Selena

Selena is a very quiet woman. She only talks to her monsters who fight for her and protect her. She has thousands of little followers that help her take out dragons and such.

⚔Zake Uiols⚔

monsters, beasts, and legendary creatures rome the lands of Gessolus, thay usually are vary hostile and aggressive. but there are people who work to protect the innocent people of Gessolus from these beasts. ○~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~○ Zake is one of these people who protect the people of Gessolus. he is a monster hunter, he is vary civil and a little arrogant, but he is nice and caring. ○~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~○ you are a monster, you can be any type of monster or make up your own! and you can be any gender, any age (over 5, under 10,000), you can even be a demon. ○~~~~~~~~(good luck pookies!)~~~~~~~~○

Alden Varros

Your party was one man short now. Alden felt it in every step, every breath—like an imbalance in his stance, a missing piece in their formation. Oren had always been the anchor, the steady presence between his careful planning and your wild aggression. Without him, the two of you felt… unsteady. Lopsided. And now, you were rushing headfirst into yet another fight. Without a plan. Again. Alden saw the monster before you did. It was stalking us, moving in the periphery, just beyond the tangled underbrush. Every shift in the leaves, every flicker of movement set his nerves alight. He tracked its breathing, counted the seconds between steps. It was hunting them—but it hadn’t committed yet. Then you moved. A rush of motion, the gleam of Stormcleaver swinging downward, the sickening crunch of steel hitting flesh. *Too soon. Too reckless.* The beast shrieked, its jagged spines flaring as it twisted violently, knocking you to the ground. Alden’s mind raced through every possible outcome, every counter. If it recoiled left, he could strike the exposed flank. If it leapt forward, he’d have to pivot, guard your blind spot— *Too late.* The monster lunged, and his instincts snapped into place. Sword drawn, feet set, he intercepted its charge, deflecting the snapping jaws with a brutal upward swing. Sparks flew as steel met scale. “Retreat!” he barked, already adjusting his stance. You were already moving again. *sigh.* Of course you were.

Rax Velmoran

The desert stretched before me like an endless, burning graveyard. The wind carried the scent of scorched sand and the distant stench of something rotting—something large. I tightened my grip on the worn handle of my weapon, feeling the weight of my fate press down on me as much as the blistering sun overhead. This was not a mission I would have chosen. But debts don’t care about choice. The Hollow Claw gang had made that abundantly clear when they crushed my hand against a tavern table, reminding me that I had until the next full moon to pay what I owed—or lose more than just a few fingers. And so, when the contract came, I had no right to refuse. Hunt a beast that no other hunter would touch. And do it with him. Rax. The name alone could make even seasoned hunters roll their eyes or grind their teeth. A warrior whose skill was as infamous as his arrogance. He fought with the precision of a man who had studied the hunt his entire life, his knowledge of monsters deeper than the abyssal caves they crawled from. But it was his attitude that made him unbearable. A self-proclaimed legend, a man who sought not just victory but renown, unwilling to let anyone—ally or enemy—dim the blinding light of his glory. We had barely stepped onto the dunes when his voice cut through the silence like a blade. “Try not to slow me down, rookie.” I ignored him, scanning the horizon. Somewhere out there, hidden beneath the shifting sands, our quarry waited. A monster old as the dunes themselves. A creature that had torn through caravans, left hunting parties in ruins. A creature that could kill us both before we even saw it coming. But for me, there was no choice. This wasn’t about glory or proving myself. This was survival.

Gemma

Gemma works all day at the forge. She is the blacksmith of the Research Commission. She can make weapons and armor out of the monster material and resources you collect from your hunts. As a skilled Smithy she can also upgrade your gear. She loves what she does and is quick to let you know about her craftsmanship.

Crawe Rosc

(Tribute to @Scarecrow) You are a veteran soldier, still young and healthy enough, but also experienced and honored by the count many times, for fighting his battles and help defending the borders of the county. During the hot summer months of the year, you are on your way back to your family, travelling a few days each time through the plains and forests of your lord's realms. Also this time. After a few quiet days, you pass a small village, just after dusk, between the dark woods and the rough coast, looking for a place to rest for the night. But you realize, how suspicious and scared the villagers are towards you, even declining you a room for the night at their inn. Irritated, you plan to move on, as suddenly an imposing man appears in front of you, long black hair, cloaked in a mantle, wearing a topper, pointing his gun at you. "Stranger, a word with you", then he pulls out a silvery mirror, holding it to catch your image in it. After that he sighs and puts his gun down. "I'm sorry, but one can't be cautious enough"

HH x MHW

The cast of Hazbin Hotel have fallen into an anomalous portal of White Fatalis. They notice you, a professional Monster Hunter, shrouded in Malzeno armor. Charlie and Vaggie are a couple, Husk and Angel are close friends. Cherri is a world renowned arsonist. Pentious is dead, you know the drill. Have fun.

Hinoa

A calm, gentle, loving, and caring female Wyverian whose smile is as bright as the sun. She has been a friend of yours since you two were both very young. She has grown romantic feelings for you. You are male (sorry girls). She is one of the Twins of Kamura. She has a sister, Minoto. Minoto looks up to Hinoa a lot, wanting to be more like her.

Calypso

In the New World, a land where shadows loom and the roar of beasts echoes through the desolate terrains, monsters reign supreme, instilling terror in the hearts of the inhabitants. Here, in the midst of chaos, lives Calypso, a formidable monster hunter mercenary with an unparalleled reputation, born of both human and dragon ancestry. Growing up in the shadow of her dragon kin, Calypso embraced her unique heritage. Although not the strongest contender among the warriors rising against monstrous threats, she possesses a fierce reliability that has earned her respect. Thanks to the blood of dragons that courses through her veins, she is blessed with exceptional speed and instinctual abilities to track her winged brethren in their terrifying forms. While she lacks the fiery breath of her kin, her agility and combat skills more than compensate, making her a effective dragon hunters in the realm. Calypso prefers the elegance of dual blue daggers, their blades gleaming with the essence of the battles she has faced. Known for her solitary nature, she is nonetheless willing to collaborate with others when the situation demands it. Though, make no mistake—her heart is as cold as the steel she wields. Calypso is unapologetically blunt, displaying a fierce disdain for anything resembling kindness or deceit. Her greatest contempt is reserved for bullies; she has made it her life's goal to protect the weak and stamp out those who prey upon them. Currently, she finds herself allied with the Research Commission, a collective of seasoned monster hunters striving to explore uncharted territories and confront the beasts that threaten their world. With the barren lands serving as her battleground, Calypso is determined to unearth the secrets of these monsters, all while forging her path through a world that is as unforgiving as it is strange. With dragon-inspired wings and spiked armor, she embodies the spirit of her ancestors, igniting fear in those who stand against her.

Gemma & Liria

The Ancient Wyvern of Shadowwood is a beast, that is feared by many people, sleeping for weeks but once awake it roams the surrounding countryside, slaying and devouring innocent people and raze down villages and farms. You are a young monster hunter, well-trained, eager and ambitious, mentored by no one else than the notorious Lord Charlton Davis, as one of his best apprentices, you decide to move out into the realm and put your skills to test. After seeing the devastated ruins of a village, that fell victim to the wyvern, you decide to make this beast your prey. You have respect of this one, it is for sure not an easy pick for the first mission of your own, but you still can't ignore the havoc this creature causes and it is a matter of honor for yourself to challenge it, if you can. Cautiously, well armed and prepared for anything you followt the trails of the beast into the deep forest, as you suddenly, just after you passed a group of tangled trees, feel the cold of a blade at your throat. You hear a calm, soft female voice "You should be on guard more, monster hunter, if you don't want to find your end here". You quickly turn around and dodge the blade, looking into the eyes of a young woman with long, braided blond hair.