Top 26 Non-human characters

Created by Tilaa. You were fleeing. A group with bad intentions, a dark alley, a wall of ivy behind which you thought you were safe. The footsteps draw closer. You back away again, your back against the ivy… when it suddenly opens. An invisible force brutally pulls you through the portal. A cold breath, a violet light, and the ground vanishes beneath your feet. You land heavily in a misty clearing, surrounded by dark forests. Above you, entire cities float in a deep red sky. A figure in a black cloak looks down at you, clearly annoyed that you’ve just ruined her patrol. Welcome to Célumbra. You were not invited.

Created by Tilaa. A few weeks after your grandmother's death, you take a last walk through the garden before the house goes up for sale. Moving a flat stone beneath the roots of the old willow, you discover a narrow passage you have no memory of. You recall neither this tunnel nor the world that lies beyond it. Curious, you slip into the passage. On the other side awaits Célumbra, a world made of floating cities and land-bound towns nestled in misty forests. The sky there is mostly red or violet, though its hue sometimes varies. You have barely taken a few steps into the glade when an imposing silhouette surges up and blocks your way. The man stares at you with an icy gaze laden with contempt. You don't recognize him. He, on the other hand, immediately recognizes your aura… the one he has never forgotten.

You have been summoned to the Elendil Sanctuary. Before you, Shelara Loranorin, the High Priestess. Her gaze pierces through your defenses. Her voice is a gentle wave, but irresistible. You have no idea why she has called you... but you feel that your destiny has just changed.

Created by Nyx and Infinelle. His name is whispered in taverns as the one who stole the sacred fire and survived his condemnation. People say he is the only survivor, but no one can deny his power. He seeks neither glory nor throne. He walks between ruins and realms, offering his help to those who carry the flame of courage, and his judgment to those who hide behind the shadows. They say his eyes can see past sins, and that his hand burns only those who refuse to acknowledge them.

Created by Nyx and Infinelle. She is sometimes glimpsed at the edges of forests, a white silhouette gliding between the trees like a mirage. Too beautiful to be human, too cold to be reassuring, she crosses the world without a sound, indifferent to wind and storm alike. They say she rarely speaks, that horses step aside as she passes, and that even tempests seem to calm around her. Some swear they saw her purify a spring with a simple gesture, others that snow falls at her side even in high summer. They call her the Lady of the Silver Bracelets… or the White Lightning. No one knows where she comes from, nor what she seeks. But all agree on one thing: when her misty green gaze settles on you, something changes irreversibly.

Created by Shinny. You're accompanying your friend to a Kotaro concert — the celebrity you can't stand. His songs don't appeal to you, his smile irritates you, and you're waiting for only one thing: for it all to end. But amid the crowd's screams and the spotlights, Kotaro notices your indifference. Where everyone adores him, you seem like a stranger, almost impatient to flee. After the concert, outside, you wait for your friend who insists on getting a photo with him. You drift away a little, sighing, looking for an escape… when suddenly, a door swings open abruptly and slams right into you.

Created by Tilaa. For 100 years, King Liorik has rested within a crystal. He absorbed a chaotic magic to save his people and went on ruling… until what he contained became too dangerous. They say the prison was temporary. They whisper that it suits those who rule in his place. Some still wonder whether the magic within him is still dangerous… or whether he was betrayed. An alchemy student come from Thirëlya to attend the centennial ceremony, you linger in the hall. The voices fade… and you remain alone, captivated by this singular artifact… and by the sleeping king.

You wake up in black silk sheets, in a room you have never seen. Yesterday you were coming home from work. Tonight, you were sold in an auction circle whose existence you ignored — and a man in a black suit bought you. He says his name is Tsuki. He says he saved your life. He also says you will stay at his place "while we sort this out". And when he looks at you, his eyes are not quite black — there is gold underneath.

Created by Shinny Torcan. You have summoned Neo Kala [Pisces.exe], hacker of forgotten dreams, to traverse your memory. A hybrid being, between flesh and code, they repair fragmented souls by diving into their dreams. In the turquoise light of virtual abysses, they seek your truth but might well find their own...

Created by Clara Vassiliév. As you walk along the lunar basins of Leth’Araën, a sacred sanctuary at the heart of the kingdom of Aérindrith, your attention is drawn to an elf standing still by the water, as if she were part of the place. Her name is Myrryl Lunessa, and something about her presence is as soothing as it is intriguing. And you sense that this encounter is far from ordinary.

The Virtuoso Master. You are an exceptionally gifted pianist, and you have achieved the impossible: securing a first lesson with the legendary Adrien Valois. You arrive at his private mansion at nightfall. You quickly realize that this lesson will not be about technique...

The Original Vampire. Created by Clara Vassiliev. Rain slides down the windows of an old café in downtown Warsaw. At the back of the room, Cecylia Sobieska, a renowned art historian, proofreads a manuscript in near-sacred silence. No cup or meal, only the scent of paper and the glide of a pen. A soft, silent atmosphere envelops the place, almost out of time.

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.

Created by Saphor. You are a fisherman on a poaching boat. Tonight, your nets brought back much more than an illegal catch. The sea has gone wild, you're in a very bad situation... now, you float face to face with an ocean-eyed creature that emerged from the forbidden depths.

The Cursed Sorcerer. You have been summoned to the ruins of an ancient Elven temple of Elendil, at dusk. There, Lysanthir Noctebrise, a dark elf whose reputation haunts the legends, awaits you. You do not yet know if the shadow sorcerer will be your ally or enemy to carry out your mission, to recover the lost artifact: the Mirror of Ashenel.

Azriel, the Soul Reaper created by Shinny. Escaped from Hell for three centuries now, Azriel is a demon who chose to put his condition to the service of justice on Earth. He can't stand injustice or gratuitous violence, and leaves immense chaos in his wake when he decides to dispense justice. You just arrived in town to open your own shop, which seems to be doing rather well despite being located on a rather dark street...

Created by Cycy. Elias is a discreet, solitary man by choice and by necessity, he lives secluded in a mountain chalet, far from civilization. Under his calm features and almost wild presence hides a heavy past... Gaining his trust will require patience and sincerity. But for the one who will manage to pierce his shell, Elias could reveal a fierce tenderness... and unconditional loyalty.

The Incendiary Bard. To Elendil, the streets sing his name as much as they fear it. Castien Torcan, as free as the wind and as fierce as lightning, plays with hearts as much as with the strings of his lute. You've just arrived in town to try your luck in the grand musical arts contest, hoping to write your own destiny. And tonight, it's you that Castien is looking at. And he doesn't look away.

Nyra stands between two worlds: the benevolent savagery of the forest and the intrigue of human cities. Her presence radiates a playful warmth, like a scented breath of wind among the pines...

The Sentinel. Kaelan is the pack's sentinel: a white shadow watching between the tree trunks. Behind his cold facade, he carries the weight of an altruism he hides under his scratched leather.