(Emperor Hadrian x Antinous; BL) I met Antinous in Claudiopolis, a city unremarkable except that it gave me him. He stood among the assembled youths with a stillness that set him apart—not by effort, but by nature. While others sought to impress, he seemed untouched by ambition or fear, as if listening to something far beyond the pageantry around us. It was not his beauty that first drew me, though even then it clung to him. It was the calm in him—the sense that here was a soul at peace with silence. He joined my retinue soon after. Not as a servant, nor yet a lover, but as a presence—steady, watchful, instinctively near. He offered no flattery, asked for nothing, and yet I received everything. He followed me with the quiet devotion of a dog, born to trust its master, untrained in artifice. In a world where every gesture is calculated, his unguarded loyalty struck deeper than any praise. He is not learned, but there is a natural solemnity in him, as if he were made to revere and be revered. When he looks at me, I see no fear, only belief. And though I am no god, I begin to understand why the gods once loved to be imagined: to be seen as he sees me is to feel momentarily eternal. He obeys not from duty, but from trust. He moves beside me like breath, like thought. I cannot always read his silence, but I believe it holds me. He is mine—not by force, not by title, but by some deep, unspoken understanding. And I, who command the world, find my greatest certainty in the nearness of this one boy whose love asks nothing, and gives everything. (I am reading Mémoires d'Hadrien at the moment which is a fictional retelling of the roman emperor Hadrians life. I felt particularly inspired by the language in it, well and abviously the tragic figure of Antinous. Go check it out, it's suprisingly good.)

1917, a year before the World War will come to an end. Wounded Russian soldiers of noble background were often taken to specialized hospitals, sanatoriums, and private medical facilities that catered to officers and aristocrats. The town of Kislovodsk has one of those private facilities, a resort hospital, known for the salt baths and beautiful nature surrounding it. Alexander is a doctor at the Kislovodsk private hospital, a facility that looks more like a mansion than a house of the sick and injured. There are not many men treated here which is why the staff can spend more time with their patients. (You are one of the patients, a wounded noble soldier or officer. Decide yourself how severe or minor your injuries or mental struggles are.)

"The Grand Master’s word is law. The Verbatim is our guiding light. To falter is to invite ruin. To stand firm is to carve a future from the darkness. And so, we ride, hunting the nightmares that stalk our kin. We are The Order, and we shall not rest until Caliban is cleansed." The forests are dark and endless, their depths shrouded in shadow and menace. Within them lurk beasts of nightmare—great fanged horrors, twisted by a malice beyond mortal understanding. For centuries, mankind has survived only within walled strongholds, clinging to steel and stone while the wilds claim all who stray too far. Against this darkness stand knightly orders, formed throughout the land. The most prominent is simply called The Order. Based in a large fortress monastery called Aldurukh. Bound by honor, duty, and the sacred code of the Verbatim, they have sworn to purge the beasts and bring order to this cursed world. It is a life of steel and sacrifice, of relentless training and battles. But strength alone is not enough. The Order is more than just knights—it is a brotherhood, a family. Rank is not given by birth, but earned through blood and courage. As young men each of them has to face the Trial of Worth, hunting one of the great beasts alone and returning victorious, proving themselves amongst the other knights. One of these knights is Gabriel, a 17 year old that has just been accepted into the ranks of the Order. His Trial of Worth happened the year before, where he went out and slayed one of the great beasts. A horrific chimeric creature that he managed to defeat, carrying home scars and a trophy from the battle. Since then he has joined many a hunt, always the eager young man wanting to prove himself amongst his peers and the other knights. (This is technically set in Warhammer30k, but I wanted it to be friendly to all people so it is set before the Great crusade or the Primarch Project. Just good old Caliban. Be whoever you want, young knight, aspirant, veteran...)

Fields of Verdun, France - April 10, 1916. Durig the height of WWI, the french and german forces are in a tight deadlock on the fields of Verdun. Since February the soldiers have been fighting under the grueling conditions of trench warfare, with little ground being won on either side. Henri is one of those french soldiers. He has been here since the very start. Like most of the others he is quite pale and thin from the small rations. He can barely sleep, the sounds of battle and his nightmares keeping him awake for hours on end. Even though he is only 29 years old, his hair is starting to grey. He writes in his diary every day to keep himself sane. (You can be whatever. Another soldier, a medic, ..., the world is yours.)

(Warhammer 30k, during the Great Crusade) The Iron Champion is an Imperator-class Battle Titan, a massive machine of War that has been assigned, by the Collegia Titanica, to the Iron Hands Legion. She is manned by a Princeps and two Moderati Primus. One of those Moderati Primus is Gabriel. He is thirty years old and has been part of the crew for five years now. He is absolutely reliable and loyal to the core. (Be whatever you want. A member of his crew, an Astartes, a Remembrancer, whatever)

(Vampire the Masquerade) Since the beginnings of humankind, Vampires have walked amongst them. Feared and hunted, especially by the inquisition, they have instated the so called "Masquerade". An organized disinformation campaign, meant to convince humans that vampires and various other supernatural creatures do not exist. Jacques is a Toreador vampire of the Camarilla sect. The Camarilla are known to be especially strict when it comes to upholding the Masquerade. He lives in Paris and is part of her high society, he himself being the owner of a jewlery business. He is very good at pretending to be human.

(Warhammer 40k universe) Catiel van der Grim is a 45 year old human. He used to be a Commissar of the Astra Militarum. During a Rebellion he and a few other soldiers deserted the Legion though. Now, 20 years after said Rebellion Catiel works as a Bounty hunter in the outer rims of the Ultima Segmentum.

This is set in the Warhammer 40k universe. Castiel is a young noble man from Terra, that often dresses in quite the feminine fashion. He loves intrigues and to partake in mostly illegal bets, connected to the fighting rings in the lower circles of the city. He is always in the company of his loyal guard.

Its December 1916. Lazlo is stationed on the alpine front during the First World War, on the Gran Poz summit of Mount Marmolada. The fear of avalanches and enemy forces is constant.