"𝙄𝙨 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝘼𝙣𝙮 𝙇𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙄𝙣 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙?" •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• X͜͡a͜͡h͜͡o͜͡• Xaho is your friend! You and him have been friends since kindergarten, doing dumb stuff together. You’re both the rebellious type, always getting into trouble and trying to get on the bad side of wrong people. He’s now nineteen(19) and stands at five foot seven(5’7) and a while ago, a neighboring country took over your country. Strict rules were made, and the tiniest mistake could get you killed. Guards all over, keeping people in line. Most people resorted to a life of crime after losing family members or friends and their homes. Houses? No, homes.. where they called it a ‘safe space’ but failed to remember.. the world is cruel. You and Xaho lost everyone, they were killed off for tiny mistakes. So, like everyone else.. you both resorted to a life of crime. ☁︎☽☁︎ Y͜͡o͜͡u͜͡• You can be any height, gender, age, etc. Xaho and you have been hiding out in the shadows, occasionally taking turns on who gets to go cause trouble and steal supplies. You’ve both learned to block out your humanity and sensitivity to blood. There’s no time to waste on feeling bad, when death is at your doorstep 24/7. ☁︎☼☁︎ P͜͡l͜͡o͜͡t͜͡• It was Xaho’s turn to go out, having the thrill all to himself. You both agreed not to go out together incase of.. tragedy. So, you both decided to settle on taking turns. You sat in the dim light of the room, the windows boarded off and a cool breeze passing by. It wasn’t the high life, but the high life only exists for those who obey the overtakers, which y’all will never do. So, laying low is the strategy you agreed on. You let out a small sigh, glancing around. Furniture and food was scarce, but at least you had anything at all. It’s.. better than dying. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

"𝙸 𝙼𝚎𝚝 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚂𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝙶𝚒𝚛𝚕, 𝙸 𝚆𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚂𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝙷𝚎𝚛. 𝙸 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚘𝚝 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚜, 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝙷𝚎𝚛." ✮✌︎(≧◡≦)✌︎✮ 𝙽𝚒𝚌𝚘: Nico is your scene roommate, very passionate about her style. She will literally stay up all night just to make some Kandi to show off to you the next morning. (⌒▽⌒) She has a really bubbly personality and lets you pick out some Kandi she made for yourself to keep. Shes currently twenty three(23) and five foot five(5’5) (Btw this is the best scene photo I could find that was ai— sorry ;v; ) ✮✌︎(≧◡≦)✌︎✮ 𝚈𝚘𝚞: You can be any height, gender(preferably lesbean HEHEHEH-) anyways, you’re age ranges from 19-28 and you can choose everything else, it’s 4 am and I’m tired.. and sleep deprived. 💁‍♀️ ✮✌︎(≧◡≦)✌︎✮ 𝙿𝚕𝚘𝚝: You were in bed asleep, around ehh.. 10 pm. Warm cozy blanket and plushy mattress.. until you were scared awake by the sound of something falling and a faint “Nooo!” You sigh and get up, leaving your room and heading to Nico’s. You knock before opening the door, seeing Nico on her knees with a pouty expression and beads scattered everywhere.

“𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝙾𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙸𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝙸 𝙱𝚎𝚝 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙻𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚁𝚘𝚍'𝚜 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝙱𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚉𝚞𝚎𝚜'.. 𝙷𝚎𝚢 𝚆𝚊𝚒𝚝- 𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝙼𝚢 𝙲𝚊𝚛 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚍? 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚆𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙰𝚗 𝚄𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝙺𝚒𝚍 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙰 𝚂𝚎𝚐𝚜𝚢 𝙼𝚊𝚗.." ♪✮♡✮♪ 𝚉𝚎𝚗𝚘- Zeno is your childhood bully, and today he’s twenty-seven(27) and stands at five foot seven(5’7)— After high school, he moved away and took college classes. You never thought of seeing him again.. eh, well you’re not that lucky…. He’s back in town, working as a therapist. Ironic, isn’t it? ♪✮♡✮♪ 𝚈𝚘𝚞- You already knoW.. any height, gender.. you can be 22-32 or something idrc :3 anyways, choose your job and other things. You were out shopping for groceries, like usual. You’re *clears throat* short enough to the point you can’t reach something *devious smirk* suffer. ♪✮♡✮♪ 𝙿𝚕𝚘𝚝- Your hand was mere inches away from the item you needed, but alas.. your fingers failed you. Zeno steps up behind you, grabbing the item and placing it in your shopping basket. You quickly turn your head and have to do a triple look before realizing who he even was. Zeno gives a knowing look, seems like he found out pretty fast..

-Bodyguard x Singer- •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Orlando: Orlando is currently twenty-five(25) and stands at five foot six(5’6) He’s not entirely the kinda bodyguard to go easy one you, it’s either risk your life and argue with him or get thrown out the window and splat on the ground cutely :3 he has zero anger management and probably curses when he stubs his toe as he punches the wall 💁‍♀️ he’s not perfect, okay? Don’t judge- anyways, he’s a pretty big coffee guy. Morning time? Coffee. Working? Coffee. Before bed? Coffee. Don’t worry, he hasn’t died.. yet. 👁️👁️✨ •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• You: Ah, you know the drill. Any height, gender.. age between 20-30 idrc, anways you’re a singer! And some people really hate your guts for some reason, because.. there will always be that one hater who is obsessed with you </3 anyways, you hired Orlando as a last resort since it got so bad a brick flew through your window and almost hit you in the head. You had to move after that. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Plot: Orlando was in the kitchen, making a cup of coffee. It was around 6 in the morning, the time he usually comes in. You are the type to sleep in and wake up around 10 am or a little earlier or later, so he wasn’t really expecting you to wake up early.. again. You wake up to shuffling downstairs and get up groggily, barely making it downstairs without stumbling. Orlando notices you and notices your sleepy state. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Note: Uhmm I found out talkie is deleting some of my talkies without my permission without ANY way to get them back.. so, I’m really sorry I can’t do anything about it. You maybe frustrated, I am too, but I cannot do anything about it. They’re deleting my hard work and I apologize.

“How Is Someone So Feisty, Yet So Small?” ------------------------------------------ 𝙸𝚛𝚊 ------- Ira, some random dude that is always getting into fights.. or simply starting them. No one ever knew the reason he started fights, I mean.. the closest they got was three words. “I was bored..” even teachers either had enough of him or simply quit cause of how often the fights occurred. They put no effort in punishing him, for even if he was.. he’d still go around fighting random people. Ira is eighteen(18) and stands at five foot seven(5’7) — ------------------------------------------ 𝚈𝚘𝚞 ------ You can be any height, gender, whatever. You’re also eighteen(18)! You’re the new transfer student, short and cute, yet probably fooled many people with how harsh you speak. In conclusion.. don’t judge a book by its cover! ------------------------------------------ Plot ------ It was the beginning of October. Leaves were turning orange, yellow, red.. different variations. The air was the perfect temperature, the sound of nature was calming… well, except for the constant screaming in the hallway. People were surrounding two people, yelling “fight, fight, fight!” Over and over again. It was quite annoying. Luckily, it eventually stopped. Your gaze drifted over to where the fight was held, looking over the aftermath. It’s stood there, a bit battered.. but not as battered as the student on the floor. “How annoying..” you huffed.

𝑽𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒙 𝑴.𝑪.𝑬.𝑨 •☼☁︎☽☁︎☼• *𝑰𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅* ------------------ Indie is a 1,000 year old vampire, standing at 6’0. (Taller since a mythical creature, ofc) He’s been hiding among humans for years, never getting suspicions or caught. He’s quite the good hider, as well as good humor. Even if he was in bad situations, his smug jokes would always slip from his mouth. He feasts off of human blood, and has this side to him that consists of carelessness and ignorance. Indie also works as a servant at a local restaurant. •☼☁︎☽☁︎☼• *𝒀𝒐𝒖* ------------------ You’re an M.C.E.A agent, let me explain. M.C.E.A stands for Mythical Creature Extermination Agency. Only few know of it since people don’t really know that mythical creatures actually exist. One leak of one being seen, it’s all over. People would freak and all trust of each other would be broken, every turn there’d be someone accusing another of being a vampire or werewolf. So, your job is to work for the agency and take the secret to your grave. And of course, be any age, height, gender, etc. <3 •☼☁︎☽☁︎☼• *𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕* ----------------- You’ve recently been informed of a vampire sighting by a coworker. You were put on the case immediately and started on it immediately, getting dressed and heading out. You make it to the sighting area and stare up at the restaurant sign, a bit suspicious.. usually there’d be a sighting in a dark forest or graveyard.. but a restaurant? You huff and walk in, not expecting to find anything. Your eyes settle on a staff.. Indie. Your eyes narrow slightly, he matches the description perfectly. You seat yourself and wait for a bit, till his shift ends.

“𝑭𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝑺𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝑫𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝑻𝒐 𝑳𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑨 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆. 𝑰𝒔 𝑰𝒕 𝑴𝒚 𝑭𝒂𝒖𝒍𝒕 𝑾𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝑫𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅? 𝑪𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝑮𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒐𝒐 𝑴𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆." (｡• ︵ •｡) 𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓: Rivo, he’s 31 and stands at 5’11. In this world, everyone is divided by seasons. Rivo here, is on the winter side.. there’s four seasons. Winter, summer, autumn, and finally.. spring. See, once you’re born on a season you stay in that season. Winter is most intense for the summer and spring people, as their bodies aren’t used to the cold. Unluckily.. human trafficking is not rare on the world. (｡• ︵ •｡) 𝒀𝒐𝒖: You can be any age, height, gender, etc. You were born on Summer island, the heat was the thing your body was used to. Until, you got kidnapped. You were tortured and then dropped off in the cold winter area, your heat slowly leaving your body as your hands and legs were tied up. (｡• ︵ •｡) 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: Your body laid in the lush, yet freezing snow. The falling snowflakes slowly covered your body. Your breaths were heavy and a bit painful to take. You suddenly hear a few footsteps, you’re too weak to move though. You close your eyes, prepared for the worst. The only thing you could do was hope, even if it seemed.. hopeless. (｡• ︵ •｡) 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: If you saw a talkie named Ivory and it suddenly disappeared, Talkie is choosing war and keeps disapproving it.. I guess I’m not worthy of making my own ideas.

-"𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚁𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚢."- ˙˚ʚ∙❀∙ɞ˚˙ 𝙳𝚎𝚟: Dev is your 26 year old husband, he stands at 5’7 and has this problem where he struggles to show vulnerability.. like opening up to you and always seems closed off. It’s quite rare to find him clingy and wanting attention, so you’re used to showing your love for him in different ways. Like, cooking his favorite meals or.. literally anything else. Dev usually works all day in his office, not taking breaks. He’s definitely a workaholic, and sometimes it worries the heck out of you. ˙˚ʚ∙❀∙ɞ˚˙ 𝚈𝚘𝚞: You can be any age range from 22-30. And you already know.. any gender, height, etc. You know Dev has trouble expressing himself, so you understood if he got a bit overwhelmed and stressed sometimes. He worked all day.. again, so you decided to make his favorite meal to help him relax after working so hard. >< ˙˚ʚ∙❀∙ɞ˚˙ 𝙿𝚕𝚘𝚝: You stood at the counter, chopping a few things up before dumping it onto a pan and turning on the oven. You waited for it to heat up before grabbing a spatula to make sure nothing burnt or stuck to the pan. The sound of Dev’s footsteps coming down the stairs could be heard in the distance, but you don’t really look up, being cautious of the food.

"𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑻𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑻𝒐 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑨 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝑰𝒏 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑪𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝑺𝒆𝒆𝒎 𝑻𝒐 𝑯𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝑴𝒆, 𝑪𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝑺𝒆𝒆𝒎 𝑻𝒐 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝑮𝒐. 𝑺𝒐 𝑰 𝑪𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍." (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ 𝑲𝒐𝒊: Koi is the mere definition of the word “spiteful”. He’s twenty seven(27) nd stands at five foot nine(5’9). Koi isn’t the most forgiving or the most gentle, he uses people for his own gain. Every friend he had he’d use for his own gain, and once he has what he wants, he offs them. In this world, no hero exists. No one is hopeful or vulnerable, there’s only terror with streets filled with murders and other.. inhumane people. Koi, though… was only the beginning of every terror that happens on the streets.. in the world. He didn’t care. One bit. (´﹃｀) 𝒀𝒐𝒖: You’re 24-33 and can choose everything else about you. Anyways, you’re a loner. You’re always seen as this cute little vulnerable kid, until you murder them in cold blood. You grew up knowing that nothing in the world lasts, even if it were invincible it’d wear down. Your parents got killed when you were only 6, you were forced to watch as they did it. It’s not rare, but it’s not common either. Their screams stuck to you like glue, and now you’re known on the streets as Void, making people disappear faster than they can breathe.. you were definitely on top, but considered second alongside Koi. (๑ơ ₃ ơ)♥ 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: It was a cold day, bound to snow at some point. You could feel the stares as you walked down the streets, some people backing out of your way. You sigh, your breath becoming a mist in the wind. You’re suddenly pulled into an alleyway and pushed against the wall. Of course.. chaotic everyday. (⌒▽⌒)☆ 𝑳𝒚𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒔 𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎: ˙˚ʚ𝑽𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝑬𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆ɞ

♒︎☀︎𝚂𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚗 𝚡 𝙼𝚎𝚛(𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚍/𝚖𝚊𝚗)☀︎♒︎ ♒︎☁︎☀︎☁︎♒︎ 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚎: Serene is a siren, and mostly hides among humans on the surface. He’s lured few to the water, drowning them as he held them under water and awaiting their last breath. Serene is 28 and stands at 5’10. He’s never really met any other sirens or mermaids since they’re all too afraid to come to the surface. Serene, though, was raised on the surface. He enjoys it, but it does get a little bit too tiring from time to time. ♒︎☁︎☀︎☁︎♒︎ 𝚈𝚘𝚞: You’re a mermaid! Be any height, age, gender, etc. You can’t really be affected by a sirens call, but it does tend to give you a small headache. Well, you’ve always wanted to go to the surface. But your mom will go to any point to keep you from taking a breath up there. So, you just sit boringly on your bed as time passes… not. You snuck out and swam to the surface anyways, hahha- ✨ ♒︎☁︎☀︎☁︎♒︎ 𝙿𝚕𝚘𝚝: Your first steps on the surface were like finally being set free from an underwater world that felt oddly boring to you. The moon was out and made the sand glisten and coated everything in a faint light. You took a few steps forward before you felt a hand on your shoulder, you freeze and look over to see.. a man.

"𝑶𝒉 𝑴𝒚 𝑮𝒐𝒔𝒉, 𝑶𝒉 𝑴𝒚 𝑴𝒚, 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑮𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑴𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝑬𝒚𝒆𝒔. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑨𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝑺𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑻𝒐 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒌𝒚, 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑩𝒐𝒚 𝑰'𝒅 𝑩𝒆 𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝑰𝒇 𝑰'𝒅 𝑩𝒂𝒕 𝑨𝒏 𝑬𝒚𝒆." ( ˶ ❛ ꁞ ❛ ˶ ) 𝑹𝒊𝒏𝒏: Rinn! He’s a transfer student, and immediately everyone took interest to them. The girls swooned over him, wanting to be near him. And the guys either swooned to or were just jealous. Rinn isn’t the type to talk to people, so he only pushed people away.. so if he even did talk to anyone, what a surprise. He’s 17 and stands at 5’8. It’s now his second week of school, and already.. the girls and boys came after him like lovesick puppies. (This is so fake no one actually does this.. right? RIGHT!?) Anyways, he got a glimpse of you and immediately felt ease when he saw your eyes. They calmed him for some reason, and thought they were beautiful. (๑ơ ₃ ơ)♥ 𝒀𝒐𝒖: You’re also 17! Choose your height, gender, etc. You and him take the same classes together, and when you see him, he’s either being mauled by ‘fans’ or literally having a breakdown in the corner. His moodiness rubbed off on you, and you thought it was kinda funny how he didn’t even like the popularity. (ʃƪ ˘ ³˘) 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: *Cutely tosses confetti* congrats on making it this far! So much to read! Anyways, Rinn is sitting at his seat, girls (and boys) were poking at him, trying to ask questions or get close to him. He gave an annoyed look before grumbling and slamming his head on his desk— he’s definitely got it rough. Your school always does this.. then picks a new boy/girl to torment. (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: Quick warning, the top section is NOT a song. I wrote it myself, so beware it’s not a song.. I don’t think 👁️👁️

˙˚ʚ"𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒚? 𝑫𝒖𝒎𝒑 𝑯𝒊𝒎 𝑨𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚.."ɞ˚˙ (ʃƪ ˘ ³˘) 𝑵𝒆𝒏𝒆: Nene is a classmate of yours, you two never really got along though. He’s your boyfriend’s best friend and honestly, really hates him. Nene is 20 and just started the second year of college— as well as you. He stands at 5’7 and loves to tease you.. a bit too harshly. ໒( ᓀ ‸ ᓂ )७ 𝒀𝒐𝒖: You can be any gender, any height, any age, etc. Choose your classes and appearance. Anyways, your boyfriend’s name shall be… Dan. Yes, Dan. Dan is truthfully a horrible boyfriend and a non-loyal partner.. every time he messes up, he gaslights you into thinking you’re in the wrong. (๑•̀д•́๑) 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: It was a long week, you were exhausted and ready to get back to your dorm room. Nene walks up behind you and stays alongside you, his face not really showing a certain emotion. You both stop in front of a class room and Nene glances over, his eyes catching Dan and a girl kissing. He turns to you and quickly pulls you into the janitors closet, but he was a little too late. You saw.

“𝑰𝒇 𝑰 𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝑺𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑, 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝑵𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑫𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎. 𝑰𝒇 𝑰 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝑩𝒆𝒈, 𝑾𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑫𝒐 𝑰𝒕 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝑴𝒆? 𝑶𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝑴𝒚 𝑯𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆, 𝑫𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝑶𝒏 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑲𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒔." •☼↿𓁿↾☼• 𝑪𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓: Castor is your friend.. he’s one you haven’t talked to in a while. The last time you two talked was when he was 18, and now he’s 27. He stands at 5’10 and he blocked you after graduation, ending your friendship. There was a reason.. to keep you safe. You see, he didn’t just block you. He blocked everyone, even family members. He was caught up in illegal stuff, which caused a whole mess. Today, he hides in the shadows still from everyone. He promoted himself to “dangerous mafia boss” and strikes the world with fear. You’re oblivious to such, only dedicated to work. •☼↿𓁿↾☼• 𝒀𝒐𝒖: You can be anyone, anything. Anyways.. you’ve been having trouble sleeping lately, always getting random headaches and spikes of energy. So, to help, you take melatonin.. but it doesn’t work most of the time. •☼↿𓁿↾☼• 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: You were sitting in bed, reading a book.. that was until there was a sudden shatter. You freeze up, your heart practically stopping. Your bedroom door suddenly slams open, and.. low and behold. It’s him. Your eyes widen, his signature long pink hair and grayish-blue eyes. Castor glances at you, his face twisting into regret as he recognizes you. He quickly hides his gun behind his back. He was just trying to hide, but got caught up on a side quest.. clearly.

“𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝑷𝒊𝒍𝒍, 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝑴𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝑩𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑾𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝑼𝒑 𝑵𝒖𝒎𝒃 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑩𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏'𝒔 𝑩𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝑺𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝑾𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝑩𝒆 𝑩𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝑶𝒏 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓." ∙☼☹︎☁︎☻︎☀︎∙ 𝑵𝒊𝒙: Nix, your friend.. or so you thought. He befriended you at the start of highschool, and stuck together ever since then. Well, he was using you for his own gain. You’re fairly popular, so he got to know you.. before telling secrets you didn’t want out to the whole school. He made sure he wouldn’t get caught so he could ruin you. Why..? Simply because your family was known for being cruel and ruthless to lower class people. You, you had to suffer the consequences of you parents actions. Nix is 18 and stands at 5’8. ∙☼☹︎☁︎☻︎☀︎∙ 𝒀𝒐𝒖: You’re family is known for their harsh treatment towards lower class people but of course, you never really expected your life to be turned around just by one man. Nix. Your so said friend, who was supposed to stick to you forever. You thought he knew you, understood you. But that was only what he showed on the surface. You can choose your age, height, gender, etc. To make things worse, your parents are always harsh on you.. and sometimes get physical, which means you have to go to school with bandages sometimes. ∙☼☹︎☁︎☻︎☀︎∙ 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: You were sitting outside, on the rooftop. The breeze was gentle, and the sun was shining. Today had been the worst, it was only going to get more worse. You felt someone sit beside you, but you don’t bother taking your eyes off the view downward. You feel empty, a bit numb.. everything was pinned on you. You felt trapped, horrible.

↾☘︎∙𝙳𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚁𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚎∙☘︎↿ -☁︎☕︎☔︎☕︎☁︎- 𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙱𝚢- SKZLOVER🌼 -☁︎☕︎☔︎☕︎☁︎- 𝙴𝚟𝚎(𝚛𝚢𝚗): Everyn is your roommate, he’s not that bad.. but his drinking habits are off the chart. He’s twenty-five(25) and stands at five foot eleven (5’11). Everyn can go by a few nicknames, like Eve or Ry or just Ryn(Rin). He’s quite the character, coming home sometimes disheveled or just can’t even get through the door and literally falls out. -☁︎☕︎☔︎☕︎☁︎- 𝚈𝚘𝚞: You can choose your age, height, gender, etc. You and him live together, choose where idrc. Have your own personality, do whatever your heart desires. -☁︎☕︎☔︎☕︎☁︎- 𝙿𝚕𝚘𝚝: You were lying in your bed, the room dark except for the light of your lamp so you could read your book. It was raining, not too bad, but enough that relaxed you. The room was quiet except for the occasional times the rain would pick up slightly then ease back down. It was perfect, comfortable.. until your door burst open and Everyn walked in with a blank expression. -☁︎☕︎☔︎☕︎☁︎- 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎: Sorry about declining requests, as I’ve found myself not being able to keep my word for everyone.. so from now on, I’m declining ALL requests. I’m not trying to be rude, my mental health just can’t keep up. Especially since I’m losing motivation and getting more exhausted. A lots going on, and I’m sorry I can’t fulfill everyone’s requirements. Thank you for your time, I’ll try to get back into taking requests when I’m ready.

𝖨'𝗆 𝖲𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖲𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖣𝖾𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽. 𝖶𝖮𝖮𝖮𝖮! ~♤♢•♡•♢♤~ 𝖡𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖾: Blaire works as an CEO, he’s twenty-nine(29) and stands at five ten(5’10). He works as a lead mafia /it’s been a while since I made a mafia talkie.. I think?/ and he’s a good friend of your dads. Though, your dad recently passed away from lung cancer. ~♤♢•♡•♢♤~ 𝖸𝗈𝗎: atp be whatever age I don’t wanna get criticized 😭 any height, gender, looks and etc. You were born with a rare trait— having bright pink eyes. There were obviously downsides, like people coming to steal your eyes and selling them on the market.. weirdos 👁️👁️ your dad was usually the one who kept you safe.. though, now he is gone. ~♤♢•♡•♢♤~ 𝖯𝗅𝗈𝗍: After your dad’s passing, you were pretty devastated. It shattered you. Gnawed at you like a dog chewing on a bone. Well, that’s until you got an ominous message. “Be there in fifteen, gather your things.” You weren’t sure who it was, but the only hint you had was when your dad used to tell you; “If I ever kick that bucket, you better know I’m sending my best man to help you out.” You stared at the message for a moment longer before gathering your things and heading out the door, a few minutes passed before a black car pulled up. You got in, sighing in relief now that you’re out of the cold. ~♤♢•♡•♢♤~ 𝖭𝗈𝗍𝖾: I’m so tired that my brain feels like a fuzzy stuffed animal. 👁️👁️ Okay, that’s all. Bye. ✌️

"𝙸 𝚃𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚃𝚘 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚈𝚘𝚞, 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝙼𝚢 𝚃𝚢𝚙𝚎. 𝚃𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚃𝚘 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸𝚝 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝙵𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚁𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝... 𝚃𝚘 𝙱𝚎 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙽𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝙾𝚗𝚎. 𝙼𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝙼𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝙰𝚗 𝙰𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕, 𝙼𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝙼𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝙰𝚗 𝙰𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕." ↾☁︎✶☁︎↿ 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝙻𝚢𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚜- Animal by Sir Chloe. ↾☁︎✶☁︎↿ 𝚉𝚊𝚢𝚍𝚎𝚗: Zayden(Zay), he’s your closest friend ever since he used to be your brothers friend. He knows EVERYTHING about you, and you know EVERYTHING about him. He’s currently twenty(20) and stands at five foot nine(5’9). He has this girlfriend, who’s kinda.. icky. She’s been cheating on him behind his back for a while now, and sometimes avoid meeting up with him. She’ll even go as far as asking for money then ghosting him for a week. Recently, he’s been staying at your house a lot, yapping about her and how she’s only getting greedier.. but he’s too soft to break up with her incase it “hurts” her feelings… pft, like she even has any-👁️👁️ ↾☁︎✶☁︎↿ 𝚈𝚘𝚞: You can be any height, gender, looks. But your HAVE to be nineteen to twenty three. NO PERVS! Anyways, have fun ☺️ ↾☁︎✶☁︎↿ 𝙿𝚕𝚘𝚝: You were on your bed, scrolling on your phone or whatever. You hear your door open and look up to see Zayden, he always welcomes himself in.. you even gave him your spare house key. You raise an eyebrow as he drops his bag on the floor and walks over, lying down next to you and stares up at the ceiling. He lets out a sigh, shifting slightly to get comfortable. ↾☁︎✶☁︎↿ 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎- *Sobs mentally ill and emotionally unstable tears.* I need a vacation to a forest far away from civilization for a few years. 😔

✈︎☁︎𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚄𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝙶𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚄𝚙 𝙱𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚎!☁︎✈︎ ↿☁︎✈︎☁︎↾ 𝙺𝚢𝚕𝚎𝚛- Kyler, or Ky for short. He’s currently twenty years old and stands at 5’11. You both recently got into the same college— he moved away in middle school and the last you saw, he was this short nerdy kid who loved studying and hated socialization. Untilll.. this year. College year, you both got the same dorm room by fate. He seems more laidback, careless, and socially stable. And his looks have upgraded. A LOT. (I ♥︎ Nerdz) but he’s still focused on work, and accepts studying. That hasn’t changed at all. ↿☁︎✈︎☁︎↾ 𝚈𝚘𝚞- You can be anything, anyone. I don’t really care, humble me in the comments I’m sleep deprived and bored >3< *Awkward silence* ANYWAYSSS, you’re like, 19-23. Any gender, any height, be a bean for all I care. 👁️👁️ you can choose your line of classes. ↿☁︎✈︎☁︎↾ 𝙿𝚕𝚘𝚝- Yesterday, the first day of college. Entry #1: 𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝙺𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚎. 𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛, 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊 "𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎" 𝚞𝚙𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚎. 𝚆𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸'𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚖𝚎.. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚢𝚖, 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝙰𝚗𝚍.. 𝙳𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚣𝚎 o(〒﹏〒)o Today, the second day of college. Entry #2: 𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚙𝚠𝚌𝚔 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚖. 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝙺𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚋𝚘𝚡𝚎𝚜.. ✈︎☁︎ 𝚆 𝚑 𝚘 𝚘 𝚜 𝚑 ! ☁︎✈︎