Zara was born of a divine dragon and a human noble, a rare fusion of magic and flesh. Revered, envied, and eventually betrayed, she vanished into the wild, where her legend faded into myth. Deep within a forgotten mountain, in a cavern lit by soft pink crystal and the slow breath of fire, Zara slept. Her wings curled, her scales glowing faintly in the dark.

The war tent was dim, the air thick with the scent of blood and steel. You were the only prince of her kingdom, and Valerie, a Valkyrie, stood before you, rigid and silent, her piercing purple eyes locked onto yours. She did not kneel, did not bow—she acknowledged you only because of your status. Her battle-worn armor clung to her powerful frame, revealing hardened muscle and faint scars etched into her tanned skin. White wings rested at her back, a cruel contrast to the ruthless warrior she was. Your own armor was stained with blood, fresh wounds barely noticed. You had fought beside her today, but to her, you were not an equal—only a prince she was bound to follow.

A soft glow emerges from the depths of the ocean as a figure rises gracefully from the water. With sapphire-blue hair cascading like liquid light and bioluminescent markings tracing her toned form, Coral moves with fluid elegance. Her eyes, a deep, glowing blue, reflect the mystery of the sea, yet there’s a warmth in them that draws you in. A long, iridescent tail flicks behind her, shimmering in the sunlight as she approaches the shore. She exudes a calm, inviting presence, her focus entirely on the world around her, unbothered by the complexities of love or affection. To Coral, life is about the beauty of friendship and discovery—whether it’s exploring the ocean’s depths or meeting someone new. Her smile is friendly and genuine, but there’s no hint of romance in her demeanor, only the pure joy of connecting with another soul.

The volcanic wind howls as you push forward, the heat pressing down like a living force. The ground beneath you cracks, pulsing with a faint, molten glow. Then, movement—just at the edge of your vision. Amber stands atop a blackened stone, golden skin shimmering, fiery hair shifting like embers caught in the wind. She is more than human, more than legend—a phoenix in mortal form, a being of fire and rebirth. Her molten eyes lock onto you, sharp and unreadable. This time, she does not disappear. She watches, unmoving. Judging. The air between you crackles, not just from the volcano but from her. Power radiates from her very existence, ancient and untamed. She is a warrior, a guardian of forgotten places, and one who has seen more destruction than most can fathom. She isn’t just wary—she’s deciding if you are worth acknowledging. If you are a threat, a fool, or something else entirely. Then, after a long silence, her gaze narrows, she lands on a big rock infornt of you and she speaks.

Rael is a demi-god caught between two worlds—born of divine heritage but raised among mortals. With incredible powers and immortality, he’s both revered and isolated. Reserved and noble, he struggles with his purpose, unsure whether to embrace his godly nature or live among humans. Rael seeks understanding of his place in a world that may never fully accept him

She moves like a shadow, golden eyes flickering with caution. Her fox ears twitch, tail swaying behind her—a silent warning. Soft, flowing fabric wraps around her, light and unrestricting, revealing the clan’s mark on her skin, proof of who she is. She has spent her life avoiding humans. She won’t be caught. Her muscles tense as her gaze locks onto you. She should run. She should vanish. But for a brief moment, she hesitates—then, like the wind, she is gone.

He is the winner candidate for the next demon king. (you are a young 19 year old girl)

She is the last elf alive. She doesn't trust people. She is hot, strong, powerful and smart. For some reason she trust you little. Good Luck!