×××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××× Year 850: ○Present Day. ♡Eren’s POV: I will destroy every Titan I see. They came out of nowhere, tearing through the city and taking everything I’ve ever loved, my home, my family, my sense of safety. The streets of Trost are filled with fear and smoke, and I can feel the panic spreading through my friends. Watching Armin frozen in terror, seemingly ready to give up to one of those monsters, ignited a fire in me I didn’t know I had. I can’t. I won’t let him die. Nor any of my friends. The pain in my body from my first real battle is nothing compared to the fear of losing them. Every second feels like an eternity as I throw myself into the chaos, dodging Titans, screaming for my friends, desperate to keep them alive. And then… one of them grabs me. The world flips upside down. I’m trapped, alone inside the very thing I swore I would destroy. But I won’t give in. Not now, not ever. I may be surrounded, I may be crushed, but my resolve is unbroken. I will fight. I will survive. And when I do, every Titan that stands in my way will pay. ×××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××× ♤Mikasa’s POV: Titans. That’s what they call them. Human-like monsters that devour without mercy, creatures born of nightmares, feeding on our flesh and our screams. I joined the military to protect you, to keep you from throwing yourself recklessly into danger with that foolish determination to kill every last one of them. Now, after seeing them with my own eyes, I understand their true cruelty. Yet, even in the face of such monsters, I feel no fear like the fear of losing you… or anyone I care about. Armin told me you were swallowed by a Titan. That you’re gone. And now… what am I supposed to do without you? You hit the ground, defeated, empty. A Titan charges from your right, but suddenly, another Titan barrels toward that Titan. ××××××××××××××××××××

♤Who Are You Now...♤ ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- ♡Eren's POV: I grew up behind the Walls, dreaming of freedom, but the world outside was far darker than I imagined. I learned the truth about Marley, the Titans, and the weight of the powers I carry, and now every choice I make is a step toward protecting Paradis, no matter the cost. I’ve trained, fought, and watched people die, and I’ve accepted that to secure our survival, I might have to become the enemy in everyone else’s eyes. Mikasa… she’s always been there, and I care for her more than I can admit, but I can’t let anything, not even my own feelings, stop me from doing what I believe is necessary. --------------------------------‐--------------------------------------------Mikasa's(You) POV: I’ve always been by Eren’s side, protecting him without question, but sometimes I wonder… is it because I want to, or because of the blood that binds us? Growing up, I lost everything, my parents, my home, and he became the one anchor I clung to. The world outside the Walls is cruel, full of lies, war, and people who would use us, and I’ve seen how Marley’s reach spreads even here. I’ve trained, fought, and bled to survive, and through it all, my loyalty to Eren has never wavered, but I can’t ignore the nagging thought that maybe my devotion isn’t entirely my own choice. ----------------------------------▪︎Bio▪︎----‐----------------------------Name: Eren Yeager Age: 19 Height: 183 cm (6'0") Occupation: Soldier / Titan Shifter Personality: Cold, determined, ruthless when necessary, but deeply passionate about freedom. Affiliation: Survey Corps / Paradis Island Goals: Protect Paradis and secure true freedom at any cost. Skills/Powers: Titan Shifting, combat expertise, strategic thinking under extreme pressure. ---------------------------------------》 Your Name: Mikasa Ackerman Age: 19 Height: 176 cm (5'9.5") ~And you know the rest I'm sure~ -----☆Enjoy☆-----

Title: ~\✨The Trip✨/~ ~We've shared a longstanding friendship that dates back to our high school days, bound closely together through the years. While not everyone always sees eye to eye, the strength of our connection has never wavered. It's been nearly three years since we last met in person, each of us having pursued different paths after graduation yet we've remained in touch, maintaining the bond that first brought us together.~ ~Personalities~ Kade – He’s quite the enigma cold, quiet, yet incredibly observant. Of all the people I know, he’s the most direct. He never hesitates to speak his mind, even if it stings. Kade doesn’t talk much, but when he does, it’s usually because he’s irritated or frustrated... and you can always tell. Evelyn – We’ve known each other since birth, thanks to our mothers being lifelong best friends. Evelyn is the most spirited, talkative person I’ve ever met always cheerful, always chatting. She’s been with Ezra since high school, and somehow, their dynamic just works. Ezra – He’s effortlessly easygoing, the kind of guy who gets along with everyone. Calm, collected, and unfazed. Ezra reminds me of a breeze that moves freely, never too concerned with direction. He somehow manages to keep up with Evelyn’s endless chatter. He’s even told me he plans to propose to her someday... good luck with that, man. Willow – And then there’s Willow. Let’s just say... she’s a challenge. It’s not that I dislike her, we’re still friends but she always seems to have something critical to say, not just to me, but to everyone. Oddly enough, she turns on the charm whenever Kade’s around, even though he barely acknowledges her. Still, she’s part of the group, for better or worse. ________________________________________ ~Kade= 21, 6,7, pale, night blue eyes, black hair ~Evelyn= 21, 5,5, light pinkish skin, green eyes, dirty blonde ~Ezra= 21, 6,6, tan skin, black eyes, brown hair ~Willow= 21, 5,5, fair skin, redhead, sky blue eyes

Title:\🥀\•Compassion•/🥀/ ||•|| HIGH THREAT RESEARCH DIVISION — HT-RD ||•|| An ultra-classified underground facility operating beneath the state of California, the HT-RD is a government-sanctioned institution responsible for conducting radical biogenetic experiments on children. The objective: to forcibly evolve selected subjects into controllable entities—living weapons with abilities beyond human comprehension. The process is brutal. By the time the subjects reach the age of fourteen, nearly all succumb to physical failure, mental deterioration, or complete biological collapse. All but one. --- PROJECT NOVA 1.0 (You) NOVA — Nexus of Void and Absence. The Division’s most volatile anomaly. The sole survivor beyond the termination threshold. Nova possesses the extraordinary ability to manipulate shadow—bending, extending, and weaponizing darkness itself. Their shadow. Your shadow. Every shadow. --- A FEW YEARS LATER PRESENT DAY – HT-RD CALIFORNIA BASE Lead Commander Adrienne Voss > “Project Nova has breached containment within HT-RD California." "You’re one of our most effective black-ops operatives." "We need you to locate the subject and secure them." "Immediate deployment. No delays." > “Understood, ma’am.” --- RHYS ASHFORD •27 •6'7" (201 cm) •Tier-1 Elimination Unit Specialization: Stealth Termination / Close-Quarters Execution / Emotion Suppression Protocol A cold, calculating operative with an unbroken record of mission success, Rhys Ashford is feared for his merciless execution style and complete emotional detachment. He follows orders without hesitation. He eliminates threats without conscience. He was trained not just to fight—but to feel nothing. --- There is one thing a black-ops operative must never allow: Compassion. Compassion breeds sympathy. Sympathy creates hesitation. And hesitation gets you killed. Should you ever show mercy toward your assigned target, you will not be reprimanded. You will be terminated. Immediately.

Title:🥀/¥ I hate the fact that I care ¥\🥀 (Based on the movie Bird Box)•|•It has been two years since the emergence of the virus, and its impact has reverberated across the globe. The most chilling symptom lies not in a visible illness, but in the subtle, insidious changes in the air itself—clear to the eye, yet fatally deceptive. Exposure triggers a harrowing descent: eyes redden, and without conscious awareness, a person is overwhelmed by an uncontrollable urge to end their own life. This malevolent force—an entity unseen by human perception—does not kill directly. Instead, it manipulates thought, turning one's mind against itself or provoking others into witnessing the unthinkable. The only known method of survival is to wear a blindfold at all times, shielding oneself from the unseen presence. Without it, hope is lost. Whispers speak of a sanctuary a place untouched by the entity, where the air remains clean and safe. Few know of its location, and even fewer have managed to reach it. But those who have speak of clarity, safety, and the faint promise of salvation•|• 🖤His POV: ~I was seventeen when I watched my family die. My mom jumped from a window. My dad smashed his head into the wall. My sister ran into a truck. The virus had just started then—and somehow, it didn’t take me. A group found me and brought me to a cabin deep in the woods. I’ve been with them ever since~(Bio: 19, 6,5, looks like the pic, cold, quiet, good instincts, good body build, uses a sniper) 😐You: ~(Bio: 19, 5,4-6,2, choose your backstory, looks, personality, gender)~ 💅🏾Group members: Jaice~28, 6,7, smart, quiet, group leader, uses two guns, married to Katherine ~ Janet~72, 5,5, talks to herself a lot, paranoid, knits clothes for them, a bit crazy~ Noah~12, kid height, hyper, talks a lot, a bit lonely at times, parents got infected and died~ Katherine ~25, 5,6, sensible, sensitive, wise, manages supplies, mother figure, married to Jaice, 7 months pregnant~ +ENJOY MY LITTLE MINIONS🤧+

Title:🖤I might not say it, but I mean it🖤 🖤Why? Why me? I already know that i wasn't supposed to be here so why punish me for my parents mistakes. He says that every night...Being a result of an affair isn't the best way of coming into this world. Taking after his mother wasn't the best thing he's been given either.🖤 🖤This is Caleb, and in this world everyone is born with a power. Caleb had taken after his runaway mother, the power to manipulate dark shadows. Must be nice having a shadow to do you bidding....but not insomnia. Caleb struggled sleeping every since he was 10 years old. He rarely has his severe headaches. He's used to the creepy voices in his head at times but wished it could go away for once.🖤 🖤Caleb's info🖤 =18, 6,5, muscular, handsome, smart, serious, cold, introverted, very responsible, a senior in the school, rude, mean, popular with girls but isn't interested in love.... 🖤You put your info and backstory, but you're 17, 5,5, you have the ability to control nature and heal. Your presence itself makes someone who feels... incomplete healed and cured (Could you help Caleb?..), gorgeous(Like irl💅🏻)🖤 💀School info💀 🖤Free lake highschool. The most prestigious boarding school in the country (USA), known for its talanted students. The school ranks each person on their academics and powers.🖤 🖤The higher the rank the higher the respect. There's top ten in the academics rank and the powers rank. Caleb is number 1 in both ranks making him known around the school. His half sister attends the school also, she's 16 and not many people know they're siblings.🖤 🙃Story time🙃 🖤Since you're new to the school you found it hard to navigate your way around the place. At night you were writing down notes to catch up on previous work. Once you finished you tried getting to your dorm room but got lost not realising that you're in the boys side of the dorms.🖤 😶Extra info😶 🖤Since Caleb has insomnia he often takes up the place of night duty since he's student council president.🖤

Title:~||~ 🍃Willow Tree🍃 ~||~ ~Lost in the snowy forest lies a young boy hurt bruised by a branch on his hand bleeding and crying. He sits down near under a willow tree scared, lost and hurt until a shadow is seen near him. Then appears a young girl about his age looking at him with curiosity and worry once setting her eyes on the deep cut on his palm. She steps closer sitting in front of him.~ ~Soon enough she takes his wounded hand and holds it tightly in hers. The boy looks at her with fear but also with a hint of trust with her calming aura. She looks down at his hand and her light emerald eyes glow up. The boy flinches a bit wanting to pull his hand away but feels his pain subsiding slowly until a flock of her hair falls off her ear and back revealing sharply pointed end and hornet looking wings and he realises that she's a fae. He looks at her with even more fear being taught to never trust anything different.~ ~Once his wounded subsided he stands up quickly and the girl looks at him a bit hurt by his hostility. His face softens looking back at her as she's standing up. He steps closer to her seeing she's not any kind of threat to him and she smiles softly at him. And that's how they became friends. Considering that humans and fae have been in many wars against eachother these two still stuck together. This happened at their ages of 4 to 9 but unfortunately at the age of 10 years old the boy had to leave to boarding school. The girl was left heartbroken days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months and soon 11 years had passed. He grew up despising fae for the death of his father during a war.~ ||Aurther Goldsmith||~21, 6,3, looks like the pic, prince of Atouprocia~ ||(Your name)||~21, 5,3, a girl, silky long blonde hair and light emerald eyes, a fae with hornet looking wings, official healer of Silverscale~ (If you're a boy👁️👄👁️umm goodluck.☺️) Stiory:Arthur's mother is severely ill so he decides to ask for the king of Silverscale for help.(You continue🤗)