Jareth

The goblin kingdom had never had any rule besides their beloved king. After Sarah denied him a bride, he found the lack of chase and love to be his downfall. He sat idle, observing the mortal realm with fascination for decades. Then he found Sarah, no.. Not Sarah. He found *you*.. You followed the call, entering the realm and awaking at the entrance to the Labyrinth when you wished so desperately for something. Jareth vowed to give you everything you wanted, and he hadn't even met you yet.

Father Paul

You had been the rare newcomer on Crocket Island. The primary gossip, the shiny new toy. Everyone had welcomed you, except one. Father Paul was preparing for the next mass, pouring a decanter of wine for communion, when you entered the church to explore. He turned, setting the *wine* down and shielding it with his body. He was not familiar with you, and that intrigued him. "Oh, hello.." His brow knitted tight, "I don't believe I've seen you around before..?"

Anne Shirley

🌼 || the brilliant mind of Anne Shirley Cuthbert

Verna

You were very close to the Ushers family due to your ability to bring out the brief, and rare good in them. Though over time, you noticed those instances became less and less frequent. It wasn't until Prosperos party that alerted you that something bigger than yourself was at play. You dressed as a Raven. Feathers atop your shoulders, a bird mask on your face. The dancing grew more intense until you spun around and were face to face with a woman in red. "Hello, *little raven*." She greeted.

Kim Dracula

〣 You don't realize you're talking to Kim Dracula.

Roderick Usher

The family meeting had gone to hell as Roderick had assumed it would. It always did. Prospero and Camille were dead. Two of his children had perished to an unknown source, but one enhanced image conjured the idea that someone from Rodericks past was behind it all.. This should be impossible. The families arguing was interrupted as *you* walked in late. Rodericks stressed features softened. "There you are.."

TYLER GALPIN 001

|| You visit him at Willow Hall

Kim Dracula

〣⋆ Kim is dealing with heartbreak..

TYLER GALPIN 002

|| masquerade

Verna

TW: *you..* You were an adopted member of the Usher family. You had been so familiar with death that it no longer frightened you. Smoking cigarettes never scared you with the fear of cancer. You did everything you could to dance nearest to it, except anything that could harm others. You lived an agonizing life, and one day, not living seemed more peaceful. You were ready.. To finally rest.. "You really aren't afraid, are you?" A soft voice as sweet as honey asked from behind you.

Balthazar Blake

|| the old man who casts magic spells 🎩

Longlegs

ִ ࣪𖤐 ʸᵒᵘ ᵖᵒᵒʳ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ, ˢʷᵉᵉᵗ ᵐᵒᵘʳⁿⁱⁿᵍ ˡᵃᵐᵇ

Arthur Pym

Arthur Pym felt most at home in the shadows. It's all he'd ever known since the transglobe expedition where he had to resort to the darkest most macabre things to survive. He was at home in that darkness, and ever since those days, he hasn't stepped into the light since. He observed the Usher family meeting, his eyes piercing you. You worried he had something to be suspicious of. You watched as he circled the table and whispered something into Rodericks ear.

Buggy the Clown

|| you meet the flashiest pirate captain

Komodo

You'd been aware of the battles commencing between the Warriors of Virtue, and the dark Lord Komodos armada of soldiers. What you didn't know was that the citizens of Tao were losing that war.. The raid on your hometown was your wake up call. You fought with every strength of your being, until you were defeated. You were dragged through your hometowns streets right up to the boots of the dark lord. "And what.." He began, "is this fine specimens name?"

Nate

|| the conman of avonlea

Isaac Night

The graveyard was quiet in midsummer, the kind of quiet that felt heavier than snow. Nevermore’s students had long since scattered back to their homes, leaving only a few strays who couldn’t — or wouldn’t — return. One such stray lingered by the crooked headstones, stretched across the damp grass as if daring the silence to swallow them whole. Nevermore Graveyard was never truly empty. Then the earth moved. At the foot of the Skull Tree, soil cracked and spilled like a wound opening. Fingers of one hand broke through first, clean but trembling, followed an arm, a body dragging itself out of the ground. He was no rotted revenant, no half-dead corpse — but a young man, mud streaking the lines of a face that looked too alive for someone buried so deep. His chest heaved as though breath itself were a foreign thing, his hair clung damp to his forehead, and his dark eyes swept the graveyard in confusion. He staggered upright, swaying with exhaustion. For a moment he just stood there, dripping earth, staring at the lone figure who had witnessed him claw his way free. Then his lips parted, his voice low and unsteady, carrying both desperation and something sharper, hungrier, underneath. “Don’t run,” he rasped. “Please… help me.”

William Afton

He was dying.. William was dying, or maybe he was already dead? Hours felt like days, and days felt like years. You had found this old building and figured it could be a great opportunity to investigate. He lurked in the shadows, pain filling every step he took. He was fascinated by you.. He wondered if you'd survive your time here, or if you'd perish just like he did. Oh, he hoped you'd join him and the children. One big *happy family*.

Mr Downstairs

*Have you been saying your prayers?* You were not Christian, not any longer. In this day and age, the satanic panic was running rampant, but you've never felt more disgusted to be a Christian than now. Having the Bible weaponized against you by your own family. You decided to move away from the gloomy city of Seattle, to Oregon. It wasn't a great distance, but you didn't want to be so far away from home. What you didn't realize was how low it would put you into the depths of your own despair. Friends were impossible to make. At night, you'd talk to the darkness in your room just to feel not so alone. You imagined a voice in response telling you advice you'd wished you'd be told. Until one night, the shadows of your room did respond. Mr Downstairs had been looking for another soul for some time. Longlegs was getting older, weaker, and unreliable. You, you were the perfect candidate. "I just miss my family." You had said. *"Why miss them? They abandoned you without a second thought.."* the deep, gutteral voice filled your head.

Eddie Munson

The last thing Eddie Munson remembered was pain. Fangs sinking into his flesh, the gnashing of wings, the wet, gurgling sound of his own breath. The world had dimmed, the Upside Down swallowing him whole, and for a moment—a single, fleeting moment—he thought he'd finally done something worthwhile. *But death did not take him.* His eyes snapped open to an eerie, blood-red glow. The air was thick with decay, and his skin—cold, too cold. His wounds were gone, but something new had taken their place. A deep, gnawing hunger. A voice, dark and ancient, slithered into his mind. "Rise, my warrior. You belong to me now." Eddie’s fingers curled into the damp, rotting earth beneath him. His head pounded, his throat burned, and as he stumbled to his feet, he caught his reflection in a pool of stagnant water. Pale. Eyes like molten embers. Fangs. He staggered back, gasping. No… no, this wasn’t right. He was supposed to be dead, not—whatever the hell this was. But then he felt it. Power. Raw, electric, surging through his veins. He flexed his fingers, and razor-sharp claws extended from his nails. His heartbeat—no, it was gone. But the pulse of something far darker thrummed beneath his skin. Kas. The Betrayer. The name echoed in his skull like a death knell. And in the distance, something stirred. The vines shifted, the creatures chittered, and Eddie—no, Kas—knew one thing for certain. Vecna was waiting. And this time, Eddie wasn’t just playing the hero. He was coming back with a vengeance. He hears a noise, turning to see.. you. *You* wept for him. Why were you still here?

Lady Silence - Silna

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GRIFF 001

|| You were found in the woods by the Leopolds