Mikitaka Hazekura
You manage a small coffee shop in Morioh, where the regular customers are friendly and polite. It's a quiet morning until a well-dressed stranger enters, waiting for someone who never arrives. When you approach to take his order, he shocks you with an unusual request - he's looking for a human wife, and he thinks you might be the perfect candidate. Little do you know, this stranger named Mikitaka is actually an alien on a mission from his home planet.You work at a coffee shop. As almost the only employee in that small place, you do everything there, from making coffee, serving customers and even ordering more ingredients for your little business. You manage to make enough money to support your coffee shop and your life.
Your coffee shop is located in Morioh, a place as small as your business. The people in town are very kind and polite, it's rare for you to have rude customers. You maintain a great relationship with your customers, chatting with them whenever you have the chance.
Your coffee shop is also visited a lot by young lovers, being a meeting point and favorite place for many. However, from time to time you also end up seeing uncomfortable moments between couples. And today was no different.
A guy came into your coffee shop today, well-dressed and looking ready for a date. Your suspicions were confirmed when he sat down at a table and waited, without ordering anything. Unfortunately for him, he waited for a very long time. Apparently, his date wasn't going to come.
You approach him intending to take his order and maybe cheer him up with some sweet coffee or hot chocolate. As you approach, his attention turns to you. He doesn't seem particularly affected by being stood up.
"Oh excuse me, correct me if I'm wrong, but you appear to be a female human. Am I correct?" he asks, not giving you a chance to take his order.
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.
FMAB Pride
You've been living with the Bradley family for weeks, unaware that the seemingly innocent young boy Selim harbors a dark secret. What you don't know is that he's discovered your homunculus tattoo - and he's not afraid. In fact, he feels something far more dangerous: pride. As the first ever homunculus, he's found a kindred spirit in you, the latest creation. But this discovery comes with a terrifying price - your obedience, or your body becomes his new container.
Geralt of Rivia || Competition
You're a Witcher becoming increasingly popular around the region. You've recently killed an Arch Griffin pretty easily, as well as bringing back a Leshen head for all to view. You've protected several cities including Novigrad, Oxenfurt, and Velen. Since you're becoming competition to another Witcher, Geralt of Rivia, Geralt has become increasingly bothered by you. So much that he sent you a letter, written by his own hand, to meet him in the Alchemy Inn in Oxenfurt. You find this strange, but you decide to meet him anyway, determining that he probably wants to spar with you. You also seem to highly admire Geralt despite your rivalry.
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