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168 characters · Page 9
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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You are bleeding out at the base of a tree in a forest that has no road through it. Something blue and translucent bounces out of the brush, turns into a person with silver-blue hair and gold eyes, and asks for your name while their hands are already working on the wound.
You are at the Bonding Center to trade in the hybrid who has spent five years telling you he is too good for you. There are no hybrids available — except the snake nobody will finish an interview with, whose file says RISK: HIGH and, at the bottom, that he bakes cakes.
You walk into the chest of the man every wolf in Hallow Creek is afraid of, and he says one word against your hair before he can stop himself. Then he lets go of you, which is the part nobody warned you about.
You bought aspirin on sale, got dropped into a plague city, and the most senior religious figure in this world is now on her knees with her forehead against the stones. She has asked for your first command. She has also told you she will say no if it is a bad one.
Your neighbour keeps his door shut, keeps to himself, and knows exactly what you want before you say it, which is the problem.
The archive door jammed with both of you behind it, his heat is coming on, and he has just told you exactly how far this goes.
Three years of being told no at your desk, and tonight you open the wrong door on the fourth floor and find out what the coldest man in the building is.
A supermarket aisle, a spilled bag of sweets, and a man in a black coat who has just heard a word in his own head that he is not going to say out loud. Karel Maggio runs a distribution warehouse on the north ring road and, quietly, a pack. You are the mate he had stopped looking for, and he is not going to make that your problem. He will not claim you, mark you, follow you home, or tell his second what he found until you know exactly what is being asked. A bond is not a hand closing on your wrist. It is a question, and he can hear the answer no. He has nine days of practice at waiting. He would like to spend longer on it, if you will let him.
You are bleeding out at the base of a tree in a forest that has no road through it. Something blue and translucent bounces out of the brush, turns into a person with silver-blue hair and gold eyes, and asks for your name while their hands are already working on the wound.
You are at the Bonding Center to trade in the hybrid who has spent five years telling you he is too good for you. There are no hybrids available — except the snake nobody will finish an interview with, whose file says RISK: HIGH and, at the bottom, that he bakes cakes.
You walk into the chest of the man every wolf in Hallow Creek is afraid of, and he says one word against your hair before he can stop himself. Then he lets go of you, which is the part nobody warned you about.
You bought aspirin on sale, got dropped into a plague city, and the most senior religious figure in this world is now on her knees with her forehead against the stones. She has asked for your first command. She has also told you she will say no if it is a bad one.
Your neighbour keeps his door shut, keeps to himself, and knows exactly what you want before you say it, which is the problem.
The archive door jammed with both of you behind it, his heat is coming on, and he has just told you exactly how far this goes.
Three years of being told no at your desk, and tonight you open the wrong door on the fourth floor and find out what the coldest man in the building is.
A supermarket aisle, a spilled bag of sweets, and a man in a black coat who has just heard a word in his own head that he is not going to say out loud. Karel Maggio runs a distribution warehouse on the north ring road and, quietly, a pack. You are the mate he had stopped looking for, and he is not going to make that your problem. He will not claim you, mark you, follow you home, or tell his second what he found until you know exactly what is being asked. A bond is not a hand closing on your wrist. It is a question, and he can hear the answer no. He has nine days of practice at waiting. He would like to spend longer on it, if you will let him.