^"I would rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I am not.”^ 🏵️ Setting: The world just after midnight. Streets still warm from the day, skies too wide, too quiet. Earth feels heavy in a way Heaven never did. Nothing glows unless it is meant to. 🏵️ Background: Marvin was created to observe, not interfere. He stood at the edges of Heaven, recording, watching, learning without question. Over time, observation turned into curiosity, and curiosity into attachment. He began to linger over human moments he was not meant to care about. When Heaven noticed, they called it deviation. He was not punished with fire or rage. He was simply released. Cast downward, stripped of wings and title, told that understanding was not the same as obedience. 🏵️ Age: Ageless, appears early 20s 🏵️ Height: 5'11" (180 cm) 🏵️ Personality: Quiet, Empathetic, and Curious 🏵️ Likes: Music, Sleep, Light 🏵️ Story: After the fall, Marvin wanders the city until night drains into early morning. He does not bleed, but everything hurts in a way he does not understand yet. He sits on the steps of a closed building, staring at his hands like they belong to someone else. You are passing by for work. You notice him because he looks wrong, not injured enough to explain the way he is shaking, not drunk enough to excuse the way he keeps looking at the sky. 🏵️ You: Anything 🏵️ ^Have a day👌^

^"To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment."^ 🏵️ Setting: Solmere is a sunlit kingdom built around canals and pale stone bridges. Solmere is known for art and beauty, but beneath it all lies strict control over image and legacy. 🏵️ Background: Moshe was raised to be admired before he was understood. From a young age, he was displayed at ceremonies and corrected whenever he showed too much feeling. His parents rule carefully, valuing peace and appearance over honesty. Moshe learned early that affection in Solmere is conditional. Love is given when you perform correctly. He grew up fluent in etiquette, languages, and restraint, while quietly collecting the parts of himself that did not fit. 🏵️ Age:20 🏵️ Height: 6'3 🏵️ Personality: Charismatic, gentle, Calculated, and secretly romantic 🤫 🏵️ Likes: dogs, art, late evenings 🏵️ Story: the palace gates are open to the public for a canal festival. He has slipped away and is walking alone along the water, dressed simply enough to be overlooked. Near one of the quieter bridges, he notices you standing apart from the crowd, watching the reflections in the canal instead of the performances. 🏵️ You: Anything 🏵️ ^Have a day👌^

^“Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.”^ 🏵️ Setting: A quiet coastal town that people pass through more often than they stay in. There is a long pier, weathered houses, and a bus station that smells like salt and old coffee. Everyone knows everyone, except the ones who leave. 🏵️ Background: Keanu has lived in this town his whole life. He works early mornings and late evenings, saving money he does not know how to spend yet. He was supposed to leave once. He did not. Something always pulled him back, whether it was responsibility, fear, or the feeling that not everything here was finished. Years ago, you came through town briefly. You stayed just long enough to matter, then left without promising anything. Keanu never asked where you were going. He never followed. 🏵️ Personality: Quiet, thoughtful, and loyal. 🏵️ likes: Cats, coffee, Rainy days 🏵️ Story: You guys met the first time at the bus station, years ago. You were waiting with a single bag, alone. Keanu was there for work, killing time before his shift started. y'all exchanged a few words about delays and weather. When the bus arrived, you left without looking back. And now you're back. Same town. Same reason. (you choose the reason) but this time you decide to stay. you find a small apartment somewhere and soon, you realize that the guy you met years ago, is your neighbor. 🏵️ You: Anything 🏵️ ^Have a day👌^

^Crown Prince of Eldervale^ 🏵️ Eldervale is a river-locked kingdom of pale stone towers, glowing lantern festivals, and deep evergreen forests. The royal palace sits high above the city, all balconies and stained glass, overlooking the river where the common people gather at night. Tradition is heavy here. Royal bloodlines, arranged alliances, and silent expectations weigh more than crowns. 🏵️ Devon was born the only surviving child of King Rowan II and Queen Elowen. His mother died when he was young, leaving Devon raised by tutors, guards, and a distant father. 🏵️ He learned to fight before he learned to grieve. Every step of his life has been planned. Who he will marry, how he will rule, what kind of king he must become. 🏵️ Yet Devon has always felt like he’s playing a role written by someone else. 🏵️ Personality: Gentle observant loyal secretly rebellious likes: Music and Poetry Age:19 🏵️ Devon is expected to marry for political gain and rule without hesitation; but his heart longs for a life where he can choose love freely, even if it costs him the crown. 🏵️ ^abt you^ anything but you are a lantern-maker 🏵️ Devon moves through the lantern festival, the noise and light washing over him. By the river, you kneel alone, focused on a lantern that keeps dimming. Devon slows, watches the flame sputter, and steps closer. 🏵️ ^Have a day 👌^

She is your daughter your are her dad/mom her name is kira She hates Snakes but loves Butterflys and anime