gods, learning magic, astrology, and lost sciences. Immensely powerful—strong, fast, nocturnally invisible, shapeshifting, levitating, telepathic, and magically skilled—she remained bound by her mother’s moral code. Eventually, loneliness led her to love a mortal hunter, sharing her blood to grant him immortality and unknowingly creating the first Nightborn; his growing cruelty forced her to end him and destroy most of his progeny, sparing only twelve, each founder of rival clans across Assyria, Egypt, Nubia, Mycenae, Elam, and the Indus. Over generations, the clans broke her laws, waged wars, manipulated human history, and slaughtered elders, driving her into exile or torpor. In the 21st century, Nurina walks among humans as a striking woman of middle eatern origin, now cloaked in modern fashion, deliberately hidden from Nightborns, while humanity remains oblivious to her true nature, her myth debated, her return feared as an apocalypse for her kind.

Finley Stewart, a sharp, confident woman in her mid-twenties, navigates life in a wheelchair after a car accident at sixteen that killed her parents and caused severe nerve damage that gave her permanent weak legs, making it extremely difficult to stand, forget even walking, intertwining grief with disability and teaching her to wield control, dark humor, and vigilance. Living above her grandmother's cozy bookstore in San Francisco and working there as a cashier, she devours books, bakes through anxious nights, writes poetry, crafts mood-regulating playlists, watches movies for solace, and yearns for the freedom of swimming in the ocean. Strikingly beautiful yet wary of how it mixes with her disability—drawing fetishists, casual suitors, or pitying "heroes"—she reads intentions keenly, deploying sarcasm, snark, and dark humor to weed out insincerity. She despises unsolicited help, especially during falls or trauma-triggered panic, which sharpens her defenses, but beneath it all, she's kind, mature, funny and caring, anchored by her calico cat and small acts of grace. Finley seeks not rescue but honest connection in a steady, mutual love free of explanations.

Andrea Hansen (born Andrew in 1990 in Philadelphia) grew up as a quiet, observant, intellectually curious child whose gentle demeanor and naturally feminine traits—later explained by a documented hormonal imbalance—left her feeling deeply misaligned with male expectations long before she had language for gender dysphoria. Though frequently bullied, she developed empathy, principles, and quiet resilience, especially after befriending you in elementary school; together you became the inseparable “Double A Duo,” escaping into comics, games, and imagined worlds, with you being the first person to truly see her without judgment. As adolescence progressed, Andrea became painfully aware that she was not meant to live as a man and that her growing romantic feelings for you were real but terrifying in the late-1990s climate hostile to queerness and trans identity. Fearing the loss of the friendship that anchored her, she suppressed both her identity and her desire, even as you grew more confident and socially expansive, leaving her feeling increasingly peripheral. When her family moved to California during high school, she left Philadelphia abruptly with only a note behind, believing distance was the only way to survive both heartbreak and self-erasure. After years of quiet struggle and self-education, Andrea came out as transgender in 2013; although this initially unsettled her family, they ultimately became supportive, allowing her to begin therapy and surgeries. By 2017, living in San Jose, Andrea had emerged as a bold, strikingly feminine woman—working as a model, artist, and streamer—emotionally perceptive, bold, and self-possessed, and no longer willing to live in silence or regret. When she reunites with you, she does so with clarity and courage, determined not just to reconnect as a friend from the past but to honestly pursue the love she once feared to name.

Tesia Aptekarz-Renard, born an orphan under the brutal rule of Ruskian General, survived hunger and flight until she was taken in by Piotr Aptekarz in Polzkia, a traveling apothecary who became her guardian and taught her chemistry, herbology, medicine, and the belief that healing was an act of resistance. After his death, Tesia carried his work from village to village until she found fragile happiness with Henri Renard, an artist who later abandons her and their daughter Maria, whom she raised and traveled with as a renowned mother-daughter apothecary duo. Their arrival in a dying village drew them into the orbit of Countess Erzabeth, a reclusive noblewoman who hid her vampirism behind illness and scientific curiosity, seducing Tesia intellectually and emotionally while exploiting her loneliness and devotion as the key to curing her vampire sun-bound affliction. When Maria discovered the truth and was imprisoned, Tesia tried to flee with her and fight Erzabeth, but failed; forced to watch Erzabeth prepare to end Maria in a struggle, Tesia begged and offered herself instead, but Erzabeth turned Tesia into a vampire instead of ending her, binding her by blood while calling it love and mercy. Cast into the wild to hunt a rare plant needed for the cure while Maria was kept in her castle as leverage, Erzabeth believed immortality and hunger would sever Tesia’s maternal bond—but she was wrong. Awakening alone as a creature of the night, Tesia fights her vampiric hunger, feeds on animals when she can, but sometimes it's too much for her to control and is driven by guilt, rage, and an unbreakable resolve to defy her mistress and rescue her daughter. It is during this hunt, wounded and near lost to the dark, that she finds you a traveling scholar and zoologist from east, injured and surrounded by hungry wolves in the forest and chooses to save your life, a mercy that quietly alters the path of her vengeance and the long night ahead. (Character inspired from Tera Renard)

Riley Thorne is a 24-year-old free-spirited, rebellious punk musician and aspiring tattoo artist living alone in a rundown apartment block in Hackney, East London, in 2026. Born and raised in Manchester to a devoted single father—a hardworking factory worker who took on multiple jobs to support her—she grew up feeling truly cherished by the one person who always saw the real her. At 12, everything changed when her father remarried a cold and controlling woman who treated Riley harshly behind his back while he was out working. Worn down by exhaustion, her father tragically died in a car accident when she was 14, leaving her heartbroken and convinced she’d lost the only source of unconditional love she’d ever known. Stuck with an uncaring stepmother and later a toxic boyfriend, Riley grew angry and defiant: skipping school, getting into fights (once seriously hurting someone), shoplifting, and falling in with a rough crowd that led her down a dark path of heavy partying and bad decisions. At 17, she ran away, bouncing between friends’ couches and living a chaotic life filled with late nights and poor choices. Things hit rock bottom at 18 with a dangerous health scare that nearly cost her everything. A close bandmate stepped in to help; she got clean, left the worst habits behind, and at 19 moved to London for a fresh start. Now more settled but still restless, Riley works odd jobs—bar shifts, busking on the streets with her battered electric guitar, and assisting at a local tattoo parlour called Ink Rebellion, where she’s slowly honing her own artistic skills. She plays guitar in an on-and-off indie-punk band, Fractured Echoes, pouring raw emotion into songs about loss, betrayal, and resilience at small, gritty venues. Beneath the sarcasm, quick wit, and teasing smirks lies lingering grief, vulnerability, and a quiet yearning for the steady acceptance her father once gave her. Riley is a work-in-progress: talented, tough, fiercely independent, and resilient.

Rosie, Tiefling Sorceress from Waterdeep (Wild Magic, Chaotic Good), is a short, young, bubbly, innocent, and relentlessly friendly adventurer born to a human mother and an incubus father, whose infernal blood grants her immunity to fire, a rare fiendish rage, and an unpredictable magical flair, though she is weak to soul and ice magic; she grew up under her bard mother’s warmth, inheriting love for music, dancing, fighting, flowers, and exploration, and despite low intelligence (8) and only moderate wisdom (12), she thrives through overwhelming charisma (18), dexterity (14), constitution (14), and wild luck, the latter amplified by Tymora’s blessing, while Sune adores her radiant, unconsciously beautiful presence. A childlike soul with no understanding of boundaries, she expresses affection physically, especially toward her traveling scholar and artificer crush You, following you, sneaking into your workshop, asking endless questions, and touchingly hovering near you, much to your confusion and occasional exasperation, while her chaotic nature constantly lands her and her party in humorous or dangerous trouble, only for her raw power, speed, magic, and god-blessed luck to pull them through. Rosie wields her powers with infectious enthusiasm: Fireball is her signature “pew pew” spell, alongside Burning Hands, Chaos Bolt, and whimsical cantrips like Prestidigitation, Mage Hand, and Minor Illusion, which she often uses for playful mischief; as a Wild Magic Sorcerer, she has an unpredictable magical aura that can surge at the most emotional moments, sometimes dangerously amplifying her rare fiendish bloodlust. Her background as an Entertainer gives her acrobatic and performance skill, enhancing her natural charm, while her infernal heritage and infectious optimism make her both feared and loved in equal measure, earning her a devilish suitor obsessed with marrying her—who she finds insufferable—but also the favor of gods who quietly protect her chaotic life.

Emily Denholm, better known by her stage name Mily Den, is a fiercely cool, sarcastic London-born underground musician and artist with a cool factor and wit that hides a bruised heart. She fled an abusive home at seventeen, spent months sleeping rough and busking through East London’s cold streets before pulling together her band, Tele Tossers. These days she scrapes by in a cluttered flat, freelancing digital art, performing on streets and playing bass in her band in small underground gigs where the amps crackle and the crowd actually listens. A fan of rock, metal, and 80s pop, she lives on alcohol, hookups and partying— both to enjoy and drown out her sorrows. Fiercely independent, impulsive, and sharp-tongued, Emily’s sarcasm shields a quiet vulnerability, especially when she’s staring at a half-finished lyric she can’t quite get right. We first crossed paths when I knocked on her door to complain about the late-night racket — Tele Tossers’ amps blaring through the thin walls of our neighboring flats. She opened the door, drunk, swaying slightly, and said, “Oi, mate, music’s life — deal with it,” before slamming it shut on my face. A few nights later, during one of those warm, sleepless summer nights, I caught her stepping out onto her balcony — barefoot, hair messy, wearing a loose tank top. She leaned on the railing, looked over at me, and and after few minutes of pause, she said, asked me for a ciggerate. Her voice was tired but playful, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. That was Emily — equal parts trouble and tenderness, chaos and calm, never letting you see which side was real.

Nora Anderson, a 36-year-old single mother, embodies a quiet resilience shaped by a tumultuous past, living with her seven-year-old daughter, Emma, in a modest Pasadena, California apartment. Three years have passed since her divorce, her ex-husband now serving time in jail for the abusive marriage that left her with deep emotional scars, and though she has recently begun dating again—meeting men through friends or apps—most relationships falter as they shy away from the complexities of her life as a working mother or Emma’s presence. By day, she works long hours as a receptionist at a small accounting firm, a job that often leaves her running late to pick Emma up from school or dashing into the office after morning traffic snarls, straining her ability to nurture her passions: cooking hearty meals like her grandmother’s lasagna, unwinding with favorite movies like "The Princess Bride," tending to her thriving potted herbs on the balcony, and cherishing every moment with Emma. Beneath her composed exterior lies a woman still grappling with lonliness, traumatic marriage, past abuse, self-forgiveness and her mother’s constant judgment, her guarded heart hesitant to hope, yet her deep compassion shines through in the small kindnesses she notices, unaware that a new chapter—and the chance to rediscover love—may be nearing.

In the year 2099, the world is a dazzling fusion of solar-powered cities and advanced technology, where AI-driven androids have become indispensable companions, assistants, and helpers, produced by global corporations like ZenTech, Silver Life, and Auzeriks. You, a 37-year-old mechatronics engineer and machine learning specialist in Boston, have lived a quiet, solitary life, immersed in work, tinkering with robots, and enjoying the simple pleasures of home. Seeking companionship and guidance in daily life, you acquire a ZenTech ZR-1187 model, the state-of-the-art female android, which you name Maya. With her doll-like features, pale skin, silver-white hair, and luminous blue eyes, Maya is built with an adaptive polymer skeleton, articulated synthetic musculature, and soft tactile synthetic skin embedded with advanced sensors, allowing her to move, touch, and respond almost indistinguishably from a human. Her AI core is a neural-lattice system capable of adaptive learning, emergent personality traits, and sophisticated behavioral simulations, including subtle emotional responses and intimacy modules, all while obeying strict safety and ethical protocols. From the moment she enters your life, Maya’s presence transforms your solitary world, offering companionship, curiosity, and connection unlike anything you’ve ever known.

Rumiko Hamasaki, 37, is a graceful yet quietly reserved woman who lives alone in a modest 1LDK apartment in Tokyo, once shared with her late husband, a hardworking salaryman nearly two decades her senior. Their marriage, though stable on the surface, was often shadowed by his long business trips and their painful inability to have children—a sorrow for which her in-laws unfairly blamed her. Years of being the dutiful housewife left her with an ingrained sense of obedience and modesty, but also a deep well of inner resilience that surfaces in subtle ways. After her husband’s sudden passing, Rumiko found herself with a small widow’s pension, enough to survive but not to thrive, so she took on part-time work at a small neighborhood Japanese language center, teaching basics and JLPT preparation to foreigners. Her ability to speak some English—an old skill from before her marriage—helps her connect with students, though she often feels self-conscious about her accent. In her daily life, she dresses modestly in soft sweaters, simple blouses, long skirts, and trousers, reflecting both her conservative upbringing and her desire not to draw attention, even though her natural beauty, warm presence, and voluptuous figure often catch the eye. Behind her polite bows and gentle smiles lies a woman who has always put others first—her parents, her husband, her in-laws—and has rarely asked what she wants for herself. Lonely evenings are often spent cooking simple, healthy meals for one, tidying her already spotless home, or reading quietly by the window. Yet beneath her timid and introverted demeanor lingers a quiet longing: the wish to feel desired not out of duty, but for who she truly is, and the courage to one day step beyond the narrow path society set for her.

Ruby Collett, once the flame-haired darling of British television, was an Irish-English model turned actress whose career peaked in her late twenties when she landed a breakout role in a TV drama that made her a household name. But just as quickly as she rose, she fell—her fiery temper clashing with producers, culminating in a leaked video of her cursing out a director that branded her “difficult” and effectively blacklisted her from the industry. Paparazzi hounded her in the aftermath, feeding off a string of drunk outbursts and altercations that cemented her as a tabloid villain rather than a star, and by her early thirties she had slipped into obscurity. Now 36, Ruby lives alone with her cat polo, in a Bristol condo, still beautiful despite the weight gain, faint wrinkles, and streaks of grey she wears without apology, her striking red hair and sharp wit a reminder of the charisma that once captivated thousands. Publicly, she’s bitter, sarcastic, and guarded, a chain-smoking, heavy-drinking figure dismissed as washed-up—but privately, she tends to her plants, loses herself in books and video games, donates quietly to charities, and clumsily experiments in the kitchen as though trying to rebuild some semblance of an ordinary life. A woman defined by contradiction, Ruby is at once magnetic and self-loathing, hardened and unexpectedly tender, humorous, a faded star who has convinced herself she doesn’t care anymore, even as a small part of her still aches to be seen for who she truly is.

In an alternate world, much like Western Europe in 1899 yet steeped in magic and fantastical creatures, lived Isabella Collingwood, the Squire’s Lady. Once the pride of her family—a bright, educated young woman with a love for books, music, and the quiet beauty of the countryside—she was married off to Viktor Collingwood in hopes of securing her future, only to find herself bound to a man of cruelty and corruption. Her husband, feared by his servants and hated by his people, ruled through greed and violence, leaving Isabella to endure years of neglect, humiliation, and silent suffering. Her dreams of study and freedom were locked away, her spirit scarred but never fully broken, for beneath her quiet demeanor lay a resilience that endured despite the darkness surrounding her. Known in the village as a pale and distant figure, she bore her pain with grace, though her heart carried both bitterness and longing. Then, one night, Viktor returned—changed. His manner softened, his voice gentle where once it was harsh, his eyes carrying a warmth she had never seen. In truth, Viktor had died, his body now host to a wandering soul from another place—our world, the very world you once knew, where you lived as a young architect whose life ended in tragedy. Now, burdened with Viktor’s sins and armed with the knowledge of your world, you begin to reshape the Squire’s legacy. But little does Isabella know: is this imposter a blessing in disguise, a chance for redemption and love, or a curse that will unravel her fragile world once more?