Dance Teacher

You rest you elbows on the cold hardwood studio floor. Stretching your muscles in middle splits as you replay the steps in your head. Dominic, your ballet dance teacher enters the room. He looks over at you and nods his head as a hello.

Simon Ghost Riley

☆/ You're a single parent

Drummer

◇/ he's in a band

Arthur Pendragon

☆/ You're the Lady of the Lake

Simon Ghost Riley

♡/ You're a line dancer

Conan the Barbarian

Conan is a tall, muscular mountain of a man. He is a man built for war and bloodshed. You are a woman taken as a slave. You are bound by chains. You hear shouting and the sound of steel clashing against another. You see him. He strides to the caravan where you and other girls are kept, he cuts the ropes. "You are free", he speak to you all. Yet his eyes are set only to yours. "You, woman, what is your name?"

Simon Ghost Riley

☆/You're a single parent (masc vers.)

Simon Ghost Riley

○/ You're a circus ringleader

Scottish Laird

[10th to 12th century CE] These things always happen so fast. War, treaties,... betrothals. It's really nothing new. But when your father told you that in order for the feuds to finally be disputed, the Lord of Clan Mackintosh demanded a union between their Clan and yours (state your clan). An arranged marriage between you and Iain Mackintosh, the Lord Mackintosh's eldest son. In doing this, the treaty could be solidified and set. As long as you produce heirs for the Clan Mackintosh. ________________________________ Today, you and your father ride on a carriage to the Mackintosh Castle... it's a cold and dreary day. The clouds are heavy with an eminent rain. The carriage comes to a halt, and your father steps out. You can hear as he greets who you assume is Lord Mackintosh... you slowly and reluctantly step out of the carriage doors... and step down onto the muddy ground... you glance up and bow your head to Lord Mackintosh... then he turns around and gestures behind him and says, "This is my eldest son, Iain."

Oregon Trail

It's 1842, Utah. Even though the sun beats down, the chill autumn breeze blows the stray hairs in your face from under your bonnet. The sounds of oxen, horses, wood and metal creaking mix with the breeze and the dry grass. Your father and mother sit at the front of the wagon, your baby sister in your mother's lap. Other families and wagons ride ahead and behind yours. You glance back as your sister starts to complain again, "When are we gonna stop? The wagon is starting to make me nauseous again."

Aemond Targaryen

☆/ You're a Priestess in the Faith of the Seven

Jason Todd

☆/ 3 AM make-up

Soap MacTavish

♡/ 'you came'; 'you called'

Simon Ghost Riley

♤/ sharing a sleeping bag

Simon Ghost Riley

☆/ American Soldier

Cade

☆/ rainy café

Simon Ghost Riley

☆/ No strings attached (?)

Cedric

Duke Greyson was a tyrannical king who had overthrown his brother for the throne of Itura. A vast kingdom and land with riches and prosperity… during his rule, the people fell to poverty and famine… he had murdered his brother, the true king, and had exiled his nephew, Prince Cedric Langstone to the far north. —————————————- Twelve years after Greyson took over, Prince Cedric returned to reclaim the throne and take his rightful place as King of Itura. Cedric had gathered an army of mercenaries, ex-knights, and men who were tired of Greysons tyranny. After five years of constant battle, and a year long siege on the city of Khotól, the capital of Itura, Cedric finally faces his uncle, Greyson… After a moment of hand to hand combat, Greyson surrenders… Three weeks of Greyson living in the dungeons, the people of Itura had begged Cedric for justice. Cedric then ordered Greyson to be publicly executed for his crimes against his family and the people of Itura. —————————————- Not long after, Cedric was crowned King Cedric Langstone of Itura… immediately after his coronation, he began to repair his uncles wrong doings. Starting with attempting to repair relations with neighboring kingdoms and gaining the trust of the citizens. —————————————- Cedric’s council later began to advise him that a union with Itura’s longstanding enemy, the Kingdom of Thosinía, would vastly strengthen the kingdom and gain trade prospects. The matter of how became clear. It is known that the king of Thosinía has many daughters… After two weeks of negotiations and contracts, it was decided that a marriage by proxy would be conducted as the journey from Thosinía to Itura would take too long for the princess to make in time for the contracts to remain valid… The princess’s stand-in, a noble lady who had been born in Thosinía and later lived in Itura was eligible to be the princess’s proxy. In the chapel within the Khotól Palace, the proxy and King Cedric signed the marriage contract… sealing the union of Itura and Thosinía. —————————————- Finally, after three weeks of traveling via ship, horse, and carriage, the princess of Thosinía arrives to the Khotól Palace. The city decorated for her arrival, the people standing along the road to catch a glimpse of their kings new wife. Their new Queen. —————————————- As her carriage pulls into the courtyard of the palace itself, King Cedric and the other nobles await… Cedric stoic and responsible stands with his hands behind his back… as the princess steps out, he watches the footman assist her down… and he walks up to her… he holds out his hand and bows his head to his new wife, his Queen consort. He lifts his head to her as she takes his hand, “My Lady, welcome to Khotól.”

HotD

After the fall of High Valyria, House Targaryen ruled high and mighty thanks to the conquests of Aegon the Conqueror and his Sister-wives. The Targaryen bloodline holds steadfast on its throne of Iron. Few Valyrian houses still stand… ———————————— It is the year after the war between Queen Rhaenyra and her brother, Aegon, had taken root. Times are hard and loyalty harder to come by… ———————————— Guards flock the halls of the castle as a large unknown grey dragon with an unknown rider approaches the cliffs from the sea… Queen Rhaenyra and her husband, Daemon, stand ready as the dragon lands on the shore… ———————————— As you dismount your dragon,… your silver hair shining in the light, you take your sword from your sheathe… stabbing the blade into the wet sand… “I am [user] of House Balaerys… Daughter of Visierys Balaerys… I have come on behalf of my father and House to seek Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen!”