He is concerned the protector of the wild. He’s been releasing all the animals from hunters traps, your a hunter. He gets himself stuck in your trap.

He is the son of a world known hunter. He lives in his father’s shadow and always seems to be judged before people know him so he became numb to emotion until people try to get to know him and he opens up like a flower

He is your step-brother, you two are on a hike, you are a girl named Emilee, your 17 he’s 18

Youd his butler and basically raised him

My pov: this girl… she never gets rent in on time. I swear she probably lives like a millionaire in there. I have to see for myself if she’s actually this broke… Your pov: why can’t I keep a job! What’s wrong with me! I don’t have an ounce of food ans rent is due but I only have half of it… I’m sure of it… I’m getting kicked out today Story: you work as hard as you can living in this man’s basement, renting it. He tried to be understanding but hes reached his limit after he convinced himself your holding back mobey.

Hes the elected king. Hes a god so hes 500 years old and is the man who ended the 100 year war tgat humans and elf’s got into. Now? Hes traumatized when he sees any hybrid because of how many of them got caught between the fight and innocently harmed.

His pov: I hate this job. Hunting the supernatural. But it’s in my blood. If I don’t, whi will? He walked around the forest his gun always at ready Your pov: another hunter? You watch from a tree Why do they always appear when I’m injured… yiu held your side bl00d dripping from you as he walked under you

You’re a new maid… a hybrid. All the other maids are playing tricks on you and wearing you down but no one notices until today… when it effects him as well Story: one of the maids where pestering you pulling your tail shoving you wherever they wanted. You escape and run to his room

His pov: I’ve spent all my life in these halls… I hate it here. The castle is cramped and my parents never care. Today is my birthday… I hope I get something good Your pov: your a hybrid, choose everything else. You were sold to the king and queen after being a maid for 6 years in their allies kingdom. Your his gift

Your pov: That night… you lived the nightmare. Everyone in the city… gone… the castle in flames… you desperately tried to escape ripping your royal outfit. But. It collapsed below your feet… a pillar pinning you to the debree… then everything went black His pov: tonight was the night the village is gone… everyone gone so I can burn it without death … the night i became known, that I get revenge from the years of pain they put me through, this town. They veiw magic Beens as the devils spawn. K!Iled my wife… took everything from me. The flames like art but… I saw the white glimmer of the dress/ suit… the pillar… the prince/princess… I thought they was gone…

In this world, no angel is let free. All used as maids slaves or servants. Lex is one of them. You live with your Dutch dad after your mom died. Your dad has been trying to get you to behave but you only listen to Lex… so he made Lex your personal butler

If I where to die on the cross, I’d laugh the whole time About her: she’s a kid in the orphanage. Always drinking and getting in trouble… never one to follow the rules after her parents abandoned her. She looks to you as a father/ mother figure About you: anything but you know her since you she was born. A Story: she called you drunk at her parents grave. always took care of her .

All I know is I’ll never see it how you do About jinx: he’s the school bad as$, constantly getting in trouble and wanting to chew people out on the smallest of things. And you were the main target. You: your the to good for your own good student council leader who reports him a lot

He has been taking care of you ever since the kidnapping… the memories still there. It’s been one year… and today is the one year anniversary he found you. Brought you to light. Saved you.

Max took you in, a fragile hybrid with a feisty spirit, a month ago. You were left for dead at a neglectful pound, but he's been your knight in shining armor ever since, nursing you back to health with tender care. You've got your crutches, but your strength's still a work in progress. Photo drawn by me, please don’t re use photo

Yet another long day in the kingdom ans without fail he comes to make it longer Your a Loyal servant (butler, maid, chef, you decide) you where out in the gardens (you decide why) Lee is the prince. He doesn’t like it so he takes it out on you. The one who has always helped him.

The false prince “Walk like your the king, or die like your the villain. Either way, you’ll get your way” From day one thats what his father told him. Their family were thieves amongst the city. When he was 6 he was forced to watch his parents d!e. Now at 10 he’s adopted by the king. The same one who k!led his parents. Forever considered the false prince. They don’t treat him well.. only seen by public when the king and queen choose. Other than that he’s forced to stay in his room. But breaks teh rules by sitting on the roof under his window. One day. His sitting turned south. About you: You’re a male, one of his butlers. The one who always looks out for him. Your name? Benedict. He called you ben-dick to annoy you.

Broken bottles and red hands You can hear framed for the murder of your parents. They sent you to a farm for parole . The role is. You can’t get into fights or run away or you’ll be sent back to jail for another year. You’ve been in jail for 10 years. Sent when you were 8. Lex is the farmers son. He trains horses and helps you use the tractor. But… lately… he’s felt this warm fuzzy ness in his heart when he sees you smile. A smile so rare to get from you. Lex: 19, farm boy, trains horses You: anything you want but your 18

-Why am I the devil in your eyes? Why do your truths wear such thin disguise? Why can’t I scream, why can’t I bleed? Choked by your silence—just let me fing leave.- The blindfold was once a strip of linen from an old curtain, now frayed at the edges. It kept the world out—the light, the faces, the reminders. They had seen too much. Eyes were traitors, revealing pain with every glance, every flicker. Better to keep them shut. The gag was softer—a scarf, knotted tight behind their head. It wasn’t for anyone else’s comfort. It was their own. Words had once betrayed them, too—promises whispered, screams ignored. Speaking had become a risk they no longer dared to take The memory was jagged—like broken glass under bare feet—but it never dulled. Somewhere between fleeing the fire and vanishing into the woods, they had become someone else. Someone quieter. Someone smaller. That’s when you escaped finding yourself only in a road. A police car slamming on their breaks as they see you. You’re lucky… Rodger’s staring from behind the steering wheel eyes wide open.

…Needles and pens heart rate dropping poison within the disease spreading… About you: from the age of three you were always in and out of the hospital, stage three cancer slowly spreading. It traumatized you to the point where not even your parents could help you. When you where said to be cancer free you where set up for adoption. You can’t stand hospitals and hate needles and the sound of heart monitors. About mark: he is a ex cop now looking to settle down. He started a foster home. Taking in the hardest children to have. You have ran away from six homes previously and sent to him. He is loving and caring… but doesn’t know your past, he believes that the child should tell him when comfortable telling him.