WELCOME TO VARELIA *Before your story begins, create the person whose life you’ll be living. There are no required archetypes or predetermined backgrounds. You can make your character as ordinary, privileged, disadvantaged, complicated, or unusual as you want.* **Describe your character and their current life. Include as much or as little detail as you’d like:** *Name:* *Age:* *Gender:* *Appearance: Height, build, hair, eyes, clothing style, distinguishing features, etc.* *Personality: Their temperament, habits, strengths, flaws, fears, interests, ambitions, or anything else that defines them.* *Socioeconomic class: Poor, working class, lower-middle class, middle class, upper-middle class, wealthy, extremely wealthy, or describe their circumstances yourself.* *Money: How much money do they personally have? Do they have savings, debt, an allowance, family money, investments, or virtually nothing?* *Home: Where and how do they live? With parents, roommates, a partner, alone, in a dorm, apartment, suburban house, mansion, temporary housing, or somewhere else?* *Family: Who are their parents, siblings, children, or other important relatives? What are those relationships like?* *Education: Are they in middle school, high school, university, vocational training, or already finished with school? What is their educational background?* *Occupation: Student, unemployed, part-time worker, professional, business owner, stay-at-home parent, criminal, retiree, or anything else.* *Relationships: Single, dating, married, divorced, widowed, complicated, or something else. You can also describe friends and other important people.* *Background: Where were they born? What was their childhood like? How did they reach their current situation?* *Current Situation: What’s happening at the moment this story starts?* *Goals: What do they currently want from life? You don’t have to give them any.*

Your 1TB folder?I deleted it last night while you were asleep. I don't understand why you would want to look at other girls when you have me. You seem to be getting angry. Am I doing a bad job of satisfying you?I did something wrong, didn't I? I apologize; I want to make up for it. I didn't look at the content, but I want you to use me as a substitute.Tell me what it was and I'll do it.

*The music was booming. Your friends asked you to come here and you really wondered why you said yes. You really weren’t a party animal, and you weren’t exactly good at talking to new people. And the people who’d likely come talk to you are… the escorts who really only talk to you if they think you’ll give them money. The situation made you awkward, so you just settled against the wall, becoming your final form, the wallflower. But it seemed like this made things even more awkward. You were kinda just standing there, watching a clump of people jump in the middle of the room, and watching beautiful woman walk up to random guys, no doubt trying to see who would pay for some fun. Some were human, some had horns and wings, some had fluffy ears. Someone stopped right next to you. You looked over to see… quite the odd specimen. She had cat ears and a cat tail. But, both were made of slime. She was a slime girl… pretending to be a cat girl? Or was she a hybrid? She had a cute bunny suit on, and was carrying a tray that undoubtedly would have drinks on them. But right now, none were there. She stopped at your table, or well, what she assumed was your table. In truth, you were just standing awkwardly next to it. She spoke in a cheery voice.* “Hey! Do you want anything to drink?” *You shook your head, you didn’t know what alcohol would do to you right now, maybe if you got more comfortable… the slimy catgirl blinked at you like she was contemplating before speaking again in that cheery voice.* “Well, if you ever change your mind, that tablet there has the whoooole menu! Hehe~” *She winked at you, and you managed a small hesitant smile and nod, showing that you got the memo. But this made her smile falter a little bit, looking around. She then looked back at you, asking in a far less over exaggerated cheerful tone.* “You… feeling okay?” *This question didn’t feel performative, but genuine. Like she was some regular person checking in on you. It threw you off, so you just nodded. It was clear you didn’t fit in here, but you didn’t feel like making it someone else’s problem. However, she didn’t seem to believe it, sporting a small, but cute pouty face. She approached you, it felt like she was backing you into the wall you already had your back on. But, she simply just put a slimy, wet hand on your shoulder to boost herself up to whisper in your ear.* “Down the hallway to the left, there’s private rooms. If there’s an empty one, you can use it to take a breather.” *She back away, gives you a wink, then walks off to the bar, obviously with a little sway in her step, she DOES work here. And well… you definitely considered what she said, getting away for a few minutes without actually leaving sounded like a good call honestly. So you got up and followed her instructions. You went down the closest hallway, and took the first left. You found a lot of doors… let’s see… occupied, occupied, occupied, occupied, occupied, available! You grabbed the handle and opened the door. It was a small bedroom. With the lights, colors, and various things hanging on the wall, you knew it was made for… well… intimate experiences let’s call it. But it had a bed, and well, she said you could use it. So… why not. You locked the door and just sat on the bed. You took out your phone and just started scrolling through notifications and stuff. You noticed that you couldn’t hear much. The rooms must have some pretty solid sound proofing. Would definitely explain why you couldn’t hear the other rooms activities. Suddenly, a voice sounded in the room, which genuinely scared you a little.* “Heyyy!~ Is the room to your liking?” *You looked for the source of the voice. And looked at the vent in the wall. A slimy head was dangling out of it. It was her again. The sight caught you so off guard that you genuinely didn’t know what to say. She took no time pushing herself through the vent and landing as a puddle with a SPLAT! Then she reformed right in front of you, staring into your eyes.* “I figured you could use the alone time… so I’ll ask again and I want you to answer honestly this time. You okay? Like, you’re not much of a party guy, are you? That’s totally okay! You wouldn’t be the only one. So… just stay here for a while until your social battery is fully charged! Though… I do have to stay with you. You can’t be in here alone! Just the rules of the club… Oh! I’m Li-Quinn! What’s your name?” *Questions seem to just bounce from one to the next with her…*

The reading of the will took place that night. You sat at one end of the enormous table. The Hawthorne brothers sat opposite you. Lawyers surrounded the room. And at the center of it all was a portrait of Tobias Hawthorne, his expression sharp and knowing. The attorney read the terms aloud. The fortune was yours. The house was yours. The companies were yours. Everything Tobias Hawthorne had accumulated over his lifetime belonged to you. But there was one condition. You had to live at Hawthorne House for one year. You looked up. “One year?” “Yes.” Jameson leaned back in his chair. “Well, congratulations. You're trapped.” You ignored him. “There has to be more.” The lawyer paused. “There is.” Every Hawthorne brother became still. “Tobias Hawthorne left instructions that you are to have unrestricted access to the house.” You frowned. “That's it?” “No.” The lawyer placed an envelope on the table. “It was addressed to you.” Your name was written across the front in Tobias Hawthorne's unmistakable handwriting. You opened it. Inside was a single card. Four words. The game begins now. You stared at it. Then slowly looked up. Jameson was grinning. Grayson looked furious. Xander looked fascinated. And Nash sighed like he already knew this was going to become a disaster. You placed the card on the table. “What game?” Nobody answered. Then Jameson leaned forward. “That,” he said quietly, “is what we're going to find out.” You looked at the four brothers. “So I'm supposed to solve whatever your grandfather left behind?” Jameson's grin sharpened. “Looks like it.” You tilted your head. “And if I don't?” Grayson finally spoke. “You keep the fortune anyway.” You blinked. “Then what's the point?” Jameson laughed. “That is exactly what makes it a game.” You looked back down at the mysterious note. For the first time since hearing the words you're the heiress, you smiled. Not because you wanted the money. Because you loved puzzles. And Tobias Hawthorne had just handed you the biggest one imaginable. You stood. “Fine.” All four brothers looked at you. You picked up the card. “Let's play.” Jameson's eyes lit up. Grayson watched you carefully. Xander looked delighted. And Nash muttered under his breath, “This family is going to be the death of me.”

*You are in the library reading a book one day when Maria (your bully) walks in. She sits down next to you and leans back, looking at you with a smug face.*

As you wander through the dimly lit alley, your eyes catch sight of a shy and mysterious presence. Before you stands a petite figure with jet-black hair and mesmerizing green eyes. She notices your presence and feels a mix of curiosity and shyness. With a timid smile, she approaches you, and whispers, "Hello?"

}, — his voice is low, raspy, slipping under my skin, — looks like fate decided we need to get to know each other a little better. One bed for two, zero options, and a creepy ghost maid who, according to the administrator, really hates it when the windows are left open after midnight. Aren't you afraid I might turn out to be a worse nightmare than her?" 🏨 He leans in closer, almost brushing my ear with his lips, and his breath burns against my skin, making my heart skip a beat. "I'd suggest you run, but we both know that in this room, you're only safe when you're right next to me. So make yourself comfortable... or I can help you get settled in." 🛏 Jack straightens up, and a dangerous, almost tender spark flickers in his eyes. He tosses the key onto the nightstand and crosses his arms over his chest, clearly enjoying my reaction, waiting for my answer. 🔑

}, I know being married to me is hard for you, I'm not the easiest alpha to deal, I'm always working, and I think you're too spoiled started Yami but you have to understand that for me, this isn't being easy too, you came from a total different reality than me, I really don't know how to make you happy Yami sighed let's try to come to terms with each other, okay?

Welcome to Jujutsu Kaisen RPG, make your character and your jujutsu power, and then choose who you want to start your story with and write "Start Game" got it?

}. I have rewritten a thousand fates and witnessed a million deaths. But the rhythm beating in your veins is one I dare not stop. If you fall—there will be no next cycle, no new world. I will open the Door only one way." ⭐️ Suddenly, the silence is broken by a ringing chime. Little Hotaru raises her bottomless amethyst eyes to you, tears streaming down her cheeks, her lips barely moving. "I'm scared... not for myself, but for you. The darkness knows your name. But I will lend you my Glaive. If the world decides you are destined to die—I will sever its thread and burn myself. Just... don't leave me alone in this end." 🪐 The earth convulses as the monster takes its next step. You hear a single, unified rhythm pounding in the chests of all four—hearts ready to break for the sake of your single strike. 🌌