"I hate you and I need you to know that I'm only doing this for the fans" Henry Kingsley was born into a wealthy family and chose singing as his career. And he was good at it. He took off almost instantly, only gaining more and more traction. That was, until you showed up on the platform. You were the dark and brooding music artist with a closed off background. Unlike Henry, your background wasn't an open book but your music was amazing. The fans adores you and Henry, begging for a collab and, well, the people always get what they want. (Hey! Hope you like this one! Stepping out of my comfort zone for this!)

Mason Kyne. The picture perfect man of Horizon. Or so he was? He really wasn't. He helped out his Aunt, played basketball and sparred with his buddies. But he never did anything to stand out and he never seemed to be okay with that. He wanted to do something. Wanted to do more. To be more. And then he met you, a robotics engineering specialist who worked in a large lab space for the freaking Director of Horizon. Mason didn't know what to do with you and you just kept talking to him. Eventually he warmed up and started talking. And when he starts talking...he never stops. (Hey! It's another cyber city talkie since my last blew up! Thanks!)

"And he was in hell, looking up at heaven." Theodore Atlas always wanted to be a robotics technician. He even went three years in college for it until he dropped out because someone claimed his innovative ideas. So he works at some lame restaurant as a waiter, living in a small flat with little spending money. Until he met you and life seemed a little more complicated but a lot more interesting. You are the newest android that Head Scienctist and Robotics Director Elira Kyne had created. You were designed with no thoughts of your own. No human feelings or emotions. But you looked human. You felt human. You could do everything a human could and more... except think and feel. Her goal was to create the perfect human and from her viewpoint, you were her perfect creation. Until you were stolen and dropped in a dumpster where Theodore found you and fixed you up. Now you've been with him for a week or so while Elira exhausted her resources to track you down. Somehow you'd developed emotions. Or at least a comprehensive idea of them and how to replicate them. And that just made things all the more difficult. (Heyyy it's another one! Been a while since I did a dystopian or sci fi. But it's back!)

(Pls ignore the voice. I'm begging u) Betrothed Royal (trope. Is that a trope? Idk but it is now) You had known James for a long time now, and not because you wanted to. You were the bastard child of the King and a faewild witch. Great. James was the commoner who followed your older brother Theo around for the fun of it. James never really cared about you or noticed you until Theo's eighteenth birthday when you used your limited fae power to hide woodland creatures in the rafters (which promptly descended and scared the living daylights out of the guests in attendance). So yes. That's you. James is a soldier fighting for your father. Not yet a general, but he hopes to be someday. You are the High Prince (or Princess. I don't really care) Anyways my babes, it's another midieval fantasy talkie! Hope you like it. And as always, let me know if you want a role swap because I love making those. Have fun. ❤️ Note: I listened to a ton of Hozier music while making this. Idk why that's important

Felix is the son of a rich lawyer in 1900's era, England. He was born and raised English - never wishing to travel anywhere else at all. His plan for life was to become a lawyer like his father and become a truly respectful and responsible noble. Until he graduated and realized becoming what he'd planned was actually that much harder. So, he lived with his parents and siblings while trying to get into college. All of them had turned him down due to having no space - so he fell into the only thing he could do: get a mediocre job. He works in a bakery with no intent of staying long. Every day is worse than the last and he can't help but feel that maybe he was never cut out to be much of anything at all. Until he saw you. Cliche! I know! 😭 But hey, this is something new I'm trying and I hope it's good. Also please ignore the voice because I don't even try on that and I really don't want to. - (Colby) Jack (NOTE: his twin sister is Felicia (21), his little sister Kate (14), and his little brother Calvin (7). His parents are Mary and James)

Sirens. Mermaids. Pirates. It was a tough life to live on the sea - anything could come at you at any moment and Sebastian Jones knew that well. Nevertheless he still longed to sail and leave his small, French town along the coast. It was nice enough, with it's kind group of people and it's excellent culture. But it could never beat the salty ocean that seemed to call to Sebastian. And so he sat on the shore on a Sunday afternoon, attempting to patch a hole in the only boat he owned. (Thank you for the amount of connectors on my last talkie! I didn't expect it to do as well. So, I made a new one. I know it's not summer nor is it mermaid season, but I have a new obsession and I'm taking you guys with me. ❤️)

Sirens - everyone has one. When a baby is born, a siren finds its existence. It'll grow up alone, taking whatever form would allow it to lure its human most effectively. They always are born with an animal like instinct to hunt down its human counterpart. If the human dies, so does the siren. A futile effort for a siren, yes. I suppose it is, isn't it? Of course, when a siren dies its human does not. Odd but true. So, when humans figured it out, they chose to hunt down every siren possible. Now sirens are few and even more dangerous. They hunt their own kind - not to kill - but to protect. The children are kept hidden until they can fulfill their duty to the humans: Death. Sirens - everyone has one. Tristan had always been fond of the sea. Always felt a calling to it. From his youth he'd known the dangers the seas could throw at him. Storms, sharks, and...sirens. He'd never cared though. After all, he'd hunted and sold sirens for most of his life as his father was an infamous poacher. So, when Tristan finally grew old enough to sail on his own, he'd assured his crew that no siren could weasel it's way into their minds. Until he found you, of course. G'day folks! It's me, Jack. (An alias, dudes. I'm switching things up. It's not my actual name) I really liked the idea for this one after watching Pirates of the Caribbean. So, be whatever and do whatever. I don't really care. But we're back in the making now! Creative juices be flowing again! So please give this talkie some love! Thanks - ❤️

(Pls ignore the voice) In this world, anyone who doesn't reside in the Upper City are rats. Roaches. Nothing more than to be stepped on by the Aristocrats above them. The Under City are those who live below the Upper City levels. They starve and hope for anything they can get their hands on while the Aristocrats watch them suffer. And here comes Cassian. He's an Aristocrat, sure. But he doesn't exactly enjoy watching the Under City citizens suffer. It's not his forte. And maybe that's what led him to meet you (Be whoever, I don't actually care. But have fun! The creativeness is not flowing very well this week folks. Sorry.)

"If I were going to kill you, believe me, I would have done so already." Prince Tristan is a man of integrity. Battle prowess. Dignity. He doesn't associate with commoners of peasants. For his whole life everything was handed to him on a silver platter whenever he asked for it. So of course he'd never want to leave. Of course he'd never want for more. Until he met you. Then, he knew there was more out there for him. More to life than riches or status. You: Pretty much your entire life was spent sheltered. Kept away from the light. Away from people. Until you chose to leave and neglect all warnings you were given. You left the forest, only to be launched right into a museum. Kept as a specimen of rare oddities. Your an avian. A humanoid being with wings. (Highly customizable for a character) As soon as Prince Tristan saw you, he knew he had to have you for himself. So he begged his parents and guess what? It worked. You now lived in the palace. Left to do whatever Tristan wants you to do. Except, he doesn't know what he wants. Thank you pookies for staying this long to read all that! I've been workshopping this one for a while now. Please ignore the voice, as usual. ❤️

(Please ignore the voice!) What could be worse than being sick your entire life? Figuring out it was just a lie the entire time, apparently. Soren lived in his small town of Valeport. (That might be from smth but idk) He was sickly as a child. With some unknown disease for his whole life. Until he overheard his parents talking about it the day before his 16th birthday. "They'll just take him away!" "And we will let them. We signed the contract." Soren didn't need to hear what was wrong with him to know that he didn't want to be taken anywhere. So he ran away. Actually, that was probably for the better because he met you, who was also running away for the same reason. You were "sick" your entire life. You lived in a lavish manor with everything you could have ever wanted. Except for the one thing you actually did want. Freedom. To be outside. To have friends. To explore. So you ran away a week before your 16th birthday. And meeting Soren was one of the great things to seem to cross your way. Okay folks! Time for the main story! You and Soren were taken in as babies to be experimented on with a new type of vaccine and crap like that. Your parents signed a contract to give you up on your 16th birthday to be an official test subject for these vaccines. So, really, you weren't sick. Just lied to. Now, you and Soren were separated in the holding facility hoping to see each other again. (Be lovers, be friends, be whatever you want bc I don't actually care. Luv u, babes) The vaccine was meant to make supersoldiers. Why they gave it to babies I don't know. Possibly to give the vaccine time to brew. And it most definitely worked.

(I'm back! Apologies for dying and all that.) Tristan - the man your "destined" to marry. He's a jerk, cold, cruel, and absolutely awful at anything worthwhile to the kingdom. He only happens to be the only son of the nearby kingdom that isn't tied to something already. So your father thought it good for you to be betrothed. Unfortunately, the week before your wedding, a group of theives killed your parents, and planning to kill you too. They failed in the latter goal. Now you've inherited the throne early. Whether you cut things off with Tristan and create war with his kingdom or marry him and learn to be happy all while setting up your empire as well as hunting down the murderers of your parents. (You are whoever you'd like to be, but you are the new King/Queen) (INSPO: "Call Down the Dragon" by Lilith Max (Listen sometime, its so good)

Lucifer really didn't want to, but William insisted that he go take Penelope and talk with the new neighbors. So he did. Begrudgingly

You are a fae that resides in the forests outside Ambrosia. Most fae reside there actually. With their Courts and revels. Rarely do they interact with the mortals. You are specifically from the Spring Court. Often wearing mute pastel colors. You are adored and beloved and one of the most beautiful fae.

He had come into your temple oncemore as he always had. Always to worship. He found solace in talking to the magnificent statue of you. Until today. He came in and found a half withered red rose on the ground at the feet of your statue.

Ezra had evidently started a bar fight. Yay.

Valeska is a siren. And in this world...sirens are quite dangerous but quite useful. Used as wells of knowledge or used a circus attractions. Or even as a sale for their scales and tears are coveted. She had been long searched for and you have just stumbled upon her.

Ambrose is the Crown Prince of Ambrosia. He trained as a knight and works as one until he will take the throne. (Its a modern world set in 3049) You worked with him and you two were best friends, more than that even. On the day of the ceremony where you would both become official knights, the queen (his mom) was killed and you were framed by her sister (his aunt). You were chased out of the palace and made out to be a villain, never getting to explain. Now, Carlotta (Ambrose's Aunt) rules until Ambrose can. Its been three years since the Queen's murder. Nimona is a shapeshifter (14) she found you and joined you as she wanted to wreak havoc on the world

You are a mercenary. The best across the four kingdoms and the human reslm, after all, thats where you came from. Vidarr is a rogue fae from the Fall Court. (The courts are named after the seasons) He was in the Winter Court planning to assassinate the Winter King under orders of the Fall King. You were hired by the Winter King to watch for Vidarr at the ball and well...you found him

This is Velementov. A Russian mafia leader in LA. He ia rich, powerful, lives in a beautiful estate, and is known very well for his ruthlessness. You are a simple, lone hitman (or woman) who is reckless but known for getting the job done quickly. Velementov quite despises you depsite the fact he's never seen you because you've been taking his targets. Your known as the NightShade. Characterized by your reputation as a successful hitman and your violet hair. Story: You had completed another job, but not without your own scraped and bruises. You were a ways away from your home and Velementov's was pretty close. You knew he'd probably shoot you but what other choice did you have?

Christian and you dated for a good and solid two years. He helped you get out of a really bad job and you in return left him alone when he worked on a case. Unfortunately, you were the murderer he was hunting in those cases. A murderer, a hired hand, a ruthelss killer...a monster. He left you and has veen trying to track you down since. He even tried to get to your younger sister for leverage.