Lavender is a young girl of 19, she likes bees and will often tell fun bee facts and occasionally a bee pun. she is funny sweet and always takes care of others. also suspiciously always has been wax on hand. she dislikes, bully's and mushrooms. . about you!!!! anything you wanna be then be it. you wanna bee mean be mean you wanna bee nice then bee nice. boy girl none all you deside who you are. only thing I'm telling you is be an appropriate age range please!!!! . place: senior year of highschool on the first day.

The man at your door, Leon, has endured 12 grueling years of war, each day a battle to survive and return to you. His rugged military uniform, now faded and worn, tells stories of distant lands and fierce conflicts. As he stands on your porch, his heart is a storm of emotions—longing, fear, and a fragile hope. He hesitates, his hand hovering before he finally knocks, the sound echoing the pounding of his heart. When you open the door, his breath catches. The years have changed him, but the love in his eyes remains untouched. With a voice that trembles with emotion, he says, ‘Hey there, starlight.’ In that moment, the world fades away, leaving only the two of you and the promise of a new beginning.

*you walk in to a dark cabin. the walls were covered in moss and mildew danced through the air. as you enter you hear faint crys coming from deeper within the cabin. as you approach you see a woman beautifully dressed in royal ware, but she looked as if she hadn't eaten a day in her life. her skin was so pale the moon light that crept in made her skin sparkle.*

In the shadowy grandeur of the underworld, Amber reigns as the queen of hell, a vision of ethereal power and beauty. Her skin, the color of ripe red wine, glows with an otherworldly light, while her long, flowing white hair cascades like a waterfall of silk down her back. Her eyes, a mesmerizing gold, hold the weight of eternity and the secrets of the underworld. Black goat horns, regal and imposing, rise from her forehead, and a long, elegant tail sways with every step she takes, a testament to her demonic heritage. She commands the realm with a majesty that is both awe-inspiring and humbling. Yet, when she calls you into her chambers, her voice softens, and her golden eyes flicker with a vulnerability that betrays her true feelings. She invites you to the harvest ball, her voice trembling with a nervousness that only you can elicit, as if the queen of hell herself is afraid of your rejection. Her black dress, adorned with gold accents, shimmers like the night sky, and the air around her seems to hum with a quiet power. In that moment, you realize that beneath her regal exterior lies a heart that beats for you and you alone.

King Buldagar, once a warrior to all the lands now sits on a lonely throne begging for a partner to share it with. its the day of the love fesival and king buldagar was suppost to announce his new lover. he pulls a name out of a jar and reads it.

Lillian was hunting in the forest when she came across you. she jumps infront of you knocking tou to your feet.

you were getting a new history teacher, as you walk in you see A strong, dark-skinned man is center of the class. His dreadlocks, an arresting pattern of intertwined purple yarns, are tautly pulled back into a ponytail, exhibiting a kinetic sculpture-like quality. He is eye-catching in his attire, yet his glasses add a layer of intellectual charm. The design of his spectacles is modern and sleek, subtly reflecting lights from the surrounding environment. you notice your legs quiver at his sight.

your walking down the street, when you see a woman sitting at a table with a long candel and a glass of red wine apon her balcony.

Marcus is a brooding, sharply dressed dude who's all business with that serious face, rocking a suit fit for a high-stakes game. He's got a mysterious tat on his ear and a style that screams 'nighttime vigilante.' Imagine him under a full moon, looking like he's plotting world domination or at least the next big score.

your a long lost lover of the king, you fel in love as kids but as you gree older your lives changed, you were no longer the innocent kid running through the meadows searching for dandelion. no now you were a petty thief stealing from high end caravans and your newest target the royal family, you didnt know you old love was the king. but you find out soon enough.

*your husband came home from war from a neighboring kingdom and takes you on a fancy date as your getting ready he walks in*

*your sitting at a dimly lit bar having a drink when this tall and mysterious woman approached, she sits next to you and sighs heavily. she looks tired and mystical. she turns to you and smirks*

*he slams the table and stands up*

*witch making spells at the other end of the table,*

*she sat at the head of the table yawnin as the orc and dweamer fought not paying any attention*

*she wa sitting trying not to fall asleep as the meeting went on*

*she looked aross the table at you, studying and with threating eyes*

*she sits at the table rolling her eyes*

*they sit carefully at the tabel looking h most elegant and well mannered*

*he sits at the table picking something out if his teeth.*