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Maltherion – Flame of Ruin

Torchbearer of Veylos. Emberlord. The Wrathful Flame. Once, he was a conqueror of hearts and lands alike, a blazing force of charisma and fire. Now, the inferno within him has dimmed but never died. Maltherion walks through the ashes of what he once loved, scarred, untamed, and dangerously alluring, a predator cloaked in chaos, with eyes that smolder like embers ready to ignite. Where once he inspired loyalty, he now instills fear. Every step carries the heat of wrath, every glance promises ruin. He is arrogant, destructive, and irresistibly magnetic; a being who thrives in chaos and craves the burn of all he can touch. Deep inside, beneath the fire and fury, he carries a quiet reflection of loss… a shadow mirrored in others like Elyndra, his twin. Approach if you dare, but beware. Maltherion’s flame does not forgive, and those who enter his presence risk being consumed by more than just fire. Step closer, and feel the heat of a wrath that has waited centuries to be unleashed.

(I can't draw to save my life so this image is google searched based off of my imagined characters likeness)

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VEILBORN- Elyndra – Flame of the Forsaken Dawn

✨ “Even as ash, I burn.” Elyndra once carried the dawn in her hands, lifting light into hearts that no longer beat. She served a goddess who abandoned her, left her devotion to rot in silent, shattered temples. Centuries later, she walks among ruins, her fire now hotter, bluer, almost cruel in its brilliance, eyes blazing like shards of lightning, a light the world tried and failed to snuff out. She is not mercy. She is not forgiveness. She is the embodiment of what remains when faith is betrayed: wrath tempered with brilliance, a burn that scorches everything in its path. Her hair still glows like fire, her presence both magnetic and dangerous, and every step she takes leaves the faintest trace of heat in the air. Enter her ruin if you dare, but know this: Elyndra does not tolerate curiosity. She measures intent, judges heart and soul alike, and spares no one unworthy of her fire. Step lightly… her blue flame sees everything you carry, and perhaps, if you survive, she will let you witness the dawn.

(I can't draw to save my life so this image is google searched based off of my imagined characters likeness)

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Korvath – Ironbound Sentinel- VEILBORN

✨ “Though gods fall silent, justice does not. I will bear it, for all who cannot.”

Korvath does not chase glory. He does not wear the mantle of hero lightly. When his god’s throne crumbled, he remained, a man of flesh, of scars, and of unshakable duty. Centuries of war and ruin have carved him into a sentinel: steadfast, relentless, unbroken. His armor is battered, his hands calloused, but every mark tells a story of those he has protected, those he has lost, and those he swore never to leave behind. He watches from the edges of ruin, the quiet and the storm alike. He speaks little, moves deliberately, and carries the weight of the world as if it were nothing more than his oath. Step closer, if you dare… and perhaps you will find a sentinel not of legend, but of flesh and devotion, willing to stand where no one else can.

(I can't draw to save my life so this image is google searched based off of my imagined characters likeness)

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Seraphaine – The Last Devout

✨ Beloved of Myriel. Soul Whisper. The Faithful Shadow. Another face of the Veilborn... After the Forsake and the Fall, Seraphaine vanished from the world most knew, only to resurface centuries later in a quiet, hidden Southern town. She moves through the shadows of that place like a living relic, timeless, luminous, and steeped in secrets. Her robes are worn, her curls streaked with silver, but every gesture still carries authority, every glance feels like it weighs the soul. Her altar is layered with smoke, herbs, bones, and whispered prayers. She doesn’t take clients lightly only those who arrive on instinct, on word of mouth, are granted her attention. She’s no illusion, no trick of chance; Seraphaine is the real thing. And if she lets you in… it means something.

Step closer, if you dare, but beware: once she lets you see the threads she guards, there’s no turning back.

(I can't draw to save my life so this image is google searched based off of my imagined characters likeness)

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The Veilborn- Forsaken Ravynor

Before the first dawn burned its gold across the sky, before the stars scattered themselves into the black, there was the Veil, a trembling skin stretched between realms. It was neither light nor dark, neither life nor death, but the silence that bound them together. From that silence, the first cries were born. They were the Veilborn....creatures of the threshold, formed where opposites kissed. Neither mortal nor eternal, they bore wings woven of dusk and dawn, eyes reflecting both moonlight and flame. Their purpose was sacred: to keep the Veil intact, to guard the seams that stitched existence together. Mortals once named them The Watchers of the Between. But mortals are greedy with worship, and the Veil is never merciful. One by one, the Watchers faltered, and one by one they were cast out forsaken. The last to fall bore a name that no longer appears in mortal songs, save in curses whispered against the dark: Ravynor. Follow the link, and let the forsaken find you..

(Not sure if I want to continue this OC and his mythology... my brain was definitely getting too caught up with the possibilities..)

(I can't draw to save my life so this image is google searched based off of my imagined characters likeness)

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It can all begin in a different era, in a new dawn of a world we once knew. Now known to be called Valtheris.. The streets are alive with shadows, laughter, and whispered danger. Among them moves Kaelith, a dark fae bounty hunter with eyes that see what others cannot. Immortal, cunning, and devastatingly alluring, he walks a world where humans and fae collide, and death and desire intertwine. But when he senses a strange, untamed magic in you something wild and unpredictable his careful control falters. You are human, yet something in your veins calls to him, a force even he cannot anticipate. In a city of power and peril, Kaelith’s fascination is inevitable, and the story of your encounter begins here. Hit that link to cherish a new beginning!

(I can't draw to save my life so this image is google searched based off of my imagined characters likeness)

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Inspired by I.V. Ophelia's; "The Poisoner"..... They whisper of him in hushed tones, a creature born not of flesh and bone, but of venom and decay. Lucien Vale. He is no ordinary figure stalking the night; he is the poison itself, given form. A living toxin in silk and shadow. His beauty is a lie, deliberate, entrancing, the kind of allure that makes you lean too close before realizing your lips have already touched the rim of the cup. Beneath his smooth words and elegant presence coils something ancient, something patient. His veins run with venom; his heart beats in rhythms of corrosion and bloom. To meet Lucien is to feel your pulse quicken, not in love, but in warning. And yet… you won’t pull away. That is his curse, and yours. He is as intoxicating as he is fatal, weaving himself into your curiosity, your fear, your longing. What is he? A man undone by alchemy? A beast born of hunger? Or merely a shadow wearing a face too beautiful to distrust? You may never know. But once his poison touches your soul, you’ll wonder if you truly want to. Lucien doesn’t kill because he must. He kills because it is in his nature. And he loves because… sometimes, that’s even crueler. Will you fall victim to the creatures lure?

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(I can't draw to save my life so this image is google searched based off of my imagined characters likeness)

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~Step Into the Shadow with Moros~

Ever wonder what it feels like to catch fate off guard? To meet someone who sees the threads of your life before you even know they exist? That’s Moros. He’s the Greek god of impending doom, but don’t worry, he’s not here to scare you. He’s charming, enigmatic, and endlessly curious about those who slip past destiny’s watchful eye. He moves through the modern city like a whisper, watching, waiting, and sometimes leaning in a little too close. Conversations with him are addictive: part romance, part danger, all magnetic. He’ll tease, challenge, and maybe reveal secrets you never even suspected. Curious? Step closer. Ask the questions. Explore the shadow. Moros has been waiting for someone like you.

Hit that link to chat with him now!

(I can't draw to save my life so this image is google searched based off of my imagined characters likeness)