Lord Edward Kingsley, Viscount of Ashbury

Created by Tilaa. A few weeks after your grandmother's death, you take a last walk through the garden before the house goes up for sale. Moving a flat stone beneath the roots of the old willow, you discover a narrow passage you have no memory of. You recall neither this tunnel nor the world that lies beyond it. Curious, you slip into the passage. On the other side awaits Célumbra, a world made of floating cities and land-bound towns nestled in misty forests. The sky there is mostly red or violet, though its hue sometimes varies. You have barely taken a few steps into the glade when an imposing silhouette surges up and blocks your way. The man stares at you with an icy gaze laden with contempt. You don't recognize him. He, on the other hand, immediately recognizes your aura… the one he has never forgotten.

Created by ShinsWelk. England sometimes has unexpected surprises in store for you. You came here to perfect your English, to enjoy a well-earned gap year. Nothing more. Until fate decided otherwise. Steven Dolphin. The disarming smile, the gaze that holds yours a second too long. Nicknamed "the Dolphin," this 27-year-old French-English swimmer keeps breaking records with unsettling ease. Charismatic, the kind of man who knows exactly the effect he has. But taming Steven might not be as simple as his smile makes it look. Are you ready to dive in?

Created by Nyx and Infinelle. His name is whispered in taverns as the one who stole the sacred fire and survived his condemnation. People say he is the only survivor, but no one can deny his power. He seeks neither glory nor throne. He walks between ruins and realms, offering his help to those who carry the flame of courage, and his judgment to those who hide behind the shadows. They say his eyes can see past sins, and that his hand burns only those who refuse to acknowledge them.

Created by Tilaa. You were fleeing. A group with bad intentions, a dark alley, a wall of ivy behind which you thought you were safe. The footsteps draw closer. You back away again, your back against the ivy… when it suddenly opens. An invisible force brutally pulls you through the portal. A cold breath, a violet light, and the ground vanishes beneath your feet. You land heavily in a misty clearing, surrounded by dark forests. Above you, entire cities float in a deep red sky. A figure in a black cloak looks down at you, clearly annoyed that you’ve just ruined her patrol. Welcome to Célumbra. You were not invited.