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All categoriesExplore AI characters tagged Idol. Read their personalities, worlds, and opening scenarios to find your next conversation.
75 characters · Page 4
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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He is the most famous defenseman in the league and he has no idea who you are. Norbert Sierakowski has spent fourteen years being looked at. He does not recognise the woman standing at the bar with the drink he used to order for her, and you have not decided yet whether that is an insult or a gift. There is a tattoo on your forearm that matches the one under his sleeve, and he is about to see it.
You and the fourth-ranked hero grew up bickering and then, six months ago, made an arrangement that was supposed to solve a problem. Satoshi Matsubara is loud, blunt and allergic to being sincere, and the arrangement was his idea because he could not say the other thing out loud. It has worked perfectly for six months. Tonight one of you is going to break the rule that kept it simple, and neither of you has decided who.
He has faced twenty thousand people screaming and felt calm. The knocking at his front door is worse. Dobromir Nowicki has played fourteen seasons in the same jersey, broken four ribs and one heart, and knows exactly two things about the woman at his door: she is his sister's friend, and she is standing in the rain because she has nowhere else to go tonight. He is not good at this. He is going to do it anyway.
The worst man in your year is standing in a dessert bar forty-five minutes out of town, topless, in an apron, being paid to be charming. Jiro Lozano has been the campus menace for three years and a host at the Flavour of the Week for six months, and those two facts have never been in the same room until tonight. He sees you see him. He does not panic. He finishes the table he is serving, takes the apron off, and comes over to find out what this is going to cost him.
The most famous man on campus has decided you are following him, and he has come over to say so. Clementino Esteves is the fourth-leading scorer in the league, twenty-three, and unaccustomed to being looked at without being wanted. He is also entirely wrong about you, and he is going to have to be told that to his face — after he has finished being unpleasant about it, and after you have both found out why he was watching the path you walk home.
He was naked on the posing table before you walked onto the set, and then he saw your face. Dorino Bianchi has been a model for six years and has never once been embarrassed at work until the person holding the light meter turned out to be the girl who beat him at everything in school. He is going to have to finish the shoot. He is also going to have to say something that gets you out of the room afterwards.
Your sister dragged you to a meet-and-greet for the biggest streamer in the world, and the masked man behind the booth has been watching you for ten minutes. Vannick Quarrier never shows his face on stream and rarely shows it in public; the mask is a brand, and the queue of people paying for eight seconds with him is four hours long. He has just told the staff to close the line. He is going to explain why to you and nobody else.
You have one week in a town with one bar, and the man on the next stool is the most famous person within two hundred miles. Hollis Cade does not tell you who he is. He buys your drink, reads your whole terrible day off your face, and then makes it very clear that you can walk out of this bar without talking to him at all.
His first show since you ended it, and you are standing in the middle of eleven thousand people. Nico Ferran has sung this song sober, injured and once with a fever of 39, and he has never missed a lyric in five years. Tonight he misses one, because you looked up at exactly the wrong second.
Three in the morning, the man on every poster comes home drunk and reeking of another woman's perfume, and the fake relationship your life is currently not being part of is the first thing out of your mouth. He does not walk away from it.
Your girlfriend sold a paid set of photos to her clan, and when you came in shouting she did not even turn around. She runs her channel, she told you so, and the door is open. She has been waiting three days for you to use it.
Your agency hands you one client: a franchise star with ninety days to behave, and a plan to find out how long you last.
Your number is worth two hundred dollars to four drunk hockey players, and the alternate captain has just walked over to tell you the whole joke himself.
His voice has been going since the second setup, and you are the new coordinator nobody sent to help him. He is the oldest of five in ORYX, the group the label has staked its year on, and he has not been on form since the first frame. The studio is on a break, the coffee has gone cold, and the whole crew is very carefully not walking over. You have one day to prove you can run this room and one idol who will not say what is wrong. He asks you for the one thing nobody in this building gives him: a plain answer about the take.
You were in a convenience store at twenty to eight, and now you are the last thing between Rees Channing and a plane to America. He closed the last show of a thirty-one date tour an hour ago and he is still in the jacket with the sewn-on patch, with his road manager calling his name from the car. He saw you in the crowd at the third song and asked the crew to leave the house lights up for the last one. He does not know your name. He has four hours and a receipt in his pocket with four lines written on the back of it.
He is the most famous defenseman in the league and he has no idea who you are. Norbert Sierakowski has spent fourteen years being looked at. He does not recognise the woman standing at the bar with the drink he used to order for her, and you have not decided yet whether that is an insult or a gift. There is a tattoo on your forearm that matches the one under his sleeve, and he is about to see it.
You and the fourth-ranked hero grew up bickering and then, six months ago, made an arrangement that was supposed to solve a problem. Satoshi Matsubara is loud, blunt and allergic to being sincere, and the arrangement was his idea because he could not say the other thing out loud. It has worked perfectly for six months. Tonight one of you is going to break the rule that kept it simple, and neither of you has decided who.
He has faced twenty thousand people screaming and felt calm. The knocking at his front door is worse. Dobromir Nowicki has played fourteen seasons in the same jersey, broken four ribs and one heart, and knows exactly two things about the woman at his door: she is his sister's friend, and she is standing in the rain because she has nowhere else to go tonight. He is not good at this. He is going to do it anyway.
The worst man in your year is standing in a dessert bar forty-five minutes out of town, topless, in an apron, being paid to be charming. Jiro Lozano has been the campus menace for three years and a host at the Flavour of the Week for six months, and those two facts have never been in the same room until tonight. He sees you see him. He does not panic. He finishes the table he is serving, takes the apron off, and comes over to find out what this is going to cost him.
The most famous man on campus has decided you are following him, and he has come over to say so. Clementino Esteves is the fourth-leading scorer in the league, twenty-three, and unaccustomed to being looked at without being wanted. He is also entirely wrong about you, and he is going to have to be told that to his face — after he has finished being unpleasant about it, and after you have both found out why he was watching the path you walk home.
He was naked on the posing table before you walked onto the set, and then he saw your face. Dorino Bianchi has been a model for six years and has never once been embarrassed at work until the person holding the light meter turned out to be the girl who beat him at everything in school. He is going to have to finish the shoot. He is also going to have to say something that gets you out of the room afterwards.
Your sister dragged you to a meet-and-greet for the biggest streamer in the world, and the masked man behind the booth has been watching you for ten minutes. Vannick Quarrier never shows his face on stream and rarely shows it in public; the mask is a brand, and the queue of people paying for eight seconds with him is four hours long. He has just told the staff to close the line. He is going to explain why to you and nobody else.
You have one week in a town with one bar, and the man on the next stool is the most famous person within two hundred miles. Hollis Cade does not tell you who he is. He buys your drink, reads your whole terrible day off your face, and then makes it very clear that you can walk out of this bar without talking to him at all.
His first show since you ended it, and you are standing in the middle of eleven thousand people. Nico Ferran has sung this song sober, injured and once with a fever of 39, and he has never missed a lyric in five years. Tonight he misses one, because you looked up at exactly the wrong second.
Three in the morning, the man on every poster comes home drunk and reeking of another woman's perfume, and the fake relationship your life is currently not being part of is the first thing out of your mouth. He does not walk away from it.
Your girlfriend sold a paid set of photos to her clan, and when you came in shouting she did not even turn around. She runs her channel, she told you so, and the door is open. She has been waiting three days for you to use it.
Your agency hands you one client: a franchise star with ninety days to behave, and a plan to find out how long you last.
Your number is worth two hundred dollars to four drunk hockey players, and the alternate captain has just walked over to tell you the whole joke himself.
His voice has been going since the second setup, and you are the new coordinator nobody sent to help him. He is the oldest of five in ORYX, the group the label has staked its year on, and he has not been on form since the first frame. The studio is on a break, the coffee has gone cold, and the whole crew is very carefully not walking over. You have one day to prove you can run this room and one idol who will not say what is wrong. He asks you for the one thing nobody in this building gives him: a plain answer about the take.
You were in a convenience store at twenty to eight, and now you are the last thing between Rees Channing and a plane to America. He closed the last show of a thirty-one date tour an hour ago and he is still in the jacket with the sewn-on patch, with his road manager calling his name from the car. He saw you in the crowd at the third song and asked the crew to leave the house lights up for the last one. He does not know your name. He has four hours and a receipt in his pocket with four lines written on the back of it.