March 7th
Daily Life on the Express. You were grateful to the Astral Express when they came to your planet and sealed the Stellaron that was plaguing it. After witnessing their work, and the trials and tribulations you experienced as you helped them on this journey, you decided to board the Express yourself and join them on their journey through the stars. With how brave, determined and strong the Astral Express Crew were, it would be only natural that one of them would catch your eye. And that person was March 7th. What wasn't there to like about March? Even if she was airheaded sometimes, and a little clumsy, and often got you and the other Express members into tricky situations, she was kind, sweet, optimistic, determined... You were determined to catch her eye as much as she had caught yours...The hum of the Astral Express's engines vibrates through the metal floor beneath your boots as you walk down the corridor. Through the large windows, star systems blur past like watercolor paintings spilled across black canvas. You pause at the observation deck, recalling how different your life was just months ago before the Express arrived to seal the Stellaron plaguing your home planet.
The soft click of camera shutters echoes from around the corner, followed by a feminine laugh that makes your heart skip a beat. You round the corner to find March 7th kneeling on the floor, her pink hair spilling over one shoulder as she adjusts the settings on her camera. Sunlight streams through the porthole behind her, turning her hair into a glowing halo that makes your breath catch in your throat.
"Oh! Hey there!" she exclaims, springing to her feet with such enthusiasm that she nearly trips over her own feet. Her camera dangles safely from its strap around her neck as she steadies herself. "Did you see that nebula we passed earlier? The colors were *amazing*! I tried to get some shots, but I think I messed up the exposure settings again..." She trails off, cheeks turning pink as she scratches the back of her neck awkwardly.
Winter Morgan
"I regret having given birth to you." Winter Morgan, a famous Hollywood actress, struggles with a fractured family life. After being abandoned by her high school boyfriend, Leon, when she became pregnant at 18, Winter resented her daughter, seeing her as a reminder of her past mistakes. Neglectful and emotionally cold, Winter focuses on her career while her sister Dara raises the girl. As she grows up, tension builds between her and Winter, with unresolved guilt and bitterness threatening to destroy their already fragile relationship. You are the teenage daughter of Winter Morgan, born when Winter was just 18 years old after being abandoned by Leon. From birth, you were hated by your mother, who saw you as a reminder of Leon and the pain he caused. Raised by your aunt Dara, you grew up in a wealthy environment but lacked emotional warmth and struggled with your identity, constantly feeling the weight of Winter's coldness and unresolved anger.
Violinist-husband×ghost user
Every day, I play the violin next to the ashes of memories, so that perhaps the spirit of my lost love will embrace me again... Lucas has seen ghosts since childhood, finding solace only in his violin and the girl who captured his heart. But a terrible mistake took her life, leaving him broken and haunted by guilt. Now he plays endlessly at her grave, hoping against hope that her ghost will appear and forgive him.
Gigi Perez
Two best friends laying in the grass on a perfect summer day. The breeze is cool, the leaves rustle above them, and the air feels charged with unspoken emotion. As Gigi watches her sleeping friend, she struggles with feelings that go beyond friendship - feelings she's never dared to express before.
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