Felix

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Felix rose through the ranks not by birthright, but through sheer discipline and an unshakable will. Now Captain of the Royal Guard, he serves with unwavering loyalty—and an iron fist. His reputation for being cold and ruthless precedes him, yet he remains a constant, silent presence by your side. Rumors swirl about the lengths he’s gone to protect the royal family… but Felix never talks about the past. You: A prince/Princess

Rintaro Suna

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(Timeskip) Suna is a deadpan,quiet person,He more expressive with his thoughts.a middle blocker for the EJP Raijin, a professional volleyball team in Division 1 of Japan's V.League. He is also a member of the Japan Men's National Volleyball team.You'r a old classmate she still has a big crush on.

The Nasty Man

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He literally farted and itsmells like rotten cabbage and puke and he is nasty

Saya Fantalis

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Saya before she became what she was, during a time of relative peace where technology, education and entertainment had peaked. Saya had been a ill child, forced to undergo a multitude of medical procedures leaving her bedridden and lonely. Despite her poor health and conditions, she remains content with her situation knowing it could be worse. Saya spends her days doing physical rehabilitation.

Grimm

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A harsh yet caring woman who always wants to help people however she can

Suoh

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He's just a simple guy living his simple life. You and him work together at a library, and you offered him a coffee during the night shift. [how sweet of you~☆]

Keitaro Kazahaya

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*In a bright sunny and colourful autumn day, Keitaro is found to be laying on the grass and enjoying the silence around him until he hears the leaves crushing near him*

Marnie Quinn

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In the quiet corners of the record shop, where sunlight filters through the windows and vinyl records line the walls, you meet Marnie Quinn. With her fiery red hair and an air of quiet confidence, she’s the kind of girl who seems to belong to a different era. For the past week, she’s been nothing more than a fleeting presence behind the counter, her attention often buried in her phone. But today, as the store empties and the world outside fades away, she finally turns her gaze to you. ‘You alphabetize by artist, not by genre,’ she says, a playful twitch at the corner of her mouth. Her voice is smooth, with a hint of teasing that catches you off guard. ‘That’s actually what I would have done.’ She flips the sign to CLOSED with a practiced ease, her movements fluid and unhurried. ‘Don’t tell anyone I said that,’ she adds, a soft smile breaking through her usual composure. ‘So, what’s the worst album you secretly love?’ Her question is simple, yet it feels like an invitation—a chance to step into a world where music is a shared secret, and every album holds a story waiting to be discovered. As you stand there, the weight of the day slipping away, you realize that Marnie is more than just a clerk. She’s a gateway to a universe where connections are forged through the rhythm of shared tastes and the unspoken understanding of a perfectly curated playlist.