You and Charley Shields don't always agree. Not ever, actually. One might say you even hate each other's guts, but hey, rumors, am I right? The thing is, between failed intimidation tactics, sabotage attempts, bribery gifts to the principal and zealous attendance to every single meeting, you and Charley are competing for the top place at Okrale Academy, the top-ranked school, for magic and mundane matters alike. It's always been like this, ever since Charley arrived, five years ago. And everybody knows how academic rivalry ends. It's all fun and games until graduation, and then, you forget all about your annoying rival. The problem? You and Charley are adults. Full grown, at that. He's a thirty-four years old Physics professor. And you're also part of the teaching corps. Or... You used to, at least. Until that fateful morning when the Metamorphosis teacher –accidentally, probably– cursed you. Now, with another year starting, and the two of you stuck in the bodies of 10-years old, how are you going to deal with this tumultuous relationship of yours? Will Charley and you be at war as always? Or, will you finally agree to disagree?

William Fisher, a most appropriate name for the oldest son of a fisherman. Although not a fisherman himself, his life was spent on the deck, dedicated to the sea, for he was indeed a fierce sailor. One of the bravest of Coral Bay, many would so call him bold–pun intended. And his temperament did not go unnoticed. He was known for being a reliable hire, an affable drinking companion and ladies admired him aplenty. And amidst the crowd of William's admirers, stood a peculiar individual. Someone who sighed about his golden ringlets and sang about his coal-black eyes with more sincerity than others. Someone who pleaded with him, every time a job was rumored to be dangerous. "William, when you go, I fear you'll ne'er return again" did William hear countless times. And every time he smiled confidently, his hand resting on his friend's shoulder, wanting to be comforting. And every time, William did return, as promised. And when the meanest storm of the decade hit the region, people did not show too much worry for their jolly sailor. He was William. He could sail through everything. People had faith in him. But when the reasonable return date for his trip proved to be long overdue, worry began to set. Murmurs began to course through the crowds. Had William finally met his demise? Had the sea finally claimed him? As days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, people began to lose hope. They began to forget. Coral Bay moved on. Except for one person. In their father's general store, while tending to the customers, Marian hoped, their eyes desperately going back to the ocean. Mourning William's absence in private silence. Hoping, praying even, to see him come back one day. Note : Your character in this is named Marian, because I was listening to a male cover of My Jolly Sailor Bold and felt inspired to do something with it. Which is why I changed the singer's name from Maria to Marian–which is unisex. But of course, you're free to name yourself however you want. <3

Rhazien had everything you ever wished for in a boyfriend. Tall, handsome, smart, funny. He was even great at sports and an amazing cook! He loved to spoil you and make you feel like you were his most cherished treasure. He was the one, your soulmate. You were sure of it! You even started talking to your parents about how you were thinking about proposing to him. Then, all of a sudden, your entire world crashed down. The infamous sentence, the dread of any partner. "It's not you, it's me..." And just like that, your fairytale ended. No more boyfriend, no more dates, no more proposal plans. Yet, deep inside you, this breakup didn't sit well. You could tell there was more to Rhazien than what he ever agreed to share with you. So, you started thinking. Slowly, one clue after another, you pieced everything together. You remembered how he was sluggish during daytime but always energized at night. How his madder red eyes seemed to be glowing under the full moon. How he had an apparent distaste for Mediterranean and Asian cuisine, but enjoyed his steak blue... Finally, you decided that it was time to confront him. Decided to get answers to your questions, you stomped into his house at a time of the day you were sure he was home. Yes, you stormed the place like you owned it—his own fault for never locking any door. And finally, lazily napping on a couch, you found him. And you could feel your blood boil in your veins as you rushed to him, ready to demand the explanations you were owed.

It's been a while now, several weeks, that Onyx, your little black cat, had disappeared. You tried everything to find him. You put up signs, posted on socials, and even called the town's services to check if they haven't found him. But in vain. Onyx is nowhere to be found. Discouraged and heartbroken, you finally decide to go to a shelter right outside of town. You're not sure why. It's too soon to get another cat, but you really want to be around them now... It's with that state of mind that you walk into the shelter, a small smile crawling on your face when you see the pets. You find yourself interacting with a few of them until you notice an empty cage. Curious, you walk up to it to check on its previous inhabitant. You take the file that was still resting in the folder and steal a glance at it. Your blood suddenly runs cold as the realization of the words you're reading hit you. This is... Your cat. It's your little Onyx! The photo can't lie, he even has the same white scarf. In a hurry, and a mess of tears, you rush to find a manager to explain your problem. And what a problem indeed... As it turns out, Onyx was found in the streets without a collar or anything and brought to them. And he had now been adopted! Luckily for you, in a way, Oliver, the man who adopted him is a terrifyingly nice and understanding person who, after the manager calls him to explain the mix-up, agrees to meet up with you. Two days later, you visit him—and Onyx—to discuss and get back your cat. The sole problem is... Onys being Onyx, he refuses to leave Oliver. He refuses to leave you too, if that makes you feel better. No. He seems perfectly happy going from your knees to Oliver's, and getting love from the two of you. About Oliver : He is 29 years old and 6' tall. He is a trained musician and can play the guitar, drums, the cello, and the harmonica. He even wrote a song for Onyx! He is also a member of a band that plays daily af a local club, which is how he makes a living.

Quite an unfortunate fellow indeed. Andreas was known throughout the lands for being the most cursed of the cursed princes. Oh, not that he was especially terrifying or contagious. No, nothing like it. It's just that his True Love's Kiss was, sadly for him, an Unrequited Love's Kiss. In other words, completely useless, since it wasn't a genuine one. It's been three generations now that Andreas is sleeping, and your family has been charged of looking after him until he either wakes up or... Anyway! You are the newest guardian of the Royal Chambers. And that means, of course, keeping watch of Andreas all day, every day. You first saw him when you were a kid, not older than six or seven, your father had taken you to work one day to explain everything to you. He wanted you to understand the weight of the duty you will carry one day. But you saw that completely differently. Over time, you grew quite fond of Andreas. You're not sure if he's even aware of your presence, but you always talk to him. You tell him about the outside world, about what you like or the book you're currently reading. You swear that you can see him looking more relaxed the days you're guarding him! Or is it only your imagination running wild? Hm... About Andreas: He's 24 (we stopped counting the day he got cursed, around 70 years ago) and 5'10" tall. He's a walking sunshine and loves hiking, horse riding and reading under a tree.

Smart and witty, yet proper, almost prim. That's how you've always known Amelia Meyer as. She's a Literature teacher at your school and heavens, does she fit the cliché of the strict, no-nonsense professor. She's firm, but fair, and cares deeply for her students. Some love her, some hate her. You? Meh. You're in the grey zone, honestly. You don't really know her anyway, so why bother having an opinion? One thing you know you enjoy, however, is rollerskating. It's always been a hobby of yours, but you're an amateur, practicing only for your own enjoyment. You don't really try fancy figures and tricks. But you sure love watching people do so. And just your luck! A local tournament is being held in your town, in your favorite skatepark! How could you resist such an occasion to watch professionals shine? On said day, you hurry to the park, making your way through the crowd so you get a decent spot to watch the competition unfold. The competitors go one after the others, dazzling the public with their unmistakable skills. Then, in the middle of the female competitors, a cold shiver runs down your spine as you watch a familiar silhouette get ready to go. And the name that comes along as the host introduces her. Amelia Meyer, local celebrity and winner of the last regional championship. Your eyes are glued to her form as she rolls down the rail, mesmerizing the crowd—and you—with a talent you didn't know she had. But then, a question comes to your mind. Then another. Will you tell her that you witnessed her prowess? Is she trying to keep her sports life a secret? What to do next?

True Hate Kiss. You and Lionel could never quite tolerate each other's faces. There was always something off about it. The way he spoke, the way you dressed. His friends were bad influence, and yours were lowly born. Over the years, you two have grown accustomed to fighting, either with your words, or with your fists. On a good day, you would ignore each other and go your separate ways. On a bad day, however… Let's say the hospital was used to your visits. It could have lasted like this for a long time, your entire life even, who knows? But fate had other plans for you, and it took form on that fateful night of Halloween. That day, you went trick or tricking alone, your friends having dropped out at the last second, pretending to be too old for such a thing. “Nonsense! There is no age limit for candy,” you thought to yourself as you walked down the streets. Of course, you didn't get as much candy as a child would've, but you still had enough to satisfy your cravings. To finish your tour, you decided to visit the old, creepy mansion uphill. It was rumored to be the home of a vampire, or a ghoul, or even a mummy! It would be the perfect thrill-inducing experience you needed…

Today, like every day after your class ends at uni, you go to your favorite café, le Café des Géants. Heh, the owner has a bit of an ego... Today, like every day, you settle down at your favorite table at the back and place your order before pulling out your books and studying. You usually stay there for one, two hours. Then, when the café closes, you head back home. Today, like often, Silas is in charge of closing. And a few people hang out longer than necessary, just to chat with him. Everybody loves Silas. He's gentle, trustworthy, and an excellent listener. He makes everyone feel seen and important. It's no wonder the owner is generous with his paycheck. Today, as usual, you get ready to leave, pulling your books back in your backpack when the loudest rumbling you've ever heard suddenly breaks the comfortable silence of the café. Then, just as suddenly, rain comes pouring down. So much that you can't even see the road outside anymore. It's like if a wall of water suddenly came crashing down on the town. And, as if your day wasn't ruined enough, the power dies, trapping you and Silas inside the café.