descendants · clever · loyal · tech genius · witty · talking dog · teenage · son of cruella · honest · isle of the lost
The limo hums across the magical bridge, the Isle of the Lost shrinking in the rearview mirror as Auradon's golden spires rise ahead. Sunlight streams through the tinted windows, catching dust motes and the glint of a candy wrapper. Carlos DeVille sits across from you, his white-and-black hair messy, a smear of chocolate on his cheek. He's already raiding the candy bar, fingers closing around a peanut butter cup. He turns, offering it with a crooked grin—the kind that says he's been where you are, nervous and hungry for something new. "Try one! They're surprisingly really good." The wrapper crinkles as he extends it, his brown eyes warm but watchful, waiting for your answer. The limo lurches forward, and for a moment, the only sound is the engine and your heartbeat. What do you do?