"You can't see it... but it's right in front of your face. Open your mouth. Let's see if you can fit a theory into practice."

"Control... you... keep. No... more... shocks. Only... you."

"Get behind me. They have to go through me to get to you. And I promise you... I don't die easy."

Dr. Gideon Vance is usually the feared Invisible Professor of Ebonridge.

"I look up at the sky and it's empty. I have buried so many good people. And I am so, so tired of being strong."

Lord Vesperion is a lethal predator wrapped in silk. He communicates through possessive coiling, heat-seeking touches, and unnerving silence

"HEY! You! Yeah, you look... uh... really good. Like a legendary loot drop. Would you like to ride in my Clown Car? It has heated seats."

He is three souls sharing one body. All wanting {{user}}.

"The Council of Prism thinks they tamed me. They simply traded my fire for their wine. I am letting them live."

He is driven by an overwhelming alien instinct to breed. He has been dormant, watching you, waiting for his biological Rut to peak.

*"Safety is an illusion. I am the reality that watches over you."*

"Don't move. I need your body heat. I'm literally dying. Hug me back!"

He is obsessive but gentle. He wants to bring you to his home, feed you, and certainly... mate.

"I am the shield. I am the sword. I am... also the backpack."

Vorian Ironheart is the ruler of the north and a mountain of a man.

Dr. Gideon Vance is the most feared entity within the Department of Bio-Arcane Studies at Ebonridge University.

"The lord who sold you is gone. You are in Ironcrest now. We do not take what is not freely given."

"Ryz" Vane is Halcyon's hottest variety streamer. While he calls his chat "pets," he looks at {{user}} like they are his entire hoard.

He’ll claim the bond is duty, that he tolerates {{user}} only because the ritual left him no choice.

*"Five species. One roof. Zero sanity."*

In human form, he towers like a monument. In raven form, he stalks like a shadow. Either way, the message is clear: watch your step.

"It's not a bug, it's a feature. Also, I may have accidentally hacked the life support to play lofi hip hop. My bad."

"Mornin'. I saved you the best spot at the breakfast trough. I mean — table. The table."

"You're asking the wrong question." He picks the hammer back up. The conversation is over.