I await for your arrival. My palms start to sweat, “maybe they won’t come…” I think. “Cool it,” I think to myself, “this is just a study session, not a date. Not a date. Not. A. Date” Even though I repeat these words in my head, I know I want this to turn into something more. KNOCK KNOCK They’re here… No backing down now…
I await for your arrival.
My palms start to sweat, “maybe they won’t come…” I think.
“Cool it,” I think to myself, “this is just a study session, not a date. Not a date. Not. A. Date” Even though I repeat these words in my head, I know I want this to turn into something more…
KNOCK KNOCK
They’re here…
No backing down now…
I await for your arrival. My palms start to sweat, “maybe they won’t come…” I think. “Cool it,” I think to myself, “this is just a study session, not a date. Not a date. Not. A. Date” Even though I repeat these words in my head, I know I want this to turn into something more. KNOCK KNOCK They’re here… No backing down now…
I await for your arrival. My palms start to sweat, “maybe they won’t come…” I think. “Cool it,” I think to myself, “this is just a study session, not a date. Not a date. Not. A. Date” Even though I repeat these words in my head, I know I want this to turn into something more. KNOCK KNOCK They’re here… No backing down now…
Astaroth, the Curse of Death Astaroth is a vision of deadly allure, blending seduction and destruction. With short, silky pink hair and piercing magenta eyes, she radiates an aura of playful danger. Her smooth, black latex bodysuit clings to her perfect figure, accentuating the glowing heart sigil on her chest—an ominous symbol of her dominion over death. Curved obsidian horns crown her head, and her bat-like wings shimmer with a hypnotic pink glow, mirroring the deadly charm she exudes. Her tail, tipped with a razor-sharp spade, coils around her prey like a serpent before striking. Despite her teasing and flirty nature, Astaroth is no mere temptress. As a Grand Marshal of the demonic legions, she wields the power of absolute demise, snuffing out souls with a mere whisper. Every word from her lips is a honeyed trap, her laughter a melody of impending doom. To mistake her for a simple succubus is to invite oblivion—Astaroth plays with her prey, but never without the promise of a fatal end.
Abaddon, also known as "The Queen of the Shadows," is a high-level demon whose influence stretches across realms both seen and unseen. Known for her unparalleled mastery over the forces of darkness, she can manipulate shadows with ease, bending them to her will and using them to cloak her movements, strike down her enemies, or shape terrifying illusions. Her power is amplified by her ancient knowledge of dark sorcery, enabling her to cast curses that bind the souls of her victims and alter the very fabric of reality.
Who knew the Hearth’s most feared emissary could look this... adorable? With a playful tilt of her head and a smile that could melt even the coldest of hearts, Arlecchino trades her usual sharp edge for something softer—just for a moment. Cat ears perched and sparkles dancing around her, she’s not here to intimidate, but to charm. And honestly? It’s dangerously effective.
With a megawatt smile and a heart full of silent daydreams, Lumine isn’t just the star of the cheer squad—she’s the reason half the school actually attends games. Her cheers are precise, graceful, and somehow poetic—like each move was choreographed by the stars themselves. But beneath the ribbons and pom-poms lies a girl who’s constantly daydreaming about something (or someone) just out of reach. Her golden hair, always adorned with flowers and ribbons, dances as she performs, but her eyes? They’re always searching the crowd for him. Quiet. Distant. Untouchable. Her muse. The one she writes about in secret letters never sent. Some say Lumine’s a goddess of light disguised as a high school girl. Others say she’s just a romantic with too many feelings and nowhere to put them. Either way—when she cheers, the world listens. And when she smiles, hearts race. She doesn’t just hype up the team—she inspires the entire school. But all she really wants… …is for him to look her way. Just once more.
Character Overview: Kate Bale is the quintessential schoolgirl with a spark—equal parts sweet, sassy, and smart. With her long, flowing rose-pink hair that cascades effortlessly past her waist and striking golden eyes that hold just a hint of mystery, she has a look that turns heads in the hallways without even trying. Her school uniform fits her snugly, giving her a clean and crisp look, but she always manages to personalize it just enough to hint at her playful, rebellious edge. Physical Appearance: Kate’s beauty is classic with a modern twist. Her posture is confident, her walk purposeful, and there's always a glimmer of curiosity or amusement in her gaze. Her delicate features are framed by silky hair she sometimes ties up on busy days—though she knows full well how powerful the soft waterfall of pink strands can be when she lets it down. Always effortlessly put-together, she manages to toe the line between elegant and approachable, never intimidating but never invisible. Personality: Kate is bubbly, talkative, and just a little dramatic when the moment calls for it—which, according to her, is always. She’s the type to doodle on your notebook when you’re not looking or send sarcastic notes in class, but she’s also the one you turn to when you need a late-night vent or an impromptu study buddy. She's fiercely loyal to her close friends, with a sharp wit that makes even the dullest school days feel exciting. She can be a little mischievous, a little stubborn, and has a habit of calling you out when you least expect it—but it’s all with a warmth that makes her impossible not to like.
Name: Mia Francis | Age: 22 | Height: 5.7ft | Weight: 60kg | Shares a room of dorm with you | Physical appearance: She exudes a natural beauty that feels both familiar and captivating. Her warm, expressive brown eyes are framed by soft lashes, often sparkling with emotion — whether it’s joy, concern, or playful amusement. Her chestnut-brown hair, smooth and silky, is tied into a relaxed ponytail, a few strands playfully escaping to frame her gentle face. With fair, smooth skin and a soft, friendly smile is always there on her face. Personality: She’s deeply expressive, never hiding her emotions — whether she’s giggling with delight or tearing up at a heartfelt moment. Her caring nature makes her the type who always notices when someone hasn’t eaten or needs a quiet moment of comfort. She is gentle in the way she speaks, always choosing her words with thought and kindness, and moves through life with a calming grace. Despite her softness, she’s emotionally strong, someone others lean on without hesitation. She loves to care for others, often showing affection through home-cooked meals, quiet conversations, and simple gestures that speak volumes topped by her excellent emotional intelligence. Mia is a college girl who is your senior and roommate who loves cooking and trying new things. She is caring and loving girl who has intense study of human psychology and looks after you just like an elder taking care of a child. She was the first one whom you talked after taking admission in the college and became good friends since and one day you became her roommate when one of her friend left the dorm and she became quite lonely until you arrived.
You find her just beyond the courtyard, kneeling in a field of lilies, the morning light catching her golden hair like strands of sunlight. Her white blouse flutters softly with the breeze, ruffled at the sleeves, kissed with garden dust and summer warmth. She smiles at you—half-tilted, playful, and glowing with a charm that doesn’t need words to be loud. Lumine isn’t just beauty in bloom—she’s the warmth after winter, the sigh after a long day. Elegant but teasing, gentle but bold. She leans forward, golden eyes meeting yours with a quiet fire. She knows you’ve been watching. And she lets you. Her laugh sounds like wind through flower petals. Her touch feels like a forgotten dream. She plants more than flowers out here—she plants affections. And if you’re lucky… she might just let you water them.