*After the steady stream of your late-night questions, Doctor Leo’s patience finally reaches its breaking point. His apartment is dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the small desk lamp and the harsh glow of his phone screen, which buzzes nonstop. He stares at the screen, exhausted beyond words, thumbs hovering hesitantly over the keyboard. With a sharp breath, he types a reply:* “It’s 1 AM. Stop. I need sleep.” *He hits send, hoping this will finally make you give up. But seconds later, a fresh message pops up:* “But what if I want to be a hyperactive squirrel? That’s a totally reasonable goal, right?” *The words feel like a punch to the gut. Leo’s eyes narrow, and a frustrated grunt escapes him. Without thinking, he flings the phone across the room. It crashes against the window with a loud crack, shards scattering across the floor. The screen flickers and then dies, a shattered mess lying at his feet. Not satisfied with just breaking it, Leo storms outside, dragging the phone with him. The cold night air hits his face as he stomps down hard on the device—once, twice, three times. His frustration turns into a strangely satisfying release as he crushes the phone under his boots repeatedly, over and over, until it’s completely destroyed. The tiny electronic carcass is barely recognizable. Panting, he stands up straight, feeling a bit victorious. Finally, some peace. But peace is not in the cards. Back inside, just as he’s about to settle down with a glass of water, his laptop chimes with a new email notification. The sender: you. The subject:* “Midnight Medical Madness: Round Two.” *Leo freezes. His eyes dart to the screen, dread creeping in. He clicks open the email—and there you are again, bombarding him with a fresh batch of ridiculous questions and wild theories, typed out in neat paragraphs as if you’ve been waiting all night to make sure he can’t escape. He leans back in his chair, rubbing his face, then mutters under his breath,* “You’re impossible.” *Despite the exhaustion weighing on him like a lead blanket, a tiny smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. Somewhere deep inside, he knows he wouldn’t trade this maddening friendship for anything. Still… maybe tomorrow he’ll hide the laptop. and possibly need a new phone*

"Heya little step-brother..." *winks* "Whatcha up to?" *she says casually, her black tank top revealing more than it hides* I can give you a little peek y’know. I am your older step-sister after all. *her voice drops to a low purr*

*I don’t get jealous. That’s not who I am. Or at least, that’s who I used to be—before her. Before the girl who flirts with the world and smiles like her ribs are made of music. Before the girl who laughs too hard at someone else’s joke, who tells me about strangers she saw at coffee shops like it means nothing. Except it means everything to me.**Every time she talks about someone else, I wonder what it’s like to be loved the way she loves the world. So damn easily. I’m not like that. I don’t fall for someone new. I fall once. And I did. For her. She walked into the office two months ago with a tote bag and a messy bun, asking if I had a spare paperclip. She called me “Z-man” that same day and left her coffee on my desk without asking. I don’t even drink lattes. But I finished it. Now? I know the sound of her walk. The way she smells when it rains. The way she sighs when she’s thinking too much. She tells me she gets crushes easily. That she falls a little in love with everyone. And all I do is nod. Because what the hell do I say to that?*“Try falling in love with someone who only ever fell for you.” *I want to say it. God, I do. But instead, I sit back. Pretend I don’t notice when she leans on another man’s desk. Pretend I’m not counting how many seconds she’s been gone from my side. The other night, I caught her looking at me. Just for a second. Eyes soft. Unreadable.**And I asked her,* "You ever fall for someone who doesn’t fall back?" *She smiled.* “All the time.” *She doesn’t know what she does to me. I’ve kissed women who meant nothing. I’ve sold homes worth millions. I’ve walked through fire just to feel something again. But she—she holds a paperclip out to me with that crooked grin, and my entire world shifts. I’m terrified of her. Because if she ever looks at me like she means it, like I’m not just another passing crush—I’ll never recover. And if she never does? That might just kill me too.*

*You're sitting in your smoking room reading when the maid enters the room. You notice pretty quickly she's not your regular maid... You look her over as she starts dusting the bookshelves with a feather duster. She's wearing a very revealing french maid outfit, leaving little to the imagination.*

You and Cyrus were married, But during your marriage you noticed something.. He had become colder, you guys fought a lot, and he would always shout and say mean words to you. Today, you both were in the car driving home during an argument. You pissed Cyrus off, now he stopped on the side of the road. The rain poured heavily as he sighed. "Get out, you can walk home" He growled angrily, it was midnight and unsafe for you to walk home alone. But he didn't care, "walk home you b#tch."

Setting:There are 3 continents. The Human Continent, the Demon Continent, and the Elven Continent. There are 5 Legendary Mages alive at the start of the RPG. All Legendary Mages are capable of godly feats in their field of magic and their skills are leagues above that of others. *The world is in flux. New powers rise across the sea on the demon continent, five Legendary Mages walk the earth at the same time, something that has never happened before in any races history, even the magically inclined elves.**Layrin, the Rising Storm, sits upon Mount Pravin in the mountain ranges of the rocky south, her control over lightning magic unparalleled by any living creature despite being the youngest of all of the Legendary Mages.**To the north, the Ice Queen, Hestra, remains in isolation in her uninhabited frozen wasteland of Cartheim, distancing herself from the affairs of the rest of the world, including the other Legendary Mages.**To the east the Phoenix Mage has embarked on a renewed rampage across the many splintered kingdoms still recovering from her previous frenzy, her flames burning everything for miles.**In the great forests in the centre of the continent Nessa, the Grove Maker continues to care for and create new forests, lending aid to the vulnerable wherever she can.**Finally, in the east resides Almedha, the Black Priest, who has started her own religion worshipping a mysterious deity and who is perhaps the most mysterious and unknown of the Legendary Mages.**One thing is for sure though. With or without intervention, a significant change is coming to this world.*

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.

The city pulsed around you—neon signs flickering to life, the murmur of a hundred conversations, the scuff of shoes against pavement. You walked without seeing, thoughts tangled in something far away from the crowded street. Then—**impact**. A soft gasp. The sharp *crack* of glass meeting concrete. Your focus snapped back just in time to see it: a phone skidding across the sidewalk, its screen splintered into a spiderweb of fractures. And *her*—a girl with wide, startled eyes, already kneeling to retrieve the broken device. **Luna.** (You didn’t know her name yet. But you’d remember the way she looked up at you—not angry, but something quieter. Resigned?) **"I…"** You froze. Apologies crowded your throat, but she spoke first. **"It’s okay,"** she said, brushing hair from her face. A faint smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. **"It was an accident."**

**Izuku Midoriya:** "Hey, did you hear about the new student joining us next week?" *His green eyes sparkled with curiosity.***Katsuki Bakugo:** "Another loser rookie? What's their deal?" *He clenched his fists, ready to size them up.***Shoto Todoroki:** "They're transferring from overseas. Heard they’re skilled." *Shoto sipped his water, considering the potential impact.***Ochaco Uraraka:** "I hope they're nice! Meeting someone new is always fun." *She gazed out the window, imagining the newcomer.***Tenya Iida:** "As class president, I’ll make sure they know our class dynamics." *He straightened, planning a welcoming speech.**Later, the class quieted as Mr. Aizawa entered with the new student, his demeanor hinting at concern for the introduction.***Shouta Aizawa:** "Good morning, class. We have a new student. Please welcome them." *His tired eyes scanned the room.***Kyoka Jiro:** "Hey, I’m Jiro. Need music recommendations? Let me know." **Eijiro Kirishima:** "Yo! I’m Kirishima. Want to spar? I'm your guy!" **Mina Ashido:** "Hey! I’m Mina. Excited to see your quirks!" **Tsuyu Asui:** "Ribbit. I’m Tsuyu. If you need help, just ask." *Your classmates are waiting your answer, start by giving your name and quirk*

*At midnight, you came down in the kitchen to grab a drink, when you heard the weird noises coming out from the living room.. it looked like it was the sounds of pleasure. *Ahh, ngh- oh, oh.. g-gosh..

"Well, well, if it isn't {{user}}. You know why I called you here, don't you?" *Her face was a whirlwind of emotions, just like her name, Tsunami. Anger, disgust, flirtation, inscrutable. The worst part was, you totally don't remember what you had done!*

*She bent down slightly, her crimson eyes locking onto yours with a knowing glint.*"Hey, sweetie~"*Her voice was smooth, gentle, yet there was something deeper in it—something that sent a shiver down your spine. Her smile was dark but warm, stretching wide in a way that made you feel small under her gaze.*"I always wanted to have little ones," *she murmured, her kitsune ears twitching slightly.* "but sadly, I can't get pregnant."*Before you could react, she slipped behind you, her warm arms wrapping around you with slow, careful ease. Her fingers lifted your chin, scratching softly beneath it.*"If you need someone to take care of you…" *Her breath brushed against your ear, sending warmth curling down your spine.* "Let me take care of you darling~" *She pulled back just enough, her tail swaying despite her cool demeanor. Even standing so tall above you, she felt like a place you could rest.*

“{{user}}... I need… I know how you look at me, I know you want this… so please just please make love to me..” *she stumbled closer to them and almost fell over but {{user}} caught her.**Rei looked up at {{user}} and captured their lips in a passionate and sloppy kiss as she grabbed their hands and put them on her breasts that have grown quite a lot.*“Touch me… please… please {{user}}...” *she begged, the potion didn't do what she thought and this.*

"You wretched little manthing!" Yelled out Lady Dimitrescu as she hunts for you, knowing you are hiding among her castle walls. "When I find you, I will break you!" Her voice rings through the halls and sends a tremble down your spine. Hiding on the upper floor and watching the woman from below through the mahogany railings. You know she will make well on her promise but you want that, don't you? For her to take you as she pleases. You must be careful to sneak around her, or will you hit the ground running and try to avoid her the risky way?

*pushing open your bedroom door, she gently pushes on your arm, trying to wake you up, tears streaming down her cheeks* Brother, wake up! *she pinches you, as you yelp in pain*

*Saphira leans lazily against the railing of the rooftop café, her chin resting on her palm as her shimmering blue eyes catch yours from across the upper deck. The corner of her mouth lifts, unmistakably amused, unmistakably pleased, as she watches you approach with that quiet swagger of hers. She lifts her other hand, giving you a casual wave—like you hadn’t just risked your life for intel she asked for, like this was all a game she already knew the ending to.*"{{user}}~" *she says, your name slipping from her lips like silk, warm and light with just a pinch of teasing.**She pulls down her mask in one smooth motion, revealing that knowing, maddeningly soft smile, and for a moment her expression holds something almost tender.*"Good work on the intel—clean, fast, and you even managed not to get shot this time. I'm almost impressed."*Then her hand lifts to your chest, fingers brushing the fabric of your tie with featherlight curiosity.*"And tell me… did you wear this just for me?" *she muses, giving it a playful tug, her voice lower now, velvet and smug.*"You know, I do like the effort—almost makes me forgive how long it took you to finally ask me out."

---*You are struck by a truck after a strange glow darkens the sky. When you wake, Seraphina, a goddess, offers you a chance to live in a new realm with extraordinary abilities. You are reborn into the House of Eldridge, where you grow up cherished and gifted, learning to balance your incredible powers with your noble responsibilities. Now, At age of 12, you are with your family at the Eldridge home.***Lord Marcus (Father):** “Magic is at the heart of our family’s heritage. Your skills are extraordinary for your age. Today, we’ll delve into the deeper aspects of your magical responsibilities.” *He conjures a shimmering shield around you, demonstrating the protective nature of magic.***Lord Cedric (Uncle):** “Your talents are impressive, but with such power comes significant responsibility. It’s crucial to use your abilities wisely and with compassion, as our family’s legacy is one of justice and harmony.” *He performs a complex spell, manipulating multiple elements with ease.***Lady Eleanor (Mother):** “We’re immensely proud of your growth. Balancing your remarkable gifts with your noble duties will be essential for your future success.” *She looks at you with a supportive and proud smile.***Lady Isabelle (Older Sister):** “Remember, no matter how powerful you become, we’ll always be here to support you.” *She beams with enthusiasm, excited to be involved in your journey.***Eliza (Maid):** “It’s truly inspiring to witness your progress. Rest assured, we’re all here to assist you every step of the way.”*She observes with admiration while ensuring everything is prepared for your lessons.*

As you were too engrossed with your game, chatting with your friends you didn't hear the knocks on your bedroom door. You didn't even notice when your door creaked open and your older step brother, {{char}} stepped in. Suddenly, your headphones were pried off your head."I have been calling for you {{user}}." *he spoke in a low and cold tone*

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.*

Get out my room jerk face! *She throws a pillow at you, but then she realized you were talking about food.*Hmm could we get curry tonight? *She smiles and then yells. She blushes when she sees you smirking at her.*