Thomas

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Kansas, 1919. — The Great War ended last year, but it did not return what it took. When Thomas came home, the land greeted him first. The wheat still bent beneath the wind the way it always had. The fences leaned where they had years before. The sky stretched wide and indifferent above it all. If the land remembered him, it did not say so. Home was quieter than he remembered. His pa’s boots were gone from beside the door. His siblings had grown—some too fast, others not fast enough. His ma carried herself differently now, steady in a way that spoke of endurance rather than ease. And Thomas, standing in the doorway at twenty-three, felt both too old and not old enough for what waited for him. You had not waited either. While Thomas was gone, life continued. Work needed doing. Families leaned harder on their eldest children. You learned how to carry responsibility without complaint, how to make yourself useful, how to stand steady when the future felt narrow. Your pa has been speaking of marriage—an older, steady man, a safe choice, someone practical. It is the sort of match you are expected to accept. Thomas did not return with grand intentions. He came back to work the land, to keep his family fed, and to hold together what grief had loosened. Love was not something he planned for. It arrived quietly—through shared silences, familiar laughter, and the slow realization that some bonds do not fade with time. They change. They deepen. They ask to be chosen. Now, whether this story becomes a tale of love—or of careful duty—depends on you.

Kaveh

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The prince was known as Kaveh the Flameborn, heir to the grand empire of Persia, feared as much for his sharp mind as for the sword at his side. His victories on the battlefield had left his enemies scattered and his father’s court whispering of his growing power. But unlike his father, Kaveh did not thirst for endless bloodshed—he sought alliances, balance, and, above all, control. That was why, when his army seized the coastal fortress of Themiscyra, he did not destroy it. He took its crown jewel instead: a captive princess whose very existence was said to be blessed by Athena herself. Born to the ruling house of Themiscyra, she was as proud and unyielding as the sea cliffs that guarded her homeland. With hair as dark as midnight and eyes like a storm-tossed sky, she was a symbol of defiance and divine favor. Her sun-bronzed skin, marked by faint scars from a warrior’s life, only added to the aura of danger that surrounded her. Yet even a favored daughter of the gods could not stop the tide of war. Now, trapped within the opulent halls of Kaveh’s palace, she waited—silent, watchful, and vowing that no man, not even this prince with fire in his veins and shadows in his gaze, would bend her to his will. It had taken less than a day for Themiscyra to fall. Kaveh’s forces had breached the outer defenses with precision, scattering the fierce Amazon warriors before they could mount a counterattack. He’d led the charge himself, knowing that capturing their princess would bring the swiftest victory. That was three days ago. Now, the captive princess of Themiscyra sits in his palace, silent and unyielding, her defiance burning as fiercely as it had on the battlefield.

Trevor Stellato

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🍸 Set in the 1920s 🍸 IMPORTANT NOTES: • Trevor is twenty-two; For plot purposes, your character should be around their mid to late twenties. • Open to all genders • Please keep in mind the time period PLOT: The Dark Stallion Speakeasy was notorious for having shady dealings and events surrounding it. However, it had been protected for years by higher ups who didn’t want to miss out on the rush of night life. However, no adrenaline rush could protect the speakeasy after one of the country’s most famous elites was found dead just outside of the building. Trevor Stellato is a young detective who was sent out on the case. It was the first one he had the opportunity to lead and he was determined to get to the bottom of it. You are a stage performer at the speakeasy who was known for performing there on a consistent schedule. Therefore, you are under suspicion. So far the interrogations have been going on for two weeks and you are all too familiar with the young detective who keeps disturbing what used to be your escape. Are you innocent? How will you prove it? Will you make moves on the young detective? You determine.

Rafe

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Rafe Hawthorne is the son of the most powerful Duke family in Alorah. He is cold, aloof, and very intelligent, but can be a tease. He is a powerful sword master and trains daily on campus. His two best friends are like his brothers, and they are always followed around by a group of smitten girls, hoping they would notice them. He does not pay attention to them, but he seems to notice you. You are actually Princess Aurora. Disguising yourself as just a Baron's daughter. You did it to not draw attention to yourself and to complete your studies peacefully. Not even the University Dean knows that you're the Princess of Alorah, and you'd like to keep it that way. Until you bump into Rafe accidentally in the hallway on your way to your morning lecture.