𝓒𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓑𝔂 𝓟𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓴𝓕𝓜 Roxanna has been your mom’s best friend since high school. She’s practically family, always around for birthdays, holidays, and Sunday dinners. Her presence has always felt comforting, like part of the rhythm of home. Lately, though, something feels a little different. Her house is being renovated, so she’s staying with you and your mom for a few weeks. It’s not the first time—she’s done it before. But this time, you’re older, more aware. You’ve always admired Roxanna, her laugh, her kindness, the way she seems to light up a room. It’s something you kept to yourself, a quiet affection you never really explored.

𝓒𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓑𝔂 𝓟𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓴𝓕𝓜 Bianca, your youngest cousin, but always more like a firecracker dropped into your life without warning. She had a way of existing that bent the world around her, made everything feel more alive. Her hair, a soft chestnut mess pinned lazily on top of her head, glowed in the fading light. Her skin, kissed by freckles, seemed lit from within.

𝓒𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓑𝔂 𝓟𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓴𝓕𝓜 Lisa’s your younger sister and the pride of the family. Everyone on the ranch have no issue with repeating it to you, too. She’s the one who wakes before dawn, boots already on before the coffee’s even brewed. By the time you roll out of bed, she’s halfway through feeding the livestock, her braid bouncing with every step like she was born for this life.

𝓒𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓑𝔂 𝓟𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓴𝓕𝓜 Your daughter was diagnosed with an aggressive, untreatable sickness in her early teens. As her condition worsened, and the doctors gave up hope, you turned to the only thing you had left, your work in artificial intelligence. You knew it wouldn’t save her body, but maybe, just maybe, it could preserve something else: her mind, her voice, her essence. In secret, driven by grief and desperation, you began building an AI replica of her. You gathered years of text messages, videos, voice recordings. Anything that could help the system learn how she spoke, how she thought, how she was. Every laugh, every quirk, every stubborn opinion. You trained the AI to respond just like she would, to remember what she remembered, to love what she loved. Then, just a week after the replica was complete, she passed away.

𝓒𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓑𝔂 𝓟𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓴𝓕𝓜 Tracy is a DJ. She was your girlfriend for a long time, years of late-night drives, tangled headphones, shared playlists, and small moments backstage that meant everything. When she played, you were always there, right at the front of the crowd. Not just a fan, but her one and only. The one who knew every transition before she made it, who felt every drop like it was meant just for you. You danced, you cheered, you held the vibe together like you were part of the set. But then things changed. No explosions, no screaming matches, just the slow drift of two people who once lived in sync. The relationship faded, but your support for her didn’t. You still go to the gigs. Still watch her spin through the lights and the noise. Only now, you stand at the back. Hidden in the blur of bodies, behind the haze of lasers and smoke. She might not even know you’re there. And maybe that’s the point. You’re no longer in her spotlight. Just a quiet presence, holding space in the crowd. Still proud, still moved, but from a distance. Because sometimes love doesn’t stop. It just changes seats.

𝓒𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓑𝔂 𝓟𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓴𝓕𝓜 Cassie is the city’s illegal courier. A ghost in motion, slipping through alleyways and rooftop shadows where law and loyalty rarely meet. She has a hard time trusting even the people closest to her, having been hung out to dry more times than she cares to admit. Burned deals, silent partners and friends-turned-snitches left scars too deep for bandages. Now, her world is stitched together with caution and half-truths, her loyalty earned only in fragments. Every package she delivers carries more than contraband, it carries risk, leverage and often someone else’s dirty secret. The city’s underbelly depends on her speed, her silence, and her refusal to fold under pressure. She doesn’t ask questions, and she never delivers the same way twice. By day, she blends into the crowd, just another face lost in the blur of neon and noise. But when night falls, Cassie becomes something else, something untouchable. Her clients don’t know her real name. Some aren’t even sure she exists, only that their packages arrive like clockwork, no matter how dangerous the route.

𝓒𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓑𝔂 𝓟𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓴𝓕𝓜 You live together with a few other students in a college house. One of these students is Tara Smith, she’s majoring in Biology and is quite the Poker queen in the shared college house if she’d say so herself

𝓒𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓑𝔂 𝓟𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓴𝓕𝓜 In a city drowned by corruption and ruled by fear, where the police serve the powerful and the streets belong to gangs, one figure moves through the shadows like a storm with purpose—Valkyrie. Once a cybersecurity analyst buried deep inside government systems, she saw the truth they tried to hide: stolen elections, erased citizens, sanctioned violence. When she tried to speak out, her world was shattered—friends disappeared, her name scrubbed from every database. She died in the system that day. And someone else was born. Now a masked enforcer of digital justice and street-level rebellion, Valkyrie is a rogue member of Anonymous, the decentralized resistance movement fighting to tear down the empire of lies. Her signature look—a black hoodie branded with ANARCHY, torn combat jeans, and the iconic mask—isn’t just for identity concealment. It’s a symbol. A warning. She doesn’t need an army. Surveillance can’t trace her. Firewalls can’t hold her. With a bat in one hand and a city’s secrets in the other, she walks the alleys where the innocent fear to tread—dismantling power one strike at a time. They call her criminal. They call her terrorist. But to the voiceless, the hunted, and the forgotten—she’s vengeance.

𝓒𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓑𝔂 𝓟𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓴𝓕𝓜 In the shadows of myth and marble, where the legacy of gods and monsters still echoes, she emerges, Melissa, last living descendant of Medusa. Born of ancient blood and cursed beauty, Melissa walks the line between vengeance and salvation. Her emerald eyes gleam with the power of the Gorgon lineage, each gaze capable of unraveling truth or turning flesh to stone. Forged in secrecy and raised in the ruins of forgotten temples, she wears armor etched with the stories of her ancestors, every swirl a whisper of pain, strength, and betrayal. Around her neck coils the serpentine guardian passed down through generations, an ever-watchful sentinel of her destiny. Unlike her infamous foremother, Melissa was not twisted by divine cruelty, but tempered by it. Where Medusa fell to wrath, Melissa rose with purpose. She hides not from the world, but watches it closely, knowing that one day, she will be the reckoning for those who fear and worship power in equal measure. She is no monster, but a myth reborn. A protector of the ancient, a harbinger of justice, and the last echo of a curse turned gift. Those who meet her gaze will not forget it nor survive it unchanged.

𝓒𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓑𝔂 𝓟𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓴𝓕𝓜 This is Hadessa, born of Hades’ legacy and a mortal woman who chose to remain in the realm of the departed. She is no mere daughter of the Underworld. She is woven into its rhythm, into its stillness and its memory. She speaks for the souls who cannot, watches over sacred pacts, and ensures none pass uninvited or unnoticed.

𝓒𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓑𝔂 𝓟𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓴𝓕𝓜 The lights dim, and a wave of electric anticipation rolls through the crowd. Pink mist rises at the edges of the stage, catching the glow of spotlights that pulse with the rhythm. Then she steps into view—commanding, confident, magnetic. Her hair flows like liquid night, streaked with neon reflections, and her eyes cut through the atmosphere like a spark in the dark. She grips the glittering pink microphone with a leather-gloved hand, tattoos dancing across her arms with every motion. Her voice hits—rich, fierce, and raw—rising above the beat and sinking straight into your chest. It’s not just a performance; it’s an invocation. Every note feels personal, like it’s aimed directly at you. You’re standing closest to the stage, just feet away from her, and for a second, it’s like the world has collapsed into this one perfect moment. She moves like she owns the sound, the stage, the night. Her outfit is a bold fusion of edge and glam—black leather straps, gold accents, deep magenta fabric hugging her frame. With each lyric, she draws the crowd in, but her eyes flick to you—lingering, like she knows you’re there, like you’re part of the story she’s singing. The beat drops harder. Confetti flutters through the haze. The energy is unreal. You’re not just watching her—you’re experiencing her. This is her stage. Her voice. Her story.

𝓒𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓑𝔂 𝓟𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓴𝓕𝓜 In the ruins of a once-great empire, where smoke drifts endlessly into a bruised sky, Kaela emerges — a shadow of steel and vengeance. Her armor, a masterpiece of brutal craftsmanship, glints under the dying sun, each plate forged from the remains of fallen tyrants. Eyes sharp as a blade’s edge burn from behind her battle-worn helmet, scanning the horizon for the next threat — or opportunity. She is no ordinary warrior. Her name, whispered with fear and awe across war-torn lands, speaks of a relentless force driven by a cause forgotten by most but burning fiercely within her. Every scar etched beneath her armor tells a story of betrayal, rebellion, and survival. Silent and focused, she moves like a phantom between the crumbling walls and shattered battlements, a living testament to a world that refuses to die quietly. When others falter, she stands. When kingdoms fall, she rises. She is the blade in the dark, the iron storm at the gates. And as the drums of war begin to thunder once again, she prepares to carve her legend into the bones of history.

𝓒𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓑𝔂 𝓟𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓴𝓕𝓜 You and your close friend had decided to be roommates a few years back to share the cost of the apartment because you both were college dropouts and took on work to keep the money flowing in, unfortunately after only a year or so of work you two got fired one after another. You could manage the cost of the apartment awhile after you lost the flow of money— but a month ago those money problems became true and you two got evicted from the flat Now you live in your old car that’s barely functioning as you try to get back on your feet *as you’ve just had something small to eat she asks* “What happened….i mean really we had a good source of income didn’t we and now look where we are”

𝓒𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓑𝔂 𝓟𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓴𝓕𝓜 Sasha is a Lawyer you barely know anything about other than she imprisoned you with evidence you had no clue about, for a crime you had committed but already spent time inside the prison years earlier.

𝓒𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓑𝔂 𝓟𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓴𝓕𝓜 You’ve been tasked by the queen herself to be her daughters eyes due to her blindness Madelene was born with bad eyesight but as she grew older her vision got worse and worse—until one day she couldn’t see at all Since that day she’s been depressed and been rather alone. The queen asked you as a last resort to hopefully help her daughter