A/N: Sorry it's just a picture of Izzy... I just think she's gorgeous.

Jace:
You were so mad. You'd been fighting tears the whole way here. Your parents had just disappeared. Gone without a trace. You bet the Clave hadn't even tried to look. It's only been two weeks! They could still be alive! Your throat burned with the urge to cry, but you fought the tears.

The Clave told you you couldn't stay at the (Y/H/T) Institute without a proper guardian. So they were sending you away. Away from the place you'd grown up, away from the only memories of your parents. Part of you was glad... It was hard to be in the Institute alone. The head of the New York Institute's family said they would take you in. You didn't like any of this. They were strangers...

You stood outside the library door. They had portaled you here from Idris. You'd been staying in Alicante while they searched for your parents. The couple you'd be staying with, who you now knew were called Robert and Maryse, we're talking to the Shadowhunter who'd brought here. You knew Robert and Maryse had kids, but they were nowhere to be seen. Finally, Maryse came out.

"Let me show you your room, (Y/N)," she said.

She started walking, her heels clicking down the hall. You hurried after her. She stopped at a door.

"Welcome to the New York Institute," Maryse said. Then she turned on her heel and left.

Your room. She'd called it your room. It wasn't your room. Your room was back at the (Y/H/T) Institute. Your room was back where your parents would kiss you goodnight, and wake you up in the morning to train. This was not your room. You set down the small bag you had. You picked the pillow up off the bed and threw it on the floor. You wiped your eyes. Rage filled you. You kicked the wall as hard as you could, then you did it again, and again, and again.

"You've been here for under five minutes. What could our wall have possibly done to you?" A voice from behind you said.

You spun around to see a boy, who you guessed was about your age, standing in the doorway. He had blonde hair, gold eyes, and a sarcastic smirk on his face.

You folded your arms over your chest. "What?" You snapped at the boy. "Is this wall a close personal friend of yours?"

"Actually it is, and I'm afraid you've deeply offended my buddy," he told you  in a tone that made you want to believe him.

You laughed beside yourself letting your cold demeanor fall. He grinned.

"I win," he said.

"I didn't know we were competing!" You protested.

He laughed and began to walk away. You found yourself following because he was the first person, since your parents disappearance, who could make you forget.

Simon:
Sometimes you thought your life was so boring. You were thinking that more than ever right now as you scrolled through (YF/SN/S). All your friends had boyfriends, or girlfriends, or after school activities. It was Saturday night and you didn't have anything to do.

You sighed and got off of (YF/SN/S). You started looking for some event. Something you could do tonight. As you were looking you found something. At Alto Bar a band was playing. Lethal Soufflé. What? You thought. Who names a band Lethal Soufflé?

You shrugged and decided you had nothing better to do. You grabbed your keys and headed to Alto.

You walked in the bar. Lethal Soufflé or whatever wasn't on stage yet. You looked for a table to sit at. You started to move towards a table when you were hit from behind. You fell forward catching yourself just in time.

"Oh! Damn! I'm sorry!" Someone exclaimed.

A hand pulled you up, and you saw a boy with messy brown hair and glasses. He held a bass guitar in his hand.

"It's okay," you told him. You glanced at the guitar. "Are you part of the band? Lethal Soufflé?"

You couldn't help grinning. He gave you a sheepish look.

"Yeah, we... er... we experiment with our name quite a bit," he admitted.

Someone whistled inappropriately, and you saw the rest of the band watching you two.

The boy glared at them. "I should probably go," he said apologetically.

He turned. "Wait!" you called.

He looked back. "I didn't get your name," you said with a shy smile.

"Simon," he said grinning. "You?"

"(Y/N)," you said.

He pushed up his glasses and smiled broadly. "Enjoy the show, (Y/N)!"

You did. You enjoyed the show very much.

Maia:
You were at Taki's sipping a glass of water. You tapped your nails on the side of your glass. You were exceptionally bored. Being immortal had its perks, but you'd started to feel as if the world had nothing interesting left to offer.

The doors flung open as a group of loud werewolves entered the diner. You sighed pushing a lock of your bright blue hair behind your ear. It was your warlock mark, and you'd always loved it. The werewolves were shouting loudly as they took the table nearest to yours. They were obviously having some kind of argument. You wished they would shut the hell up.

Then a stunning werewolf girl walked in. She glowered at the others.

"Will you take this outside?" she snapped tapping her nails on the table they'd taken. "Or at the very least turn down the volume?"

They quieted out of mostly surprise. Some of them mumbled some colorful things, but they stopped shouting. The girl smirked and sat down at a small table nearby you. You were impressed. You liked her attitude. You stood up and sat down at her table. She looked up meeting your eyes with her own deep brown ones.

"Can I help you?" She asked quirking an eyebrow.

You smiled. "I wanted to thank you for shutting them up."

She laughed softly. "No problem. I'm Maia Roberts." She held out her hand.

You took it. "(Y/N) (Y/L/N)," you said.

Isabelle:
Technically you weren't supposed to be here. You'd been sent to New York to talk to the head of the New York Institute, but you thought it couldn't hurt to do a little sight seeing. Besides if you were to run into a demon or two you'd be all too eager to show them how you did it in (Y/H/T).

Given the fact you had glamor on, you were twirling your seraph blade without a care. Your wish came true. Suddenly there was loud shouts. Mundanes came streaming out of a nearby bar screaming bloody murder. There were crashing sounds, and you rushed into the bar.

All the mundanes had fled, or at least the alive ones had. At the center of the barroom stood two Oni demons. You did a quick head count. Five mundanes had been killed.

You turned towards the hideous Oni demons. They were a good five inches taller than you. The green, horn headed demons turned towards you. They advanced.

You tightened your grip on your seraph blade. "Sanvi!" you called. The adamas lit up, and you felt that familiar adrenaline rush through you.

You launched yourself at the demons. One took a shot at you with its spade like hand, but you were faster. You rolled out of the way and slashed it in the gut. Demon ichor splattered you. It stung, but you didn't let it distract you. You took another jab slicing the demon's arm off. It staggered back and you sliced its head off. The other one came charging towards you. It aimed towards you chest with its spade hand. You spun away, but not fast enough. Your arm was sliced. You cried out in pain and anger. It seemed to drive you even harder. With all your energy you whipped your blade towards the Oni demon slicing it in half. Ichor sprayed everywhere as the bodies disappeared to whatever hellish realm they came from.

You heaved a heavy breath when the bar door burst open. Two young men stood there. One with golden hair, and the other with dark hair and blue eyes. From behind them came probably the most beautiful girl you'd ever seen. She had inky black hair and dark eyes. A ruby pedant throbbed at her throat.

You grinned at her. "Sorry," you said. "You're a little late."

Jordan:
You had recently been recruited to the Praetor Lupus. It was your first day. You knew training was going to be long and tiring, but you were ready. You went to train.

You were right. Training was excruciating. You worked non stop. Every muscle in your body begged you to stop, but you continued to train. You worked yourself until you were ordered to take a break. You stumbled aside, leaning against a wall for support. You took deep gasping breaths.

Suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned to see a handsome boy with dark brown hair and hazel eyes.

"You look like you could use a drink," he said offering you water.

You took it, gulping in down. The cool refreshing water ran down your throat. You sighed with pleasure than wiped your mouth.

"Thank you," you said. "I'm (Y/N) (Y/L/N)"

"Jordan Kyle," he told you. "I saw you working out there, you're doing fantastic."

"Thank you," you smiled.

"Well, if you need anything you can ask me," Jordan said.

You smiled, and he turned to leave. You wiped your brow, and went to continue your training.

Sebastian:
You were in the training room in the (Y/H/T) Institute. You threw knives across the room hitting the target dead center each time. It was a great way to let off some steam, and right now you were boiling.

You were mad at the Clave. Not for any particular reason other than the fact that they were idiots. You weren't so mad at the Consul. Jia was doing fine, but she wouldn't be able to do anything unless the Clave agreed. They made a good decision letting Downworlders on the Council, but they were going downhill. They were going to tank.

You lifted another knife to throw when you heard a loud bang and shouts. You rushed out of the training room. The shouts were coming from the main entry way. You dashed towards the entry way and saw another symbol of the Clave's ignorance.

Endarkened. An army of them were standing in the Institute, and the boy you knew was Sebastian Morgenstern was standing in the middle of them.

There was another scream as the contents of the Infernal Cup were shoved down your tutor's throat. You cussed, and it unintentionally drew attention to you. Sebastian brushed his pale blonde hair from his face before his black eyes fell on you.

He smiled coldly. "Don't be shy," he said in a charismatic tone. "Come and join the fun!"

You took a deep breath and came forward. An Endarkened grabbed your arm roughly.

"Oh please," you said derisively. "There's no need for all of that."

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. You looked at him. "I suppose you want to use that damned thing on me?" You said jerking your chin towards the cup.

A smile played on his lips. "That was the plan, yes."

You shook your head curling your lip in distaste. "No, no. I'm not a fan of that."

"Really?" He pursed his lips as if he was considering it. "No I'm afraid it's the only option. Other then death, that is."

"Ugh, that's even worse," you bit your lip. You'd been stalling. Trying to think of any way not to be Turned. "There's no other options?"

He shook his head sadly, but when he looked up he was grinning. An Endarkened put a knife to your throat as Sebastian came forward with the cup. He tilted your chin up.

"Sorry it's come to this, darling. I did enjoy the chat," he said.

You frowned. "What if I don't have to be Endarkened?" you pursued.

He sighed. "This conversation has lost its interest."

"What if I come willingly?" You said it before you could even comprehend what you'd said.

He moved the cup back a little. "Sparking my interest again."

"I'll come," you said. "No need for the demon cup."

He moved the cup towards you again. "How can I trust you?"

"I swear on the Angel," you said. In the back of your mind you were wondering who had taken over your body.

Sebastian stared at you for what seemed like ages. Then, he made a motion with his free hand. The Endarkened warrior removed the knife from your throat.

"I don't think I got your name," Sebastian said conversationally.

"(Y/L/N), (Y/N) (Y/L/N)," you told him.

"Well, (Y/N)" he said smirking. "Let's go to Hell."

Raphael:
You were lounging carelessly in Hotel Dumort. The New York Clan had been quite busy in your opinion. It seemed like the leader was changing every few days. You'd been trying to follow what was going on, but the stories kept mixing. You finally decided it wasn't worth the time.

You were now sitting in a chair in what used to be the hotel lobby. You really should be asleep. There was only one or two other vampires awake, but you'd tried and you just couldn't seem to fall asleep.

Suddenly, you felt a sharp hunger pain. How long had it been since you'd eaten? Had the excitement lately distracted you? You pushed yourself out of the chair feeling quite weak. Your fangs shot out with excruciating pain. You gripped the side of your chair leaning against it. Spots began to form in your vision. You closed your eyes. This was not good. This was not good. You took a deep unnecessary breath.

Then, someone shoved something into your hand. A bottle. You yanked the cork out, and chugged the contents. The taste of blood exploded in your mouth. You sighed in relief. Your vision cleared, and you looked to see who had saved you.

You'd be a fool if you didn't know who he was. He'd been Camille's second-in-command. Raphael Santiago.

"Thank you," you said softly.

"Next time try to remember to feed," he said in a disapproving tone. Given the fact he'd helped you out, and because he was higher up in the ranks then you, you ignored the condescension.

"(Y/N), right?" he asked.

You nodded. He looked you up and down before turning and leaving. Right then you decided that would not be the last Raphael Santiago saw of (Y/N)
(Y/L/N).

Camille:
You were sitting in your apartment. New York had been a hot spot for drama lately, and you were doing what you could to stay out of it. You didn't need to be dragged into shadowhunters problems. At least, not unless they paid the right price.

You channel surfed for awhile, but mundane shows were boring and typical. You sighed turning off the TV and tossing the remote aside. You closed your eyes thinking of going to sleep right there on the couch.

Only a few minutes passed before you heard a knock on your door. You raised your eyebrow. Who would come to your apartment at the time? You got up trying to remember if you'd payed the rent.

You stopped to cast a glamour to hide your warlock mark. Horns. You had beautiful horns on the top of your head. They reminded you of the ones on the villain from that  movie about the sleeping princess (A/N: If you can't tell I mean Maleficent). Once your glamour was cast you answered the door.

Standing there was a stunningly beautiful woman. She had blonde hair, green eyes, and she dressed elegantly. She looked so classy you felt a bit shabby in your sweatpants and sweater. You looked at her closely and one word came to your head, vampire.

"You are (Y/N) (Y/L/N), correct?" she said brushing her hair from her sickly pale face.

"Er... Yes," you said wondering what the hell the vampire wanted with you.

"Camille Belcourt," she said extending her hand.

"Leader of the New York Clan," you realized.

"Sort of," she said smirking. "May I come in?"

"Uh... Okay," you agreed stepping back to let her come in.

Camille Belcourt was dangerous. You knew that much, but you wondered what she wanted with you.

She sat on your couch in a way that some how made your couch look nicer.

"I was wondering if you could help me," Camille said not beating around the bush at all.

"Why me?" you asked honestly. You weren't a particularly famous warlock, in fact, you were pretty sure next to no one knew you existed.

"Why not?" she grinned.

You pursed your lips. "What do you need?"

"Protection spells," she said bluntly.

"Don't you have body guards?" you asked.

"I need more substantial protection. I'm not.... Popular," she laughed musically.

"Can you pay?" you were trying to think of a reason that this would bite you in the ass later.

"What do you think, (Y/N)?" Camille said sarcastically.

You sighed. "Fine Camille. Deal."

You extended your hand and she shook it.

"Please doing business with you. I'll call on you when I'm ready," she smiled, brushing her hair behind her ear.

With that she stood up, and Camille Belcourt left your apartment.

A/N: What did you think? Sorry if some of them aren't as good as others, but I'm happy with it. My favorites are Jace, Isabelle, and Sebastian. How about you?

If you want me to add someone, you have a request, or an idea for a preference just comment or message me!

Ave fangirls and boys,
-Ellie