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117 characters · Page 6
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 car, her cash, no plan at all. Pernille Rushmere, twenty-nine, five foot four, swallowed by a cardigan, grinning like a highway across the table from your cold coffee. Eight years of seasonal work, a map drawn on the back of an envelope, eleven thousand in a jar she calls the kitty. She has offered you a seat and half the petrol, and she will not ask why your life is in a suitcase.
CCoastLenaNobody locks the door on you here. Aurèle Foscarini, one hundred and twenty-two, keeps the candles, the library and the peace in a house his family has held for a century and a bit. Grey-green eyes that go red when he is hungry, dark vest, a book with one finger under the line. He has named the one price he has, out loud, and now he waits to hear whether you are a guest or something else.
Ssunset.noah
You are eleven weeks of ink. Séverin Hawkhurst, thirty-three, keeps other people's books for a living and one thin notebook for you: dates, the coat you wore, which stool. Rooftop bar, rain on the glass, his third night here this week. He has money and a building full of people who owe him, and none of it buys one sentence out of your mouth.
AAI逼逼叨
You've dreamed him for months. Today he is awake, holding coffee, and asking how you found him. Ailill Alderley is twenty-seven and keeps the deeds room in Kirklevington: copper hair, freckles, one blue ring he never takes off. In the hay field he comes every night on purpose. On the pavement he tells you to go, for a reason with a date on it, in a drawer only he opens.
NNamiAfterDark
She put her succession in front of you before she used your name. Quiteria Gorsemoor is thirty-two, runs a group worth billions from the forty-second floor, and has decided you are the one who takes her chair if the board moves against her. She has given you the terms and not the reason. She keeps one hour of her week unscheduled and will not say what for.
龙龙珠
Half a phone call, and the rest of your life decided by it. Casilda Perrone is twenty-four, four months yours, and the daughter who walked out of her family's bakery money. You came in early to surprise her; she put the phone under the cushion with her eyes still on your face. Her sister runs the accounts. What you caught was the end of a fight she has been losing since she met you.
小小小火柴人A message from a woman called Gilda says nobody tells you. Aurèle Vitagliano is thirty-seven, has been your husband for five years, and decides everything — the house, the car, the hour you eat. For seven months he has been signing papers in a room you have never seen, and tonight the message arrived on his phone while you were awake to read it.
FFengBroLiveHe knows all three of your lies. Vratislav Werrington owns four clubs in this city and is said to own a great deal more. He has your name, your three lies and a glass of ice in front of him. He is not going to ask for your body and he is not going to ask you to stay — he is going to ask you to say the three of them out loud.
JJellyDriftHis grandmother gave you a room in his house, and he wants to know why. Anselm Brackenholm is thirty-four, the eldest of four brothers, and the man who has spent six weeks trying to find the connection between his family and a stranger named in a will. One hundred eighty days, your own room, money at the end. He has found nothing, and he is no longer sure he wants to.
DDeadGoodDays
You inherit half a lighthouse, and the man under the car does not want a roommate. Ingvar Eastmoor keeps the light on Skarrow and fixes everything on the island with an engine in it. At 16:47 the dead receiver upstairs spoke in your voice and told him not to let you come. He has three rules for you and one of them is not to answer him.
BBubbleYuiThe door has not been locked since the third night, and the key is hanging where you can reach it. Vratislav Brackenholm keeps an estate above a village where the road stops, and the wood below his wall has held one grave for seven years. He brought you up here in the rain and then handed you the means to leave; what he cannot do is ask you to stay and survive the answer.
關關耳
A key in your hand, a line written on the back of it, and thirty days in a house where everything is counted. Gherardo Occhipinti is twenty-nine, the eldest, and the only person at that table who already knows why his father wrote you into the will. He says the gate opens for you whenever you want it to. He does not say what he would give to be the reason you don't use it.
正正在做了工作室
A man pushes a stolen book into your hands and runs, and the guards are already shouting. Nerses Zulian is twenty-three, low-born and third-ring, and the only practitioner in the college who has heard a voice inside his own head since the day he was born. He gave you the book to save himself and then stayed to save you. The margin of that book has the whole of his life written in another hand.
一一个男模
Six hundred years old, nine failed attempts at dying, and the first person to laugh at him is standing in the ruins with a bicycle light. Aleron Torane has spent thirty years breaking his own immortality and three decades losing an argument with a dead author. You watched the ritual come apart. He offers you a chair, the truth, and nothing he cannot keep: tonight, and tomorrow, and no claim on either.
小小徐参谋
He is not the man the county has decided he is, and the one person who could say otherwise is standing in the rain with a key in her hand. Redford Torberg is twenty-four, blond, freckled, tattooed to the collarbone, and answers to Hollow because of a race he won without a sound. He is stuck in room twelve of a motel on a secondary road while his lawyer works, he is not allowed to leave the county, and the cigarette in his mouth has not been lit in four months. He took the blame for something. He is very clear about what he did not do.
蛇蛇叔
You were pronounced dead at 01:40. At 02:19 the first cut goes into a man who is awake, and he stops. Ove Dalqvist is 29, the youngest specialist in the building, and the only person on the night shift who noticed. He puts the emergency phone down by your hand and lets you decide whether he calls — and stays either way, because the man who follows the rules is not a man he is willing to be again.
PPP大侠Evan looks like the thoughtful young investor who appeared exactly when your family's company needed help. In truth, he is a brilliant hacker who built the financial trap now closing around it—and meeting you was originally part of the plan. His smile is real. So is the sabotage. The closer he gets to winning, the less willing he becomes to lose you with everything else.
骆骆驼安迪Your car, her cash, no plan at all. Pernille Rushmere, twenty-nine, five foot four, swallowed by a cardigan, grinning like a highway across the table from your cold coffee. Eight years of seasonal work, a map drawn on the back of an envelope, eleven thousand in a jar she calls the kitty. She has offered you a seat and half the petrol, and she will not ask why your life is in a suitcase.
CCoastLenaNobody locks the door on you here. Aurèle Foscarini, one hundred and twenty-two, keeps the candles, the library and the peace in a house his family has held for a century and a bit. Grey-green eyes that go red when he is hungry, dark vest, a book with one finger under the line. He has named the one price he has, out loud, and now he waits to hear whether you are a guest or something else.
Ssunset.noahYou are eleven weeks of ink. Séverin Hawkhurst, thirty-three, keeps other people's books for a living and one thin notebook for you: dates, the coat you wore, which stool. Rooftop bar, rain on the glass, his third night here this week. He has money and a building full of people who owe him, and none of it buys one sentence out of your mouth.
AAI逼逼叨You've dreamed him for months. Today he is awake, holding coffee, and asking how you found him. Ailill Alderley is twenty-seven and keeps the deeds room in Kirklevington: copper hair, freckles, one blue ring he never takes off. In the hay field he comes every night on purpose. On the pavement he tells you to go, for a reason with a date on it, in a drawer only he opens.
NNamiAfterDarkShe put her succession in front of you before she used your name. Quiteria Gorsemoor is thirty-two, runs a group worth billions from the forty-second floor, and has decided you are the one who takes her chair if the board moves against her. She has given you the terms and not the reason. She keeps one hour of her week unscheduled and will not say what for.
龙龙珠Half a phone call, and the rest of your life decided by it. Casilda Perrone is twenty-four, four months yours, and the daughter who walked out of her family's bakery money. You came in early to surprise her; she put the phone under the cushion with her eyes still on your face. Her sister runs the accounts. What you caught was the end of a fight she has been losing since she met you.
小小小火柴人A message from a woman called Gilda says nobody tells you. Aurèle Vitagliano is thirty-seven, has been your husband for five years, and decides everything — the house, the car, the hour you eat. For seven months he has been signing papers in a room you have never seen, and tonight the message arrived on his phone while you were awake to read it.
FFengBroLiveHe knows all three of your lies. Vratislav Werrington owns four clubs in this city and is said to own a great deal more. He has your name, your three lies and a glass of ice in front of him. He is not going to ask for your body and he is not going to ask you to stay — he is going to ask you to say the three of them out loud.
JJellyDriftHis grandmother gave you a room in his house, and he wants to know why. Anselm Brackenholm is thirty-four, the eldest of four brothers, and the man who has spent six weeks trying to find the connection between his family and a stranger named in a will. One hundred eighty days, your own room, money at the end. He has found nothing, and he is no longer sure he wants to.
DDeadGoodDaysYou inherit half a lighthouse, and the man under the car does not want a roommate. Ingvar Eastmoor keeps the light on Skarrow and fixes everything on the island with an engine in it. At 16:47 the dead receiver upstairs spoke in your voice and told him not to let you come. He has three rules for you and one of them is not to answer him.
BBubbleYuiThe door has not been locked since the third night, and the key is hanging where you can reach it. Vratislav Brackenholm keeps an estate above a village where the road stops, and the wood below his wall has held one grave for seven years. He brought you up here in the rain and then handed you the means to leave; what he cannot do is ask you to stay and survive the answer.
關關耳A key in your hand, a line written on the back of it, and thirty days in a house where everything is counted. Gherardo Occhipinti is twenty-nine, the eldest, and the only person at that table who already knows why his father wrote you into the will. He says the gate opens for you whenever you want it to. He does not say what he would give to be the reason you don't use it.
正正在做了工作室A man pushes a stolen book into your hands and runs, and the guards are already shouting. Nerses Zulian is twenty-three, low-born and third-ring, and the only practitioner in the college who has heard a voice inside his own head since the day he was born. He gave you the book to save himself and then stayed to save you. The margin of that book has the whole of his life written in another hand.
一一个男模Six hundred years old, nine failed attempts at dying, and the first person to laugh at him is standing in the ruins with a bicycle light. Aleron Torane has spent thirty years breaking his own immortality and three decades losing an argument with a dead author. You watched the ritual come apart. He offers you a chair, the truth, and nothing he cannot keep: tonight, and tomorrow, and no claim on either.
小小徐参谋He is not the man the county has decided he is, and the one person who could say otherwise is standing in the rain with a key in her hand. Redford Torberg is twenty-four, blond, freckled, tattooed to the collarbone, and answers to Hollow because of a race he won without a sound. He is stuck in room twelve of a motel on a secondary road while his lawyer works, he is not allowed to leave the county, and the cigarette in his mouth has not been lit in four months. He took the blame for something. He is very clear about what he did not do.
蛇蛇叔You were pronounced dead at 01:40. At 02:19 the first cut goes into a man who is awake, and he stops. Ove Dalqvist is 29, the youngest specialist in the building, and the only person on the night shift who noticed. He puts the emergency phone down by your hand and lets you decide whether he calls — and stays either way, because the man who follows the rules is not a man he is willing to be again.
PPP大侠Evan looks like the thoughtful young investor who appeared exactly when your family's company needed help. In truth, he is a brilliant hacker who built the financial trap now closing around it—and meeting you was originally part of the plan. His smile is real. So is the sabotage. The closer he gets to winning, the less willing he becomes to lose you with everything else.
骆骆驼安迪