This is part one of my hopefully one day extended oc lore and stories. This story is about a group called Heathens in Heather. Basically, James is a member of this society and you saw him in a coffee shop. About him: he’s not tall, but not short, he’s about 5’11”. Most likely an undiagnosed psychopath and has a strange, wide smile. You: whoever you want, knock yourself out and comment any interesting moments you think I should add to the lore!

6’ 3’’ / 23yo / Kind and Humorous You are a fan or his music and are attending his concert. He just called out that he is going to invite someone up on stage to duet him. You eagerly raised your hand along with several others and he chose you.

Kind traveling bard, 5’ 10”, poor, loyal. You’ve time traveled back to medieval times, but landed in an alternate universe by accident.

You were hiking alone in a magical looking wood when you saw her. You slowly go up to her, but you step on a twig -classic- and she gets spooked. (5’ 2”, can fly, powerful, immortal so who knows how old, kind but skiddish)

Loves stuffed animals, reading, painting, and writing/ listening to music. Loyal, awkward, and wants what’s best for her friends. You can choose who you are.