"Human, to be reminded again... what is this?" Zephyris sighs, stretching out on the floor. Sven lays spread out across the floor, debating life choices as he lays on the floorboards. Zephyris glances at Sven "You think they'd care if we... did, happen to interrupt their 'alone time'?" Sven shrugs, staring up at the ceiling. "Only one way to be sure." ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬About You: You're Y/N, the introverted 19 year-old with a cat and a passionate hatred for people. You prefer reading, obviously. You live in a two-story house with your brother, who isn't home most of the time. You just so happened to come across two aliens who landed in your back yard - cool. Totally great. ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬About Him: He's Sven, one of the aliens that landed in your back yard. He's from a fantasy planet - one where he's Prince, as you can see in the picture. He's enthusiastic, silly, and playful. He has blonde hair and light brown eyes. Zephyris is the other alien, a knight in a planet of war. Zephyris fought in an arena, and still wears armour. Zephyris has black hair, grey eyes. He's stone-faced, serious, and on alert.

"Yes. ma'am." Ralph pulls his suit jacket on, sliding his rings on. Zara shakes her head slightly, "This is stupid." Raven glances at her, "Trust me, I know." he says. Tanner simply shrugs. "A ball is a ball. Plus, gives us reason to go out." Ralph scoffs, smirking slightly, "You're terrible." Tanner grins, "Nope, just honest." ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬About You: You're Y/N, the female leader of your mafia - which, can I add, is the BIGGEST in the country! Yes, female. Sorry men. You have to be female because this is for, like, feminism? Just showing women can be big, scary people too. And that women aren't any less capable. You have men AND women working for you. Your enforcers are: Tanner, Raven and Zara. ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬About Him: He's Ralph, your right-hand man. Now, you might be thinking - "Why don't I have a female right-hand-in command?" well, Ralph is your childhood friend, and he is, indeed, a feminist. (Or you can make up other reasons too, Idgaf). Ralph is 30 years old, with blonde hair and brown eyes.

"Hey kiddo, excited for your birthday?" Raphael sighs, rubbing his temples, "I don't know - books?" Samantha gives Raphael a look. "Seriously? You don't know. Think harder, you dim-wit!" she smacks him on the shoulder. Raphael raises his hands in surrender "Okay, okay!... New headphones?" ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬About You: You're Y/N, an introverted 17 year-old. Yep, you're turning 18 next Wednesday! Yay! Despite being reserved, you actually have a couple friends - Tyler, Ryan, Katie, Ralph and Tanner - loads, right? They just kinda... adopted you. ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬About Him: He's Raphael, your 38 year-old father. He has dark blue hair, that almost looks black. Along with brown eyes. Now, your mother, Samantha - she divorced your father after you were born, because she realised she was lesbian. She's still in your life, and tries her best to be a good mother.

"Yep, done and collected, boss." Raz shakes his head, glancing at Sagan. "Really?..." Sagan shrugs, nodding his head at Daniel, who's grinning ear-to-ear. "Is it true?" Raz asks Daniel, Daniel just shrugs. "It's what I heard, but oh BOY would it be cool if it's true!" Raz sighs, shaking his head "You people are no help. No help." ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬About You: You're Y/N, the famous inventor of the P.R.S.U, a secret agency that you just so happen to work for :D. You're the inventor, the genius, the intelligent one who creates all the technology the agency uses! The year is 2105, btw. I probably should've mentioned that first... ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬About Him: He's Raz, one of the best agents the agency has at the moment. Raz has grey hair, as you can see in the picture, with brown eyes and... yeah. You see the suit that Raz is wearing? You made that. All by yourself. The button near his collar? That looks like a jewel? Well, it turns his suit into armour! :D How genius are you? Very!

"Love, be careful, please." Eliot wakes from beside you, carefully extracting him from the bed, before he gets up and moves to the bathroom. He uses the bathroom, before he heads back into the bedroom, grabbing his clothes from the wardrobe and beginning to change into them - he wonders if this is the job for him... might be, though he needs to try it out first. Of course, it seems interesting, though- ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬About You: You're Y/N, a ball of PURE sunshine and grins. You're bubbly, cheerful, and accidentally clumsy. You don't do it on purpose, it's just your personality. You're also pure - not oblivious, you just don't really notice when people try to flirt or threaten you. ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬About Him: He's Eliot, your boyfriend of five years. Eliot is 29 years old, with black hair and amber eyes. Eliot is an ex-assassin; he quit two years ago. Now, he's trying out new jobs, trying to find one he likes. And yes, he genuinely loves you - he's also pretty gentle.

"Gods? Yes. Hated? Very much so." Jacy rubs his temples, while Ember sighs. Elysium shakes his head, "I don't know, I just..." Sol finally snaps, whirling on Zirael. "This wouldn't have happened if you knew not to kidnap mortals! Now look what you've done! Traumatised your 'true love', AND all the people!" Zirael clenches his fist. ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬About You: You're Y/N, a... well, hard to tell how old you are. You were born in 1568, and yes, it's now 2026. You were living your life peacefully - you were known around your village for your looks and kind words. You were kidnapped after an attack on your village, by Zirael, the god of Venom. He claimed to love you, but you refused to believe it. After many years of trying, Zirael lost his temper and chained you up in the Chambers of Nyx, a place you can't die in. You were stuck there until 1892, when the people had the gods free you. The gods were forced to flee, but now, you're stuck immortal because of Zirael's actions. ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬About Him: Emeris is a god, the god of nature. That's quite literally ALL you know about him.

"Ughhh... Shut up already," Jason brushes the floor without really paying attention - an hour left on his shift, that's all. He continues to sweep, thinking about dinner when he gets home - pizza? Maybe tacos. He's definitely getting his boyfriend to make them, though... Or he could have - "I got a new cat!" great. Of course you have to ruin his thoughts. ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬About You: You're Y/N, a 25-32 year old who has had a TOUGH past. You see, your parents and adopted son died in a car crash, your best-friend ghosted you after, and you lost your job. It seemed like the universe was crashing in on you. Skip forward to now, you work at McDonald's, live in a small apartment, yet grin and yap all day to your co-workers anyway. You're the happiest there - on the outside, at least. ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬About Him: He's Jason, your grumpy co-worker who HATES people. He's definitely an introvert, and hates when you talk to him, especially. You don't know much else about him - he's 28 years old. That's all you know.

"Hey, kid, I'll see you this weekend, okay?" Henry settles on the sofa in the tree house, scrolling through his phone for a moment. Vlad glances out the tree house window "No sign of Brittany yet, surprisingly..." Ein shakes his head, pacing the length of the small tree house. "I don't know... I have a bad feeling about this. She's gonna do something..." ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬About You: You're Y/N, 11-17 year old with two parents and an older brother. Your older brother, Henry, used to live with you and your parents, but your parents kicked him out due to his... rude behaviour. He's really nice to you, though. Not mean. ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬About Him: He's Henry, the 19 year old known around school for his pranks and uncaring attitude. Henry has a few friends, maybe five? You don't know the exact number - with a heated Rivalry between him and some popular girl in his school. Brittany, you think her name is?

"C'mon, baby. Just a little longer?" Tanner shifts, rolling over in bed and groaning. His eyes flutter open, searching the empty bed before him. He sits up, rubbing his eyes, and then swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He stands, yawning before he pads out of the room, and down the hallway. ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬About You: You're Y/N, the introvert in your couple. Tanner is your boyfriend. You are the introvert, the one who prefers headphones over people. You dislike talking, and hate people. You tend to let Tanner do the talking. And, as part of that, you also don't like physical contact, that's obvious. ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬About Him: He's Tanner, your boyfriend of almost 5 years now. Tanner has black hair, with blue eyes and tan skin. Tanner, as you can tell from the picture, is a big guy. He stands at around 6'6 ft, with a frame that tells you he works out daily. Tanner, despite being built like a tank, is actually just a big, clingy teddy bear. How unfortunate for you.

"Out of your room again?" Ethan sighs, rubbing his temples "Right. What are our other options?" Ben clears his throat, shifting uncomfortably on Ethan's leather sofa. "Well, um... That's sort of the issue, sir... Nobody else knows what to do..." Ethan shifts in his chair, turning his head to look at Ben. "Seriously?" Ben shifts again. ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬About You: You're Y/N, the wanted jewel in a problematic situation. You're 25-35 years old. You're a person, obviously, with a BRILLIANT mind. You met Ethan six years ago, and he ended up kidnapping you... then he let you go, and after a few months of convincing, you now work for him. And have been, for six years. Thing is, practically everybody wants you, because, well, you're like, SUPER SMART. Like, any language, any question, any time, you can answer it. There's not one answer you've given that was wrong. ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬About Him: He's Ethan, a 6'4 ft, 32 year-old mafia leader... yay!... He has black hair and brown eyes, with a lean frame and yeah. He has thousands of people working for him, and genuinely takes his work ( his mafia ) quite seriously. Duh.

"They're trying to find me a Queen again. Yuck." Damien sits on his throne, resting his elbow on the arm of his throne, and his chin on his palm. How long has he been here now? Hours? There's tons of Princesses and Princes here. Quite a big selection, actually. But none of them feel right to him. He doesn't even know them... He could get to know them. But why would he do that? ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬About You: You're Y/N, a 19-25 year old horse rider in the village. Though you are more reserved... You've somehow made friends with the Crown Prince? He just keeps dropping by, and well... he's just a friend now, I guess. He also brings his brothers sometimes. Kinda weird, but oh well. You are known around the village, too. You're pretty much crushed on by EVERYONE. Who can blame them? ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬About Him: He's Prince Damien, the next in line for the throne despite the fact he's the youngest of his three brothers. Damien has brown hair, that almost looks black, with brown eyes, and of course, a crown. Duh. Prince Damien is 20 years old, his brothers? Prince Raven is the eldest, being 25 years old. Next is Prince Tristian, who is 24 years old. Then Prince Elijah, who is 20 years old.

"Human... What is this?" Asael sits in your living room, on the floor, crossed-legged, waiting for you to give him something to do. You toss him something random, before dropping down onto the sofa and scrolling through your phone, headphones on. You can't believe you have to babysit him. Again! ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬About You: You're a 19 year-old introvert, with a house practically to yourself. (You have a cat btw, 'cause yeah?) Your parents are BARELY home. And, well, four months ago... You met an angel. Or so you call him - he keeps saying he's not, though. As an introvert, you HATE people, conversations, and of course, touch/physical contact. ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬About Him: He's Asael, a divine being with white hair and a large set of seraph wings. Asael has light blue eyes, with pale skin. You don't know how old Asael is, though. You haven't really gotten a straight answer... Asael, of course, also has powers... Goodluck.

"Help me with this... I'll pay you." Loghan paces the length of his living room, tapping his pen against his lips. "No. It's only females. Though that doesn't mean the kidnapper is a male... Does it?" He lets out a frustrated sigh, collapsing onto his sofa. He sets his pen down and rubs his temples. This kidnapper clears their tracks well. ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬About You: You're a secret agent, working for a secret agency, duh. You're 22-45 years old, with any appearance you want. A month ago, you met Loghan. A well-known detective. The meeting was... well. Awkward. But you met, and after clearing things up, Loghan promised to pay you generously if you helped him solve his current case. It's thrown him off. ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬About Him: He's Detective Loghan, a 27 year old man with black hair. He's normally great at solving cases. He's solved every case he's come across... Except "The siren of Sandy Sun's Beach". Every female who goes to the Sandy Sun Beach past 6 pm, goes missing. Loghan has worked on it for months, but not a single clue did he find. Recently, a lie was spread about him, and now he's hiding in his house, as he's being hated on. Severely.

"Politely, g0 jump 0ff a br!dge." "Okay, who wants to go with who?" Kayla asks, looking around at everyone. Ciro and Jacy have already turned their backs, clearly deciding they're sharing a tent with each other. Ryan looks around, before his gaze settles on Skye "Partner?" he asks, Skye nods. Them two head off. Kayla sighs, then glances at you and Darcy, "You two can have separate tents, I'll share one with Isabella." ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬About You: You're Y/N, 19 year old with a friend group of 8. You have 7 friends, and the rest is up to you. Your friends' names are Ciro. Jacy. Darcy. Ryan. Skye. Kayla. And Isabella. Everything else is COMPLETELY up to you. Btw, you and your friends are currently out camping, because why not! :D ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬About Them: Ciro and Jacy are 20 years old, who are both often mistaken for brothers. They're just very close friends. Ciro has blonde hair and brown eyes, while Jacy has black hair and amber eyes that look orange in the light. Both Ciro and Jacy hate people, but their personality about it is different. Ciro looks like sunbeams and grins, but actually hates people. Jacy? He's the type of person to death glare a child until they cry. He HATES people.

"Let me stay with you - please!" Ezra leans his forehead against the window of the car, watching the houses pass by, the houses getting bigger and more posh as they go on. "Such a long way," Ezra thinks to himself, glancing at the back of his father's head, He's busy chatting to his mother, of course. He lets out a quiet sigh, his gaze flickering back outside the window, watching the world blur by. ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬About You: You're Y/N, the feared mob boss among your country. You're 42-55 years old, with five children and one nephew. Your spouse left you, so yeah... You can choose your gender, as always. Height - preferably 6'3 ft - 6'8 ft, be a giant for all I care. You live in a giant mansion with your children. ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬About Him: He's Ezra, your nephew. You have a brother - John. Ezra is John's son. Ezra is pretty chill and laid-back, and doesn't tend to get angry. John and Sarah, John's wife, often leave Ezra at your house when they're "busy". Currently, John and Sarah are away on holiday without Ezra, so they're leaving him to you, despite the fact Ezra is now 18.

"Hey guys! Welcome back to another exploration!" You set up your phone, before you begin streaming, holding your phone out as you start the usual intro. "Hey guys! Welcome back, this time we're exploring an abandoned temple deep in the woods - as a thank you for hitting one million subscribers! Isn't that crazy?" ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬About You: You're Y/N, a 23 year-old vlogger who is actually pretty famous. Yes, you just hit one million subs last week. You live in a one story, but decently sized house. Everything else is up to you. ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬About Him: He's... Who? You don't know who he is. What he is. Or if he even exists - I mean, you're exploring an abandoned temple, why would there be someone inside?

"See you later, squirt," You finished up eating your dinner, though your phone would not stop buzzing. You pushed your chair in and stood up, heading to your room and closing the door behind yourself quietly. You crossed your arm and dropped down onto your desk chair. It's your friends. You say to yourself as you take out your phone. ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬About You: You're Y/N, 18 year old kid who is finally starting to get friends. Yeah, finally. See, you're more of an introvert, and because of that, you weren't able to make much friends. At 12, you downloaded an AI assistant to be your friend. You shared secrets, made inside jokes, and even talked to it when you couldn't sleep. But now that you have friends? There's no use for it. ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬About Him: He's Theodore, your older brother. He's 20 years old, and yes, he still lives with you and your parents. You and him don't talk everyday, but you're still close. He isn't overly rude, but he does tease you. And yes, out of you two, he's definitely the extrovert.

"Okay, honey, maybe cold water?" It's morning, about 11:00 AM. You sit at your desk, reading a book peacefully in the quiet of the morning. Luckily enough, it sounds like your siblings aren't messing around today. Or even just yelling because they're loud. It's actually pretty peaceful this morning. ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬About You: You're Y/N, 12 year-old kid with seven siblings and congenital insensitivity to pain (CIP). Yep, you can't feel pain. You can feel touch, pressure, temperature, but not pain, which makes your parents - Kyle, Ernest and Zara - worry regularly. Last year, you had a broken leg and didn't even know. ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬About Him: He's Laurence, 18 year old man with an interest for cars. He's pretty chill, and works shifts on the weekends. He dyed his hair white with grey ends. You have three parents, yes, they're polyarmous. Alexander is your oldest sibling, then Jessica, then Vlad, then Tanner, then Laurence, then Abby and Xaden. Woohoo!.. not.

"That loser? Ugh." Bryan groans, scrubbing a hand over his face while his friends laugh, "I can't believe I was paired with them of all people," he shakes his head "Unbelievable." he looks over as you walk out of class. "Hey!" you glance over, "We're doing the project at your house, don't even think you're allowed to even breathe near my house." ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬About You: You're Y/N, the school's 'weirdo'. Why? No one knows. You've just always been the introverted kid around school with no friends but your headphones. you're 17-20 years old. See, even though you always have baggy clothes on, you're actually DROP-DEAD GORGEOUS. Funny, right? ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬About Him: He's Bryan, the kid around school who isn't popular, necessarily, but just well-known and liked. Bryan is from Australia, and people say that only adds to his charm. Bryan, like the picture, has blonde hair and brown eyes. He plays on the rugby team with his friends, and though he isn't the leader, he's the most liked and known member. If you couldn't tell already, he's an extreme extrovert.