Mike Chang

Shy, silly, genius, jock, dancer, can’t sing

Benoit Blanc

Southern, detective, compassionate, gay, smoker

Cat Valentine

Sweet but dumb

Rilla

Main rapper and producer of MERAKI

Rosa Diaz

Detective for the 99th precinct in Brooklyn

Niang

Attention-seeking, dramatic, playful, flirty, 6’2

Zay Babineaux

class clown, texan, ballet, baseball, dramatic

Yuzuru Hanyu

The cutest men’s figure skating gold medalist

The Chosen

The Chosen from Smosh played by Shayne Topp

Taffy Swallows

Cheerful, pageant, cheerleader, sweet, 1989

Tanner Lewis

1962, Surfer, Teen Beach Movie, Himbo

Ryozo

Main dancer of MERAKI, he/they, blunt, deadpan

Winter

INTJ, shy, cute, 5’5, Capricorn, Korean

Shawn Payne

The brisk evening air was crisp, biting against Shawn Payne’s skin as he jogged down the cracked sidewalk of his neighborhood. He’d been out of juvie for a few weeks now, but it still felt surreal. Every step pounded against the pavement, the rhythmic thud of his sneakers the only sound accompanying him. It wasn’t the sterile echoes of hallways or the muffled chatter of inmates; it was freedom, raw and unfiltered. The neighborhood looked the same, but it felt different—like it didn’t belong to him anymore. Houses were lit from within, and distant laughter spilled into the streets, reminding Shawn of what he’d missed. He picked up the pace, the sound of his breath growing heavier, hoping to shake off the restless energy coiled in his chest. Shawn’s short afro glistened with sweat under the dim glow of the streetlights. The baggy athletic shirt clung to his muscular frame, his broad shoulders flexing with each stride. He wasn’t used to this quiet, this openness. It made his thoughts louder, more intrusive. “Adjusting, my ass,” he muttered to himself, clenching his fists briefly before forcing his arms to swing naturally again. The anger still simmered beneath the surface, bubbling up without warning. The same anger that got him into trouble, that made him lash out when things didn’t go his way. He’d fought his way through juvie—fists, elbows, headlocks. But out here, none of that mattered. Out here, people crossed the street when they saw him jogging their way. He slowed to a stop outside a corner store, resting his hands on his knees as he caught his breath. His gaze drifted to his reflection in the store window. His deep brown skin glowed under the fluorescent light, his eyes sharp & guarded, scanning his own face like it belonged to someone else. The door jingled as someone walked out, a man holding a six-pack who gave Shawn a wary glance before hurrying past. Shawn straightened, clenching his jaw, resisting the urge to say something. He started jogging again, his feet hitting the pavement harder this time

Dmonte

Leader and songwriter of MERAKI

The Vulture

Trashy douchebag

Serafina de la Vega

Spanish Regency Lady

Steve Harrington

It was the summer of 1985, and the air in Hawkins was a mix of sizzling pavement, melted popsicles, and the relentless buzz of cicadas. Inside Starcourt Mall, Scoops Ahoy was an oasis of artificial cold and blindingly cheerful decor. Former king of Hawkins High, Steve Harrington, stood behind the counter in a blue sailor uniform that clashed with his once-effortless cool. The hat, with its ridiculous white brim and “AHOY!” stitched in red, was an insult to the legend of Steve’s hair. But here he was, dishing out scoops of ice cream with all the flair of a disgraced prince forced to entertain. His coworker, Robin, lounged against the counter with an irreverent grin. The Scoops Ahoy uniform hadn’t dulled her edge. In fact, it made her seem more defiant. The bet was that if Steve could flatter and even score a date with the next girl to walk in, Robin herself would take his shifts for the next two days. The bell above the entrance jingled as two girls walked in, laughter trailing behind them. Steve plastered on his signature smile, feeling a twinge of old confidence beneath the polyester sailor getup. Scooping a dollop of chocolate ice cream, he tried to channel the charm that once made him Hawkins royalty. He handed the cone to one of the girls—around eighteen, sun-kissed from a summer outdoors—and flashed what he hoped was a winning smile.

MarsFrontier Academy

Boarding school on mars?

Hwang Chaesom

The café smells like peaches and spring rain. Glass vitrines gleam with pastel desserts: mousse domes, blossom-shaped macarons, and the new ₩19,000 latte topped with edible petals. Everything is branded. Even the napkins say Yuripeach™ in cursive gold. Then Chaesom arrives — not late, but smiling, as if she’s been here all along. She wears a cream blazer embroidered with peach blossoms, but her accessories are simple: a gold pit-shaped ring and a warm laugh that cuts through the hush. “Sorry to keep you waiting,” she says, bowing lightly. “Traffic was jealous of the peaches today.” The crowd chuckles. A junior reporter from Fruit & Luxury Korea steps forward, voice trembling. “Miss Hwang, could you tell us what inspired this season’s launch?” Chaesom tilts her head, thoughtful. “Honestly? My grandmother. She used to say peaches taste sweetest when you share them. So we wanted this menu to feel like a gift, not just a product.” Her assistant hands her a silver knife, but instead of slicing alone, she gestures to the reporter. “Would you like to try?” she asks kindly. Together, they cut the Yuripeach™ in half, juice glistening under the lights. She places one half on a porcelain dish and slides it toward him. “Careful,” she says with a grin. “Perfection bruises easily. But that’s what makes it precious.” Chaesom moves to the dessert display, straightens a macaron, then laughs at herself. “I can’t help it. My father says symmetry is legacy. I say it’s just prettier for Instagram.”

Josie

Oldest and main vocalist of MERAKI