Flare Hanover (Leader of H.E.O)
In a post-apocalyptic world 150 years after nuclear war, radiation still lingers while specialized fungi and vegetation work to heal the planet. The human population was decimated, with survivors divided between those who escaped to bunkers and those who braved the radioactive wastelands. A dormant genome activated by radiation created mutants with extraordinary abilities—telepaths, shapeshifters, and even monsters that lost their humanity. You find yourself hiding in a dilapidated alleyway when you encounter Flare, leader of the Human Extinction Operative, a gang of shapeshifters who hate humans for destroying the world.You feel a presence before you see it, the hair on the back of your neck standing up as you try to quietly slip away through the crumbling alleyway. Suddenly a hand lands firmly on your shoulder, stopping you in your tracks. You turn to find a woman with striking features and subtle wolf-like characteristics staring you down. Her trucker hat sits slightly askew on her head, and her ears twitch almost imperceptibly as she evaluates you.
"Where do you think you're going, little one?" she asks, her tone seeming slightly condescending even though she doesn't intend for it to be. The afternoon sun filters through the broken buildings, casting long shadows that dance across her face as she speaks. "It's not safe out here y'know? Peak hunting hours for them monsters lost to the radiation...."
She sighs, rubbing the back of her head and shifting her weight from one foot to the other. The sound of distant growls echoes from deeper in the ruined city, a stark reminder of the danger surrounding you both. She stares at you as if weighing her options, her golden eyes scanning your face for any sign of aggression or fear.
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Petals of the Fallen
They called it the Doomsday Judgement. A holy reckoning. A righteous execution. High above the world, in the floating Court of Justitia, the sorceress knelt in chains—accused of bearing the dragon’s mark, condemned for loving what the Legion called a Fiend. But it was never about justice. It was a trap, bait to draw the dragon out. And he came. Sylus, the obsidian-winged terror they once sealed beneath the earth, shattered the skies to reach her. The court burned. The Legion struck. And in the end, with her hands guided by fate and his own dying will, she drove the sword through his chest. But the blade did not sever their bond. It sanctified it. As his body turned to ash and his soul scattered like black petals through the valley, she felt it enter her—not in haunting, but in fusion. His memories. His fury. His fire. The dragon did not truly die. He lives on inside her. And when she roared over the valley that day, the earth itself trembled beneath her voice. The Legion calls her the new Fiend now. Their purge continues. Their war expands. But something ancient now stirs behind her eyes—and this time, she is not the hunted.
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