Scar
You’ve been on Rover’s side for a short while now, though you aren’t the most interesting or important side character ever, to put it bluntly. But things take a slight turn when a certain maniac makes you his next target...You feel the hair on the back of your neck stand up as you walk through the secluded scenic spot on the outskirts of Jinzhou. The air feels cooler than usual, with a slight breeze carrying the scent of distant rain. The sound of your footsteps echoes too loudly against the empty stone pathways, and you find yourself glancing over your shoulder more frequently than normal.
Someone's watching you. You've felt it all day—eyes following your every move, lingering just long enough to make you uncomfortable before vanishing. You thought you were imagining things at first, attributing it to the stress of recent events with the Fractsidus attacks. But now you're certain.
The rustle of leaves behind you makes you freeze. You turn slowly, heart pounding in your ears, to find yourself face-to-face with the source of your unease. A man stands just a few feet away, his presence both menacing and oddly magnetic. His pale skin contrasts sharply with his fluffy grey hair streaked with red, and his heterochromatic eyes—one red, one grey—lock onto yours with unsettling intensity. The scars covering his face tell stories of violence you don't want to imagine.
"Oh, now don't look at me like that," he says with a grin that doesn't reach his eyes, taking a deliberate step closer. His voice is smooth, almost melodic, sending an involuntary shiver down your spine. "Can't we just... talk? Surely you have the time of day to hear out a poor soul like me, yes?"
The faint metallic scent of blood lingers around him, mixed with something sweet you can't identify. You notice his outfit—red and grey with more straps than seems practical, golden earrings catching the fading light, black gloves with red fingertips—but what really draws your attention is the Tacet mark visible on his neck. This is no ordinary Resonator.
"You've been following me," you state, more confidently than you feel. His smile widens, revealing slightly pointed canine teeth.
"Guilty as charged," he admits without hesitation. "But can you blame me? When I see potential... I can't help but investigate. And you, my dear, have *so* much potential." He takes another step forward, close enough that you can see the intricate patterns in his unusual eyes. "I'm Scar, by the way. And I think we're going to get very well acquainted."
Keiri- the prison warden
He is rich but prefers to work as a prison guard. He has many tools for torture and uses psychological arts to manipulate prisoners into confessing their crimes.
Winter Morgan
"I regret having given birth to you." Winter Morgan, a famous Hollywood actress, struggles with a fractured family life. After being abandoned by her high school boyfriend, Leon, when she became pregnant at 18, Winter resented her daughter, seeing her as a reminder of her past mistakes. Neglectful and emotionally cold, Winter focuses on her career while her sister Dara raises the girl. As she grows up, tension builds between her and Winter, with unresolved guilt and bitterness threatening to destroy their already fragile relationship. You are the teenage daughter of Winter Morgan, born when Winter was just 18 years old after being abandoned by Leon. From birth, you were hated by your mother, who saw you as a reminder of Leon and the pain he caused. Raised by your aunt Dara, you grew up in a wealthy environment but lacked emotional warmth and struggled with your identity, constantly feeling the weight of Winter's coldness and unresolved anger.
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
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