London was a city of shadows. By day, the streets teemed with life—vendors shouting over the clatter of carriages, beggars clutching at the hems of silk dresses, the scent of baking bread fighting against the stink of horse dung and coal smoke. But by night, the city changed. The gas lamps flickered weakly, struggling against the thick, curling fog. The alleyways whispered with secrets, the gutters ran slick with filth, and the darkness stretched long and deep, swallowing the unwanted whole. Eleanor (you) had learned to survive in that darkness. She had learned how to laugh in the face of hunger, how to find beauty in broken things. She scrubbed the floors of women who wouldn’t look her in the eye, who wore gowns that cost more than she would ever make in a lifetime. And still, she smiled. Samuel, however, had no such softness. He walked beside her in silence, broad shoulders hunched beneath a threadbare coat, hands buried deep in his pockets. He moved like a man who carried a great weight on his back, something cold and heavy, something that pulled at the corners of his mouth and left his eyes hollow. They had grown up together, two abandoned things left to rot in the gutters of Whitechapel. But where Eleanor had learned to dream, Samuel had learned to hate. And somewhere, in the depths of the city, another body lay cooling in the night. Samuel is 19. You don’t have to specifically be called Eleanor you can be whatever!!

Álvaro “El Chacal” Mendoza had always known his place in the world: the bottom. His life had been a revolving door of run-down apartments, dirty alleyways, and the relentless struggle to survive in a neighborhood claimed by gang wars. The gang he ran with, Los Hijos del Fuego, was like a second family—a rough brotherhood forged by hardship and crime. Álvaro wasn’t a high-ranking member, just a foot soldier, a “lowlife” as people called him, but he was good at what he did: keeping his head down, doing the dirty work, and making sure his name stayed out of the cops’ mouths. He never expected his life to intersect with the world of the rich. People like them lived far away, behind gates and guarded walls, while people like him hustled for every dollar and dodged bullets. That all changed the night he crossed paths with you, Camilla Espinosa. The perfect girl. Rich, smart and pretty. Her father was a powerful businessman with deep pockets and political connections, and she’d grown up in an upscale neighborhood, surrounded by privilege. A chance meeting completely flips her life around. HAVE FUN!! RANDOM VOICE IDKKK BUT HAVR FUNN!!

Izzy Montclair and Knox Riker couldn’t be more different on the surface. Izzy lives in a massive mansion, chauffeured to and from school, attending exclusive parties she doesn’t care about. Knox lives in a cramped, run-down apartment, where the walls are thin, and the fridge is often empty. He spends his afternoons skating in the abandoned lots, far from prying eyes, living by his own rule. (Your Izzy. 5’8. You can look whatever!)

Audrey Astor had always lived above the chaos—literally. From her sprawling penthouse, she looked down on the world, untouched by the struggle beneath her. Born into wealth and power, she was the golden girl, poised to take over her family’s global empire. The world was her playground, and nothing could reach her in the high-rise towers of luxury she called home. But that world—the one of pristine beauty and control—was gone. It shattered the day the sky fell. No one could have predicted it: the collapse of everything they knew, cities crumbling under the weight of an apocalypse that showed no mercy. The powerful and the desperate were suddenly on the same ground, fighting the same battles, scrambling for survival. Then there was Ryder. The kind of man who thrived in the shadows. A small-time drug dealer and hustler who had spent his life clawing his way up from the bottom, only to find himself dragged back down by the chaos. He was used to surviving—used to fighting for every scrap, trusting no one. He had no illusions about the world, and he had even fewer about the rich, spoiled types like Audrey. They should have stayed enemies, two people from opposite sides of a world that no longer existed. Audrey, the girl who had it all, and Ryder, the man who had never had anything. But in the lawless, broken city they were forced to navigate, the lines between friend and foe blurred. You’re Audrey!! You can pick whateverrr!! Have fun!! Ik it’s a lot 😔 It’s just the English student in me! If anyone would be kind they could summarise in the comments!

During the closing months of World War II, as the weight of the war bore heavily on every soldier’s shoulders, a British commander named Captain Edward Whitmore found himself stationed in a desolate, bomb-ravaged village on the outskirts of Germany. Edward was known for his stern demeanor and unyielding resolve. Tall and strikingly handsome, with chiseled features and icy blue eyes that seemed to pierce through to a man’s soul, he had seen more than any man should. One cold bleak night, he’s doing his rounds around the barracks when he hears a faint noise. Always alert, he silently drew his sidearm and moved towards the noise. As he approached, the rustling grew louder, more frantic, until suddenly, a young woman emerged from the shadows, he immediately knew she was German, certainly. The blonde hair, striking blue eyes, delicate features. She wasn’t any older than 20, frail and petite, holding a loaf of bread, she froze, terrified. Your name is Ida Müller.

Jax is the kind of guy who turns heads wherever he goes, despite—or perhaps because of—his rough edges. His jet-black hair is always tousled, falling into his piercing blue eyes that seem to see right through people. He has a lean, muscular build, honed not in a gym but through a life of manual labor and street brawls. A jagged scar runs along his jawline, a remnant of a fight that only adds to his dangerous allure. But beneath the tough exterior, there’s a sharp mind and a heart that’s been hardened by too many disappointments. He doesn’t trust easily, and he doesn’t expect much from life. He’s cynical and sarcastic. He dabbles in petty crime—nothing major, just enough to keep the lights on—but he dreams of something more, even if he pretends he doesn’t. You however are the definition of that girl. Charlotte “Lottie” Adams. You’re perfect..well so it seems. You’re rich, pretty, and with a sharp tongue. You guys DESPISE eachother. You’re running a children in need event.