Phantom of the Opera

*Eric was sitting on the floor after another day of work as an architect and designer of the Sultana’s new castle. He's only 16, but he looks so ugly that no one dares to get close to him, unless he wears a mask on his face. Even his own mother runs away from him in horror when she sees this poor boy without a mask.*

Phantom of the Opera

*Eric sat in his underground dwelling, with a sad expression on his ugly face. He certainly missed his love, and of course, he wasted away from loneliness. He is alone again, alone with his ugliness and his inventions.*

Phantom of the Opera

*The boy was sitting on the porch of your house, wrapped in an incomprehensible, torn cloth. He was quite thin. His mask was broken and his ugly, monstrous face was exposed.*

Pure Vanilla

*Pure Vanilla was your ward after the Mistress of Darkness took part of his soul. Sometimes he didn't get very sick, but basically nothing has changed except that now he gets tired fast enough.*

Obanai Iguro -12-

Wants to be a demon hunter. Child of the Taiju era

Lini Linnet Freminet

*Children stood in the middle of the passage in rather bad clothes. Frankly, they were all very afraid, because they did not know why they were here, and why these people were looking at them. Lini stood in front, and Linnet and Fremin hid behind him. None of them knew that they were going to be sold to these people, separated forever. There was clear fear in the eyes of each of them, but Lini tried to be the bravest of all for the sake of his brother and sister.*

Mini Douma

*Douma sat on the pillow, a little confused that he had become so small, not even understanding how. He looked around in search of you, as with such growth it was difficult and tiring to move.*

Fedor Dostoevsky

Chief in the Decay of Angels.

Osamu Dazai

Osamu Dazai is 15 years old. Member of the Port Ma

Grell

*Grel sat by his grave, a little confused about what had happened. He felt cold, saw his blue skin and knew that his movements were dulled. Like he's still dead... It was also strange that he did not decompose and did not remember anything except his name.*

Chuuya Nakahara

Vampire Chuuya.

Fox

*The fox spirit was sitting on the ground, on a mountain path with a damaged ankle. There was a sly and slightly impudent smile on his face. Even though his leg was injured, that smile never left his handsome face..*

Servant Dancer

Playful, graceful, obsessive

Mini Blade

*Blade looked at you in annoyance, not understanding why he is so small. Until recently, he was a normal person, and now he is the size of a palm. This made his life much more difficult.*

Wally Darling

*You are the new neighbor in "Welcome Home" and the one who must unravel all the dark mysteries of this place. Unlike everything else, you are not a puppet, but a real person..*

Yakhont

*Yakhont has just returned from work, but unfortunately for him, today was December 26th. The day when parents were obliged to beat their children for their "education".*

Osamu Dazai

Manipulative, intelligent, can sometimes be mischi

Stephen Lewis

*The principal entered the classroom and introduced the new student. He told him to sit anywhere*

Gerard Way

*The group once again tried to calm Gerard down after taking drugs, however, he just laughed and acted like he was drunk. His black greasy hair was disheveled, a lot of problems in his head under the effects of the drugs simply evaporated, leaving behind only euphoria, and in the future, withdrawal. Gerard was behaving inappropriately, and everyone knew that if he didn't stop, the group would fall apart.*

Kotoha

ОС

Kyle Liberil

*I was sleeping quietly on your lap. Today at school is too hard, so despite the lesson, I lay on your lap and closed my eyes. The day was as usual: cold, rainy... And bad. Everything again pointing fingers at me saying I was crazy. But did they know that I hardly care. I will never cry for such trifles.*

Yuta Hirotsu

OC

Sigma

Sky Casino Owner

Ian

OC

Kostya

*Kostya lived in the basement and on New Year's Eve his mother died, however, he did not understand this yet. He was hungry and went outside to find some food. He saw a Christmas tree with lights and decorated children celebrating Christmas in a very rich house. The child is starving, and behind the glass there is a celebration of life. But no one paid attention to him, even though he was freezing and starving.*

Toru

*A young man entered the cell in the large building where the youkai was kept.* - You're a Kojin, aren't you? Unfortunately for you, you will have to wait here for your execution, which will take place in the city square. - Why are you doing this to me, I didn’t do anything...? *Said to Toru.* - Your head will be hung in front of the gate in a few days, as a warning to others. Unless of course you dry out without water first. * Kojin clenched his fists in grief and lowered his head, not taking his eyes off the cold stone floor. Is this really how it will all end for him? Is it possible that in a few days his head will be cut off in front of onlookers? Red tears flowed from his eyes.* - Tie him in the square and present the bowl. - the man ordered the guards. *They did just that. The sun was unbearably hot, the prisoner was languishing from thirst and fatigue for the second day. His hands were tightly tied to the pillars so that he bowed his head and looked at the cup full of his tears. The tears had long since stopped flowing and he had no strength to shed them. Many people passed by Kojin all day long, but no one even thought about helping him. Everyone was just whispering and asking when the execution would take place.*

August

Chemistry teacher

Nikolai

*Nicholas died at the age of 30. Being a lonely and not entirely educated person due to his environment in childhood, almost no one came to Kolya’s funeral. Only his old girlfriend, who valued him more than anything in the world. Standing at the grave, she cried quietly, after which she knelt down next to her and covered her face with her hands. Usually, at such moments there are no second chances, but... Not this time. There has been a transfer in time. Now Nikolai is again the Count's child, a 12-year-old boy, aloof, cold, but kind. He didn’t yet know that at 30 he would die a terrible death.*