(Closed temporarily, check in later!) Throw any character in here and I'll give them an awful scenario.

So basically the title, I wanna put your characters through death and back. "It's just for character development." That's all baloney, we're just doing it for fun. Or you know, I could give them a "happy" scenario If their life is already a bunch of bull crap.

XD yes putting your characters through some much crap you wonder how they're still alive, is fun.

Hmm, interesting

Just throw a link with one of your characters in here. And if you don't want one of those, I can probably grab a quick template.

Oooh…

(I got some inspa- here we go. And for scenario purposes, I'm just using a random villain.)

Caelen had been captured. He was tied down, with hand restraints secured around his wrists. The villain gave a snide grin under their hood, and was basically spitting in Cae's face. "Child, I need that information, and if you won't give it to me, you may not have the head to tell anyone." They growled. Cae gritted his teeth, avoiding to look at the villain. "I-know-nothing." He barely breathed. The villain had control of Cae's body, but not Cae's thoughts or mind. The villain screamed, seeming to half crush Cae. "YOU IDIOT! YOU'LL DIE EVEN IF YOU DON'T TELL ME. YOU'RE DOOMED ANY WAY, YOU MIGHT AS WELL TELL ME!" They screamed. Cae said nothing, now with a cold stature, looking at them. "I'll teach you to respect me!" They said stomping out of the room leaving Cae tied to a surgical table.

Cae wanted to scream. A short fat man with a cold face had come in, and began to electrocute Cae. With short sharp shocks, bursting through him. Cae didn't know what was keeping him alive, but he wished it would stop. Tears of pure agony were streaming down his face. Then everything stopped. He let out one long scream, and his voice just gave way. The short man, bumbled out of the room, replaced by the villain. "You ready child? Or do I have to put you through more pain?" The asked with a glare. Cae couldn't even speak above a hoarse whisper. "Kill me." And the villain smiled. "Gladly. But not yet." They picked up a small beaker, and stepped slowly over to Cae. The villain tipped the bottle over top of his arm, the contents spilling out. If he had had any voice left, he would've screamed. The sight was horrifying. His arm felt as if it was on fire, and by the looks of it, it looked like it'd been completely charred. Cae squeezed his eyes shut, tears pouring down his face.

"You like it? It's my favorite torture method." They smiled, putting a few more drops onto his leg. Cae wished and begged himself to just die. But whatever this cruel villain had, whoever created it, they knew how to torture someone alive. "PLEASE- stOp." He shouted, his voice cracking. The villain smiled. "You ready to tell me what I need to know? Because I can always find more ways to coax you." The grinned. Cae let the tears stream down his face. "I- told you…" He took a deep shaky breath. "I know- nothing…" He sobbed. The villain let out a strong, heavy laugh. "Oh child, I've known." Cae's eyes widened. "I was just trying to get someone else to tell me what I needed. You were the bait." The villain said cruelly. Cae almost shrieked. "Who even are you? Why are you here?" Cae cried as the villain turned away. They stopped and pulled off their hood. Cae could tell the villain had dark blue hair, a little longer then shoulder length. They turned and faced Cae. Cae gasped, he's seen this girl before. He wanted to scream out of sheer terror.

"I'm here because someone thought it was a good idea to put you through hell." She began. "You, an innocent child. Some people in this world find joy in other people's cruelty and pain. Then there are those who have to bare it. You my child, have to bear it." She said turning around. "And most people call me Rainy." She said walking out, leaving the sound of her heels echoing through his brain.

Character by: @chaos_generator_13

Short Story by: @RainyDayArtist

(HERE WE ARE! Unexpected twist in the end there huh?)

(Oh and I have a good prompt for the next character, I really enjoy it a lot.)

@chaos_generator_13 cool! Go ahead, you'll probably wanna change the villain tho, I don't think you want it to be me XD @Icefire i can build a quick temp if you want?

(Here a temp)

Name:

Age:

Sexuality:

Pronouns(Her, they, him):

What to call you (for reasons.):

Time era:

Theme of story:

Gender:

Anything important?:

(Here you go!)

Ooooookay! I think I need a different idea for him, so sorry it'll take a bit.

And can I call him Ash?

Time to rip your characters hearts apart, I just need some time, I've got part of @Icefire's so I should get a bunch done tomorrow.

Of course! I'll get all ours do enjoy tomorrow morning!

Okay, almost done with the first one

Ashton Grey sat in the back of a Tavern in the middle of the woods. It was almost completely empty besides the tender. Ash looked at his cup, and wanted to cry. A war had just ended,
and 911,549 people died that winter but only one deserved it, and they still lived.
Ash threw his full cup across the room. “Why!?” He roared with tears. He put his head in his hand and just sobbed. His shoulders shook as he cried. The bar tender rolled her eyes, and grabbed a bucket of water, slumping over to the stained wall. “I don’t get paid enough.” She sighed walking pass Ash. Ash composed himself, and sat straighter, pulling coins from a pouch in his bag. He tossed them on the table and went to leave. “Not so soon Ash.” A hooded figure said sitting by the door. They held out their arm to stop him from leaving. “Sit.” The figure said. Ash was about to ignore the command, but then he saw the long dagger glint. He didn’t want to take the chance. He sat down and looked at the figure, trying to figure out who they may be. They had a familiar Aura.

“Ash, you seemed troubled by me.” They said as a statement. Not a question. He stiffened, only people with dark magic could read thoughts. Or at least that’s what he thought. The figure chuckled. “No need to be alarmed. I’m harmless.” They began. “You may want to follow me.” They said standing. Ash hesitated, but the tender’s eyes widened when the figure turned and left. He couldn’t well ignore that, it was either good, or really really bad.

Ash had followed in toe with the figure for over an hour. Then they stopped, on top of a hill, Ash ran into them. He pulled back to apologize, but caught his voice in his throat when he looked over the hill. He couldn’t breath. There was thousands upon thousands of people. All dead. He dropped to his knees, and began shaking. “Why are you showing me this?” He asked tears dripping from his chin. The figure only stared hard into the distance. Then with a small choke of a noise they turned. “Because you weren’t broken. You were hurt, but not broken.” They said starring over the hill. Ash blinked, and went to stand, but he couldn’t move. The figure turned, the hood dropping. A woman stood there with navy blue hair, her face natural, but her eyes seemed to glow. She was holding her arm out. “Ash, a lot of people were hurt, almost all. Except the one that deserved it. You know who that is don’t you?” She asked sighing. He nodded his head tears dripping from his eyes. “And you seemed unable to just finish them off. Why is that?” She sighed. Ash gulped. “Because I loved them.” He cried. He shook quietly and let the tears keep coming. “Everyone thinks you a failure. Me? I think your merely a person.” She said stepping to him. She put a tentative hand on his face. “And you think you can rule the world.” She said pulling her hand away. He spoke quietly. “Who are you?” A smile came upon her lips. “Just a nobody trying to show everybody their regrets and mistakes.” She said softly. “Have a good day Ash.” She said walking away. Ash felt the weird force loosen, and he stood, looking out over the hill, his hair lightly blowing in the soft wind.

Character by: @Icefire

Short Story by: @RainyDayArtist

(Story for @Icefire, now it's @BecInMYday's turn)