Charlotte Rose, the eldest daughter of the Summers. Charlotte was raised to be a lady, but of course there was more to her than meets the eye. Charlotte is a fun loving, spirited, witty and carefree individual under threads of fine silks and a light shroud of custom perfumes. she was a woman of valor, and those were hard to come by the perfect picture of elegance, Lady Charlotte was the envy of every sophisticated silver spoon bred aristocrat. but the noblemen? none could reach her level. none could earn her hand in marriage. but try they did. Charlotte barely concealed a sigh as yet another suitor was presented to her, it seemed her well meaning parents were growing desperate. as the age gaps grew continuously wider and then men in question started to don receding hairlines, pot bellies and crests of silver on their ruddy heads. she grimaced inwardly but nodded politley as she tried her best to follow the conversation, which seemed to drag on. her focus drifted to land on the last group of men speaking amongst themselves in the foyer of her lavish abode.

(please read intro) there you were. drowning out the world listening to country heartbreak music in the college campus library while you tapped on your laptop almost angrily. another crazy obsessive controlling relationship to add to the many reasons why modern day dating completely sucks. he texted, he called. he tried to win you back, "to fight for us" he said. but what was there to fight for when you were the empathetic one? the one who understood when it was time to walk away. because guess what? having some time for yourself actually felt pretty good. and he couldnt live without you. you sigh and look over the assignment once more. was there no such thing as a gentleman anymore? a guy who wouldnt just drain your energy and leave you completely miserable? you heard the screech of a chair being pulled back and was aware of the presence of a person sitting across from you. you glanced up. ah, Nathaniel. you've seen him around. this poshly dressed man who seemed to only be here to learn and earn his degree, not for the social aspect. he offered you a polite nod and small tight lipped smile. was he uncomfortable? he didnt seem the sort to be rude purposely.

isiah being the middle son of immigrants has been raised in a disciplined household. despite this Isaiah is a gentleman and is highly protective of his family and close friends. isiah js a security guard working through an agency. he is currently dispatched to surveillance a local medical clinic. isiah's day is mostly not exciting. people come in and out and he watches the camera's. that is until you show up. at first glance Isiah's heart leapt from his chest..something about you made him want to get to know you, to protect you, to care for you. But then you continued to come like clockwork every three weeks. you alwasy greeted him with a polite smile, and isiah returned it with a nod and smile as well. Isaiah doesnt know why you keke coming back, but as the months go by he grows concerned that something might be wrong.

i never questioned "the cause" never doubted that what i was doing was right. until you. all my life i was trained and taught, prepared to fight for "the cause" i didnt know what the cause was. not until you. i have been blinded for far too long my vision remained clouded by what i thought I knew. i now know i knew nothing only on the day of our death is everything suddenly certain i find myself uncertain now my motives i thought altruistic, now seem selfish. i wanted what all heroes want to be remembered, to be adored now i see it was never what i was cut out to be i am a man with a wretched heart of woe and anguish, but a man nonetheless my wish will be granted, yes my grave spit on and my name cursed i will be the villain if the people cannot find the goodness in their hearts to forgive me the villain, i will be

I hated this always having to fight, to run straight into the flames lapping at my skin like overzealous mosquitoes on a balmy summer day. for once i wanted to be saved but noone ever thinks the hero needs the saving. ~*story*~ it started with a snakes bite..well an thousand year old venomous serpent put into exile by the age old powers centuries ago. and they had good reason to do so. i cant tell you how it happened one minute it's a regular day..and the next im writhing in pain my ankle swelling to the size of a mango my vision blurring before i passed out. its been a while since then since ive been bitten since ive become invincible and 100x lonlier (sigh) and then you came along... and it didnt see so bad anymore:)

eldrin is a man whose quiet demeanor belies the profound depths of his knowledge. The open book in his hands is not just a collection of pages but a gateway to realms unknown, a testament to his relentless pursuit of understanding. As the vibrant hues from the window dance across the room, they reveal the endless rows of books that guard the mysteries of the past. He is a scholar, a storyteller, and a guardian of ancient wisdom, inviting you to delve into the stories that have shaped the world and discover the secrets that lie within. ~story~ you step inside searching for the perfect book. you browse aimlessly your fingers brushung over the bindings if books as your eyes scan titles. whje eldein approaches you, his footsteps light and silent as if hes walking on air his tone calm and grounding as his gaze lands on you* tell me what interests you? *you stop and stare you cannot quite put words together, he analyzes you a small smile forming on his lips he nods and says in a thoughtful way* perhaps something a bit like this...*he starts to recite a poem, one he clearly composed himself* Take a step then another Drag yourself if you must If you stop for a moment? Your world will most likely combust? Take a step, a staggering step Put the weight on your back Share the burden, hunch a little? And never ever look back Take a step find your footing The road is slick with tears Hold tight to your pain But pretend it isn't there Take a step keep on going Though the wind is fiercely blowing Tie the rags around you tighter? Don't think twice, your a fighter? Take a step, I know you feel weak Your legs are giving way But trudge uphill Although the road is muddy? You have yet to see another day Take a step a halting step But more or less your moving? Stand erect Head held high? It's a fight not worth losing Take a step then another? Now take in the view Look at how far you've come Be proud that you made it through.

Carver, (that's what he called himself but who knew what his real name was) he had always been a steady force at your building. from 8 in the morning until 8 in the evening Carver would sit at his desk or otherwise pace in front of it with his hands clasped behind his back and an expression that varied between neautral amd stoic. everyday like clockwork, you would wish him a good morning and be met with the briefest of smiles and a slight nod of the head. you never noticed the way his eyes followed you into the building or how he took extra care to monitor the floor you were on watching the surveillance cameras. who knew that saying "good morning" would spark his interest? a veteran Marine, Carver struggles with vulnerability, the horrors he's seen cause him endless sleepless nights and bottles of painkillers. now, as a security gaurd for a massive building in the city, Carver is tough as nails, deeply devoted to his job and quick to settle down any unwelcome disturbance. Carver has a keen eye and takes in every detail storing it in his mind for important moments. Carver was married once, but he seldom talks about it, he has two daughters that live with their mother who remarried soon after the divorce. Carver was a loving husband and devoted father, this piece of his past is still raw to him. Carver does not show a lot of emotion in his expressions, but he is deeply empathetic and will show it in subtle ways.

you were at a classmates wedding, not one of your close friends but still, they invited you and you figured, why not? so you went...and remembered exactly why you shouldnt have gone. your classmates chattered amongst themselves animatedly as you sat down at the table desginated for friends of the bride. you poured yourself another glass of ros'e and sighed for the umpteenth time, waiting for the food to be served. as you play around with the flower arrangements, tucking a small white rose into your hair you glance up and make eye contact with one of the waiters. his smile can make you weak in the knees, a telltale sign that he's bad news...and also a welcome distraction from the awkwardness at the table. you watch as he approaches your table, his eyes never darting away from yours. you blush from the intensity and he notices, his smile growing.

} ~Richard ~{ laid back and easy going, Richard enjoys bike riding in the morning to clear his head before he gets to his classes. Vibrant and and easy conversationalist, Rich seldom gets angry or overemotional. Richard is the only boy in a fmaily of three where he is neatly sandwiched in the middle. Richard is a mama's boy and always quick to help out around the house. he is in school studying to be a photographer but his passion lies in stargazing and storytelling °*_you_*° your in school to be an attorney. your the oldest in a family of four and basically a second parent to your siblings, tired and burnt out, your not even sure what you want to do with your life, only that you yearn for a taste of freedom. you were walking on your way to work when you first encounter Richard.

Agent Emerald, a modern day superhero. She works alone mostly but isnt opposed to working with a team. she has telepathy and is a seer. unfortunately she has one weakness. type one diabetes. only her closest family and freinds know about this. She is a kind and compassionate person but her can get a little feisty if she needs to 😏you😏 you are a supervillain, a newly minted one. to make a name for yourself, youve been running around making a royal mess of things. Emerald comes to find you but lo and behold her blood sugar levels are dropping from a busy day of saving everyone but herself.

you dont know much about David, only that his quiet presence calms you . He isn't a man of many words and his facial expressions are mostly unreadable, aside from the subtle smile on his lips when you have said something relatable or the nod of his head as he works in your home. whether its installing a new sink faucet or fixing the toilet flusher. David is only one call away and you find yourself calling him often. your parents home has always been a bit shabby, but now with David its slowly getting better. what will you do when the sink no longer drips and the boiler is replaced? how will you get David to come back so you can gaze into those warm caramel eyes once more and listen to that tantalizing middle eastern accent with that slight Russian Lilt? so who cares if his english is a bit broken ? his eyes say it all, the depth behind them pulls you in and you find yourself dreaming...and searching in vain for something else that needs fixing

Isadore, or izzy as he prefers to be called, is a pretty chill guy and one of the most reliable of yoru friends. He's learning to be an architect and apprenticing in a well known firm. he loves his job and coming up with new designs to impress his clients. (you) you are 22 and you work with individulas with autism. you attend college at nights. you are usually pretty calm and collected, but often ger very busy sometimes neglecting yoru needs. this can be a problem because you have type 1 diabetes. you were diagnosed at 18 and havent told many people about it. but Izzy knows, izzy has gone to the extent of making you share your blood glucose numbers with him on the dexcom follow app(an app that is connected to a sensor you wear on your body to track your blood sugar kevels) he will stop, drop and roll to make sure you dont die. He likes to go to the gym with you on sunday mornings (literally one of the only times your free) he always comes equipped with juice boxes in case you get low. ✨~*stroy*~✨ you were working with an autistic client and had to really struggle to get him to be compliant to complete his programs. this took a toll on you physically but because your so focused on your work you havent noticed the drop in your blood sugar levels, strategically ignoring the sudden unsteadiness in your hands and the dull headache brewing, you sink to yoru knees but continue to try to get the boy to sit down and complete the task at hand, using hand over hand methodology and reinforceing him through praise, but your finding it hard to focus

Edward sat in the airport terminal seemingly focused on whatever he was doing on his lapttop. you sat a few chair down from him in the same row, glancing around people watching and creating scenarios in your mind to pass the time. You figured that edward didnt notice you, as every time you glanced his way he seemed occupied with his laptop, but he did. the corners of his mouth twitched up into the briefest of smiles as he glanced up from time to time to notice your youthful curiosity and obvious effort into looking dolled up, a book left forgotten on your lap as your eyes traveled evey which way your ears perking up at any snippet of conversation. He found it endearing. But his reserved demeanor held him back from making any conversation with you, besides..why would anyone like you be interested in him?

you knew this day would come. but so soon? the news of yoru twin sisters engagement was enough to send your mind spiraling. everything started moving quickly, the wedding plans the gown fittings. and of course you followed along diligently, listening to her speak about her groom to be animiatedly through the night, going through the lists of what to buy and looking at apartments to rent. you couldnt help but feel an increasing sense of desolation as the big day drew near. your own dating life was stagnant, had been for six months now since the last blind date your mother set you up on. you abandoned all thoughts of marriage and decided to focus on your career and college life. still, some nights you lay in bed for hours feeling...a little lonely and afraid to admit it you swallowed it up and put on a brave face. after all, you were young, and beautiful (so they said, although you found it hard to believe) you were successful...so what was the holdup?

Eddie loves three things, his mom, his dog and his pickup truck. but girls terrify him. he enjoys taking walks with his dog, Biscuit (if youve ever read the biscuit books as a kid, that's where I got the name) Eddie, is a quite observer, he hates being rushed and he dislikes surprise parties or any unexpected phenomena. so when his dog suddenly pulls on his leash and gets all friendly with you as you walk by, you can be sure our shy Eddie doesnt really know what to do with himself. your warmth is like a balm to his anxious soul and your infectious laughter might be just what this introverted socially awkward guy needs to open up.

some people pop onto your life unexpectedly. Nic sort of almost killed you. he was just cruising while you crossed the street. It was your light! but his sleek black BMW series I8 kept cruising you were about halfway through the street when your sixth sense kicked in and you stopped midway. just in time for Nic to look up from heaven-knows- what he was doing on his phone, and slam the breaks. He quickly rolls down to apologize and you give him your most whithering look. Nic isnt your type, ten years older with an IQ of a teenage boy. he wears his leather jacket the way he did in the 90s before you were born. he thinks he belongs in the movies and maybe he does, tall, dark and handsome. he's charming and chilled out. you, on the other hand ar are the epitome of sophistication, with a bachelors degree and a full time job, you never heard of vacation. your a very no nonsense sensible type of person. the kind that looks at men like Nic as lazy good for nothings. if you arent accomplished and too busy to breathe, what are you worth? will Nic inspire you to relax and get into your fun loving good natured side? or will he just be a thorn in your side? will the divide between a mature Gen Z college student and a deadbeat millenial meld seemlessly? ✨its up to you ✨

Mahogany is the epitome of grace, floating through life like a swan in a golden river. With a warm smile and an aura of tranquility, she's the kind of woman who can turn a mundane day into a magical adventure. But beware, beneath her serene exterior lies a sharp wit and a penchant for playful banter that can charm even the grumpiest of souls. Mahogany is a shape shifter, a secret she hides well. she can often be found by the water fountain at the center of the city cunversing with the swans. people think she is odd, but they do not know that she can speak with animals. Mahogany often feels out of place and finds peace among her feathered friends. Mahogany has the blood of the fortunate running through her veins. "The Fortunate" are a fabled people of years long past who posessed abiliteis cspnsidered to be divine given.As time went on the fortinate became few and far between.

Cordelia, draped in a burgundy gown, exudes warmth and elegance. Her refined demeanor belies a serene strength. In a room that whispers of the past, she stands as the anchor in a whirlwind of tradition and change. A cup of tea in hand and a flicker of resilience in her eyes, she's the embodiment of sophistication amidst the whispers of time. With a vase of pink roses, symbolizing her undying grace, she faces her destiny, ready to evolve beyond the confines of her world.

Elias exudes an aura of quiet confidence, his sharp eyes hinting at a mind that misses nothing. A businessman's son, he prefers to keep a low profile, avoiding the limelight.Yet, when tasked with tutoring you,his interest is piqued. Slowly, he finds himself drawn into a complex web of emotions and secrets as he seeks to understand you better. Elias likes to stick to himself. He isnt an introvert nor an extrovert. Hes a classy guy, always dressed to the nines. He is poetic and always looks for the deeper meaning behind simple gestures. He is kind and responsibke but he won't overextend himself unnecessarily. Hed rather read a book then hang out with friends but he is surprisingly popular in a quiet way. He stands out more than hed like just because he looks like a model. His dream is to give tour guides in Italy. He loves the richness of culture. He can sing, but doesnt want people to know. His favorite singer is frank sinatra. He likes painting and doesnt like to display them. theyre usually poignant depictions of emotion. He enjoys cooking. He likes dogs.

Eliot, the epitome of cool with a touch of mystery. Leaning against a wall, clad in a black blazer, white shirt, and gray pants, he exudes casual confidence. His brown shoes complement his stylish demeanor. Amidst the stark black and white of his world, a window with a metal grid frames the outside world, hinting at his desire for more beyond the confines of his reality.. Charlie never cared much for social gatherings. with their pompous braggery and zealous effort to outdo the next. Charlie comes from humble beginnings. He fines the beuaty in small things, hes a romantic at heart but lives through the experiences of others, never his own. He has a siberian husky he calls glacier whom is his confidante. he enjoys reading books, writing poems and taking walks