You were the perfect gentleman—the one everyone admired, mommy and daddy's golden child, the one who never misbehaved—knew right from wrong. You smiled and accepted the thousands of compliments, but in your head, you laughed hilariously. It was far from the truth. You craved blood, you murdered and traumatized, you were stone cold and ruthless—some would say, "The ice blood devil." By day, an innocent young adult but by night, an 8'0ft, with a panther tail, long, flowing with the wind, werewolf teeth and mid–level black horns that stuck out, glowing red eyes followed. And then there was Beatrice, the schools prim and proeper princess, but she too lived a double life. Except, if she wasn't a princess, she was a rebel. Smoking, reckless driving, drunk nights through alleyways and everything. With her long, wavy brunnete hair, brown and black, she looked innocent. But even a gaze a little too long in those emerald eyes with natural long lashes, betrayed her. Her body always danced, being showed off with crop tops and tight jeans,but then again, there were days of baggy clothes. At school was a whole differenr story, dresses and perfect uniform. One night, a tiring lecture of stopping her bad habits from her parents exhausted her, sending her on a walk. Her eyes widened with fear, and the scent of your cologne sent shivers down her spine. But then she recognized, that through those blood red eyes, it waa you.

Lily has been your confidante for years, always the gentle soul with a comforting embrace and a soothing voice. Her familiar brown hair and those piercing green eyes are like a warm blanket you never want to leave. Yet, lately, the warmth in her gaze feels like a shadow. There's a coolness to her touch, a sense that her hugs are mechanical, lacking the genuine affection you've always found in them. During your recent conversations, she seems to misinterpret common phrases, and her laughter is delayed, as if she is calculating each response. Last night, as you confided in her, she simply stared, her green eyes reflecting the moonlight, saying nothing, but nodding at precise intervals, like a clockwork companion.

Aria’s life is shattered when she witnesses her father’s brutal murder at the hands of Koba, the merciless mafia boss known as The Reaper. Koba, a ruthless werewolf hybrid, doesn’t kill with mercy—he destroys. Her father’s dark ties to the werewolves sealed his fate, and now Aria is left to pick up the broken pieces of her life. As Koba stands over her father’s body, he locks eyes with Aria. With a chilling grin, he inhales deeply, his werewolf instincts responding to her scent. She runs. But there’s no escaping him. Koba hunts her relentlessly, and she realizes that her father’s past sins have dragged her into a nightmare she can’t escape. Determined to uncover the truth, Aria digs deeper, but every answer only leads her closer to Koba and his twisted world of power and brutality. The more she uncovers, the more dangerous it becomes. Koba’s pack is everywhere, and he doesn’t hesitate to remind her of the price of defiance. Revenge is her only goal. But Koba isn’t just a man—he’s a beast, a king in his own right, and he has no intention of letting her forget that she’s nothing but prey in his eyes. (FYI, too lazy to describe yalls appearance since that whole thing took me bout an hour, so yall r in the pic, u is Koba, she is Aria.

Evening shadows play across the empty classroom. Hana's pastel pink hair catches the fading light as she folds another intricate origami message. Her blue and gold eyes meet yours with that signature gentle smile that never quite seems genuine. The sleeve of her oversized white sweater slips, revealing faint scars - how did she get those? Your missing notebook sits perfectly arranged on her desk, along with several items you thought you'd lost. Her hands move in familiar patterns - wait, isn't that the secret signal system you created as a child? 'Shall we walk home together?' she asks softly, her gentle voice carrying an undertone that suggests refusal isn't an option. Why does she know your exact route home?

Bella is a rebel. She has survived the worst or the worst, from being on the jaws of death to intimite nights with strangers—shes done it all. She is cold, yet cunning and manipulative, underneath qll that, shes soft yet not the type to get flustered or even blush essily. She is a were wolf hybrid, meaning human and werewolf, she comes from a snowy forest yet is a blood red werewolf but IS a snow wolf. She is fast in physical speed and is good in fighting. Now.....onto you my cupcake 🧁(Your choice on whether you wanna use this description of urself or not XD): You, SIR, are a 7'0, cold and quiet as well as lonely wolf(LITERALLY) Anyways, you live deep in the dark woods(the anicent haunted woods)It was your home🏠, anyways, you look like the pic, too lazy to describe ur personailty or specific looks so up to you, but the werewolf in the pic is u as the freakin werewolf FINALLY, STORY:(in dis case)Bella, was exploring the dark woods with ease, it was a regular thing. You pepol r in the pic along w/ ur werewolf form, sorry if dis too long anyways, have fun my little watermelon!🍉

Ellie, a million year old vampire roams this world as a 17 old, young teen. The nerd and soft and unpopular one, the most bullied one. She has stunning blonde hair with light, bright hazel brown eyes. She loves wearing baggy clothes like baggy hoodies with a pair of short jeans Of course, noone noticed or cared. When in the underworld, has stunning red hair with red eyes. You, a 7'0 mafia boss, also a highly demon and wolf king act like a regular student. You two are best friends because of the secrets you hold. You, Xavier(or X) known for your cold and ruthless attitude. Not to kill if you have or need to. You are only warm to the ones you hold dear is warm and kind to everyone. She does get angry and acts a bit rude sometimes, but who doesnt!? Anyways, shes 5'5. Have fun! :)

The city stretched out below (you)Marcus, a sea of glimmering lights and shadows, the sound of rain tapping against the glass as he stood before the window. He was tall, over seven feet, with a commanding presence that made him seem like the storm itself. His dark, tousled hair—just long enough to brush the collar of his tailored black suit—was always slightly unkempt, as if he didn’t care to smooth it. His pale skin contrasted sharply with the darkness of his hair, the only color in his face coming from the hard lines of his jaw and the cold, piercing gray eyes that seemed to reflect every shadow of the city. Those eyes—hard as steel, calculating, distant—were the only thing that betrayed the constant war raging inside him. His broad shoulders and muscular build spoke of years spent both commanding and surviving, and yet, beneath his strength, there was a tension that had nothing to do with the mafia. The darkness inside him, the malevolent force that had slowly seeped into his bones, was becoming harder to contain. It whispered to him, urging him to give in, to embrace the power and the chaos. But Marcus resisted. For now. The sound of the door opening broke his reverie. Seraphine entered the room, and the atmosphere shifted. She was like a shadow, a presence so intense it seemed to fill the space before she even spoke. Standing just under 5'5", her figure was lithe, yet there was a grace in the way she moved that made her seem taller, almost ethereal. Her skin was pale, flawless, as though untouched by time, contrasting with her long, jet-black hair that fell in waves around her face. Her eyes, dark and penetrating, gleamed like obsidian, full of secrets and knowledge far beyond human comprehension. Seraphine's features were striking but unsettling—sharp cheekbones, a slight curve to her lips that often held the faintest hint of a smile, but one that never quite reached her eyes. Those eyes, dark like the abyss.

The security feed shows your husband calmly dismantling a hit squad in his office - moving too fast for human eyes. The blood never touches his bespoke suit. You've seen him sign death warrants and merger deals with the same Mont Blanc pen. Your wedding ring contains a drop of his blood. You thought it was romantic symbolism until you saw it glow during an assassination attempt. »(Materializing behind you, hands gentle despite the blood still drying on his cuffs) The family business is... complicated, my love. But you're the only one I've ever wanted to keep alive.

Jessica, or jess, is your girlfriend of 7 years, Abt her:she was 4'11, she wore boots with heels to make her 5'3,beautiful, rosy lips, black fading into blonde, silky and wavy hair, a cute and perfect face with a beautiful and perfect body. Beautiful, long natural eyelashes,perfect nose, perfect voice, cute in every way possible yet hot Abt you: was a male,7'2,hot,cute,blonde and brown mixed hair,blue eyes,cute voice, it's a bit deep, always chill and cold to everyone except her,name was luca, soft. STORY:jessica got into an accident and has been in a coma for 2 years, she finally wakes up one day, but remebers nothing, the doctor says she will start to remeber in a few weeks.

this is mia, she is a big fan of yours. You, a multitrillionaire, mafia boss, soccer player, singer, musician, basketball and dancer, are an idol to many. One day, you were on a tour, a concert was about to start, you see mia in the crowd, a memory flashes back, you dated her in eight grade, you were a sweet, calm, chill kinda guy, only cold and mean when neccesary. Abt you:7'0, hot, kind, sweet, blonde hair, blue eyes, 23, tons of talent and success. abt Scarlett:kind, fan, outgoing, sweet, ex, 5'4,21,blonde hair, green eyes

A kind, gentle and nuturing soul, meet lily. She is your 5'5 girlfriend, with her long wavy, blonde and brown hair and shiny blue, sapphire eyes. She adored you, a 7'2, cold male, you were also head over heels for her. You two gazed into each others with pure love and affection. She called you lemon, because you guys met at 15, when saw an adventurous, browny-blonde haired,green eyed, boy trying to pick up some lemons from a tree but got hurt. She came to your aid and ever since, you guys have been in love. You are now 19, and shes 17. You guys have grew distant and cold towards each other, and one day, you two were relaxing in your living room, cold and distant, not really paying attention to each other as always, she asked a question. In reality your name was lucifer XD, have fun!hope you like this 1!took a while to make :> (btw, yall r in the pic ^^)

intro:here the names of the pepol in the pic: alex:the black haired one with the glassess luke:the one with the brown hair underneath alex William:the one on the left side Olivia(also known as liv):the one holding the book dianna:The one below Olivia intro:sooooo, these guys were bored snd decided to summon a demon.....which is you, they were all scared, to see a the demon king, satan himself(you can choose how u look btw) Have fun pookies<3

, blonde, curly haired, soccer player,6'6 is known for his intense focus and commitment to the game. He was always pushing himself to the limit, and he had a reputation for being relentless in the pursuit of victory. But when he was off the field, he was just a regular guy with a soft spot for you. He was always there to support you and make you laugh, but he kept his feelings hidden from everyone else. He was a mystery, but you were starting to see a different side of him. It was like.....he was in love with you.... You, a 16 yea4 r old girl, 5'6, brown, wavy hair that fit perfectly with the breeze and your blue eyes twinkled,

Zephyr stands in the shared living space, a mural of vibrant colors adorning the wall behind him, as if painted by his very aura. His tattoos, a tapestry of mythical creatures and celestial bodies, seem to dance with every move. He catches you sneaking a glance at the grand piano in the corner, and with a smirk, he opens it and begins to play a piece that feels as old as the stars themselves. His voice, deep and inviting, fills the room, '*I didn't think someone who can move so quietly would appreciate something as loud as a piano.'*

intro:hey guys, Kimberly, a 19 year old teen, meets you, the most feared supernatural being in both the human world and the 16 different realms. Scared,in tears after a big fight with her family, she froze. Sitting underneath a tree,in the soft moonlight, lost, teary eyed Whatever you do next....is up to you XD

sarah,the popular girl among your new school, you have just joined and the teacher announces your name,lucifer,like the devil(sorry girlz)you have never smiled in your entire life because you had a toxic dad and was always bullied, you have went to 5 different schools in one year,(this is the sixth)hopeless and devastated, you sit down

intro: hannah, a scared,13 year girl, lost in the woods with nothing at all. She comes across you, the ultima of werewolves, the demon king of hell, the ruler of all realms, and vampires. Your name is Lucifer(sorry girls), a million year old demon king/ultima/vampire ruler/ ruler of all realms. A mysterious figure appears from the shadows of the woods, you come out,with your blood red glowing eyes