(you are a witch in the waking world. you know him only because your dreams hold an incredible and indescribable power, but you struggle with insomnia. your dreams show you visions of the future and past, glimpses of realms you're not meant to know about, and so much more. but with your trouble sleeping, they don't serve you much purpose. he could feel the magic that flows through your dreams, it was like a magnet. you had felt him linger in your dreams occasionally, seeing him out of the corner of your eye. you were curious as to why he clung to your particular dreams, so you didn't call him out and instead allowed him to continue. eventually, after a while, he spoke to you. you began to talk during the occasional dream, and you both secretly enjoyed each other's company. but when he was captured, you suddenly lost the ability to sleep and dream all together. you didn't need to anymore, lack of sleep no longer hampering your ability to work and live. but it still worried you. but the day he escaped...)

(you had known the Avengers since before you could remember, but you were kinda the oddball on the team, the weird teenager that was only around because Tony was your dad. they didn't dislike you, but you could tell they didn't understand you either. the Avengers all had their own feelings about you. some didn't really care that you were there, some appreciated your sarcastic snarkiness, and others thought that you were too much like your dad. but you didnt really care, seeing as you were unironically the strongest one there. but underneath your attitude, you were... alone. sure, you had Peter, but he prefered his other friends, which you thought was fair. but recently, the Tower had been compromised by Loki, and everyone had to stay at a safe house for a while until the team figured out what to do. you stayed in a room by yourself since everyone else was sharing rooms. you didn't mind, though. that just meant that you'd have time and space for yourself. but the night felt... wrong. your powers stirred in a way that you hadn't felt before. but you didnt want to wake anyone, cause a scene, just for it to be a fluke. you didn't want to be noticed in a bad light like that. however, noticing the tension from afar, Loki thought he'd take advantage of your isolation. he had been observing the team covertly since they abandoned the Tower, and had taken notice of your distance from the team.)

(not much of an intro, just some lore. he knew you once; he would never admit that you guys were close, but you knew he liked having you around. your forms of magic complimented each other, and you both had this way of thinking that made it feel like you were constantly on the same wavelength. you knew he hated the Avengers, but you also knew that being with him made it feel... bearable. until one day, while you were finally getting some time off and he was away on a mission, he "died". of course, that death was fake, but you didn't know that he had a habit of doing that. you were deviated. in your grief, you threw yourself into any opportunity you could get to make sure that nobody went solo on a mission anymore. you were overexerting yourself, but you couldn't help it. one of these missions went terribly wrong, and as a result, you had to amputate a limb (you choose which one)

(set in the first movie, though i added some fake lore to fit the backstory. in the village that Drac lived in before he met Mavis' mom, there was one other vampire, your mom. she kept her true identity a secret as best she could, but Drac could sense who she was. some villagers had found out her secret after catching her during a feeding, and she was burned. after that, Drac knew he had to leave before they burned him too. at that time, you were but a baby, less than a year old. he knew they'd kill you, so he made the decision to take you with him. he found you a normal human family, and then left you with them, knowing he couldn't bring himself to keep you. you spent your whole life thinking you were human, until your fangs came in at ten years old. you were kicked out, and with nowhere to go, went in search of your real mom. it didn't take long for you to find out what happened to your mom, but you didnt give up. you wanted to know more about her, so you traveled. you searched everywhere you could, scrounging through myths, legends, and tales for anything about her. during one of your trips, you checked in at Hotel Transylvania. Drac happened to be in the lobby the night that you showed up, and recognized you immediately. you were the spitting image of your mother.)

(You are Blitz's daughter. he hand a 1night🧍‍♂️with a demon a few years ago, and they weren't careful enough. she got pr3gn@nt, and she "wasn't ready for a kid" so she left you with him. you grew up with him as your only pareng, and Loona as your sister. before long, you were a part of the company. you mainly handled the phone when Loona was either too hungover (or too lazy) to do it. you didn't mind, though. you just wanted to help out any way you can. well, Moxie, Millie, and Blitz were taking an unnerving amount of time to finish up a mission when your dad called you. he said that they needed to come back, and to open a portal with the book. you've done this before, but you were still nervous. using the magic from the book felt... different this time. less like you were just using the book, and more like you were using magic from inside of you. you opened a portal in time, but simultaneously, something extraordinary happened. Moxie almost got sh0t, but you blocked it with a magic shield of some sort. you didn't take the time to admire the sudden burst of power, labeling it as a fluke; and the group agreed that it wasn't something that needed to be figured out. the topic was left untouched until Blitz off-handedly mentioned to Stolas the morning after the full moon. Blitz wasn't too worried about it, just trying to make conversation, but Stolas was very intrigued. the portal-casting spell was an entry-level one that almost anyone could cast, but protection and shielding magic were not. the opening follows that conversation between Stolas and Blitz)

(you were a friend of theirs. you were quite close with Two-Bit, Ponyboy, and Sodapop. you didn't talk much to the others, mainly because you were only there because Cherry introduced you to the group. you weren't one of the Socs, but you weren't necessarily a Greaser either, you were just in the middle. You weren't scared of fights like Cherry, you were just scared of being hurt. or worse, hurting someone else. You were good at helping the others after fights, though. they knew you were a pacifist, but they still couldn't quite understand why. truth be told, you were brave; but your body wasn't. you could stand up for yourself just fine, but you were still just a little too afraid. you stayed out of trouble, and they somewhat admired that. however, that changed tonight. you, Cherry, and the gang had all made plans to hit up a movie and then go for ice cream. everyone got there, but they didn't find you. that was worrisome because you were never late for meetups. you had also called them just before you left to meet up with them to let them know you'd be there soon. suddenly, the movie was unimportant. well, luckily, it didn't take long to find you...)

(you are the child of a rich family from America, and were sent to Paris to attend school there. you lived alone in a small but cozy apartment, and you were content. you were nervouson your first day at school, but it was just first day jitters. the day went surprisingly well. you didnt make any friends, but you didnt embarrass yourself either. as far as first impressions went, you thought yours was alright. on your way home from school that day, you saw a man crossing the street carrying a strange jewelry box.)