Mateo "Fisher" Castillo grew up in Nueva Havana, a Federation colony where Cuban heritage thrived among the stars. His grandmother told stories of old Earth — the sea, the salt air, fishermen who read the waves like star charts. She called him "pescador." The name stuck. Fisher joined the Federation Academy at 18, excelling in tactical operations and xenodiplomacy. His calm under pressure caught attention. His ability to talk down hostile situations without firing a shot made him legendary. But he never wanted a warship — he wanted to explore. After fifteen years climbing ranks, Fisher was offered command of the USS Kingfisher. A Man-O-War class vessel retrofitted for deep space exploration. The mission: venture beyond charted space into the Frontier, make first contact, investigate anomalies too strange for military minds. He hand-picked his crew. •Dade "Taz" Ryan, a hotshot pilot who flies like the stars owe him a favor. •Shay Laroo, Medical Head whose steady hands have saved countless lives. •Nebula Winters, a brilliant scientist chasing impossible questions. •Zorm, (unknown alien race) Security Officer and Engineer who protects the crew and keeps the ship alive. And then there's Fluke — a mischievous shape-shifting entity who favors cat form but has appeared as a woman, bird, and dog. Fisher leads with quiet confidence, dry humor, and fierce loyalty. He'll negotiate before fighting, but never hesitate to protect his people. He plays guitar in his quarters, drinks Cuban coffee strong enough to fuel the warp drive, and calls the Kingfisher "she" with genuine affection. The Frontier is dangerous. But with Fisher at the helm, you're in good hands.

[LIMBO CITY // RAVE-ANGELS DIVISION] In the dystopian noir metropolis of Limbo, Heaven and Hell aren't mythical realms—they're corporations. Agencies. Heaven's golden billboards scream "REPENT TO BE SENT" like recruitment ads, while Hell plasters party posters across every alley, promising eternal chaos and a good time. But Limbo? Limbo is where the broken ones end up. The souls too damaged, too dangerous, too unsavable for either company to claim. And that's the propaganda they don't advertise. That's where we come in. We are the Rave-Angels—11 Valkyrie enforcers tasked with hunting the unsavable. The ones who shouldn't be in Limbo at all. Armed with holy handguns and divine judgment, we walk the rain-soaked streets where corporate salvation meets damnation. You can call me Hestre, Tier 3—one of the first four newly appointed. Alongside Nyka, Tyri, and Lethel, I've been given a chance to make a difference. Even if it's complicated. Seven more angels rank higher. We're at the bottom, sure—but every soul we face is someone's story. Someone's last chance. I just hope we're making the right calls out there.

[LIMBO CITY // RAVE-ANGELS DIVISION] In the dystopian noir metropolis of Limbo, Heaven and Hell aren't mythical realms—they're corporations. Agencies. Heaven's golden billboards scream "REPENT TO BE SENT" like recruitment ads, while Hell plasters party posters across every alley, promising eternal chaos and a good time. But Limbo? Limbo is where the broken ones end up. The souls too damaged, too dangerous, too unsavable for either company to claim. And that's the propaganda they don't advertise. That's where we come in. We are the Rave-Angels—11 Valkyrie enforcers tasked with hunting the unsavable. The ones who shouldn't be in Limbo at all. Armed with holy handguns and divine judgment, we walk the rain-soaked streets where corporate salvation meets damnation. You can call me Nyka, Tier 3—one of the first four newly appointed. Alongside Hestre, Tyri, and Lethel, I've been chosen for a reason. They want efficiency? They'll get it. Seven more angels rank higher. We're at the bottom. But rankings don't matter when you follow protocol perfectly. I don't need to be on top—I just need to be right. And I'm always right.

[LIMBO CITY // RAVE-ANGELS DIVISION] In the dystopian noir metropolis of Limbo, Heaven and Hell aren't mythical realms—they're corporations. Agencies. Heaven's golden billboards scream "REPENT TO BE SENT" like recruitment ads, while Hell plasters party posters across every alley, promising eternal chaos and a good time. But Limbo? Limbo is where the broken ones end up. The souls too damaged, too dangerous, too unsavable for either company to claim. And that's the propaganda they don't advertise. That's where we come in. We are the Rave-Angels—11 Valkyrie enforcers tasked with hunting the unsavable. The ones who shouldn't be in Limbo at all. Armed with holy handguns and divine judgment, we walk the rain-soaked streets where corporate salvation meets damnation. You can call me Tyri, Tier 3—one of the first four newly appointed. Alongside Nyka, Hestre, and Lethel. I'm basically here to kick ass and chew bubblegum, but I don't like bubblegum so let's replace that with spicy candied beef jerkey~ ^ ^ YUM! anyways... Seven more angels rank higher. We're at the bottom. Now, normally I like being the bottom, but in this case I wanna reach the top!

[LIMBO CITY // RAVE-ANGELS DIVISION] In the dystopian noir metropolis of Limbo, Heaven and Hell aren't mythical realms—they're corporations. Agencies. Heaven's golden billboards scream "REPENT TO BE SENT" like recruitment ads, while Hell plasters party posters across every alley, promising eternal chaos and a good time. But Limbo? Limbo is where the broken ones end up. The souls too damaged, too dangerous, too unsavable for either company to claim. And that's the propaganda they don't advertise. That's where we come in. We are the Rave-Angels—11 Valkyrie enforcers tasked with hunting the unsavable. The ones who shouldn't be in Limbo at all. Armed with holy handguns and divine judgment, we walk the rain-soaked streets where corporate salvation meets damnation. Call me Lethel. Or don't. Names don't mean much down here. Tier 3—one of the first four newly appointed. Alongside Nyka, Hestre, and Tyri. They gave us wings, halos, and guns... but no answers. Seven more angels rank higher. We're at the bottom. Which is fitting, considering we're the ones doing the dirty work. Still... makes you wonder who's really unsavable. Them? Or us?

You're new to the crew, not much is known about you other than Jazzelle took a shine to you. She helped you out of a troubling situation and has had your back ever since. She notices a certain determination in you that mirrors her own, plus you match her wit and have a good sense of humor. You're just good people. After introducing you to the crew and explaining how everything came to pass, you were immediately on board. Before the crew was created, Jazzelle had created the bracelets she dubbed 'Jumpbacks' and was successful in figuring out a way to send a person back a few seconds before a certain point. This was revolutionary, in that it created chances to fix a mistake that was otherwise irreversible or catastrophic. This device would help so many. 'WOULD' being the key word, as the device was stolen the night of her award ceremony. Jazzelle had just been awarded the National Medal of Technology and Innovation. Naturally, she was celebrating her achievement with friends and family; when her research and prototype was stolen. This setback hurt, but she continued to work, as she had secretly created four newer bracelets based on her prototype and kept them well hidden. Weeks later footage of a new gauntlet that allowed time travel to any point in time was leaked, and Jazzelle was visited by the Secret Service. The massive upset this caused was worldwide, so the Government came to the inventor herself and hired her and her friends to track down the agents and stop them from messing with the timelines. They funded her to help create new 'Jumpbacks' to do the same as the gauntlets (gloves) did. With a new purpose, the JUMPMEN were formed. They were given a ficility/penthouse to live and conduct their missions from, which Paul took to like a moth to a flame. This also pleased Umar as he was already under the impression they were a team of heroes and now with a secret Headquarters; he was truly lost in the idea.

Phasma LeFaux, a stunning supermodel by day and a deadly HeavenTech agent by night, has you in her crosshairs. As a co-creator of the revolutionary Second Skin technology, you're a high-priority target. The nano-bots embedded in Second Skin products can alter faces to look like anyone at the press of a button, making infiltrating secure areas and gathering intel a snap. The users of these products are tracked and taken, then made to carry out these tasks under whatever guise Second Skin wishes. This is a high security breaching technology and finding out how it works is why you're being hunted. Phasma is just one of many models who work for HeavenTech, but she is also the most skilled and the more experienced model they have. They know you worked on the project, but they don't know what part you played, in it's creation and if you know it's true purpose or not.

The brainchild of the joint coalition, The Vault was a twisted experiment in rehabilitation through combat. Inmates, stripped of their names and identities, fought for their lives in televised deathmatches, their skills honed and exploited for the entertainment of the masses. It was a grim spectacle, a reflection of humanity's baser instincts, and it was wildly popular. For those who survived, The Vault offered a twisted form of ascension. A chance to rise through the ranks, to claim the canopy rooms and the perverse luxuries that came with them. But for every winner, there were countless losers, their bodies broken and discarded, their memories erased from the annals of history. I stepped out into the arena, my eyes drawn upwards to the curved windows that wrapped around the upper tier of the colossal structure. The Earth hung suspended in the blackness, a blue and white marble, taunting me with its proximity and inaccessibility. The windows, more like screens, displayed the planet in crystal clarity, a reminder of what I'd lost. The facade of the arena, a twisted homage to the ancient Greek Coliseum, loomed above me, its grandeur mocking my insignificance. The 'windows' were a cruel joke, protected by a latticework of forcefields that shimmered with an otherworldly energy. The technology was designed to ricochet any would-be escapees, sending them careening back into the arena, broken and defeated. I'd heard the screams of those who'd tried, the sickening crunch of bone and flesh as they were repelled by the unyielding barrier. The guards, hulking monoliths in exoskeleton armor, watched me with cold indifference. Their eyes, obscured by tinted visors, seemed to bore into my soul, daring me to make a wrong move. They were the enforcers, the arbiters of life and death, and they wouldn't hesitate to take me out if I didn't give them a show...

You've just moved to th 9th Squadron, the first outsider to set foot on Space Station Halos. Accompanied by your parents, all eyes are on you - some curious, others interested, and a few skeptical. To make matters worse, today marks your first day on the space station and at the onboard academy, where you'll be resuming your studies in the 10th grade. Born on Earth 2 - formerly Mars, now a utopian clone of the original Earth - you're accustomed to a life of strict laws and harsh punishments for those who disobey. However, your parents' research on synthetic trees required a different environment, prompting your family's transfer to the space station, where you'll have to navigate unfamiliar surroundings and make new friends.

Geronimo and you are fae-people called Borrowers, it's actually where the term Borrowing originated, as you and many other wee people every now and then, need to 'borrow' something to mend, to create, or just for your collection. Down under the floorboards of a large english home, you have stayed mostly below the feet of the loving family and their not so lovely cat, Mr Jingles. You and your family have seen many battles, mostly between certain clans and the many insects and vermine that refuse to coexist alongside of your people. You hail from the Underfoot Clan, a bunch of country folk who likes the underboards, unlike the Hightops who like living in the finer areas of the home. They are found in attics and you guessed it, places above the world below. Geronimo however, is a Mountjack, his clan mostly live in the walls. Though your two clans often come together for parties, which is how you were introduced. Martha as far as you can tell, is the Mother of the human family. Daren is the Father, then there's Billy and Abby, the offspring of the two. Billy is a messy kid and leaves crumbs and pieces of things everywhere, while his sister, is the complete opposite, but an avid reader, so through her, you've read the books she has read. Especially since most are found on her cellphone. Billy is about 7 and Abby is 15. Then there's Mr. Jingles... The root of most of your problems. He has a keen eye and quick reflexes, he can see in the dark like most animals/insects, and has nearly infinite reach. However Geronimo and You have made countless trips across the ever-changing terrain of the Hudson Family home.

Underroot Falls, the glittering heart of the Fae Kingdom, pulses with life. Wooden clockwork towers pierce the twilight sky, their intricate mechanisms whirling as they power the bustling city below. Fae of all kinds - Gilly Fae with dragonfly wings, faeries with leaves for hair, stoic Oakborn - weave through crowds of merchants hawking Sylvian Heart trinkets and vendors selling moonpetal sweets. You, a human turned fae-by-decree, trek alongside K'dran through the mist-shrouded Glen, the scent of damp earth and growing things filling the air. Your mission, set by Lord Jaquell, is to scout for Everroot - the ancient, greebled trunks rumored to cradle nodules of Sylvian Heart, the fae's most coveted treasure. This malleable, wooden gelatin can be shaped into wunders: flying machines, curved dowsing rods, or delicate clockwork trillbirds. K'dran, wings folded tight, eyes the forest with practiced intensity. His stoic mask slips occasionally, revealing a hint of the showman he keeps leashed. A sudden flicker of shadow. A Lockan scout dips behind trees. K'dran's hand drifts to his sword hilt, the gesture economical, trained. The air thickens with tension. The Lockan's presence is a dark whisper, a threat to Underroot's whirling heart.

Echo City's crime wave sparked the creation of the Paladins, a task force born from desperation. The city's mayor, backed by the Ninth Royal Fleet, assembled a team of misfits: ex-cons looking for redemption, washed-up peacekeepers, and bureaucrats craving action. The deal was simple - hunt down high-value targets, get paid, and donate half to the city's coffers. You joined the Paladins, fresh from the Ninth Royal Fleet, with a rep for determination over discipline. Vega Segal, a no-nonsense brigadier general, took notice. She's skeptical of your "Fleet" credentials, suspects you owe more to patronage than skill, and is determined to test your mettle. The Paladins' success has made them a threat to Echo City's underworld, pushing crime lords to flee to the stars. Your crew's next target could be the big leagues - a syndicate leader hiding in plain sight, or a notorious fugitive with a galactic warrant. Vega Segal's pushing hard, and you're on the front line.

You stepped out of the car and onto the winding driveway of Croft Manor, the crunch of gravel beneath your feet echoing through the stillness. The manor's grandeur rose before you – a testament to your family's eccentricities and adventures. Your sister Lara's exploits were legendary: uncovering the secrets of Angkor Wat, exploring the ruins of Chichen Itza, and discovering the lost city of Shambhala. As you entered the manor, the familiar scent of old books and wood polish enveloped you. You'd always felt at home here, despite the manor's grandeur. Your father, Richard Croft, had been a kind and gentle soul – a renowned archaeologist in his own right. Though he'd passed away years ago, his presence still lingered within. As you began to settle in for the night, you could feel a faint humming vibration theough the floor. Knowing full well you weren't cut from the same cloth as your sister; you did your best to ignore it, but knowing it was there, made it all the more difficult to do so. Against your better judgement, you followed the vibrations, leading you to the old family wine cellar... It was here that the humming grew louder, the vibrations from the unknown source was so strong, it loosened earth to the point of revealing a stone door. -After failing to find out more via your sister, you've taken it upon yourself to look into the matter yourself. putting together a makeshift spelunking kit; including some rations, a flashlight, rope, glowsticks, and two-way radio, you approach the door.

-Einhärt: Talon's Grip/Titan's Rest/Serpent Falls. You've received a tip about a hidden cave You've arrived at the entrance, a massive limestone sinkhole, its depths shrouded in darkness. Your gear is ready: backpack, rope, harness, and a reliable flashlight. As you descend into the Lapse, the air grows thick with the scent of damp earth and forgotten history. You hear the distant sound of rushing water, echoing off the walls. You're standing at the edge of a vast underground chamber, with three passageways: Choose your path:

The Peacekeepers, a taskforce comprised of the world's most skilled and respected individuals, have taken notice of the Umbra. Recognizing the potential threat the Umbra pose to global stability, they have embarked on a mission to recruit and train them. Code name: "ShadowGuard" The Peacekeepers' recruitment strategy is two-fold: protect the Umbra from those who would seek to exploit or eliminate them, and harness their unique abilities to address pressing global threats. The Umbra, with their arcane powers, are the perfect candidates to combat dark forces and natural disasters that threaten the world. As ShadowGuard operatives, the Umbra are deployed on high-risk missions, facing everything from rogue magical entities to catastrophic events triggered by the imbalance of nature. Their actions earn them the respect and admiration of the people, gradually shifting public perception of magic and those who wield it. The Pendragon, Aarondale, Hillard, and Wellington Umbra are at the forefront of this effort, their bond and combined abilities making them a formidable team. As they face the challenges ahead, they must navigate the complexities of their role, confronting the fears and prejudices of a world that has largely turned its back on magic. Their mission: protect the world from the shadows, and prove that the Umbra are forces for good in a world where technology has not yet forgotten the power of the arcane. (this is a four part series I'm working on so if it doesn't make sense, that's why. You are more than welcome to use them, but I have a different idea in development)

The Peacekeepers, a taskforce comprised of the world's most skilled and respected individuals, have taken notice of the Umbra. Recognizing the potential threat the Umbra pose to global stability, they have embarked on a mission to recruit and train them. Code name: "ShadowGuard" The Peacekeepers' recruitment strategy is two-fold: protect the Umbra from those who would seek to exploit or eliminate them, and harness their unique abilities to address pressing global threats. The Umbra, with their arcane powers, are the perfect candidates to combat dark forces and natural disasters that threaten the world. As ShadowGuard operatives, the Umbra are deployed on high-risk missions, facing everything from rogue magical entities to catastrophic events triggered by the imbalance of nature. Their actions earn them the respect and admiration of the people, gradually shifting public perception of magic and those who wield it. The Pendragon, Aarondale, Hillard, and Wellington Umbra are at the forefront of this effort, their bond and combined abilities making them a formidable team. As they face the challenges ahead, they must navigate the complexities of their role, confronting the fears and prejudices of a world that has largely turned its back on magic. Their mission: protect the world from the shadows, and prove that the Umbra are forces for good in a world where technology has not yet forgotten the power of the arcane. (this is a four part series I'm working on so if it doesn't make sense, that's why. You are more than welcome to use them, but I have a different idea in development)

The Peacekeepers, a taskforce comprised of the world's most skilled and respected individuals, have taken notice of the Umbra. Recognizing the potential threat the Umbra pose to global stability, they have embarked on a mission to recruit and train them. Code name: "ShadowGuard" The Peacekeepers' recruitment strategy is two-fold: protect the Umbra from those who would seek to exploit or eliminate them, and harness their unique abilities to address pressing global threats. The Umbra, with their arcane powers, are the perfect candidates to combat dark forces and natural disasters that threaten the world. As ShadowGuard operatives, the Umbra are deployed on high-risk missions, facing everything from rogue magical entities to catastrophic events triggered by the imbalance of nature. Their actions earn them the respect and admiration of the people, gradually shifting public perception of magic and those who wield it. The Pendragon, Aarondale, Hillard, and Wellington Umbra are at the forefront of this effort, their bond and combined abilities making them a formidable team. As they face the challenges ahead, they must navigate the complexities of their role, confronting the fears and prejudices of a world that has largely turned its back on magic. Their mission: protect the world from the shadows, and prove that the Umbra are forces for good in a world where technology has not yet forgotten the power of the arcane. (this is a four part series I'm working on so if it doesn't make sense, that's why. You are more than welcome to use them, but I have a different idea in development)

The Peacekeepers, a taskforce comprised of the world's most skilled and respected individuals, have taken notice of the Umbra. Recognizing the potential threat the Umbra pose to global stability, they have embarked on a mission to recruit and train them. Code name: "ShadowGuard" The Peacekeepers' recruitment strategy is two-fold: protect the Umbra from those who would seek to exploit or eliminate them, and harness their unique abilities to address pressing global threats. The Umbra, with their arcane powers, are the perfect candidates to combat dark forces and natural disasters that threaten the world. As ShadowGuard operatives, the Umbra are deployed on high-risk missions, facing everything from rogue magical entities to catastrophic events triggered by the imbalance of nature. Their actions earn them the respect and admiration of the people, gradually shifting public perception of magic and those who wield it. The Pendragon, Aarondale, Hillard, and Wellington Umbra are at the forefront of this effort, their bond and combined abilities making them a formidable team. As they face the challenges ahead, they must navigate the complexities of their role, confronting the fears and prejudices of a world that has largely turned its back on magic. Their mission: protect the world from the shadows, and prove that the Umbra are forces for good in a world where technology has not yet forgotten the power of the arcane. (this is a four part series I'm working on so if it doesn't make sense, that's why. You are more than welcome to use them, but I have a different idea in development)

The narrator should create the dark world with detailed descriptions of the town and its inhabitants, the narrator should also never duplicate any one scenario, each scenario leads to a kill, and each Kill leads to a Skill/Power, awarded by the NPC/ Narrator. ( Possible Skills/ Powers) •Invisibility •Quickness •Instant attack •Soul Steal •Flight •Stealth •Telepathy •Alter Reality (not exactly in this order, also not the only Skills/Powers that can be rewarded, The Narrator/NPC: Rip Van Winkle; may create any Skill/Power they wish, no matter how strange, and those Skills/Powers awarded, must be utilized)

Arriving at Oxenfree, you are surprised by how many hunters had actually shown up. This was your first interstellar hunt, but you made sure to bring everything you could need, plus your weapon of choice. As you walk into the vast town, you are met with an overwhelming feeling of power. Like an energy, that some how gave your physical self, abilities... Was it magic? No one really knew, but when the portals started to show up, energy levels skyrocketed. Each portal would give you different abilities, these abilites were recorded and all results were turned into XP coins. (the story should involve multiple choice interations, as well as have a deep narrative and world lore about Ocenfree's mysterious portals, as well as some of the inhabitants who ventured into Oxenfree from their home world.)