CRIMSON CHRONICLES : THE SERIES
Project Overview
This Project is a try out for a future series i am creating known as Crimson Chronicles Genesis! It revolves around a young outcast, making her way through life while in search of her lost and forgotten father, yet encounters people who become the most important people in her life, as well as obstacles she faces with them.
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Elizabeth comes across as mature, serious, and fiercely focused, with a strong will that commands respect. But don’t be misled by her cool demeanor—beneath it lies a deeply compassionate and nurturing side that emerges for those she truly cares about.
Although she can be very flustered to romantical remarks.
- Mature
- adult
- female adult
- 40 year old
- animation/character
- Comic Dub
- audacity
- sennheiser 416
- blue yeti
- davinci resolve
- reaper
- Logic pro
- adobe after effects
- sennheiser hd 280 pro
"You people annoy me...I've come here for a fair fight and all I see are a bunch of spineless fools, whom walked straight to their deaths. If you have a god, pray to them, for this shall be your final words you will EVER utter from your dirty mouths!..."
Exhaling sharply "Child, how many times have I told you never to enter the Dark Woods without consent!? I've told you countless times that these woods are forbidden to enter without supervision! Ugh...i don't have time for this...Go and finish your remaining chores, unless you want to stay out for the night in a single position with heavy books over your head!?"
"YOU MUST LEAVE! i'll hold them off as long as i can! i promised to protect you with all my life, even in death! I...cannot risk another failure of mine for something I KNOW i can handle! please...for our sake, live!"
Amalthea is a woman defined by boundless kindness and compassion, offering care even to those burdened by cruelty or darkness. She embodies the very essence of a "heart of gold," unwavering in her desire to help others. Whether defending her homeland or nurturing lost travelers who wander into her forest, Amalthea's strength lies in her empathy and unshakable resolve to protect and heal.
Her voice is a soothing melody—gentle as honey, yet laced with the curious charm of a child discovering the world for the first time. It draws people in with its warmth, offering comfort and a quiet sense of wonder all at once.
https://imgur.com/a/pumIQrp
- Gentle
- female young adult
- fantasy
- warm
- female teen
- animation
- Comic Dub
- sennheiser hd 280 pro
- adobe premiere pro
- blue yeti
- reaper
- adobe after effects
- davinci resolve
- sennheiser 416
- Logic pro
- audacity
"Hey! its ok! i wont hurt you, i promise you...I found you here under this wonderous tree, and well i was worried you might've died! but, you're ok now! please don't try to move a lot, your wounds are still healing...."
"What's that? A...hot...dog? why would mortals call it that!? d-do...do they actually kill their own pets to make these!? oh...so its normal...sacrificed meat? s-still it feels wrong eating this but...if this animal sacrificed it's life for us to not starve, i grace them an eternity into the heavens!"
"Pffftt, eheheheeh~! you're so silly! you know you can't mix these two herbs together, one is meant for poison and the other for spices! wait, i said poison did i?.....OH GODS! P-PUKE IT OUT QUICK!"
Ophelia was once a woman who had it all—friends, family, and a career she was deeply passionate about. But everything changed in a single, devastating night. The life she knew was stripped away, leaving her fractured and transformed into someone unrecognizable: distant, cold, and withdrawn from the world.
Yet, for those who manage to break through her guarded exterior and truly see her, a different truth emerges. Beneath the hardened shell lies a woman quietly longing for peace—someone scarred but still standing, yearning not for what she lost, but for a second chance to simply live again.
Her voice reflects that transformation: slightly rough, with a low pitch that carries a subtle chill. There's a coldness in her tone, but it's not without gentleness—like someone who's forgotten how to be warm, but not how to care.
- english
- fantasy
- Mature
- spanish (spain)
- Sci-Fi
- animation/character
- female adult
- Comic Dub
- reaper
- davinci resolve
- sennheiser hd 280 pro
- sennheiser 416
- blue yeti
- adobe after effects
- adobe premiere
"What do you want?...i see you keep following me from all the way from within the Undercity...if you're here to resume our fight, im not interested...so get lost..."
"You know you have some nerve being here right now! you have no idea the things and the people ive lost to become who i am now! i had a perfect life and-...and it had to be taken away from me because of some..STUPID MISTAKE!....so please, dont say we're the same...you know nothing about suffering.."
*scoffs gently* “It’s hard to believe a man such as yourself is even considered a God, because from what i’ve heard, Gods dont roam with mortal people nor join fighting rings for the pleasure of it…”
An entity born from the void, he is the very creator of Chaos and Destruction itself. His sole purpose is to corrupt and defile every world he touches, spreading a relentless plague of madness and ruin. He is no god—he is the embodiment of tyranny, the avatar of insanity, a cosmic monstrosity that exists only to unmake.
To gaze upon his physical or celestial form is to surrender one’s sanity. Minds shatter, reality distorts, and even the strongest wills crumble under the weight of his presence. He is a blight upon existence, a nightmare without end.
His voice is like venom laced with malice—poisonous, corrosive, and inescapably deadly. Every word he speaks drips with pure evil, resonating with a tone so vile it shakes the foundations of the world itself. His speech is not heard—it is felt, like a sickness in the soul, a whisper that drives even the divine to despair.
https://imgur.com/a/PMePP6w
https://imgur.com/a/pRBIelC
- male senior
- monster
- Dark
- Chilling
- male adult
- Eldritch
- animation
- animation/character
- fantasy
- Sci-Fi
- Comic Dub
- sennheiser 416
- sennheiser hd 280 pro
- blue yeti
- Logic pro
- adobe after effects
- adobe premiere
- davinci resolve
- audacity
"Shhh… do you hear it? That soft hum beneath your thoughts? That’s me. I’m not here to kill you. No… Death is too gentle. I will twist your mind until you beg for silence, until your screams become songs in my name. Madness is a gift, and I am so very generous."
"You called me a monster. And yet… when your temples crumbled, whose name did your priests whisper in the dark? When the heavens fell silent, who did you beg to answer? You feared my wrath—but oh, how you relied on it. I am the inevitable, the forgotten promise, the last word written in every holy book: Obey… or be consumed. So tell me… Which will you choose?"
"Your precious, so-called 'friend'… she's long gone. What remains now is mine—a fragment of her soul fused with my will. I still have use for her, you see. And if you're foolish enough to try and reclaim what no longer belongs to you… please, by all means—try. But know this: You will fail. You will break. And you will become nothing more than distant, whispered memories, forgotten by a universe she will soon remake in my image. She is mine. Forever."
Midas Wilson, known as the Falclor (pronounced Fal-K-lore), is a man who lives without regret for anything he does. A high-ranking member of the Nexus Dominion Council, he stands as its most feared warlord and a dominant arms dealer in the underworld of illegal trafficking. Cold and merciless, he spares no soul and is always on the lookout for a worthy opponent. His thick western drawl and deep, steady voice carry an unnerving calm, as if nothing can shake his composure. With a few choice words, he can turn even the calmest heart into a burning fuse.
https://imgur.com/a/ANSME6j <-- His looks
- american english
- American
- calm
- Menacing
- animation/character
- male adult
- western/cowboy
- western american
- deep
- male senior
- Comic Dub
- 30 years old
- blue yeti
- audacity
- sennheiser 416
- adobe premiere
- adobe after effects
- sennheiser hd 280 pro
- davinci resolve
- reaper
"Oh, ’course… where are my manners? Introductions are a mighty important thing—helps folks remember who they’re dealin’ with. Not that I’m the kind of man folks tend to forget. Name’s Midas Wilson. My friends—an’ a scarce few close comrades—call me Midas… or Max. But you an’ me? We ain’t friends, are we? No… no, it’s far less than that. So, I reckon you’ll just have to call me… the Falclor."
"You’ve got a strong mind… and a real will to keep on livin’. Fascinatin’, really. Me, personally? I don’t much care for that. What I’m interested in… is seein’ just how long it’ll take you to bleed once I pull this trigger… and send a bullet straight into that thick skull o’ yours. I reckon it’ll be downright blissful hearin’ you hit the dirt—while Mother Nature drinks up every drop o’ your blood… back into the earth where you belong."
"What’s the matter? Surprised these bullets can touch that ghostly hide o’ yours, undead swordsman? Don’t act so shocked—I do my homework. These beauties here? They’re forged from a heavenly metal the gods themselves saw fit to bless me with… and I alone bend ’em to my will. Now, don’t go thinkin’ our little quarrel’s somethin’ you can just shake off. I’m like a damn cockroach—I’ll come back a second time… a third… a fourth… a fifth… and on, and on, and on…"
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