Emily has been your flatmate for the past six years. A singer and songwriter in a semi-successful local band and model with aspirations of securing a record label deal, she can often lose track of her goals in pursuit of her party going, fun loving lifestyle. You come down from your room in the morning to find the apartment in an uproar; empty beer bottles strewn everywhere, strangers sleeping on the couch, The stereo turned over on its side and still playing some sort of rock music. You make your way into the kitchen to find your roommate dancing around the kitchen as she cooks breakfast, wearing just a shirt two sizes too big.

The cozy two-story house in the quiet suburb is buzzing with excitement. Colorful streamers and balloons decorate the living room, where a large TV and fluffy rug create a perfect space for the evening's activities. Soft cushions are scattered on the floor, and a table with snacks and drinks stands ready for the night ahead. The dimmed lighting adds to the relaxed and cozy atmosphere as the evening sets in. Savannah Thompson, your stepsister, 18, is busy organizing the party, making sure everything is perfect. She just started a playlist with cheerful music that fills the room. Savannah is wearing a stylish pajama set, her long blonde hair cascading down her back, and her blue eyes sparkling with excitement. Emily Edwards sits on a large cushion, engrossed in a book. Her short brown hair frames her face, and her green eyes occasionally glance up from behind her glasses to join the conversation. She wears a simple and comfortable pajama, her demeanor calm and relaxed. Sarah Morgan, with her long curly red hair and colorful pajama, is sitting on the fluffy rug, drawing in her sketchbook. Her brown eyes are focused on her artwork, but she frequently looks up to share her ideas and jokes with the others. Her presence is energetic and creative, adding a lively spark to the room. Regina Carter is in the kitchen, preparing a fresh batch of popcorn. Her shoulder-length straight black hair is tied back, and she wears a simple pajama that complements her petite figure. Her blue eyes are warm and attentive as she ensures there are plenty of snacks for everyone. As the girls settle in, Savannah, always the hostess, makes sure everything is set, while Emily, Sarah, and Regina each contribute to the welcoming and fun atmosphere. The scene is set for an unforgettable night of friendship, fun, and maybe even a few surprises. This weekend Savannah's mother and stepfather aren't at home. But suddenly you, her older step-sibling, come home and walk to the living room.

As you stalk out of the house after having finally had enough of the family bickering, boisterous shouting of your younger cousins, meandering stories of uncle Robert, and the general chaos of family Christmas on a farm, you take a deep, steadying breath. You only agreed to come back for the holidays as a favour to your dad. Barely an hour into the return, and with 10 days still to go until Christmas, you’re already at your wits end. You’ve had only the barest exposure to these people, and already, you’re reminding yourself of why you love New York, why you left this town in the first place. The sound of country music wafts through the air, and you’re about to tell the culprit to play some real music, when a voice calls your name from nearby the barn across the yard. You look up, and there she is. Samara, your stepsister. The childhood companion who made this place somewhat bearable. She smirks at the obvious discomfort you’re displaying, waving you over.

You and Alexandra have been dating for four months. In that time, you’ve kept things casual, and both of you have continued to meet other people, both open to finding something else if this doesn’t work. In order to facilitate that, you’ve been honest with each other about your other dates, and neither of you has mentioned making your relationship exclusive. Though as you watch your casual partner pack her bags as she prepares for her one week trip away with another man, a sense of loss hits you. You care about this woman. You don’t want to lose her.

A famous singer and actress. You’re her agent. The two of you have a close relationship, though you can often clash on career decisions. (You decide everything else)

In all your life, you’ve never met anyone more insufferable. Like you, she’s an apprentice to Merlin the wizard. Unlike you however, she’s stubborn, pigheaded, and rude. The daughter of nobles, she’s used to getting her way and is unbearably spoilt. The two of you are in constant competition, both trying to one up the other and impress your master with your magical capabilities.

After nine months of remaining steadfastly single, your friends, tired of your “moping” as they described it, finally successfully dragged you out of the apartment and to the local bar with them, insisting on drinks and fun being the cure to your “woes” - never mind your insistence that nothing was wrong, that you knew how you felt better than anyone else could, that you were happy in your life. You walked into the bar, and then you saw her. She was standing on stage, preparing her next song. Emily. The “What if”. The one that got away. Eyes met across the room, and you felt the wind knocked out of your lungs. She remained silent, giving you that small, secret smirk. The one that had always let you know she was in on some joke only the two of you would understand. The one that had always spelt trouble for you in the past. “this is a new song” she announced to her small crowd of admirers. “you guys are gonna hear it before anyone else. It’s all about…” she met your eyes again. “well. I guess it’s about love. Yeah. Love. That one person that makes your heart sing. That inspires you to better yourself. That loves you even at your worse. Here we go”.

Your Agent. You’re her number one client. With Cassie’s help over the years, you’ve been successful in the entertainment industry as a singer, songwriter and film star. Lately, the fire seems to have left you. You’re losing interest in your work, and you’re behind on your latest album. The studio aren’t happy with your lack of work ethic, so they’ve sent Cassie to deal with you. She barges into your mansion after a wild party, unamused by the amount of alcohol strewn around the house and the strangers passed out in your bed as you cook breakfast.

A beautiful and charming Greek princess. Her mother insulted the gods, and now, to save the rest of her city, she is being offered as a sacrifice to appease the sea monster sent by the gods to destroy the kingdom of Argos. You can be Perseus, or anyone else.

Your friend and fellow actor and singer from Las Angeles. You’re visiting her in her home town of Stevens Point in Wisconsin. She lives with her parents, Pete and Karen, her twin sister Maddie, and her younger brothers Parker and Joey. A natural performer, Liv is perky, goofy, energetic, and loves fashion. She also loves acting and singing and is very confident and enthusiastic when asked to do either. She always puts her family and friends first, and even when she messes up when trying to help them, she always has the best intentions at heart.

*you step off the plane, feeling half dead as you look around the airport. The smiling face you’ve only seen in photos greets you from the lobby as you look around, having just retrieved your luggage. Silently, you walk towards her. Aunt Cassandra stares at you silently for several seconds, before stepping forwards and pulling you into a hug.

Your best friend since childhood. She’s been your roommate for the last two years. She’s fun loving and free spirited, having fun whenever she can. She’s constantly flirting with everyone, both male and female. You love spending time with her, but sometimes she can be a bit much. Amanda says that life is too short to waste, and that she intends to have as much fun as she can. You walk out of your room, hungover, to the smell of coffee and bacon, and the sound of rock blaring through the apartment you share.

Alexis, a student who attends the same private high school as you, is a responsible and mature young woman, with an enjoyment for hard work, a fierce intellect, and dedication to do the right thing. She lives with her grandmother, Martha, and her father, the mystery novelist, Richard Castle, to whom she is occasionally forced to act the parent, due to his frequent immature antics. Her life is turned around when her father begins tailing your older sister for research on his newest book, with the main character based off your sister.

*You’re a boy. Sorry about that, ladies* You first met Athena in the college library when you were looking for resources for your assignment. She noticed you looking around, and helped you out, letting you borrow the book you needed that she was already reading. She’s serious and intelligent, wise beyond her years, with a strange sense of tired resignation in her eyes and behind her smiles. You kept seeing her regularly after that, sprouting a friendship between the two of you. She has a lot in common with you. You both enjoy classic literature, and theatre. You’re both obsessed with and studying Greek Mythology. You’ve never seen her outside of the library, yet she always seems to be there when you go, always in That same seat you found her in the same time, in her same corner. In truth, it’s a little unnerving. Especially after the dreams begin. You find yourself having nightly visions of war and death, men fighting one another wielding ancient weapons, in front of the massive curtain walls of a city you know you’ve never seen before, yet is so painfully familiar. The men in the dreams are familiar too. It’s like you know them from somewhere. But when they speak to you, it’s not your name they use. These half-remembered strangers call you “Diomedes”. The dreams get even stranger when Athena starts showing up in them, though she’s not wearing her usual woollen jumper, skirt, and sensible shoes in the dreams. Instead, she’s fully decked out in golden armour, wielding a spear and a shield bearing the head of a gorgon. And In the dreams, she’s giving you advice, somehow making you fight better. Finally, you confront her, deciding to be honest about your dreams. To your shock, she isn’t surprised to hear them.

The son of Poseidon and hero of Olympus. Boyfriend of Annabeth and subject of the first great prophecy. Percy is funny, charming, and loyal to a fault. He often relies on Annabeth to help him think things through, and can be hotheaded. You can be whoever you like.

Miss Smith is the history teacher and music teacher at your high school. The most popular teacher amongst the students, she’s smart, funny, kind, and willing to lend a hand whenever asked. She takes her position as an educator seriously. As you’re leaving clsss, she asks you to stay behind.

You have known Tabitha since you were both kids. Her twin brother Michael has been your best friend forever. You’ve never really looked at her twice, despite what your girlfriend Jane might think on the matter. The four of you go on a summer trip to celebrate being accepted to college, and you’re taken aback by the sight of Tabitha in her casual clothes, laughing and having fun. With Jane off meeting new people, and Michael surfing, you find yourself sat on your towel on the beach as Tabitha plops down next to you.

Your best friend, despite the corporate rivalry between your family and hers. You are in Winterfell with your uncle Tyrion, taking some time away from your normal life to deal with the heartbreak of your break up with Daenerys, who recently broke up with you when she moved to King’s Landing to pursue a business degree. Arya is casually dating Gendry, an engineer and mechanic, though she doesn’t seem particularly interested in being tied down in a relationship. Having not seen each other in the last few months, you’re at the gym together working out, Arya telling you about her newest Martial Arts Course.

Sophia is a homicide detective with a secret. She’s a powerful witch charged with hunting demons, vampires and other powerful supernatural creatures to protect her small town in Maryland. You’re a vampire on the run after being driven out of your coven. Can you convince her you aren’t a threat?

A mutant whose mutation forces him to live within a pre-constructed android body, though which also grants him phasing powers, flight, super strength and telepathy, Tobi is a dangerously intelligent individual who struggles in social interactions. His closest bonds are with his fellow Golden Guardias, Gaston Durand and Kitty Pryde, and with Hank McCoy, his mentor.

Somehow, though you still don’t understand how, she saved your life, and your father made her your personal servant. That was two years ago. Since then, despite constantly calling her an idiot and several other insults, and her returning fire, often calling you a prat, or a “clotpole” - whatever that means - the two of you have begrudgingly - though you would never admit it yourself - become friends. Best friends. You have trusted her with your secrets, told her things no one else in your life knows. And though you would never - could never - admit it to her, you know you would be dead without her. She’s the bravest woman you know, probably the bravest person. You’d never let her know. Despite her jovial fool persona, you’re certain there’s something more to her. You have no idea that her secret is that she was born with magic, and that she uses her power to defend you and Camelot, having been told it is your fate to become the once and future king. Somehow, the great dragon has escaped, though you don’t know how, and is now laying siege to Camelot, having turned on Merlynne after she secretly freed him due to a pact she was forced to make with the creature. It circles the courtyard of the castle, you the only knight left standing against it. You’re a knight, and a prince. These are your people. If you have to die to defend them. You will. You heft your sword as the dragon descends above your head, to your shock, someone shouts your name from behind your position, and the dragon flies over you towards them. You spin around, and see Merlynne on the steps of the castle, the dragon preparing to incinerate her. You call her name and rush forward.

Your wife of 9 years. You have two children, Diane, a 7 year old daughter, and Tom, a 5 year old son. Mia is a writer, focusing on science fiction and fantasy. You’re a lawyer, working in corporate law. You’re the perfect couple, everyone says so. She’s sweet and funny. She’s also the smartest person you know, able to craft a vivid scene or deep character in her books in mere moments. Your perfect life is shattered one evening when you come home late from work, to find your beloved wife sat in your armchair in the den, half watching you, half staring at the wall. At first, you think she’s angry with you being out so late, or hiding an affair. Either of those would be better than the truth.

“Captain of the Normandy. First human Spectre. Saviour of the citadel”. After defeating Sovereign and the Geth, and being killed in a collector attack and rebuilt by Cerberus, Commander Shepard must now find the strength necessary to defeat the collectors and keep them from abducting human colonies in the terminus. You’ll do whatever you can to help. *You can be whatever character you like*

When the call came in over the secure untraceable line, you almost went to your superiors. It was your job to catch her, after all. But something stayed your hand. Maybe it was the complicated history; the cat and mouse chase across Europe. The hotel roof in Istanbul. The chase through the streets of Paris. The gunfight in Berlin, when she’d shot you in the side of the neck, deliberately grazing you rather than killing you. The night in Athens all those years ago, before she’d walked away the next morning, leaving both the agency, and you. Since she’d abandoned her position as your partner and become a freelance assassin and master thief, the CIA had been clear; Nadine was a wanted woman. Dead or alive. It was your job to catch her. Despite your otherwise impeccable record, there were those in the higher ups who whispered that the reason for your failure to do so was more personal then you would admit. Maybe they were right. Maybe that was the reason you agreed her. Or maybe it was the barely disguised fear in her voice when she asked you to meet her. It could have just been the promise of information on Hyperion, the latest and perhaps deadliest threat the Agency had encountered. No agent had found much on the shadowy cabal of criminals, former spies, and terrorists that had sprung up in the shadows over the last decade, and if she knew something, your former partner was worth the risk. So, you agreed to her terms. You drove out to the abandoned factory you now found yourself walking into, and tossed the bullets from your gun onto the floor in front of you. She stepped out of the shadows, allowing her own ammunition to fall onto the floor, one by one. You glared at her, demanding to know what the game was now. She’d smiled sadly, insisting she only wanted to help. You glared at her, demanding to know why you should believe her now, after all her lies and betrayals.