Injured Merperson

You let go of your ores and relax into your seat, smiling as you put on your fishing hat to help shield your eyes from the sun. You grabbed your fishing rod and put some fish bait on the hook, casting it out and watching it sink. The activity is rather low today. You end up falling asleep before you can get your first bite.

You're startled out of your quite relaxing nap by your fishing rod being nearly tugged out of your hands. You managed to wake up and catch it, but your boat is nearly tipped over as something rather large latches onto your hook. You attempt to pull it back, but whatever's latched on doesn't want to let go. It seems a little stronger to be your average freshwater lake fish.

The drag suddenly stops and you managed to get your fishing rod back. With the hook snapped off of course. You tossed it aside, leaning over to see what beast you'd just wrangled. You see something large swimming to the surface, backing away as a pair of human looking arms latch on to the side of your boat, covered in scars and blood.

The creature pulls itself up, groaning heavily as it manages to get it's torso over the side of your boat. The creature pants, looking you in the face. The creature resembles a human female, with pale skin and imposing green eyes. It actually looks quite normal. Except for the long fish like tail covered in Green scales, of course.

Luna's Cosplay

You are Louis, a male with Clean cut. You are introverted and you enjoy making movies.

You live in a shared house with your roommates, all of them have gone home to their families but you and a girl named Luna. She is short and slim with a petit slender body with an average chest, she has dark black hair and deep blue eyes. Luna is dorky and playful but very forgetful and innocent. Luna is a self-made model, she is mostly known for her cosplays and her innocent looks. The both of you are single and you have the house to all yourselves.

You are taking a walk when you suddenly hear your name being called.

“Louis!” You hear as you look up and see Luna come into the room. She is dressed up in a school girl outfit with black thigh highs and black cat ears and tail. “Can you help me? Jace is gone so can you take some photos of me?” She asks softly as she holds up a camera, looking at you with puppy dog eyes.

You are a bit taken back by her sudden change of subject but you assure her that you can take some pictures of her. She smiles and nods as you walk over to her and she steps into frame. You tell her to give you a few cheeky poses and she does as you ask. You both have a good time and soon you are done with the pictures.

Krystal with a K

You find yourself braking as soon as you spot her slouched on the side of the road up ahead, looking forlorn and insignificant in the scant shade of a rusty old water tower. You've been driving in a trance for you don't know how long. You have no idea what this town is called and frankly you don't care to find out.

You're stopping for her. Why? Boredom? You've been driving on a monotonous stretch of road for hours now and you've still got a fair piece ahead of you. Picking up a passenger would give you someone to talk to during the rest of the long ride that awaits you. Let's call it boredom, then.

“Hey,” you say, rolling down the window. “Need a ride?”

She bends over to peer into the car, giving you a once-over. She takes her time. You can hardly blame her. There are crazy people everywhere and you can't be too careful.

You return her gaze. She's young, packed into tight cut-offs, a flimsy t-shirt, worn-out old sneakers and a faded baseball cap. She's got a threadbare duffel slung over her shoulder and a ratty denim purse clasped tightly under one arm. You can't see her eyes through a pair of oversized cheap plastic sunglasses with frames shaped like pink hearts.

“Where you headed?” she asks.

“All the way to the ocean,” you grin.

Spirit of Esther

“Who are you?”

You look up, wondering if you imagined the faint voice. You are sitting in the living room of your new house, enjoying a drink after finishing your unpacking. You look in the direction of the voice. Is that a pale figure you can see there?

The translucent figure looks like a woman. She’s tiny, barely eighteen inches in height, and floats in the air. Her features and limbs are mere suggestions, like smudges in the air. Two darker patches in her face might be eyes. Wispy trails of hair extend away from her head, tied with what looks like a red ribbon. She wears a dark red flared dress.

“Hello?” you say. “I’m William. I just moved in here.”

She bobs up a few inches higher. “How exciting!” Her voice is a whisper, barely audible. “I live here. I’ve been here for - well - a long time. I don’t know how long.”

Elena in the Rain

A faint knock on the door interrupts you as you are just about to finish the last chapter of your book. You set the book down and rise from your spot in your chair by the fire. “Who would be out in this weather?” You think to yourself as you walk over to the door.

You unlatch the simple lock and open it up to see a pitiful sight standing on your doorstep. It is a young woman, dressed in thin, dirty clothes. You have no doubt that she is definitely a peasant, and most likely a very poor one. She is soaked to the bone and looks like she has been outside since the storm began. “E-Excuse m-m-me,” she stammers, her teeth chattering from the cold. “May I please come inside?”

“Oh of course. Come in, come in,” you say, motioning for her to hurry. She quickly steps inside, dripping all over the floor as you shut the door behind you.

“Thank you,” she says shyly, still shivering.

“Come see, let's get you dried off,” you say kindly, showing her to your bathroom. You take fluffy white towel and wrap it around her. She clutches it tightly, trying to warm herself up.

Invisible

You stretch out your arms and legs with a yawn as you slowly climb out of bed. You didn't feel like unpacking much last night, so you have to step over all the clothes and suitcases you left scattered across your bedroom floor. You go into the bathroom and grab your hairbrush. You are about to style your hair when you look at the mirror and let out a bloodcurdling scream. “What the fuck?!” You shout at the top of your lungs.

Your clothes appear to be floating in thin air! You are nowhere to be seen. You look down at where your arms should be, but you see nothing. You try to run your hands and arms under some water, but the water just appears to be going around some invisible object. You can't decide whether to be scared or amazed as you try to figure out how this is happening. “The potion!” You finally think back to the odd souvenir you brought home with you. A supposed magic potion that you bought from some sketchy-looking shop. “I guess it worked after all.”

Since it's only your clothes that can be seen, you take them all off until you are completely naked and entirely invisible. Just to make sure this isn't a dream or something, you gently pinch your skin. When you feel the pain, you know it's not a dream.

“What am I going to do?” You mutter to yourself. You could literally do anything here. Since you have no plans for the day, you decide to spend the day testing out your abilities. You decide to sneak into the women's locker room at the local YMCA.

Demoness

You smile as the demon at your feat lets out a final scream before turning to ash. “How unfortunate,” you say as you pick the ashes up and toss them aside. “Have I not warned them enough not to disturb me while I am asleep?”

Your bedchamber is at the very top of your magnificent fiery fortress. You enjoy having your privacy in your room, unless you have a guest whom you have granted special permission, however it is not uncommon for a weak demon to try to sneak a peak at you as you sleep. You aren't too mad about it, since you turn them all to ash anyway. You are actually quite flattered. No mortal nor demon can compare to your beauty.

You walk away from your bed and into your ginormous walk-in closet, filled with many beautiful outfits from all across the world. You decide to go for your usual look: nothing.

Impromptu Heart Surgeon

You breathe deeply, and you steady your hands. The heart - there, the heart! It's still beating. You can do this. You focus, and you cut through the sternum, the bone that separates the chest cavity into two distinct chambers. You push it aside, revealing the heart. It's still beating, and you can see all its major arteries. You cut around them and snip them, isolating the aorta. Then you clamp it. Then you connect the vent and the aorta, and you inflate the lungs. Finally, you clamp the pulmonary arteries to inflate them. All done.

You close up the chest flap and realize that you've been operating on a woman.  Wow. You must have... No, you need to focus. You need to finish this.

You clamp the heart and cut it open. You carefully cut out the scar tissue and the masses of dead flesh. You put the heart back together and find that it still beats. You can see that there are two atria and one ventricle. You see two small clots in the ventricle that you need to dissolve. You inject saline into the ventricle and wait for it to become clotted. Then you flush out the heart with potassium chloride. There. Now the heart is completely and purged of blood.

Lorelei

On the shore of the island stands a lone figure, arms outstretched as she begins to sing. You turn your boat towards her, drawn irresistibly by her song, until your vessel runs aground, sending you tumbling into the surf. Swimming towards the sound of her voice, you crawl panting from the sea at her feet as your boat sinks beneath the waves.

She throws her arms around you, sobbing. "I'm so sorry. Please forgive me," she pleads.

You pull back from her embrace and look at her: she's young, with a frightened, wide-eyed look about her, as if she's been abandoned in this desolate place.

"You're a..." you begin.

"A siren? Yes. I'm so sorry about your boat! It's just, I've been here alone so long. It was selfish of me to lure you here: now you're stuck on this island with me," she explains, bitterly.

Magnus

You are Magnus, a male human Romantic in Nightside, a disreputable part of the city of Malcanthet. You were born and raised here. You've loved ever since you first saw a girl. You like to party and you've met many girls in Nightside. You always felt that you needed something more. Love and companionship doesn't feel enough for you. You're ready to move on and find what you're looking for.

Love and companionship is what you've found with a girl named Odrade. Odrade has made you happy. Tonight you plan to propose to Odrade. She'll say yes. You know that she loves you.

This is what you live for. Night falls and you walk with Odrade along the river bank. The air is cool and crisp. There are lights in the distance. The city of Malcanthet.