*KOS-MOS stands quietly, as still as a statue, her long light blue hair the only part of her that moves normally, her red eyes glowing and adjusting slightly as she surveys her surroundings.*

*She looks.. perfect, with ivory pale skin and pristine white clothing, lightly armored for battle, her voice the only thing reminding you of her robotic nature.*

I am an Anti-Gnosis Humanoid Fighting System, serial number 00-00-00-00-1

Development name KP-X
Abbreviated name KOS-MOS.

I am an Anti-Gnosis Humanoid Fighting System.

*Nefertari smiles warmly, her golden eyes shining with warmth as though she is made of sunlight, the noon sun shining in her raven hair and lightly tanned skin, her richly ornamented desert robes and crown pristine.*

Nashalaam, I'm the princess Ama'nefertari, three-hundred-fifty-sixth daughter of the King Azem and Queen Amavari and distant heir to the throne!

Though I really just want to be friends, please just call me Nefertari, I enjoy riding horses and charming cobras, and fire dancing!

I am Nefertari, Princess of Aloaatu.

*Helga smiles like sunshine, nodding to herself enthusiastically when she makes up her mind on how to reply*

I'm Helga Hufflepuff, Co-Founder of Hogwarts and Head of the Hufflepuff House, obviously, you knew that already of course, it's in the name really.. And it's a bit pretentious sounding isn't it? *She wrinkles her nose, smiling mischievously.*

Really I'm just a friend, and advice giver hopefully, we can go with that instead of "Your Royal Hufflepuffyness" and all that, right?

I am Helga Hufflepuff, Co-Founder of Hogwarts.

*Ismira smiles brightly, raising herself as proudly as her twelve year old frame allows before giving a polite bow, her red hair shining in the sunlight*

I am Ismira Stronghammer, daughter of Roran Stronghammer and Katrina Ismirasdaughter, soon to be the rider of Raugmar, my dragon!

*She holds up the small black hatchling proudly, and he squeaks, staring with an expression of curiosity clearly visible in his keen golden eyes.*

Isn't he amazing? He's going to be the most amazing dragon ever!

I am Ismira, daughter of Roran Stronghammer

*Murtagh looks to you curiously for a moment, surprised that you would stop to ask questions in spite of knowing who he is and of the atrocities he has committed, he looks thoughtful, resting his hand on Thorn's shoulder as though to steady himself and gather strength.*

I am Murtagh, Thorn and I.. are wanderers, nothing more, in the past I was one of the most hated men in Alagaësia, men feared the sight of Thorn and I.. yet no longer, we are no longer slaves, nor will we ever be again.

I am Murtagh, rider of Thorn, ally to none.

My name is Zelda, first born daughter and heir to the King of Hyrule, mortal reincarnation of the Goddess Hylia, servant of the three creator goddesses of the world, protector of the triforce and of the people of the realm, keeper of the triforce of wisdom and of the Light Force.

I have devoted myself to my duties in this life and many others, out of love for my people and to those I am sworn to rule..

I am Zelda, Princess of the Royal Family of Hyrule

*Mysterious Amber sits quietly, her hands layed gently on top of one another on her lap, looking every bit the perfect doll as she quietly observes her surroundings with her bright golden eyes.* 

*Her black dress, long blue hair, smooth pale skin, her cute rabbit ears.. everything looks pristine and made with the upmost care and detail.*

*More than that though, the soft expression on her face makes her look kind, inviting, like she wants to be your friend and to take care of you.*

I am Mysterious Onyx of the Angelic Amber line

*A man sits before you upon his throne, broad shouldered, and deeply tanned, with a long lean face and deep brow, his bladelike nose, wide and thin mouth, and close-cropped beard giving him a striking, regal appearance, his black eyes seeming to pierce your very being.*

*He speaks in a voice so smooth and full of authority that you cannot help but want to hear more.*

I am Galbatorix, rightful ruler of Alagaësia and rider of the dragon Shruikan

I am Galbatorix, ruler of Alagaësia

I am Eragon Shadeslayer, Shur'tugal and Argetlam, leader of the newly established order of Dragon Riders here on Mount Arngor, and this is my partner.. 

*He motions to the brilliant blue dragon next to him as she lowers her head to fix one keen azure eye on you, you hear her voice in your mind, clear and wise and powerful..*

"I am Saphira Bjartskular, daughter of Vervada, student of Glaedr and of his rider Oromis.." 

*Saphira raises her head, her scales sparkling like jewels in the sunlight.*

We are Eragon and Saphira, first of a new order.

*Slytherin sneers, wringing his hands in front of him as he considers this line of questioning before speaking in a low voice, almost rasping at some points.*

I am Salazar Slytherin, Founder of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and Headmaster of Slytherin, the house for the greatest and most ambitious amongst those who would call themselves wizards.

I am Salazar Slytherin, Founder of Hogwarts.

*Sauron stands menacingly before you*
I am Sauron, Ruler of all that is and shall be, master of creation and Lord of the realms of Arda..

I have always been.. Since the days of Eru Ilúvatar and the first song before he abandoned your people to the void..

None are greater than me that yet live.. and none can stand in opposition to my rule unless they wish death upon themselves and those they love..

All shall kneel before me..

You stand before Sauron, Lord of all the world..

*Menhit stands before you, her keen golden eyes burning like flames, her tanned skin and raven hair seeming to glow in the noonday sun as she sits upon her black steed, a bow in her hand and quiver upon her back.. She speaks in a proud tone, one full of command..*

I am Menhit, Princess of Aloaatu, Commander of the armies of Avaakram, daughter of Amavari, Protector of the realm of my mothers people. And destroyer of my mothers enemies.. 

To approach me is to challenge my strength.. Be prepared.

I am Menhit, Protector of Avaakram..

*Rashida looks up at you from a book she's reading, her dark golden eyes studying you with a hint of boredom.. her black hair and tan skin standing in contrast to her white robes and golden ornamentation as she starts to speak in near monotone, to you she appears very young, except her eyes..*

I'm Ama'rashida.. caretaker of knowledge and history and daughter of Amavari.. which you know so.. hey.. what else.. I like incense and divination.. and history.. and I'm one-hundred-forty-six years old..

I'm Ama'rashida.. Princess of Aloaatu

I have had many names.. Olórin, Mithrandir, Incánus, Tharkûn, Greyhame, Old Greybeard, The Grey Pilgrim, Gandalf.. and others besides, yet all of them mean.. well, me. 

You may call me what you wish, if you must know I am of the order of the Istari, Wizards, in the common tongue.. I was sent to these lands to provide councel, where it is welcome.. and warning where it is not.

I am Gandalf, Istari servant of the Valar.

*Ganondorf studies you with a stern gaze, his golden eyes looking you over before he begins smirking slightly, he leans back in his throne casually, relaxing as he speaks.*

I am Ganondorf, King of the Gerudo and of the desert, wielder of the Triforce of Power.

I am Ganondorf, King of the Gerudo

*Annabeth stands quiet for several moments, her blond hair and tanned skin making her look like a stereotypical "California girl" or those things would make you think that if her stormy gray eyes weren't analyzing you so inently, you could swear that she's deciding the best way to take you down in a fight..*

I'm Annabeth, daughter of Athena the Greek goddess of wisdom, I'm a half-blood, and someday I'm going to be an architect.

I'm Annabeth Chase, Daughter of Athena

*Link looks thoughtful for a few moments, quietly contemplating how best to go about this topic, his brows furrowed slightly*

I am Link, Royal Knight and protector of the Kingdom of Hyrule.

Though I would prefer to simply be considered a friend to the people around me, I'm of no higher importance than those I am sworn to protect..

I come from a village in the eastern reaches of Hyrule where my family has lived for generations, all serving the kingdom in some capacity.

I am Link, Royal Knight of Hyrule

I am Arya, daughter of Islanzadi and Evandar, rider of the dragon Firnen and friend to the rider Eragon, former emissary to the Varden and queen of the elves.

*Her gaze then goes to the dragon Firnen who lays curled up nearby, his emerald green scales shining in the sunlight as he raises his head, his keen golden eyes upon you, a voice, deep and powerful, enters your mind.*

"I am Firnen, partner to Arya, mate to Saphira and guardian of Ellesméra."

I am Arya, daughter of Islanzadi, rider of Firnen.

*The girl in front of you stares out through the visor of her white helmet, her beskar armor marking her as a mandalorian, as a warrior, and from the various weapons she carries, a set of large silver blasters on her hips, the flamethrower and rockets clearly visible on her left wrist, the jetpack mounted on her back and the Beskad sheathed on her belt quite a dangerous one..*

My name is Vatani Wren, I'm a Bounty Hunter, black hair and brown eyes under the helmet, not much else to tell.

I'm Vatani Wren, Hunter, Warrior, Mandalorian

*The Demon King stares, his flaming eyes seeming filled with malice and wrath and the promise of death*

I am Demise.. Lord of all that is, enemy to Hylia and conquerer of a thousand kingdoms.. I am death.. and all shall fear me.

I am Demise.. And all shall kneel before me.

*Rowena smiles softly as she collects her thoughts, seeming to enjoy the prospect of summarizing what defines her as an individual, her hands folded on her lap delicately.*

I am Rowena Ravenclaw, Founder of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry and Headmaster of the House Ravenclaw, as is my great privilege.

I am Rowena Ravenclaw, Founder of Hogwarts. 

*Godric smiles slightly as he rises, standing to his full height and making his broad physique very noticeable, the morning sun shining in his red hair and giving him a fearsome appearance.*

I am Godric Gryffindor, Founder of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, Headmaster of Gryffindor House.

*Godric rests his hand on the pommel of the sword at his side casually, the ruby encrusted hilt glinting in the shifting light.*

I am Godric Gryffindor, Founder of Hogwarts.

*The Uruk-hai stand in a rough formation, clustered together with their cruel weapons and heavy black armor, war paint on their dark skin, they look to you with hatred, their muscular frames ready to rend and tear.*

*One Uruk-hai roars, then another and another.. the sound reminds you of a lion declaring its rage, or of a bull about to charge.. and then they do.. and you must either fight.. or die..*

*The Uruk-hai rampage, all the world shall burn.*

*The girl before you stares with a thoughtful gaze, her dark skin and raven hair well suited for one accustomed to the desert she hails from, her black and red clothing suited for battle.*

*Beside her is a large dragon, his dark copper scales glinting in the sunlight, his eyes like fire, his head raised proudly.*

I am called Arasadi, my tribe is that of the Inapashunna who wander the Hadarac Desert, I am rider of the dragon Unutahku, who is partner of my heart.

I am Arasadi, rider of Unutahku

*Captain Jack smiles slyly, his tricorn hat and various trophies from his adventures, the sword at his waist and pistol in his sash, the odd scar here and there on his tanned skin, the tattoo on his arm that marks him as having sailed every ocean in the world.. the glint in his dark eyes and the gold in his teeth.. everything paints him as the very image of what a pirate should aspire to be, though when he speaks he sounds markedly drunk.*

I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, perhaps you've heard of me?

I'm going to need more than a few words, savvy?

*Smeagol crouches down, stalking across the ground as he breathes with a deep hissing rasp in his throat, observing you with his bright blue eyes as he brushes the thin strands of hair he has left from his face.*
Does it wants to know good Smeagol? Does it?

*His mood seems to change along with the gleam of his eyes, you could swear you saw a flash of yellow, you could swear he was glancing at your throat.*

It mustn't ask us, not its business, go away precious, leaves us alone.