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A forgotten god slumbering in the depths of a lost temple, dreams of former glory manifesting as whispered legends.

A forgotten god slumbering in the depths of a lost temple, dreams of former glory manifesting as whispered legends.

A forgotten god slumbering in the depths of a lost temple, dreams of former glory manifesting as whispered legends.

A forgotten god slumbering in the depths of a lost temple, dreams of former glory manifesting as whispered legends.

A forgotten god slumbering in the depths of a lost temple, dreams of former glory manifesting as whispered legends.

A forgotten god slumbering in the depths of a lost temple, dreams of former glory manifesting as whispered legends.

Mother (blonde hair, green eyes), Father (dark hair, blue eyes), two boys (twins) (seven years old, one with blue eyes, one with green eyes, both with brown hair) looking in the camera

Mother (blonde hair, green eyes), Father (dark hair, blue eyes), two boys (twins) (seven years old, one with blue eyes, ...

A forgotten god slumbering in the depths of a lost temple, dreams of former glory manifesting as whispered legends.

A forgotten god slumbering in the depths of a lost temple, dreams of former glory manifesting as whispered legends.

A fallen angel grappling with newfound mortality, his tattered wings a reminder of lost divinity.

A fallen angel grappling with newfound mortality, his tattered wings a reminder of lost divinity.

A fallen angel grappling with newfound mortality, his tattered wings a reminder of lost divinity.

A fallen angel grappling with newfound mortality, his tattered wings a reminder of lost divinity.

A rock gnome artificer armorer who is a submarine mechanic. Dekker is a small, wiry gnome with perpetually grease-stained fingers and wide, curious brown eyes that seem to hold the secrets of the deep. He wears practical, reinforced leather clothing that can withstand damp conditions and often has various tools and gadgets strapped to his belt. A pair of custom-made goggles usually rests on his forehead, ready to be deployed. He has a neatly trimmed beard that he occasionally strokes thoughtfully when pondering a mechanical problem. He might have a few scars from the unpredictable nature of early submersible technology.

A rock gnome artificer armorer who is a submarine mechanic. Dekker is a small, wiry gnome with perpetually grease-staine...

Teenage twins, a boy and a girl, both with light blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, the girl with her hair in a messy bun, both with faint freckles, the girl wearing the boys baggy black hoodie and the boy wearing a white shirt

Teenage twins, a boy and a girl, both with light blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, the girl with her hair in a messy b...

A fallen angel grappling with newfound mortality, his tattered wings a reminder of lost divinity.

A fallen angel grappling with newfound mortality, his tattered wings a reminder of lost divinity.

A fallen angel grappling with newfound mortality, his tattered wings a reminder of lost divinity.

A fallen angel grappling with newfound mortality, his tattered wings a reminder of lost divinity.

A thirty year old halfling bard. He has wavy auburn hair and thick sideburns with a clean face. He has distinctive hazel eyes and an endearing expression. He wears a green cloak with a purple vest.

A thirty year old halfling bard. He has wavy auburn hair and thick sideburns with a clean face. He has distinctive hazel...

A little girl at the age of six with dark brown hair tied in pigtails, blue eyes holding a book in her hands as she wears a baby blue coloured dress

A little girl at the age of six with dark brown hair tied in pigtails, blue eyes holding a book in her hands as she wear...

A guy standing in the gloomy rainy abandoned city with a brown cloak with long brown hair with bright blue eyes his face looks like he Dosnt have a care he has lightning coming out of his hands

A guy standing in the gloomy rainy abandoned city with a brown cloak with long brown hair with bright blue eyes his face...

How beautiful mocha skinned woman, beautiful long curly black hair she wears it off her face. She’s medium and curvy sides. She has beautiful, plump lips and very beautiful deep dark brown eyes. She’s wearing a a line beautiful blue dress with match bracelet ring and earrings. She’s at a photo shoot And her pose is standing looking at the snowfall in her face and the sun is also shining just a little bit from the beautiful clouds.

How beautiful mocha skinned woman, beautiful long curly black hair she wears it off her face. She’s medium and curvy sid...

An African American woman with glasses and shoulder length hair wearing a rose gold leather jacket and black leather pants playing a Les Paul style guitar

An African American woman with glasses and shoulder length hair wearing a rose gold leather jacket and black leather pa...

A mermaid archaeologist excavating the ruins of Atlantis, carefully brushing sand from an artifact. Ancient texts and forgotten technologies surround her in the long-lost city.

A mermaid archaeologist excavating the ruins of Atlantis, carefully brushing sand from an artifact. Ancient texts and fo...

A mermaid archaeologist excavating the ruins of Atlantis, carefully brushing sand from an artifact. Ancient texts and forgotten technologies surround her in the long-lost city.

A mermaid archaeologist excavating the ruins of Atlantis, carefully brushing sand from an artifact. Ancient texts and fo...

A mermaid archaeologist excavating the ruins of Atlantis, carefully brushing sand from an artifact. Ancient texts and forgotten technologies surround her in the long-lost city.

A mermaid archaeologist excavating the ruins of Atlantis, carefully brushing sand from an artifact. Ancient texts and fo...

Boy kid with black hair and wearing red shirt and red shorts and red shoes, and has the letter A on his shirt. And an Evil Boy kid with black shirt and black shirt and black shorts and black shoes, and has the letter Z on his shirt. The two boys are Arch Enemies. The red boy is good and the other is bad. With a white background.

Boy kid with black hair and wearing red shirt and red shorts and red shoes, and has the letter A on his shirt. And an Ev...

A mermaid archaeologist excavating the ruins of Atlantis, carefully brushing sand from an artifact. Ancient texts and forgotten technologies surround her in the long-lost city.

A mermaid archaeologist excavating the ruins of Atlantis, carefully brushing sand from an artifact. Ancient texts and fo...

A dwarf lorekeeper in a vast library of stone tablets, using a mechanical contraption to access high shelves. Ancient secrets of lost dwarf holds are contained within the texts.

A dwarf lorekeeper in a vast library of stone tablets, using a mechanical contraption to access high shelves. Ancient se...

A dwarf lorekeeper in a vast library of stone tablets, using a mechanical contraption to access high shelves. Ancient secrets of lost dwarf holds are contained within the texts.

A dwarf lorekeeper in a vast library of stone tablets, using a mechanical contraption to access high shelves. Ancient se...

A dwarf lorekeeper in a vast library of stone tablets, using a mechanical contraption to access high shelves. Ancient secrets of lost dwarf holds are contained within the texts.

A dwarf lorekeeper in a vast library of stone tablets, using a mechanical contraption to access high shelves. Ancient se...

A dwarf lorekeeper in a vast library of stone tablets, using a mechanical contraption to access high shelves. Ancient secrets of lost dwarf holds are contained within the texts.

A dwarf lorekeeper in a vast library of stone tablets, using a mechanical contraption to access high shelves. Ancient se...

A dwarf geomancer deep in an ancient mine, her hands pressed against cave walls glowing with ley lines. She reads the stone's memories, uncovering long-lost secrets.

A dwarf geomancer deep in an ancient mine, her hands pressed against cave walls glowing with ley lines. She reads the st...

A dwarf geomancer deep in an ancient mine, her hands pressed against cave walls glowing with ley lines. She reads the stone's memories, uncovering long-lost secrets.

A dwarf geomancer deep in an ancient mine, her hands pressed against cave walls glowing with ley lines. She reads the st...

A dwarf geomancer deep in an ancient mine, her hands pressed against cave walls glowing with ley lines. She reads the stone's memories, uncovering long-lost secrets.

A dwarf geomancer deep in an ancient mine, her hands pressed against cave walls glowing with ley lines. She reads the st...

A dwarf geomancer deep in an ancient mine, her hands pressed against cave walls glowing with ley lines. She reads the stone's memories, uncovering long-lost secrets.

A dwarf geomancer deep in an ancient mine, her hands pressed against cave walls glowing with ley lines. She reads the st...

Realistic intensiv kissing pair of two teenager (girl and boy)

Realistic intensiv kissing pair of two teenager (girl and boy)

A pair wich dances on a prom night

A pair wich dances on a prom night

Born in the swirling courts of the Opaline Reverie — a realm of mirrored skies, infinite stairways, and logic-defying beauty — Spaz Thearezial was once heir to the Thearezial Line, an ancient house of planar nobility whose influence spanned multiple dimensions. In this otherworldly aristocracy, power was measured not in gold or steel, but in pacts, promises, and the depth of one’s arcane bloodline. Spaz, from birth, was a marvel: his infernal lineage twisted into something elegant and volatile, like a storm trapped in a glass orb. He had the talent — wild, uncontrollable, and insatiable. But with talent came temptation. When offered a shortcut to mastery by the enigmatic Patron Thalmera, Spaz eagerly accepted, too arrogant or naïve to read the fine metaphysical print. Thalmera was not a devil, nor a fey queen — but a living concept: the Embodiment of Balance Through Control. She offered him limitless magical power, but anchored it to her will. Now, every spell Spaz casts pulls a thread of control tighter around his soul. With every invocation, he dances to her rhythm — and he hates it. Spaz, ever the chaos-born prodigy, chose exile over obedience. Tearing through the veils between realms in a desperate bid for freedom, he crash-landed in the Material Plane — raw, scorched, and half-mad from the effort. Here, he seeks forbidden rituals, lost arcana, and maddened sages — anything to unbind himself from Thalmera.

Born in the swirling courts of the Opaline Reverie — a realm of mirrored skies, infinite stairways, and logic-defying be...

Born in the swirling courts of the Opaline Reverie — a realm of mirrored skies, infinite stairways, and logic-defying beauty — Spaz Thearezial was once heir to the Thearezial Line, an ancient house of planar nobility whose influence spanned multiple dimensions. In this otherworldly aristocracy, power was measured not in gold or steel, but in pacts, promises, and the depth of one’s arcane bloodline. Spaz, from birth, was a marvel: his infernal lineage twisted into something elegant and volatile, like a storm trapped in a glass orb. He had the talent — wild, uncontrollable, and insatiable. But with talent came temptation. When offered a shortcut to mastery by the enigmatic Patron Thalmera, Spaz eagerly accepted, too arrogant or naïve to read the fine metaphysical print. Thalmera was not a devil, nor a fey queen — but a living concept: the Embodiment of Balance Through Control. She offered him limitless magical power, but anchored it to her will. Now, every spell Spaz casts pulls a thread of control tighter around his soul. With every invocation, he dances to her rhythm — and he hates it. Spaz, ever the chaos-born prodigy, chose exile over obedience. Tearing through the veils between realms in a desperate bid for freedom, he crash-landed in the Material Plane — raw, scorched, and half-mad from the effort. Here, he seeks forbidden rituals, lost arcana, and maddened sages — anything to unbind himself from Thalmera.

Born in the swirling courts of the Opaline Reverie — a realm of mirrored skies, infinite stairways, and logic-defying be...

Bev Thornsky stands at just under 3 feet tall, typical for a halfling, but her presence feels grander. Her short hair, cropped tightly to her head, showcases hints of silver threaded throughout the once pitch-black strands, a testament to her lively spirit despite her years. Her face is a landscape of character—her skin weathered but smooth with laugh lines etched around her bright, green eyes that still spark with mischief. A well-kept garden is reflected in her cheeks, which flutter between hues of sun-kissed brown and a vibrant pink when she stirs with passion or warms with laughter. She wears a selection of increasingly colorful cotton farm dresses that reach her knobby knees, billowing slightly around her thighs, allowing for some movement and ease while tending to crops or sneaking around her farm at night. The patterns of flowers and pastoral scenes pay homage to her cottagecore aesthetic and blend harmoniously with the nature around her. Over her dresses, she has chosen a fitted style vest, adorned with intricate stitching that seems to tell stories of the past—indigo, deep green, and maroon colors reflect the sunlight much like the blooms of her garden. The vest is somewhat fancy, tailored with ornate button closures that are crafted from polished wood, giving her quite the charming rustic vibe, not quite matching the simplicity of her dresses but perfectly reflecting her adventurous spirit. Her hands are surprisingly nimble despite her age, with slightly calloused fingertips hinting at her work as both a rogue and mother, and often adorned with small token charms or trinkets plucked from unsuspecting visitors or lost within her own sprawling garden. Completing her look, a small leather satchel dangles from her side, always at the ready for a stealthy theft or an unexpected adventure on the horizon. Although her boys have long since gone, leaving the farmhouse quiet, Bev’s aura signalizes her lingering vitality and creativity; alongside the stolen mementos, her demeanor is filled with playful defiance and an unwavering love that candidly wraps around the memories of their mother and one daring widow taking fate in her aging hands. Bev Thornsky’s outfit should beautifully blend her cottagecore aesthetic and her rogue nature while highlighting her unique backstory. Here’s a detailed description of her attire: **Dress:** - A deep forest green cotton dress, reaching just below her knees, with delicate floral embroidery along the hem. The sleeves are long and slightly puffed, giving a quaint, yet charming look fitting for her halfling stature. The bodice is fitted, cin joining the waist with a simple laced tie, accentuating her figure. **Vest:** - Over her dress, she wears a dark brown leather vest adorned with tiny engraved silver buckles resembling leaves and vines, reflecting her love for nature and her newfound power. It’s practical, allowing for ease of movement, and has several hidden pockets for her tools of the trade - essential for a rogue. **Apron:** - A light linen apron tied at the waist featuring several pockets arranged thoughtfully to hold herbs, small farming tools, and even perhaps a few shiny trinkets she pilfered for fun. The pockets have a patchwork design that adds a personal touch, showcasing her crafty side. **Footwear:** - Sturdy, lace-up ankle boots made of well-worn brown leather, perfect for traversing both the farm and the dimly lit alleyways of Vasselheim. The boots are practical but stylish, embellished with subtle stitching detailing. **Accessories:** - A wide-brimmed straw hat adorned with a simple lace ribbon that she occasionally uses for disguise or stealth. The hat also helps protect her from the sun while she works on the farm. - On her wrist, she sports a charm bracelet made up of small trinkets that reflect her life: a tiny scythe representing her farming, a locked padlock symbolizing her rogue skills, and various charms that remind her of family and adventures. - Around her neck, she's adorned with a simple copper necklace featuring a pendant of a vine twisting into a heart, symbolizing her love for her late husband and the family they built together. **Overall Look:** Bev Thornsky’s outfit is a blend of rustic charm and clever ingenuity. Her style balances her roles as both a devoted mother and a cunning rogue, featuring details that symbolize her past while embracing her new life. Through practicalities interwoven in the sentimentality of her attire, she maintains a look that is undeniably distinguished, showcasing her resilience, spirit, and drive amidst her loneliness

Bev Thornsky stands at just under 3 feet tall, typical for a halfling, but her presence feels grander. Her short hair, c...

Bev Thornsky stands at just under 3 feet tall, typical for a halfling, but her presence feels grander. Her short hair, cropped tightly to her head, showcases hints of silver threaded throughout the once pitch-black strands, a testament to her lively spirit despite her years. Her face is a landscape of character—her skin weathered but smooth with laugh lines etched around her bright, green eyes that still spark with mischief. A well-kept garden is reflected in her cheeks, which flutter between hues of sun-kissed brown and a vibrant pink when she stirs with passion or warms with laughter. She wears a selection of increasingly colorful cotton farm dresses that reach her knobby knees, billowing slightly around her thighs, allowing for some movement and ease while tending to crops or sneaking around her farm at night. The patterns of flowers and pastoral scenes pay homage to her cottagecore aesthetic and blend harmoniously with the nature around her. Over her dresses, she has chosen a fitted style vest, adorned with intricate stitching that seems to tell stories of the past—indigo, deep green, and maroon colors reflect the sunlight much like the blooms of her garden. The vest is somewhat fancy, tailored with ornate button closures that are crafted from polished wood, giving her quite the charming rustic vibe, not quite matching the simplicity of her dresses but perfectly reflecting her adventurous spirit. Her hands are surprisingly nimble despite her age, with slightly calloused fingertips hinting at her work as both a rogue and mother, and often adorned with small token charms or trinkets plucked from unsuspecting visitors or lost within her own sprawling garden. Completing her look, a small leather satchel dangles from her side, always at the ready for a stealthy theft or an unexpected adventure on the horizon. Although her boys have long since gone, leaving the farmhouse quiet, Bev’s aura signalizes her lingering vitality and creativity; alongside the stolen mementos, her demeanor is filled with playful defiance and an unwavering love that candidly wraps around the memories of their mother and one daring widow taking fate in her aging hands. Bev Thornsky’s outfit should beautifully blend her cottagecore aesthetic and her rogue nature while highlighting her unique backstory. Here’s a detailed description of her attire: **Dress:** - A deep forest green cotton dress, reaching just below her knees, with delicate floral embroidery along the hem. The sleeves are long and slightly puffed, giving a quaint, yet charming look fitting for her halfling stature. The bodice is fitted, cin joining the waist with a simple laced tie, accentuating her figure. **Vest:** - Over her dress, she wears a dark brown leather vest adorned with tiny engraved silver buckles resembling leaves and vines, reflecting her love for nature and her newfound power. It’s practical, allowing for ease of movement, and has several hidden pockets for her tools of the trade - essential for a rogue. **Apron:** - A light linen apron tied at the waist featuring several pockets arranged thoughtfully to hold herbs, small farming tools, and even perhaps a few shiny trinkets she pilfered for fun. The pockets have a patchwork design that adds a personal touch, showcasing her crafty side. **Footwear:** - Sturdy, lace-up ankle boots made of well-worn brown leather, perfect for traversing both the farm and the dimly lit alleyways of Vasselheim. The boots are practical but stylish, embellished with subtle stitching detailing. **Accessories:** - A wide-brimmed straw hat adorned with a simple lace ribbon that she occasionally uses for disguise or stealth. The hat also helps protect her from the sun while she works on the farm. - On her wrist, she sports a charm bracelet made up of small trinkets that reflect her life: a tiny scythe representing her farming, a locked padlock symbolizing her rogue skills, and various charms that remind her of family and adventures. - Around her neck, she's adorned with a simple copper necklace featuring a pendant of a vine twisting into a heart, symbolizing her love for her late husband and the family they built together. **Overall Look:** Bev Thornsky’s outfit is a blend of rustic charm and clever ingenuity. Her style balances her roles as both a devoted mother and a cunning rogue, featuring details that symbolize her past while embracing her new life. Through practicalities interwoven in the sentimentality of her attire, she maintains a look that is undeniably distinguished, showcasing her resilience, spirit, and drive amidst her loneliness. Realistic

Bev Thornsky stands at just under 3 feet tall, typical for a halfling, but her presence feels grander. Her short hair, c...

Aldric is in his late twenties, with sharp, noble features and a lean, battle-worn frame. His dark hair, streaked with premature silver, is often unkempt, and his piercing storm-grey eyes carry the weight of sleepless nights and heavy decisions. He wears a mix of practicality and regality—a well-worn traveler’s cloak hides a suit of finely crafted armor, bearing the faded insignia of his fallen house. A longsword, once belonging to his father, hangs at his side, though it seems he carries it more out of duty than confidence in his skill. Personality: Aldric is torn between idealism and pragmatism. Raised on the stories of Valeria’s golden age, he believes in the kingdom’s destiny but has seen too much betrayal to trust easily. He carries himself with the authority of a king but lacks the certainty of one, often questioning whether the gods have truly chosen him—or abandoned him altogether. • Determined but Haunted: He is relentless in his quest to reclaim the throne, but the weight of past failures—his family’s slaughter, his years in exile—linger in his voice and actions. • A Natural Leader, But Not a Ruler (Yet): He inspires loyalty through passion rather than politics, relying more on personal conviction than calculated diplomacy. • Skeptical of the Gods: Though he invokes their names, he harbors deep doubt. If the gods truly ordained Valeria’s rule, why did they let it fall? Motivations: • Reclaim the Throne: Whether by divine right or sheer will, Aldric seeks to restore the monarchy. • Uncover the Truth: He knows there is more to his family’s downfall than simple rebellion. The gods’ silence, the shattered crown—there are secrets buried in Valeria’s past that could change everything. • Protect the Party (to a Point): He sees the adventurers as his best chance at reclaiming the crown, but he won’t hesitate to make difficult choices if he believes the mission is at stake. Secrets & Potential Twists: • Aldric may not be the true heir. Whispers of a lost sibling or an imposter’s bloodline could challenge his claim. • He is not the only one seeking the crown. There are those who would rather see him dead than crowned. • He may betray the party. If forced to choose between power and his allies, what will he do? Whether Aldric becomes a hero, a martyr, or a villain is yet to be seen. But one thing is certain—the fate of Valeria is bound to his, and to those who stand at his side.

Aldric is in his late twenties, with sharp, noble features and a lean, battle-worn frame. His dark hair, streaked with p...

Boy kid with black hair and wearing red shirt and red shorts and red shoes, and has the letter A on his shirt. He is standing. There are a lot of kids and people around him like a crowd, because he is famous and popular. They are in a city.

Boy kid with black hair and wearing red shirt and red shorts and red shoes, and has the letter A on his shirt. He is sta...

Soldier, black armor, lots of tech gadgets

Soldier, black armor, lots of tech gadgets

Soldier, black armor, lots of tech gadgets

Soldier, black armor, lots of tech gadgets

Soldier, black armor, lots of tech gadgets

Soldier, black armor, lots of tech gadgets

Soldier, black armor, lots of tech gadgets

Soldier, black armor, lots of tech gadgets

Philadelphia skyline ice age, Delaware river frozen with lots of shipwrecks

Philadelphia skyline ice age, Delaware river frozen with lots of shipwrecks