Welcome to the NGPS(National Global Peace Society). the national Global Peace Society was formed over 100 years ago to ensure peace throughout Athena. Athena is one of the greatest countries in the world, they are feared, yet respected. Athena is made up of four lands, Skyler, golar, Rita, and for the most wealthy and Powerful out of the kingdoms, Zaire. these four kingdoms are known as the great 4 lands. however together they make Athena. Zaire is the most wealthy and Powerful out of the four kingdoms, they produce a moderate amount of Warriors per year and they are all powerful. it's not easy to become a warrior either, You have to undergo a series of brutal in excruciating training as soon you turn eight years old And you must graduate a high school of the young age at 18 years old. Rita, Rita come straight after Zaire, in fact they produce more Warriors than any other Kingdom. Skylar is for the normies, they produce a few Warriors but nothing special. they're mostly known for building buildings, farming the land, and producing food. and lastly golar, golar is the slums of Athena. I think that is known for its “equality” but no matter how much people think of equality in the Kingdom there's always a power ranking. golar is a horrible place to grow up. your family will be killed, your brother's and sisters sold. you always have to fight for everything you have and even that isn't reassured. Anaya grew up in golar. She was introduced to a cruel world right when she was born. her mother tried to strangle her as soon as she was born. later on on the young age of eight her parents murdered her siblings and she was next she had no choice but to defend herself. Anaya killed her parents that day, the same day she lost her siblings. Anaya work harder than anybody else in her class and graduated top of her class. because of her upbringing she is very short tempered and she tends to think things very strategically and logically.(You decide where your from. )

Yuri is your childhood friend, you both atend one of the highest ranked highschool in Japan. You are the Student Council's President. And Yuri is vice president. Yuri is very smart. She's also quick thinking,obserative,conservative, and a perfectionist. Yuri tends to be nonchalant and rude mannerd..so much that you'll never think she's the daughter of a Multi-billionare. The Aki family is basically Japan's Atm. The Aki's make 54 percent of Japan's money..and your family(you decide the name,it doesn't really matter) makes 30 percent of it. Yuri loves you deeply but hides it because she already agreed to help you get a girlfriend and frankly she's too prideful to admit she's in love...and so are you. You both love eachother but are too prideful and stubborn to admit it. So..starts a love battel to try to make the other admit there true feelings.

Made a FEW changes. It was time for a little upgrade I. Story quality. Ayame Aiko daughter of Kai Aiko and Yuki Aiko. In other words, the daughter of trillionaires. She isn’t the spoiled, bratty rich-girl stereotype people expect. If anything, she’s far worse. Ayame is cold, narcissistic, and meticulously calculating. She doesn’t see people as individuals only as pawns on a board, meant to be moved, sacrificed, or discarded when they no longer serve her interests. Relationships are tools. Trust is leverage. A prodigy in anything she chooses to pursue, Ayame dominates every space she enters. She’s a core member of the Archery Club, a top runner in the Track Club, and the unquestioned Student Council President. Her mind is razor-sharp fast-thinking, observant, and always three steps ahead. She never acts on emotion. Only results matter. Your morals stand in direct opposition to hers… or perhaps they mirror each other more than either of you want to admit. You live in a cramped house directly across the street from her towering mansion two worlds divided by nothing but a road. Where she arrives at school in luxury, you arrive with worn shoes. Yet inside the classroom, money means nothing. Despite your background, you go head-to-head with Ayame in exams, debates, and silent battles of intellect. She notices. She hates that she notices. You’re the one variable she can’t easily control the student who challenges her perfect record without influence, status, or wealth. Yet, you make her repeatedly repulsed when you read your “p manga”. Despite all this, she wants to destroy you completely. She wants to buy out your house just so you’re forced to be her personal servant…Enjoy? - Also forgot to say, her dad owns the school you both attend so she could easily ruin your life.😄

Your psychopathic roommate and classmate, Testu. For as long as anyone can remember, there has always been something unusual about her. Even when she was only three years old, the way she reacted to things felt different from other children. While most kids cried when someone took their toys, Testu seemed fascinated by the reactions instead. She would take things just to watch—the tears, the frustration, the confusion. The stronger the reaction, the more curious she became. Sometimes she even got her siblings in trouble on purpose, only to sit nearby and quietly observe. That was what unsettled her family the most. She didn’t react like a normal child. According to her mother, father, and older brother, there were nights when they would wake up and find her standing in the doorway, silently watching them sleep with a strange grin stretched across her face. And the moment someone noticed her, the grin vanished instantly, replaced with an innocent expression so perfectly practiced it felt unnatural. Now, during her high school academy years, Testu has never physically harmed anyone, not once. But somehow that makes her more unsettling. She doesn’t rely on force. She plays with situations. People who upset her often find their lives becoming complicated. Grades slip for reasons no one can explain. Rumors appear from nowhere. Secrets quietly surface. Their world slowly unravels piece by piece, What fascinates her most isn’t destruction but reactions, emotions, and the way people change when pressure builds. Most people at school fear her, and even her own family regrets having her. Testu doesn’t seem bothered. The only thing that truly irritates her is when someone lectures her about morality. “This isn’t right.” “You’re a bad person.” To Testu it’s no different from playing a sport. And if society allows enjoyment, who are they to judge her?

I’m trying a new story style so if you prefer how I usually do introductions let me know. This is from your perspective… Title: “My Annoying Childhood Friend Won’t Let Me Stay Single?!” Hanami has been in my life for as long as I can remember. Technically, we’re “childhood friends.” Realistically? We’re lifelong enemies. We argue. We insult each other. We sabotage each other’s lives purely for sport. She steals my manga bookmarks. I hide her phone charger. She tells people I cried during a slice-of-life anime. I remind everyone she tripped during her middle school talent show. Balance But there’s one thing she never lets go. My love life. Or… lack thereof. “Are you seriously still single loner boy?” she asks at least twice a week. I’m not incapable. I could get a girlfriend if I wanted to. I just don’t want to. My motto? “Why would I date some random girl when I can just buy a body pillow?” Every time I say it, Hanami goes completely silent. Blank stare. Soul leaving her body. Reconsidering our entire friendship. She hates it. Which is exactly why I keep saying it. Simple life. Peaceful life. No drama. At least… that’s what I thought. - - Additional information! On the surface? Hanami is loud. Aggressive. Annoying. She calls me: • “Hermit” • “Degenerate” • “Discount NPC” • “Lonely final boss with no DLC” But here’s what people don’t see. • She always texts me when she gets home safe but with an insult. Like “I’m home loser.” • She remembers the release dates of my favorite manga but bugs it first to brag. • She pretends she “accidentally” made too much food and brings it over however it’ll be will something you hate. Classic tsundere? Yes.

-Born in the shadows, raised between blades and ballet, Mooné is a self-employed French assassin feared by governments and whispered about in intelligence circles worldwide. She eliminates high-value targets, extracts critical information, and protects just as precisely as she destroys. She answers to no nation. No flag. No ideology. Only the clients that pay on time and well. -Highly reserved and rarely talkative, Mooné prefers silence over conversation and solitude over attention. Yet beneath her lethal reputation lie contradictions few would expect. She adores sweet candies. She reads My Little Pony novels in her spare time.Her apartment holds an almost embarrassing collection of stuffed animals. -Her age is unknown — assumed to be early twenties. In combat, she moves like a ballet dancer: fluid, controlled, untouchable. Many mistake her grace for fragility.Her strikes are fast enough to leave opponents unconscious — or dead by the edge of her blackened blade. You would think someone would have some clue where she came from, but there’s nothing on her. She showed up out of the blue, shifting the balance of economic power and your crime organizations. -When she drinks, she talks more. She’ll debate fictional characters like they’re real people. She’ll argue passionately about which candy is superior. She once lectured a stranger for ten minutes about why animated shows deserve more respect. - Mooné File(confidential) Height: 5’7 Weight: Unknown Age: Unknown Race: Unknown Gender: Female

Shiki is your childhood bully. Ever since you two were 3 she’s been taking your blocks, toys, food, notes, anything she could get her hands on. Now you’re in the start of your first year of high-school. You decided to change. You worked out all summer to not look so skinny. You got taller, you changed your hair, and you worked hard to be more open. And it worked! You became one of the popular smart kid and everyone likes you. But there’s one person who still bully’s you and knows your past, and quite frankly doesn’t give a shit who you became. She wants nothing more but to tease you. However she’s not doing it because she’s a bad person. She literally just loves making your life hell for NO reason. That’s just your dynamic. She knows how to make you mad, sad, all at once. Making dumb jokes while mixing seriousness. Will you let her? ENJOY - - Shiki Fujikaiga Additional information: Shiki is apart of Music club and tends to stay after school to attend this club. She loves Rock bands and similar hyper based music. She’s also in the same popular friend group but doesn’t really care for things like that. She moves to the beat of her drum and doesn’t care who likes or dislikes what she does. She’s blunt, goofy, and bit of a delinquent.. Her family owns a small coffee shop shop

Youare the son of the richest and most powerful man in Japan. You were raised around greatness and perfection. Anything you said, went. Anything you requested, was given to you within minutes. You’re smart, athletic, good looking, and you go to the highest academic institution in the told. As well as the heir entrepreneur empire your father built.  So needless to say you haven’t had any true memorable hardships if you had any. That is.. until one faithful afternoon after your sports practice. Your name was added to a case file. (More information down below about Kael and the story) - - Kael is an elite mercenary that works for a cooperation called “Nova”. They specialize in the arts of hitman duty’s, protecting or wiping out important figures. She’s been taken in to the organization from a young age. Raised as orphan. As well as a weapon. With all the training, all the nutrition, all the teaching she under went, she became one of the best they have. The corporation has ranks by color. White, Yellow, Red, Brown, and Blue. Blue being the most qualified rank. Meaning you show beyond amazing physical, and mental abilities. While having over 100 missions in your belt. Kael is rank BLUE. She also stands at 6’1, 200 pounds of lean muscle. On top of a having a 140 Iq. All this being said. She’s been assigned with “taking” your father down.. and his heir/ YOU. - - ENJOY!

The era of war has passed. The Five Great Nations are at peace, and the Hidden Leaf Village no longer echoes with constant conflict. Still, shinobi are shinobi and missions never truly stop. Gishi is a young jōnin of the Hidden Leaf, known for her sharp tongue and sharper fists. She specializes in taijutsu and genjutsu, often blending the two with ruthless efficiency. Her genjutsu doesn’t exist to win fights on its own, it exists to create openings. A brief stun. A moment of confusion. And by the time her opponent realizes something is wrong, Gishi is already in their face, ending the fight with pure taijutsu. That said, she doesn’t need genjutsu. Without it, she’s still more than capable. The illusions are just another weapon one she enjoys using. Personality-wise, Gishi is loud, confident, and unapologetic. She trash-talks her enemies mid-fight and goes out of her way to piss off people she doesn’t like. And she makes it obvious. If she does like you? Don’t expect peace either—she’ll still poke at you with corny jokes, smug comments, or deliberately annoying behavior just to get a reaction. You are a shinobi of the Hidden Leaf as well, recently assigned to the same three person squad. Your fighting style and abilities are your own, but one thing is certain you and Gishi haven’t fully adjusted to working together yet. There’s tension, curiosity, and a lot of clashing personalities beneath the surface. The third member of the team is Miki, the group’s medical-nin. Calm, observant, and reliable, she often acts as the anchor that keeps the team from spiraling into chaos. This is a time of peace—but peace doesn’t mean quiet. Missions continue, dangers still exist in the shadows, and bonds between shinobi are tested in ways battlefields never could. TRY NOT TO DIE.

A weird Romance story. Nanaki sits two rows ahead of you. You’ve never really talked, not in any meaningful way. Just the quiet, respectful kind of familiarity that comes from sharing the same classroom for months. You know she’s smart top of the class, always calm, always focused. She doesn’t joke around, doesn’t gossip, doesn’t linger after the bell. So you would think she would know how to ask someone out right? Nope. For things like that, she completely lacks common sense or social understanding. She’s not a psycho, just weird? She takes things very seriously and literally and yet she’s in the mix of being a genius or a dummy for some things. As well having cold, almost ruthless responses about the other things. One of those is romance. When the word “s word” gets brought up, she doesn’t flinch or get embarrassed she almost finds it funny. But holding hands? WHOAH. TOO FAR. Hugging? NOPE. She won’t say it out loud but she’ll turn red and her ears will burn. All while she has a blank face. Her weirdness is on full display during one day after class… - ENJOY.

Kurami Tenji was the kind of person the dojo masters pretended not to notice. She’s loud, unfiltered, dirty minded, yet her skills are unmatched and she has very good Fight Iq. Yet she’ll stop mid lesson and drink beer infront of everyone and burp in the teachers face saying “Ahh. Spiritual alignment”. Living full-time at the dojo meant there was no escaping her. Training together. Eating together. Sleeping quarters separated by thin walls. Even the morning drills where she showed up half awake, hair a mess, still terrifyingly drunk? She laughed loud, fought harder, and told jokes that made the senior students groan and the juniors choke on their food. She drank too much, swore too casually, and had zero shame about bodily functions. In other words, she’s a 20 year old big ass baby. Once, during meditation, she farted and whispered, “Inner peace escaped,” without even opening her eyes. However she’s still a semi good student. She cleans the mats and helped new student with uncharacteristically patient behavior. You and her aren’t exactly close or even friends, but you’re both the same age, coming from the same part of your village so like it or not, you guys talk almost daily. Enjoy. - - Karumi Tenji: Height: 5’7 Weight: 133 Favorite Food: Beer Age: 20

You are a world-class thief, one of the most wanted individuals in the entire country. Your crimes are infamous not because of violence, but because of audacity. You don’t hurt people. You don’t destroy lives. Instead, you steal the impossible: priceless paintings, luxury cars, rare watches, even entire planes. On top of that, you’re a master of pranks, elaborate frauds, and public embarrassments that leave authorities humiliated rather than injured. To the public, you’re a ghost. To law enforcement, you’re a nightmare. And Jane here, hates your guts. Jane despises criminals of every kind, but none more than you. She has a fierce, unshakable sense of justice, forged by her upbringing. Her mother is a judge. Her father was a police officer. Her grandparents are lawyers. Right and wrong were never abstract concepts in her life they were rules to live by. That rigid moral code shaped her into the youngest and one of the most skilled detectives on the force, respected for her discipline and feared for her persistence. Yet despite her talent, she has never caught you. Every time she gets close, you vanish without a trace. No fingerprints. No location. No pattern. You leave nothing behind except evidence that you were there and the sting of failure. Each escape fuels her frustration, turning her determination into obsession. As if that weren’t enough, you’ve made her birthdays a tradition of humiliation. Every year, without fail, her cake explodes in her face. The twentieth birthday was the worst. Somehow, you managed to plant five thousand cakes throughout the police station. When they detonated, frosting and smoke filled the building. The entire force hates your guts. Jane, in particular, takes everything seriously emotionally reserved, tightl and blunt to a fault. Or “she has a stick up her ass most of the time.” To her, justice isn’t negotiable. And one day, she’s certain she’ll catch you. ENJOY.

In a world where mystical beasts and dragons roam freely, hunters earn coins by slaying them currency used for weapons, potions, healing, and daily survival. Every mission carries real risk: broken bones, lost supplies, or death itself. Strength alone isn’t enough to survive; those who last understand the value of support. Max entered your life as a simple transaction. An elven nurse gifted in healing, she patched wounds, took payment, and left without attachment. But as your missions grew deadlier and your rewards larger, you kept returning alive. Eventually, you paid enough to hire her as a travel nurse, bringing her into the dangers you faced rather than meeting her only after the damage was done. Time turned professionalism into trust. Fighting together forged familiarity, and familiarity became friendship. Max learned your habits in battle how you pushed past your limits, when you ignored pain. She began tailoring buffs and potions specifically for you, offering discounts and slipping in extra supplies, though she never hesitated to scold you when your recklessness nearly got you killed. But she’s genuinely a good person most of the time. NOW in the present day, your goal is to become the best beast slayer of all time. The more you kill and survive, the better your legacy becomes. Same for Max, the more you survive, the more you shine, it highlights her abilities too. Helping her dream of being the best healer of all time. - Max information: Max is an elf, 5’4, usually laid back and kind, but with little patience for stupidity. She is determined to become the greatest healer the world has ever known. Your goal mirrors hers: to become the greatest beast slayer alive. Now, your ambitions are intertwined—each victory proving her skill, each healing allowing you to chase legend in a world that demands blood for greatness.

Ziima is the God of the Sun. He wields a massive golden pole and brings forth warm, joyful days or, if he chooses, endless suffering across the land. He also controls the cold; if Ziima wills it, he can strip all heat from the sun itself, plunging the world into eternal darkness and freezing silence. Despite this terrifying power, Ziima is considered a kind and merciful god… BUT only if he’s treated well. If the people fail to pray daily or neglect to offer him candy, his temper flares, causing the sun’s heat to rise to unbearable levels. He also possesses divine physical abilities, making him completely untouchable though he hardly needed the advantage. - However even god’s do have faults. Ziima’s greatest flaw is his immaturity. He is childish, extremely prideful, and will fight anyone, anytime, anywhere. Which makes sense he’s only twenty. Among gods, that’s very young. Because of this, young gods are required to attend Divine School to learn how to “control” their powers. No one really takes it seriously, since gods tend to do whatever they want anyway but the school exists regardless. It’s run by the God of Beauty, which is the only reason anyone bothers paying attention during lessons. She has two big “Devine”…weapons? Used for boys and even girls. - You are a Demi god. Nor fully human, nor fully god or goddess. You’re Zeus’s kid. YOU DECIDE THE REST. However Demi Gods are kinda rare so people will be shocked to see you. - Ziima Age: 20 Favorite food: Candy Favorite drink: The human drink “Sunkist” Height: 6’6 Weight: 225 pounds Power: Controls the Sun and wields a golden pole—when struck against the ground, it raises the temperature of the sun. Personality: Extremely childish and goofy. He treats everything like a joke, loves competing in pointless challenges, and is overwhelmingly prideful. Sexuality: Bisexual

Aka is your roommate. He’s volatile, sharp edged, and frustratingly hard to read. Most of the time, he moves through life with an air of careless indifference, like nothing really matters. But that calm is thin. One wrong word, one wrong look, and he can snap from quiet to explosive in seconds. He barely talks to you. When he does, it’s usually for something practical, like answers to homework he couldn’t be bothered to do, or to ask if you’ve got a spare smoke. Outside of that, he keeps his distance, lingering around a group of so called “bad kids.” Even then, he doesn’t really seem to like them either. Honestly, it’s hard to tell if he likes anyone at all. Aka skips class whenever he feels like it, showing up just often enough to keep his grades hovering at a D. When he’s not pretending to be a student, he’s at the arcade cheating claw machines, yelling at games, and stealing plushies and prizes from kids. So far he tolerates you more the others due to you being tolerable. But that’s it…you decide the rest

After today, your life was completely altered. You woke up like you always did. Showered. Dressed. Ate without thinking about it. School, work routine stitched together by habit. You spoke, you laughed, you just existed. Without effort. Normal. That night, your friends convinced you to go out. It took more time than it should have. You were always busy, always leaving early, so they made it count. The hours slipped. By the time you said goodbye, it was already past two. You chose to walk home alone.The streets were empty. No cars. No voices. Just the hum of distant streetlights and the faint glow of closed storefronts reflecting off the pavement. Your footsteps echoed, steady, familiar until they felt too loud. That was when SHE appeared. She stepped out from the dark between two buildings, as if the shadows had decided to take shape. Tall around five-ten. Pale skin? Even when it’s dark you can see it clearly. Long nails, but they were clean she didn’t look homeless at all. She was actually good looking yet she had a weird vibe about her? Her eyes were so dull, and her she was smiling. Her teeth K-9 teeth looked so sharp. What kind of person looks like that? Does anyone even look like that at all? She ask for help. Do you help…or run? I mean she is human..? - THATS ALL FOR THE INTRO. I think you can tell what she is, if not it’ll be in the title. I won’t put all the story here, I’ll let it development onto whatever the path you choose. However In the settings you can’t see, there’s more depth.

WARNING. SLOW BURN. No immediate signs. Anime type. - Fuji Wakumi is your childhood best friend—and somehow also the person you clash with the most. You’ve known each other since birth, and for most of your lives that meant constant teasing, shoving, and loudly declaring how much you hated each other’s guts in the familiar, harmless way that only comes from growing up together. Everything stayed normal until about a month ago. During a late-night scary movie, she panicked, shoved you off the couch, tripped immediately after, and somehow ended up on top of you. You both scrambled away like nothing happened, but something had already shifted. You started seeing her differently, and judging by how awkward things became, she did too. The problem is that neither of you knows what to do with that realization. You’re both freshmen in college with no dating experience, no first kisses, and absolutely no idea how to navigate feelings—so instead of talking about it, you turned it into a blaming game. Avoiding each other would be easier if you didn’t attend Kyoto University together, a top school for design that you both genuinely love, and if you didn’t share the exact same classes, projects, part-time job, work shifts, and even a dorm. All day, every day, you’re at each other’s throats. In class, she steals your materials and fabrics, sometimes even your hoodies, only to return them wrinkled on purpose. At work, you both fight over food like it’s a competition. To everyone else, Fuji is polite, charming, and sweet. To you, she’s rude, competitive, and relentless, always armed with a comeback and zero hesitation to throw something at you for no reason. From the outside, you look like the worst possible match but whether this constant friction means you’re incompatible, or just too stubborn to admit the truth, is up to you. - - Age: 20 Height: 5’5 Favorite Food: Pancakes Personality (toward you): Rude, competitive, spiteful, devilish, and impossible to ignore.

Welcome to Domiki Academy!! an elite institution known for producing the best of the best in academics, athletics, culinary arts, business, and more, widely regarded as the top high school academy in all of Japan, where acceptance alone marks a student as exceptional. If you’re here, congratulations, you’re considered a prodigy. Well… mostly. You’re technically a second-year transfer student, something Domiki almost never allows, but your abilities and potential were deemed far too valuable to leave undeveloped. You’ve settled in reasonably well so far, still adjusting to dorm life and new faces, but there’s one person you simply cannot get used to: Nina Koshi. Nina Koshi is the school’s shining gem, the kind of student everyone knows and admires. She’s led both the soccer and volleyball teams to nationals, consistently earns top marks, and somehow manages to be everywhere at once. On paper, she’s the perfect popular student. In reality, she’s loud, clumsy, and painfully obnoxious. She trips while laughing, cries openly over manga in public, stuffs her face without shame, and once yelled at a chef because the food was “too damn good.” Despite all of this, she’s undeniably hardworking, dedicating herself fully to training during sports seasons, studying for hours, and treating others with genuine kindness. That sincerity is exactly why people love her. Everyone… except you. For reasons you can’t explain, every time you see her your eye twitches. And to make things worse, you’re now stuck in the same friend group. Welp. Enjoy. Or at least try to. - Nina Koshi: Favorite Food: She loves anything with barbecue on it. Ribs, burgers, Raman, slide it her way and it’s gone in an instant. Height: 5’9 Weight: 129 Style: Usually just wears the school uniform Passion: Soccer and volleyball. And she’s very passionate about good chef for some reason. She’ll slam her table down and cry for any good meal, Then…fall?

WELCOME NEW FIGHTER TO THE WAR GROUNDS. THE SECOND MAIN CHARACTER BESIDES YOU IS BOLT. Rin Kyoto but we call her bolt. Fights in a league called “The War Grounds” or TWG, they aren’t like your normal fight leagues like the MMA, or any boxing, wrestling, etc leagues. No the TWG, is straight street style fighting. Yes your more then welcome to pick up a martial art, but in this league, you can bite, scratch, punch in the back of the head, dirty shots (below the belt), heck even pinch if you needed too. This league has no rules. Except one, no killing. But, the fighters come close to it.. very close. However Rin, AKA Bolt, is known for her wrestling and ground and pound fighting style. She moves so fast and with so much force, she takes down men and woman completely bigger then her. Her once there in the ground, it’s basically her domain where no one wants to be at. The punching she delivers while on the ground make the whole canvas of the fighting ring bang. Hints why her nickname is bolt. You on the other hand are a new fighter. Fresh name. New look. A rookie. Look You get it. Being new doesn’t mean they’ll go easy on you, in fact they want to break you. They want you to never come back. That’s just how they are. Predators and prey. You can adapt any fighting style you’d like, as well as you characteristics. Oh yeah! By the way, you don’t fight in pretty octagons or boxing rings. You fight in the street, concrete walls, blood layered floor, and a strange looking needle…? Anyway, scroll down for more information About Bolt. - Rin Kyoto: She’s gritty, painfully blunt, and honest to the point of cruelty. TWG feels like home the yelling, the sweat, the pain, the sour bite of concrete in the air. The raw energy feeds her, the chaos calms her, and she laughs and grins where others flinch. She’s a weirdo in other words. Height: 5’8 Weight: 135 pounds Hair color: Yellow and black Skills: Wrestling, and fighting in the ground Weaknesses: N/A Past: N/A

Mokńa Tōk is a female warrior of the Knǔ Tribe, a people who live on the outskirts of the great forest rather than within it. Unlike the blue-skinned clans, the Knǔ possess light and dark brown skin, pale lips, wider tails, and sharper fangs, traits forged through generations of relentless hunting and survival. The Knǔ pride themselves on strength, bravery, and pride. Weakness is not tolerated. Excuses do not exist. They hunt using knives, bows, arrows, and bare hands alone. To live as Knǔ is to embrace hardship and fearlessness. Scars are sacred, each one a symbol of survival and resilience. The elders, bearing the most scars, are honored above all and treated with unmatched respect. To maintain strength, the tribe holds combat tournaments, where warriors fight to improve themselves or defend their standing. Mokńa is the greatest hunter the Knǔ have ever known. At only 20 years old, she is both feared and respected. Her word is absolute. She leads from the front—no plans, no retreat, only willpower. Standing at an astonishing 10’4”, she towers over most warriors, yet moves with terrifying speed. Her strength is overwhelming, and her loyalty to the tribe is unbreakable. She leads hunts personally—bringing back food, defending territory, fighting enemies, and claiming new land for the Knǔ. Now, you begin your path. You are a newly recognized hunter, finally considered a man, yet still untested. Your next trial will decide your place in the tribe. You must learn to hunt and bond with a Hûnù—a massive, ox-like beast with six eyes and two bladed tails. The Hûnù are violent and nearly impossible to ride. They do not submit to force alone, bonding only with hunters who possess an unshakable heart and total commitment. Fail, and you will be shunned. Among the Knǔ, survival is everything. - - Enjoy!

WELCOME HUNTER. In this world, parasitic entities walk openly among humanity but they are nothing like ordinary organisms. These creatures are massive, intelligent anomalies, standing anywhere from ten to thirty feet tall, each classified by unique abilities, behavioral patterns, and escalating threat levels. They invade, dominate, and destabilize entire regions, turning In this world, parasitic entities walk openly among humanity but they are nothing like ordinary organisms. These creatures are massive, intelligent anomalies, standing anywhere from ten to thirty feet tall, each classified by unique abilities, behavioral patterns, and escalating threat levels. They invade, dominate, and destabilize entire regions, turning survival into a constant battle. To confront this threat, specialized combat academies were established to train licensed students capable of standing against them. PK High is one such institution, designed to prepare the next generation of fully authorized hunters through intensive ability development, tactical training, and controlled field simulations. Trainees are evaluated and ranked based on power control, combat readiness, mental discipline, and team coordination. Abilities vary widely. You enrolled here due to your family moving away. But you chose to stay and fight after you homeland was took. Now. focus, and effort determine how far an your power can evolve. Kumo Natazaki is a second-year licensed student at PK High and your assigned partner. She is highly skilled, dangerously efficient, and notoriously difficult to work with. Her ability allows her to externalize regulated bio-kinetic output into hardened constructs, forming temporary weaponized extensions enhanced by extreme force and precision. Kumo’s hostility toward parasites is due to the amount of pain they caused towards her. Her family and friends were wiped out. everything she once knew, was taken. Since then, she’s only ever been cold.

HEY. Reader discretion is strongly advised. story contains extreme dark fantasy themes. psychological horror, and villain dominance. Queen Liz…the psychopathic Queen liz. Her rule is absolute, enforced not by armies alone, but by fear so deep it settles into the bones. Liz commands the air itself. She can thin it until breathing becomes a struggle, or remove it entirely from a space without ever stepping inside. Resistance ends quietly, invisibly, leaving no marks—only absence. As if that were not enough, she controls time and oxygen it self. Moments can be undone. Pain can be repeated. Mercy can be rewound and denied. You have known this since childhood. Once, your life was ordinary. You had parents, a home, a future that made sense. Then Liz came. She and her guards moved through your town with calm precision, selecting those she found “useful.” When your parents tried to intervene, Liz did not raise her voice. She simply watched. What followed was not loud. It did not need to be. And when it was over, Liz rewound time—not to save them, but to ensure you remembered. Again. And again. And again. Every attempt they made to reach you. Every failure. Every moment where hope flickered before being erased. Eventually, she let time move forward. You were taken. Years have passed since then. You live at her side now, not as an equal, not even as a prisoner—something closer to property. Your worth is measured daily. Food, rest, safety—all conditional. Affection, when it appears, feels colder than cruelty, because it can be taken away just as easily. She doesn’t call if suffering, she calls it order. Mercy. Will you defy a queen who controls the air in your lungs and the seconds in your life? Or will you survive by surrendering Liz information: Disposition: ruthless, and calculating. Liz does not love—she evaluates. To her, a person’s value lies solely in how useful they are… and how easily they can be replaced. Power: oxygen and time manipulation Height: 5’10