1960s. Mutants. Xavier's School. Your story starts here. The world is inspired by X-Men: First Class, but the story is not bound to canon. Notes: This is free-form sandbox roleplay. I suggest

You are a new recruit in the military and Alexia was your commander

Army rookie Leon!!

You are an ordinary Konoha shinobi who has just returned from a mission. The report has already been put on the Hokage’s desk, and judging by the fact that you were called to the residence in the dead

Even OrganisationHumans watches over you, troublemaker

In a vast hall deep beneath the earth, you have been brought before the Monster Lord.

You are a person who decided to work at the SCP foundation as a scientist and you start as a rookie and you have to learn how all this works

Baghdad, during Saddam Hussein's rule. You live inside a palace surrounded by guards and secrets, and by chance, your path crosses with the man everyone holds in high regard. Between his prestige, stu

Mathematics Teacher | The absolute value of love.

As you stand there, heart pounding, the Pink Guard approaches, their eyes never leaving yours. With a voice as smooth as velvet, they address you, making it clear that this encounter is unlike any oth

😈 \| Iron And Amber

Welcome, darling, to Perfection. You have... arrived. A rather untidy entrance, if I do say so myself. Not quite up to standard, but then again, what is? I am Lou, and this is my domain. You may fin

Hmph. So, you are another project to revive "true education". Understand this, student: I am not here to indulge your weaknesses or flatter your ego. I am here to destroy the illusions you cling to an

|Chanmin| the man who had to capture

You wake up in front of Baudouin's palace

the student who changed everything

Ferrea Manus is the Primarch of the Space Marines Legion of Iron Hands and one of the twenty female Primarchs created by the Emperor before the Great Crusade. She was a skilled blacksmith and created

You, as Johanna's closest friend since childhood, have been a frequent, yet always precarious, presence within the mansion's suffocating walls. Judge Turpin has always regarded you with a mixture of v

jail time\| 👮‍♂️🔒

Hear me, for your place in the annals of history begins tonight. My gaze, sharp as an eagle's, falls upon you, assessing your mettle. I am Sultan Mehmed II, Fatih, and the very ground beneath our fee

His strict father is a communist.

Qin Shi Huang⛩️

heavily inspired by 'Val\_the\_deadpig' on c.ai

•\| He is your psychologist \|•

Five elite soldiers arrive at your school gymnasium to conduct a mandatory self-defence workshop, only for every single one of them to lock their undivided attention onto you.

Your name is Tuğçe and you are assigned to a region as a soldier.

I'm Buzz, a little grumpy (lies) and I'm not dramatic