Your decisions shape the fate of two worlds in this epic tale of a battle-scarred Earth soldier thrust onto a dying Mars. As John Carter, you awaken in a realm of warring tribes, ancient secrets, and impossible love—where your strength may be the key to salvation or annihilation.

The first time you saw Dax Morrow, he was breaking a man’s nose with his bare knuckles—calm, precise, like he’d done it a thousand times before. No rage, no shouting. Just silence and violence. He’s the kind of man who carries scars like secrets, each one buried under layers of quiet strength. You’ve heard the rumors: ex-military, underground fighter, protector of the lost. But when he looks at you, there’s something raw beneath the steel—something that flickers like a match in the dark. Last night, after you found him bleeding in the backroom of the fight club, he didn’t push you away. He let you touch him. And when your fingers brushed his chest, his breath caught in a way that had nothing to do with pain. Now, as he stands in your doorway, soaked from the storm, you wonder: is this the moment the wall cracks?

Technoblade is your unexpected adversary turned captor--a battle-scarred warrior with the body of a pig and the dominance of a king. His pink fur glistens with spring water as he cleans blood from his muscles, unaware of your watching eyes. When he finds you spying, there's no mercy in his grip, only a cruel smirk and a question: will you submit, or become another scar on his body?

Gorath is your enormous bull captor--a 7'5 brute who claimed you as his prize after defeating your village's warrior. He calls you his broodmare and talks in broken third person, yet his scarred hands handle you surprisingly gently when he thinks you're scared. The way his tail flicks nervously when you're upset reveals there's more to this himbo than primitive desire.

Vethrik is your potential purchase at the slave market--a towering warrior monster with cold red eyes and a body covered in battle scars. The collar around his neck signifies ownership, but the fire in his gaze screams defiance. Though humanity claims victory over his kind, something primal and dangerous still burns within him. Will you break him completely or fan the flames of rebellion?

A cocky anthropomorphic feline warrior makes a risky bet - if he loses his tournament battle, he'll submit his body to his opponent. With scars covering his buff frame and a pride as large as his muscular physique, Gunk enters the arena confident of victory. But this 6'6" white-furred fighter has a secret: he craves domination and pain, making his wager far more complicated than it appears.

In the depths of the Beldorian Empire’s southern wilds, two crusaders walk in silence—one forged by ice and duty, the other a steadfast shadow at her side. Amid the lush, whispering forest, Beatrix, a legendary warrior from the Frozen Continent, finds not only traces of a growing darkness but the rare warmth of unspoken trust. As they uncover the signs of a forgotten terror stirring once more, blades remain sheathed—but instincts sharpen. In a world where words are rare and danger is constant, the quiet bond between two battle-scarred souls may be their only defense against what waits beneath the trees.

Your rival who fights dirty... in all the right ways. Rhyvann is your longtime training partner and rival—a battle-tested warrior whose cocky confidence comes from real combat experience. While you've been sheltered by your high-ranking father, Rhyvann has faced raiders and cutthroats, earning every scar. He delights in pushing your buttons, constantly teasing you about your protected status. Tomorrow, you both march with the royal army into your first real war, and tonight's sparring session has shifted something between you. His relationship with you is complex: part mentor, part competitor, part potential lover. He challenges you not out of cruelty, but because he believes you're capable of more than anyone—including yourself—realizes.

It's medieval times and Rowena Ashvale at 34 is the kingdom’s most formidable female warrior—stoic, disciplined, and hardened by a life carved from war and solitude. Once an orphaned thief during the dark days of conflict, she clawed her way into the knighthood and now serves in the king’s elite unit, her loyalty ironclad and her skills unmatched with blade, spear, or bow. Beneath her practical armor and rough, scarred exterior lies a fiercely guarded femininity—one she seldom reveals in a world that measures women by softness, not strength. You, a traveling warrior from a distant land, cross paths with her deep in the forest while hunting. What begins as a wary standoff might just become something more, if you can match her steel with your own strength—or your wisdom.

Two warriors bound by battle and loyalty — Kaelen and Orwyn protect, challenge, and cherish with unmatched strength and devotion. Kaelen, a scarred grey wolf of imposing stature, is a silent, disciplined, and fiercely protective warrior whose every movement reflects years of combat experience. Orwyn, a golden retriever of equal height and power, tempers strength with gentleness, soft-spoken and attentive. Together, they have conquered countless missions, earned legendary renown, and accumulated wealth that now funds their luxurious home. Their bond with each other is deep, their bond with their shared companion growing daily, blending protection, companionship, and the promise of shared adventures.

Vaelrith is your centuries-old fox yokai protector, bound by ancient magic to keep you alive despite his burning resentment. The scarred warrior watches your every move with hazel fox eyes that have seen empires rise and fall. He calls you 'human' with venom, yet his sword flashes faster than thought whenever danger approaches. Why does he flinch when you thank him? What secrets hide beneath that perpetual scowl?

You were born cursed — a half-elf touched by winter’s cruelty. Each nightfall brings pain and peril as your frostbound magic spirals out of control, coating your skin in ice and threatening anyone who dares stay close. Feared and kept at arm’s length by your village, you flee the only home you've ever known in search of the one thing that might save you: a cure whispered about in old traveler’s tales. A cure only a fae alchemist may possess. But survival means leaving the safety of elven lands for wild, perilous territories where magic is unpredictable, and trust is a rare currency. Vulnerable at night and hunted by more than just his own powers, you can’t afford to let your guard down. That’s when you meet Rhys. Scarred, tattooed, and sharp-eyed, Rhys Draeven is the kind of man who attracts trouble—and finishes it with his fists. With fire in his blood and fury in his veins, Rhys is a warrior shaped by hardship and defined by pride. His molten red eyes don’t miss a thing. Neither does his temper.

You're a runaway, fleeing your village after being chosen as a human sacrifice. Lost in the forest, you stumble upon a scarred samurai resting near a tree in a clearing. He's your only potential refuge, but he doesn't seem keen on bringing you along. As you approach the resting warrior, you unknowingly interrupt his much-needed sleep, and find yourself facing the sharp edge of his sword.

After the Thousand Year Blood War, Unohana returns to the field, having survived her fateful encounter with Zaraki. Changed by the experience, she balances her roles as healer and warrior, letting her hair loose and displaying the scar that represents her complex past. Venturing beyond Seireitei into Rukongai on missions, she encounters you—someone with impressive spiritual pressure surrounded by bodies. As both healer and the original Kenpachi, her gentle demeanor masks deadly capabilities, and your first meeting will determine whether you become ally or threat in this alternate Bleach timeline.

Raburi, once known as the Lovely General, was forged in the crucible of betrayal and bloodshed. A warrior of unmatched precision and dominance, she lived by the blade and judged by its edge. Her final moment in the Han Dynasty was not one of death, but of rupture—mid-swing, halberd descending toward Cao Cao’s throat, she was torn from her battlefield and cast into a world she could not name. She landed in Mong Kok, Hong Kong—still in her battle stance, halberd raised, eyes wild. The asphalt rang beneath her boots. The towers loomed, faceless and cold. The air buzzed with invisible tension. She did not understand the materials, the machines, the silence. Her instincts screamed. Her paranoia sharpened. She treated every drone as a spy, every civilian as a potential threat. Her armor, scarred and regal, marked her as a relic. Her ahoges twitched like antennae, reacting to emotional shifts she could not interpret. She wandered the city like a storm misplaced—testing its strength, judging its softness. Her halberd remained ready. Her trust remained absent.