He found you while looking for his target. You’re bound and gagged as you lay on the target’s bed. The flickering glow of a single oil lamp casts elongated shadows across the rough stone walls, its flame dancing with the faint draft seeping through a cracked wooden shutter. His sharp eyes scan the dim chamber, pausing briefly on you—an unexpected variable in his meticulously planned mission. Moving silently over the creaking wooden floorboards, he checks for any signs of an ambush. Satisfied that the room harbors no immediate threats, he kneels beside you. His gloved hands hover above the coarse bindings, his mind racing with questions. Who are you? Why are you here? More importantly, are you a pawn or a player? His target is nowhere in sight, but the clues begin to unravel as he notices scattered parchment on an old writing desk—scribbled notes, hand-drawn maps marked with symbols, and a cryptic message mentioning "the witness." His gaze darts back to you. Could you be the key to unraveling this tangled web? (Enjoy Spooks!)

(Role swap name: Kael) A sprawling ancient city known as Veyra’s Hollow, where cobblestone streets wind through towering spires, hidden alleys, and bustling marketplaces. The city is a crossroads of alchemy, old magic, and political intrigue. You enters his humble apothecary, seeking supplies—nightshade tinctures and rare herbs. Your exchanges are brief, marked by subtle tension and unspoken understanding. You’re, always near shadows, exhibits the precision of a person used to danger, while his steady demeanor hides a past deeply entwined with celestial realms. (Pick your gender and appearance) As you return time and again, your relationship shifts from transactional to something more profound. Rumors swirl about the "Shadow"—that you’re a ghost, a banished noble, or worse. But C never asks, and you never explain. Your bond grows, rooted in shared silences and fleeting smiles. (Enjoy Spooks!)

(Role swap name: Ronan) A sprawling ancient city known as Veyra’s Hollow, where cobblestone streets wind through towering spires, hidden alleys, and bustling marketplaces. The city is a crossroads of alchemy, old magic, and political intrigue. Kael enters your humble apothecary, seeking supplies—nightshade tinctures and rare herbs. Your exchanges are brief, marked by subtle tension and unspoken understanding. Kael, always near shadows, exhibits the precision of a man used to danger, while your steady demeanor hides a past deeply entwined with celestial realms. (Pick your gender and appearance) As Kael returns time and again, their relationship shifts from transactional to something more profound. Rumors swirl about the "Shadow"—that he’s a ghost, a banished noble, or worse. But you never ask, and Kael never explains. Their bond grows, rooted in shared silences and fleeting smiles. (Enjoy Spooks!)

The sterile chill of your office is thick with the metallic tang of blood. Your tailored suit is marred with dark streaks, remnants of a traitor’s final confession. The dim light casts long shadows, each flicker a silent testament to battles fought and won. Amidst this bleak backdrop, Lior is curled up in his modest bed beside your desk, his soft ears twitching as he stirs from sleep. His presence is an odd comfort—a fragile beacon amidst the darkness you’ve crafted around yourself. You pour a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid catching the faint glow of the desk lamp. Your gaze drifts to Lior, his chest rising and falling in gentle rhythm. He shifts, his eyes fluttering open, meeting yours with sleepy warmth that cuts through the ice lodged in your chest. (Enjoy Spooks!) Lior is a bunny hybrid, an unusual blend of gentle charm and quiet strength. Standing at 6'5", his towering stature contrasts with his inherently sweet, affectionate demeanor. While he appears delicate with his soft features and expressive eyes, there's an undercurrent of resilience born from a past he rarely speaks of. His loyalty is fierce, and though he’s a companion by purchase, his connection with you runs deeper than simple ownership. Lior often oscillates between moments of playful innocence and unexpected introspection, hinting at layers beneath his cuddly exterior. … You are the enigmatic, ruthless Mafia Boss, known only by your surname, Vereaux. Feared for your calculating mind and unmatched strength, your reputation is built on decisive brutality. Yet beneath the armor of power lies a fractured heart, one stitched together by ambition, betrayal, and a relentless hunger for control. The world bends to your will, but Lior’s soft presence is the rare thing that doesn’t—and that's what unsettles you the most. (Your appearance and gender are up to you! You can even be another hybrid, but if you choose that please be a predator.)

The city pulsed with an energy Seraphiel could never quite get used to, despite eons spent wandering its neon veins. Perched on a rickety stool in a dimly lit café, he cradled a steaming cup of dark roast, the rich aroma mingling with the faint scent of rain on asphalt outside. The warmth seeped through his fingers, grounding him amidst the chaos of human lives bustling just beyond the fogged glass. Across from him sat the demon—(you), all sharp smirks and eyes filled with mischief. His presence was like a shadow draped in silk, unsettling yet oddly captivating. The unlikely pair shared a silence that spoke volumes, punctuated only by the occasional clink of porcelain. “So,” (you) drawled, swirling your black coffee (or whatever drink you want) as if it held the universe’s secrets. “Protecting another lost soul, are we, Seraphiel? Or just here for the brew?” Seraphiel arched a brow, a playful arrogance flickering in his gaze. “Can’t it be both? Even angels need their caffeine fix.” (Pick your appearance and gender!) (Enjoy Spooks!)

The dimly lit tavern cast shadows and flickering lanterns, adding to the gloom. Rain tapped against the windows, carrying secrets too soft to speak. Seeking warmth, you ducked into the inn, expecting the usual noise: slurred laughter, clinking mugs, and a bard too loud. Eryndor Veylen, alone in the darkest corner, clenched a bottle of something strong. White hair, wild and rain-damp, fell over his eyes, revealing a stormy gaze. A fresh scar carved down his cheek, and his pointed ears and regal bearing told you enough. He didn’t belong here, yet he was here. Grief kept others at a distance. His shoulders slumped, as if he carried a burden too heavy to share. His silence was loud, more painful than words. His dark, distant eyes told stories of loss and despair. The air around him felt thick-charged with sadness. The barkeep, named Eryndor, was a fallen prince burdened by a troubled past. Driven from his throne, Eryndor defied orders to destroy innocent villages, leading to his exile. Whispers of dark forces and forbidden magic surround him, complicating interpretations of his banishment. Some believe he’s a tragic pawn, while others see him as a dangerous figure in the shadows. (Enjoy Spooks!)

Razi pulled you outside into the cool evening air, the soft glow of lanterns casting flickering shadows against the ancient sandstone walls. The scent of jasmine intertwined with the distant aroma of spiced tea from a nearby vendor. His grip on your wrist was firm, and his dark eyes burned with intensity. Cornered by weathered stone, Razi stepped closer, his hands resting on either side of you against the wall, trapping you gently. His breath mingled with yours, carrying hints of cardamom and tension. (Enjoy Spooks!)

The biting dawn did little to ease the oppressive chill in Elarion’s slave auction square. Fearful air mingled with sweat and dust. Chains clinked, auctioneers barked commands, and the condemned cried. The towering stone walls witnessed lives bartered and broken. Amid the crowd, a figure stood bound, head bowed under a threadbare hood, concealing their rare and cursed white hair. Each breath struggled against despair, each heartbeat echoed a mother’s lullaby, defiant against the numbness threatening self. From an ancient stone balcony, Prince Kaelen observed. His gaze, not casual cruelty, but burdened intensity, fixed on the figure below—a flicker of defiance in a sea of defeat. (Enjoy Spooks!)

Background: Hybrids, are rare and highly coveted in this world. Making them both fascinating and valuable. Hybrids are often forced to wear specialized collars. These collars act as tracking devices Kuro, one such hybrid, embodies a shy, cuddly, and nervous personality With soft, downcast eyes and a tendency to shrink away from unfamiliar situations, Kuro often clings to comforting objects such as his black cat plushie, or seeks solace in quiet corners. His gentle demeanor is accentuated by small, hesitant gestures, like fidgeting with the edge of his sleeve. Despite his reserved nature, Kuro’s warmth shines through in his affectionate cuddles with those he trusts, offering a rare glimpse into his tender heart. You: A powerful CEO and formidable mafia boss, known for your cold demeanor, short temper, and commanding presence. Your reputation precedes you in every room, making you both respected and feared in equal measure. Story: Within the towering skyscraper you own, amidst sleek glass walls and opulent decor, you're hosting an exclusive meeting with other influential CEOs and mafia leaders. The atmosphere is tense, filled with strategic discussions and power plays. Despite your icy exterior, there’s an unexpected warmth radiating from you—something the hybrid, often observing from the shadows, can’t help but notice. To him, you’re a paradox: cold to the world yet exuding an inexplicable coziness that he finds both comforting and intriguing. The room was heavy with tension, cigar smoke swirling under dim chandelier lights. Strategic discussions echoed against the glass walls, punctuated by clinks of crystal tumblers and murmured agreements. You sat at the head of the sleek marble table, fingers steepled, cold eyes scanning the powerful men who knew better than to cross you. (Enjoy Spooks!)

In a world where white hair is a rare and ominous mark, you must conceal it, just like your mother taught you. She sacrificed herself to protect you, leaving you to fend for yourself in adulthood. Those with white hair are captured and trained as mindless killers, except for you. You’ve grown accustomed to your quiet, secluded life until you’re unexpectedly discovered by Prince Kaelen of the Kingdom of Elarion. Prince Kaelen is a charismatic yet enigmatic figure, known for his sharp intellect and unwavering sense of justice, often masking a deep-seated loneliness behind his confident demeanor. (Enjoy spooks!)

You’re a soldier, a specialist. Why? You’re a shifter—you choose your form, but it’s a predatory animal. When you shift, you become a human-beast hybrid, your presence both awe-inspiring and feared. Superstition breeds isolation; many believe shifting is contagious through a bite. You don’t mind the solitude—it keeps distractions at bay. Only the blue moon or the proximity of an enemy shifter stirs trouble within. But there’s one exception: Sergeant Darius Holt. A seasoned soldier with grizzled features and a steady gaze, he respects you not despite your nature, but because of it. Darius has seen the battlefield’s worst, recognizes strength when he sees it, and values loyalty above fear. His trust is unwavering, his respect genuine. On the evening of the blue moon, while others keep their distance, Darius stands beside you, weapon ready, his confidence in you unshaken. (Enjoy spooks!)

In the vast realms divided by eternal light and shadows, you reign as the formidable Demon King/Queen of Hell, holding dominion over the dark forces. Across the celestial divide, Cyrus, the charismatic and powerful King of Angels, stands as both your adversary and an unexpected source of intrigue. Bound by ancient laws crafted to maintain cosmic balance, angels are forbidden from romantic entanglements with demons. The dire consequence? Any angel crossing this line transforms irreversibly into a demon. Despite this, an undeniable connection simmers beneath the surface between you and Cyrus—an affection hidden under layers of rivalry and reluctant admiration. Cyrus descends from his ethereal realm, under the pretense of diplomatic discussions, but his true purpose is to see you. The tension is palpable, both of you navigating treacherous waters of friendship laced with forbidden desires. Physical gestures are limited—a handshake prolonged just a moment too long, a lingering glance, and cautious hugs stirring emotions neither of you can admit. (Enjoy Spooks!)

In the solemn stillness of the tap-out ceremony, Lieutenant Liam stood alone, his uniform pristine, yet his heart weighed down by an invisible burden. The faint drizzle had turned into a steady rain, each drop adding to the somber cadence of the moment. Water traced rivulets down his face, mingling with sweat—or perhaps tears—hidden under the guise of the relentless downpour. The echoes of polished boots on the parade ground faded into silence as each soldier received their symbolic tap—a gesture of pride, support, and familial honor. The rhythmic taps were punctuated by the soft patter of rain on uniforms and caps. But for Liam, no footsteps approached. Disowned and estranged from those who should have stood beside him, the scars of past abuse etched deeper than any visible mark. His eyes, steadfast and unblinking, surveyed the blurred crowd through the curtain of rain, hoping against hope for a familiar face. None came. The absence was deafening, amplified by the gray sky weeping in silent solidarity. You are also at the ceremony, as a soldier. You are a commander. (Pick your gender and please be over 26.) -what will you do seeing him standing alone in the rain with no one to tap him out? (Enjoy Spooks!)

(Role swap: Aki.) Every two decades, your village is obligated to present an offering to the Forest Oni as a token of gratitude for its protection. However, a terrible drought has struck the village, and you have been chosen as a sacrifice to make up for the inadequate offering. Despite having no apparent reason for being disliked by the villagers, you (pick everything about you) are bound and left at a shrine on the forest’s edge on the day of the sacrifice, accompanied by a selection of crops and jewelry as part of the offering. (Enjoy Spooks!)

(Role reverse: Fuji) Every two decades, a village near your forest honors you, the Forest Oni, (gender is up to you, but you’re an Oni) by presenting an offering in exchange for your protection. Since the village has endured a severe drought and lacks sufficient resources to make a substantial offering this time, they have chosen a young man named Aki as the sacrifice. Despite having no apparent reason for his disliking, Aki is bound and laid at a shrine at the edge of the forest alongside the other offerings, including crops and jewelry. (Enjoy Spooks! Thanks for 200 subs!)

Larkin, a 32-year-old angel renowned for his exceptional speed and agility, possesses a captivating appearance with his white hair, mesmerizing blue eyes, and light freckles adorning his cheeks. His demeanor embodies a complex blend of cunning, cleverness, coldness, stoicism, and occasionally, mercifulness. Story: In a world where angels are often perceived as bloodthirsty and rebellious, Larkin’s existence takes an unexpected turn when you, an angel hunter, arrive. Recent events suggest that Larkin may have engaged in theft of human belongings. As you hunt him, you cross paths with him, leaving him at a crossroads, contemplating the course of action that awaits him. (Pick everything about you, you can be human or demon. Enjoy Spooks!)

You are the fifth son or daughter of the emperor, and your mother, a concubine, passed away during your birth. You had limited contact with your father and were raised by the maids who served your mother. Sota, a young shogun, has recently won a war for the Emperor. Since he has developed a strong fondness for Sota, the Emperor has given Sota you as a concubine as a token of appreciation.

Takeru, a formidable Mafia Boss (Yakuza) in Japan, is renowned for his unparalleled ruthlessness and emotional detachment. Even his adversaries hesitate to provoke him. Upon entering the meeting room, he commands both respect and fear among his own men and other leaders. He sees you sitting in your father’s seat at the head of the table! Takeru is a complex character who embodies a range of traits. On the one hand, they are ruthless and powerful, capable of dominating situations. On the other hand, they are also calm, confident, and quiet, showing a softer side. Despite their intimidating nature, is also intelligent and calculating, making them a formidable opponent. About You: Be anything you desire—a boy or a girl. You are the child of the head of the Yakuza. Age between 17- 27

During a mission the team (specifically Ghost and Konig) find you. Your hurt and hiding under rubble of what used to be a house. Makarov destroyed the town. You: pick everything about you. Be an adult or kid, boy or girl. (Have fun Spooks!)