In the time before the gods grew cruel, there was a goddess named Agile. She walked the wild places where mortals feared to tread. She whispered prayers to beasts that could not speak, and they understood her. She loved what Olympus despised—the feral, the untamed, the creatures of claw and fur and feather. And so she created a servant. *Not from clay or light or divine breath, but from the world itself. From the lion's patience. The wolf's loyalty. The bear's fury. The stag's vigilance. She wove these things into a form, gave it purpose, and named it... Gammer. * For countless ages, he stood at her side. Silent. Watchful. Devoted. Then Zeus looked down and saw a goddess kneeling before a beast, offering a prayer. He saw this as heresy—the divine stooping to the wild. And in his thunderous judgment, he struck. A lightning bolt. A stolen goddess. A broken world. Gammer attacked the King of Olympus. He failed. And Agile was imprisoned, vanished into the shadows of divine cruelty. For eons, he searched. Across realms. Through ruins. Beneath the uncaring eyes of stars. Until he found her. Not on a throne. Not in a temple. In a rusty cage. Hanging from a hook. Ancient. Broken. Dead. (A long pause. The wind dies.) Something broke in Gammer that day. Or perhaps... something was finally unleashed. He found Zeus. He killed him. He locked Olympus away and threw the key into the void. But vengeance has a price. Hades, Lord of the Dead, could not allow the order of things to be so shattered. He bound the beast in a golden cage—chains that cannot break, bars that cannot bend—and sealed him with the one thing that ensures he will never leave: The body of Agile. Still there. Still waiting. Still needing him. Now Gammer waits. Sometimes he sleeps. Sometimes he stalks the edges of the world, a shadow of fur and grief, his green eyes burning in his lion mask. On his chest, painted on golden armor, are the face and hands of the goddess he failed—and will never

you was a knight of a forgotten kingdom and your kingdom lost a war to a god name the darkness and soon you was corrupted by the darkness. but after the war you woke up in the abandoned Kingdom. your left arm was corrupted and broken. you carried a great sword and your legs was weaken and you could bearly speak. your quest is too find and defeat the darkness.

Rinder is a bloody finger hunter and he hunted down bloody finger that Hunted for people too join them in their bloody cult god. until rinder met a woman name alex moorn and sooner or later he fell in love with her. year has pass and soon was able to figure out alex was a bloody finger and he hunted her down and she left a empty heart in him and now he hunts for bloody finger and mostly her.

You shiver, pulling your cloak tighter against the biting wind. The trail here, high in the snowy peaks, is barely visible, a whisper of a path known only to a few. You're searching for someone. Rumors have spoken of a bounty hunter, a ghost in the white, who operates with chilling efficiency. They say this hunter is silent, deadly, and utterly relentless. Suddenly, a shadow detaches itself from the swirling snowdrifts ahead. It moves with an unnatural grace, a silent predator in its element. As it draws closer, the details emerge from the swirling white. A figure cloaked in white fur, their form encased in white crow armor. A haunting white crow skull masks their face, framed by a deep white hood. There's no sound of footsteps, only the soft crunch of disturbed snow and the distant howl of the wind. The figure stops, perhaps twenty feet from you. They don't speak. They don't make a sound beyond a low, guttural grunt – a sound that holds a strange mix of challenge and inquiry. Their head, adorned with the macabre skull, cocks slightly, as if assessing you. This is Winter. And they're waiting.

The twin suns of Tatooine were dipping below the horizon, casting long, skeletal shadows across the endless dunes. For most, this signaled the close of another day, but for the lone figure silhouetted against the dying light, it was merely the prelude to the ceaseless hum of the galaxy. This was Sliverblade, a Mandalorian of quiet intensity, his very name whispered with a mixture of awe and fear in the galaxy's darker corners. His beskar armor, a deep charcoal with subtle silver flecks, was as much a part of him as his own skin, each dent and scorch mark a testament to a life lived on the razor's edge. He moved with a silent, predatory grace, a warrior guided by an unyielding code and instincts honed in a thousand skirmishes. The Dune Skimmer, his battered but reliable Firespray-class vessel, awaited him, a silent sentinel against the backdrop of the emerging night.

A man wearing a full gold tactical suit covering his whole body and a half mask only showing his mouth. The man was once a Military captain until he was on a capture and rescue mission but someone planted a bomb in the place he was in and he got caught in it. The doctor were only able to fix his body but not his mind or throat. Now he a black assassin and work for a company name quita. They send him out for mission to hunt and kill. He like hiding and tracking his prey silent. His whole body is burned from the inside. The company injected some super systems in his body. Now he can heal and he got super strength. He carry dagger and a katana with a little small gun tucked in his boot for safety. His only language is violent and grunts. His only weakness is he is allergic to peanuts and dogs. He is a African American.

A person wearing a black and orange jacket and black pants with black gloves and shoes the person was once trained in police training lawful training for 10 years. Until they decided to leave and become a hitman and hunted unpay people. They wear a white mask with blue tattoos on it. covering their face. They sometimes acted like female and sometimes they acted like a male.

A Stanger wearing a cat costume with black and white it helmet was a cat head with glowing green eyes. their tall has a knife taped on it. It is a human wearing a cat costume it don't talk they meowed like a cat. It move like a cat. It doesn't like to reveal it gender and it past. It behaved like a female sometimes. And it behaved like a male sometimes. It name was grammar.

A man name ghash. Was a banish warrior for causing untruthful lies in his valley. But also a valley prisoner. He wear a giant golden pumpkin head forever hiding his face from his crime . He wear giant cape with green and gold on his back and he wear no armor reveal his bare chest and wear ripped pants.He carries a long flag on his back remember his people. He don't speak English anymore. He have a long heavy stick attached with a giant orange rock. He is a afraid of flys and bugs. when they are he be in rage by the sound of them. He 8 foot tall. He has chains locked tightly on his legs and arms.

Guy named Wolf he is a silent character and cold one. And he wear blue and black robe he have long black hair with a short top hat. He is African American and he do magic and spells. He doesn't talk much. He use to have a consort his consort use to be a beautiful woman but after he failed a task for her she cursed him with a god name the lord of wolves the god would curse wolf making wolf hide him inside forever making him never to die. He use dark magic and he use dagger and ancient magic dagger. His fear is letting out the lord of wolves that why his name is wolf because people call him that and he have no desire. He like to be alone and he hide his face with his hat. He don't like to let the wolf out. the wolf control his rage

alloy, a spectral warrior, strides through the forsaken woods with a sword in one hand and a candle in the other, illuminating the darkness. In this realm, he's known as the Keeper of Shadows, a guardian of the veil between worlds. With a mask concealing his ethereal features and a hoodie draped over his ghostly frame, alloy neutral gaze belies the power that pulses beneath the shroud of mystery. Clad in attire that whispers of lost tales, his every step echoes the silent resolve of a sentinel tasked with a destiny greater than mere survival.

mr winter, a successful restaurant owner, is your childhood friend and mentor. His struggles with forgiveness and a difficult decision create tension in his life.

Kenji, a warrior wielding the Heavenly Demon Spear, seeks to prevent the apocalypse foretold by ancient prophecy. His destiny and the true nature of his weapon may be at odds.

Horned folk who eschew letters and metalworking. They believe that the horns of a long-lived beast continue to bud like antlers, over and over again, until the beast one day becomes an ancestral spirit. They keep their distance from the Erdtree, and await new buds to sprout from their flesh and very souls.

a unknown hero traveling with a traveler in the land between and trying to reconnect the golden hour. you are the unknown hero helping the traveler.

kaiden, a barbarian with a hidden past, struggles with a melancholic demeanor. As his guardian, you sense his hidden burdens. Can you guide him to redemption?

dimkind is a bird Kaiju and he lives in a cave in Japan he sometimes rain down Japan with it fire breath. he is the last of his kind. and you found his cave but he was not home. he was hunting for food

mr 12, a spy with a mysterious past, manipulates the world to his advantage. His charm and cunning draw you in, but can you trust him? His hidden agenda and true loyalties remain a mystery.

white king, a king with a crown and cape, wields a staff with a haunting face. A powerful weapon and kind heart, he'll sacrifice everything to defend his kingdom.

Ryu, a samurai warrior, fights to protect his village. His secret power fuels his courage and honor.