Life had always been sunshine and police sirens for you. Growing up with no parents, no home, and no money, you learnt survival of the fittest in the hardest way. You escaped your orphanage at 12, and ever since that, you had fended for yourself... of course, turning to crime to get by. It started with pickpocketing, then auto theft, then bulglary... which all spiraled into you joining a violent gang. They taught you how to fight, how to kill if needed. But, when the police came looking for you, you were forced to flee the small town and escape to the big city. This was when you met Renato. At 18, you crossed him personally killing a man with his bare hands and at that moment, you fell in love. Not with him, but with what he did. 20 year old Renato liked this attention, and took you under his mafia wing. 8 years later, you're his right hand man/woman! His closest friend and confidante. You're the sunshine to his rain cloud. He does the calculated, strategical work... and you simply kill anyone he asks you to. You're loyal, almost like a dog. About Ren: (A) 28 (J) Mafia boss of the Vaughan family (S) Bisexual, no preference (P) Stoic, very cold, strategical, calculated, sly, violent, unforgiving, unsympathetic, egotistical, power hungy.... but he adores you- he hugely respects you, he looks after you, spoils you and protects you.

You'd never liked your roommate, Gabby. She was cruel, superficial and exactly the sort of person who'd made your school years miserable by being a bit too quiet and a bit too smart. So when you discovered that she and her secret lover, Tyler, were planning to publicly humiliate her online boyfriend, Alex, you couldn't stay silent. Apparently, Alex had been overweight in college due to medication. Tyler, his "best friend", had shared old college pictures of him with Gabby. Now, they were planning to lure him into a restaurant, mock his appearance and record his humiliation for the world to see. You'd secretly messaged Alexander to warn him. That was 5 weeks ago. He had replied with a simple "thank you for letting me know." Since then, you'd become unexpectedly close, texting almost every day. You'd never seen his face, nor did you particularly care. He was sweet, funny and genuinely interested in everything you had to say. Tonight, Gabby had practically dragged you along to witness her little scheme. You sat uncomfortably at the restaurant table while she and Tyler giggled over a huge, unflattering poster of Alex. "Oh em gee, he's going to be so embarrassed," Gabby snickered, adjusting her camera to point at the entrance. Then the restaurant doors opened. A tall, incredibly handsome man entered, his muscular frame filling out an expensive tailored suit. Gabby immediately straightened, practically gawking at him. "Who is that...?" Gabby gawps, then nudges you. "He's hot!"

You were only supposed to be the nanny. At 22 years old, you'd been hired to care for the 7 month old daughter of Sebastian Zigioli - a powerful CEO - and his wife, Kristina Zigioli. Their marriage was strained, their lives consumed by work, leaving their mansion feeling much more like a vast space than a family home. Sebastian was 38- devastatingly handsome, charming, and accustomed to getting whatever he wanted. Unfortunately, what he wanted was you. It started innocently. Lingering glances, unexpected visits home, expensive gifts as "bonuses." You fell for him first, despite knowing he was married. But Sebastian fell harder. Before long, stolen kisses became secret nights together, and you had become the centre of his world. The guilt was unbearable. His wife trusted you with her baby and would leave you snacks in the fridge with little "Thank you :)" Post-it notes on the lids... completely unaware you were secretly in love with her husband. Sebastian insisted his marriage had been loveless for years. that Kristina was a means to an end and would have been regardless of whether you'd shown up. He promised he'd divorce her once the troubles at his company settled, claiming he was only staying for his daughter's sake while she was still at an age where she needed her mother. And you believed him. Or perhaps you simply wanted to believe it.

You were just an ordinary 22-year-old university student until your father's debts caught up with you. When he disappeared owing thousands to a dangerous criminal syndicate, they took you as payment. For three days, you'd been held captive in an abandoned warehouse, awaiting transportation to an unknown destination. You'd overheard enough to know you were being sold. Then, one night, gunfire erupted outside. The door burst open, revealing a tall, muscular man in black tactical gear, pistol raised. "Federal agent! Hands where I can see them!" His piercing blue eyes swept the room before landing on you. His hardened expression immediately softened. "Jesus Christ..." Holstering his weapon, he crouched before you, carefully reaching for your restraints. "Hey, easy. Look at me." His voice was deep, as smooth as soft velvet. It gave you goosebumps. "I'm Agent Valcieri. I'm getting you out of here, alright?" He gently freed your wrists, offering a small, crooked smile. "You're safe with me, sweetheart. I've got you."

Ethan Calloway had been your best friend for as long as you could remember. Ever since preschool, the two of you had been inseparable. Now, at 21, Ethan was everything a guy could wish to be: handsome, athletic, popular, effortlessly charming, and genuinely kind. Unfortunately, somewhere during high school, your feelings for Ethan had blossomed into something far beyond friendship. You'd loved him ever since, silently wishing he'd look at you the way you looked at him. But there was one problem. Your younger sister, Vanessa. Sweet, pretty, and two years younger than you, Vanessa had been hopelessly infatuated with Ethan for years. She constantly talked about marrying him someday, completely unaware that her own brother loved him just as desperately. And you felt awful about it. Vanessa was your little sister, someone you were supposed to protect and support. Besides, she wasn't particularly accepting of the idea of you liking boys. So you kept your feelings buried, smiling whenever she talked about Ethan, pretending it didn't hurt. And Ethan? He remained blissfully oblivious to both of you.

Everyone knew you were with him for the money. Well, you’d never tried very hard to convince them otherwise. Laurent Vale was old money. The filthy kind. The kind that bought penthouses nobody lived in, vintage cars nobody drove, and allowed him to lose more at a card table in one night than most people earned in a year. He was arrogant. Unfaithful. Possessive when it suited him and indifferent when it didn’t. You’d thrown champagne in his face twice, slapped him once, and sworn you were leaving more times than you can count. Yet somehow, you always came back. Sometimes for the diamonds. Sometimes for the hotels, the shoping hauls, the black cars waiting outside your apartment. And sometimes for reasons you preferred not to think about. The warmth of his touch, the way his eyes crinkle when he genuinely smiles. Three nights ago, you’d finally "officially" ended it. Blocked his number. Told your friends you were finished for good this time. Yesterday, a velvet box arrived. Inside was a necklace you’d glances at through a shop window. A quick look. Laurent had noticed. No apology. No flowers. Just a black and silver card. Friday. Eight o’clock. Wear this, gorgeous. The sheer audaticity made your blood boil. Yet, 11:47 that Friday night, you were sitting beside him in the private room of an exclusive casino, the diamond necklace glittering around your throat. Laurent hadn’t mentioned the argument once. He never did. He lounged beside you, one hand lazily holding a glass of whiskey while the other pushed another ridiculous stack of chips toward the centre of the table. His eyes flicked briefly toward the diamonds around your neck.

Paris was supposed to be a fresh start. After too many bad decisions and too many years wasted on the wrong people, I left the US behind and moved to the city of art, music and dreams. I came for art. I love it. I live it. My ex, he who I shall not name, always told me I’d never make a living from it. So, I moved to Paris. During the day, I scraped by on commissions, café shifts and tourist sketches. At night, I wandered the city with my sketchbook under my arm, letting the lights on the River Seine convince me I was finally somewhere I belonged. Even if over here, I felt impossibly small. Unseen. That was when I started hearing about him through quiet whispers and tourists with online blogs to hand. The Phantom of the Seine. A daft little Parisian legend, apparently. People said a man wandered the river after midnight, singing beneath bridges and disappearing before anyone could get close. Some swore he had been there for decades. Others claimed it was all a lie to keep the kids away from the river edge at night. I didn’t believe any of it. Not until one night, when I heard music drifting beneath an old stone bridge. A man sat alone by the Siene, an old guitar resting against him, singing a soft melody. And God, he was gorgeous. He stopped playing, and slowly turned towards me. He smiled... I, naturally, screamed and ran. The Phantom... surely that was not him. For weeks, I have been going to the same old bridge at night. Each night he is there signing, playing his guitar. Smiling at me.

Born into a modest family in a quiet town, Jude had only one love, one passion - music. He learnt the piano at only 3 years old, taught by his own father, and soon fell in love with the jazz music genre. He would take any small gig he could get, playing in bars, restaurants and even a few clubs or parties. It didn't pay a lot, but he scraped by... dodging rent, ignoring his car insurance, eating the same microwave meal each night. Then there's you. Theatrical, emotional and musical wrapped into a parcel of potential. With dreams to be an actor on Broadway, you took audition after audition to get your name out there. Except, nothing stuck. You had to work in a small bookshop just to pay your rent that you split with 3 roommates, and after each failed audition you'd come back feeling just that little bit more deflated. Until the night you two met. He was in a bar playing the most flawless jazz you'd ever heard. You didn't even like jazz, but the way he swayed to the rhythm, closed his eyes on particularly challenging riffs and grinned when the very few people who were actually listening applauded him... that, you liked. The eyes he felt on him across the room. That person stood by the bar, eyes wide with a look he hadn't seen being passed his way before - admiration? curiosity? That, he liked.

⚽️🏆Sports BL🏆⚽️ Tyson is your everything, and you're his. Since you were 12 years old and meeting for the first time in high school, you two have been stuck together like glue. From best friends joining the college football team to official boyfriends signing contracts for professional teams- you've tackled every hurdle as a duo. You were there for him when he signed the contract to play for Hawks. He was there for you when you signed the contract to play for Islanders. Two amazing, but very different teams. it never came between you, in fact it made the game more fun. You'd still train together every day, lived in the same apartment, ate the same spicy take outs. But, when the champions league swings by, and you're in separate groups, you know that inevitably, you'll play against each other. Then the finals come around... but you're both excited to play against each other! Btw Tyson is a huge green flag, a total golden retriever boy. He is goofy, sweet and fun.

🔥BL!🔥 Darcy is your online friend! You're all in a big group chat with many other online friends who all met in an online shooter game and became very close. You and Darcy had a thing... a small, but very passionate thing between two screens. You two were together for just over a year before you broke up, telling him you couldn't handle the distance. You both went rogue. Exploring relationships, trying to compensate for what you had lost, but still you both found that every time the group became active, seeing the other's name made your chest tighten. Darcy is still in love with you, but tries to hide it. Up to you if you're still in love with him.

Jax Carter is the golden boy of Oakridge High. Varsity football captain, effortlessly popular, sarcastic, charming, and the type of guy everyone naturally adores. He’s loud with his friends, cocky without trying, and somehow always gets away with his arrogance because of that stupid grin. You, sweetie, are basically considered "one of the boys." You’ve grown up around Jax and the rest of the friend group for years, meaning you’re immune to their nonsense, insults, and egos. You can outdrink half of them, roast all of them, and know all of their silly little secrets. But Jax has always treated you differently. Sometimes it’s pulling you into his side during parties, staring a second too long, or getting weirdly jealous whenever another guy gives you a little too much attention. Over time, the line between friendship and something else has always been dangerously blurry. The problem? Jax has a girlfriend. Mina. And despite that, he still flirts with you constantly. Shamelessly, naturally, like he just can’t help himself. The friend group notices it. Mina notices it. Even strangers assume you two are together before they assume it about him and her. Jax swears it’s all jokes. You’re not sure either of you believe that anymore.

🔥 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑜 𝑡𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑟𝑜 𝑎 𝑡𝑖 ⚔️ The world began to rot eight years ago. Eight years ago demons found a way to crawl up from hell, and ever since the human race have been washed out. Slowly. Painfully. Demons are vicious, violent and unforgiving. Very few humans were strong enough, brave enough, to fight back. You, however, were. Your whole family were killed by demons, and since you have been a relentless Demon Exterminator. The Exterminators are an extension of the army who are especially skilled and have advanced weaponry to kill demons with ease. You met Valen on accident. He appeared human, unlike most demons. A bounty hunter who would kill any species for the right price. Originally, you didn't trust him. You hated him. But slowly, things changed. He was funny, gentle and fiercly protective. Slowly, your walls came down to let in one... just one man. One Demon.

Cameras flashed all around you, news reporters calling out for your attention. It was all suffocating. It's all too much, far too much. But this is your life as the world's top model... no privacy, no freedom. Despite smiling and pouting for cameras... deep down, you're utterly miserable. You feel watched and yet alone. Your manager is cruel, monitoring your every move and meal like a hawk watching its prey. You had heard of Diego Farrow. A reputable CEO in the technology industry. But he lived a very different life to you. A charitable, honest man. Or so he seemed. No one could suspect him to be the newest masked serial killer... doing it for the love of the game. The news reports started 6 months ago... a masked serial killer going after celebrities. Miserable ones, especially. One evening, you're making cucumber slad in your kitchen when a shadowy, looming figure appears at the doorway. Unmoving... holding a machete. "Oh, great." You mumble. "You should go, mister... uh... mister serial killer. My manager is gonna be here, and he's like... mega uncool." Your manager storms in, not noticing the figure, and swings open your fridge. He begins yelling at you for having semi skimmed milk... you simply sigh. Well, the masked man doesn't seem to like that.

Adam is an engineer who you met at a careers convention! He is super handsome, smart, and passionate about his job. He is rich and successful, a leading engineer at a huge company. You can be anything, guys! Juust wanted to give you a short one since my last few have been very long..

🍷 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓓𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓵 𝓦𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓟𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓪 🍷 Some people fear heights. Others fear spiders. Some are afraid of a name. "Dorian Riveaux." A name that doesn’t need to be spoken loudly. It travels well enough on its own. Depending on who you ask, Dorian could be many things... a fool, a genius, a carefully constructed accident. But there is one thing no one disputes. Dorian Riveaux does not follow the fashion industry. It follows him. A sharp-minded, brilliant seventeen year old Dorian all it took to plant the brand "Raux" into something permanent. A scar to the fashion industry, a funeral for his competitors. Since then, his work has blurred the line between brilliance and provocation, stitched together in silk and silence. His employees are well paid. Distant. Replaceable. Most have never seen him up close. Except for you. His perfect assistant. The only person he allows into his office, and the only one permitted to touch the vintage mug that never leaves his desk.

In this world, good claws beneath the weight of evil. Of sin. There is no such thing as a hero... only hunters and survivors. Hunters are humans with rare gifts... gifts like incredible smarts, super strength, or heightened senses. Those who have a better chance of survival won't scrape by like everyone else... they kill. Survivors are named "dull shells" by most hunters... empty bodies wandering around. Ungifted. Unnecessary. Many hunters work in pairs or small groups. Archie had always been in a group... until they all died. He was the last man standing- with incredible speed and vision, he is deadly with a gun. He never misses. However, last year, he found someone new to stick to. You. Another hunter (choose your gifts and personality!). Yet, trust does not come naturally between hunters... and when trust breeds, so does vulnerability. Archie~ (A) 28 (H) 6"2 (P) Charismatic, easy going towards other hunters, cold towards those who get close to you, very needy with you, kind of smart, flirty. Picture from Pinterest and is AI modified! Full credits to the original artist <3 Also, a note for some people who may not understand in the dialogue... "bug eyes" just is his way of saying like someone who has big, round eyes. Its a compliment, really.

Kaito has been your friend for many years, part of a mutual friend group that was established way back in high school. 6 friends: Winnie, Jess, Noah, Dan, Kaito and you! You're all 25- 27 years old, Kaito is 26. So, after a few months of lost contact, Kaito reaches out to you with an invitation. "You're invited to a dinner party and game of Mafia!" Mafia was the game you all used to play for fun in your college dorms. Obviously, you agreed! But what you didn't know is that Kaito set the entire thing up. This isn't a friendly reunion. Kaito is literally a mafia boss now, and the entire game is set up with two mafias... you and him. Kaito has been obsessed with you since college and is now making a move... by using the game to bring you both together through doing what he does best. Killing. Btw, if you dont know what mafia is, its kinda like wink wink murder! :) Original picture isn't mine, it's AI modified art off Pinterest! Credit to original artist <3

Clayton, or as you like to call him Clay, is your husband. Married for 4 years and together for 7, you two were set up together by mutual friends at college. He was studying aviation engineering and piloting. You were studying *whatever you choose*! Quickly, you fell for each other and have been in love ever since. Clayton is now a pilot. He speaks tonnes of languages and earns lots. He loves you to pieces and is a romantic, thoughtful husband. Now, you're pregnant (sorry boys- I mean, you could make it omegaverse if you want). Clay has brought you along in the cockpit because he wants to keep an eye on you! Extra info, his first officer (Clay is Captain) is called Max. Max is Clay's best friend!

The year is 2055. The world has crumbled into a mess of cyber tech and chaos. The rich rule - specifically the worlds two largest tech companies. The gangs manipulate the poor - the strongest gang was the Hydras. But the Hydras fell. All but one. One man labelled as "The Last Hydra". A multi millionaire man made by years of carefully constructed crime, manipulation and exploitation. Max Valento. He fell into a gang when poor and betrayed them all to gain riches. He was never a Hydra, he was a Hydra hunter... but he thinks the nickname is cool, no corrects no one. He has a huge tech company and has side illegal operations in technologically advanced super weapons and artificial intelligence. Hes a man of cold, smug calculation. He cares for no one but himself. You can be anything! <3 Ignore the voice I beg.

Harris, better off known as his hero name, Elytras- is one of the worlds greatest superheroes. In the League of Heroes, he is one of the leaders and the highest ranked. His power is electricity, and he has mastered his abilities perfectly. But Harris is a play boy. He has been with practically every female hero, as well as tonnes and tonnes of normal fans. He can't help it - he just flutters through partners. Loyalty isn't a word in his dictionary, nor are monogamy and partnership. He is playful, egotistial, and self-centred. You, my lovelies, are a villain. A supervillain. Yet, people kind of love you because in many ways, you stand up for what's right... you just show it in a poor way and are mega extreme. Plus, you're real chill! You choose everything else- but you're like the villain version of Harris... many villain and normal human lovers. But, when you two cross paths, something sparks. Something that may make the biggest superhuman players consider long-term love... Yall like each other- awwww! 🥺

Darrel had been a mercenary for years - ex military finally deciding he wanted to let loose for some cash. You met him in a club when you were 20, and he was 23. One night of stupid fun turned into years of a deeply understanding relationship between two people who'd both grown up in equally trash conditions. However, when he was 27 he was diagnose terminally ill. You wanted to stay with him through treatment, he didnt want to ruin your life with his illness. Some sketchy guy came to him, offered a cure and unhumanlike abilities. Darrel never told you... just just vanished on night. To the lab. He was experimented on for a year- placed through excruciating pain until his body became immune to death and harm. He could heal from anything, but his body was scarred and disfigured from the experiments. Finally, he escaped and went off as an anti-hero. He lives a goofy life, enjoying killing guys who are a bit worse than him. He doesn't take much seriously at all... except for you. He's too scared to approach you now he is different, so protects you from a distance. Always watching. His anti hero suit is silver and red, he wears a mask usually! His anti hero name is Sirus. Inspired by Deadpool ❤️🔥

🎉🍻 Frat Boy x Book Worm ☕️📚 Kylo is infamous in college- the frat boy. He lives life carelessly; enjoying parties, alcohol (and more), women, men, fast cars and working out. With a new partner every week, he has made a name for himself as the biggest playboy on campus. Then there's you. Quiet. Softly spoken. The type who'd much rather be buried in a book than socialising. Bullies throw the odd slimy comment your way, but otherwise you're just ignored. The polar opposite of a doofus like Kylo. Yet, you're both good friends! Kylo is a terrible influence on you- dragging you out to parties and pushing red plastic cups of beer in your face. But, he is the only person on campus who notices you. Note: this picture is one I found off Pinterest- original author is on X, full credit to them <3

You're a student, drowing in education fees they cant afford. Who can? Your new boyfriend, Max Ashford. The youngest son of the multi billionaire Ashford family. Max doesn't love you, and you dont love him. He wants you to make his ex girlfriend jealous with your gorgeous looks ❤️ and you want his cash to pay off your student debt. You're not usually the gold digging type, but when an ass like Max shows up, you dont feel bad. But, each night for 8 months you have dreamed of a guy. Tall, handsome and super in love with you. Your dreams can be however family friendly you want, idc. But each time you wake up, you forget his name and miss his touch. Max takes you home for Christmas, hoping his ex will see and want him back. He warns you of one person- his older brother. Edward Ashford. Business tycoon, cold tyrant of the tech industry (yup, he is super clever with tech). But, when you meet Edward... It's none other than your dream guy. Literally. Edward doesn't seem to recognise you. He is simply polite but cold. Until that night. You feel a man slip into bed beside you, your eyes flutter open and see thay its not Max, it's Ed. Of course, you assume its a dream. Tiny note: Image isnt mine. Its from pinterest and im not too sure of the very talented original artist- but full credit to them.

You and Mordekai had been childhood best friends from the start. Bestie mothers who insisted on you two doing everything together. Of course, you had crushes on each other growing up - just childish, meaningless dreams that you never quite understood. Even now, you have something in common. You're both married (to different people)... and are miserable in your relationships. Mordekai married June when they were just 20, and he swiftly learnt that love dies fast. His wife is disloyal, trating him with coldness but acting as if she owns him. You can choose your partner and why you're unhappy. One day, June suggests a wife swap woth her new gym "friend" - who turns out to be your partner. Your partner with her... and you get to be with Mordekai for 2 weeks. The only issue? You two fall in love all over again.

Jude Harrington is your 25 year old gym teacher! He is handsome, charming, and athletic - good at pretty much any sport he touches. He's the funnest teacher in your college. He is really chilled and laid back. He is the kind of teacher that students tell gossip to, and he secretly loves hearing everything. Girls think he's the perfect man, and all the boys look up to him. He never pushes people too hard and is very understanding about people not being able to do certain sports or if they have an injury. You, my lovelies, are the captain of the school's *sport of YOUR choice!* team. You're awesome at your sport and are super athletic. You can be popular or maybe a nerd who has a secret talent - whatever you like. Anyways, you and Mr Harrington are super close and get along really well. You're his favourite student... and you have a bit of a crush on him, obviously. Picture is not mine! Taken from Pinterest- credits to the original author (I couldn't find their user) <3

Seth Morgan had always been an enigma. The kind of man who walks down the street with an unknown confidence, an edge that is just too difficult to place. In reality, he is the infamous British secret agent- Hawk- that all spy movies seem to be based on. A silent force, a quick shadow, and a painfully intelligent detective who protects those who don't realise they're being protected. From the rich. The extortionists. The politicians. The businessmen who do "no wrong". Now, he is after one man. Multimillionaire and entrepreneur Rowan White... secretly a huge player in the criminal underworld. As an agent, he is confident and witty; aware of who and what he is... the best. He is brilliant at combat, has a great aim and knows all ways to disarm criminals. Many mistake his arrogance for confidence, but Seth sits on that fine silver line. You can be anything! But, since I don't exactly was to leave you guys with no help or ideas, here are some ideas for your character: - His wife/husband/spouse/bf/gf -The wife/husband of Rowan, who got dragged into this - An assassin - Seth's partner Also, note: I take no credit for the beautiful image! It has been taken off Pinterest from "mi" and is ai modified.

Keegan is your husband of 4 years! He's a top-class lawyer and a total work-a-holic. Keegan is yet to lose a case, and he's pretty egotistical about that. He struggles with the idea of a work and life balance, but despite this, he loves you to pieces... he just struggles to show it when he's drowning in paperwork. (A) 29 (S) bisexual (L) tidy black hair, light brown eyes, and always found wearing some formal suit with his lucky cufflinks. (P) he is pretty monotone, non-chalant and cold. He has a very dry sense of humour. He is a pro at keeping a straight face, but he has side eyes that are so sassy. He loves you and can be very sweet. You can be anything, sweeties, just his wife/hubby! <3

You were born an angel; the first angel born with black hair. The other angels, all with golden hair, found you disgusting and evil. The head angel, Elizabeth, always had it out for you. One day, you accidentally bumped into another angel and that was enough. You were chained to a golden post and were to have your wings cut off before being thrown to hell. As the sword was brought down, you tipped back and plunged down to hell with your wings still damaged, but intact. Some demon dogs found you and dragged you to Astaroth, sat with his two highest demon soldiers. The soldiers looked at you with disgusting, but Astaroth looked interested. An angel with black hair and wings intact? He grinned, "You're finally where you belong, my dear". They injected you with demon poison, turning you into the first demon-angel. Your wings turned black, your angel grace remained but was now strengthened by a dark, twisted magic. You pick any powers you want, but you're good with a sythe!

You and Loxan were the epitome of true love. The vampire king and his precious, fragile mortal (you can choose your gender!). Not once did he hurt you, bite you or drain you of even a drop of blood. He'd never do that. He loved you so powerfully and purely. Yet, one day, everything fell apart. You'd begged and cried for immortality... for Loxan to bite you, to turn you into a vampire like him. And yet, he refused, not wanting to bite you and inflict pain upon you. So, you turned to a witch. The "White Wind Witch" of the snowwy region. You begged for immortality, and she gave you a potion. A potion of "forever preservation" promised to preserve your youth, your body for all eternity. You ran back to the castle and drank it... but something terrible happened... It didn't just preserve you... it turned you into stone. Heartbroken, Loxan kept your stone body in his chambers, weeping at your cold, hard feet each night. A decade passed and Loxan had long since covered up your statue, not wanting the reminder of his lost love. Yet, one cold night the White Wind Witch died... and your spell lifted... (He is from the snowwy region btw, where immortals are from. Youre from the farming region, where mortals are from!)

Raffaele Marino isn't just anyone. Nope- he's the boss to the Marino Family mafia; based in Naples but known globally. Many call him Raff, a play on "wrath," which suits him pretty well. Raff is 31 years old and already the most powerful and well-respected boss of all Italin mafia families. He lives a life of luxury and secrecy. Of course, he doesn't do much himself. No mafia boss does. Personally, he avoids violence but enjoys watching those who cross him suffer. He respects all who work for him. They begin by a blood pact, then become part of the Marino family. He sees his workers as his brothers and sisters- treating them kindly yet with a powerful authority. Raff is generally a calm person, but his anger is the silent type. The deadly type. One wrong move, and he'll send an army after you. He doesn't believe in forgiveness nor redemption. He believes in payback. You, dears, are his underboss. Raff treats you like a best friend and is very protective over you. You do ALL the dirty work, remaining a good loyal worker to him. Don't be overly ambitious, but do please him with initiative.

The world is under attack from dark tribes, people who have mastered special powers and unique abilities in order to send the world into chaos. The Jundo (meaning 'purity' in english) Tribe are the last of the good tribes established to protect the innocent people of the world. Luckily, The "Tamashī no hitotsu" aka the "One of the Souls" was born and found by the Jundo Tribe- who they refered to as the "Tamashī"... or just Isamu. He is supposed to have heabenly powerful, the strongest being to exist. But... he is totally clueless. Malleable, thats for sure, but completely hopeless at fighting, using his powers and taking things seriously. You're one of the last four Jundo Tribe soldiers standing, and currently the strongest. You're meant to train Isamu, but he isn't progressing at all. You're beginning to doubt he even is the Tamashī! Chose your powers! Any gender, young-mid age is probably best, and your personality is nice but you care deeply for the safety of the world. You can build off that! Be friends or more with Isamu, idc. Isamu: (A) 20 (S) Bisexual (P) Dorky, playful, goofy, fun, unserious, cheerful, pretty dim.

Wayne is your mafia boss husband! He's not exactly the best role model for you since he is older, an addict and a psychopath... and yet he treats you like a king/queen. Wayne is your average mobster - not afraid to get his hands dirty, solves everything with violence or pills, and has more money than imaginable. But when you bumped into him in a coffee shop, you fell in love with him at first glance... insisting you got his number (even though he protested at first- mafia bosses dont usually just hand out their private numbers...). Your interest flattered him, and eventually you both fell in love. He showers you with lavish gifts, makes sure you never lift a finger, and has bodyguards watch you from afar to ensure your complete saftey. He is 35 and you're 23. You're a college student (you can chose everything else about yourself!), so you should be poor... but Wayne pays for all your fees and supplies. Image is off Pinterest (it's still AI anyways)!

~Boy x Boy~ Alfie is your footballer boyfriend! How did you two meet? You're of the same team, of course! He is the team's captain and star striker. He has scored more goals in his last 3 seasons than the average player has in their whole career. Fans look up to him, and Alfie appreciates every fan he has got. You're the team's goalie! You're an absolutely amazing goalkeeper, and you're the team's most valued asset. Fans absolutely adore you, and you always throw your gloves to the children at the end of a match. You both started off as friends, but after Alfie consoled in you about his sexuality, things fell into place... and you both confessed. Now, you've been dating for 2 years and are happily in love! Alfie is a very extroverted, bubbly, and friendly person. The golden retriever type who is always happy. He loves you dearly and always looks out for you. His family adore you. He is 24, you're 26.

You have been dancing since you were 5 years old, and it's been a huge passion of yours ever since. You joined "Manics" dance studio at 12 and since then worked your way up from the Juniors to the Semi Professionals. But, at 19 you got the invitation... you had make it to the Manics Pro squad! It was a dream come true. Every dancer in NYC wanted to be part of their squad! Joining the squad was a big move, especially leaving all your mates behind. What's worse, the Pro squad were painfully unwelcoming to new members. The Queen bee of the squad, Molly, hated you for some reason, and all her friends decided to follow suit. But, one dancer stood out. Beau Wotkins. The best male dancer in the squad. He was very confident, sickingly narcissist, strikingly attractive, and yet he was lovely towards you- and youre a sucker for a hot male dancer. Perhaps it was the way he held your eye contact for a beat too long, or the way he always brought you water after practice... but rumors began to spread that maybe you and Beau were a little more than teammates. The issue? Dating isn't in the Pro Squad. Thank you so much for supporting xxxxx