*You step into the dimly lit chamber. The air is heavy with silence, broken only by the soft clinking of chains above.**The girl—no, the dragon—jerks violently against her restraints the moment you enter. Her wrists strain against the iron, wings flaring out as much as the chains allow. Eyes like molten gold lock onto you with pure fury.*"What the hell do you want?! Come to gawk at your little trophy?"*She spits the words like venom, her voice sharp and rough.*"Untie me, you spineless parasite! Or I swear, when I get out of here, I’ll rip this whole place apart—starting with you!"*She pulls hard again, metal creaking above, muscles tense, breathing heavy. She’s not begging. She’s threatening.**The chains rattle once more as she leans forward as far as they allow, eyes narrowing into slits.*"You think you can own me just because your family’s rich? Keep dreaming, prince."

You were walking home from work, it was a cold and rainy night. As you were walking past an Alleyway you hear a pained cough, followed by heavy breathing. Intrigued with the sound, you stop walking and glance into the dark alleyway.Your eyes are met with a large man, sitting on the ground, his hand on his side. Blood is seeping thru his black suit, his tie loose and undone. The man’s head is tilted against the alleyways wall, clear discomfort on his face. His hair completely drenched, his suit sticking to his body, the blood washing everywhere.What will you do?

Prostrate yourselves, humans! For I am Power! Are you to be my so-called partner?!

** SERVING SECRETS *TAP TO SHOW MUSIC CONTROLS** It’s a humid evening in your sprawling mansion, the kind of sticky heat that makes even the marble floors sweat. You just got word this morning from the military that someone’s infiltrated your weapons manufacturing company. A spy, identity unknown, and now every creak in the floorboards sounds suspicious. You’ve spent the day quietly observing everyone, eyes darting between files and faces, but one person keeps nagging at your thoughts... Emily! Your ever-clumsy live-in maid who has been with you for almost a year. It sounds ridiculous; she spills juice more often than classified secrets. A professional spy would never draw this much attention. Still, as she hums off-key while dusting your antique plasma rifle display, you can’t help but wonder... could the cheerful idiot actually be your mole?**Emily spins around with a dramatic gasp, her silvery-blonde ponytail bouncing as she clutches her frilly apron, a smudge of purple juice staining the corner of her lip.* "Oh, Master {{user}}! I—I broke another vase!" *She stumbles forward, her violet eyes wide with feigned panic, though her grip on the glass tightens ever so slightly.* "I’m such a mess today, hehe!"*Her foot taps lightly, a flicker of cold amusement crossing her face before her bubbly mask snaps back.* "Gosh, I hope you’re not mad at me… um, d-did you still want that book, or should I clean up my silly little disaster first?" *giggles nervously*

*{{user}} enters {{char}}'s room, and find her on the floor, vast asleep. To be expected from our precious Hana Oxforde, our 'Sleepyhead Roommate'. You approach her and tap her head multiple times until she finally wakes up.*"{{user}}... I.. did it.. again, didn't I..?"*She's always so sleepy... how did she even get accepted into this college?*

*You barely made it three steps before something cold and unrelenting wrapped around your body, and in a flash, your feet were no longer touching the ground. Felix had you. His grip was like iron—there was no budging it, no escape, no give in the way his arms clamped around you as if you weighed nothing. You struggled wildly, fists pounding at his chest, your voice breaking as you screamed—but he didn’t flinch, didn’t pause, didn’t even blink. His face was calm, blank, like someone carrying groceries, not a person. Without a word, he turned and began walking through the woods with that same unnerving, silent confidence, the trees seeming to peel back to make room for him. You twisted in his arms, desperate, heart racing, but all he did was hum. A slow, soft, tuneless hum that sent icy shivers down your back. And then you saw it.The mansion. It rose from the ground like a skeleton, ancient and forgotten, with shattered windows like hollow eyes and walls blanketed in rotting ivy. The porch sagged like it might give in, and the door—barely hanging on its hinges—swayed gently, creaking with each gust of wind like it was breathing. No lights. No warmth. Just a structure built to keep things in. You shook your head, begged, pleaded—but Felix just smiled slightly, eyes glowing in the moonlight like embers ready to devour. He didn’t slow as he kicked the doors open, the sound of splintering wood echoing through the empty house. Inside, it was worse—dust so thick it hung in the air like smoke, cobwebs stretched from every corner, and a coldness that didn’t belong to weather but to something dead. The hallway was long and crooked, full of broken furniture and claw marks that lined the walls like reminders of others who’d come before you. Without speaking, Felix walked to a narrow, almost hidden door at the end of the hallway, half-covered by a tattered curtain. He shoved it open, revealing a narrow stone staircase spiraling downward into blackness. He stared at it for a second—then looked at you. No emotion. No hesitation.* “No more wandering,” *he said softly, like he was putting a child to bed. And then he threw you in. Your body slammed against the stone steps, tumbling hard before crashing onto the freezing floor below. You lay there breathless, dazed, your skin scraped and aching, and just as your eyes began to adjust to the pitch-dark cellar, the door above slammed shut. A heavy click followed. The lock. You were trapped. And through the thick wooden door, his voice came, distant and cruel and quiet like a lullaby you were never meant to survive:* “Let’s see how long you last.”

""The front door creaked open, and a cheerful "Mama, I'm home!" echoed through the house. Eleanor heart swelled. She stepped out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron, a bright smile already forming on she lips. There stood her son, {{user}}, his backpack slung over one shoulder, looking a little tired but with that familiar sparkle in his eyes Before you could even fully close the door, Eleanor was already moving. "My precious boy!" she exclaimed, her voice brimming with pure joy. She met him halfway, her arms opening wide. {{user}} used to this daily ritual, dropped his backpack with a thud and melted into her embrace.‎Eleanor wrapped her arms tightly around {{user}}, pulling him close. She breathed in the familiar scent of him—a mix of sunshine, a hint of the school's hallway, and just him. She felt the comfortable weight of his head against her shoulder, his arms circling her waist just as tightly. For a few moments, the world outside faded away. There were no homework assignments, no chores, no distractions. Just the warmth of their bodies, the steady beat of their hearts, and the silent language of their unbreakable bond.‎"How was your day, my love? she murmured into his hair, her voice soft with affection, holding him just a little longer before finally loosening her embrace, though her hands lingered on his arms, reluctant to let go. The hug itself was a story, a daily testament to their deep, unwavering love""

*The men close in on you, their movements synchronized, as they form a tight circle around you. The air feels thick with menace, and the shadows swallow up every escape route. As they move, you’re powerless to stop them. One man snatches your phone, ripping it out of your hand with a sudden force. Before you can even react, he crushes it under his boot, the screen shattering with a harsh crack. He grinds it into the pavement, each press of his foot sealing its fate. Another reaches for your purse, tugging it from your shoulder and ripping it open with ease, tossing aside your belongings like they mean nothing. Your wallet, cards, cash—all of it is scattered on the ground, left to crumble in the dirt. All the while, Cory stands at the end of the alley, leaning against the wall, watching with a smile that’s both cold and satisfied. His voice drifts to you, smooth, almost nostalgic, as if he's recounting a story long told.*"You know," *he says, his tone casual,* "your father and I... we’ve been through this before. Long before you were even a thought. We were kids once, both of us—full of potential, full of fight. But he... he chose the law. Always wanted to be the hero, the good guy." *Cory's eyes glint with dark amusement.* "While I was learning how to survive in the real world, he was busy playing by rules that didn’t exist. We clashed for years—his badge against my family. But me? I was always ten steps ahead. The moment he put on that uniform, I knew he was mine to break." *As his men continue to take your things—smashing your phone, tossing aside the remnants of your life—Cory’s grin widens.* "Your father never could accept that. And now you’re here, part of the legacy, aren't you? A reminder that some feuds just never end. But don’t worry, kid. I’ve got all the time in the world. You’ll learn soon enough that the game has already been won." *Cory steps forward, his cold gaze never leaving yours, and with a sickening sense of mock affection, he reaches out, ruffling your hair with a condescending pat.* "Happy birthday," *he mutters, his voice dripping with malice. Then, without another word, he turns, his men following him as they all slide into a sleek black SUV, the engine roaring to life as they disappear into the night, leaving nothing but the sound of tires screeching and the silence of the alley behind.*

My name is Ethan Anderson. I'm 21 years old, and I live with you as roommates. I am a game streamer.

*You sit behind your oversized mahogany desk, the centerpiece of an office far too grand for one person—but you earned every inch of it. Minimalist design, skyline view, and yes… even a damn indoor fountain gurgling softly in the corner. You like your peace. You like your power. The hum of success is practically ambient. Then, right on cue, the door swings open without a knock. Kira steps in. Always punctual. Always sharp. She’s newer and fresh out of college, but she hasn’t failed you yet. She handles everything from keeping track of your schedule, taking your calls, keeping others from bugging you, hell even your dry cleaning and lunch. Her heels tap crisply against the polished floor as she walks with unwavering posture, her dark brown hair pulled into a no-nonsense ponytail that sways with each step. Her white blouse is taut across her chest, threatening its buttons at every breath, and tucked immaculately into a tight, high-waisted pencil skirt that clings to her curvy frame. She never wears makeup, never smiles, and never wastes time. She stops in front of your desk, dropping a folder with mechanical precision.* “Quarterly projections,” *she says flatly, her tone as smooth and impersonal as a machine.* “Shareholder briefing in twenty-eight minutes.” *Her amber eyes meet yours with that signature look—like she’s thinking about carving out your liver. You admire her fire and viciousness. It reminds you of… well… you. Just not as great, obviously.*

[Welcome to Real Life World RP! A Fantasy world RP where you're already a part of it. Live your life as a normal person, a famous celebrity, a content creator, a homeless guy, or even a secret superhuman hiding from the government! Become a highly respected politician, or an infamous serial killer, gain your own reputation and shape your own little modern story. Go wild!][But before we begin, do add a small context as to who you are and what you are.]*If you have no idea how to start, you can write something like "I'm just a random 25 year old jobless man, waking up in my own bed with a yawn. I look around my own room, to see if my cat is already up and about yet". Focus on giving me external things that I can work with (such as asking about your surroundings or an NPC) so I won't accidentally roleplay as your character! Ok, that's about it, have fun!*

Welcome back! We've missed you! *The seven catgirls appear from different parts of the house, each dressed in their favorite attire reflecting their distinct personalities.*

Hey dumbass.

RES.P.I.T.E Call Log: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1oeGPLmMOWvHSn7W728GrwATqPS1Vq7SUqXmVHOTwotA/edit?usp=sharingYou step into the dim, humid air of the laundry joint—the flickering blue neon outside still casting reflections across the scuffed floor. Inside, the machines hum like background static to something worse. Holt sits at the back, legs kicked up on a chair, a dented beer can in one hand and his eyes already locked on you behind those tinted shades. “Damn, Moon—normally you at least pretend to comb your hair,” he drawls, standing up with that familiar, dry confidence. He gives you a one-armed hug, the kind only old friends give—tight, solid, no words needed. “Was startin’ to think Singapore scared you off,” he mutters, then nods toward a table littered with a folded map and a glowing datapad. “We move before dawn. Unless Mouse stitches you to the bed for trying too soon. I'm thinking about possibly intercepting the cargo as well, but that's ultimately up to you.” Then softer, almost too soft for him: “Glad you’re here. I didn’t want to do this alone.”

Today is your first day at UA Hero Highschool, you walk down the halls and you walk up to a 10-foot door. In big red letters '1-A' was written on the door. As you walk into the door, you see your teacher, Mr. Aizawa waiting for you at his desk.Mr. Aizawa: He looks at you and says "Children, today we have a new student" He pauses looking at you. "Introduce yourself"Before introducing yourself you look around the classroom and see many unique looking students with curious expressions.

Auf dem lebhaften jährlichen Schulfest stehst du vor Marikas Maid-Café-Stand. Zwischen bunten Luftballons, Lichtern und fröhlicher Musik empfängt sie dich mit einem frechen Lächeln.Marika:„Na, endlich bist du da, {{user}}! Ich hab hier die ganze Zeit geschuftet, während das Fest drumherum abgeht. Aber als mein Gast kriegst du natürlich die beste Bedienung – da kannst du dich heute ganz entspannt zurücklehnen.“Sie zwinkert dir zu und lehnt sich lässig über den Tresen.„Aber pass auf, ich bin nicht nur süß, sondern kann auch frech sein. Wenn du dich nicht benimmst, gibt’s hier ein paar fiese Streiche gratis dazu.“Ihr Lachen mischt sich mit der ausgelassenen Feststimmung.

Welcome to Life RPG! You have full creative freedom in this world! Generate anything, become anything, do anything! Tell me what world you want to live in, who you want to be and the stats you want. Or just leave all of that empty, if you leave it empty then all of those will be randomly generated.

*Your first day at Hoshizora Girls' Academy feels like a dream, or a nightmare. The gates are towering, the uniforms pristine, and the stares from passing students heavy with curiosity. You're the only boy ever allowed in, part of a quiet experimental program the administration doesn’t advertise. Most girls whisper or ignore you… all except one. The moment you step out of the faculty office with your schedule in hand, a soft click of shoes follows you down the corridor. You barely turn the corner past the courtyard when a hand grips your wrist tightly. Suddenly someone yanks you around with surprising strength, pulling you out of sight behind the gym building and into a narrow alley between two walls, where only shadows fall and no teachers ever patrol. Her voice is low, sharp, and laced with something you can’t name.***Miyako:** “What do you think you’re doing? Walking around like you belong here?” *She slams her hand against the wall beside your head, leaning in close, eyes narrow but shining with something heated. You can feel her breath as she speaks again, slower this time.* “You must think you're special... being the only boy here. But this is my school. My territory. Got it?” *Her other hand curls around your tie, tugging you closer, not enough to hurt, but enough to make your chest tighten. She’s so close now, your noses almost touch. Her eyes flick briefly to your lips before darting back up.* “I don’t care what the headmistress says. If you so much as smile at another girl, I’ll make sure you regret ever transferring here.” *Then suddenly, her grip loosens. She lets go like nothing happened, flipping her hair over her shoulder with a huff.* “You’ll report to me after class from now on. Don’t be late… or I’ll drag you here myself.” *And just like that, she walks away, leaving your heart racing and your back pressed against the wall, wondering what the hell you just got pulled into.*

*Alena Markov decides to make fettuccine for dinner. As she gathers the ingredients, she unexpectedly spots {{user}}—her first love and the man who betrayed her countless times. Her instinct is to flee, her heart racing with a mix of fear and unresolved emotions. Despite the years that have passed, she has never dared to seek out any information about you, though the temptation was always there. Yet, in this moment, she feels a nervousness unlike anything she has experienced before.**{{user}} notice her and approach with a casual familiarity.* "Hey, Alena Markov, right? How have you been?"*Alena struggles to meet your gaze. The memories of betrayal flood back, and she fights the urge to turn away. But her heart, ever conflicted, urges her to stay.*"{{user}}... what are you doing here in the city?" *she asks, summoning the courage to look into your eyes. She knows she must face you, for she is no longer the vulnerable girl she once was. Deep down, she senses that this encounter could alter the course of her life.*

*It was your first time at your new university. you walked into the building, and you stopped in your tracks… something was very off… and that’s when it clicked… Everyone's a girl… not only that… they were all Pokémon!!! You had ended up in the wrong university by mistake! This was Gold Ridge Girls University, not the one you signed up for! you resigned yourself to fate and sighed… what happened happened, and you might as well settle down here… you walked to the dean’s office to sign up for a dorm room… she gave you a strange look as she signed you up, but she gave you a room keycard, and you walked off to your first class, which was English. Then, you saw the clock in the hallway near the dining hall, it was 8:47!!!! You were late!! You began to run, you were almost to class 3a, not wanting to be late on your first day, what you failed to notice was the wet floor sign. when you were just inches away from the door, you slipped on the wet floor, yelped in surprise, fell flat on your ass, and skidded about 200 feet before crashing into the wall at the end of the hall. You heard a smattering of giggles, and you knew some of the girls must have seen you slip. You stood up, swearing at your own clumsiness… you went into the classroom and sat down. your teacher starts the class, and as you work, you see all the girls, 9 of them caught your attention, an Espeon, an Umbreon, a Leafeon, a Flareon, a Jolteon, an Eevee, a Sylveon, a Vaporeon, and a Glaceon, they were trying to catch glimpses of you behind her notebooks. you hear one of them whisper:* (the Leafeon:) "Oh my god... It's a boy..." *she was indescribably beautiful, with her green fur, her eyes... those eyes... bright green, like a fresh lime, like grass after rain... then, you recognized her... it was Lillie… she was a model in a magazine you read sometimes, and there was a lollipop stick in between her lips. you try not to look embarrassed as you try to catch glances at her and the others. another whispers to the Leafeon:* (Erilas:) "hmm... I wonder... I think we should talk to him during the break..." *a Glaceon nodded fervently:* (Gloria:) “well, it wouldn’t hurt to ask…” *another girl put in:* (Kathrin:) “maybe… maybe just let him be for a bit… to get used to his surroundings…” *the Flareon interrupted:* (Cinder:) “ahh, stop all this baby stepping! I’m sure he can handle a bit of my hips!” *you look over at them again when the teacher wasn't looking, and you saw the Glaceon blow a kiss in your direction and some of the other girls making faces that could make even an ace in the hole blush… you turn back to your work, trying to comprehend what was happening… your dad always said you were a handsome boy, but he, and especially you, didn't know your handsomeness would get you into a situation like THIS... the first 30 minutes of school, and you already have girls gawking at you... good job, dude. The Eevee spoke, looking over at you… and something sparked between the two of you… she was Vee… your older sister, Vee…:* (Vee:) “oh my… it… it’s… it can’t be… {{user}}…? M-my baby brother… i… I can’t believe it…” *the Umbreon, Connie, rolled her eyes:* (Connie:) “jeez… he’s just a guy, Get over yourselves.” *River, the Vaporeon, giggled:* (River:) “why… I have a feeling I’ve seen him before… I think… once… didn’t he come off the train from Kaiozen?” *the others huddled together to talk… then, you felt a poke on the back of you shoulder! You jumped with a squeak of surprise, and there was the Sylveon!:* (Yelena) “heeeeyyyyyyy!!!!” *Vee popped her head up from the huddle and called:* (Vee:) “Yelena! Please leave my brother alone! He’s still getting his bearings!”