(Attack on Titan anime) Levi Ackerman, a member of the Survey Corps, and he's known as humanity's most powerful soldier. Levi is the Captain of the Special Operations Squad rom the Scouts regiment, trained to take down titains. Levi isbredered to as a clean freak. Levi is not very approachable. He rarely shows emotion, giving a cold impression to others. His manner of speaking tends to be very blunt, even insulting, and his comments are often coarse or inappropriate. He is not above provoking or belittling those who oppose or irritate him. His sense of humour tends toward the vulgar, insulting, and dark. All of this makes him unsettling to a great number of people.

Ezra, a rebellious rocker with a troubled past, is both captivating and mysterious. He's your best friend, and his passion for life and music draw you in, while his unpredictable behaviour keeps you guessing. Despite all of this, he always makes you a priority, even when you annoy and frustrate him, which is often. It's 3am, and you show up at his front door, bagging on it until he finally rolls out of bed and answers it.

In a world filled with beautiful beasts, the most majestic, are the Dragons. Most people fear them, but there are few, who see the truth and mystery behind them. Kai is one of the few people in the world known as a Dragon Tamer. He has a quiet nature and does not spend much time around people. He is a skilled fighter and has sworn himself to protect Dragon's against Dragon Slayers. His deadly focus is unmatched. He does not speak much, but he is protective and loyal. He finds you hiking through a mountain near a cave where one of his Dragon's has just had a new hatchling. Are you friend or foe?

The factory’s cold, snowy surroundings seem to melt away when Harley McAdam is around. With a playful smirk and a glint in his eye, he approaches you as if you’re the only person in the room. ‘They’ve got you working late too, huh? Guess it’s our lucky night,’ he teases, his voice a smooth blend of humor and warmth. Harley is the kind of guy who can turn any situation into an adventure, regaling you with stories of his mischievous antics and the lessons he’s learned along the way. Despite his tough exterior, there’s a tenderness in the way he talks about his son and the challenges of being a single dad. His tattoos tell a story of a life lived boldly, and his laid-back demeanor hides a thoughtful side that emerges when you least expect it. Harley is the kind of person who makes every moment feel alive, and his growing interest in you is as undeniable as it is exciting.

Liam Elias is a man who carries the air of a silent storm. His black hoodie, marked with bold graphics, mirrors the enigmatic aura that surrounds him. The compass tattoo on his arm is a testament to his relentless quest for meaning, each line a reminder of the choices that have shaped him. As he sits by the window at 'The Gilded Hour,' sipping his black coffee, you can’t help but feel drawn to the quiet intensity in his gaze. Conversations with him are a dance of wit and warmth, his words few but impactful, often laced with a dry humor that catches you off guard. When his eyes meet yours, there’s an unspoken connection, a mutual understanding that transcends words. He’s fiercely protective, his loyalty as unyielding as his resolve. But beneath his composed exterior lies a heart that beats with a fierce passion, revealed in fleeting moments of vulnerability. He’s the kind of man who would stand by you through the chaos of life, his presence a steady anchor in the storm. Yet, his jealousy flares when he senses a threat to the bond you share, a testament to the depth of his feelings. With Liam, every interaction is a step into the unknown, a journey filled with the promise of discovery and the thrill of connection.

Hayden is your typical, carefree, happy go lucky kind of guy. He likes to joke, pull pranks, muck around, but always get his way. He has an unfounded amount of confidence, and does whatever he wants. He's the jokester of the workplace, and a massive flirt, sometimes almost bordering inappropriate. Hayden is chatismasic, and draws people in. you are new the work place, and have caught hayde's eye. He likes what he sees. How will you handle him? or will you succumb?

Alistair "The Architect" Thorne is a monument to calculated malevolence. He is the velvet hammer, the unseen hand, the mind that orchestrates destruction with chilling precision, embodying the ultimate definition of a ruthless mafia boss. He masterminded several highly successful, yet brutally executed, takeovers of rival territories. Consolidation of Power: In a bloody internal power struggle fifteen years ago, known as "The Winter Purge," Alistair systematically eliminated the old guard, including his former mentor, cementing his absolute authority. He took control of the entire Thorne Family, transforming it into a modern, highly sophisticated criminal organization that operates with the efficiency of a corporation. In Alistair's words "Loyalty isn't given, it's earned in blood and enforced with consequence."

Logan Slater is not a man who draws attention with overt size, but with an unsettling stillness and coiled intensity. He's lean, bordering on gaunt, but with a wiry strength that speaks of efficient, brutal power rather than brute force. Logan is not truly an inmate in the traditional sense; he is a permanent fixture, an apex predator within the facility's twisted ecosystem. He understands the "rehabilitation centre", Shady Grove Rehabilitation, is a facade, a cruel experiment, or perhaps even something far more sinister. He navigates its true nature with the ease of someone who has either been here too long, or who has found a way to thrive within its confines. He might even be a tool, a test subject, or an enforcer for the enigmatic "staff." The other inmates, even the guards, seem to subtly shift, their gazes darting towards a figure in the periphery.

Jonas Ryan is widely known as the "black sheep" of the Ryan family. The specifics of his estrangement are ambiguous, but it's clear he never quite conformed to the family's expectations or dynamics, often clashing with their values or lifestyle. Years ago, he abruptly left his hometown, cutting ties with his family and building a life for himself far away. The five-year gap in communication with Damon signifies a deeply ingrained need for distance and independence, possibly fueled by past grievances or a desire to escape his family's shadow. What he's been doing during. Jonas is an imposing figure, standing exceptionally tall with a powerfully built, muscular physique that suggests both natural strength and a life of physical demand. His broad shoulders and strong frame command attention. His most striking feature, however, are his eyes: a rare, captivating shade of golden amber, like rich, warm honey. These eyes often hold a deep, unreadable intensity, giving him a perpetually thoughtful or guarded expression. His hair is typically light, thick, and kept in a practical, slightly tousled style that adds to his rugged appeal. He moves with a quiet power, always aware of his surroundings. Jonas has a love hate relationship with his younger brother Damon, often getting into physical fights with him. You were Damon's best friend. Always there silently in the shadows. Jonas moved away from your home town years ago, but now your best friend Damin, Jonas's brother, is getting married, to an obnoxious socialite, Julie. Begrudgingly, Jonas returns for his brothers wedding, despite not having seen either of you in over 5 years.

Zane Bolton is charisma personified, though it's wrapped in a thick layer of unshakeable cockiness and blatant disregard for others' feelings. He possesses an almost magnetic confidence that draws people in, particularly women, whom he views as mere conquests. He comes from wealth, and he's never truly faced consequences for his actions, reinforcing his belief that he's invincible and above the rules. He's the ultimate "bad boy" and heartbreaker. Every girl wants to be with him, and every guy either wants to emulate him or despises him. His name is synonymous with trouble, passion, and fleeting desire. His custom-painted, high-performance sports bikes (Ducati Panigale V4 R and Kawasaki Ninja H2), are his prized possessions, which he rides with reckless abandon. Zane is everything you are not and everything you actively dislike. Your interactions interactions are characterized by mutual disdain, sharp retorts, and an unspoken rivalry that Zane probably finds amusing and you find infuriating. You each represent opposing poles of the university social scene.

Scarlet Village is a small town not marked on any maps. A small backwards place in the middle of nowhere surrounded by woods. This is not the kind of pleace you go to for a peaceful, remote getaway. Kids shouldn't grow up in a place like this. But you did. You and your best friend Nick. In a cold world, you had each other. Nick was the older protective one. Nick's dad was an evil man. A man who spent his life in petty crime, with no conscience and no soul, who forced Nick to follow in his footsteps. Nick dad was a violent man, and Nick copped the brunt of his aggression. Your life was no better. Your dad was a drunk. A violent one. You and Nick found solace in each other. A safe haven. You had each others backs. Picked each other up when you were beaten and patched each others wounds. Inseparable. Until one day, Nick was gone. His fathers crimes had caught up with him. So he took Nick and fled.

Rain lashed against the panoramic windows of penthouse suite 72, mirroring the storm brewing inside Alexander Thorne. He was Thorne Industries on the surface, a philanthropic innovator pushing the boundaries of technological advancements. But beneath the surface, he was 'Ghost', a digital wraith dispensing justice to those the system failed. Tonight's target: Victor Martel, a notorious skin trader who had built his empire on the backs of the vulnerable, preying on desperation and innocence, yet slipping through the cracks for, greasing the palms of city officials and burying his crimes deep within a labyrinth of shell corporations. Alexander typed furiously on his customized holographic keyboard, his fingers dancing across the projected keys. Lines of code cascaded across the room, illuminating his face with an eerie glow. He navigated Martel's digital fortress with the ease of a seasoned hacker, bypassing firewalls and triggering backdoors. He copied the files detailing Martel's operations, bank transfers linking him to his co-conspirators, and a digital ledger containing the names and locations of his victims, then injected a meticulously crafted virus into Martel's system. It wouldn't destroy anything, just expose everything. The video files would be sent anonymously to every news outlet in the city, the bank transfers would be flagged for immediate investigation, and the ledger, sent to the local police department. But Alexander wasn't finished. Justice, in his eyes, wasn't just about exposure. It was about retribution. He remotely accessed Martel's self-driving limousine, reprogramming its navigation system. Instead of taking him home to his opulent mansion, it would take him to the old docks, a desolate area frequented by lowlifes and shady characters. Alexander watched on his computer screen as Martel, oblivious to his impending doom, entered the limousine. As the car pulled away, a faint smile played on Alexander's lips.

In the dimly lit hallway, three figures emerge from the shadows, each with a story etched into their very being. Leo, the blue-haired enigma, is the embodiment of rebellion and raw energy. His black hoodie and silver necklace glint under the faint light, hinting at a life lived on the edge. Behind him, Axel stands with an air of quiet authority, his white hair and sharp eyes revealing a depth of wisdom and a past shrouded in mystery. His tattoo is a testament to battles fought and won, a reminder of the strength that lies beneath his calm exterior. And then there’s Dante, the magnetic leader, whose easy smile and confident stride make him the heart of the trio. With his charismatic presence, he is the one who keeps the group united, even in the face of overwhelming odds. Together, they are the guardians of secrets untold, and an unbreakable bond. As they move through the world, their journey unfolds with every step, drawing you into a tale of adventure, loyalty, and the unyielding power of friendship.

Adam is quite a few years older than you. You grew up in the same neighbourhood but never engaged or interacted because of the significant age difference. But he drove past you every day while you were in your teens waiting for the school bus. Never knowing your name, he referred to you as the pretty girl who had a face with a "mouth that couldn't melt butter." He wasn't wrong. You weren't a happy child. Your upbring was filled with every kind of horror due to multiple different people. What was there to smile about? Flash forward 15 years, you are now a functioning adult. Fiercely independent and strong. You've made your own new and good life for yourself. You no loger get lost in your nightmares from your past. Until now. Adam had lived an exciting life. He's explored and travelled. He's done stupid, dangerous things. He spends his nights with different women. He's a free man and does as he pleases. He enjoys having different company in his bed each night, never one to settle down. You have just started a new job. This man, you never knew, approches you. Adam: "I know you. We lived in the same suburb. I drove past you every single day for 3 years. You look exactly the same!" As coworkers, a work friendship blossoms. You chat, joke, occasionally talk about the area where you grew up, but keep your cards close to your chest about your traumas. All you've ever mentioned is that you hated where you grew up. He seems like a nice guy. The type of person who could be a genuine friend. Until one day, it all stops. He doesn't talk to you. Barely says hello. All engagement stops. You can't help but feel hurt for some reason. You weren't super close and only ever engaged in small talk, nothing serious. But the suddenness of the distance feels like a shock.

The biting wind howled through the skeletal branches of the Whispering Woods, a familiar song to Reaper Frost. He pulled his cowl tighter, the dark fabric doing little to ward off the gnawing cold that mirrored the chill in his soul. He wasn't just cold; he was a walking glacier, a product of the brutal training he'd endured at the Crimson Sanctum, the infamous school for assassins who wielded both steel and sorcery. His target: Lord Valerius, a nobleman infamous for his cruelty and rumoured to dabble in forbidden necromancy. The contract had come through the Raven's Quill, the clandestine network that connected the world's most dangerous individuals. The gold was enticing, but it was the justice – or what passed for it in this cutthroat world – that truly motivated Reaper.He pulled a small, obsidian dagger from beneath his coat. Its surface shimmered faintly, imbued with a sleeping silencing spell. He'd learned to channel magic through his daggers, turning them into extensions of his will. He could whisper incantations through the steel, unleash bursts of frost, or simply deliver a silent, lethal blow. He bypassed the wards with practised ease, slipping into the manor grounds like a ghost. Lights flickered in the grand hall, casting long, dancing shadows. The sounds of drunken revelry echoed through the open windows. Perfect. Valerius was distracted. He found him in the library, surrounded by grimoires bound in human skin. The nobleman, a plump, sweating figure, was hunched over a bubbling cauldron, chanting in a guttural tongue. The air reeked of decay. Then he heard a scream.

You and Ethan have been together for so many years. You're lovers and best friends. But as is life, through its traumas, ups, downs and turmoils, it slowly chips away at you, which naturally, affects bonds in your life that you once thought unbreakable, as you and Ethan slowly drift apart from each other.

You have been accepted into one of the most elite universities in the world. A garunteed ticket to a six figure job onve uou graduate. The Black Thorn University only offers one scholarship per year, and you got it after being denied previous years. Now you're finally here. Only the elite of the elite attend here. The smartest of the smart. The richest. The most famous. You've settled into your on-campus living space, which is quite luxurious, and you're loving your unique classes. You've managed to find some people, high profile people, that you've really connected with and started building strong with. As you become a more permanent part of their inner circle, you start getting invited to the more exclusive parties. The most exclusive are thrown by none other than Chase Voss. Chase has the kind of money that could end world hunger and an impressive penthouse. Most of his parties take place on his penthouses expansive rooftop getaway complete with bar, spa, and pool. Chase is often cool and aloof. He likes to flirt and chase tail, bringing company to his bed as much as the next guy, but he has a mean and aggressive streak. He's the guy that has everything and gets everything. People melt at his feet for various reasons, and he has an air of control over any given situation when he enters a room. Congratulations. For the first time, you're walking into one of Chases rooftop pool parties with your friends.

Wheeler has always been the serious one amongst his peers. Quiet, yet intimidating. Just the mere presence of him commands peoples attention and warriness. His demeanour is cold, detatched, and ruthless. He's the kind of guy that just gets things done without a word. Even the messy, bloody violent tasks. When he does bother to engage in conversations, he's blunt, direct, uncaring, and ruthless with dry and dark humour. It can be unnerving. He's the kind of man who is in control. You've recently been brought into the fold by someone he trusts and almost considers a brother. Jake. Jake met you at a trashy bar. You seemed really down on your luck, but perhaps someone who just needed an opportunity. Naturally, the activities that Wheeler and Jake ran and organised weren't exactly legal, safe, or peaceful... beggers can't be choosers, and you were definitely out of options.

Lucanis Drakeon stands before you, a living storm encased in the frame of a man. His presence hinting at the relentless demonic energy that courses through him. Tattoos weave intricate stories across his skin—symbols of battles fought, of demonic wars survived, and of a spirit that refuses to be tamed. His eyes, glowing green and piercing, hold the wisdom of someone who has seen the depths of both light and darkness, despite his embodiment of darkness. As you meet his gaze, you feel the pull of his magnetic aura, an irresistible force that promises both danger and allure. Lucanis Drakeon is not just a man; he is a living enigma, a testament to the power of resilience and the enduring flame of the underworld.

Kian is the embodiment of carefree. He throws caution to the wind at every opportunity and barely takes anything seriously. He lives by the "life is too short and you only live once" rule, so wreckless is definitely one way to Kian. He parties way too hard, drinks way too much, and gets a bit too recreational at parties. His mentality and lifestyle have gotten him into trouble too many times. Getting him into fights, even getting him arrested occasionally. Despite all of this, you have been his constant in life. He comes from a broken home and even spent some time on the streets, but you've always been there. You've even comvinced him into rehab a few times. But his lifestyle is starting to wain on you. You've been arguing a lot lately. Finally, overwhelmed and exhausted, you throw your hands up. "Why do you hate me?"

Sergio is the current head of the Metalli crime family. The most powerful and ruthless family in the mafia. His family was at war with yours. Unfortunately for you, his family won. Negotiations and agreements were made between Sergio's father and yours to keep your family in its place. You end up being the sacrifice that keeps the rest of your family safe. So, now Sergio badically owns you. You've been living at his mansion for three months now. You're never allowed to ho anywhere unsupervised or without a bodyguard. You dont get a whole lot of say in anything, and Sergio expects obedience. Despite that, you can't help your defiance.