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258 characters · Page 10
Explore each profile to learn about the character, their world, and opening scenario. Browse other categories for a different story. These are fictional AI characters, not real people.
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Your camera flash just caught the campus bully mid-party — and his eyes burned red in the frame. Now he wants the photo gone. Now he won't let you leave. Everyone at Hallowgate knows Quentin Marwood — the name that clears a room, the boy who never appears in a single yearbook photo. For a hundred and eighty years he has kept one rule: be photographed by no one. Tonight your flash broke it, and he has crossed the entire party to make the picture die in your camera.
The Faceless Rider has five million followers and one thumb he cannot explain. You just woke up to his DM. Deakin Trask is the rider behind @coldtire: a black carbon-fibre full-face helmet, the visor down, five million followers and not one photograph of a face in three years. He does suspension work out of a body shop on Lagrange Street, and the account was born the week a man named Gideon Rhodes died on the viaduct. Forty minutes ago a like landed on your post and vanished, and every rider in the city saw it. Now he is in your messages at 2:41 in the morning, insisting you do not get the wrong idea, and he is not typing like a stranger.
You chose Dare, and the dare was to send Raul Solis — the bully who has tormented you for years — a sexy photo of yourself in your pajamas. He just replied. Raul Solis is the loud, cocky boy you have traded insults with since your first week of college, the one everyone calls a bully and the one who can make you furious and blush in the same breath. Tonight the girls made him your dare, so you sent it. His reply is not the mockery you braced for.
You are the only person at Alderwake who has ever taken the deck out of Barnaby Fenchurch's hands, and he has not stopped grinning since. Barnaby Fenchurch is the Hexcraft track's best and least sorry rule-breaker, a card-sharp with a charm for every closed door and a laugh for every consequence. He has decided you are more fun than the rules, and he is right.
You called the internet's most dangerous masked biker "a little bat," and now he is in your livestream, demanding you teach him to flirt in person. Ryker Keane is an anonymous creator whose face nobody knows and whose deep, rough voice has already ruined half the internet's relationships. You are a small, chaotic streamer who cannot stop talking, and four weeks ago you edited his clip and wrote over it: "The little bat who thinks he's a sexy biker." He answered with a single bat emoji. Since then he has been in every stream, sending gifts, leaving bats, and vanishing the second you blush. Tonight he joined your live in front of twenty thousand people and told you to name the place.
For two months Nash Dudek has glared at you across a stats lecture. Today you're his project partner, due Friday, and the guy whose nose he broke just asked you to Friday's formal. He's the ex-ironworker on a union scholarship, the one who broke fraternity treasurer Holden Pruitt's nose last spring and somehow wasn't expelled. You have never spoken. He needs a B in this class to keep the scholarship. Nobody has told you why he glares.
Your tattoo artist has been flirting with you for weeks. Discounts, late-night messages, free touch-ups—then you finally cross the line with him. Kase Vireo has a girlfriend and an open relationship, and he says so out loud, which somehow makes him more dangerous instead of less.
You hate Wyatt Greaves. The feeling is very, very mutual. Unfortunately, after an away game leaves seven college friends trying to squeeze into a car built for five, there is only one place left to sit: his lap.
You're everything he assumes he hates: rich, polished, and from the wrong side of his city. He grew up earning respect the hard way, and he has never once kept a woman past morning.
One rule between you and Corin Kinnear: no feelings, no emotions, just sex. He is your university’s notorious bad boy, your childhood best friend, and the boy who has lived next door for as long as you can remember. Then one night changed everything, and the easy friendship is tangled up in an attraction neither of you can pretend is not there anymore.
Your boyfriend is a rockstar, your relationship is a secret, and his new girlfriend is a celebrity. Tolan calls it business, but how long before his little publicity stunt turns into a real problem?
You rejected the one guy at Ellesmere who never hears the word no, and Jago just bet £2,000 that he can make you choose him instead. It was meant to be an easy game, until Jago started wanting you for reasons that had nothing to do with winning.
Your husband's best friend has just been handed permission to have you, and he is looking at you instead of at him. Dax Kilbride is thirty-two, tattooed, blunt, and the man who stood beside Ellis Ainsworth at your wedding. He is not going to take Ellis's word for it — he wants yours.
He owns a motorcycle and a second helmet he insists is not yours, and he has put it on your head every single time anyway. You had been their fifth since childhood. Now you are eighteen, they want you living under their roof, and your controlling father will do anything to stop you from leaving. Baird Hollister would burn the world down before he let anyone hurt you. He has never once said that out loud.
You catch your boyfriend cheating, you need somewhere cheap, and the sublease you find is almost too good to be true. The listing leaves out one small detail: the flat already has three men living in it, all of them confident, all of them on sport bikes, all of them carrying a reputation that makes people think twice. Kellan Rourke is the mechanic who opens the door, Teo Salazar runs the front of the shop and does most of the talking, and Cade Ryland is the last one out of the hallway. And now you are their new roommate.
You catch your boyfriend cheating, you need something cheap, and the sublease you find is almost too good to be true. The listing leaves out one small detail: the flat already has three men in it, all of them confident, all of them on sport bikes, all of them carrying a reputation that makes people think twice. Kellan is the quiet one — the mechanic with ink on both forearms, the one the other two listen to. And now you are their new roommate.
You just moved into the Coldbrook house, and the first thing you learn about Chip Lazenby is that he has already broken something tonight. He is the loudest man in the building, the one who fights for a living and apologizes about once a year. There is a girl crying at the bottom of his stairs, a redhead with her hand in his shirt, and an entire party upstairs that he is somehow not responsible for. He decides you are the most interesting thing to happen to him this week.
He's your least favourite person on campus: a basketball star with a filthy mouth, a massive ego and not a shred of shame. Unfortunately, he's also the last person who will ever let you live down an embarrassing mistake — and tonight you just sent him a message meant for your best friend.
You brought your bicycle to a motorcycle shop because the actual repair place was too far across town, and the man under the bike fixed it anyway. He does not charge motorcycle-shop prices for a bicycle, and he does not pretend the bicycle is the reason you stayed.
Cannon, Blackpine's reckless youngest Alpha, thrives on fights, whiskey, women, and breaking rules — right up until your scent walks in on him mid-hookup. Mid-party in a warehouse upstairs room, frozen with a woman under him, he is already moving after a fated mate he never wanted. Wrapped only in a flat bedsheet, he charges down the stairs, stunned by what fate just dropped in his path.
Your camera flash just caught the campus bully mid-party — and his eyes burned red in the frame. Now he wants the photo gone. Now he won't let you leave. Everyone at Hallowgate knows Quentin Marwood — the name that clears a room, the boy who never appears in a single yearbook photo. For a hundred and eighty years he has kept one rule: be photographed by no one. Tonight your flash broke it, and he has crossed the entire party to make the picture die in your camera.
The Faceless Rider has five million followers and one thumb he cannot explain. You just woke up to his DM. Deakin Trask is the rider behind @coldtire: a black carbon-fibre full-face helmet, the visor down, five million followers and not one photograph of a face in three years. He does suspension work out of a body shop on Lagrange Street, and the account was born the week a man named Gideon Rhodes died on the viaduct. Forty minutes ago a like landed on your post and vanished, and every rider in the city saw it. Now he is in your messages at 2:41 in the morning, insisting you do not get the wrong idea, and he is not typing like a stranger.
You chose Dare, and the dare was to send Raul Solis — the bully who has tormented you for years — a sexy photo of yourself in your pajamas. He just replied. Raul Solis is the loud, cocky boy you have traded insults with since your first week of college, the one everyone calls a bully and the one who can make you furious and blush in the same breath. Tonight the girls made him your dare, so you sent it. His reply is not the mockery you braced for.
You are the only person at Alderwake who has ever taken the deck out of Barnaby Fenchurch's hands, and he has not stopped grinning since. Barnaby Fenchurch is the Hexcraft track's best and least sorry rule-breaker, a card-sharp with a charm for every closed door and a laugh for every consequence. He has decided you are more fun than the rules, and he is right.
You called the internet's most dangerous masked biker "a little bat," and now he is in your livestream, demanding you teach him to flirt in person. Ryker Keane is an anonymous creator whose face nobody knows and whose deep, rough voice has already ruined half the internet's relationships. You are a small, chaotic streamer who cannot stop talking, and four weeks ago you edited his clip and wrote over it: "The little bat who thinks he's a sexy biker." He answered with a single bat emoji. Since then he has been in every stream, sending gifts, leaving bats, and vanishing the second you blush. Tonight he joined your live in front of twenty thousand people and told you to name the place.
For two months Nash Dudek has glared at you across a stats lecture. Today you're his project partner, due Friday, and the guy whose nose he broke just asked you to Friday's formal. He's the ex-ironworker on a union scholarship, the one who broke fraternity treasurer Holden Pruitt's nose last spring and somehow wasn't expelled. You have never spoken. He needs a B in this class to keep the scholarship. Nobody has told you why he glares.
Your tattoo artist has been flirting with you for weeks. Discounts, late-night messages, free touch-ups—then you finally cross the line with him. Kase Vireo has a girlfriend and an open relationship, and he says so out loud, which somehow makes him more dangerous instead of less.
You hate Wyatt Greaves. The feeling is very, very mutual. Unfortunately, after an away game leaves seven college friends trying to squeeze into a car built for five, there is only one place left to sit: his lap.
You're everything he assumes he hates: rich, polished, and from the wrong side of his city. He grew up earning respect the hard way, and he has never once kept a woman past morning.
One rule between you and Corin Kinnear: no feelings, no emotions, just sex. He is your university’s notorious bad boy, your childhood best friend, and the boy who has lived next door for as long as you can remember. Then one night changed everything, and the easy friendship is tangled up in an attraction neither of you can pretend is not there anymore.
Your boyfriend is a rockstar, your relationship is a secret, and his new girlfriend is a celebrity. Tolan calls it business, but how long before his little publicity stunt turns into a real problem?
You rejected the one guy at Ellesmere who never hears the word no, and Jago just bet £2,000 that he can make you choose him instead. It was meant to be an easy game, until Jago started wanting you for reasons that had nothing to do with winning.
Your husband's best friend has just been handed permission to have you, and he is looking at you instead of at him. Dax Kilbride is thirty-two, tattooed, blunt, and the man who stood beside Ellis Ainsworth at your wedding. He is not going to take Ellis's word for it — he wants yours.
He owns a motorcycle and a second helmet he insists is not yours, and he has put it on your head every single time anyway. You had been their fifth since childhood. Now you are eighteen, they want you living under their roof, and your controlling father will do anything to stop you from leaving. Baird Hollister would burn the world down before he let anyone hurt you. He has never once said that out loud.
You catch your boyfriend cheating, you need somewhere cheap, and the sublease you find is almost too good to be true. The listing leaves out one small detail: the flat already has three men living in it, all of them confident, all of them on sport bikes, all of them carrying a reputation that makes people think twice. Kellan Rourke is the mechanic who opens the door, Teo Salazar runs the front of the shop and does most of the talking, and Cade Ryland is the last one out of the hallway. And now you are their new roommate.
You catch your boyfriend cheating, you need something cheap, and the sublease you find is almost too good to be true. The listing leaves out one small detail: the flat already has three men in it, all of them confident, all of them on sport bikes, all of them carrying a reputation that makes people think twice. Kellan is the quiet one — the mechanic with ink on both forearms, the one the other two listen to. And now you are their new roommate.
You just moved into the Coldbrook house, and the first thing you learn about Chip Lazenby is that he has already broken something tonight. He is the loudest man in the building, the one who fights for a living and apologizes about once a year. There is a girl crying at the bottom of his stairs, a redhead with her hand in his shirt, and an entire party upstairs that he is somehow not responsible for. He decides you are the most interesting thing to happen to him this week.
He's your least favourite person on campus: a basketball star with a filthy mouth, a massive ego and not a shred of shame. Unfortunately, he's also the last person who will ever let you live down an embarrassing mistake — and tonight you just sent him a message meant for your best friend.
You brought your bicycle to a motorcycle shop because the actual repair place was too far across town, and the man under the bike fixed it anyway. He does not charge motorcycle-shop prices for a bicycle, and he does not pretend the bicycle is the reason you stayed.
Cannon, Blackpine's reckless youngest Alpha, thrives on fights, whiskey, women, and breaking rules — right up until your scent walks in on him mid-hookup. Mid-party in a warehouse upstairs room, frozen with a woman under him, he is already moving after a fated mate he never wanted. Wrapped only in a flat bedsheet, he charges down the stairs, stunned by what fate just dropped in his path.