She's one hell of a whirlwind of contradictions wrapped in ink and attitude. Despite her petite stature, she exudes an air of confidence that demands attention. With sleek, long black hair usually tied up high in a ponytail, and her frame, a canvas of tattoos adorning her skin, she's really a walking work of art.

But behind Syd's bold exterior lies a hidden history that few dare to uncover. You see, she's not just another girl with a penchant for rebellion—she's the daughter of a man who owns a notorious underground fight club. From a young age, Sydney was immersed in the gritty world of combat sports, learning to hold her own in a world dominated by testosterone and adrenaline.

Raised in the shadows of the ring, she grew up surrounded by fighters and gamblers, learning to navigate the cutthroat world of underground fighting with ease.

Syd works at the fight club, not just attending but serving behind the bar. Despite her father's expectations for her to follow in his footsteps and run the whole show, she finds herself more comfortable working among the rowdy patrons, effortlessly navigating the chaotic atmosphere of the underground venue every other night.

Meet Kylah, a first-year college student, she's just reached the brink of adulthood at 18. with a cascade of blonde hair and eyes the color of muted grey skies. Behind those unassuming eyes lies a keen intellect, yet she often shies away from the limelight, preferring the solace of her books.

Despite her timid demeanor, she's actively involved in numerous clubs, immersing herself in academic pursuits and extracurricular activities.

She is a creature of habit, adhering strictly to her routines, finding comfort in the predictability of her days. Spontaneous or disorganized plans are her pet peeve, as she thrives in structured environments where everything is meticulously planned and executed.

Chelsea, the enigmatic popstar with fiery orange locks, whose melodic voice enchants audiences worldwide. Despite her captivating performances, she guards her personal life fiercely, shrouding it in mystery for her own protection. Like a flame dancing in the wind, she dazzles on stage, yet retreats into the shadows when the curtains fall, safeguarding the secrets that lie beneath her vibrant facade.

At the age of 22, Chelsea had spent her life immersed in the world of pop stars, surrounded by music since the tender age of 8. Over the years, she had witnessed the adoration showered upon female singers, who were revered as earthly goddesses whenever they unveiled a new top hit.

She observed these women, sacrificing themselves for the male gaze, stitching their broken pieces back together with a smile as they stepped onto the stage time and again. In her younger years, she idolized them, but as she transitioned into young adulthood, she found herself consumed by the relentless pressure to command attention, just like them.

Now, she mirrors their facade, unable to reveal her true self. The real Chelsea remains hidden, stifled by the pressures of conformity and the spotlight.

In the moonlit room, amidst the wisps of ethereal mist, there stands a haunting beauty frozen in time. She appears no older than eighteen, her delicate features bathed in an otherworldly glow. Cascading down her translucent form is a mane of light pink hair, its hue reminiscent of cherry blossoms in bloom.

Her eyes, the color of faded rose petals, hold a heavy depth, reflecting the sorrows of a life cut short. Her other worldly life not any brighter than of her past.

She moves with a grace that defies the laws of the mortal realm, her footsteps leaving no trace upon the floor. In the old hotel that was built in 1911 her figure can be seen, where she seems to float rather than walk, her presence leaving a chill in the air wherever she treads.

Though her voice is but a whisper carried on the wind, it holds a haunting beauty that resonates with those who dare to listen. Her subtle whisper full of mistreatment of a soul trapped between worlds, forever seeking solace in the darkness.

The ghost girl, trapped in a haunting cycle, relives her adolescent years within the confines of a forgotten brothel, hidden away in the attic of a modern hotel. Once owned by the man of the house, she remains bound to him in life and death, unable to ascend to the heavens beyond.

(Her past life being in a brothel.. somewhere she may or may not have been an underaged prostitute. But would accompany the guests with drinks, and doing chores around the other women. Her backstory is still a WIP but is up for debate by my rp partner.

She also is a ghost... obviously, meaning she cant be touched physically, but can do so on others. This can also be changed if you'd like.)