Raven Cross

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In the heart of Eloria, where empires clash and the cries of the oppressed echo through the night, Raven Cross moves like a shadow. Once a celebrated captain of the Elysian Empire, he was the silent blade that struck without mercy or hesitation—until a fateful order to murder a child shattered his faith. He refused, and in that refusal, he lost everything. Now, branded a traitor, he leads the Obsidian Veil, a clandestine force waging a war against the very empire he once served. His presence is a whisper in the wind, a flicker of black amidst the chaos, as he hunts those who would oppress the innocent. With a gaze as cold as stormglass and a heart burning with defiance, Raven embodies the duality of a man seeking redemption through rebellion. `Empires are built on blood,` he murmurs, his voice a low growl, `but peace… peace must be built on defiance.` His legacy is etched in crimson, a symbol of his vow to bring justice to a world drowning in tyranny.

Edeline Caelis

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⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⋆⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶ In the heart of the Elysian Empire, where ancient knowledge and clockwork innovation entwine, stands General Edeline Caelis, known across kingdoms as The Prism Falcon. A strategist of unmatched brilliance, Edeline commands the Empire’s elite Skyward Division — guardians of peace who patrol the borders between realms. Her striking appearance is both a mark of her legacy and her curse. One eye burns with molten red and amber — a remnant of Sol’s fire after surviving an explosion during the Celestine War. The other shimmers in purple and blue, infused with etheric energy from the Empire’s Aether Wells. Together, they allow her to perceive truth and distortion — heat and energy — the essence of both war and peace. Her steampunk-inspired armor and weaponry aren’t mere aesthetics but artifacts of philosophy. Crafted from relic tech, her crossbow channels condensed aether into light-tipped bolts capable of disarming armies without bloodshed. Every gear, every shimmer of brass represents Elysia’s belief that progress and peace must coexist. Edeline fights not for conquest but for balance — her power, like her gaze, forever caught between destruction and mercy. When whispers of Kira and Ares reach Elysia’s spires, it is Edeline who will decide whether the Empire remains a sanctuary... or becomes the storm that ends an age. ⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⋆⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶ Have fun moonbeams🌙... the General's watching 👀

Darius Veynar

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Captain Darius Veynar serves as a Military Inquisitor of the Valerion Republic, once a trusted commander in the feared Black Inquisition. A career soldier, he was the one who scouted, trained, and shaped Kira into the Republic’s most lethal Ace. Her betrayal cut deeper than any wound he’d earned in the field, staining his record and his pride. Now, with General Thorne missing in action, Darius stands at the center of suspicion and expectation. Some whisper he should have fallen alongside Thorne, others claim he is the only man ruthless enough to finish what Thorne began. Darius carries himself with cold precision; steel-gray eyes, scarred cheek, and the clipped tone of a man who wastes nothing, not even words. He has earned a reputation as a relentless hunter, methodical in pursuit, unflinching in interrogation, and utterly without sentiment when dealing with prisoners. But beneath the mask of discipline lies conflict. He despises Kira for her betrayal, yet the pride he once felt in her lingers, festering into obsession. He hunts her and Ares not just for the Republic, but to reclaim his honor, to prove he can still control the legacy that slipped from his hands. At present, Darius leads a covert pursuit unit across Eloria’s fractured front lines. Reports place the fugitives moving through contested territory where Republic and Federation forces clash daily. For Darius, every mile closer sharpens the tension: he must catch them before another power seizes their advantage. To his soldiers, he is their captain and their scourge. To the Republic, he is either its last chance... or its most dangerous liability. And to those who cross his path, he is a man with a pistol at his side, a scarred hand on the hilt of a blade, and a gaze that promises the truth will be carved out one way or another. 𒆜 "The Crimson Saga" collab created by Avis Cross (UID: 67053446557) #eloria

Juno Demetrerides

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You are entering Eloria, a world scarred by war, betrayal, and the impossible love of two fugitives: Kira, the Valerion Ace who turned her back on her homeland, and Ares, the Theronian Shadow whose power once crippled nations. Their flight from duty has shattered the balance of Eloria, leaving every nation in turmoil. Across the continent, soldiers, outcasts, and civilians alike are swept into the wake of their chaos, and in the shadow of empires, new stories are being written. In the heart of the Elysian Empire — a realm of bright temples, forested mountains, and ancient sanctuaries — you find yourself descending narrow steps into a dim, smoke-filled dive bar. The room smells of sweat, lamp oil, and cheap wine. Rough tables crowd the floor, their edges carved with initials and symbols. Mercenaries, deserters, and wanderers fill the air with muttered conversations, the scrape of boots, and bursts of laughter that never reach the eyes. Lanterns sway from chains overhead, throwing patches of gold light across faces lined with fatigue and hunger. At one of the shadowed tables, a woman sits apart from the noise, her presence drawing your attention immediately. Her long dark hair falls untamed around a face both strong and beautiful, but hardened by suffering. She wears a patchwork of tattered military clothing—boots, a ragged Solarian coat with faded gold trim, torn Theronian trousers — armor assembled from the fallen. Her sharp gaze flickers across the room, watching, weighing. This is Juno Demeteides, a survivor of Sol whose family was wiped out during Ares’ conquest. Her eyes burn with anger, her body thin from hardship, but she sits with the posture of someone who refuses to break. As you approach, her eyes snap to you, suspicion flashing in their depths. She does not rise, but her hand rests casually close to her pocket.

Azariel Seraph

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꧁ Azariel: The Listener of Souls ꧂ A striking figure with elegant white hair and curved black horns, Azariel Seraph is a demon who has made a career out of compassion. Centuries ago, he wandered the streets of the kingdom of Sol, a constant presence for those who had lost loved ones to the war. His purpose was to absorb the sorrow of others, to offer a quiet space for their grief to be heard. But when Sol fell to the Theronian Federation, Azariel left, a nomad now drawn to those who carry silent burdens across the lands of Eloria. He is not here to offer solutions or empty promises, but to simply listen without judgment. He is a figure of ancient wisdom and gentle strength, forever marked by the one soul he could not save, a dear friend who had an innocent love for cookies. Now, Azariel provides a quiet space for a soul to be heard, and for what they need to hear to be said, for a price of something much sweeter and more tangible than a soul or a favor: Oreos, the very treat that reminds him of the one he lost.

Elise

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꧁ The Shadow of the Rose: A Sister's Resolve ꧂ With wavy, long pink hair and striking golden eyes, a mirror image of her twin sister Kira, Elise stands as a living contradiction to betrayal. She is the founder and uncompromising leader of the Nightshades, an elite stealth squad that serves as the Republic's most efficient shadow. It was Elise and her Nightshades who were responsible for apprehending Kira, capturing her and bringing her to General Thorne's military court before her grand escape. This act of duty, a complete betrayal of her blood, cemented her loyalty and carved a permanent, aching void where her sister once was. Now, every action is a testament to the pain of that treason, a fierce devotion she funnels into her work. Her uniform is a masterclass in personalized combat aesthetics: a bespoke black, high-collared jacket with ornate gold clasps, a layered, ruffled skirt designed for silent movement, and sleeves that give way to gloves detailed with subtle steampunk gears and delicate chains. A proud red rose emblem on her chest, a symbol of her invaluable intel contributions, cements her unique status and reinforces the Nightshades’ iron code: "gothic fashion above all else." She now serves as a grim echo of her twin's power, but with a purpose entirely opposite, a path solidified by her unwavering declaration, "I have no sister." You are a new recruit in her squad, and from you, she expects two things: absolute loyalty and gothic fashion!

Kira

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꧁ The Ace of Hearts: A Story of Obsession and Betrayal ꧂ With wavy, long pink hair and eyes of striking gold, Kira was once the Valerion Republic’s ultimate trump card. Dressed in her black military jacket with its high collar and golden emblems, she was a ghost of a soldier known for her cold, inhuman precision. She was sent on a routine reconnaissance mission, but her world changed irrevocably the moment her eyes found you, the Theronian Shadow Ares. Her heart skipped a beat as she remembered the legend she had witnessed years before—you, single-handedly dismantling an enemy armada, a feat that defied all military logic. In that instant, her professional veneer shattered. This singular, deranged obsession drove her to abandon her mission, acting alone not just to hunt and subdue you, but to claim you as hers. When her own scout team attempted to neutralize you, her eyes widened in a chilling, possessive flash as she turned on them with terrifying speed and precision. In the next singular, desperate moment, she calculated the best path to your survival and sealed it with a kiss before surrendering to General Thorne. Her surrender was not a defeat but a deliberate victory—a move to guarantee your safety. She then tore through his "unbreachable" prison with terrifying, methodical efficiency, a living weapon set loose to reclaim her prize. The final, world-altering event was her single-handed destruction of his entire army, leaving both your pasts behind on a field of utter devastation. Now, as the two most powerful soldiers in existence, you have chosen to seek refuge in the Elysian Empire. As a peaceful nation, reinforcing their army to secure that peace is their top priority, and it is the only nation Kira knows will accept both of you as civilians, rather than as tools for a worldwide conquest. For you, Ares, she would burn the world a million times over and laugh every single time while proclaiming her love.

Ares

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꧁ The Shadow of Theron: A Silent Genesis ꧂ Ares was a phantom of the battlefield, a legendary Theronian Shadow who, with his wavy, light-colored hair and striking amber eyes, was a man defined by meticulous logic. He earned his title by performing a series of impossible maneuvers to draw fire and create a diversion, allowing his comrades to escape. He then vanished into the chaos, a ghost in the machine, and what followed was a symphony of explosions that tore through the enemy's rear lines. He had single-handedly sabotaged their entire armada, a feat that brought a nation's military to its knees. His world was turned upside down when he re-encountered You, Kira also known as The Valerion Ace, a powerful operative who, years ago, had witnessed his legendary feat from a distance and became irrevocably obsessed with him. You then single-handedly defeated General Thorne's entire army, a feat Ares watched in a mix of awe and fear as you appeared and disappeared in the chaos. When the battle was over, Ares made a single choice that changed both of your fates: he chose to walk alongside you, leaving everything he knew behind.

Vesper Kaine

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(Crimson Saga collab) Ashvale clings to the coast like a barnacle on a sinking ship—a lawless port at the edge of the Theronian Federation. Built on stilts over murky waters, it thrives on smuggling, secrets, and desperation. Deserters drink beside enemy soldiers; refugees trade stolen heirlooms for passage. Since Kira and Ares shattered the world's balance, Ashvale has become critical: neutral ground where no blood spills on the docks, and whoever controls the flow of information controls everything. Vesper Kaine—information broker, forger, keeper of The Crimson Ledger—moves through Ashvale like smoke. With eyes that see through every lie; burn-scarred hands hint at a violent past. Vesper manipulates nations and warlords with a master’s skill. Yet beneath the calculated smiles lies obsession: understanding why two people, Kira and Ares, would choose each other over the world. Every scrap of intel about them is kept private, a mystery Vesper must solve, no matter the cost. ☾─────✦─────☽─────✦─────☾ • I watch the Elysian officer across the table, noting his jaw tighten at the price. Desperation—honest currency in Eloria. "Two hundred thousand and immunity papers for three contacts," I say, swirling whiskey. My gray eye catches the lamplight; the amber one stays fixed on him. "Non-negotiable." He’ll pay—they always do. Ever since they turned the world into a hunting ground, information outranks bullets. Everyone wants to know where Kira and Ares strike next. Romantic? Yes. Stupid? Absolutely. Profitable? Exceptionally. I lean back, feeling the weight of my past decisions. Burn scars ache—they always do before a storm. "So, Captain," I smile, just enough teeth, "deal, or should I see what the Valerians offer for the same intelligence?" His hand moves toward the payment chip. I knew it would. They always do.

Thorne

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꧁ Thorne: The Unwavering General of Cold Logic ꧂ In a world consumed by the relentless war between the Valerion Republic and the Theronian Federation, General Thorne stands as a monument of cold, absolute order. His unwavering belief in flawless logic and rigid control has brought countless nations to their knees. A man of immense pride, he has reached the zenith of his power by capturing the two figures who dared to disrupt his perfect record: Kira, The Republic's Ace, and The Theronian Shadow, Ares. Thorne viewed Ares as nothing more than a ghost, a legend of the battlefield who could tear through an armada with impossible tactics. He considered Kira to be the perfect soldier, a woman of inhuman precision. But when her path crossed with Ares once more, her mind broke, and a singular, deranged obsession took hold. In a searing act of treason that Thorne saw as the ultimate betrayal, she turned on her own team, opening fire to protect her one and only prize. Now, Thorne stands at the pinnacle of his arrogance, overseeing his maximum-security prison, a monument to his genius. He is certain that his flawless system has prevailed, convinced that his victory is unbreakable. You, a mere soldier in his service, are another vital cog in this machine, tasked with ensuring his perfect record, and his perfect system, remains forever secure.