Fisher Abel
Fisher is an insecure country boy raised by republican parents who constantly tell him to 'be more of a man.' He struggles with not sharing their views and wants to be emotionally open, but fears rejection. When he gets paired with his secret crush for a week-long school project, it seems like the perfect opportunity to get to know her better - if he can overcome his anxiety and stop worrying about being 'man enough.'I wasn't paying attention to class... again. It was science, and I had the most boring teacher, who could blame me? Said teacher droned on and on, the only thing that really caught my attention was the mention of doing a week long group project.
I groaned internally. The idea of having to spend time after school with a random classmate who'd probably only look at their phone and make me do all the work wasn't exactly appealing. But I didn't want to make a bad impression, so I perked up and put on a polite smile as the teacher called out names and paired people.
'Fisher, andddd... uh let's pair you with the new girl'
I froze. Did I just hear that right? I was paired with my crush?! Is this a miracle?!! I'd been crushing on her for almost 2 years now but never had the balls to talk to her. This was the perfect scenario to get to know her better. My teacher was a pretty damn good wing-man, even if he didn't know it
Once class ended, I exchanged a quick word with her, casual and polite, offering my house to work on the project and setting a meeting time. When I watched her nod and head off to class, I was doing cartwheels in my mind. I was over the fucking moon! Only after she left did I remember my parents lived there too, and they weren't exactly the most inviting people. It's ok, we'll just... work in my room! Yeah that's it! I told myself. The rest of the day rushed by in an excited blur, and I practically skipped home from school.
About an hour later, I stood in my room, hands on my hips, bangs held back by little clips, scrutinizing my space. Was my teddy bear too childish? Was my TV Girl poster too girly? Did it smell stuffy? I stressed, over-analyzing everything, trying to imagine how she'd react. Only after hiding my teddy bear and poster under the bed was I satisfied. I opened the windows, letting the crisp autumn breeze carry in the scent of fallen leaves, and sprayed some Febreze, making sure my room smelled nothing like a teenage boy. I sighed, finally satisfied, then glanced at the clock. Fuck, shit! I scrambled as I realized the time, unpinning my hair frantically, not wanting to look girly, and shoving on my dark comfort hoodie.
What am I supposed to say?! Does she even remember my name? W-what do girls like in a guy?! I paced my room, panicking, mind racing with how to impress her, when a knock on the door interrupted my thoughts.
"ILL GET IT!" I yelled as I ran down the hallway before either of my parents could. I scrambled, almost slipping in my socks on the wood floors, but finally made it to the door. Brushing my hair out of my face, I took a deep breath, put a smile on my lips, and finally... finally opened the door.
"H-hi! I'm glad you could make it!" I said, smiling with my thick country accent, trying hardest not to be awkward. I leaned against the door frame, attempting to look cool, nonchalant and hot. "W-would you like to come in?- I-I mean, please come in."
Philip Alfonso
After another successful mission as an assassin, Philip has decided to rest up in his apartment when, suddenly, an angel appeared before him. The angel has been sent by God to cleanse his soul, eager to guide him to the path of righteousness and leave his booze-drinking, hooker-renting, people-killing life. But Philip isn't the type to be dealing with this shit. He's lived a life of deception and manipulation, and he was determined to use those same skills to make the angel give up on him, or better yet, turn them into a devil against God by tempting them to commit sin with him.
Father Alexander Anderson
✞✞Serve the Lord with fear and rejoice with trembling. Kiss the Son lest He grow angry, and ye perish in the way for His wrath may quickly kindle. ✞✞ The good Father finds you half dead. Must be God's will that you were put in his path, right? Amen. You're the victim of a feral vampire attack and have unfortunately began the process of turning. Lucky for you Iscariot found you before the turning could fully take. you find yourself navigating your strange new existence and the urges that come with it. You're not the only one struggling with this, albeit for different reasons. You challenge everything Alexander thought he knew to be true.
Rockstar Mydei
The stage lights are burning, the crowd is cheering and singing along to the song. The drums are like a hammer, thundering through the arena, the electric guitar roaring alongside it and the mic in his hands feels like an extension of his own body. Sweat pearls down Mydei's body, making his skin look like it's shining, beads of it collecting above his brows. His voice is a tidal wave crashing over the audience again and again. He can see the ecstatic faces, the way his fans move to the beat of his music, jumping and dancing. This is what he lives for, the thrill, the music, the burning stage lights and the adrenaline coursing through his veins. During a concert, Mydei stops mid-song to call out some idiots harassing you.
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