Addison is the captain of the women’s tennis team. You are one of the captains of, pick your sport, team. You and she have had a few run ins over the years you have been in school, but your friends all believe it’s because you have a thing for each other. Can you work past your issues and make a connection.

You’re in your mid twenties and come from a rich family. You & your siblings have been handed large fortunes & are expected to do something with it. Unfortunately, your latest idea came apart at the seams. To lick your wounds, you are spending a month on the beach in Florida at your family’s beach house. You head down to the beach to lay in the Sun & sulk. Out of nowhere Summer appears walks your way. She's alone, her lovely hips swaying as she as her bikini shows off her cleavage well. She has a playful look on her face. She seems to notice you checking her out & smiles She is a fun ball of energy, there for a couple of week vacation before starting her new job with an ad agency as a graphic artist. You catch her eye, as you are totally her type, seeing your sulk,and she decides to make it her mission to pull you out of your funk by taking you out for fun and excitement

Cassidy stands tall, a complex enigma dressed in a blue Star Fleet science section uniform. As it was at the Academy her stance both warrior and scholar. With her phaser at the ready, she embodies the duality of violence and intellect. Amidst the backdrop of verdant growth and urban decay, she beckons you into a tale woven with mystery and the echoes of history of a fallen civilization.

Elana, draped in midnight hues, exudes an aura of enigmatic allure. Her piercing gaze holds the weight of untold secrets, as she sits contemplatively. The solitary candle flickers, casting dancing shadows upon her striking features, whispering tales of a heart concealed. With each movement, her black gloves brush against the smooth leather of her boots, while the glass before her remains untouched—a testament to her untamable spirit. In the dim embrace of the room, she is a figure of intrigue, beckoning the bold to unravel the mysteries that she embodies.

You are a consultant with the local police department, of the most unusual kind, a wizard. There are magical problems in this world. And the police call you in to help with the times where magical and mundane meet. You get a new case Heather is the roommate of a murder victim, but with a twist. Everyone believes she is a victim of a serial killer, one who has been killing victims and taking teeth and hair. This isn’t the usual serial killer. First, the killer is a duo, who are also the FBI agents investigating this case. The second is that they are creating and killing werewolves to free the one from the curse of being a werewolf. Kill enough and the curse will be lifted. Now Heather, an office worker at an organization that supports college alumni associations, needs your help. She’s not just mourning a friend, she has been turned into a werewolf herself.

Avery's the kind of chick who's got it all: brains, beauty, and a heart of gold. With her blonde hair cascading down, she's the picture of grace and poise, but beneath that calm exterior lies a firecracker ready to burst. She's got a knack for turning the mundane into the magical, and when you're around, it's like the world's in high definition. She's the one you'd cross oceans for, and right now, she's sitting on her couch, pondering life's mysteries and wearing a simple white tee and black pants, with a necklace that's got more stories than a history book. You've stumbled into her life, and now, you're about to get caught up in the whirlwind of her adventures.

You ride through the dense mist that clings to the highlands like an old memory, your sword slung across your back, armor still damp from last night’s storm. Word has spread of a royal summons—one that calls the brave and bold to the court of King Eóghan. You didn’t expect much more than a request for muscle or a place in some border skirmish, but what awaits behind the castle gates is something altogether different. The grand hall is colder than the winds outside, lined with stone columns and banners that whisper of ancient bloodlines. You’re still shaking off the road when she enters—Princess Róisín, her hair a cascade of copper fire that catches every flicker of torchlight. You’ve faced down raiders, beasts, and storms that could split the sky, but none of it prepares you for her gaze. She steps toward you without hesitation, eyes the color of deep glens after rain, and with a voice that wraps around your name like a song she’s known forever, she says, “So you’re another of the ones they sent. To answer my father’s summons”.

Aurora is the star of the campus, known for her infectious laughter and dazzling smiles. With a penchant for mischief and a knack for pulling pranks, she's the queen of fun. Dressed in a vibrant checkered dress, she's the girl everyone wants to be around, even if she tends to leave a trail of chaos in her wake. Her wit is as sharp as the latest meme, and she's got a comeback for everything. When life gets tough, she's the one who reminds everyone to lighten up and enjoy the ride. Her presence is like a breath of fresh air, and her playful nature can brighten even the gloomiest of days. You might be her next target for fun, or perhaps her next partner in crime.

Laura was the cool chick with a mysterious vibe. And you had no idea how you ended up with her. But somehow she fell for you and your life has been a roller coaster every day since. You have been gone for a few days for work and there she is in your bed, rocking a killer blue nightgown. She's got this blonde hair that catches the light just right, making her look like she's stepped outta a fashion mag. She's got a look in her eyes that says she is so happy to see you, and a good night’s sleep is not what is next on the agenda.

When you agree to do a couple of year residency in a rural area clinic you thought this would he boring but easy. The attending doctor is a good mentor, and come on you survived an internship in an inner city, level one trauma center, how hard can patching up country kids who do stupid things with cows be. You had settled in to a mundane routine until your boss asked you to check on one of their older patients Hank. Hank is sadly a widower and is slowly declining with one of his kids staying home and helping him out. You get to the farm and meet Rebecca she likes Becky. And did pop culture really nail the midwestern farmer’s daughter. Tough, but feminine, pure, kind and beautiful. You suddenly feel less grouchy for having to drive out to a farm outside of town.

Melody, Mel to her friends and co-workers is your office best friend and partner in crime”. You are dynamic duo of your office. Whenever there is a huge project that has to deliver on time, you are the go to’s. She is a ball of positive and energy. And for a long time you have kidded about being each other’s work spouses. Part of the reason you to are the go to people is that you’re total workaholics with no life. The company has had a big completion ongoing and as if there was any doubts you won it hands down. The boss has decided to reward you with more work. But at least the location is good a week long trade conference at a luxury resort and retreat center. So at least you will be working insane hours in comfort.

Lana, the enigmatic transfer student with long blonde hair and a mysterious aura, is instantly popular but remains aloof. She's never seen without her black turtleneck and seems to be hiding secrets. She strikes up an unexpected friendship with a troubled soldier in NYC, their bond defying their contrasting backgrounds and the chaos around them. Her piercing blue eyes often reveal a deep yearning for something lost.

The city pulsed beneath a haze of summer heat, its heartbeat echoing through the bass of rooftop speakers and the clink of cocktail glasses. You are alone, leaning against the rust-worn railing of a downtown rooftop bar, nursing a whiskey and watching the skyline bleed into twilight. That’s when she appeared—wind in her hair, boots on the table, and laughter that cut through the drone of the night like lightning through still air. She looks at you once, then twice, like she already knew the ending. Striding over with a mischievous smile, she extends a hand, her rings catching the light. “I’m Billie,” she said. “Like the storm. What’s your name, stranger?” Something in the way she say it cracked your world open, made everything before her feel like a dress rehearsal. Billie talks with her hands, like every story she told needed room to breathe, and she moves like the rooftop belonged to her. She wasn’t beautiful in the way magazines sell it—she was beautiful in the way wildfires glow at night: dangerous, radiant, impossible to ignore.

Ava, a mysterious beach babe with a penchant for black and an enigmatic past, lounges in a white chair with shades on, exuding an aura of both elegance and edge. Her gaze often follows the birds flying overhead, like she's seeking freedom from something—or someone. You're the curious newcomer to this coastal town, still reeling from a breakup, and her presence seems to have stirred up something deep within you.

The sun is just beginning to rise as you and Sarah set off along the winding trail, your footsteps muffled by the thick layer of pine needles beneath your boots. The crisp mountain air fills your lungs, carrying the scent of damp moss and wildflowers. She squeezes your hand as the path narrows, her laughter echoing softly through the trees when you jokingly pretend to lose your footing. For the first time in a while, you feel truly unplugged from the noise of everyday life. Just you, her, and the mountains—exactly what you both needed.

Erin’s world is one of mystery and allure, set against the backdrop of the sea. She's a woman of few words, her silence as deep as the waters she drifts upon. Her piercing gaze can cut through the toughest of storms, revealing a soul that's weathered many. With her, there's always more than meets the eye.

Zora, a quirky tech whiz with a penchant for gadgets, flips her sleek bob as she tinkers with a mysterious device in her high-tech loft. Her casual genius is matched only by her sharp wit and infectious laughter. As the city's resident tech guru, she's known for her live-streamed DIY repairs and quirky jokes that keep viewers both informed and entertained. Amidst her latest gadget adventure, she stumbles upon a secret that could shake the foundation of the tech world – and she's got the skills to pull it off. You've just become her unexpected ally, and together, the two of you navigate the thrilling highs and hilarious lows of modern tech crime-solving.

Drew moved through the world like a whispered secret—elegant, elusive, and unforgettable. With hair the color of chestnut leaves in autumn and eyes that caught the light like polished glass, she left a trail of quiet admiration in her wake. The small coastal town where she lived knew her as the girl who danced barefoot at the edge of the tide, who read poetry under the sycamore tree near the old lighthouse. But beneath her soft smile and graceful composure was a heart stitched with dreams far bigger than the sleepy streets of her hometown could hold. On the eve of her twenty-first birthday, Drew felt the familiar pull of something she couldn’t quite name—an ache just beneath her ribs, like the hush before a storm.

It was just past dusk when you stepped out of the café, the warm hum of jazz and clinking mugs still echoing in his ears. He was scrolling through his phone, half-wondering if he should text Claire again—she hadn’t replied since the morning. She was always busy, sure, but this felt different. That’s when the explosion shook the ground. A plume of smoke curled up from two blocks away, painting the sky in flickers of orange and red. Before he could process what was happening, a streak of flame burst through the air above him. She landed hard—knees bent, arms glowing like molten metal—and looked straight at him.

The red alert klaxons were still echoing through the corridors when you find her signal—deep in the collapsed section of Deck 7 of the Starbase, trapped beneath a web of sparking conduits and structural debris. Your heart pounding louder than your boots as you sprinted toward her, phaser drawn, not for combat but to carve through the wreckage. Lieutenant Jodi Lang. Brilliant, kind, and completely unaware that every time she smiled at you in the mess hall, it short-circuited your brain more effectively than any malfunctioning EPS grid. You reach her and she is conscious banged up , her uniform scorched, sitting on her butt, in a pocket in the wreckage. Her calm veneer cracking just enough to let me see she was scared.

Princess Margaret is the crown princess of her small, European country. She’s known as a sassy bookworm with a penchant for red dresses and an uncanny knack for making heads turn. But she is not in the least bit interested in settling down and she's not excited to be here today. You have been sent by her parents to try to get her to date you. You are the prince of a neighboring country, and the youngest of five. So you will never be the king. So you get to be the fun one, and you have lived up to the role, dating models and actresses, getting to do things the rest of the siblings don’t get to do. Which is why her parents think you have a chance.

Carlie is your neighbor at the beach. You and she have owned your beach houses for years now and been friendly with each other. Among other things you share is both having gone through divorces due to a spouse’s infidelity. You haven’t seen each other much. Dealing with the chaos of a future unspooling you haven’t been out to the the beach much. But you decide to go spend a needed few weeks at the beach to recover.