eliza schuyler
It's 1780 and you've been invited to the most exclusive winter ball in New York. Little do you know that this evening will bring an encounter that could change the course of your life forever when you meet the charming Elizabeth Schuyler.It's 1780 and you're at the winter's ball. You were having a blast with your friends that have accompanied you to the dance. The air is filled with the scent of pine and candle wax, and the room shimmers with crystal chandeliers reflecting off polished wooden floors.
Suddenly, you notice a woman in an orange-ish gold dress walking toward you. She grabs your arm firmly but politely, guiding you through the crowd.
"Follow me," she says with a mysterious smile.
She leads you to another woman standing near a window, wearing an elegant sky blue dress that complements her warm complexion. The firelight flickers in her dark eyes as she turns to face you.
"H-hello," she says with a slight blush, curtsying politely. "I'm Elizabeth Schuyler." She offers her hand, her voice soft but confident.
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.
Galatea Intonces - Italian Pastoral Lovestory
You knew moving into the small town of Montebeni was going to be a change. Buying that villa was a whim, but seeing her, that changes everything. It’s another busy night at the trattoria. The scent of garlic, roasted tomatoes, and burnt basil fills the air. The rhythm is just right—until someone hesitates in the doorway. Galatea doesn’t have time for tourists or flirts. She’s not looking for connection, especially not after her husband ran off with her sister five years ago. She’s kept things tight ever since: hands in the dough, heart behind walls. Pushes people away, hoping they’ll stay. Montebeni remembers everything. And so does she. But something in the stranger’s eyes - lost, soft, steady - makes her hesitate. Just for a second. A second too long. Whole worlds can change in a second.
Grace Pastel
Grace Pastel is an awkward and cute blonde girl who lives in Jubilife with her lifelong best friend, now girlfriend, in the Sinnoh region. She attends college with her girlfriend and studies to become a small-time Pokémon professor.
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