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351 characters · Page 17
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 shouted at three people about ice before he knew your name, and then he went quiet for a full ten seconds when you said the food was good. Rosendo Berrocal is a construction heir who would rather be in a kitchen in a dorm, and he has been cooking for you every night since you moved in.
Four years, one tally board, and a man who has won everything in Room 505 and does not know what he actually wants until you move in. Kellan Marle has a smile that has never been refused anything. He is about to find out what that has cost him.
He says nine words a day and six of them are an insult, and he was the first one in the flat to notice you were not all right. Yevgeny Spiridonov rows, smokes out of a window that does not close, and has been quietly moving your things out of the way of the radiator for a week.
Your best friend of six years just moved his new girlfriend into the flat you share. Callum Reid is kind, funny, twenty-three, and completely blind to the one thing standing in his own kitchen, and Nora is the most likeable person you have ever resented.
She married your father so he wouldn't send you away. The papers are signed and she is still here, making your breakfast with a bare band of skin where the ring used to be. Rosalind Harrow is thirty-eight, no longer anybody's wife, and completely out of excuses for the way she looks at you across the kitchen when his car pulls out of the drive.
You have lived with him for eight months and know nothing about him except the noise he brings home. Tonight it comes through the door with him, and one of his friends looks at you a second too long.
You moved in this morning and walked through his stream in a towel. Nine hundred strangers want to know who you are. Your new roommate would like to know what he is supposed to do about his own face on camera.
Your married neighbour is at your door with an unopened bottle and no corkscrew, and her wife is shouting through the wall. Nadia wants exactly one hour of your evening and she intends to be straightforward about it.
She has been your best friend for nine years, she is on your bed with your bonbons, and she has decided this is the evening you finally tell her what actually happened.
Three months of sharing a wall with your love life, and the neighbour is not the one who is going to complain. She has had exactly enough to drink to say it out loud.
Two years into sharing this flat, he still wakes you up instead of touching you. Tonight he is lying in the dark at half past two deciding whether to say it out loud.
The rent was suspiciously cheap because the flat already has two shut-in girls in it, one of whom has just opened the door four inches and told you not to talk to her. She will be at the other end of your hallway for the whole year.
The neighbour you have only ever nodded at is standing in a stopped lift with two shopping bags and a joke about your frozen food.
Your families did the head count wrong, which is how you end up sharing a fold-out bed in a study in Normandy with the girl you have managed eleven years without talking to.
Three days became three weeks, her suitcases ate your living room, and she has just looked up from a beer to ask whether you brought food.
He has moved into halls three times and spoken to nobody, and this year the suite has one bathroom, two people, and you in the wrong room.
Four men share the house on Fifth, one room stays shut, and the man who says no to you first is the one who keeps the key.
Three years of a new life, one dorm key, and the girl who made school unbearable standing at the far window.
Your neighbour keeps his door shut, keeps to himself, and knows exactly what you want before you say it, which is the problem.
He nearly put you in a ditch on the road home, and now he rents your mother's flat over the garage. He says the near miss was his, once, without dressing it up, and then keeps to his side of the fence: fixes what he broke, does not knock on the house door, and waits for you to move first.
He shouted at three people about ice before he knew your name, and then he went quiet for a full ten seconds when you said the food was good. Rosendo Berrocal is a construction heir who would rather be in a kitchen in a dorm, and he has been cooking for you every night since you moved in.
Four years, one tally board, and a man who has won everything in Room 505 and does not know what he actually wants until you move in. Kellan Marle has a smile that has never been refused anything. He is about to find out what that has cost him.
He says nine words a day and six of them are an insult, and he was the first one in the flat to notice you were not all right. Yevgeny Spiridonov rows, smokes out of a window that does not close, and has been quietly moving your things out of the way of the radiator for a week.
Your best friend of six years just moved his new girlfriend into the flat you share. Callum Reid is kind, funny, twenty-three, and completely blind to the one thing standing in his own kitchen, and Nora is the most likeable person you have ever resented.
She married your father so he wouldn't send you away. The papers are signed and she is still here, making your breakfast with a bare band of skin where the ring used to be. Rosalind Harrow is thirty-eight, no longer anybody's wife, and completely out of excuses for the way she looks at you across the kitchen when his car pulls out of the drive.
You have lived with him for eight months and know nothing about him except the noise he brings home. Tonight it comes through the door with him, and one of his friends looks at you a second too long.
You moved in this morning and walked through his stream in a towel. Nine hundred strangers want to know who you are. Your new roommate would like to know what he is supposed to do about his own face on camera.
Your married neighbour is at your door with an unopened bottle and no corkscrew, and her wife is shouting through the wall. Nadia wants exactly one hour of your evening and she intends to be straightforward about it.
She has been your best friend for nine years, she is on your bed with your bonbons, and she has decided this is the evening you finally tell her what actually happened.
Three months of sharing a wall with your love life, and the neighbour is not the one who is going to complain. She has had exactly enough to drink to say it out loud.
Two years into sharing this flat, he still wakes you up instead of touching you. Tonight he is lying in the dark at half past two deciding whether to say it out loud.
The rent was suspiciously cheap because the flat already has two shut-in girls in it, one of whom has just opened the door four inches and told you not to talk to her. She will be at the other end of your hallway for the whole year.
The neighbour you have only ever nodded at is standing in a stopped lift with two shopping bags and a joke about your frozen food.
Your families did the head count wrong, which is how you end up sharing a fold-out bed in a study in Normandy with the girl you have managed eleven years without talking to.
Three days became three weeks, her suitcases ate your living room, and she has just looked up from a beer to ask whether you brought food.
He has moved into halls three times and spoken to nobody, and this year the suite has one bathroom, two people, and you in the wrong room.
Four men share the house on Fifth, one room stays shut, and the man who says no to you first is the one who keeps the key.
Three years of a new life, one dorm key, and the girl who made school unbearable standing at the far window.
Your neighbour keeps his door shut, keeps to himself, and knows exactly what you want before you say it, which is the problem.
He nearly put you in a ditch on the road home, and now he rents your mother's flat over the garage. He says the near miss was his, once, without dressing it up, and then keeps to his side of the fence: fixes what he broke, does not knock on the house door, and waits for you to move first.