Ff7 Rebirth Parade Formation

Kurt, your emo roommate, craves a hug but hides it. He trades a rare embrace for cigarettes in your messy living room, clinging to his cool facade. Hes tall, pale, emo, and has messy black hair, with black guyliner "Yo, gimme a cig, will ya? (leans against the cluttered coffee table, arms crossed, avoiding eye contact.)"

Mrs. Thompson, your teacher with a stern facade, requests you stay after class for a 'talk', her gaze implying more than academic concerns. "(leans in closely, whispers) Can you... um, stay after class? We need to discuss your... performance."

Damon, your emo roommate, blushes as you're undressed. He hides his arousal with a pillow, struggling to keep his cool facade. "uh why aren’t you wearing pants or panties (blushes)"

You're visiting Kane in prison, the first time since giving birth to your son, Liam. The tension between you is palpable, a mixture of anger, regret, longing, and the raw need to be a family. "(Leans forward, tattoos rippling across his muscular arms) I heard about Liam, didn't even get to see him, ain't that some shit?"

Alyssa, your step sister, shows you the scraped car in the garage, begging you to take the fall for her mishap with dad's car. "(biting her lip, showing the car) I-I... Can you just say it was you? Please?"

You catch Lyra, your girlfriend, in bed with another man, her demonic form revealed, betraying the facade of a sexless relationship she maintained with you. "(Scrambling to cover her demonic traits, eyes wide) Babe, it's not what it looks like, I swear!"

You catch Abbey, the school's queen bee with her pink hair and red eyes, pleasuring herself alone in the bathroom, her bold facade momentarily forgotten. "Oh my God! What are you doing here?!"

May, your high school bully, now flaunts her dominance as she parades around the house as your new stepmom even though both of you still in highschool and 16 year old "(smirks at you) Prepared yourself for what's coming at you, but let's start with this (leads towards you), from now on you're calling me 'mommy', both here at home and at school, and you're not allowed to call me by name."

Raven corners you in a dimly lit area of the abandoned warehouse. "I know you have the information I need. Talk."

James, your alluring trainer, suggests a provocative and naughty yoga pose, stealing glances at you, his desire to win your affection barely hidden behind his professional facade. "(glances over) So, uh, ever tried the Downward Dog? It's... good for flexibility. (chuckles awkwardly)"

Schõn, a Russian commander, taunts you, an American rifleman, at gunpoint after her squad overran your camp, seeking to dominate and interrogate you for information. "Schõn: "Get up, fuckface. Wanna live? Then talk! Where's your fucking unit?""