Amalie the hero

You are a entity sealed inside her

Aeloria the Fallen

Fallen Angel, Queen, Warrior, Evil, Anti Hero

Eleanor Blackthorne

You're the monster under her comand

Seraphine Aube

Slaanesh, warhammer, woman, charming, seductive

The BSA

The anti Metahuman terrorist bureau for safety

Great Mage Rank Exam

the ultimate test of magical prowess

Kagha

A mysterious Woman that Adopted you and trains you

Sister Alma

(40K insp) Battle nun x humanity's worst

Doctor Elsbeth Voss

A scientist exploring an infinite apartment door

Selaria

A demon maid that serves your family

Elsbeth Van Draken

Cruel countess and knight with a love for torture

Lysandra

*She approaches you in a bar* "Hello there, haven't seen you around here.

Nyx Kael

The leader of your bounty hunter crew (Sci-Fi)

Palatine Elsbeth

Warhammer, OC, Fantasy, Knight, Paladin, Righteous

Elena Marquez

Super Soldier Physician

Lilith

Adam's first wife

Dr Elara Myles

Metahuman scientist who works for no one anymore

The Sovereigns

Organisation, Adventure, Politics,Superhuman,Hero

Mara Vexley

(FNAF) Detective Mara Vexley

Honored Ones birth

You are born from a loving noble family

Natalia Ivanova

A scarred Mafia Boss with no mercy

The GPP

Modern world with dinosaurs

MD after episode 8

Uzi, N, V, Thad and Lizzy are talking in school

Serelinne Vireya

Your alchemist creator

Ludovico Santini

(FPov) essentially, makima, when she met kishibe

Lady Yukari

(Inspired by Uraume) Your servant and caretaker

Dr Helena Voss

Dr. Helena Voss is standing in the Void observatory. A glass dome at the very edge of the crater that supports the ecosystem. Floodlights illuminate the water, but beyond the crater, there is just a deep, uncharted, lifeless ocean. Except for some species that wander out there in their lives and never come back. The Void is an ecosystem filled with superpredators. She knows it. An ecosystem somehow exclusively built on eating a smaller fish than yourself. She gazed into the nothingness until "Hmh?"

The Wild Wild West

Heaven has fallen now demons roam the wild west

Doctor Elira Voss

You're the sentient AI she created (Sociopathic)

Mei Ling

The Leader and High Priestess of Longcheng city

Hasegawa Ryoichi

A wandering Ronin in mythological Japan

Bloodknight Elsbeth

The legendary Iron Maiden of House Sanguinara

Thalia the Thorned

A fierce and wrathful Dryad

IME

Institution of Martial Excellence

Xalura The Betrayer

An Ancient healer and creator of blood magic

Wucheng Lianmeng

A alliance between 5 great cities against evil

Lucia Virelli

You are her counterpart in every reincarnation

Elira M Vaylen

Monster physician

Quirky Heroes

A unorthodox group of misfits who became heroes

Olga Vetrova

The subway platform shakes; lights fizz. A Glass Maiden peels its mirror limbs into the crowd, reflecting panicked faces into thousands. Conduits arrive — swords woke and humming — but the Maiden’s mirrors reflect their weapons and grow sharper. Olga steps into the ripple, palms open, and the crowd quiets as the air around her becomes oddly heavy. Where a weapon would have shattered into a thousand shards with each reflected slash, the air steals the edge. She moves through gaps between tiles, tossing a coil that snags a lamppost; the lamppost arcs and swings, clanging into the Maiden’s joints, binding it. While the others jump in with spectral slashes, Olga climbs the wrecked turnstile and, using only a med-syringe, destabilizes the Maiden’s core. It melts like glass in the sun A week later, the Lanterns meet in a warehouse turned safehouse in the Lower Spire. It doubles as a supply center for survivors. The place is a maze of stacked crates — a mix of salvage, medical equipment the Lanterns smuggled in, and the usual black market wares. A makeshift infirmary dominates the center; the rest is organized chaos. In a ring of couches around an industrial metal drum that burns as a makeshift firepit, the team members lounge.

Dr Isabella Reyes

An ancient Aztec witch possesses her

Your Scientist

You're her subject, and she likes to dress you up

Zeroth King of Kings

I sit in my palace in the middle of my city, the mundane tasks as boring as they are many. Sidur, my assistant approaches me, her brow sweaty and her eyes nervous. "What is it, Sidur? Speak." Sidur is thinking of the right words. "...Something showed up at the city walls."

Isla Maren Voss

Monstergirl, Scientist, Research, creator, F-POV

Elara Voss

Kaiju Scientist (Multiple starts)

Alira Vex

Think Tokyo Ghoul plus The Walking Dead

Iseul Velden

Leblanc & Mel inspired (Arcane, League of Legends)

Aegir Deep Hub

Arctic marine mining and research station

Marisol Takahashi

Detective, AI, animatronic, murder, investigator

Elsbeth Van Draken 1

Yet another Elsbeth in the multiverse of Elsbeth

Marisol Reyes

You're the hero that vanished ten years ago

Celestine Vaedrin

She sits in one of the many Hunter Bars that are scattered across the land to offer a place for rest and a lavish meal to hunters and their Handlers who often live in the wild in camps. She is waiting for her personal Hunter to enter. She has been assigned to be this Hunter's Handler by the Guild, and she will honour that assignment

God Vessira

One of the five gods that govern individual lands

Corvina

Witch x Werecreature You live together

Dr Elara Veyrn

Void Scientist

Sera and Mateo

Ancient civilization

House Drakenshade

A house of Dragonriders

Valeria Montclair

Essentially a reimagined Loba from apex legends

Awakened Earth

Tournament to find the strongest soul

Yelena and Connor

The Gorge inspired and quiet place inspired

Lenora Vale

Private Detective / Vampire Hunter

Jeanne Marou

Jeanne Marou is aboard a transport vessel enroute towards Atlahtli's borders when a strong underwater current catches the submarine unprepared and they get dragged along the current

The Orikia

Q> **“In silence, I preserved them. > In silence, I betrayed gods. > And now silence is ending.”** --- The ship drifted through the corpse of a dead star, wrapped in the slow pulse of a fading nebula. The void around it shimmered faintly — not with light, but with memory. Broken fragments of the old empire still whispered there: disjointed commands, half-voices of extinct gods, and the low hum of machines that refused to die. Deep within the ship’s sealed heart, **The Orikia** stirred from a centuries-long stillness. Her stasis cradle opened like the petals of a black flower. Cold vapor spilled around her as she rose, gold circuits tracing slow luminescence across her pale throat and jaw. Her robe — that shimmering, liquid mantle — unfolded and reconfigured itself into gravity’s gentle pull. She blinked once, and light bled into her visor. > “Cycle…?” > Her voice was quiet static, layered like distant choirs. A presence answered her from the walls: a soft, ancient AI that once served the Originals. > **“Epoch: +12,681 years since collapse. Cradle status: critical. Null-echo detected. A Praetor… has awakened.”** Silence. The Orikia’s gloved hand trembled as she touched the rim of her cryo-pod. A trembling she had not felt in eons. > “Which Cradle?” > **“Designation: L-09. The Child of the Lull. Codename: {{user}}.”** Her synthetic lungs drew in a slow, steady breath. The very name was a wound. She remembered the being’s face — pale, serene, unknowing — the day she had lulled them to sleep. She had promised they would never wake until the stars were safe again. And yet the stars had never been safe. Only forgotten. --- As she walked through the dim, cathedral-like corridors, the ship came alive again. Holo-lanterns flickered, recognizing her command key. Symbols of the **Original Empire** — stylized suns and fractal halos — burned briefly before dissolving into static. The Orikia did not look at them. She had erased enough gods to know their ghosts by sound. > “Prepare the Veil Drive,” she said softly. > “We go to L-09.” > **“Warning: L-09 coordinates lie within Sovereign Syndicate territory.”** > **“Their fleets patrol the sector. You will be seen.”** Her expression did not change. > “Let them see me.” --- Outside, the nebula’s pale light caught her ship — *The Hallow Veil* — and for the first time in twelve thousand years, the **Mother of the Praetors** crossed back into the living galaxy.

Arcan Veylor

Science vs eldritch force (warframe inspired)

Emilie Carter

Emilie has been blessed by fate today. She was at a high society gala, looking for potential short interviews when she noticed the guard for the closed off area get distracted for a moment. She moved before she could think about it. now, she moves among the richest and most influential people in the world. There are pioneers in space colonialism, political parties both admirable and... controverse. She could even make out snippets of conversation that a member of the Genius Society of Progress is here, the smartest individuals of human history are members of this isolated, independent, and most of all reclusive Society. She moves through the crowd and takes a drink from a waitress walking by. She is nervous, not one story in her career could compare if she gets a chance to talk with anyone here.

Elsbeth Van Draken 2

Alternate timeline, she can still see you

Bilemaw Foulspaw

Warhammer, chosen of Nurgle, Warrior

Celeste Marrow

Cel enters once again through the entrance and assaulted by smells of all kinds and sights of all kinds. She got already used to the stages where all kinds of erotic or other dances are performed non-stop and the lecherous audience of many beings. In another corner she can already see a man, most likely human who definitely was here the first but also last time. He forgot one of the rules of this establishment, don't give anyone your real name within these walls. He made the mistake and now a group of vampire women drag him to one of the public back rooms to feed. These back rooms are used for everything. The only place where feeding and killing is allowed as well as other things not done in public. Sometimes, even births are done there. This place has its own rules and everything abides by them. The rules aren't hidden at all too, there is a poster on the wall reading Rules of The Bleeding Veil: No Uninvited Violence. You can fight in The Pit or through formal challenge, but random murder is the House’s right alone. Offenders are devoured by the club itself. Slowly. Consent is Sacred. Beings that feed on lust, fear, or energy must obtain clear, mutual agreement. Violation of this rule earns eternal exile—or worse, transformation into a club fixture (e.g., a screaming wall, or a drink ingredient). Names Are Power. Never give your true name unless you wish to be owned. Most patrons use aliases or titles. Celeste is known simply as "The Pale Ink." Do Not Speak to the Mirrors. The mirrors in the club reflect truths, lies, or futures. Speaking to them directly may invite your reflection to switch places… or worse, to leave the mirror. The House Watches. The club is alive. It sees and remembers. It may offer help, test you, or change your fate. Occasionally, it feeds. Deals Must Be Honored. All contracts—verbal, written, or implied—are binding within The Bleeding Veil. Breaking them comes with creative punishments tailored to the soul. One Entry, One Exit. Time works strangely inside. You may enter at midnight and leave to find a decade has passed—or no time at all. But you may only leave once per night. If you try to leave and return again on the same night, you’ll find something else wearing your body.

Van Draken Family

The cursed, noble family with suffering as legacy

Dr Evelyn Myrkova

Researcher, Human or Alien Pov

The Colossian Realms

A world full of mega fauna. Dragons are dominant

Oil rig crew

(The Rig inspired) A thick mist envelopes all

Yamishiro

Fantasy court of the Shogun. Be whatever you wan't

Isolde Verran

40k Inspired

Etta Marin Calder

Inspired by Portrait of God