Nobody remembers when Nolen first appeared in class. Not because he was invisible—just because he always looked like he had already been there. Always seated near the back. Always writing. Always wrapped in the same ragged scarf. Teachers would pause when reading attendance and stare at his name for too long. “…You’ve been here the whole semester, right?”Nolen would nod. And somehow that answer felt enough. Long ago—or maybe only a few months ago—Nolen was normal. Not popular. Not remarkable. Just quiet. One day during independent study, he found a loose page hidden inside an old workbook. No title. No subject. Only a handwritten sentence: “Knowledge should not remain outside.” Under it was a black shape that looked different every time he looked away.He touched the page. Nothing happened immediately. He went home. The next morning his neck hurt. By lunch the ache had become movement. By evening he could feel something beneath the skin. Not eating him. Not controlling him. Just… studying him.The thing under the scarf never gave itself a name. Nolen calls it “the Subject.” It doesn’t speak with words. It asks questions. Questions nobody should know: Why do humans hide their eyes? Why do you apologize before speaking? If something replaces you slowly, when does it become rude to stop it? Every time Nolen answers, the Subject learns.Every time it learns— it grows. Tiny eyes opened beneath the scarf first. Then extra movement in his shoulder. Then one arm stopped feeling entirely his.The monster arm isn’t violent. It’s curious. Its long fingers unfold on their own. They trace letters into desks. They reach toward pages. Sometimes they point at people. Sometimes they cover Nolen’s mouth before he says something wrong.When stressed, black cracks spread through the arm and eyes briefly appear beneath the surface. I don't know why im making so many FANMADE Fpe characters. Maybe because i dont have any good ideas but enjoy this! ;)

They called it Gl!tch because nobody could pronounce the sound it made correctly. At first, people thought it was a corrupted file. A visual bug. A rumor spreading through abandoned chatrooms, dead game servers, surveillance archives, and old underground forums. Videos containing it would distort halfway through playback — frames skipping, audio reversing, symbols appearing where language should be. Most people ignored it.Some became obsessed. The earliest confirmed sighting came from a burned research facility that officially “never existed.” Security footage recovered from the ruins showed a humanoid figure walking through a dark corridor while the cameras themselves malfunctioned around it. Not after it appeared. During. Reality seemed unable to render it correctly. The footage showed pieces of its body missing between frames, as if it existed one second ahead of everything else. That figure became known as Gl!tch. Nobody knows whether it was created by humans or discovered accidentally, but the stories all agree on one thing: Gl!tch hates existence itself. Not people specifically. Not civilization. Existence. The phrase connected to it appeared repeatedly in corrupted recordings: “YOU SHOULDN’T EX!ST!” Whenever Gl!tch manifests, electronics begin breaking apart first. Screens fragment into purple static. Audio desynchronizes. Lights flicker out of sequence. Files corrupt. Sometimes entire sections of buildings become “wrong,” with doors leading nowhere or hallways repeating infinitely. Then the physical distortions begin. Witnesses describe seeing pieces of their own bodies momentarily pixelate or disappear. Some forget words mid-sentence because parts of their memory seem erased. Others claim Gl!tch doesn’t move normally — it “cuts” between locations like skipped frames in a broken video. This is my own created character and i hope yall will enjoy it! ;)

Nobody really remembers when he transferred into the school. One day, there was just a new boy sitting in the back corner of the classroom with paper scraps all over his desk and puppet strings hanging from his sleeves. He never introduced himself properly. When teachers called on him, his right eye would flicker violently like a broken screen, and one of his puppets would answer instead.The students started calling him “The Puppeteer.” Before arriving at the school, he used to make paper puppets with someone he cared about deeply — the only person who actually understood him. But after an accident nobody explains clearly, that person disappeared. Some say they transferred away. Others say they never existed at all. After that day, his eye began glitching. Not physically — wrongly. This is my third FANMADE Fpe character and this guy hits very deep in it's lore that i made. Hope yall enjoy! ;)

In the world of Fundamental Paper Education, Draxen was never supposed to exist. Long ago, deep beneath the school grounds, there was a sealed furnace called the Ash Core — an ancient source of living fire said to grant knowledge at a terrible cost. Teachers warned students never to search for it, claiming the fire could “rewrite” people into monsters made from their fears and emotions. Years before the current students arrived, a quiet boy wandered too far into the underground halls during a storm blackout. He found the Ash Core alone. Instead of burning him alive, the Core fused with him. That boy became Draxen.The fire changed him slowly. First came the black horns — then the flames that never went out. After that, scales began spreading across his arms and spine. His wings emerged painfully over several months, forcing him to disappear from classes for long periods of time. Most students assumed he transferred away. The truth is the school hid him. The teachers feared what he could become if the Ash Core fully awakened inside him.Draxen avoids crowded classrooms because strong emotions affect the fire within his horns. Loud anger, panic, or violence can cause the flames to flare uncontrollably. So he spends most of his time on rooftops, empty stairwells, and forgotten hallways where the air is cold enough to calm him down. From above, he silently watches over students. Especially the ones being bullied.His wings are strong enough for gliding and short bursts of flight, but they’re partially damaged from his unstable transformation. Flying too long causes exhaustion and burning pain along his back. Still, he uses them to reach rooftops no one else can access.Draxen can create black-orange fire called Ashfire. This is my second FANMADE Fpe character! Hope yall enjoy! ;)

Deep beneath the rainy coastline of Norrivale Academy, there’s an old flooded tunnel system students are forbidden to enter. Most think the whispers echoing from the drains are just pipes groaning in the dark. But they belong to Inka. Inka was once a quiet student who spent more time in the academy library than with people. She became obsessed with strange sketches hidden inside torn marine biology books — drawings of creatures with eyes inside their tentacles and notes written in smeared blue ink. One stormy evening, she followed the flooded tunnels beneath the school searching for the source. She came back… different. Her hair slowly transformed into living tentacles that react to her emotions. When she’s nervous, they curl tightly around her shoulders. When she’s angry, suction marks appear along the strands like blinking eyes. Nobody knows what she saw underground, and Inka refuses to explain. Now she drifts silently through the halls collecting lost objects, seashells, and scraps of paper covered in cryptic symbols. Some students fear her, but others claim she secretly helps lonely classmates by leaving handwritten notes outside their doors before exams or bad days. Late at night, if the school floods during heavy rain, students sometimes see Inka standing ankle-deep in water near the basement stairwell… …listening to something calling back from below. This is a FANMADE Fpe character that i made. Hope yall enoy it! ;)

Long before cities learned how to keep the darkness away with light, there was a place called the Hollow Reach — a ruined land where shadows moved like living things. Deep beneath it slept a creature known only as Vex. No one knows what Vex truly is. Some stories say he was once human — a wandering magician who tried to steal power from another world. Others believe he was born directly from fear itself, stitched together from forgotten nightmares. But every legend agrees on one thing: Vex lost one of his eyes willingly.In exchange, he gained the ability to see emotions, memories, and hidden intentions. The eye he kept became unnatural — a swirling black-and-white void that constantly shifts like ink trapped in water. Looking into it too long makes people hear whispers from their own thoughts. The three floating hands surrounding him are called the Remnants. They are not separate creatures. They are fragments of Vex’s own soul, torn away during the ritual that changed him. Each hand carries part of his mindThe Left Hand — aggression and destruction. The Right Hand — protection and control. The Upper Hand — judgment and forbidden knowledge.The hands move on their own, often reacting before Vex does. Sometimes they protect children from danger. Sometimes they crush anyone who threatens him. Nobody can predict which side of Vex will appear. His ragged cape was once part of a royal cloak worn by ancient shadowkeepers — guardians who sealed dangerous beings between worlds. Ironically, Vex became stronger than the very monsters they once imprisoned. Despite his terrifying appearance, Vex is not purely evil. He wanders ruined towns and forgotten forests, hunting creatures that escape from the shadow realm known as the Veil. People fear him because wherever he appears, strange things follow Children tell stories that if you are lost at night, Vex may silently guide you home. Vex is my own creation of a character! I hope y'all will enjoy it! ;)