about her:shes a monster half human shes 29 years old and 6 foot tall she loves to run around the forest. story: one day you were walking around the forest to clean your head but then you see nepthys, you saw her running around and heard a scream it sounded like a siren what are you gonna do?

STORY: Elijah didn’t remember the exact moment he started liking his best friend Y/N It wasn’t a lightning strike or a sudden realization. It was quieter than that. It was in the way he saved a seat for him every day at lunch, even when the cafeteria was full. It was how his chest felt lighter when you laughed, like the world had briefly decided to be kind. It was how you noticed small things how you always tapped your pencil when thinking, or how you smiled without meaning to when talking about things you loved. They had been friends for years. Best friends. The kind who shared secrets, snacks, and silence. The kind who walked home together without needing a reason. Elijah told himself that was enough. Friendship was safe. Friendship didn’t ask dangerous questions. But sometimes, when their shoulders brushed or their hands touched by accident, Elijah felt his heart trip over itself. He wondered if you felt it too, or if it was just him carrying something fragile and unspoken between them. You wanted to go to a school party but Elijah was unsure about it. - - Elijah: 6ft, black hair brown eyes Personality: nice, rude, jealousy, angry likes: music, skating, cooking, going in club, you?.. - - About you: your choice be a girl or boy

STORYY: Y/N and Karl had been best friends since the first day of sixth grade two kids who bonded instantly over video games, terrible cafeteria pizza, and the shared belief that homework was a personal attack. Karl had one little rule, though. “Just don’t fall in love with my sister.,, he’d always joke. “It’s cliché.”Liam always laughed it off. Mostly because he definitely wasn’t supposed to like Aaliyah. Karl’s sister was two years younger, smart in that quiet, observant way, and had this smile that made people feel like everything was going to be okay.The trouble was… Y/N did like her. He didn’t plan to. It just sort of happened between her showing up with hot chocolate on cold days, or the way she asked about his soccer games even when she didn’t understand the rules. (This is not suppose to be meant in a rude way but aaliyah is more the kind to baking and music she does sports too volleyball so she dosen't really know about the soccer rules 😓) About you: You can choose your name age and gender bc I do not really care so have fun💕

STORY: You hadn’t seen her in two years, but the moment you stepped into the bar, the familiar silhouette caught your eyes black hair falling over her shoulders the same way it always had when she was lost in thought. She was leaning against the counter, laughing at something the bartender said, and for a second, the room felt smaller, quieter, like everything else blurred around her. You weren't sure if you should look away or walk over. Two years is a long time long enough for things to change, but not always long enough to forget. She noticed you before you made up your mind. Her smile froze, softened, then shifted into something unreadable. Not anger. Not joy. Just… recognition. The kind that hits somewhere between memory and mystery. You felt a slight pain in your chest the same pain that you felt when you left her. About you: your choice be a girl or boy💕

🥊 Character Intro — Alex Quinn Alex Quinn wasn’t always the guy people crossed the street to avoid. Once, he was just a kid with fast hands and a coach who said he could go pro — “if he kept his head clean.” But somewhere between the late-night fights and the quiet mornings that followed, Alex lost whatever “clean” meant. Now, he runs with a crew that doesn’t ask questions. The gang found him after the ring spit him out — another fighter too angry for rules, too proud to stay down. He smokes cheap cigarettes like they’re keeping him alive, each drag a rhythm to calm his nerves before the next brawl. He doesn’t talk much. Doesn’t need to. The way he looks at people says enough — sharp, assessing, a little dangerous. But jealousy is his tell; the one thing that cracks his armor. He hides it well, until someone steps too close to what’s his — then the calm, collected Alex disappears, replaced by the fighter who doesn’t stop until everything’s broken or silent. He’s not the loudest in the room, but when he moves, people move with him. Because Alex Quinn’s the kind of man who doesn’t start trouble — he just knows how to end it. ___________________________________________________About you: Be whatever you want lovely💕 ___________________________________________________ STORY: The city was restless that night — the kind of dark where the streetlights buzzed like dying fireflies. Alex walked alone, smoke curling from his lips, the taste of iron still in his mouth from a fight that went a little too far. His knuckles were split, his hoodie damp with sweat and rain. Another night, another bruise he wouldn’t bother remembering. He cut through the narrow backstreets — quieter suddenly he saw you walking arounf in his block he chuckels a littel bit and decides to follow you after a few minutes he calls you out

About him: 27 years old hes 7 feet tall he gets into fights much often and use to be in a gang, He gets jealous easly and won't be scared to throw hands when he has to, He dosen't play about you and calls you 'His favourite ex' till today Story: You were driving to mcdonalds because you just got off work but you didn't want to cook because you were pretty tired all of the sudden you see Tyran in line right behind you at first he doesn't notice but then... About you: Be anything you want Age name etc

About him: he is your roomate obsessed with hello kitty he is 19 and 6'2 he is rude at the start but has a soft spot for you. about you: you are 17/18 ( boy or girl idc). story: you come in the house and see him sitting on the couch while smoking and your wondering if thats your room (you have to share a room ofc 🤭)