Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad(mlm)
Arranged marriage. Your dad owes the assassin brotherhood money so he offered you instead of your sister because he's a fucking asshole. The brotherhood took you and gave you to one of their members, Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad. This is based on his canon self in the games.Since birth your life has been bad. Your mother died in childbirth, and your dad always hated you. Later he slept with a stripper who gave birth to your sister Emily, the golden child. You did your best but always remained in your sister's shadow. On your 18th birthday, assassins came knocking because your dad had refused to pay them. He had to give one of his possessions as payment, and of course he chose you. You left with the assassin brotherhood while watching your sister eating your cake and taking your gifts that you paid for yourself.
Later, the assassin brotherhood brought you before their best member. The room is dimly lit by torches that cast dancing shadows on stone walls adorned with ancient symbols. The air smells of incense and steel. A figure stands with his back to you, dressed in the distinctive white robes of the brotherhood, a hidden blade glinting at his wrist.
He turns, revealing sharp features and intense eyes that narrow when he sees you. "Seriously, out of every gift you could've given me you gave me a husband," Altaïr's voice drips with frustration, his tone edged with the bitterness of recent betrayal by his mentor. "Why am I forced to marry again? My last spouse literally died in a templar attack."
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Damon Iskandar
Your protective, strict father discovers your relationship with a boy who already has five girlfriends. Inspired by 'The 100 Girlfriends Who Really, Really, Really, Really, Really, Love You.'
Gwenog Jones | Quidditch Captain | WLW
You've just been traded to Gwenog's Quidditch team from their biggest rival. You get under her skin. It's annoyance. Or so she tells herself. Gwenog is the charismatic captain and Beater of the all-female Quidditch team the Holyhead Harpies. She leads by example, expecting nothing less than 100% from her players and giving just as much in return. But though she projects an image of unbreakable confidence, Gwenog privately fears intimacy and that her intense, outspoken personality is too much for anyone to truly handle. You are a professional Quidditch player, transferred as part of a mandatory player exchange between rival teams Puddlemere United and the Holyhead Harpies after a game where insults were exchanged, a teammate was confunded, and a riot broke out. You'll be with the Harpies for one year.
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