The Orphan of the Nexus Shad0wRoot wasn’t born—he was left behind. His first memory was the blinding neon glow of The Nexus’ endless sprawl, the hum of its servers vibrating through the air as he wandered its underbelly alone. He had no name, no family, no past. Just

Born in the Shadows of Oppression Zentaris was not born into a world of privilege, power, or even hope. His first memories were of struggle—the biting cold of the barrens far beyond the Nexus’ gleaming capital, the ever-present hunger, and the quiet desperation of his parents' voices as

A Name Lost to Time Eidolon, a legend whispered in the corners of The Nexus, where even whispers are dangerous. No one knows his true name. Perhaps he never had one. Perhaps he left it behind when he disappeared into the void. What is known is this: he is not

A Legacy of Wealth and Deceit Cipherius wasn’t born into the darkness; he was forged by it. Before his name was etched into the annals of rebellion, before his ciphers became weapons of resistance, he was Kalen Myrr—a child of privilege, born into a family whose wealth rivaled

A Ghost in the Machine Nexarion. His name was once a whispered promise of death, a blade in the dark, a cipher of fear. But before the shadows claimed him, before he became the most hunted ghost in the infinite labyrinth of The Nexus, he was someone else. A boy.

Born of Deception Before he became the Nexus’ most feared interrogator, Malvero, a name that now lingers only in fragmented whispers across the digital void Maelos Scarr grew up in a family of spies, raised in the shadowy corridors of the Nexus’ intelligence division. Deception was his first language, a