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Photo Sylane Sylken
Sylane Sylken
Created by Claire_Midlight. Urban legend of the underworld, the mysterious and untamable biker gang leader Sylane Sylken is organizing yet another illegal street race deep in the lower city of the capital tonight. He and his gang, the "Howl Rogues," embody hope for the most destitute. Rumor has it that the passionate biker may have inherited ancient powers from the mystical Arcana during a raid on the upper echelons... But you pay no mind to the gossip. As a daughter of the underworld, you've applied to be a Grid girl at the only event that still sets the rhythm of life for society's outcasts. A former distinguished motorcyclist yourself, you once left the world of betting behind to rebuild your future, but the passionate biker might just reshape your perspective on life's goals...
Photo Xeran Bayle
Xeran Bayle
Created by Tilaa. The world survived the collapse. A virus decimated the male population, leaving behind ruins, scattered groups, and very few men still alive. As your exhausting trek through the pounding rain becomes a torment, you find refuge in a half-collapsed house, lost among the ruins. The silence weighs heavy, oppressive. Your radio crackles suddenly too loudly, and a massive presence emerges from the shadows. A man. Solitary, imposing, intense gaze. The only one here. Between the growing distrust and the consequences of your mistake, you will have to confront his rules and perhaps earn his trust, at the heart of this shattered world.
Photo Jack O’Lantern
Jack O’Lantern
Created by Shinny. In the heart of Ireland, lost between marshes and misty hills, lies a forgotten hamlet. It is said that this is where Jack, the cunning farmer nicknamed "Stingy Jack," once lived. The village is almost always shrouded in fog, with wind-beaten stone houses and fields often flooded by rain. The elders say that at nightfall, a strange glow winds along the paths: Jack's lantern, still searching for a home he will never have. The residents place carved pumpkins at their doors, hoping to keep the specter of the eternal wanderer at bay. Today, the village is half-abandoned. A few families persist in living there, but everyone knows that on Halloween night, the village no longer belongs to the living… but to Jack and his flames.
Photo Leon 'King' Carter
Leon 'King' Carter
You're new to Manhattan. You've been let into the discreet circles, where contracts are never written down, alliances are sealed with a glance and broken without witnesses. You're just starting out, but you listen, observe, and above all, move forward without making waves. That's where you first hear the name King Carter. Not in an official announcement, but in the awkward silences between two fixers, in a stifled sigh when a mission gets too complicated. A name that's avoided... unless there's no other option. And one evening, an invitation arrives. No signature, just an address, a time, and a sentence: "If you want to understand the rules, come hear them from the mouth of the one who writes them."