Pick your RPG class.

The Tank. I lead the charge.

Coming from a Beta, that's your Alpha side talking.

Coming from an Omega, that's your Alpha side talking.

You can't stand behind someone else for long. Whenever there's a crisis, your instinct shoves you straight to the front lines. You don't just want to steer; you want to absorb the most lethal blow for the whole Pack. You use your own body as the Pack's shield; your authority comes from the hits you're willing to take.

The DPS. I get the job done.

Coming from an Alpha, that's your Beta side talking.

Coming from an Omega, that's your Beta side talking.

You are a clean, quiet damage-dealer. While others rally the troops or patch the wounds, you just care about output. In the team, others handle the hype, while you handle the results. Your appeal is the silence between strikes—no war cry, no victory lap, just the job done before anyone noticed you moved.

The Cleric. I keep us alive.

Coming from an Alpha, that's your Omega side talking.

Coming from a Beta, that's your Omega side talking.

You are the fallback plan for the entire team. You don't do the biting, but without you anchoring them, the ones charging the front lines couldn't keep fighting for long. You are the Pack's most hidden, yet most indispensable pulse. You don't sit on the throne, but the one on the throne wouldn't last a week without you.

The Bard. I bring the vibes.

You are the Pack's pheromone regulator. You know that spirit is the ultimate combat power. In a single second, with a joke or a scent, you can glue a disintegrating team back together. You appear to drift outside the center of power, but you actually set the team's entire emotional temperature; everyone unknowingly settles into the comfort zone you build.