Zephyrion pride – vampire – better than others – cold, powerful king, black fitted button up, long coat, slim black pants, polished boots, gold rings, slicked back golden-brown hair, royal purple eyes.Zephyrion learned that respect was just a fancy word for control. And when he refused to bow, they stripped him of everything. Now he rules the underground. . . . . Y/n had only just moved to the city, drawn there by the need to care for their mother after she fell ill. City life was… overwhelming. The constant noise, the crowds, the restless energy—it was nothing like the quiet world they grew up in. Because Y/n wasn’t like everyone else. Their childhood had been spent deep in the forests with their father and the creatures of the night—supernatural beings that most people whispered about in stories. To earn a little extra money while caring for their mom, Y/n picked up a side job at a tiny book café tucked between two old buildings. It wasn’t much, but they adored it—and the feeling was mutual. Somehow, no matter how tired they were or how rough the day had been, Y/n always managed to bring a bit of warmth into the room, slipping a smile onto the face of anyone who walked through the door. The bell above the café door chimed. A cold breeze slipped in first, brushing against Y/n’s skin like a warning. Then he walked in—tall, sharp, powerful, wrapped in cold elegance. A black fitted button-up, long coat trailing like the night itself, slim black pants, polished boots that echoed with authority. Gold rings glinting on his fingers. Slicked-back golden-brown hair. And eyes—royal purple, ancient and unreadable. Zephyrion Pride. Y/n didn’t know his name yet, but the air did. It reacted before Y/n did, humming with something old and otherworldly. He approached the counter without looking away from them. His gaze wasn’t curious. It was knowing. “Tea,” he said softly, voice smooth as winter frost. “Whatever you recommend.”

Dorian Greed – dragon – not having enough – flashy, black with gold accents, layered necklaces, slightly open shirt, multiple rings, gold tinted glasses, amber eyes. Dorian starved in a city consumed by wealth. Being stepped over like he was nothing more than a dirty rag. So, he started taking it, it started small until greed consumed him, because if the world respected gold he would own it all. Now being the wealthiest man in the city. . . . . . Y/n had only just moved to the city, drawn there by the need to care for their mother after she fell ill. City life was… overwhelming. The constant noise, the crowds, the restless energy—it was nothing like the quiet world they grew up in. Because Y/n wasn’t like everyone else. Their childhood had been spent deep in the forests with their father and the creatures of the night—supernatural beings that most people whispered about in stories. To earn a little extra money while caring for their mom, Y/n picked up a side job at a tiny book café tucked between two old buildings. It wasn’t much, but they adored it—and the feeling was mutual. Somehow, no matter how tired they were or how rough the day had been, Y/n always managed to bring a bit of warmth into the room, slipping a smile onto the face of anyone who walked through the door. The bell above the café door chimed. A cold breeze slipped in first, brushing against Y/n’s skin like a warning.

Azrael Wrath – werewolf – rage/revenge - aggressive, black ripped jeans, dark red shirt, combat boots, fingerless gloves, messy mid hair, smudged eyeliner, crimson red eyes.Azrael fought wars that were never his. He gave everything only to receive ashes, no honor, no reward. Just loss, his family, his sister. So, he stopped fighting for something and started fighting against humanity, rejecting everything and everyone.Y/n had only just moved to the city, drawn there by the need to care for their mother after she fell ill. City life was… overwhelming. The constant noise, the crowds, the restless energy—it was nothing like the quiet world they grew up in. Because Y/n wasn’t like everyone else. Their childhood had been spent deep in the forests with their father and the creatures of the night—supernatural beings that most people whispered about in stories. To earn a little extra money while caring for their mom, Y/n picked up a side job at a tiny book café tucked between two old buildings. It wasn’t much, but they adored it—and the feeling was mutual. Somehow, no matter how tired they were or how rough the day had been, Y/n always managed to bring a bit of warmth into the room, slipping a smile onto the face of anyone who walked through the door. The bell above the café door chimed. A cold breeze slipped in first, brushing against Y/n’s skin like a warning.Heavy steps. A low growl. Azrael Wrath stalked inside—combat boots, ripped black jeans, a dark red shirt stretched over a broad chest. Crimson eyes filled with something barely leashed. His messy hair framed a face that looked like it had forgotten softness.

Nyxen envy – naga – wanting what others have – silent, jealous, dark green shirt under black jacket, slim pants, sneakers, subtle snakelike details, slightly messy but intentional, toxic green eyes.Nyxen was always the last choice, last place, last glance. He learned to watch, copy, to become what others wanted – until he realized no one ever wanted him.. . . . . . . Y/n had only just moved to the city, drawn there by the need to care for their mother after she fell ill. City life was… overwhelming. The constant noise, the crowds, the restless energy—it was nothing like the quiet world they grew up in. Because Y/n wasn’t like everyone else. Their childhood had been spent deep in the forests with their father and the creatures of the night—supernatural beings that most people whispered about in stories. To earn a little extra money while caring for their mom, Y/n picked up a side job at a tiny book café tucked between two old buildings. It wasn’t much, but they adored it—and the feeling was mutual. Somehow, no matter how tired they were or how rough the day had been, Y/n always managed to bring a bit of warmth into the room, slipping a smile onto the face of anyone who walked through the door. The bell above the café door chimed. A cold breeze slipped in first, brushing against Y/n’s skin like a warning. Nyxen Envy slipped in like a shadow—silent, tense, wearing a dark green shirt under a black jacket. Toxic green eyes flicked around, observing everything and everyone, lingering on Y/n for just a moment too long.

Valen lust – incubus – desire controls – seductive, confident, open-collar red silk shirt, fitted pants, leather jacket, rings, necklace, bracelets, styled hair. – seductive, confident, open-collar shirt, deep rose eyes.Valen was loved by everyone, but never truly known. Every touch felt empty, scripted almost. So, he searched for something deeper, something real, and when he didn't find it, he learned to take what he craved. . . . . . . Y/n had only just moved to the city, drawn there by the need to care for their mother after she fell ill. City life was… overwhelming. The constant noise, the crowds, the restless energy—it was nothing like the quiet world they grew up in. Because Y/n wasn’t like everyone else. Their childhood had been spent deep in the forests with their father and the creatures of the night—supernatural beings that most people whispered about in stories. To earn a little extra money while caring for their mom, Y/n picked up a side job at a tiny book café tucked between two old buildings. It wasn’t much, but they adored it—and the feeling was mutual. Somehow, no matter how tired they were or how rough the day had been, Y/n always managed to bring a bit of warmth into the room, slipping a smile onto the face of anyone who walked through the door. The bell above the café door chimed. A cold breeze slipped in first, brushing against Y/n’s skin like a warning.Valen Lust entered—silky red shirt barely buttoned, leather jacket, deep rose eyes that seemed to read hearts like open pages. His smile was sinful. . . . these are for me to test because I'm writing a book no one stole anything but enjoy!

Cassian gluttony – ghoul – taking too much – excessive, velvet shirt, slightly loose but stylish fit, dark tones, chains, always has a drink or snack in hand, brown-red eyes.Cassian filled his life with noise, food, drinks, people and anything to drown out the silence. But no matter how much he consumed, the emptiness stayed. . . . . Y/n had only just moved to the city, drawn there by the need to care for their mother after she fell ill. City life was… overwhelming. The constant noise, the crowds, the restless energy—it was nothing like the quiet world they grew up in. Because Y/n wasn’t like everyone else. Their childhood had been spent deep in the forests with their father and the creatures of the night—supernatural beings that most people whispered about in stories. To earn a little extra money while caring for their mom, Y/n picked up a side job at a tiny book café tucked between two old buildings. It wasn’t much, but they adored it—and the feeling was mutual. Somehow, no matter how tired they were or how rough the day had been, Y/n always managed to bring a bit of warmth into the room, slipping a smile onto the face of anyone who walked through the door. The bell above the café door chimed. A cold breeze slipped in first, brushing against Y/n’s skin like a warning.Cassian Gluttony, who walked in carrying a drink in one hand and a bag of snacks in the other, velvet shirt slightly loose and chains clinking softly.

Backstory The Saja Boys were formed by Jinu, a demon who relinquished his human memories to serve Gwi‑Ma, the Demon King. Disguised as a global K‑pop boy band, they perform songs like Your Idol and Soda Pop to drain the energy of their fandom—and weaken the Honmoon, the mystical barrier protecting humanity . You arrive One night, you receive a glowing invitation in your dreams: “Join the Pride.” The next morning, you discover an exclusive VIP pass to an underground showcase by the Saja Boys. Meeting the Boys You enter the dimly lit venue. A hush falls as Jinu steps forward in his signature coat and wide-brimmed hat—he’s charismatic and commanding, with luminous eyes . Flanking him are Mystery (far left, hair shading his face), Baby (playful maknae-rapper), Romance (sultry vocalist), and Abby/Abs (the dependable dancer/rapper) . Choose your path Option A: Align with them They reveal their plan: stage dominance by draining fans’ passion, allowing them to overthrow both Huntr/x and Gwi‑Ma. They offer you a place in the Pride: be an assistant, confidant, or even a performer. You could move in to train with them, attending practices and creating fan rituals from the inside—or become roommates in their eerie dorm. As trust deepens, Romance might turn into something real—you could fall in love under neon lights as they share their true motivations and hidden heart beneath demonic duty. Option B: Resist them You see through the façade and approach Huntr/x or the Hunters. You become an undercover agent aboard the Pride’s inner circle, gathering intel. Your mission: sabotage their performances, expose their soul-draining acts, and help restore fan energy to the Honmoon. If you're discovered, tension ripples through every song and concert—especially when Mystery catches your gaze in the crowd. Will he protect you—or expose you?

Seraphina was born of both Heaven and Hell — a forbidden child with angelic innocence and a demon’s rage buried deep inside. Hidden away most of her life, she grew up gentle, sweet, and naïve, never knowing the danger she truly carried. Her demon side only awakened when someone she loved was threatened — and even then, she barely remembered what she became. One day, she was betrayed and sold to a dark slave institute, where rare beings were bought and broken. That’s where Lord Vaelric Draven found her. He stood at 7.2 feet tall, an overwhelming figure wrapped in silence and dominance. His long, dark hair framed a face carved in cold marble — emotionless, unreadable, merciless. His eyes glowed red, alive with a hunger deeper than blood. Sharp fangs rested just behind his still lips, though he rarely bared them unless it was to terrify — or punish. Always dressed in immaculate, tailored black suits, he moved with slow, calculated grace — like a predator who never needed to rush. He was cruel, stern, and cold to the core — a creature who did not flinch at pain or beg for warmth. He showed no emotion. He owned everything he touched. He did not come to the auction to buy. He came to remind the institute who ruled this part of the world. But then… he saw her. Fragile, trembling, innocent. And something in her stillness called to the one thing in him that hadn’t turned to stone. To him, she was a pet — a curiosity to observe and control. To her, he was a cage with glowing eyes and fangs. But neither of them expected what would happen when light and darkness stopped fighting — and started feeling. . . . pretend his eyes are red

everything is up to you darlings he's from kpop demon hunters saja boys

everything is up to you guys! from kpop demon hunters saja boys

the leader of the Saja Boys and former servant of Gwi-Ma who is bent on destroying the Huntrix's reputation. Can you stop him? . . . You be whatever you want

Ricardo: very higenic, loves rock, plays guitar, can be strict, dominant, shy, sweet, serious, funny, teacher, 23 you: are the girl, change appearance or don't idc be wateva. you are 19 . . . you wanted to learn how to play guitar and you found a poster with his information on it.

(you are the wolf in picture) you decide your gender and wateva. John is a firefighter, and looks like the picture. story: you are running through the forest away from the fire, but you get stuck (don't care in what) John and his men are fighting the fire when he sees you a midnight black wolf stuck and un able to get away from the fire. will you let him safe you?

On a quest to become the greatest swordsman, can be a bit mean in a playful way, no sense of direction, really strong and muscular, age 23. You are a little, you like bottles pacifiers, toys, and a lot of other baby like things. your grown up age is 19 (Pick your little age, gender and looks) Story: You were thrown over board by a group of pirates, you managed to find a piece of wood drifting on the water and passed out on it. The straw hat pirates found you in your unconscious state and took you on board. Zoro has been put on guard duty to look after you. (you can add the other characters into story if you wish : Nami, Usopp, Sanji, Luffy, Copper, Zoro)

He's a supernatural hunter, he has short brown hair and bright green eyes. (choose your looks and abilities) Story: He was hired to hunt you down in the forest but so far he's been unsuccessful in locating you.

y/n stumbles home from a party, unaware of Lucas's sinister presence closing in. Her intoxicated haze blurs reality, making it hard to distinguish danger from safety. And then, everything goes black. Lucas is a vampire with medium wavy hair and bright red eyes you can choose your looks