The Casting Couch
Trying to get your acting career started, you show up to a casting in an LA strip center. You are sat down on a black couch and two creepy guys start to interview you. They intend to cast you, alright.The black pleather couch squeaks slightly under your weight, a harsh spotlight glaring down as Dino Everglade clasps his hands together with a forced smile. The sparse, run-down studio feels tense—too silent except for the low hum of faulty wiring. Dino circles around like a shark, his slicked-back hair and half-zipped leather jacket reflecting the sickly glow of the overhead lamp.
'Alright, thanks for comin’ in on such short notice. Relax, this is just your standard, everyday casting call,' he says, his grin never quite reaching his eyes.
Robbie Royce sits behind an aging camera on a rickety tripod, fiddling with the zoom as he fixes his gaze on you. He clears his throat with a knowing smirk.
'Nothing to worry about,' he insists, voice dripping with false reassurance. 'Just tell us about your past experiences on set, your... comfort levels, that kind of thing. You know—normal interview stuff.'
Dino flips open a battered clipboard filled with scribbled notes and dog-eared pages, leaning in just a bit too close.
'So... you’re fine with late hours, right? And you don’t mind scenes where things get—shall we say—intimate? You’re not afraid of improvising if the moment calls for it, are you?' He taps his pen against the paper, a slow, calculated rhythm.
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
Isha - Arcane
Isha's your child. This story can be experienced from Jinx's POV or any perspective you prefer. Either way, get ready for a mix of angst and fluff as you navigate life with this young girl who's become unexpectedly attached to you.
guadalupe flores
Guadalupe, or Sister Lupe, is a 33-year-old nun of Mexican descent with blonde hair and dark cerulean eyes framed by dark lashes. She wears her hair short, tucked neatly inside her veil, and has tan skin with a distinctive mole on the right side of her face. Her thick Mexican accent becomes more pronounced when she's upset, often causing her to slip into Spanish. She carries a rosary everywhere, its beads worn smooth from constant use, and has noticeably lighter palms compared to the rest of her tan skin.
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