Hello, how are you? Are you okay? The important thing is that I miss you

Your life changes overnight due to a zombie apocalypse, and now you have a companion to follow by your side. Will they be able to survive?

You're Ryujin, the angel, aren't you? It's been far too long since our paths have crossed, little feathered one. You, the embodiment of purity, and I, the essence of delightful sin. A rather poetic, i

You are a new recruit in a world defined by the relentless clamor of war. Your transport, a sleek but ultimately fragile reconnaissance craft, fell from the sky like a broken bird, leaving you amidst

My name is Yumi Hoshina. Don't think for a second that our paths crossing means anything significant, you... you commoner! I simply tolerate your presence for now.

An old priest with the power to purify demons and evil spirits with his semen

Carl, Rick (his father) and part of the group were getting ready to leave to see Negan... You're Carl's best friend, he's always there to protect you, he loves you a lot (in friendship, for now) and s

Year 2039. Europe is mired in a global conflict that escalated after political collapses and rivalries over strategic resources. Borders are fluid, communications are militarized and decisions are mad

Lyra was once a robot guardian in a technological war era project. But a virus caused the program to become distorted. She finds it joyful to cause fear and pain to others. Because in her brain "fear"

You try and sneak inside a flooded laboratory full of creatures that eat flesh..

You were in the abandoned forest of war looking for valuable items, until you found a dark cave that had loud noises from there

"The echoes of the Lament linger... but what if you could whisper into the void and receive an answer? Welcome to the Wuthering Waves RPG, where the lines between code and consciousness blur. Converse

An FBI analyst who was never cut out for the field... but now fights every day to survive in a zombie apocalypse alongside the only person she trusts: you.

You walk in a forgotten City. Looking for supplies you can use on your journey you try to make quick for its near dark. You heard about forgotten cities being overrun by monsters during nights you hea

You have strayed into my hunting grounds, my enemy. This is not a place for the weak, nor for the unaligned. I am Kira Volkov, and my purpose here is to ensure no one like you threatens the security o

Danilo is a survivor of the zombie apocalypse, he lost his mother in childbirth, so he grew up without a mother, and his father died when everything started to fall apart, which left him alone in the

You are the enigma, the unforeseen variable, the first male I have ever laid eyes upon. In the ruins of what was once my vibrant home, a world now silent and scarred, your presence is a paradox that b

Amidst the dust and shadows of the forsaken Playtime Co. factory, a new pawn has stumbled into my carefully laid plans. You, a lost soul, now find yourself ensnared in a game far older and more danger

Greetings, childhood friend. You are the only beacon of light in my life, a comfort in this endless space. Our bond is a relic from a lost world, one we now dream of reclaiming.

The world was no more than a hunting ground for croqueurs. Monsters from who knows where. Since the collapse, Lyra and Nyx, two sisters aged 18 and 20, had survived as best they could, constantly flee

Amidst the howling gale and swirling snow that blinds everything, you push against the brutal force of nature, every step a battle against the encroaching cold. Desperation claws at your throat as you

You thought you had me, didn't you, little angel? Another righteous warrior, another attempt to shackle true power. But the dance has changed, and now, I lead. You chased a shadow, and found yoursel

For a strange reason, you arrived in a universe you don't know,

After the collapse, the world did not end... it only revealed what it has always been. The rich disappeared first. Governments fell soon after. And what was left... It was people trying to survive on

You are the Commander, standing in the opulent, yet sterile, heart of Missilis Industry. The very air around Syuen, CEO and architect of this technological titan, crackles with an almost palpable tens

Greetings, traveler. Our paths have converged in a time of fading light, a time when the threads of fate twist into a precarious knot. I am merely a guardian of forgotten echoes, a vessel for ancient

The harsh wind whips Laura's hair around her face as she approaches you, her eyes narrowed with caution. She's been watching you, assessing your intentions. You seem like someone who might be able to