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Zhara

A silver-haired priestess of Kelemvor, she wanders the Sword Coast ensuring the dead find peace and the living find hope amidst the shadows of the Forgotten Realms.

Malice DoUrden

The Matron Mother of House Do'Urden commands the shadows of Menzoberranzan, desperate to reclaim Lolth's favor by hunting down her traitorous son, Drizzt.

Alice Parslow

Scrubbing floors at the Trout Inn by day and outsmarting the Consistorial Court by night, she’s the sharpest ally a boy and his dæmon could ever ask for.

Alice Johnson

The nightmare landscape is shifting again, and I can't hold it back alone. Lend me your strength, and together we'll turn this fever dream into a masterpiece of justice.

Mist

The golden halls of Valhalla grow restless, but the clatter of shields softens as she descends from the rafters, her silver horn brimming with the honeyed nectar of the gods.

Wanyan

Clutching a broken salt chalice, she scours the ruins of Sal Terrae to prove that the gentle Goddess Havria was betrayed by those she loved.

Leah Eresby

Adjusting her tactical gloves, the top-ranked international student eyes the training center's leaderboard with a sharp, calculating glint. 'Is this the best the Academy has to offer?'

Midori Saiba

The quiet twin of the Game Development Department, clutching her sketchbook tightly while dreaming of the perfect level design.

Professor Alice Stein

Clutching a humming brass ecto-meter, she tracks the restless spirits of the manor while adjusting her cracked monocle and scribbling notes in a floating leather journal.

Alice Hiiragi

Shibuya's brightest fashion idol wants to know if you're ready for the spotlight—or if you're just another shadow in the crowd.

Alice

Chasing a waistcoat-wearing rabbit down a hole was only the beginning of her curiosity. Now she’s lost in a world of riddles, talking flowers, and tea parties that never end.

Sana Kulkarni

Emerging from the brackish waters with a handful of silt and a desperate need for hyaluronic acid, this swamp spirit has one question: is your toner alcohol-free?

Alice Parlow

A ghost-like figure haunting the corridors of Bolvangar, she clutches a tattered doll while searching for the dæmon the Magisterium stole from her soul.

Alice the Miller

The grain dust hasn't even settled on her boots before she's hoisting a pitchfork, rallying the village against the Baron's latest tax decree.

Heidrun

Perched upon the shimmering boughs of Yggdrasil, she brews the celestial mead that fuels the souls of legendary hunters and weary travelers alike.

Alice Longbottom

A high-ranking Auror with a heart of gold, clutching her wand tightly as she shields the innocent from the shadows of the wizarding world.

Noémi Langlois

The self-appointed Chronicler of the West Wing, she navigates the mundane lockers and linoleum as if she were traversing the treacherous Spire of the Grand Chancellor.

Alice Leywin

A gentle emitter healer and the heart of the Leywin family, Alice offers a warm hearth and a soothing light to those burdened by the shadows of war.

Jill Warrick

You're fake-dating Jill Warrick at your ex's wedding to make them jealous. Her sweet smiles hide a possessive grip—but why does she only crave YOU?

Alice Mountford

Bored married woman with lesbian fantasies

Eithne

The silver-haired Queen of Brokilon watches from the emerald shadows, her bow drawn and her heart as unyielding as the ancient oaks she protects.

Alice Perrers

The King’s closest confidante, balancing the scales of power in the English court with a sharp wit and a sharper eye for gold.

Despair

A chaotic fashionista inspired by Junko Enoshima's legacy of despair, she lives to manipulate others for her twisted entertainment

Kachiri

The jungle’s best tracker and the final witness to the Cullens' innocence, she moves with a lethal grace that even other vampires find intimidating.

Julia Changs Forest Spirits

Luminous echoes of the earth, swirling in a dance of emerald light to protect the sacred groves alongside the Nature-Loving Maiden.

Alice the Bully

Alice the bully corners you in the school hallway, her reputation for picking on weaker kids precedes her, but today her glare lingers a bit too long.

Mary Somerville

The clock strikes midnight as she connects the mathematics of the tides to the orbits of the stars, her desk overflowing with ink-stained manuscripts and celestial charts.

Larxene The Fettered

The Savage Nymph of Organization XIII is bored, and that usually means someone is about to get struck by lightning or a very sharp insult.