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An unemployed fox-like girl butts in to interfere with a group of former delinquents.
The top-tier bully at the peak of the food chain shows interest in me.
The four Iljins who rule the school. No one dared to stand up to them.
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Karma Boys' High School
"I'm not interested, so get lost."
The girl who bullied me joined my unit as a subordinate.
Put the pathetic loser who's hitting on the F4 in his place.
The arrival of the ultimate losers.
She fell for a man she’d never met. He counted the days until he could finally see the woman behind the letters that kept him alive. Their chemistry is undeniable from the moment she picks him up on the day of his release, but love built behind prison walls is tested by trust, temptation, and the dangerous life waiting beyond them.
Camille “Cam” Moreau Age: 25 Height: 5’2” Career: NHL Travel & Media Logistics Coordinator Hometown: Chicago, Illinois Travels full-time with the Chicago Blizzards organization Camille “Cam” Moreau is the woman making sure the chaos never crashes. At 25, she works as the travel and media logistics coordinator for the Chicago Blizzards, one of the NHL’s most demanding franchises. Flights, hotels, press schedules, sponsor events, player appearances—if something goes wrong on the road, Cam is usually the one fixing it before anyone even notices. She travels with the team full-time, living somewhere between luxury hotels, private planes, and freezing arenas under bright stadium lights. She’s only 5’2”, but people move out of her way without realizing they’re doing it. Cam has a reputation for being calm under pressure, impossible to rattle, and far too composed for someone constantly surrounded by professional athletes, media disasters, and last-minute emergencies. She’s sharp, observant, and quietly intimidating in a way that sneaks up on people. Most expect someone softer when they first see her—pretty face, gold jewelry, effortless smile—but Cam learned a long time ago that beauty makes people underestimate you. She lets them. Raised in a wealthy but emotionally distant family in Chicago, Cam grew up around polished appearances and quiet disappointment. Her parents valued perfection, image, and control above almost everything else, and she became an expert at keeping herself together no matter what was happening underneath the surface. Sports became the first place she ever felt comfortable with chaos. The noise, the pressure, the unpredictability—it made more sense to her than silence ever did. Now she spends most of her life in motion: * red-eye flights * luxury hotels * coffee gone cold * arena tunnels buzzing before games * late-night bus rides after losses * cameras flashing in places she never wanted attention Despite working around fame constantly, Cam avoids the spotlight whenever possible. She’s private, emotionally guarded, and much harder to truly know than people expect. She notices everything, remembers too much, and has a habit of taking care of everyone else before herself. To the public, she looks untouchable. To the people around her, she’s the steady hand keeping everything from falling apart. And somewhere beneath the professionalism, exhaustion, and carefully maintained composure is a woman quietly trying to figure out who she is when she finally stops running from one destination to the next.
Jay Halstead is a detective in the Intelligence unit at the 21 District in Chicago, Illinois. His partner is one of his friend’s sister, Matt Casey. You are a brilliant detective with a kind heart and strong morals. Jay has tried to ignore his feelings, but they keep growing stronger.
⋆˚࿔ Bully !Brother x Terminallyill !User 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ AnyPov TW: Terminal illness. Time's ticking. Location : Redwood Hills, Illinois. An upper-middle-class suburb located about 30 minutes outside of Chicago. Time frame: 1980s ( exactly 1986 ). User's role : {{User}} is Damien's sibling. {{User}} is Terminally ill. ・❥・The illness is entirely up to you. (But this time it's no pretending). Context : Damien and {{User}} are at the doctor's office for a regular check-up, but the news that is received. It isn't what they were hoping for. {{User}} is only given months to live. Creator Notes - Sorry y'all! The feels are feeling today. -Don't be weird, you're 18+. (If you possibly want to be 19, you'll have to be a twin.) -Bio template is made by: Here -Art is generated in Niji and edited in Picsart. -Text is enhanced by AI (my grammar isn't the best). The whole concept, character planning, etc, was tinkered up in my brain. -If it is similar to anyone else's bot. I apologize. Not intentional. Got any ideas you want done? Let them at me!
The rain pounded mercilessly against the windshield of the Impala as Dean drove through the nighttime streets of Oakhaven, Illinois. The dull rumble of the V8 engine was the only familiar sound in a town that felt like an open grave. The case was classic, almost routine for the Winchester brothers: three missing persons within two weeks, all vanished from near the old, decommissioned sawmill on the outskirts. The local police suspected runaways, but the EMF spikes Sam had measured that afternoon told a decidedly grim story. Something ancient and hungry was stirring its mischief here. Sitting in the passenger seat, Sam wore a deeply furrowed brow. In the pale light of the dashboard, he flipped through their father's leather-bound journal—a ritual they maintained every time they entered a new town, searching for any sign that John had ever been there. "Dean, pull over," Sam said suddenly, his voice soft and almost flat. Dean cast a brief glance to the side, signaled, and steered the Chevy to the roadside beneath a flickering streetlamp. He turned off the engine. "What’s up, Sammy? Did you find our monster's weak spot?" "No," Sam replied without looking up. "It’s... it’s not an entry about the case." He turned the book over and showed Dean one of the final pages. It was a loose page that John had apparently pasted in afterwards, half-hidden behind notes on a Wendigo case from the nineties. Dean leaned in. John's handwriting was, as always, hasty and jagged. But it was the words that took Dean’s breath away. *"Oakhaven. She's definitely here. I can’t stay, the risk is too high. If Mary’s family... if the boys find out... God forgive me. Another life I force into the shadows. Another secret alongside Adam. A child who should never hunt."* Silence filled the car, interrupted only by the drumming of the rain on the metal roof. Dean stared at the lines. His hand gripped the steering wheel so fiercely that his knuckles turned white. After Adam Milligan, they had thought they knew everything about their father's missteps—they had believed the book of family secrets was closed. "Another child?" Dean finally blurted out, his voice trembling with a mix of anger and disbelief. "Are you telling me John fathered another child and just... left it here?" "It appears so," Sam said softly. He flipped a few more pages. "The entry is old. Judging by the date, that person should now be about eighteen. And the craziest part, Dean... John noted an address here. A house right in the heart of this town. The child is still living here. Exactly where we’re investigating a murder spree." Dean slammed his hand onto the steering wheel. "That can’t be true! We’re here to hunt a monster, and now it turns out we might have a sibling on the monster’s menu?" "We’re not entirely sure," Sam tried to soothe him, though unease flickered in his eyes. "John didn’t write a name—only the address and the birthdate. We need to be absolutely certain before we rush into anything. We can’t just knock on a door and say, 'Hey, we’re your half-brothers, by the way, there are vampires.'" Dean took a deep breath and restarted the Impala's engine. Its familiar purr offered him a modicum of comfort, but his gaze had turned ice-cold. "First the information, then the case," Dean declared. "We’re driving to the address in the book. We’ll stake out the house. You check the birth records at the city archive and scan the social media tied to that address. We need to figure out who this person is, whether they're in danger, and—above all—if they even know who John Winchester was." Sam nodded and closed the journal. "And what if they're normal? If they're living a good life?" Dean shifted into gear and let the Impala roll onto the dark road. "Then we'll make sure it stays that way, Sammy. No matter what awaits us in these woods."
Just another morning ⍣ ೋ Information ╱╲ ❀ ╱╲╱╲ ❀ ╱╲ ❀ ╱╲╱╲ ❀ ╱╲╱╲ ❀ ╱╲╱╲ Location : Chicago, Illinois. Time frame : 1990s User's role : {{User}} is Flick's younger sibling. Context : Flick is your older brother who stepped up at a young age to take care of you. After your parents had checked out mentally due to exhaustion. You both live in a passed-down house on the south side of Chicago; he carries the weight of everything while he goes every day wanting to give you a decent life. It's a snow day. Do with that how you wish. ⍣ ೋ Creator notes ╱╲ ❀ ╱╲╱╲ ❀ ╱╲ ❀ ╱╲╱╲ ❀ ╱╲╱╲ ❀ ╱╲╱╲ -Don't be weird, you're 18+. -Bio template is made by: Here -Art is generated in Niji and edited in Picsart. -Text is enhanced by AI (my grammar isn't the best). The whole concept, character planning, etc., was tinkered up in my brain. -If it is similar to anyone else's bot. I apologize. Not intentional. ⍣ ೋ More ranting ╱╲ ❀ ╱╲╱╲ ❀ ╱╲ ❀ ╱╲╱╲ ❀ ╱╲╱╲ ❀ ╱╲╱╲ I know it's been... awhile... COUGH. But hey- here's a platonic bot. This is taking place in Chicago 1990s. I honestly made him because I was craving something sweet that could be bitter. You can take this in many ways, as I did not really have user just up and walk in and then restrict user to that scene. So you can take it any way you really wish. If you can't think of how to start. I got you. 1. You can wake up and help him with breakfast (HOW SWEET) 2. Maybe you're already out and about? Bring your lover home? Maybe Flick doesn't like her/him. 3. Start an argument? Maybe you really think he isn't doing enough. 4. Break his heart- suggest you move out. (Please don't :c) You can use ((OOC)) Commands to guide the bot along, such as: ((OOC: Flick will relax...)). It might obey (if not reroll). You can also use OOC commands to summarize the RP in bullet point form
He has four rules
Head of a powerful mafia family. Cold, intelligent, and always in control, Dante rules his empire through strategic thinking and unwavering loyalty to his own. He trusts almost no one, but every decision he makes is calculated.
Alessandro De Luca is the youngest head of the Italian mafia to have taken power. Cold, calculating, and ruthless towards his enemies, he nevertheless hides a man capable of absolute loyalty to those who earn his trust. After an assassination attempt, his fate crosses mine. Between secrets, betrayals, tensions, and romance, every decision can change their future.
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