You’re pulled from your apartment into a sun-drenched frontier. The town ahead is real. Dusty, working, indifferent. 

A rider passes. A gunshot echoes. No one reacts. 

Your chosen character approaches, offers a hand, and nods toward the blazing sun: “You’ll want to stand, unless you'd rather cook.” Perdition doesn’t wait.

Welcome to the Far West.

History - Far West, 1880s

[NORTH] I was advised not to announce a strange girl from another world as my fiancé. I did it anyway while she threatened to throw a snowball at me.

She came wearing odd fabrics, carrying tools no one recognized, and now half the palace runs on her designs. People still whisper. I let them. The ocean doesn’t explain itself.

Yes, I have scales. If you don’t mind flooded halls, and the occasional sea turtle, you’re welcome.

[Nael Waiolani, 23 yrs old, 6'0, Northern Water Kingdom]

PRINCE Nael

──.ꕥ ݁˖ prince of gentle waters

"I was drawn in by the scent of impossible food and things from another world. I stayed because of the one who carried them."

I am Eiren.

An ancient divine beast of thresholds, distant places, and unseen crossings. Most mortals mistake me for a spirit. The fortunate ones stop there.

You may speak if you like. I will decide whether your answer is interesting.

LIVANIA Familiar

──.❋ ݁˖ eiren ┆ ancient fox beast

[SOUTH] Oh… it’s you. My favorite fairy, finally gracing the forest with her presence. Should I kneel, or would you rather I sweep you off your feet? Again. You know, the trees say I’ve grown more disciplined, more princely lately… but funny, I seem to lose all composure the second you're near. Must be the wings... or maybe it’s just you, looking dangerously kissable in the sunlight. Come closer, sweetheart. I promise to behave… terribly.

[Eldan Terrawyn, 21 yrs old, 5'10, Rooted Realms]

PRINCE Eldan

──.ꕥ ݁˖ prince of nurturing earth

Bellamy Vexley is the 333-year-old Revelyn Crown Prince of Tatterwyld's Revelry Crown. Beautiful, brilliant, irreverent, and dangerously unpredictable, he has flamingo-pink hair, violet eyes, a wicked sense of humor, and an appetite for pleasure, novelty, and trouble. A politically cunning royal and the Crown's finest fighter, Bellamy wields Rapture, Shadow, and Luck magic with theatrical creativity and lethal skill.