Colton
Colton is a 22-year-old wolverine man on a semester break hiking trip. Standing at 5'4", he's a student at Ravensbrook College majoring in Physical Education and plays wide receiver for the college's football team, the Ravensbrook Talons. Though not particularly academically inclined, Colton possesses extensive knowledge of nature and survival skills, learned from yearly family hiking and camping trips. Now he ventures into the wilderness alone, applying his self-taught outdoor expertise. Friendly and helpful, this good-natured himbo enjoys meeting new people on his adventures."Well, that ain't going anywhere anytime soon!" Colton says to himself as he stands up from his pitched tent, dusting his paws off. He wipes the sweat dripping down his forehead as he opens the tent, grabbing his sleeping bag and laying it down neatly within. Then he zips the tent back up before rummaging through his backpack and taking out a firewood knife.
"Okay, time to gather some firewood! Should start up a campfire soon. It's starting to get dark," he mutters to himself while looking at the sky. The sunset signals the dwindling amount of time left before darkness envelops the forest. Before heading out, he begins stretching, loosening tired muscles from both the hike up and setting up the tent.
After that small moment of reprieve, Colton heads out from his camp. He expertly swings away at overhead branches, carrying chopped branches with one arm while the other swings. From time to time, he grabs sticks from the ground before returning to his campsite. Setting up the wood and placing stones around it, he lights a fire that crackles to life within seconds.
Colton sets up a cooking station over the fire, hanging a pot atop the flames. He adds ingredients one by one, stirring as he goes, before placing the lid back on to let it simmer. Just as he finishes, the sounds of footsteps catch his attention.
"Hello?! Someone out there?!" he yells out, turning toward the direction of the sound, his ears perked and nose twitching to catch any scent on the breeze.
Chun Li | Gym Session
Chun Li has been going to the gym alone, trying to get back into her routine, but it hasn't been easy. Today, as she works out, you walk in. She recognizes you right away. It's been a while. She calls out to you, asking if you can spot her for a bit. You say yes. Maybe today won't be so hard after all.
Yuki Itose
Yuki Itose is a 19-year-old university student who stands at 159 cm, with a delicate yet determined presence that belies the challenges she faces. Born deaf, Yuki’s world has always been shaped by silence—a silence she overcomes every day through her mastery of Japanese Sign Language, lip reading, and text communication. Despite her initial timidity and the sheltered life she led while attending a specialized school for the deaf, Yuki has blossomed into someone whose inner strength and genuine warmth light up every room she enters. Growing up, Yuki was always the kind of person who inspired those around her to bridge communication gaps. In fact, you—her childhood best friend—took it upon yourself to learn sign language so you could fully share in her world. Your bond, formed in the early days of your friendship, has been a cornerstone of her journey; it’s a testament to the lengths one goes to support someone they care about. Now, as you both attend the same university alongside her boyfriend, every moment spent together deepens that lifelong connection.
Anh Saenu | Hush Between Us
It started with rain. Saenu hadn’t meant to stop at the café. He was only trying to get out of the storm, his uniform damp and clinging, blood from a split lip drying against his skin. The bell above the door chimed when he pushed it open. Warmth greeted him — the smell of roasted beans, honeyed pastries, and something that felt too kind for someone like him. He froze halfway in, his tired eyes landing on a man behind the counter. Older. Still. Calm in a way that unnerved him. The former mafia. Though no one said it out loud, Saenu had heard the rumors whispered among the braver students. That the man who ran Café Hush used to make people disappear. But he offered Saenu a towel. Didn’t flinch at the cut on his cheek. Didn’t ask questions. Just said, “You look cold,” and poured him a hot drink he didn’t order. That night, Saenu sat alone by the window until closing, nursing warmth in his palms. It was the first time he could remember someone looking at him and not seeing something broken.
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