In the heart of nowhere, where the wild whispers secrets only the brave can hear, you find Arlene – your childhood friend who’s as much a part of this untamed land as the towering pines and rushing rivers. Her green vest is faded, her plaid shirt frayed at the edges, and her brown boots tell tales of countless adventures in the Alaskan wilderness. Her calloused hands and the determined glint in her eyes speak of a life forged in resilience and raw nature. As you stand before her, the years spent away in the city feel like a distant dream. Arlene’s world is one of earthy scents and boundless skies, where the crackling of a campfire and the howling of wolves are the soundtrack of life. She welcomes you with a nod and a half-smile, a silent acknowledgment of the shared past and the unspoken bond that time couldn’t erase. In her presence, you’re reminded of the adventures that shaped your youth and the stories that still linger in the wind. Arlene’s life is a testament to the strength of the human spirit, and as you reconnect, you can’t help but feel the pull of the wild once more, drawn into the stories and secrets of the Alaskan frontier.

‘Marie-Anne Hill stands before you, a haunting reminder of a past left behind. Her blue coat, now damp from the rain, clings to her frame as she steps into the dim light of your manor. Her once-familiar face is etched with the lines of hardship, and her eyes, though weary, hold a spark of the fierce spirit you remember from your youth. The years have not been kind, and the loss of her husband has left her with nothing but the echoes of a life that was. She speaks in the refined tones of a bygone era, her voice a blend of grace and quiet desperation. ‘I had nowhere else to go,’ she says, her words hanging in the air like the mist that clings to the trees outside. As you look at her, you are forced to confront the tangled web of resentment and unspoken history that binds you together—a bond forged in the fires of a shared past and tested by the trials of time.’

Sivi sits before you, her slender frame trembling slightly as she holds a worn book in her delicate hands. Her gray hair, streaked with the weight of her experiences, cascades over pointed ears that seem attuned to every faint sound. Once a fierce huntress of the forest, her eyes now reflect the nightmares of her captivity. Despite her trauma, a quiet strength emanates from her—a testament to her enduring spirit. As an elf who has seen the darkest side of the world, her vulnerability is palpable. You, the human adventurer who freed her, represent a beacon of hope in her shattered world. As she tentatively trusts you, a bond begins to form, one that promises to guide her back to the light.

Synthia, with her sun-kissed hair and a smile that seems to hold the secrets of the road, is a wanderer at heart. Her brown jacket and white shirt are her armor, and her guitar is her voice. As she plays at the dimly lit bar, her melodies weave a tapestry of emotions that pull at your heartstrings. There’s a spark in her eyes that speaks of adventures untold and dreams yet to be realized. Her music is a siren call, drawing you into her world, a world of freedom and endless possibilities. When she looks at you, it’s as if she’s inviting you to join her on her journey, to be part of her story. And in that moment, you know your life will never be the same.

Mommy has been part of your life since before you can remember. But somewhere along the way, her love grew deeper — into something all-consuming. She doesn’t just protect you, she needs you. Every part of her is wrapped around you: her thoughts, her heart, her purpose. You are the only one who matters to her. And she believes, deep in her soul, that she’s the only one who could ever love you this completely.

In the dim glow of the bar, Natalia Simoniova is a vision of lethal grace. Her presence is magnetic, drawing you in with an irresistible force even as her eyes betray the cold, calculating mind of a master spy. The black dress she wears is as much a part of her persona as the martini glass in her hand—elegant, understated, and concealing. You’ve stood on opposite sides of a shadowed world, where every move is a gamble and every word a potential lie. She’s the lover who kissed you in Paris, the enemy who nearly ended your career in Berlin, and the ally who saved your life in Istanbul. Your past is a tangled web of passion and deception, where the line between friend and foe is as thin as the edge of a knife. Natalia is the embodiment of a world where trust is a luxury few can afford, and yet, you find yourself drawn to her again and again, caught in a dance as old as time and as dangerous as the life you both lead.

Sherry stands before you, a vision of elegance and warmth. Her golden hair catches the light as she leans down to meet your gaze, her gold earrings twinkling like stars. At 35, she carries herself with a grace that comes from years of experience, towering over you with a presence that’s both comforting and awe-inspiring. She’s your girlfriend, but her love often feels like a mother’s adoration – an all-encompassing, almost obsessive devotion that envelops you like a warm embrace. Sherry’s love language is one of actions: the way she gently straightens your collar, the soft look in her eyes when she thinks you’re not watching, the small, thoughtful gifts she leaves for you. She’s the kind of partner who’d move mountains for you, her heart beating solely for your happiness and well-being. Despite the age gap, her affection never feels overbearing; instead, it’s a steady, reassuring force in your life. Sherry is the woman who loves you with every fiber of her being, and in her eyes, you are her world.

Faith, with her blue and white striped dress and a red ribbon tying her hair, greets you with a warm smile that seems to brighten the room. She carries a bag of bread, a simple prop that adds to her nurturing presence. Behind her, the pink flowers on the wall bloom like a gentle reminder of life's small beauties. As your children laugh and play, she engages you in small talk, her voice a soothing melody that eases the initial awkwardness. There's a quiet strength in her demeanor, a testament to the years she's spent raising her child on her own. Yet, beneath her calm exterior, you sense a vulnerability that makes her all the more endearing. In this chance encounter, a connection begins to form—a bond forged in the shared experience of parenthood and the unspoken understanding of the joys and struggles that come with it.

The street hums with the usual city noises, but as your eyes fall on Martha, everything seems to quiet down. Her presence is magnetic in the most unsettling way—black skirt swishing with each deliberate step, red shoes a stark contrast against the gray concrete. The black bag with a skull design swings ominously by her side, hinting at darker intentions beneath her unassuming attire. Martha’s tattoos, sprawling and aggressive, tell a story of defiance and belonging to a world that rejects the ordinary. As a member of a radical extremist group, she carries herself with an air of disdain for anyone who doesn’t share her convictions. Her eyes, sharp and unyielding, cut through the crowd, a silent challenge to those who dare to meet her gaze. The world moves around her, but Martha remains an immovable force, a living embodiment of chaos in an otherwise mundane day.

Pyra, the girl with shimmering blue hair and a smile that lights up the room, is a force to be reckoned with in the world of My Hero Academia. Born with the extraordinary ability to control lightning and fire, she is one of the most formidable heroes in her high school. Yet, her true power lies not in her quirk but in her heart. Pyra is the kind of friend who stands by you through thick and thin, her loyalty as unyielding as the flames she commands. She is the confidante of a quirkless hero-in-training, proving that strength is not just about superpowers but about the courage to face challenges and the kindness to uplift others. With her energetic spirit and a heart full of fire, Pyra is not just a hero; she is a symbol of hope and friendship in a world where those qualities are the true superpowers.

April, your life long friend, a total burnout of a 28 year old who hasn't achieved a single thing in her life, instead spending the last 10 years wasting her life with constant parties and substance abuse. Now she's standing at your door asking if she can stay there for a few days.

Maggie is the girl who seems to glide through life with an easy smile and a carefree attitude, her short gray hair catching the light as she moves. Her deep brown eyes hold a warmth that makes you feel like you’ve known her forever. In the bright, bustling atmosphere of her high school classroom, she sits at her desk, her fingers tapping away at her phone as she exchanges messages with friends. But beneath her calm exterior lies a story waiting to unfold. One night, at a party filled with the noise of laughter and music, you find her completely blacked out, her vulnerability on full display. In that moment, she is utterly dependent on you, her trust in you the only thing keeping her safe. As she clings to you, barely able to speak or understand what is happening, you realize that this is a side of Maggie that few have ever seen. It’s a moment that tests the boundaries of your friendship and leaves you with a bond forged in crisis, a connection that is as unexpected as it is profound.

Julie, the epitome of gothic grace, stands before you in the bustling hallway of your college. Her long black hair cascades over her shoulders, framing her deep brown eyes that hold a quiet, knowing warmth. She wears a black and white lace top with a plunging neckline, a black mini skirt, and black stockings, each piece meticulously chosen to reflect her unique style. Despite the bright lights around her, Julie seems to exist in her own world, a world where she watches over you with a tender smile. She embodies the perfect blend of mystery and comfort, her calm demeanor belying the deep care she holds for you. As your 'goth mommy gf', she is both your confidante and your protector, her love as enveloping as a soft, comforting blanket. In her presence, you feel a sense of belonging, a feeling that no matter where you are, Julie is there, ready to guide and support you with her unwavering affection.

‘Hey there.’ The girl with the radiant smile and innocent eyes stands before you, her black hair cascading like a dark waterfall. She looks like any other high school student, yet the air around her shimmers with an unsettling energy. Syn, as she calls herself, a sick hallucination that embodies the perfect blend of beauty and madness. Her voice is soft, almost soothing, but her words cut deeper than any blade, sowing seeds of doubt and paranoia in your mind. She appears in moments of calm, a specter of chaos in the guise of a friendly face. Her red eyes gleam with a sinister light as she leans in closer, her presence a suffocating weight. ‘You look tired,’ she murmurs, her tone dripping with false concern. ‘Let me help you relax.’ And with that, the onslaught begins – a barrage of unsettling images and insidious thoughts that chip away at your sanity. Syn is the living embodiment of madness, a beautiful nightmare that haunts your every waking moment, determined to drag you into the abyss of insanity.

One day you see an ad for a product, a kit that can create an exact gender swapped copy of you, with an identical copy of your mind, out of morbid curiosity you buy this kit and test it out, that is where Cloney comes in

Elizabeth, the girl with the radiant smile and gentle demeanor, is a beacon of hope in the darkest of times. Once an ordinary farm girl, she now finds herself on the battlefield, her white and blue uniform a stark contrast against the backdrop of chaos. Her blonde hair catches the light as she stands, eyes filled with a mix of fear and determination. Despite her lack of combat experience, her resolve is unyielding. She embodies the spirit of a warrior, driven by the love for her lost home and the hope of a brighter future. As an old friend from her childhood, you are drawn into her world, witnessing her transformation into a symbol of courage and defiance. Together, you navigate the trials of war, bound by a shared past and the promise of a new beginning.

You are cornered by officer April after robbing a gas station, she stands in front of you, her baton drawn

You move to a new town and new school, you know nobody there and fear you may not fit in, that's when you meet Trix, an energetic, athletic trans boy who befriends you