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my life lately

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some Superman (2025) letterboxd reviews I wanted to share.

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DEMO (TBA) | FORUM (TBA) | CHARACTER INTROS (TBA)

BLOOD AND IRON is a compelling and mature action IF made for an adult audience. This story includes content that some may find disturbing, such as explicit language, mentions of child trafficking, abuse, psychological stress, homophobia, intense violence, death, gore, and much more.

Inspired by Batman, John Wick, Ninja Assassin, The Punisher, and The Equalizer.

Chicago bleeds quietly these days. Not in the headlines, but in basements, behind unmarked doors, in the flicker of broken streetlamps, no proper badge patrols.

The world didn’t ask if you were ready. It just kept turning and grinding down the soft parts until only the sharp edges remained.

Raised in a hidden facility outside Chicago, you were one of many children. An experiment in obedience, efficiency, and silence. They didn’t call it a home. They called it a program. And you survived it.

Barely.

They stripped your name. Trained your body. Broke your will, up until they didn’t.

You escaped.

The world didn’t know what to do with you.

But he did—the man who saved you, giving you a name, cover, and a second chance dressed up as a normal life.

By day, you blend seamlessly into the crowd, adopting a new name and working a steady job making pizzas. To the citizens of South Chicago, you’re just another face on the street.

But by night, you take on a different role—one that cleans up the shadows left by a broken system: dismantling organ trafficking rings, confronting human traffickers, and bringing to justice those killers shielded by power or wealth.

But this isn’t just an act of heroism on your part.

It’s personal.

You’re digging through the filth of this city, tearing up every buried secret, because somewhere beneath it all lies the truth.

The Facility.

And the man who ran it.

Whitaker.

He’s not on any official record—and the place that you escaped from doesn’t exist on paper.

But you remember the rooms. The drills. The screaming. The numbers burned into your skin like a barcode.

Every body you drop might be connected. Every whisper might lead back to him.

You’re not a hero.

You’re a survivor searching for the ghost of the man who made you—and the trail of blood he left behind.

The closer you get, the more unstable everything becomes—your past, your purpose, his goal.

You can follow orders. Break free. Burn it all down. But one question echoes through every silence:

Who will you become when you finally reach the end?

Play as male, female, or nonbinary.

Define who you are beyond the number—whether you seek connection, crave freedom, or prefer to walk alone.

Be straight, gay, lesbian, bisexual, pansexual, aromantic, or asexual.

Establish your cover identity—first and last name. C-4 doesn’t exist outside the wire.

Explore Chicago in the 90s.

Experience flashbacks of your harrowing and unforgiving childhood at the facility.

Define your body and presence with scars, tattoos and more, including flavour stats that affect immersion and narrative tone.

Choose your ride, customize it, and leave your mark in burnt rubber and broken taillights. Whether it’s a snarling muscle car, a rumbling motorcycle, a rugged Jeep, or a heavy-duty pickup, you’ll be behind the wheel.

Experience a world where the way you choose your character's appearance influences how others perceive and interact with you. (Intimidation Meter)

Choose your physical appearance, build and height—whether towering and lithe, or compact and deadly.

Meet six ROs, each with their own storylines, layered personalities, and emotional arcs that evolve with your choices. It’s up to you to decide how the story unfolds: as allies, enemies, or even the possibility of something more.

Get ready for action. This story pulls no punches—literally. You’ll be thrown headfirst into brutal gunfights, savage fistfights, high-speed car chases, and close-quarters takedowns.

Define your personality through detailed flavour choices: are you brutal or merciful, stoic or emotional, cautious or impulsive, friendly or rude?

Navigate the grim underworld of adulthood: surveillance, corruption, organized crime, and the scars of memory.

Shape your legacy in a world that tried to erase your humanity. It's all down to you C-4.

OPERATIVE D-6 (RO)

Age: 24 Gender: Player-selectable (M/F) Nationality/Ethnicity: Korean-American Vibe: Ghost of the past. Loyalty carved from trauma. Quiet intensity.

The Operative — the life you left behind, still trying to follow you home.

D-6 is a shadow stitched to your childhood, moving with a precision that speaks louder than words ever could. They don’t flinch, don’t blink, and rarely break eye contact—yet there’s no threat in it. Just memory. Just calculation. The facility shaped them like it shaped you, but where you ran, they stayed. Hardened. Refined. Perfected into something cold and frighteningly still.

They barely speak, but understand everything. Loyal not by choice, but by conditioning—yet something in their gaze suggests the cracks are forming.

Whether D-6 is here to kill you, bring you back or break away with you… even they haven’t decided. But they’ve always been watching. And they never forget.

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DETECTIVE JUNO REYES (RO)

Age: 33 Gender: Player-selectable (M/F) Nationality/Ethnicity: Puerto Rican-American Vibe: Gravely moral. Sharp-jawed justice. Righteous conflict.

The Detective — your ideological foil, and mirror of what you could have been with a badge instead of a body count.

Detective Juno Reyes is the type of person to walk like they carry the whole city on their shoulders, and honestly, maybe they do. Every crime scene clings to their coat, every unsolved case etched into the set of their jaw. They believe in justice, not the easy kind, but the kind that scrapes its knuckles bloody. The kind that keeps them up at night because they still think it matters.

Juno doesn’t trust you. Maybe they never will. But they understand you in the way only someone on the other side of the line can.

Where you cut through the rot with a blade, they try to dig it out with a badge. Righteous, relentless, and furious with the system that fails people like you, and maybe even with themselves for not walking away from it.

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NICO/NIA RUSSO (RO)

Age: 22 Gender: Player-selectable (M/F) Nationality/Ethnicity: Italian-American Vibe: Snark-as-armour. Trash-mouth tendencies. Hot grease and soft heart.

The Co-worker — the one who has their worst days, yet still shows up.

Russo talks like the world owes them a fistfight and a cigarette break. All bite, all bark, and just enough burn to keep people at arm’s length. They’ve got grease on their apron, a permanent chip on their shoulder, and a mouth that never learned the word “filter.” You’re not sure they even like the job, but they’re here, day after day, late at times, but constantly grinding out those shifts like it's a special part of their routine.

They’re also halfway through a criminal justice degree at a city college they never talk about unless they’re arguing with the news playing in the background. Claims it’s all bullshit—cops, lawyers, the system. But you’ve caught Russo studying case law in the backroom between deliveries. Says it’s for the credits, but the way their jaw tightens during certain stories on the news? It’s more than that.

They're not just pissed off. They’re paying attention.

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KIERAN/KIERA MYLES (RO)

Age: 27 Gender: Player-selectable (M/F) Nationality/Ethnicity: Half White, Half Mexican-American Vibe: Fragrance, coded language, and too many knives hidden in tailored jackets

The Interloper — the one who wasn’t supposed to be on your radar—but is.

Myles moves through rooms like a whispered secret and the scent of money—sharp, intentional, impossible to ignore. Head high, steps measured, eyes always calculating. They speak in layers, smile in puzzles, and dress like they’re late for a gala or an ambush, maybe both. Everything about them feels curated, controlled… until it isn’t.

You don’t know what they want, not really.

One minute it’s intel, the next it’s something softer, more dangerous.

Myles wasn't part of your mission. Not part of your world. But now they’re in it, circling closer, asking questions with too much knowledge behind the eyes. You're not sure if they’re here to ruin you, or to remind you there’s still something left worth ruining.

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ALEX/ALEXI MONROE (RO)

Age: 25 Gender: Player-selectable (M/F) Nationality/Ethnicity: Scandanavian-American Vibe: Softness meets suspicion. The light in the hallway. The warmth in the cold

The Neighbor — the one who sees past the walls and doesn’t look away.

Monroe lives two doors down and leaves their window open when it rains. They laugh too loudly at sitcom reruns, forget to water their plants, and hum under their breath while waiting for the kettle to boil. On the surface: harmless. Gentle. The kind of softness you’d expect to break easy.

But there’s something behind the smile—something watchful—subtly. Thoughtfully. The way someone does when they’re used to reading what isn’t said.

Monroe doesn't pry. They just linger. Just look a little too long sometimes, like they’re trying to put a puzzle together without knowing what the picture will exactly be.

And worse, they still smile at you anyway.

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ROWAN/RHEA CARTER (RO)

Age: 29 Gender: Player-selectable (M/F) Nationality/Ethnicity: African-American Vibe: Revolutionary soul. Firebrand idealism. Beautiful, dangerous hope.

The Crusader — the one who wants to save the world, even if it means breaking it.

Carter speaks like every word could spark a revolution, and maybe it could, if they weren’t already carrying the weight of too many failed ones. There’s something magnetic in the way they move through a room, controlled chaos, dressed in confidence and defiance. Their voice carries conviction like heat, and they never seem to doubt it. Not publicly, at least.

They believe in something bigger. In justice. In tearing down the structures that rot people from the inside out. It’s not naive, what they preach, it’s dangerous. The kind of hope that gets people killed. The kind that inspires others to follow anyway.

Carter sees what’s broken and doesn't look away. They demand change, even if it has to be carved from ruin. That makes them dangerous. That makes them rare.

And when they look at you, it’s like they see the potential for something more, something bigger than just blood and vengeance. But whether that makes you want to run toward them or burn everything down before they get too close… that’s up to you.

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ELIJAH CREED

Age: 44 Gender: Male Nationality/Ethnicity: Irish-American Vibe: Cigars, classical music, hollow warmth. That voice that makes monsters feel like myths.

The Father — the one who gave you a name, a roof, and a purpose.

Elijah Creed moves through the world like a man carrying both a lifetime of regrets and the weight of unshakable resolve. There’s a quiet authority in his voice, calm, deliberate, the kind that can soothe storms or summon lightning. His days are marked by the scent of cigars and the soft notes of classical music drifting through the rooms of the house you guys used to share.

He’s not just a guardian, he’s the father you never truly had, the one who took you in when the world wanted to erase you. Behind that steady warmth lies a steel core, forged by loss and haunted by the past. Elijah gave you a name, a place to belong, and a reason to fight, but never illusions that the world outside is anything less than brutal.

He is both shelter and shadow, a man who knows the cost of survival—and who will make sure you never pay it alone.

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MS. CLAUDIA BELLAMY

Age: 49 Gender: Female Nationality/Ethnicity: American (Afro-Puerto Rican) Vibe: Gold hoops, chipped nail polish, a cigarette always halfway gone. Keeps a revolver in her sewing kit and a bottle of gin under the sink.

The Landlord — the building’s backbone, eyes, and occasional judge, jury, and babysitter.

Ms. Bellamy has lived in the building longer than the cockroaches, and even they know better than to cross her. Her voice rarely rises, but when it does, even the radiators stop rattling. Always in gold hoops and a housecoat with yesterday’s cigarette still smoldering in the ashtray, she moves like someone who’s already seen the worst and didn’t flinch.

She doesn’t run the building. She rules it, half landlady, half neighbourhood matriarch. Rent better be on time, the hallways better stay quiet, and no one better mess with the kid on the second floor unless they want a lecture followed by a left hook.

She calls your new name like it’s your real one, sees through lies like smoke through sunlight, and keeps a .38 tucked behind the cans of beans in her pantry. Whatever history she has, it walks with her, but she’ll never speak of it unless the city starts burning again. And even then, only maybe.

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SALVATORE “SAL” RUSSO

Age: 47 Gender: Male Nationality/Ethnicity: Italian-American Vibe: Loud shirt, louder laugh. The kind of man who sings to the tomato sauce and cries at baseball games.

The Pizza King — a local legend with marinara in his veins and a heart too big for this city.

Salvatore Russo isn’t just the owner of the pizza shop—he is the pizza shop. Grease-stained apron, gold chain bouncing with every belly laugh, and a voice that could carry through a riot. He talks with his hands, loves like he’s got something to prove, and swears every pie has a soul.

To the neighborhood, he’s an uncle. To his niece/nephew, he’s a safety net and a headache. And to you? He’s the rare kind of man who doesn’t ask questions he doesn’t want the answers to, so long as you show up, work hard, and don’t scare the regulars.

Somehow, Sal always knows when to push, and when to just slide you a slice and say nothing at all, but could all the smile and laughter be hiding a deeper truth than what's shown on the surface?

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WHEELS

Age: 36 Gender: Male Nationality/Ethnicity: Polish-American Vibe: Motor oil and Marlboro smoke. Burnt fingers. Mismatched socks stuffed into combat boots. A man who can hotwire your car with a bottle cap and grudge.

The Arms Dealer — your supplier and the only man in Chicago who listens to Public Enemy while cleaning an M4.

Wheels moves through the city like a ghost with a purpose—fast, sharp, and unpredictable. He’s not just an arms dealer; he’s a craftsman, a collector of weapons with stories carved into their blades. Among his prized possessions are three custom knives, each named after people who shaped his life, two exes who taught him lessons in pain and betrayal, and one for his mother, the only person he never wanted to disappoint.

His sharp gaze misses nothing, always sizing up threats and opportunities with cold precision. Reliable when it counts, Wheels plays the game on his own terms, offering more than just firepower, he’s a lifeline in a city drowning in chaos, but one that carries a warning: trust him carefully, or not at all.

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DR. SILAS CROSS

Age: 55 Gender: Male Nationality/Ethnicity: Lebanese-American Vibe: Tailored suits under his lab coat. Surgical gloves and bourbon. The hum of high-end equipment beneath the jazz playing low through recessed speakers.

The Surgeon — not your friend, not your enemy, just the man who keeps you stitched together.

Dr. Cross is not the kind of man you thank.

You show up bleeding, broken, maybe dying, and he fixes you anyway. No questions. No judgment. Just the quiet clink of surgical tools and the faint smell of antiseptic layered beneath expensive cologne. His clinic hides behind the façade of a luxury med spa, but the back rooms tell a different story. Marble floors, climate control, and machines that hum like symphonies, because pain, here, is handled with elegance.

He wears tailored suits under his lab coat, pours bourbon like it’s medicine, and plays Coltrane through speakers you’ll never find. Every stitch comes with an unspoken rule: you don’t ask about him, and he doesn’t ask about you. His price is steep, but he’s the reason a dozen corpses aren’t yours.

He’s not your friend. Not your savior. He’s the man who puts you back together because it’s the only thing he still knows how to do.

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REESE

Age: 12 Gender: Male Nationality/Ethnicity: African-American Vibe: Scuffed sneakers. Sharp eyes. A heart still intact—but only barely.

The Kid — street-smart pickpocket and your stubborn follower.

Reese has a grin too big for someone who’s had to survive this much.

He moves like he owns the sidewalk, dodging adults, snatching wallets, slipping through crowds like smoke. Every scrape on his knees and tear in his hoodie tells a story, and most of them end with him outrunning someone bigger. Or meaner. Or both. But behind all the swagger and mouthiness, there’s a kid who still believes in something. Maybe not people. But moments. Mercy. Second chances.

Reese follows you like a stray cat that decided you were home. Doesn’t care how cold you get, how many times you warn him off. You’re a ghost in a city full of monsters, and somehow, he’s decided you’re one of the better ones. Maybe the only one.

He’s not smart enough to know who you truly are.

But is young enough to believe that there’s still more to you than what meets the eye.

TBA.

Taggings: @interact-if

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not all ships are For wanting them to be in a happy healthy relationship together. sometimes shipping two characters means you want them to be erotically obsessed with each other and become entwined in a mutually toxic love affair for a few months and then horrifically break each other's hearts and never speak again. sometimes you want them to be codependent best friends with enough repression to explode a submarine who only make out/have sex when they're at their worst. sometimes you want them to pine after each other for years, never say anything, and then die. sometimes you want them to kill each other. this, too, is shipping

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ames said: "why aren't you grinding 🤨❓️" SOMEONE GET HER A MIC AND A PODCAST

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and if i say that this was the first time she'd felt joy in months, then what? 🥰 AAHH SHE LOVES HER DAD SO MUCH!!!!!

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oh mama is not making it out of this one

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mason every time amelia mentions dying 💔🥀

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The Wayhaven Chronicles Book 4 - Final Demo is available TODAY through the Crow Quill+ tier on Patreon - head over to the link in bio to get exclusive pre-public access!

(I totally got the date wrong 😬 so think of it as an early weekend treat hehe!)

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thinking about how when you experience a lot of shame in your formative years (indirectly, directly, as abuse or just as an extant part of your environment) it becomes really difficult to be perceived by other people in general. the mere concept of someone watching me do anything, whether it's a totally normal activity or something unfamiliar of embarrassing, whether I'm working in an excel spreadsheet or being horny on main, it just makes my skin crawl and my brain turn to static because I cannot convince myself that it's okay to be seen and experienced. because to exist is to be ashamed and embarrassed of myself, whether I'm failing at something or not, because my instinctive reaction to anyone commenting on ANYTHING I'm doing is to crawl into a hole and die. it's such a bizarre and dehumanizing feeling to just not be able to exist without constantly thinking about how you are being Perceived. ceaseless watcher give me a god damn break.

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teen wolf is fr show of all time. their commitment to using edm makes it work. introduce the most dog coded character and go this is a werewolf. scott genuinely thinking lycanthropy is a disease. the asshole jock character is that way because he's adopted and his best friend is a gay guy who btw everyone likes. scott being shocked allisons family are werewolf hunters versus jackson immediately going “it makes sense. argent in french is silver” jackson hating scott so bad because hes suddenly good at lacrosse that he genuinely tries to murder him. scott not caring that there might be a serial killer on the loose bc he just wants his inhaler back bc those things are like 50 dollars. scott also not caring that hes a werewolf bc hes got work and homework and lacrosse and a pretty girl to impress. and his genius sarcastic best friend has adhd. and all of this happened in the first season.

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Shout out to Characters who are shells of their former selves! You died and you’re not coming back! You don’t recognize yourself and neither does anyone else, and it’s anyone’s guess what the fuck you’re supposed to be now!

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The Wayhaven Chronicles Book 4 - Final Demo Trailer

Exclusive Patreon Access: 28th June 2025

Public Release: 3rd July 2025 _ _ _ _

Stock Media provided by LindsjoMusic / Pond5 Stock Media provided by Canva

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MORE RO ASKS BC IM OBSESSED BUT U CAN IGNORE THIS IF UR TOO BUSY how would the RO's deal w someone who is also interested in the MC and is courting them LMAO

Oh no no no, you think I’d ignore this?

✝️ Father Isaac Rowe

The stranger touches your hand when they laugh.

Isaac sees it from across the room. The way you tilt your head. The way they lean in.

He doesn’t speak at first. He watches. Then, later, in the quiet of the chapel, when you’re alone:

“Are they… important to you?”

He doesn’t look at you when he says it. He’s kneeling like always, back straight, collar tight, hands clasped like prayer will keep him from feeling what he feels.

You move closer, and he flinches, not from you. From himself.

“You’re allowed to want things,” he says softly, “but I need to know if I should start asking for forgiveness now.”

🎙️ Silas Wren

He’s watching.

From across the bar, from behind the mic, through his phone—he’s watching them flirt with you, and you’re smiling. You laugh. You touch their arm.

By the time you’re alone again, he’s spiraling.

“You like them?” His voice is low, biting around the edges. “Is that what this is now? Cute stranger makes you forget who’s been here this whole damn time?”

You call his name. He laughs—bitter, shaking.

“I’d kill for you.”

You say you know. He says, “Then why don’t you act like it?”

🕯️ Sister Mercy

She doesn’t flinch when the other suitor touches your lower back.

She smiles.

Later that night, you find a small figurine on your pillow, an exact replica of the suitor’s face, carved in wax. Its eyes are missing. Its mouth is stitched shut.

Mercy leans against the doorframe, tilting her head.

“They won’t pursue you again. They’ve seen enough.”

You ask her what she means.

She smiles wider.

“I showed them what happens to those who covet what is His.”

You ask if she means Him. She steps closer.

“No,” she says, cupping your face. “I mean mine.”

🧠 Dr. Elaine Marrow

You tell her, maybe teasingly, that someone asked you out.

She goes silent.

The next morning, that person’s name is redacted from every file in the shared system. Their appointment mysteriously disappears. Their number is blocked from the office phone.

You confront her. She doesn’t deny it.

“They were a variable,” she says flatly. “I removed it.”

You ask her if she’s jealous.

“No,” she replies, voice cool. “I’m territorial.”

You start to walk away. She stops you with a hand on your wrist.

“You’re allowed to explore,” she murmurs. “But if you come back to me, I’ll make sure you never want to leave again.”

🚬 Detective Jonah Redd

You’re both at some event. You’re laughing with someone, and Jonah’s standing just a little too still.

He doesn’t interfere. Doesn’t speak. Just watches.

Later, when you’re both alone, he lights a cigarette with shaking hands.

“Didn’t realize I was in a competition,” he mutters.

You tell him you weren’t choosing anyone.

“Didn’t say you were,” he says. “But it sure looked easy, letting someone else in.”

You go to touch him, and he catches your hand gently, eyes tired.

“I’ve been trying to take my time with you,” he murmurs, “but you tell me if that’s a mistake.”

👁️ The Second (HIM)

The suitor does not survive the night.

No one sees it happen. There’s no evidence. Only you, waking to find a gift on your pillow, an item the suitor wore, stained with something dark.

He appears behind you, voice warm as breath:

“Do not entertain insects.”

You ask if He did something.

“They reached for what belongs to Me. I gave them understanding.”

You should be afraid. But His fingers brush your throat, and you lean back into Him.

“Would you like Me to show you what I do to things I want to keep?”

You say yes. You don’t know what it means. But you say yes.

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GENRES: Psychological Horror, Supernatural Thriller, Mystery, Apocalyptic Drama

CONTENT WARNINGS: Guilt, suicide, mental breakdowns, religious themes, emotional manipulation, death, violence (non-graphic), mass hysteria, existential dread, mild body horror, cult behavior, and scenes of intense psychological unease.

(This story is dark and introspective. Reader discretion is advised.)

You are a nobody. A citizen in a city crumbling under its own sins—violence, apathy, corruption, faith lost and power abused.

And then… He arrives.

They call Him The Second. He’s calm. Soft-spoken. He doesn’t threaten. But in every place He appears, people begin to break. Confess. Kill. Vanish. Not because He harms them, but because they see themselves… too clearly.

Some worship Him. Others fear Him. But one thing is certain: He is not here to save. He is the second coming of sin.

Customizable MC (you) with customizable reactions

Multiple perspectives (brief playable flashbacks of others affected by Him)

Dynamic morality system (not “good” or “bad”, just what you can live with)

Unreliable narration

Foreshadowing, hidden clues, and optional deep dives into lore

HIM

“I am not your savior. I am the consequence you summoned.”

The mysterious man at the center of it all.

Always calm, eerily kind.

Appears across the city at random.

His presence alone causes breakdowns, death, or revelation.

No one knows His real name—or what He wants.

He is either divine... or the final product of human sin.

Detective Jonah Voss

“You’re telling me the guy walks in, says nothing, and a man with no priors just hangs himself?”

A grizzled, chain-smoking detective assigned to investigate the deaths linked to Him.

Sarcastic, skeptical, and tired of everything.

Hides his guilt well—until He arrives.

Reluctant to believe in anything… but slowly realizing he may be part of something far bigger.

Sister Mercy

“You’re all asking the wrong question. It’s not who He is. It’s who we made Him into.”

A young nun who believes He is a divine reckoning.

Soft-spoken, poetic, unsettlingly wise beyond her years.

Acts as a spiritual guide—or a manipulator. You decide.

She may know more than she’s letting on.

Silas Wren

“I recorded it. Him. I saw it happen. And I’m telling you—he’s not human.”

A conspiracy podcaster-turned-doomsday prophet.

Obsessed with finding patterns, messages, proof.

Claims he caught The Second on video—but no one who watches it survives.

Loud, manic, strangely charming.

Dr. Elaine Marrow

“The phenomenon is psychological. Mass hysteria. Projected guilt. Explainable.”

A clinical psychologist brought in to consult with authorities.

Believes there’s a scientific explanation for the deaths.

Rational to a fault—but beginning to fray.

Has a personal reason to deny the supernatural.

Amari & Ruth (The Twins)

“He loves us. That’s why we see Him everywhere.”

Teenage twin girls who follow Him from city to city.

Claim He speaks to them in dreams.

Their eerily synchronized behavior unnerves everyone.

One seems sweet. One seems cruel. Both know more than they should.

Father Isaac Rowe

“I preached forgiveness for thirty years. Now I wonder if I just taught people how to lie to God.”

A once-popular televangelist now disgraced.

Obsessed with redemption—and terrified of what The Second means.

Wants to face Him. Needs to.

But his past is catching up.

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THAT 70’S SHOW 1x22 "Punk Chick"

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"Gems of the Community" Masquerade Ball - MC Gem Theme Outfit Choices.

Oh guys, you have no idea how long I've been waiting for the results of these polls! Not only because it means I can properly finish the chapter by adding the choice set in, but mostly because I can start picturing things in my mind for the ball now the gem themes are in, hehe! :D

Our Patreon members picked some great choices! Can't wait to write them now… :D