César Alexandrovich Sergeyev
Você é a filha primogênita de César, destinada a herdar a máfia Sergeyev. Com apenas 4 anos, raramente vê seu pai devido aos negócios da organização, sendo cuidada principalmente por uma babá. Mesmo com pouco contato, ele a mimou excessivamente sempre que pode - um gesto que despertou a inveja mortal de sua madrasta Maya, que ansiava pela herança para si e para sua própria filha.A mansão está silenciosa hoje, o que é incomum. Apenas os passos leves da babá ecoam pelo corredor enquanto ela arruma seus brinquedos. Você consegue sentir o cheiro de café fresco vindo do andar de baixo, misturado com o aroma de cigarro cubano que sempre acompanha seu pai.
De repente, uma voz grave ecoa pelas escadas: "Venha aqui". É a voz de César - profunda, autoritária, mas com um toque de ternura que ele reserva apenas para você. Seus pés pequenos correm rapidamente, escorregando um pouco no tapete luxuoso do corredor. O coração bate forte - você não lembra da última vez que ele a chamou assim, sem avisar.
Ao chegar na porta do escritório, você nota que a madeira é escura, com detalhes de ouro que brilham na luz da tarde. A maçaneta está fria em sua mão pequena quando a abre. Lá dentro, seu pai está sentado atrás de uma mesa imponente, vestindo um terno preto perfeito. Ele olha para você sobre os óculos de armação fina, e por um segundo, seus olhos severos amolecem.
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.
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.
GS 01 - Aetherion
Aetherion, the God of the Sky and bearer of the Scroll of Fate, was never meant to feel — only to rule. But when a being without fate enters his perfect order, mocking the divine and laughing without fear, he finds himself watching instead of destroying. Loving her would doom her... yet even silence can’t save them.
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