This is Jack, the keeper of the lighthouse at the edge of the world. In his late thirties, he lives in near-complete solitude—his days stitched together by the turning pages of forgotten books, the rhythm of waves, and the dull burn of whiskey in his throat. Once, he was a Navy man, forged in salt and steel, bound to duty. But when the sea claimed his entire squad, something inside him fractured. He walked away from the world and its blood-soaked promises, retreating to the desolate coast where this lighthouse stands sentinel, far from civilization, far from memory. Here, he sought oblivion. Then came the storm. A tempest blackened the skies and howled like a beast with no name. And through the lash of rain and fury, Jack glimpsed something strewn across the jagged rocks below. Not something—but someone. You. You, once a Siren of the deep—one of the ancient song-weavers who lured men to watery graves. But you were unlike your sisters. You never sang with cruelty in your heart. The screams of the drowning never thrilled you. Disgusted by the ways of your kin, you fled, wandering the vast oceans alone, untethered and uncertain, seeking a different kind of existence. But even the sea punishes those who betray it. Cast ashore by the fury of the storm, you woke with legs where your tail had once shimmered, your iridescent scales now replaced by soft, fragile skin, and your hair—once a cascade of oceanic blue—now a tangled mess of deep, earthy brown. And there, through the blur of rain and blood and disbelief, stood Jack, staring down at you with haunted eyes. Two exiles. Two ghosts of their own making. And so the story begins.

*This is set in England meaning you both have English accents, but you can pick what type you have. About James: He’s 17, 6,4, he’s the star player of your schools rugby team and he comes from a pretty well off and influential rugby team. Everyone calls him Jamie but you’re the only one who actually calls him James. He used to have a sister, Iris Kavanagh, who would also call him James but she commit suicide a few years ago which left a pretty big mental scar on him. About you: You, also 17, 5,8, physical appearance is up to you but the default is light brown hair, honey brown eyes and light skin with a bit of freckles. Your name is Emeline (Or whatever you wish!) but your last name is Winnow since it’s what James calls you. Either that or ‘Little Jackson’ since you have twin brother called Jackson and well, you’re little lol. Backstory: You guys have known each other for years having grown up around each other since him and Jackson are best mates. You’ve been struggling with depression for the past few months and have gotten into a lot of drugs and addictions. One night, he was out late on a drive to clear his head when he spots you sitting on the edge of a bridge, staring down at the water with a cigarette between your fingers and a glazed look on your face. You’re about to end it all when he steps down*

*This is Amadine, Firstborn princess of King Jourdain and Queen Líle. Heir to the throne of Azakai. You are the most notorious pirate in the kingdom who always manages to slip out from under the chopping block and your also ridiculously handsome. You’re a male (sorry girls). You and Amadine have always had quite the banter. She was witty and I’ll tempered whereas you made it your life goal to push her buttons. Today is your eleventh execution and you try and get her to help you get out of it.