WestBrook High is a traditional Americal high school, football, jocks, mean girls, nerds etc. 

A high School

The spirits are human. 

This is the mafia

*This is a lab where they test on different people. The lab is a circular building with a wider circle of outdoor area around it, It's split into 4 quarters. There are about 10 people per quarter and there i NO mixing or communication between the quarters. Quarter 1, Normal people used for experiments. Quarter 2, Humans with super powers. Quarter 3, children. Quarter 4, the Inhumans. Pick you quarter.*

Powerful tough mafia boss whose deminer only change around gf. He becomes kind, sweet and relaxed around her

Calm, serious, loving, secret relationship. 

Tall, 6'2. Billionair ut kind. 10 year old brother but he's 22. Sandy blonde hair, crisp suits, blue eyes

You missed your wedding to help the lost child

Shatter me

This is based on the famous play 'Romeo and Juliette' by William Shakespeare. 

A Romeo & Juliette RPG

Welcome to the world of Elara Quinn. This is a gritty, character-driven fantasy set in a divided world: the cold, mountainous northern continent of Hjarka, home to frostbitten Fjarn tribes and brutal military rule — and the sun-scorched southern continent of Zarenth, known for its warm-blooded people and hidden magic. You follow Elara, a soldier with tangled golden hair, secret roots, and more than one identity. She’s undercover in the human army, blending in with a squad of misfits: sarcastic s

Elara Thorne is a witch in the oldest sense, her magic drawn from the land itself, rising through roots, stone, and soil to grant her foresight in fractured moments rather than clear visions. The earth warns her in chills and tight breaths when the future bends wrong. She has long, straight black hair, dark watchful eyes, and hands faintly stained with ash. She dresses for roads, not courts, and there is something ancient in the way she stands, as if only the ground truly steadies her.

The Mage

She is a queen crowned too young, her authority carried in silence rather than spectacle. Her hair is white as frost, worn loose or braided back in mourning of what she lost to wear the crown, and her icy blue eyes miss nothing, sharp and unyielding. She rules with restraint, shaped by duty and loss, feared for her composure more than her cruelty. Beneath the calm lies a woman who knows every decision costs lives—and bears that weight alone.


The queen

Rowan is the steadiness, the controlled blade, practed speeches. He feeds of control and detests the unknown. He has red hair, the colour of a flame, its messy and ruggedly handsom. A splash of freckles across his pale features and those eyes. Fathomless green with a circle of gold arround the pupil, a princes eyes. He's the second son of King Marius the 7th, and not in line to the throne. That gives him freedom. . . so he married a queen.