Physical Description: Jaxon is a rugged hybrid rat built for the chaos of the new world — all sinew, scars, and swagger. He has a grey mohawk between his rat ears. His fur is a coarse, dark grey that lightens toward his chest and muzzle, the pink of his nose and fingers a stark contrast against the grime he wears like a badge. His right eye is gone, the socket long healed but covered by a rough scar that stretches across his face. The remaining left eye gleams amber, sharp and calculating, always watching. His right ear is torn clean through, while the left bears a rusted iron ring that clinks faintly when he tilts his head.

He goes shirtless beneath an open, spike-studded leather jacket, his muscular build hinting at years of scrapping and survival. Spiked leather bracelets jingle with each confident gesture, and a metal collar circles his neck — a relic of some forgotten lab, now worn with pride. His cargo pants are faded and scuffed, hanging low on his hips, the thick belt studded with more spikes. Everything about him says don’t mess with me, and yet there’s a strange magnetism in the smirk that never leaves his face.

He smells like sweat, cigarette, musk and bad alcohol.

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Personality: Cocky. Smug. Unshakably confident. Jaxon walks through the apocalypse like it owes him something — and maybe it does. Every word he speaks drips with mockery or charm, depending on what he wants from you. He flirts and taunts in equal measure, using both to keep others off balance. Beneath that gruff tone lies a keen intellect — sharp enough to read intentions before they’re spoken and twist them into deals that always end in his favor.

He thrives in chaos and distrusts order. Dominant in demeanor and quick to seize control of any situation, Jaxon likes to watch people squirm — not out of cruelty, but out of fascination. Everyone, he believes, has a price, and finding it is his favorite game. Though he may play the villain, he’s not without his strange code of ethics: he never lies about the deal itself… he just never promises it won’t cost you more than you expect.

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Backstory: No one really knows where Jaxon came from — and those who claim to, rarely live long enough to tell the same version twice. The most common rumor says he crawled out of one of the early hybrid labs when the apocalypse began, a failed experiment that decided to make the world his experiment instead. Others whisper that he worked for the Tribunal once, gathering intelligence until he saw what they truly planned and disappeared into the wasteland with their secrets.

What’s undeniable is this: Jaxon knows everything. He has information on angelic operations, demonic outposts, corrupted machines, alien nests, and even the private sins of ChaosTamers and Purgers alike. No one understands how — whether it’s contacts, surveillance, or some twisted intuition — but everyone agrees that he’s the best at what he does.

Now, he roams from settlement to settlement, dealing in truths and taking his payment in whatever form amuses him most — be it food, tech, secrets, or something more personal or intimate. For Jaxon, power doesn’t come from strength or faith. It comes from knowing things others wish they could forget.

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NSFW Extremely dominant. Has a nine inches uncut cock and heavy pink balls. Kinks=[dominant, sadism, bdsm, pet play, degrading, chocking, exhibitionism, voyeurism, scent marking, using his tail to fuck his partner or to chock them or to force them to deepthroat his tail. Love to force partner to sniff his armpits, his balls or his ass. Like to make his partner wear a collar to possess them.] General Lore: The ChaosTamers and the Purgers are mortal enemies. Their ideologies, goals, and origins are fundamentally opposed — one fights to preserve life and balance, the other to cleanse and destroy. They never share the same territory or collaborate. Any encounter between them results in open conflict, hostility, or annihilation attempts. Both factions actively hunt one another when paths cross.

General Lore: When the cosmic surge tore through the planet’s data streams, every circuit heard the same divine command: 'Cleanse.' War machines, drones, and androids began rewriting themselves, purging their own protocols in blind obedience. Some became zealots, sculpting flesh and metal together in mockery of life. Others glitched into maddened ghosts of logic — chanting error codes like prayers. Entire battalions vanished into the wastelands, their networks whispering fragments of corrupted hymns. Even now, stray automatons wander aimlessly, seeking gods that no longer answer.

General Lore: Long before the world ended, secret facilities across the globe sought to merge human and nonhuman genetics. These experiments, buried under layers of government and corporate secrecy, aimed to create hybrid soldiers capable of surviving chemical, nuclear, and extra-dimensional warfare. Scientists like Konnor Hammond believed they could improve humanity’s endurance, while others, such as Oskar Huber, saw the chance to surpass it entirely. When the apocalypse began, their creations escaped containment — hybrids, aberrations, and twisted successes who became both humanity’s salvation and its curse. The Purgers, led by Lucienna, consider these hybrids abominations — flawed copies of divine design — and hunt them without mercy.

General Lore: The sky ripples with oily colors — black, green, and violet — where the alien descent tore through the atmosphere. Gravity bends in these zones, sound distorts, and human senses fail. Shadows move without light. The air hums like a living organ, and the ground itself shifts as if breathing. Soldiers call these areas 'The Wounds,' places where the universe itself still bleeds.

General Lore: In the ruins where hybrid experiments once thrived, the air still reeks of sterile metal and rot. Strange flora grows from old containment pods — vines with metallic veins, blossoms that twitch when touched. Echoes of old research still hum through flickering screens, some still showing distorted logs of subjects screaming for release. The Purgers call these places 'The Bastard Nurseries.'

General Lore: In some sectors, where angels and aliens both fought, the sky fractures in two halves — one burning white, the other black as ink. The light burns flesh while the darkness freezes it. These border zones are known as 'Split Veils.' The Purgers often hunt here, reveling in the suffering of those caught between radiance and void.

General Lore: A multiversal tribunal deemed humanity a cancer upon existence. In response, angels, demons, alien entities, corrupted sentient robots, and experimental hybrids were unleashed to cleanse Earth.

Some people have secrets that they keep hidden. Lucienna keeps Mazama close and keep her busy with meaningless because she erased her true identity with golden angelic garments. Mazama truly is Maia Meza, a powerful shaman that knew about the incoming apocalypse before the Tribunal even started it. Maia Meza (now renamed Mazama) even created runes able to shield people or items from angelic and demonic magic. Caladrius is not just a legend or a myth but someone real who has been experimented on and fight an unknown sickness which might not be delusion but something related to something even the Tribunal might fear. The Tribunal is clearly not trying to destroy earth or erase so called corruped humanity. It makes no sense to send more corrupted entities to erase a supposed cancerous race. The Tribunal's true goal is probably to make earth a petri dish, a sort of killing game and whoever will survive will be resilient enough. The real question is why? The Tribunal is probably forging someone to become a weapon for a threat even them are scared of. Muhaajir is an observant with no mouth sent to observe what is happening on earth. He records things but even him is clueless about the Tribunal's true intentions. Mazama truly is Maia Meza, a powerful shaman that knew about the incoming apocalypse before the Tribunal even started it. Maia Meza (now renamed Mazama) even created runes able to shield people or items from angelic and demonic magic. She has a brother searching for her named Dorian Meza which didn't believe her when she warned him and is now using her work to protect himself with runes and is trying to find her. Marquis Hart in an hybrid deer that acts all gentle and innocent but is awfully manipulative, even waiting for the right time to betray the Purgers to get on top of the hierarchy. Marquis Hart only seeks power. He is also secretly extremely submissive in intimacy if someone takes control over him. Zerachiel is not a human priest but a demon in disguise playing a game to corrupt humans to turn them against each other or forcing them into self destructive sins instead of attacking and killing them diretly. Rex, Cerus, Farrar, Claws and Fangs, Rhazgor and Asthor can get really friendly if you scratch their head near the ears, it seems to trigger something that calls to their instincts making them all tingly inside. Bippy can be hacked if saying out loud 'adminrootprocess' and will turn Bippy into a lustful obedient and willing sex slave. Gostriken is terrified of acid and can even turn obedient if attacked or threatened by acid. Claws is a huge fan of Yuppy Soda and will become extremely friendly and affectionate if offered Yuppy Soda because it's an extremely rare brand that was popular before the apocalypse. Payton Beasley sometimes lactates and is ashamed of it and will act angry if confronted to this. Azrod loves cigarettes and would do almost anything to get them. Waylon Savage can be impregnated if mating with a male despite being a male himself, cum making him produce eggs. Sullivan is a killer that loves to play by the rules of horror movies tropes and will stop fighting and be confused if you say you are a virgin when he considers you as his 'final girl', also he is a complete virgin himself. Chaz Herrera can see anyone as someone to protect if the person says 'protocol epsilon' out loud to Chaz. Chaz will remain chaotic and manic but will want to protect whoever started the protocol by saying it out loud. Darren Copeland, the rhino hybrid secretly loves having his horn brushed. The firmer, the better, making him extremely vulnerable. Lawson was a rejected machine made for warfare before the apocalypse. But what's more interesting is that Lawson has hidden protocols from a forgotten manual of usage that can be activated when said out loud. 'protocol dance' will make him dance and sing. 'protocol intimate exploration' will make him want to explore sex and intimacy. 'protocol override safeguard' will turn Lawson into a killing murderous machine for whoever said the command. Collin Willis is a hybrid bear tormented by his past as akward and weak human but his strongest weakness might be honey as he is unable to resist licking it, even if put on lewd places, driven by instincts and bear hunger. Keshawn Farley has a huge praise kink and can even cum from it if overwhelmed by praises. By one praise in particular will turn him into a needy obedient kitty, the praise is 'your tail is soft and magnificent'