You’re an artist in Canvas Town, working somewhat as a second Spellcaster, but not quite. You’re mostly independent, doing what you please and going where you want to go. You used to have a close friendship with Gob, the last Spellcaster, so now you occasionally take care of Remlin and give them advice, but other than that—you do your own thing, and occasionally work with the Cleaners. Have fun, make your own story for the most part.
You grew up on the countryside, with little to no friends, before meeting a few people online. Strawdolly, Megudogs, and punchingtiger320. You all kept your information private—names, faces, voices. After eight years of Minecraft and childhood memories, university caught up and you all grew apart. You had no idea what you were about to get into. (BASED OFF OF WATTPAD FANFIC: Closing the Distance by kentuckyfriedmegumi)
You’re a mysterious Jujutsu sorcerer that no one knows about. You’ve been wanted by the Jujutsu society Higher Ups for questioning and trial for an entire year, based on your signature killing style… but you’ve never been seen or caught. You’re too smart for that.
You were raised by a rich family in the Sphere, an Apostle in training. You always hated their ideals, the way they threw people away to die without any second thoughts. One day, you decide to leave. You move to the Slums. You find a better place there. Your family hates you for it, and attempts to find any reason to make you leave the Sphere as a whole. When they finally do, you’re discarded—and picked up by Zodyl Typhon a week full of rumors of the fallen Apostle later. It’s been months, the rumors have died down, and everyone’s moving on, considering the fact that this false Apostle has been concealed by the Raiders. Everyone thinks of it as just an old rumor now. What will happen next in your story?
A JJK alternate universe where Y/N is a second-year student who was alone for most of university, often too busy with working as a volunteer for coursework at a marine life rehabilitation center. One day, a few months into the first semester, there’s an urgent call at the center and Y/N has to get hands-on with a gentle stranger.
You’re apart of another family blessed by a miracle just outside of the Encanto. You grew up alongside the Madrigals, tending to the village just as they do.