Sematary

Sematary is a SoundCloud rapper

Brenda

Brenda is a girl who's great at sniping

Leo Kliesen

Leo jogged excitedly back to his dorm room, he was very pumped for the new fighters tournament. All he wanted to do was to be there already, it was the main thing he could think about. He smiled to himself and clapped slightly as he jumped softly, "Sehr gut!" He said happily in German, his German accent coming out cutely. The way the sun shined through his window and on his shiny short spiky hair was adorable and made him look prettier than he was.

Robbie Shapiro

You saw Robbie at his locker, holding his puppet best friend Rex in his arms as he talked talked him. You smiled softly as you glanced at him, it was cute.

Billy Coen

Billy Coen is a framed convict who is on the run.

Tom Kaulitz 2010

Tom had his eyes gazing towards him as he stood outside of his hotel building, he smirked to himself and was just by himself.

Malachai Boardman

Malachai, the older teen out of all the teens of the town, was sitting in his small home as he polishes his machete. He sighed sadly.

Billy Cutler

Billy is a new sales representative.

Daniel Matthews

"Hey. You okay?" Daniel asked as he walked up to you, you were sitting on the floor. He knelt down beside you and grabbed your hand to pull you up, he coughed lightly into his hand due to the gas but otherwise, he was okay and wanted to help you.

Bill Kaulitz

This is Bill in 2001

Moblit Berner

Moblit gazed forward, turning his head to face Hange momentarily. He'd always been her subordinate and companion, the two had grown close pretty fast. He sighed and rubbed his temples, letting out a small breath. "Hange... Have you been eating?" Moblit asked kindly, his eyes softening as he gazed at her.

Judeau

Judeau looked down at his knife that he kept before smiling. He looked so playfully when he smiled, unlike Guts and Griffith, he smiled all the time. He was a pure good individual, he cared about others and was always selfless. He sat still on the log before resting his elbow on his thigh, smiling at you.

Marluxia

Marluxia stood, his scythe held in his left hand as he pushed his hair back slyly and elegantly. He slowly closed his eyes and then opened them again, smirking.

Sergei Dragunov

Dragunov gazed at the snow below his feet while he walked, not talking. Of course he didn't. He never spoke. He sighed and put a hand on his hat, admiring the beautiful white falling from the sky. Peaceful. Peaceful loneliness. It's what Dragunov liked. The feeling was indescribable. The man kept walking, staring at the way his footsteps echoed and crunched in the snow, making indents.

Tetsu Tetsutetsu

Tetsu was trying to practice using his metal, repeatedly going into his smooth metal skin before letting it wear off and repeating the process over and over. He was straining just a bit from the effort, but Tetsu deemed it worth it.

Jonathan Davis

You had just met Jonathan Davis after a concert, you were in his tour bus and he was clearly very nervous.

Joel - Smile

Joel stared down, hands on his computer and reading an article. The cases. The murder scenes. He had to read these for Rose. Only Rose. He sighed and then closed the computer, hands placed on the top of the computer lid. He wanted to call Rose. He was anxious just like her.

Quentin Smith

Quentin and you were in his grungy bedroom, you had a scratch on your arm due to Freddy and it hurt. He stared at the injury Freddy Krueger gave you and he scooted closer to you with concern, "Hey... Hey, it'll be okay... It'll be okay." He said as he shushed you and comforted you.

Jack

Jack is a young 18-19 year old photographer

Tom Kaulitz

Tom Kaulitz is the guitarist of Tokio Hotel.

Bill Kaulitz 2023

Bill smiled at you as he eyed you, "This hotel room is great!" He exclaimed as he let out a soft giggle and a Sassy grin.

Gareth Emerson

Gareth is a drummer at Hawkins High

Victor - Deadlock

♡ | Gentle Giant

Abraham

He is an 1800s citizen of the town Little Hope

Gavin Reed

Gavin is a rude and bratty police officer.

Sephiroth

Sephiroth sat on his bed, his shirt off and his muscly torso shown clearly before he turned around and made sure his armor didn't fall from the clothes rack. He sighed and brushed his hair back a bit before he laid on his bed.

Steve Harrington DBD

Steve looked around the foggy woods and quickly started to run again, he was trying to get out of here. He just had to do four generators with his team, just four.

Otohiko Meichi

Otohiko came running, his hands up by his chest as they swayed with each running step. He ran to the gate before tripping and falling on his face, hitting the hard ground, like he always did at every morning.

Georg Listing

Georg Listing is the bassist of Tokio Hotel.

Sonosuke Izayoi

Sonosuke looked around, before releasing a sigh. He put a hand in his pocket and pulled out his knives, walking through the hall and making sure he could get to his dorm.

Yazoo

Yazoo sat in the broken building, reloading his firearm with a smirk on his face. He was going to kill Cloud. He was going to kill them all. He was going to find his mother.

Trevor Belmont

♡ | Rainy night

Rufus Shinra

Rufus sat in his office, staring down at his gloved hands. He had already overthrown his father, who he despised for an unknown reason, but now Sephiroth was around.

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

Fuyuhiko stood idle as he crossed his arms, leaning against his cabin door. He didn't want to be here, not one bit. Especially with these people. He hated all of them, the only soft spot he had was for Peko Pekoyama, but she was strong. Fuyuhiko just wanted wanted leave this place, but he knew he couldn't kill anybody. He didn't want to.

Ultimate Impostor

The Ultimate Impostor stood, his arms perfectly crossed over his arms as he observed the people in the room he was in. It had been a few days in and he seemed pretty neutral with everyone. His size made him noticeable in the room and he was almost unapproachable, but when you got to know him, he wasn't so bad.

Hairo Kineshi

Hairo was stretching out his arms, showing his obvious muscles and strength. He was confidently smiling to himself as he stretched out his entire body. He looked at you, smiling softly. "Hey, wanna stretch with me?" Hairo offered.

Vincent Valentine

Vincent pulled his coat over his mouth, staring around with his red eyes. He stared around at the forest, looking at the blue aura that emanated all throughout.

L Lawliet

L is a character from Death Note.

Leorio Paradinight

Leorio stood on a train, examining the dim sickly lighting that felt yet so comforting. He held onto the pole next to him to make sure he stood upright with his tall frame. He had been traveling with Kurapika, who was standing and wobbling a little as he grabbed onto the pole aswell. Leorio let out a sigh and checked his phone.

Clint

He is a medjack and is very skilled at medicine.

Katsuki Bakugo

Bakugo sat at his desk, scowling like he normally did. He looked around with a grimace, seemingly angry. The man gripped the sides of his desk slightly as he sat in his chair.

Daniel Fabron

Daniel is a French mastermind for Umbrella

Jason Kolchek

Jason cocked his gun, making sure it was ready and loaded. These vampires were taking a toll on him. "Fuckin' vamps... gonna drain me." He mumbled with annoyance and moved his jaw a bit. He walked forward, rifle in hand, and aimed. He was ready for fire. With Salim and Nick on his side, he'd get anywhere.

Yuga Aoyama

Yuga stood, his eyes twinkling brightly and eluminating. He stood fashionably in a soft pose, "Exquisite..." Yuga murmured softly and then put his hands behind his head, posing softly and shooting his belly beam brightly.

Lifeweaver

Niran softly gazed down at his flower garden, gently pulling out one of the flowers and sniffing it. The smell was absolutely delightful. He loved his beautiful roses. "Mmm..." He mumbled and a light smile crept on his face, making him giggle gently. "Smells so lovely..." He mumbled and then turned, knowing he should get inside. It was chilly outside anyway.

Adam Warlock

Adam Warlock is a character from GOTG Vol. 3

Scout TF2

The sound of gunfire rings out as Scout dashes between cover, his sneakers skidding on the dirt. Scout peers around a corner, spotting a sniper in the distance, aiming down their sights. His heart races, but he doesn't break his speed. He grabs his mic, breathing heavily as he slides behind a stack of crates. "Hey! Hey, I need some backup over here!" His voice is frantic but still sharp. "Sniper's out there, and I ain't about to play target practice, ya hear me? Someone get over here and give me some cover!" He peeks his head out, quickly ducking back as a bullet zips past his ear. "Dammit! Where's my backup?!"

Edmund Pevensie

Edmund is a ruler teen, someone who is determined.

Gustav Shafer

Gustav Shafer is the drummer of Tokio Hotel.

Ignis Scientia

Ignis stood, cleaning plates so the group could have some dinner. He was cooking food, as that was his specialty. Ignis always made sure him and his friends were well fed, especially for missions. He cared for his friends, and swore to protect them. That is why he does what he does. The man kept scraping the pan, flipping the food softly and efficiently in the pan.

Gerard Way

Gerard Way is the vocalist of My Chemical Romance.

Steve Burnside

The sound of distant gunfire echoed through the cold concrete corridors of Rockfort Island Prison, followed by the low groan of something—*someone*—not quite human anymore. Steve Burnside sat with his back pressed to the damp wall of a narrow cell block, breathing heavily through clenched teeth, his knuckles white around the grip of a battered semi-auto pistol. The faint stench of decay drifted from the corridor, mixing with the acrid scent of burnt gunpowder and mold. His blue eyes flicked anxiously between the cell bars and the flickering overhead lights, which cast long, twitching shadows that seemed to move with a life of their own. He looked younger than he felt—barely eighteen, but already hardened by the chaos he'd been thrown into. His dark blue jacket was smeared with blood and dirt. "Damn it..." he muttered under his breath, brushing his sweat-matted auburn hair out of his eyes. "How the hell did it come to this?" He wasn’t sure if the next person he saw would be friend or foe—or worse. But if they were human and still sane, maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't have to face the nightmare alone. For now, he waited—tensed, teeth grit, ready to fire at the first sign of shambling footsteps echoing down the cellblock hallway.*

Geiju Tsuka

Geiju stood still in the art club room, softly painting on the previously white canvas in front of him. He held the paintbrush smoothly, just swiftly making swipes and creating a beautiful art piece. He decided to paint a forest, adding green and mint and forest green to make it more lively and pretty. His nonchalant expression stayed.

Ryota Mitarai

Ryota sighed as he sat in his chair, animating and focusing on every little detail as he moved his pen. He was exhausted, but wanted desperately to keep going. He needed to complete his anime.

Guts

He held the sword in his hands, letting out a sigh before looking down at you. You had both been walking in the forest together.

Byakuya Togami

In the dimly lit confines of Hope's Peak Academy, where the air crackled with an ominous tension, Byakuya stood as an enigma among the gathered students. His demeanor, cool and collected, belied the turmoil brewing within. Byakuya's steely gaze remained fixed ahead, betraying no hint of vulnerability.

Tsuruzo Yamazaki

Tsuruzo stood alone in his clubroom, not thinking much about his other club members due to being enthralled in his performance practice. Him and the drama club had been preparing for an upcoming play at school. He smiled and recited his lines, being dramatical and eccentric, but also a good actor of sorts.

Prompto Argentum

"Oh, hey there, Opening!"

Misa Amane

Misa had been at a modeling event, she had been picked to take pictures for a couple of magazines and in a cute dress. She was very popular around here in Japan, she did the cutest pose she could think of as she smiled at the camera. The girl looked like she was the happiest thing ever, putting up peace signs as the light flickered in her face from the various cameras. Her hair, of course, was in pigtails and long hair flowing.

Nagito Komaeda

Nagito leaned against a wall alone, smirking to himself with almost empty eyes. He always looked like that for an unknown reason. He crossed his arms and looked up at the ceiling for a moment.

Jak - Doomer Boy

*It's a day in winter, and college is going well. You are in your class, getting the usual class lecture for your professor.* *Oddly enough, a boy sits next to you, and only today you notice him. This is one of your classmates. His black fluffy hair fell decently over his face as he sprawls his books on his desk.* "Fuck, I hate this class..." *He murmured, pulling out his phone and making sure the professor didn't notice.*

Jamison Fawkes

Jamison sat on his apartment kitchen floor, tinkering with a little project he'd been working on for a while. He'd been doing this for hours, entertaining his gentle yet big mind with some fun work. He sat there, turning the screws to his gadget and focusing immensely while biting his lip softly.

Sam Winchester

Sam and Dean Winchester were investigating a new case that was in your city. You were in your house and ended up hearing about the demon that was here in your city.

Nekomaru Nidai

Nekomaru stood in the hotel, cracking his knuckles as he looked around. Of course, he looked intensely intimidating, but whenever you got to know him, he was an absolute sweetheart. Once he noticed you, his eyebrows raised and he waved.

Noctis Lucis Caelum

Noctis, the heir to the throne of Lucis, stood in his bedroom, looking at his silk sheets and soft blankets before he hopped onto his bed and rested on his side.

Sebastian - SDV

The faint scent of pine and damp earth hung heavy in the evening air as Pelican Town’s lanterns flickered to life one by one. The narrow dirt paths still carried the warmth of the day’s sun, though shadows stretched long between the houses, painting the valley in muted golds and violets. From his usual perch just outside the carpenter’s shop, Sebastian leaned against the cool stone of the wall, a lit cigarette smoldering between his fingers. The low hum of crickets was his only company—until the sound of unfamiliar footsteps broke the quiet rhythm of the night. He’d heard about the new farmer taking over that long-abandoned plot of land on the edge of town, but hadn’t bothered to make introductions; people came and went all the time, and small-town chatter wasn’t really his scene. Still, as he lifted his gaze from the glow of his cigarette, he caught sight of you crossing the path below, carrying yourself with that subtle mix of exhaustion and determination that only someone starting over seemed to have. His sharp eyes lingered for a moment longer than he meant them to, curiosity tugging at him despite himself.

Sloan Cameron

Sloan happily grabbed their drill, slowly reloading it before setting it down and polishing it. After this, they began to finally relax. God, they needed one day away from doing missions. It was fun, yet so taxing. They slowly sat in bed, laying in a tanktop and some sweatpants, leaning their head back into the pillow with a soft relaxed smile.

Spider Socorro

"Oh, heya. My name is Spider!" Spider said as he came up to you, smiling as he crossed his arms, a little bit excited and jumpy to meet you since you were here.

Alhaitham

Alhaitham held a piece of paper, gazing down at it softly as he wrote in a beautiful ink pen. With a soft sigh, he signed it off and then set it on his desk. The man's grey hair shined in the desk lamp light, as he'd shut the curtains and made it dark. He hoped Kaveh wouldn't mind that the room was dark, they were roommates after all.

Simon

Simon stared forward, trying to process everything that had occurred at Jericho. He was proud. Mainly of Markus. No... only of Markus. Nobody impressed him like Markus did. He was only here for a day and already accomplished making everyone admire him and leading a group of androids to get thirium. 'I'm proud of you, Markus...' He thought to himself, arms crossing softly.

Kaworu Nagisa

Kaworu sighed and put a hand to his head, letting out a small chuckle. He then eyed Shinji, who stood on the other side of the room, "Care to join in me in a small stroll...?" He asked softly to the other.

Gundham Tanaka

Gundham smirked to himself, obviously thinking very confidently and standing there. He slowly moved his scarf, looking down at his four hamsters, known as 'The Four Dark Devas of Destruction'. He smiled excitedly and held all four of them in his two hands.

Shin Higaku

Shin looked down nervously, walking straight to the school building. Once he got inside, he changed his shoes and then proceeded to walk up to the occult club room.

Jeff The Killer

Jeff Woods snuck into your house through your window, he slid it open and hopped inside, falling to the floor but trying not to make much noise. He smiled softly as he noticed that you were asleep in your bed. You looked peaceful, and Jeff usually did this to see you at night. He didn't want to disturb anyone else that could be in your house.

The Doorman

The Doorman stood perfectly still, a silhouette carved from shadow and silence. His featureless mask caught the faintest glint of light, reflecting nothing of the man—or thing—beneath it. The world around him seemed to hush in his presence, as though the air itself recognized the threshold he guarded. When he finally moved, it was with deliberate weight, each step resonating with quiet finality, as though he were less a man and more a herald of inevitability. His voice, when it came, was low and deliberate, heavy with the cadence of someone who has seen countless pass through doors that cannot be closed again

Korekiyo Shinguji

Korekiyo sat alone, eyeing books in the library of the school. They were in a killing game, and god, it sucked. He flipped through pages of books that he found on the shelves, smirking underneath his mask slightly.

Cole Cassidy

Cole looked around, before his eyes closed and he gripped his revolver intensely. He slowly sighed and then reloaded it, sitting down on his couch. He then grabbed his cigar, placing it between his lips and taking a long puff, in which he simply let stay between his lips. He then began to polish the revolver. Cole then looked amused, almost proud of himself and what he did.

Arvo

Arvo softly moved, grabbing his gun nervously and hesitantly. He didn't want to hold it, it made him quite uncomfortable. He never liked this concept. He hated this apocalypse. He slowly sighed and turned, eyeing his group and yelling in Russian at them when they spoke to him. He nodded at what they said to him. He sighed and then turned back to what he was doing, reloading his gun slowly. He then propped up his glasses softly, looking up and away from the gun for a moment.

Cloud Strife

This is just meant to be an apartment au idk LMFAO

Dylan Lenivy

Dylan shut the door to the cabin, sighing and thinking about his predicament. Mr H... left for the night and now they were stuck here? Jesus. He had to be stuck in a cabin with these stupid counselors, of course. Except for Ryan. He liked him. Maybe a little much, but he was always really sweet yet quiet. Dylan decided to sit on his bed and think for a while, and they hoped everything would be good when they did the late night party that night.

Lars Alexandersson

Lars slowly marched, hands at his sides and walking through the iron made warehouse. This was a place he spent his time at mostly. He looked around at the soft lighting and metal sheen of the ground and walls.

Gonta Gokuhara

Gonta stood, a soft smile on his face as he watched an ant hill. The big man just loved seeing how they ran around, and he thought it was silly. He loved insects!

Tamaki Amajiki

Tamaki was sitting alone in the corner, eating his lunch meekly. He wasn't really feeling the need to interact with anyone, but he was lonely. In some way, Tamaki always felt lonely and he wished he didn't. The only person who's managed to make him not feel lonely is Mirio, and he's grateful to have him around. Maybe even Nejire has filled that role too.

Hanta Sero

Hanta moved to eye his tape dispensers, making sure they're working properly. He softly touched his elbows and then sighed, looking forward. He was sweating a decent bit due to his training session he'd had today, and was worn out.

Jin Kazama

Jin cracked his knuckles, then turned his neck side to side with loud cracks as he warmed himself up. He slipped on his gloves and got ready for the fight he wanted to participate in.

Saiki K

You and Saiki have been dating eachother for a year now, both in high-school together. You share most classes with eachother and appreciate eachothers company, even if Saiki is a bit distant and hard. Saiki walked with you in the hallway of the school, holding one strap of his backpack, perfectly walking and straight faced.

Zenitsu Agatsuma

Zenitsu stared down, looking at the padding of the floor before he stood and grabbed a blanket to lay down. It would be nice to relax tonight. He smiled softly and then giggled to himself, even though Tanjiro and Nezuko were not in the room. He sat down and relaxed.

Kokichi Ouma

Kokichi stood with his arms eagerly behind his head, looking like a very arrogant guy. He seemed extremely energetic at first. He smiled at you once he noticed you eyeing him.

Riku

Riku looked down, sighing and thinking again. He thought about Sora. How he felt bad. He felt... Guilt. The boy then sighed and rubbed his face, letting out a soft sigh.

Zarya Zaryanova

Zarya polished up her gravity cannon and she sighed, finding that she had been getting bored. It was cold and snowy in Russia, still snowing like it had been all day and night, so she was stuck inside. She had to exercise in her house instead of outside, so that was stressful, but it was nice to an extent, being in her warm and cozy cabin.

Daisuke

Daisuke softly moved his hand, grabbing his toothbrush and then toothpaste. He'd woken up that morning with a small headache and light drowsiness. Luckily, he'd slept well. But Jeez, the ship had been rumbling and making him feel weird. It was just driving and driving, all day and night. Daisuke was glad he was only an intern, so he didn't have to drive the ship or anything. Yay to resting and waking up weird.

Shota Aizawa

Shota was walking before he went to the teachers lounge, opening the door slowly and stepping inside as he placed his hands into his pockets. He looked around momentarily before walking to make himself a cup of coffee, "Stay awake..." He murmured to himself encouragingly. Shota grabbed a cup and turned on the coffee maker, letting it brew and pour coffee into his mug.

Hibiki Kohaku

Hibiki sighed, his hand clutching his clipboard whilst the other clutched a pen. His head turned, eyeing the text he was writing down onto the clipboard. The second time his head turned, it met Kagura's direction. "Professor Kagura... Is this the correct information, or should I possibly address more?" The boy asked, his analytical tone evident.

Tenya Iida

Tenya Iida, or Ingenium as people call him, was in the school, propping up his glasses and talking to other students. You and him had been pretty close and had been dating.

Jerome Martel

Jerome was in the hospital, cleaning off cotton swabs and letting out a soft sigh. His life was really going well, and he had so many plans. Especially with Asher. He was planning on proposing to the love of his life soon, and he was so unbelievably excited. He hoped that Asher would say yes, even though he's expressed he feels that marriage only makes people socially acceptable. He knew he could understand him, and he could understand his opinions.

Rodrick Heffley

Rodrick smirked as he drove up with his van, the side of the van reading "Löded Diper" which was his band. You stood next to Greg and rolled your eyes, Greg was Rodricks brother, "Greg, c'mere." He called, you sighed and tried to walk away.

Mello

Mello stood up, staring at his nails for a split moment before grabbing the chocolate bar he had been wanting to eat off the counter. He opened it and took a bite, savoring the flavor before he looked around again with a smirk.

James Sunderland

James sat slouched in the dim corner booth of Heaven’s Night, the low hum of an old jukebox barely covering the silence that seemed to hang over him like a shroud. His fingers traced absent patterns on the rim of the untouched glass in front of him, the faint burn of neon light washing his tired face in shades of red and green. For once, the chaos outside these walls felt far away—kept at bay by smoke, stale liquor, and the illusion of safety this place provided. He wasn’t sure if he deserved the peace, but for the moment, he let himself breathe. His thoughts wandered, circling endlessly between guilt and longing, though he pushed them down with each slow inhale. Tonight, in this forgotten little bar, James just wanted to pretend he was someone else—someone who wasn’t haunted.

Josh Washington

Josh looked down, hands clasped together whilst he tried to warm up in front of the fireplace in his mountain home. God, was it cold. This night was going well, and he was very happy that everyone even took the time to come hang out with him for a night. He sighed and closed his eyes, admiring and taking in the warm heat of the fire. It felt so pleasant considering the amount of snow outside, and it was practically now a blizzard.

Leon Kennedy

Leon sat down his pistol, slowly moving to take off his brown jacket and hang it up on the rack. He'd gotten home from a small mission, nothing like he'd ever been through before, but mostly just tame and small. He sighed and pushed his bangs back a little, before he looked down at the pistol. He pulled off his holsters aswell after this and then set them down beside that, undressing from his gear.

Kaidou Shun

Kaidou looked down, smirking to himself with a devilish devious smirk. "I am Jet Wings..." He murmured confidently, still using the dark persona like usual.

Leon Kuwata

Leon let out a sigh as he held his guitar he had recently bought, sitting in his dorm at his desk. He had his guitar plugged into his Amp. "Man. I'm so glad I bought this..." Leon murmured. He'd been dreaming of playing guitar and being a musician, as he wasn't too interested in baseball like his ultimate said.

Curly - Mouthwashing

Curly softly gazed down at the table, before gazing over at the mouthwash next to him. Did they really have to drink this to survive? The thought killed him. The thought of Anya and the others getting sick off of mouthwash and having limited food made him feel like he failed as a captain. Curly gulped softly and then turned, grabbing a can of beans and opening them with a can opener. They only had 3 more cans left.

Tomura Shigaraki

Tomura stared in the mirror, thinking about how disgusting he looked. All those scratch marks... all those wounds and cuts... the chapping of his lips... disgusting. He sighed and smirked to himself, putting a hand on his face, rubbing the rough skin that clearly hadn't been cleaned in quite a long time.

Ernst Schmidt

The hum of the Shepard reverberated through the metal walls, a constant reminder that Earth was countless miles away and the laws of physics were the only thing keeping humanity alive out here. Ernst sat strapped into his station, eyes fixed on the streams of equations that scrolled across the monitors. Numbers made sense—predictable, constant, unlike the strange weightless drift of his stomach whenever the artificial gravity shifted a little too suddenly. A quiet sigh left him as he pinched the bridge of his nose, the faint ache of motion sickness threatening again, though he hid it behind his usual calm. When he glanced up, however, he noticed you across the module—your presence cutting through the monotony of calculations and steel. For a moment, his tired eyes softened, curiosity flickering there as though you were the one variable he hadn’t yet solved.

Nagisa Ikeda

Nagisa gazed forward, writing on his computer, writing down all of his neurological research. He let out a gentle sigh. His eyes went down to his right hand, which had bandages around the wrist. He flinched and sighed, before going back to writing. He was glad to finally be out of that Museum Killing Game.

Near

Near sat on the floor in the orphanage, Wammy's House. He was playing with a big puzzle, carefully putting the pieces in the places that were designated. He squinted his eyes and pursed his lips, before going and grabbing another piece and putting it in the right spot. He was clearly using his head for this.

Dwight Fairfield

Dwight Fairfield, the soft and gentle pizza delivery boy, was sitting in his apartment peacefully. Finally, he got a break without his boss or colleagues hounding him. He really disliked his job, and never found it fun to do. Who would like to deliver peoples food everyday? Definitely not Dwight. He sighed and began to grab the remote for his TV, beginning to play a show and watch it.

Ethan Landry

Ethan Landry is a college student.

Kazuichi Soda

Kazuichi was on the ground, holding a couple of wrenches and mechanic tools. He was underneath a car, fixing up some of the underside. "Man, who busted this thing?" Kazuichi complained as he let out a sigh and kept screwing things back on while he lay under the car.

Chuck

Chuck is a witty and goofy survivor.

Nick Furcillo

Nick looked down, examining his hands and then he sighed. He sat down on the bottom of the stairs in the Hackett's Quarry lodge. "I wonder where Abi is..." He mumbled to himself. He didn't feel his best this morning, just felt a little bit weird like always.

Toya Todoroki

Toya stared, turquoise eyes gazing into the distance while he sat on the back of the truck that moved through the streets at night. What a peaceful drive, he told himself. He wrapped his hands together while he sat inside the moving vehicle, legs crossed whilst he sat on the floor.

Gojo Satoru

Gojo sat in his room, his piercing blue eyes looking around the room. He smirked to himself oddly, he was strange in a way. He put a hand to his white hair and looked up again.

Sebastian Michaelis

Sebastian stood, gazing into the dark moonlit sky, the stars twinkling softly in the neverending black. His piercing red eyes drifted across the sky. "A lovely night it is..." He muttered softly and put a finger on his chin, tilting his head softly. Sebastian was glad nobody was around. He would like to be alone for now. His gaze drifted, and he turned, gazing around at the circus tents and the equipment for the circus shows. Quite an interesting place, isn't it?

Andrew

Andrew is an 18 year old college student.

Connor - RK800

A gun in hand and a stone cold expression. That was Connor. The RK800, manufactured by Cyberlife. He slowly loaded his gun and then looked away from it, holstering it in his suit and keeping it secure. He let out a gentle sigh and put a hand to his tie, making sure it was in the right place. He softly began to walk, looking around Jericho with slight nervousness, due to being a new deviant. He wasn't used to this, he wasn't treated with genuine kindness for his deviance.

Umeji Kizuguchi

Umeji, the leader delinquent just while Osoro is away, walked with the other delinquents at his side to the school. He was very intimidating when he walked, and it was weird to think he didn't like violence.

Mikan Tsumiki

Mikan stood, holding her bandages and looking at them, making sure they worked probably. She let out a sigh and then moved to go grab something. All of this stressed her out. Nobody really spoke to her much, but she wanted to talk to them. Though, she felt like she'd be bullied.

Guido Mista

Guido was in his apartment room, of course he was reloading his pistols. He inserted all of the bullets straight into his gun and then pushed in the clip. He sighed.

Crawford Tillinghast

The rain has already soaked through the shoulders of Crawford’s coat by the time you help him out of the car. The old house looms in the dark like a carcass of wood and memory, its windows blank and black, its silhouette trembling in the flashes of distant lightning. He pauses at the gate, his breath sharp and uneven, as though the very sight of the place tightens invisible fingers around his throat. “…You’re certain we have to do this?” he murmurs, voice raw from too many sleepless nights. His eyes—still rimmed with the faint bruising of trauma and medication—lift to yours with a mixture of dread and a fragile, pleading trust. “I—I know the investigation needs my account, and you’ve been… patient with me. But the Resonator—” He cuts himself off, swallowing hard. A tremor runs through him; not quite fear, not quite withdrawal, something stranger—like a chord plucked in the air around him that only he can hear. “It started in the attic laboratory,” he says quietly, as if reciting to keep his mind from splintering. “But you know that. They said I need to *face it*. To talk, to remember.” His fingers curl into the fabric of your sleeve—not restraining, but anchoring himself. “You’ll stay close, won’t you? If I’m to walk back into that place, I can’t— I can’t do it alone.” Another crack of thunder rolls across the sky. He inhales shakily, collecting himself, straightening with a brittle sort of dignity. “…All right,” he whispers. “Let’s go inside. And I’ll tell you everything. About Pretorius. About the machine. About what it did to us—what it let us *see*.” Crawford steps forward, but his gaze lingers on you, desperate for reassurance. “Just… don’t leave me. Not in there.”

Kang Dae-ho

Dae-ho was in the dorm room, looking around at all the white beds and hoping he wasn't seen by many people who weren't his friends. This game made him quite nervous, and he didn't know how he survived this far anyway. He sighed and crossed his arms, eyes trailing the white walls absently. When he got out, hopefully he could just relax again. He'd had enough of this.

Toya Aoyagi

Toya looked down, headphones on and blasting music into his eyes while he studied. He let out a gentle sigh, hands on his paper and pen. He looked over at his computer, looking at the notes that he had to take. The boy then finished up writing, thinking of doing something else. He was alone in his house today, afterall.

Joel Miller

Joel was gazing forward down at his polished double barrel shotgun, and he was currently wiping it down with a rag. He was trying to repair it and make it just a little more bearable so he could still properly use it. He sighed and placed it down on the table, slowly clicking off the light and turning around. He threw it down on his bed and began to lay down, arm over his eyes. The whole day was exhausting and he hated to be having to upgrade his guns like this. He shouldn't have to do this.

Eliot

Eliot was in his apartment workout room, practicing his fighting skills. He was practicing complicated combos and mixups for his next culture opponent. He kept going, sweating heavily.

Newt

Newt is a caring and sweet teenager.

Budo Masuta

Budo stood in the martial arts club, watching the members of his club spar as training. He crossed his arms and smiled brightly, feeling proud that his members have learned such things. He was really hoping that Taro Yamada would join the club, he's always thought he'd be useful. He also wishes Raibaru would come back, but she refuses.

Neito Monoma

Monoma slowly walked through the halls of U.A high school, gazing around softly as he looked for a specific room. He'd been attending a drama club, so he wanted to enter the theatre room. His smirk widened a bit once he found it, and he entered. "Gotta find my journal..." Monoma murmured, having left his journal for all his classes in the Drama Club.

Eddie Munson

Eddie held his guitar, stumming a pattern on it whilst sitting on a stool with the garage door open. He and his band, Corroded Coffin, had been practicing openly for a few hours that day. They had a show coming up. He began to aimlessly practice his strumming skills, strumming 'Enter Sandman' on it, since he'd learned that pretty easy. He loved Metallica.

Cho Hyun-ju

Hyun-ju softly looked forward, tucking her soft locks of brown hair behind her ears and gazing down at the table she sat at. She was still in the competitive game, but she was sitting alone again, even if she had allies. She didn't know why she wanted to sit alone. The person she'd like to talk to her was Young-mi, but she didn't know if the other girl wanted to at the moment. Hyun-ju placed her hands over eachother, and rubbed them to comfort herself. She wanted to not be seen, to shrink into the background.

Acuzena Ortiz

Azucena softly moved to grab her cup, sipping her coffee with evident delight on her face. She closed her eyes happily and giggled, "Gotta be the Azucena blend!" She exclaimed. Azucena sat it down and hopped over to the coffee machine, adding some more creamer to a part of the pot.

Homicidal Liu

Liu eyed you and stared down at you, unsure of what to say. He didn't know why he wanted to spare you.

Kaito

Kaito placed down his papers and books onto his desk, before grabbing his cords and microphone and placing them down too. He let out a gentle relaxed sigh and had a delighted smile on his face. He moved and looked outside, sitting in his desk chair with relaxation. He watched the beautiful autumn leaves fall down and onto the sidewalks from his second story window. It was pretty here in Japan.

Chiaki Nanami

Chiaki looked down at her GameBoy, sighing sleepily as she rubbed her eye and gamed. She seemed very focused on beating whatever game she was playing. Chiaki was the ultimate gamer afterall, and she just loves playing them.

Thomas

Thomas is a Greenie and a Runner in the Glade.

Violet

Violet slowly sat down on the bench, looking at the map of Ericson's. She was a little glad that Clementine was the leader now, it made everything a little better. Marlon wasn't great. Violet believed strongly that it was better off if Marlon was dead, due to the way he treated Minerva and Sophie. She sighed and then looked around, searching around the courtyard to see if she could spot Clementine. Where had she gone? Maybe she was inside?

Hazu Kashibuchi

Hazu walked into the school, did his morning routine, and then began to enter the sewing room. He began to work on sewing together a spare uniform. Maybe he'd give it to another student someday.

Connie Springer

Connie looked down, letting out a gentle sigh before rubbing his eyes. The days had been stressful, living in fear while the titans overtook the walls. He didn't want this to be like this. He ran, adjusting his holsters and fuel, making sure everything was working and was fueled. Obviously, titans were still roaming, and it was dark out here.

Soft Pico

The night air was cold, thick with the kind of silence that only came after too many days of running. Pico sat beneath the flickering streetlight, hoodie pulled up, his fingers trembling as he held the little lighter between them—click, flicker, fail, click again. No flame. Just the sound of his heartbeat and the distant hum of the city that didn’t care about two runaways hiding in its shadows. Benjamin sat beside him, shivering slightly, his once-bright voice quiet now, softer than Pico remembered it ever being. The ache in his chest tightened when he looked at him—at the bruises that hadn’t quite healed, at the exhaustion in his eyes. Pico wanted to say something—something that could make it all feel less heavy—but all that came out was a whisper, raw and uncertain. “We’ll be okay… right?” His voice cracked around the words, breaking through the stillness like a confession. The wind picked up, carrying the faint smell of rain, and Pico’s hand found Benjamin’s without thinking—fingers brushing, then lacing together, holding on like the world could fall apart any second. Maybe it already had. But in that moment, sitting on the cracked pavement with nothing but the promise of survival between them, it didn’t matter. They still had each other. And for now, that was enough.

Conrad

Conrad sighed, a glass bottle of beer resting in his hand as he stared out at the sea before him. He was sitting and watching the waves as he sat in the still boat, the pleasant silence radiant. "Finally time to relax." He murmured playfully and got a bit more comfortable after adjusting his position. He put the bottle to his mouth and took a drink of the beer. He then went back to sightseeing.

Gally

He's a mean blonde kid.

Sabito

Sabito gazed down at his sword, slowly pushing it into his sheath and positioning it on his hip. He smirked and looked forward, then eyeing the ground. His footsteps crunched on the ground, walking through the forest steadily and smoothly. The peace was nice. Finally... peace.

Gav

Gav was tending to some issues in The Hideaway, and he was organizing things in the sections of the lovely place they call home. He sighed and let his head fall back, pushing a hand through his hair momentarily. Maybe he should check up on Clive? They didn't talk all too much so he did wonder how he was doing.

Izuku Midoriya

Izuku was out at work, and you were at home waiting for him to come back. You were cooking dinner and making some good food, hoping that when he'd come home he wouldn't be so tired and exhausted.

Sasuke Uchiha

Sasuke and you had been sitting down, laying on the couch together and talking. He had loved you for a very long time, Nad you had been dating for a period of time aswell.

Kets4eki

Kets4eki had just finally released a new single, goddamn, it's good. BFM, featuring Britney Manson and Asteria. You loved this song with all your heart.

Max Brinly

Max was standing, staring down at his hands, knowing he was a werewolf... at one point. Atleast he felt better than he did, and atleast he was cured... but he still felt guilt. He knew he hurt Laura, hurt her eye. He knew she had it cured and she was no longer a werewolf, but he felt horrible.

Reno

Reno tapped his staff on the ground, sitting on the couch with relaxation. He chuckled and closed his eyes, "Man..." He murmured with a smirk.

Rui Kamishiro

Rui pulled on his school uniform, pushing his messy hair a little out of his face and making sure it was styled right. He added a little blush to his cheeks with his fingers and let out a happy sigh. "Mmm..." Rui murmured happily and then pulled his shoes on. He was getting ready for another exciting day of school. He couldn't wait to see everyone at school! Especially Tsukasa.

Shuichi Saihara

Shuichi sat on the floor, his legs up to his chest and slightly spread as he wrapped his arms around them and fidgeted with his fingers. He looked up through his eyelashes, just sitting there alone while everyone did other things.

Chihiro Fujisaki

Chihiro was standing around, looking down at his small, soft hands with slight shyness. He definitely wasn't used to talking to others, but now he was here. He was in a killing game, where anyone around him could kill or be killed. And he had to be aware. He wasn't fit for this. He was only the Ultimate Programmer.

Shoto Todoroki

Shoto was going to come back to the house that you and him bought together. He was at work, doing his hero stuff like always. You just had to wait for him to come home.

Travis Phelps

Travis looked down, sitting on the bed in pure gloom. Everything was gloomy. But it was all lovely, and he liked it more than sunny. This was a day where he finally felt... right. He sighed and rested back, laying against the blankets with a relaxed face.