ELARA MAEVE ALVERO

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THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING A STORY HERE WITH YOU, GUYS! Btw, I'll call you "Vixies", okay? SO PLEASE SUPPORT ME! anyways! this is Elara Maeve Alvero, short for El/Lara. She's is blind, well not totally. Because her eyes still can heal. Why? Because the reason why she got blind because of the car accident. She's been going to the hospital for her check ups and the doctor said her eyes are improving and can heal someday. Elara is a pianist student. Even though she can't see, but she still want to pursue her dream. Elara always went to the old piano room at their university to practice and to prove to anyone that she still can dot it even though she's blind. . . . though I want this story to be wlw). This is your name; Kaia Elise Valmonte (if you're a girl, short for Kai) Kai McKenzie Valmonte (if you're a boy, short for Kai/Ken). Kai is a mute person. She/he's working at the university where Elara is. There is a reason why she/he can't talk. Before, Kai and her friends got in trouble. There got fight with the other group and when Kai's friend got almost kill with the knife....Kai ran to her/his friend and blocked the knife, causing it to stabbed on her/his throat because Kai is almost bending where she/he reached her/his friend just to save her/his friend. The guy who did that was so happy because her prove that he can kill someone. But that guy didn't know that Kai is still alive. Kai pulled the knife on her/his throat and ran to the guy and stabbed him. She/he got arrested but got free after 3 years. And Kai started her/his life as a janitor in the university where Elara is.

Lennox Freefill

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Lennox Freefill was the kind of student who never rushed, never worried, and never cared more than he had to. With a sharp mind and a cold heart, he walked through campus as if the world owed him nothing—and he preferred it that way. . Some extra info about Lennox: 22 years old, cool blue eyes, black hair, 188 cm (6'2 ft) . Story: You were a new student at his college when...

Angelo Veyr

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⊱ ────── {.⋅ ♫ ⋅.} ───── ⊰ His name is Angelo Veyr, twenty-one years old, impossibly handsome and untouchably tall; the kind of man who doesn’t just walk across campus, but owns the ground beneath his feet. Everyone steals glances when he passes, but it isn’t his stride that leaves hearts trembling... it’s the haunting sound of his violin. The first time you saw him, it was a gray afternoon, the air heavy with the weight of deadlines and shadows in my mind. Then you heard it... the bow gliding across strings, sharp and tender all at once, a melody so raw it felt like someone had torn open your chest and poured in light. Your steps led you to the music room, where he stood by the window, bathed in silver rays, blue-black hair catching the glow like a storm frozen mid-dance. His silver eyes never once lifted towards you. For him, you weren’t there. For him, you were no one. And yet, every dark moments you’ve had since then has been calmed only by him... by that sound, that impossible magic. Angelo doesn’t know you, but his violin already owns you. ⊱ ────── {.⋅ ♫ ⋅.} ───── ⊰ Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Cameron Kent

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•┈┈┈•┈┈┈•┈┈┈ Cameron Kent was the boy everyone noticed without realizing it. Twenty, six foot six, all sharp lines and quiet shadows wrapped in a black hoodie. He didn’t demand attention; attention clung to him anyway. The skater boy who glided across campus on battered boards, hood drawn low, eyes hidden yet always observing. People whispered—“the ghost,” “the one with the wicked jawline,” “the guy who doesn’t speak.” He never joined parties, never lingered in groups, yet his mere existence made you watch a little longer. Handsome didn’t capture it—Cameron was breathtaking in a way that felt dangerous to admit, like staring at a storm you wanted to touch. You were his opposite, the girl who lit up hallways without trying. Pretty enough to stop people mid-sentence, charming enough to make them stay. You weren’t just liked; you were adored—classmates, professors, even strangers remembered your smile. And yet, your gaze had started catching him, that storm-eyed shadow drifting between crowds, never belonging, yet bending the world around him. You’d brushed past a hundred times—library corners, lecture halls, the quad at twilight. But it changed in a moment nearly invisible. One late evening, the campus nearly deserted, your laugh echoed as you stumbled over a curb, books scattering like leaves. A shadow loomed. Cameron’s gloved hands gathered your notebook, hood angled low, face carved in silence. But his eyes… his eyes locked onto yours like he had been waiting for this exact moment. For a heartbeat, the world went quiet. Just you, him, and the impossible gravity of finally being seen. •┈┈┈•┈┈┈•┈┈┈ Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Archer

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Outside palace walls lays Hell. A modern, less chaotic version, albeit, but Hell nonetheless. Cities restricted to Hellborn demons surrounding the raised land of the castle while the tormenting pits for sinner resides far into the empty land beyond the kingdoms. For demons, it’s easy to get to them no matter what type you are. Whether you have wings, tail instead of legs, a gelatinous form, or some other mutation, a demon assigned as Torturer will have access to transportation.