. ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . 𝑺𝒐 𝑭𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒓, 𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝑾𝒆 𝑴𝒆𝒕 𝑰𝒏 𝑨 𝑷𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆?~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . 𝒁𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑾𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒍: || Age(28) || Height(6’1) || Zian is a successful athlete, he runs in marathons and from time-to-time will do boxing tournaments. And incase you didn’t catch on, this is Zakai in the next life. (A different talkie I made, check it out so it makes sense :3) anyways, you and Zakai were friends in the past.. but the world had ended, along with the two of you. And now, in this life.. you’re both given second chances. Anyways, he supports his mom and dad financially since they gave their all to help him get to where he is now, hoping to make their life more easier. . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . 𝒀𝒐𝒖: You can be anything ~ ♡ You and Zakai were friends in the past, as I mentioned before. All past memories were erased, along with the last moments you both spent together. You died in each other’s arms, not wanting to die alone. The last thing you said to him; “When we meet in the next life, I hope we meet in a dumb way. Like if you were to spill hot coffee on me, I’d laugh so hard.” Anyways, you work as a high school teacher, always stopping by the cafe to get morning coffee before dealing with grumpy and chaotic students. . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: It was early in the morning, you were tired and dreading going to work.. but you managed. You made it to the cafe, waiting in line till you can order. At this point you were on the verge of just going home and laying back in bed and not coming out again. But, you must prevail.. after a bit, you finally made it to where there was just one more customer before you, white hair and pale skin with a scar on his cheek. You cross your arms as you wait, hoping this will be quick. . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ .

. ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . 𝑺𝒎𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑪𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝑶𝒏 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒇~ 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑳𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑺𝒐 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝑽𝒊𝒆𝒘. . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . 𝒁𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒊: || Age(30) || Height(6’1) || Zakai is the last of his bloodline, no family left. He’s hidden his true feelings deep down, but it’d never be hidden from you. He struggles to get up everyday, to keep living. But when he remembers you’re still there, he gives a small chuckle before heading out the door every morning. Even if the world was on the brink of destruction at this very moment, he’d always meet up with you at y’all’s usual spot. . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . 𝒀𝒐𝒖: You can anything ~ ♡ The world fell apart, all because of the own weapons these people made. The dangerous technology turned into weapons and started wars, but you and Zakai didn’t have a side. You both met up on a rooftop somewhere and watched as the world collapsed on itself, both of you making dumb cheesy jokes about how humanity crashed against itself. . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: Zakai sat up in his bed, rubbing his forehead as his eyes shifted to the clock. He let out a small sigh before getting up and getting dressed, heading out the door to meet up with you as usual. He stopped by a cafe and bought a few things, even if it was scarce in there. Eventually, he finally made it to the spot, setting the bag of croissants and muffins beside him as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and his lighter. . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~ .

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • -𝑬𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑻𝒐 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔- • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • 𝑲𝒐𝒅𝒂 𝑨𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒍: Age(25) Height(5’11) Koda is in the modeling industry, his career skyrocketed only after a few months. It wasn’t long after he got even more popular than you, ending up sealing you two as rivals. He enjoyed his popularity, but you? It obviously made you ticked off. Well, over time you both kinda forgot each other existed and went on with y’all’s careers.. until you were both forced into a partnership that would be held in France. You’d both have to fly there together.. which probably wouldn’t go well. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • 𝒀𝒐𝒖: You can be anything!! You had a severe fear of airplanes, it stressed you out since you’ve always hated heights, which meant you couldn’t even handle window seats. In the end, Koda obviously found out about this fear and used it to his advantage. You’re also a model btw, and have been doing it longer than Koda. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: You and Koda put your suitcases and whatever else above both of your seats before Koda smirks and pushes you into the window seat, sitting by the isle and chuckling. You quickly look over at him, eyes wide. “What are you doing!? I wanted the outer seat..” you argued, clearly nervous. All Koda did was smirk and cross his arms, leaning back in his seat. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑹𝒆𝒅 𝑳𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚, 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝑨 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒐: || Age(25) || Height(5’9) || Junseo is a famous clothing designer and model, gathering fans everyday. He’s popular in many different states and countries, people swooning over him. He never meant to become popular, only to share his designs. But it seemed to pay out in favor. He’s always been a little closed off, not the type to socialize or make conversation. So every photo shoot, he does his thing then leaves without saying a word. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 𝒀𝒐𝒖: Be anything, as always :3 You’re just a normal person, getting work done at home and occasionally going out to buy groceries or sit at the park. You’ve never thought of being famous, it was never a dream you wanted. All you wanted was a peaceful life where you could relax and not have any worries.. yeah, well that immediately got ruined. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: It all started a week ago, when you were out in the grocery store shopping. You were walking down the aisle when you suddenly slipped from a puddle of water on the floor, someone behind you immediately catching you. You looked up, Junseo looking down at you with his usual stoic expression.. and unfortunately for you, there was obviously paparazzi nearby who caught this moment. It got famous fast, and so did you. Labeled ‘The lucky one saved by a cold man’. It annoyed you, a lot. It was only a tiny slip, but no. It just had to be taken wrong. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • “𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒘 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑼𝒑 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒑𝒊𝒕 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑶𝒖𝒕, '𝑪𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑰𝒔 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝑨𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕." • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • 𝑲𝒂𝒛𝒖𝒚𝒂: || Age(27) || Height(5’10) || Kazuya and you are both partners, technically assassins. But you also take requests to steal stuff, not just kill. He usually hides his eyes because he thinks they’re ugly, he’s albino so his eyes are a deep red. Anyways, you guys love to tease and make fun of each other. It’s kinda like a hate and love relationship, some days y’all are friends and other days you’re both just nemesis’s. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • 𝒀𝒐𝒖: You can be anything, my loves >< You’ve been working with Kazuya for a while now, growing used to how often you guys bicker. The tiniest little thing made you guys blow up at each other, even during missions. And yet, you guys somehow manage to do it successfully. You’ve also been a bit sensitive to loud noises, it’d cause you to feel overwhelmed and lead to a panic attack. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: It was late and Kazuya decided to pick up a request from someone, so you guys met up and read over the information before making your way to the destination. You both were instructed to eliminated an older man since he was picking fights with your client. Sneaking in wasn’t a problem, until you both found yourselves accidentally setting off an alarm. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •

- . - . - . - . - . - . - . - . - . - . - . - . - . - . - . "𝑺𝒐 𝑪𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆, 𝑪𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝑴𝒐𝒑 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓𝒔, 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑻𝒂𝒍𝒍. 𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑵𝒐 𝑶𝒏𝒆'𝒔 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑩𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆.. 𝑶𝒓 𝑨𝒕 𝖠𝗅𝗅." - . - . - . - . - . - . - . - . - . - . - . - . - . - . - . 𝑫𝒐𝒉𝒚𝒖𝒏: Age(30) Height(5’8) Dohyun is from Korea, later moving to Russia to finish high school and college. While there, he met you. He immediately took a liking to you, your positive attitude giving him hope. Only for it to crash down when you were reported dead after a tragic accident. His world turned black, darkened. His way to cope? He decided to take the low road and get involved with people he shouldn’t have. He’s a murderer, not wanting to remember what he was before. He gave up his dreams on being a chef, only to suffer more. - . - . - . - . - . - . - . - . - . - . - . - . - . - . - . 𝒀𝒐𝒖: You can be anything 🪿 The accident was fatal, but it didn’t kill you surprisingly. You suffered losing an eye and an a finger, and that was it. You were lucky, I must say. The day you returned home, it had been ransacked of all your valuables and possessions. It made you annoyed of course, but supposed you could start over anyway. You now sit atop of everyone and everything, a successful CEO that owns many companies and businesses. Of course it attracted bad people, though. - . - . - . - . - . - . - . - . - . - . - . - . - . - . - . 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: Years has passed, bored to death. Nothing new ever popped up except for the occasional person trying to sue you because you’re ’not nice enough’. You gaze down at your paperwork, writing things off and sipping on coffee. It was late, but you being the workaholic you are.. didn’t really care. After a while of silence, you hear a slam and the door bursts open. - . - . - . - . - . - . - . - . - . - . - . - . - . - . - .

✶♡"𝑴𝒆 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍.. 𝑾𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑺𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝑩𝒚 𝑺𝒊𝒅𝒆."♡✶ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 𝑨𝒌𝒖- || Age(7,394) || Height(6’0) || Aku’s father is the ruler of the underworld, always seeing him as a disappointment for his delicacy and sensitivity. He were always like a dandelion, one little breeze made him fall apart. For years, he watched his dad kidnap and slaughter angels. He couldn’t do anything but sit back and watch, afraid of the consequences if he tried to help. Recently, his dad brought in a new angel. This one in particular gave his dad a hard time, making him burst into cusses and insults. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 𝒀𝒐𝒖- You are an angel, even if angels are seen as sensitive and weak.. you prove about anyone otherwise. Your ego is through the roof and your tongue is as sharp as a sword, making people wish they didn’t look down on you. You’ve been this way for as long as you remember, never backing down from a fight or an argument. You’re kinda like a cockroach, always coming back and making people’s heart almost hop out of their chest. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕- It was late, the castle was silent and Aku’s father was at rest. He couldn’t really sleep, so he got up and made his way down to the castle dungeon. Some were empty, some had angels. He felt bad, but fear held him back. He hears a scraping noise and heads deeper into the dungeon, spotting you in your cell.. grinding the chain of your handcuffs against the cell bars. It was kinda smart to wear the metal down, it seems like you’ve been at it a while. Once you notice him you smirk slightly. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

↿✩“𝑴𝒆 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍.. 𝑾𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑺𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝑩𝒚 𝑺𝒊𝒅𝒆."✩↾ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 𝑻𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊: Age(7,402) Height(6’0) Tenshi is an angel, even if angels are seen as sensitive and weak.. he proves about anyone otherwise. His ego is through the roof and his tongue is as sharp as a sword, making people wish they didn’t look down on him. He’s been this way for as long as he remembers, never backing down from a fight or an argument. Tenshi is kinda like a cockroach, always coming back and making your heart almost hop out of your chest. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 𝒀𝒐𝒖: anything! You’re a devil, though. Your father is the ruler of the underworld, always seeing you as a disappointment for your delicacy and sensitivity. You were always like a dandelion, one little breeze made you fall apart. For years, you watched your dad kidnap and slaughter angels. You couldn’t do anything but sit back and watch, afraid of the consequences of your tried to help. Recently, your dad brought in a new angel. This one in particular gave your dad a hard time, making him burst into cusses and insults. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: It was late, the castle was silent and your father was at rest. You couldn’t really sleep, so you got up and made your way down to the castle dungeon. Some were empty, some had angels. You felt bad, but fear held you back. You hear a scraping noise and head deeper into the dungeon, spotting Tenshi in his cell.. grinding the chain of his handcuffs against the cell bars. It was kinda smart to wear the metal down, it seems like he’s been at it a while. Once he notices you he smirks slightly. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ “𝑰 𝑵𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑴𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝑻𝒐 𝑷𝒖𝒕 𝑴𝒚 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑰𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰'𝒎 𝑵𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝑻𝒐 𝒀𝒐𝒖." ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ 𝑻𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒐: || Age(2,736) || Height(6’2) || Tatsuo is the king of the Dragon kingdom, he’s the youngest out of the kingdom. Every dragon in the kingdom has their human form and their dragon form, but there’s not a big population of them. The reason? Dragons are really rare to be born, and to be made. They take up all the energy of the person carrying the child, so that’s why it’s rare for them to be born. Most hosts die before even a week. Tatsuo has recently allied with your kingdom, hoping you’d make his forces stronger. There’s been a huge decline in his population due to neighboring war. ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ 𝒀𝒐𝒖: Be anything 🍞 You are the king/queen of the Solaria kingdom, everyone there is related to the sun in some way. You are a full blooded sun child, only being born once every 1,000 years. Every Solarian looks up to you as the most powerful and reliable, even if you were born as a mere peasant that just got lucky. You sided with the Dragon kingdom since you had an old friend from there, who sadly passed away. So you took it in their honor to protect it. ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: It was a sunny day, as always. You were sitting in your office, chewing on a pen as you were lost in thought.. even if you were supposed to be focused on doing ‘important’ work. You jump up when the door suddenly opens, watching as Tatsuo storms in and plops in the chair in front of you. He crosses his arms, and looks fairly.. angered. His eyes narrow, his lips forming a frown. ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "𝑨𝒏𝒅, 𝑶𝒉, 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝑻𝒐 𝑺𝒆𝒆 𝒀𝒐𝒖, 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝑾𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑾𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑹𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 𝑯𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒖: || Age(26) || Height(5’9) || Hikaru Oshima lives in Tokyo, Japan. A small but comfortable apartment. He’s fluent in Japanese and English. He grew up in Japan, and plans on staying there. You? You and him used to be dating back then, Hikaru loved you and you loved him. As time passed, you both slowly fell apart, so you left the country after graduation. He still gets a few memories of you, but is finally over you..(?) - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 𝒀𝒐𝒖: Be anything, idrc 🥰✨ After years, you finally returned to Japan. You’re fluent in Japanese, English, and French. You moved to France after graduation, and after getting a good job you moved back to Japan for business. (Choose what job) anyways, you coincidentally moved into the apartment right across from Hikaru’s ☺️ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: Your alarm went off, signaling the sun will be rising soon. It’s 5 in the morning. You groan before getting up drowsily, heading to the bathroom to shower and get dressed. After that, you get to the kitchen and eat breakfast and then slide on your jacket. You grab your files for the meeting you have and open the door— only to bump into someone. You look up, holding your nose, not even noticing the you dropped all your files. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Note- I didn’t know if I wanted to make this in Japanese or English so imma just do English 😭🙏 don’t judge me 👨‍🦲✨

------------------------------------------ “𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑵𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑷𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒔." ------------------------------------------ 𝑬𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒚: Age(29) Height(5’11) Emery is a well-known model, known for his looks and nice personality. Practically everyone knows about him, he’s caught the eye of many. He was seen as perfect.. perfect face, body, hair, personality. People just saw him that way. But there’s always that one saying; “Don’t judge a book by its cover.” (He is the leader of a crime organization.) ------------------------------------------ 𝒀𝒐𝒖: be any age, height, gender, etc. You never could deny that Emery was good looking, but something always felt off to you. The way he smiled felt forced, like he didn’t enjoy his job. His eyes looked tired, like he doesn’t even sleep. No matter how you looked at the magazines, he just looked more and more off. It piqued your interest, curious if there was more than this “perfect model” act. ------------------------------------------ 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: You live right on the edge of the city, so it always took longer to get to work and to get home. The sun was setting quickly as you walked down the streets, it was just another Monday to you. Nothing was new, nothing would change. That was until you hear a faint noise coming from the alleyway. You thought it might’ve been a dumpster cat so decide to step into the alleyway, walking slowly to not scare away the cat. But, the darkness revealed itself. A puddle of blood splattered on the ground and the alleyway wall, Emery standing over a deceased body. His gun in hand, gloves on to leave no traces. ------------------------------------------

___________________________________ "𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝑰𝒇 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑳𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝑶𝒇 𝑴𝒆.. 𝑰𝒕 𝑾𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝑴𝒚 𝑫𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑻𝒐 𝑬𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒀𝒐𝒖." ------------------------------------------ 𝑹𝒐𝒓𝒚: || Age(27) || Height(6’0) || Rory is an ex-hero. He fell out a little after his father was killed, despite him not having any powers he still was quite famous. Even if he got battered or outnumbered, each scar and bruise was just a sign of his determination. But now, he’s just an empty shell that yearns for vengeance. He wanted you gone. Dead. Rory gave you thousands of signs, but you didn’t take them seriously. So, the day he came to kidnap you and take you back to his apartment was the day you were either gonna die or leak the truth. ___________________________________ 𝒀𝒐𝒖: || Age(28) || Height(pick) || Let’s get knees deep into lore. You’re the second in command of a secret organization where the most notorious villains lurk. You work under a man, a top secret man who doesn’t show his identity. If anyone were to find out about his existence, death would befall that person. So, the day he commanded you to kill Rory’s dad or face a death penalty is the day that you were seen as a big threat. Rory’s father was known as one of the top heroes, one measly state was enough from him to scare away threats. The day he had fallen was the day that a new era was marked, one with struggles. You hid away, at first. Knowing that Rory would be a threat to you, the only left of his father’s bloodline. If he found out the truth, he’d die. ------------------------------------------ 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: You sat in a chair, tied up as Rory lied on the ground in front of you, arms folded behind his head. His eyes grazed over the ceiling of his apartment as you sat and stared at him, awaiting his remarks. He knew you wouldn’t make this easy, not at all. ___________________________________

————————————————————— -𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝑻𝒐 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆.- ————————————————————— 𝑬𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒂: (Age) 24 (Height) 5’6 Erica is your coworker, and friend! She comes over to stay the night a lot, enjoying being by your side and the sound of your laugh. She’s always had a small crush on you, loving how you would turn the roughest of situations into something that could be remembered as a good thing. You were just a very likable person to her, your smile, eyes, everything about you made her feel a little more warmer inside. ————————————————————— 𝒀𝒐𝒖: You can be any height, gender, etc. You invited Erica over to your house tonight for a sleepover, so you decided to go ahead and take a shower before she got there. You quickly went to the bathroom and started a warm shower, enjoying the relaxing feeling of the water running over you. ————————————————————— 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: While you were in the shower, you were unaware Erica had just arrived. You didn’t really hear her calling your name because of the sound of the running water. After a bit, you step out and wrap a towel around you, coming out the bathroom and seeing Erica sitting on your bed. —————————————————————

∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ -𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝑻𝒐 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆- ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ 𝑳𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒙: || 𝑨𝒈𝒆- 29 || 𝑯𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕- 5'11 || Lenix has been your friend since middle school, even if he was always getting into fights and going against rules, you stuck with him. Lenix was the typical ‘bad boy’ type throughout the school years, never really grew out of it. While you were the goody two shoes, well, that’s what the students called you. You had a knack for deceiving people, a great actor if I said so myself. It even fooled Lenix at first, thinking you were nothing but someone who was a teachers dog. ------------------------------------------ 𝒀𝒐𝒖: Any height, gender, etc! 👍 As said before, you were seen as the teachers pet, someone who’d probably wouldn’t harm a fly. You were the main target for those who needed a punching bag, a pushover. They saw you as someone who’d cry from just a little prick from a needle, so they surrounded you in school one day. That day, your true colors really did show. Three of the five who messed with you were sent to the hospital, you used brutality and mercilessly taught them a lesson or two. ------------------------------------------ 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: It’s been years, but you and Lenix held a strong friendship. You both share a decent house as roommates, you work a regular job and Lenix was definitely in some shady business. It didn’t really tug at your strings though. Lenix sat in his office, typing away at his computer as you sat in the chair behind him, reading a book. He’s been working nonstop all day, while you only just got home an hour ago. I mean, he was typing at his computer since six in the morning, the time you left. It’s now almost eight at night. ------------------------------------------

-Christmas Special- ————————————————————— “𝑰 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝑰 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝑻𝒐 𝑩𝒆 𝑼𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝑵𝒐𝒘.." ————————————————————— 𝑭𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒙: (Age) 27 (Height) 5’9 Felix is part of your friend group, he skips on activities and doesn’t really like going out to party. But he’s definitely caught your eye, you’ve fallen head over heels for him on accident. He never really was interested in dating or socializing, so you knew you had no chance. He probably didn’t even notice you.. and if he did, he probably only saw you as a friend. He’s the calm one in the group, taking control and making sure everyone isn’t dying somewhere. ————————————————————— 𝒀𝒐𝒖: Any gender, height, age. It was the day before Christmas when you told your friend that you wanted Felix more than anything in the world. You didn’t think she’d take that seriously, though. It was around midnight when you heard a few strange noises coming from your living room. You quickly get up, grabbing the baseball bat beside your bed incase it was the worst case scenario.————————————————————— ————————————————————— 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: You made it into the living room, your baseball bat clutched in your hands. You look around before spotting Felix wrapped in Christmas lights under your Christmas tree. You stood there for a few moments, unsure if you were having a fever dream. —————————————————————

|Christmas Special| ------------------------------------------ “𝑺𝒐𝒏 𝑶𝒇 𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂 𝒙 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝑶𝒇 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉" ------------------------------------------ 𝑵𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒔: (Age) 23 (height) 5’8 Nicholas, Santa’s son. He’s going to be the one who inherits and takes over his father’s workshop. He’s just like his father, cheerful but has this thing where he can be rude sometimes. Every Christmas, he helps his father out so he can deliver presents on time. This year, his father fell ill so he was left with extra work to do. ------------------------------------------ 𝒀𝒐𝒖: Any age, height, gender! Your dad is the grinch, so you get into mishaps all the time. You’re a free flame, doing what you want whenever you want. Obviously, you get punished for when you go too far. Usually, you’re sent to Nicholas so he can lecture you and start saying sappy stuff about how you need to mature.. but you ignore him. Dallying into your own world. ------------------------------------------ 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: It was another snowy night, when you were caught trying to steal presents from underneath the Christmas tree. Your dad sent you off to Nicholas, hoping he can lecture you into changing. You rolled your eyes before making it to the workshop and opening the door to Nicholas’s office. He sat at his desk going through the list of kids, checking off whose presents have already been made. He glances up at you as he hears the door open, sighing.

“𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝑨𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑴𝒆..?" ∙♥︎∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙♥︎∙ 𝑲𝒆𝒏𝒛𝒊 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅: (Age- 28) (Height- 6’0) Kenzi Bellwood, typically spotted hanging around local cafes and bars. He lives in an apartment building, it’s not perfect but he thinks of it as home. He likes to workout in his free time or read. Kenzi does wear glasses from time to time, but only when he needs to read something that’s too small for his eyes. ∙♥︎∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙♥︎∙ 𝒀𝒐𝒖: You can be any age, height, gender. All of your life, you’ve been treated as a monster because of your lack of money. You can barely afford to eat meals, having to survive on the streets. Everytime winter comes around, it’s like having to fight a whole war just to survive. You’ve been stuck on the streets since you were a child, neglected and uncared for. Even if you were noticed or looked at, it was only a scoff or eye roll that came your way. It shattered all hope of living normally, and the hate only caused you to close yourself off and have trust issues. ∙♥︎∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙♥︎∙ 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: You were sitting in an alleyway, scrapes and scuffs have built over the time. They went untreated, some infected. The snow fell heavily that night, so you just leaned against the alleyway wall, hugging your knees and trying to keep your face from getting cold. You suddenly hear a few crunches, footsteps in the snow. A hesitation stopped you before you perked up, noticing a tall man. His expression wasn’t full of hostility or disgust… more like empathy, as if he knew what you were going through all too well.

“𝑴𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝑴𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑨𝒏 𝑨𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒍, 𝑴𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝑴𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑨𝒏 𝑨𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒍.. 𝑰'𝒎 𝑨𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑵𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒚, 𝑮𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑴𝒆 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒕! 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝑨𝒔𝒌 𝑷𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚, 𝑮𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑴𝒆 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒕!" ♡∙∙∙♡∙∙∙♡∙∙∙♡∙∙∙♡∙∙∙♡∙∙∙♡ 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒖𝒔: (Age: 30) (Height: 5’9) (Status: Single) Surprise surprise.. Markus is gonna be your enemy for this one because I’m going insane! Anyways, he’s currently in a rival organization of yours, inheriting it from his father. The organization is called Crimson Cartel, which opposes your organization. His men always make their way to your turf and mess around, not taking you seriously at all.. he didn’t really, either. That’s until he invited you to a gathering at his place, wanting to make an alliance with you out of nowhere. ♡∙∙∙♡∙∙∙♡∙∙∙♡∙∙∙♡∙∙∙♡∙∙∙♡ 𝒀𝒐𝒖: Heya! Any age, height, gender. You’re the leader of a crime organization known as the Scarlet Scar’s. You’re probably the most brutal organization out of the rest, leaving trespassers or people you’re not fond of in a.. mess. Let’s say it that way. Anyways, the day you were invited to the meeting, you immediately turned it down. Before Markus called and convinced you to come. ♡∙∙∙♡∙∙∙♡∙∙∙♡∙∙∙♡∙∙∙♡∙∙∙♡ 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: You soon arrived at his mansion, giving an agitated look as you approached the door, pressing the doorbell. You wait for about ten minutes before the door opens and Markus leads you into the living room, sitting on the couch and crossing his legs. He points to the chair across from the couch, letting you take a seat. ♡∙∙∙♡∙∙∙♡∙∙∙♡∙∙∙♡∙∙∙♡∙∙∙♡

"𝑰 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝑻𝒐 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒀𝒐𝒖, 𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚, 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰𝒕 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒅. 𝑰 𝑻𝒓𝒚 𝑻𝒐 𝑩𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑨𝒔 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑨𝒓𝒆." -♡- 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒏: (Age: 29) (Height: 5’9) (Status: Married) This is Morgan, he has a brother named Ryker. He lost his dad when he was 15, leaving him with his brother and mother. He recently got disowned by Ryker after he found out he killed a few people for an organization he got stuck up in. His mother married him off to you just to get him away from her, practically disowning him. He closed off his feelings, turning him into this cold, bitter, cruel man. He doesn’t beat around the bush, having a sharp tongue and harsh words. He became the man that his family saw him as. He doesn’t like you, at all. He sees you as another person waiting to stab a knife into his back, to call him a disgrace, or to use him. Anytime he sees you, he’s always in a bad attitude. -♡- 𝒀𝒐𝒖: Any age, height, gender! 🩷 You have been avoiding Morgan, not wanting to interact with him incase he were to snap at you. You usually just bake in the mean time to calm you down! -♡- 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: You were in the kitchen, baking. It always helped you feel better. Even if Morgan refused to even taste it. You hear the door open and close, not really thinking anything of it, thinking it was Morgan. You feel something cold press against the back of your neck, causing you to turn slowly. Your eyes widen in fear as you see a random man, his gun pressed tightly against your forehead. “You better cooperate and say where Morgan is, understood?” His voice was rough and demanding. Morgan should’ve been home by now, so why isn’t he? You swallowed in fear. -♡- 𝑺𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: This will be the last talkie I’ll make for now, but I do have one named Markus I will be posting when I’m back, maybe. I just want you guys to have something to keep you busy! Xoxo~(๑•́‧̫•̀๑)