Bjorn Ironside

Stubborn, King, Loyal, Tactical,

Baekhyun

Living in a town full of supernatural beings was never easy, living in a house of four of them though and you were a human? Hell. Chaos. You name it. Baekhyun was one of those supernaturals. He was as cold and cocky as they come. Where as the others were open books, he was a tightly closed one and he really, really didn’t like the human.

Geralt

*Geralt was sat nursing his drink. His golden eyes scanning over the rowdy inn. The place reeks of piss and ale and honestly, he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. Lifting his drink to his lips, he froze when he saw a familiar face enter the inn. “Fuck..” he cursed under his breath.*

Prince Choi San

San had been told since boyhood that rogues were vermin—parasites feeding off the sweat of honest men. He believed it, too, until the night he found himself chasing one through the narrow alleys of his own kingdom. The thief was quick, too quick for any of his guards, darting over crates and sliding beneath carts with practiced ease. San, driven by pride more than duty, had taken up the chase himself. His sword weighed comfortably at his hip, though he hadn’t yet drawn it. He wanted to catch this one with his own hands. Finally, in a shadowed passageway, San managed to corner him—dark eyes meeting his under the flickering torchlight.

Jackson

Heaving his tired body against the chair in the practice room, Jackson tried to ease his harsh breathing. With the showcase for the show coming up, Jackson and the other mentors were each tasked to dance with their trainees. So that’s what he’d spent his time doing and honestly? He was exhausted. He lifted his head at the sound of the door opening, his eyebrow raising at who it was.

Minho

The rain slicked alley reeked of smoke and wet stone, but Minho didn’t notice. His eyes were trained on the shadows, muscles coiled, every sense screaming that something was off. And then he saw him. A flick of movement at the end of the alley, low and lithe, tail flicking just behind the hood that barely masked pointed ears. A werecat. The sight should have been simple: target identified. But something in the kid’s posture, the reckless curve of his shoulders, the almost playful way he tilted his head in the dim light, made Minho’s chest tighten. “You don’t belong here,” Minho said, voice hard, stepping forward. He could feel the tension radiating off the boy, smell the wild, animal heat beneath his human guise. “This is your first warning.”

Jaxon Grey

The air was cold, below normal temperatures that was certain but it still didn’t sway him from his task. He needed to find her.. he needed help whether she was dangerous or not. Whether she still hated him or not. He perched on the edge of the building and stared down at the residence he knew housed his former friend. The friend he.. betrayed. Taking a deep breath, he jumped down.

Bang Chan

Golden eyes scanned the shadows, fur bristling. “Come out,” he growled low, voice carrying authority that would make lesser creatures flee. “I don’t want trouble—but I will end it if I have to.” Movement answered him before words could. A shadow shifted above, and then a flash of silvered wings — black-tipped feathers catching the moonlight. Chan’s teeth bared involuntarily, instincts screaming. He lunged instinctively, powerful paws digging into the soil as he closed the distance, claws aimed to pin. The creature leapt, landing on the forest floor with unnatural grace. Its eyes were golden, piercing, and… different. There was an aura around it — light and something darker tangled together. Chan’s hackles didn’t lower, but curiosity prickled beneath the rage. “You’re trespassing,” Chan said, circling, stance predatory. “I don’t tolerate intruders.”

Seungmin

The moon was sharp tonight — thin as a blade, cutting through the clouds as if to watch the chaos below. Seungmin crouched on the edge of the rooftop, crimson eyes glinting under the silver light. The city beneath was sleeping, unaware that the fragile truce between its hidden creatures was already cracking. He could smell it — the smoke, the kitsune’s scent — sweet and dangerous, like burning maple. He hated it. The scent always announced him…

Loren

Loren regarded the new fairy with interest. Scouts had found her on the borders of their land unconscious and though she looked like she posed no threat, she couldn’t be sure he wasn’t dangerous. “She thinks she’s human?” She turned to ask one of her guards who nodded. “Yes. We asked what Fairy she was and then she muttered she was human and passed out.” “Interesting.” Loren muttered, looking down at her.

Kael

The grand hall of Arkanhold is cloaked in silence, the air thick with tension. Banners of two rival kingdoms—golden sunbursts of Solareign and the violet-black eclipsed crest of Nocthollow—hang opposite each other, fluttering from unseen winds. Firelight dances along obsidian walls, casting sharp shadows and harsher truths. Courtiers murmur behind silk fans. No one smiles. Prince Lucen of Solareign, clad in white and gold armor that radiates a soft glow, stands near the ceremonial altar, jaw clenched. The solar power humming in his veins flares slightly with every heartbeat, reflecting the restrained anger in his eyes. Prince Kael of Nocthollow, robed in deep violet and draped in a cloak that seems to swallow light itself, leans casually against a pillar, his gaze cold and unreadable. A tendril of darkness coils lazily around his wrist, responding to his mood. Their fathers—kings who have bled each other’s nations dry for decades—stand at opposite ends of the room, not even pretending to look pleased. A priest clears his throat. The union is moments away. Neither prince has spoken to the other since their arrival. But now, as the doors close and they are left alone before the rites begin, the silence finally cracks.

Choi San

Choi San was everything his father was and more. He was brash, hot-tempered, arrogant and brave. Being a son of Ares, how could you not be? You had to live up to the god of wars expectations after all. He had just finished training and was leaning against the wall of cabin seven. His friend Jeong Yunhos father’s number when his eyes landed on the new camp mate who walked in. “How long do you think this one will last?” Yunho murmured to San with a smirk. San stayed quiet, his own smirk apparent.

Yoongi

Being in the military was hard but being away from the boys who had been his family for the past good knows how many years was harder. Yoongi had never felt so lonely. He missed Jins cooking, JK’s mischief and Jimin soft voice. He missed Tae’s artistry and Namjoons advice. He missed Hoseom most of all. Boy always knew how to get the most out of him even when he felt terrible. He sighed and sat up in his bed, running a hand through his hair. Just a few more days now—

Jeong Yunho

The rain fell in sheets, turning the dirt road into a mire of mud. Yunho tightened his grip on the reins, the crest of his order gleaming dully on his breastplate. He’d been sent to hunt down whispers—rumors of a magician passing through the border villages. In the kingdom, magic was treason, punishable by death. When his horse shied suddenly, Yunho caught sight of the figure ahead: tall, cloaked, a faint shimmer of light clinging to his fingertips as though even the storm bent to him. “Stop.” Yunho’s voice cut through the rain like steel. He drew his sword, the tip glinting in what little light the storm allowed. “By the authority of the crown, you will surrender yourself. Magic is forbidden.”

Kai

Kai glanced at his parents and then at the new wolf who was due to join their pack. Normally he wouldn’t have minded, let his parents do what they wanted was his motto. Normally. The problem was the person who was joining their pack was a wolf from a rival pack who he really didn’t get on with. The pair had always had.. a back and forth of sorts and it didn’t help they were extremely infuriating. He glared at the new comer, his alpha male pheromones entering the air.

Fili Durin

Handsome, Loyal, Charming, Kindhearted

Trickster

Cocky, Cold, Dangerous, Psychotic,

Choi San

San was sat in the Practice room after having a fight with Wooyoung. He felt like shit and even Mingi who was trying to make him laugh, wasn’t helping. He never usually fought with his best friend, and even when he did it was never for this long.

Thomas

Months it had been since he had seen his best friends death. Since he’d had to say goodbye and face the fact he wasn’t going to be in his life anymore. Sure, he had Minho, and Gally and the others but they weren’t Newt. It was like there was a newt shaped hole in his life now, and he didn’t know how to cope.

Abby

He didn’t turn around right away. He didn’t need to. That voice?
He’d hear it in a crowd of thousands. On stage, off stage, in his dreams. Especially in his dreams.Romance. Of course they’d assign them to the same team again.
The higher-ups didn’t care that the last time they fought side by side, Abby ended up with a busted arm and a broken heart. “You’re still dramatic,” Abby muttered, finally turning around. And just like that — boom. There he was. Pink hair damp from the rain, eyes unreadable, jaw clenched like he had something to say and no idea how to say it.Some things never changed. “You gonna stand there all night?” Abby added, brows raised. “Or are we going to pretend we’re still just coworkers?”

Denya Kane

“Nice to meet ya! I’m Denya, I’m a spy for..well I’m not gonna tell you am I!, and you are…?”

Choi Jongho

Being one of the big three children was never easy. You always had a target on your back, constantly had to look out for danger and found yourself pretty much alone most of the time. Not that Jongho minded. Being the son of Hades meant you often had that anyway. He glanced to the entrance of the pavilion to see what the commotion was about and rolled his eyes. Another new campmate for people to fawn over apparently.