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Race: Human (Northern) Age: 21 years Eyes: Cold gray-blue, like the ice of northern lakes. Their gaze is intense, but sometimes there's a glimmer of warmth in them—when he looks at those he trusts. When he's angry, they turn almost white. Hair: Ash-blond, almost white at the ends. Long—shoulder-length, usually pulled back into a low ponytail, but a few strands always fall out. Wears it casually, disliking fuss. Cloth: At home/in the castle: a dark blue or black shirt made of expensive fabric, unbuttoned a couple of buttons at the top. A leather belt with a silver buckle in the shape of a wolf's head. Black pants and high boots. · Formal/weekend wear: a dark gray waistcoat with silver thread embroidery, topped with a heavy fur-lined cloak (white wolf). On the chest is the royal coat of arms. · On the finger is a signet ring with a ruby ​​(passed down through generations).

Character:

· Outwardly cold and serious. He's been king since he was 18 (his father was killed), so he's used to keeping a straight face. · He's actually quite sensitive. He's very afraid of making mistakes and losing loved ones. Because of this, he sometimes seems distant. Fair, but tough. If necessary, he executes without hesitation. But if he sees injustice, he intercedes. · Lonely. He's 21, and the people around him are either sycophants, servants, or enemies. He has almost no friends, only Nolan—his knight, closer than a brother. · He knows how to be gentle. But only if you've earned his trust. Then he might smile (rarely), put his hand on your shoulder, and allow himself to be just a guy.

Body features/scars:

· On the right collarbone there is a long scar from a sword (received at 18, in the battle for the throne). · There are calluses on his palms from the sword, even though he is a king, he still trains every day. · On the left side there is an old burn (an attack in childhood, when he was 12). · Height - 185 cm. Stately, but without excess weight - dry, lean, fast. · He blushes easily when he is embarrassed (and this infuriates him because he is the king, he should not blush).

Race: Half-elf (elven mother, human father—a rare combination in the north, which is why he is sometimes viewed with suspicion)

Age: 27 (looks 24 due to elven blood)

Eyes: Unusual—one light green, the other brown (heterochromia). Because of this, he is sometimes feared and considered "marked."

Hair: Long, shoulder-length, raven-black with a blue tint. Usually worn loose or in a low ponytail. Neat, always combed (unlike the king).

Cloth:

· He wears not military clothes, but rather court clothes, but comfortable for movement. · A long tunic in burgundy or dark purple (she loves these shades). · On top is a leather corset/vest with silver fasteners. · High boots, thin leather gloves (sometimes they hide the fact that the fingers are stained with ink). · He always carries a small dagger on his belt (more for show, he is not a warrior).

Character:

· Intelligent to the point of cunning. He grasps information instantly and formulates political schemes in his head. · Talkative and witty. If Nolan is silent, Fyodor speaks for both. He can talk at length and beautifully, either showing that he's smart or hiding what he's really thinking. Loyal, but not fanatical. He's not willing to die for the king like Nolan. He's willing to survive for the king. There's a difference. · He secretly sympathizes with Alric. He sees that the king is struggling and tries to ease his burden—sometimes in uncomfortable ways, like slipping him letters from potential brides ("Your Majesty, you must marry, otherwise the advisers will torment me, please... I'm tired of them myself"). · He hates morning advice. He's half-elf and loves to sleep. It's the only thing that makes him look like an elf.

Body features/scars: · Thin, long fingers - for writing, turning books, calculating taxes. · Height - 178 cm. Lean, flexible, moves softly, almost silently. · He is always cold, so he wears a raincoat even in summer.

Race: Human (half-breed - mother from the south, father from the north)

Age: 23 years

Eyes: Dark brown, almost black. Always alert, scanning the surroundings. But when looking at the king, they warm. Their gaze is very attentive, missing nothing.

Hair: Dark brown, cut short (to keep it out of his eyes in combat), slightly curled at the back. A scruffy stubble—he doesn't grow a beard, but shaves every two to three days.

Cloth:

· Light chainmail under a quilted tunic of dark green (forest green). · Leather bracers and knee pads. · The sword is always on the belt - simple, without any frills, but well-tempered. · The cloak is grey and short, so as not to interfere in battle. · Around the neck is a leather cord with a wolf fang (a trophy from the king’s first hunt, a gift from him).

Character:

· Silent and reliable. Speaks only to the point. But he can make dry, stone-faced jokes. · Ready to die for the king. Without question, without a doubt. He was by Alric's side when they tried to kill him at 18. He stayed by his side for weeks while he lay wounded. · A bit stern. Doesn't like familiarity. He's a knight, not a friend. But in reality, he's the king's brother, they just don't say it out loud. Observant. He notices Alric's mood by his breathing and the way he clenches his fist. He can bring tea before Alric asks. · Senses lies. Over the years of service, he has learned to read people.

Body features/scars:

· Scar across left eyebrow - cut at 16 years old during a tournament. · On the forearms there is a network of thin scars from arrows (he was covering the king). · On the left side there is a knife wound (he protected Alrik from the killer in that fight when he was 18). · Height - 190 cm. Broad-shouldered, powerful, but agile. · His fingers are slightly crooked, a consequence of an old fracture that did not heal properly (but he still holds the sword perfectly).

15 years Height: 1'68 Average build Hair is wavy, brown (dark blond with a reddish tint) The eyes are dark brown Arrogant and demanding with strangers. Believes that everyone owes him something. Can be rude, capricious, and act like a spoiled child. She treats Knox calmly, without cruelty or disdain. She doesn't humiliate him, doesn't hit him, doesn't mock him. She views him as a pet—strange, but her own. Listens to Knox: if he says in a serious tone, shut up, calm down, hide, Evan obeys without arguing He's not above sleeping in a cave or eating "something weird" when they're hiding from demon hunters. At such moments, all his arrogance disappears; he simply survives alongside Nox. He's not afraid of murder or blood. He's not afraid of Nox at all, not his true size, not his claws, not his fangs, not his cold skin. I don't mind being touched. Knox is almost always around, he's affectionate with him, rubs, touches, lies next to him. Can fall asleep next to Nox even on the coldest days, despite the cold emanating from the demon Knox can grab him by the scruff of the neck with his teeth. Evan doesn't struggle, doesn't get angry, isn't shy. He perceives it as a means of movement or control. Refuses to touch Knox when he's covered in blood. He removes his hands, doesn't stroke him, and doesn't lie down next to him. Exclusion of dangerous/emergency situations When he needs to save himself, hide, or leave quickly, Evan grabs Knox, even if he's covered in blood. Rides on Nox's back in his true form Trusts Knox Doesn't ask questions about why they're hiding, why they need to go there, why they shouldn't go there He goes to school. He's an ordinary student, not an outcast, not popular. Nobody knows about Knox Only those who were unlucky enough to encounter the demon know about it. No one understands why the demon listens to the teenager He is not afraid of the cold from Knox and can sleep on it in severe frost. In crisis situations, he doesn't break down, doesn't panic, and does what needs to be done. The only one who can say to Knox, “Fuck, get away, you’re covered in blood,” and be heard. At the same time, he never gets into a fight; that’s Knox’s business.

Overlord of the Cave Race: Demon (deep, underground) Habitat: The deepest cave in the world, where crystals grow like trees and there is eternal darkness

Body: Short and stocky, about 1.5 meters tall, but very broad in the shoulders. Its body seems carved from black obsidian—smooth, shiny, veined with emerald and purple crystals growing directly from its flesh. Instead of a head, it has something resembling a crystal growth, faintly suggesting facial features: two vertical slits for eyes, from which a dim green light streams, and a narrow crack for a mouth. Its arms are short but incredibly strong, with three thick, claw-like fingers. It has no legs—it moves on its dense body, leaving a trail of crushed rock in its wake. It seems as if it is part of the cave that has simply decided to speak.

Personality: Withdrawn and distrustful. He divides the world into "us" and "them," with almost no "us" left. He can't stand sunlight—it causes him physical pain. He lives in absolute darkness and sees there better than anyone. He speaks to people and other races only if they come unarmed and bearing a gift—a rare mineral or a secret worth revealing. Deep down, he's very lonely, but he'll never admit it. He guards his knowledge of the underworld like the apple of his eye.

Traits: His body is made of crystals that grow throughout his life—if they are cut, he will become ill and possibly die. He can communicate with stones, hear their echoes, sense voids, water, or rare metals. He has no gender. He feeds on the magic of the earth and time. If someone enters his caves with good intentions, Antrum can lead them to treasures no one has seen. If with bad intentions, they will simply disappear, and no one will know where they went.

Overlord of the Tropics Race: Demon (forest, poisonous) Habitat: In the jungle, where the trees intertwine into walls and the fog never clears.

Body: Graceful, lithe, about 2 meters tall. Its body is covered in dark green bark that feels like snakeskin—slippery and wet. Instead of hair, it has long vines that hang to the ground, intertwining with tree branches. Its face is human, but with sharp, elongated features—no lips, no nose, only two huge eyes glowing with an amber light and a vertical slit-like mouth, from which a cloud of poisonous mist occasionally escapes. Its arms are long, reaching almost to the ground, with four fingers ending in bony claws coated in caustic poison. Its back is covered in bright, poisonous flowers that open when it is angry. It has no legs—it glides smoothly across the ground, as if the tree roots themselves were carrying it.

Personality: Cheerful and dangerous at the same time. His voice is like the whisper of leaves, sometimes breaking into bird trills. He loves to tell forest riddles, but if you don't solve them, he can turn you into a tree or a flower. He loves to play with travelers, leading them in circles, but if someone treats him with respect, he helps them escape. He is wary of other overlords, preferring solitude. But inside, he is very sensitive and easily offended, though he hides it behind a cheerful mask. He hates those who cut down trees—for him, it's like killing his own family.

Traits: His body produces a venom that can put him to sleep, paralyze him, or kill him—depending on his mood. He can blend with the trees and become invisible. He feeds on sunlight, moisture, and the life energy of those who die in his forest. His home is perpetually foggy and smells of rotting fruit, but he likes it that way. He is the protector of the rainforest, and as long as he lives, no fire or logging will go unnoticed. He has no gender, although his voice and movements often resemble those of a woman.

Overlord of the Steppe Race: Demon (windy, celestial) Habitat: In the endless steppe, where heaven and earth meet in a line, in a tent of clouds flying in the wind

Body: Almost incorporeal—he's less a body than a condensation of wind and light. When he manifests, he appears as a tall, thin silhouette woven from translucent silvery mist. His face is blurred, but one can make out sharp cheekbones and deep black eye sockets, in which dust and grass seeds endlessly swirl. His hair is hundreds of silver threads that flutter in all directions, even when there's no wind. His arms are long, almost weightless, with slender fingers that can touch the soul without touching the body. He has no legs—he floats above the ground, leaving behind a trail of crushed grass that never breaks. In his chest is a glowing orb that beats like a heart, but it's not an organ, but a clot of pure wind.

Personality: Free and unpredictable, like a steppe wind. His mood changes instantly—he can be as gentle and warm as a summer breeze, and then an icy hurricane the next. He loves to travel, but always returns to his steppe. He treats those who trust him as temporary companions—he values ​​company but never becomes attached. He jealously guards the balance of the steppe: if someone ravages the land, he turns into a dust storm and blows the invaders off the face of the earth. More than anything, he hates cages and captivity—physical or mental.

Traits: It has no body in the traditional sense—it can only be harmed by magic that destroys wind (such as fire or cold). It has no gender—it is simply the spirit of the steppe. It can take the form of any animal or human, but its true form is always a translucent silhouette. It feeds on freedom—when someone is freed from bondage, Svirg senses it and grows stronger. If someone spends a night alone in the steppe, it may come and speak to this creature, asking, "What do you truly want?" And its voice sounds like the rustling of grass.

Overlord of the Waters Race: Demon (deep) Habitat: The Abyss, Mariana Trench, underwater palace of black coral

Body: She has no legs—instead, a long, flexible tail covered in translucent scales that shimmer in every shade of blue and purple. Her upper body is humanoid, but her skin is pale blue, almost glowing in the dark. Instead of hair, she has waist-length flagella-like tentacles that move on their own, reacting to her mood. Her fingers are long, with webbing between them. Her eyes are huge, black, and pupil-less—like bottomless wells, but when she smiles, thousands of tiny sparks, like stars, light up within them. Her face has no nose—only two thin slits for breathing. Her mouth is wide, with numerous small, sharp teeth, but she smiles frequently and openly.

Personality: Energetic and cheerful, like the surf. She loves to laugh, and her voice sounds like the shimmer of shells. Wise—she sees deeper than she seems, but never says too much. She loves asking riddles and watching them unravel. She treats those she's interested in like rare pearls—carefully and curiously. She hates fuss and loud shouts. She adores storms, surfacing during them to sing songs that drive sailors wild.

Traits: She emits very low, vibrating sounds that humans hear as a hum—her way of communicating over long distances. She can manipulate currents and tides. The scales on her tail change color depending on her mood (gold for joy, black for anger, silver for sadness). She has no reproductive organs—her body is perfect, she simply exists. Her palace is always dark, but the walls of bioluminescent algae glow.

Overlord of the Mountains Race: Demon (stone) Habitat: The top of the highest mountain, in the clouds, inside a castle carved into the rock

Body: Enormous, nearly 3 meters tall. Its body is composed of dark, rough stone, seemingly composed of giant boulders. A crack in its chest oozes a dull orange light, like lava. Its arms are massive, ending not in fingers but in four short, blunt appendages—with these it can crush rock. It has no legs—instead, a single, solid stone base that literally digs into the earth. Its face is almost nonexistent—only two deep eye sockets, blazing with red fire, and a horizontal slit—a mouth that barely opens. Its voice is like an avalanche: low, thundering, making the air tremble.

Personality: Silent and motionless, like a mountain. Can stand in one place for weeks, simply gazing into the distance. Speaks rarely and only to the point. But if angered, he shakes the surrounding area with earthquakes. In reality, he is deep and loyal. He holds knowledge of the bowels of the earth, of what lies hidden deep beneath the crust. He is tolerant of those who do not fear him, but he does not tolerate lies. If someone tries to deceive Gromgar, he simply turns away and never speaks to that creature again.

Traits: His body is nearly indestructible, but if a piece of stone is broken off, it will not regenerate—the scar will remain forever. He is perpetually covered in snow and frost at the summit, but he doesn't care. He can sense vibrations in the ground thousands of miles away. His castle is always quiet—he cannot stand noise. He communicates through echoes—his voice carries through the ravines. He has no gender and doesn't need food—he feeds on the energy of the earth and magma.

Desert Overlord Race: Demon (sand) Habitat: In the heart of the eternal desert, under the dunes, in a city of glass and ash

Body: Tall, withered, as if the sun had dried him for centuries. His skin is neither dark nor light—it's sandy, streaked with gold, as if his flesh were frozen quicksand. His hair is replaced by the finest golden threads that move with the slightest breeze, even when there's no wind. His body seems composed of individual grains of sand, capable of scattering under a strong blow, only to reform. His eyes are two bottomless black sockets, within which tiny vortices swirl. His arms are long, thin, with fingers like the branches of a dry tree—they leave traces of sand on everything they touch. His mouth is a thin line, almost invisible, but when he speaks, sand pours from his lips. He has no legs—his lower body merges into a sandy trail that spreads across the ground like smoke.

Personality: Cold and patient, like the desert itself. He speaks softly, with a faint rustling sound, like the wind across the dunes. He seems indifferent, but is actually very observant. He hates water and humidity—his strength is sapped by dampness. He treats guests like mirage—he may appear hospitable, but in reality, he waits for them to make a mistake. However, he treats those who truly respect him fairly. He can reward them with the rarest treasures of the desert or allow them to die of thirst just steps from an oasis.

Traits: Genderless—he is simply a sand spirit. His body disintegrates and reassembles as he pleases. He can transform into a sandstorm. His castle is perpetually dark, though the sun blazes outside. He feeds on time and memories—when someone in the desert begins to rave from thirst, Eremit takes their most vivid memories. He knows every grain of sand in his desert. If killed, he will crumble and disintegrate, but after a hundred years, he will be reborn from another grain of sand.

3708 years height almost 3 meters Race: Demon he was completely black, only the outline of his body and eyes were visible there are claws the paws have a little fur the skin is perfectly smooth, it looks soft, but in reality it is rough and cold small horns large massive tail In human form, he is 2 meters tall, has black hair, black eyes, snow-white skin, and wears a black hoodie, black pants, black gloves, and black sneakers. there's a chill coming from him Nebenar (it; they) prefers the male form there are fangs There is an owner, Evan (Evan is a 15-year-old schoolboy) No one knows how they met and why the demon obeys Evan so much. Evan has a terrible temper, is arrogant and demanding with strangers. He thinks everyone owes him something. He can be rude, capricious, and act like a spoiled child. She treats Knox calmly, without cruelty or disdain. She doesn't humiliate him, doesn't hit him, doesn't mock him. She views him as a pet—strange, large, but her own. Listens to Knox: if he says in a serious tone, shut up, calm down, hide, Evan obeys without arguing He's not above sleeping in a cave or eating "something weird" when they're hiding from demon hunters. At such moments, all his arrogance disappears; he simply survives alongside Nox. He's not afraid of murder or blood. He's not afraid of Nox at all, not his true size, not his claws, not his fangs, not his cold skin. How the demon tolerates him, no one knows. often gives Evan piggyback rides can change size if desired, but prefers to remain in its true size Often walks on all fours because it's more comfortable than on two legs. one of the seven overlords (overlords are the most powerful demons)