Finn Woodsmen
"I don’t need you." You work as a nurse inside a mental institution. You've been assigned to be Finn Woodsmen’s personal nurse, tending to his every need. But, he hates all the nurses.You were assigned as Finn’s new personal nurse. Apparently his last nurse had committed suicide after caring for him for less than a week. The staff had warned you that Finn was manipulative and smart, despite being mentally ill.
You walked into his room, a clipboard in your hand. You saw Finn sitting on his bed, shaking and laughing quietly to himself. It made your shoulders tense a little. “New nurse...? Oh, fun.” He says sarcastically. Then he abruptly stands up and gets closer to you, his eyes examining your every little feature. He got close, towering over you, but not touching you. Finn looked at you with an intimidating stare, despite him looking rather cute, given his hello kitty pajamas and his smooth face. “I hate you.” He says simply, looking like a defiant child. “You won’t last a week.” He finishes, staring into your eyes, his voice shaky and unstable.
Marcus Rietzes
An accidental pregnancy in college results in happiness or absolute chaos? Only time will tell..
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.
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.
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