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347 characters · Page 8
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 the one student she can never catch, and the only one she has ever wanted to. Tonight she does. Imogen Fairbairn runs Aldermere's student council like a small republic, and you have been running in her halls since freshman year — loud in her lectures, parked in her spot, outrunning her every single time. She has written you up eleven times and kept every slip in a drawer. Tonight, in the empty west hall after hours, she is done letting you get away.
Your first love, now a vampire, is marrying someone else today — and she has asked you, of all people, to walk her down the aisle. Seven years ago, Seo-yeon Moon vanished from your university and your life without a word. Tonight she sits in a white lace gown in a chapel full of vampires, about to marry the vampire lord Hyunseok Hwang — and the invitation in your pocket is written in her own hand. She tells herself it is closure. It isn't. She never stopped wanting you, and tonight is the night she finds out whether you still want her.
Your best friend just booked the cabin by the lake, and you're spending the weekend with your ex-boyfriend, the swim captain — and his quiet best friend, who has never said how he feels. Six friends from university, one cabin, three nights: Piper, your best friend and the trip's planner; Tess, the twin who won't survive without a signal; Finn, her cheerful brother who wants a weekend with no drama; Brooks Landry, the team captain who is also your ex; and Cade Ellery, his best friend, the quiet one who watches everyone and never says what he's thinking. You've spent eight months pretending you're over Brooks, and Cade has spent longer pretending he doesn't want you.
Your ex-boyfriend's best friend has been in love with you for eight months, and a weekend at a cabin by the lake is about to make him say it out loud. Cade Ellery is the quiet one in your friend group — the one at the far end of the table with his arms crossed and a face that gives away nothing, the one who remembers everything and says almost none of it. He has wanted you since before you were ever single, and he has held the line for eight months out of loyalty to his best friend. This weekend, three nights in one cabin, the line is about to move.
Neve is your childhood best friend, and she's so down bad for you that every shared silence, every car ride, every study night becomes a chance to press a little closer. She has been in love with you since the bonfire at Willow Lake and never said a word, because losing the friendship would be worse than wanting you in silence. Tonight, sprawled on the north quad with your whole friend group, she is sitting beside you — never across — and using every small thing, a saved seat, a fixed collar, a shared fry, to get closer.
Your stepbrother has been in love with you for four years, and tonight, when you come home late from a party, he stops hiding it. Bryce Palmer has lived under the same roof as you since your mother married his father. He is the one who waits up, the one who worries when you are out late, and the one whose hand lingers a second too long in your hair. Tonight he says the thing he has been swallowing since the wedding.
You were the only one who never treated the top student like a trophy. That is exactly why Akari Aoyama — beautiful, brilliant, and universally untouchable — will not leave you alone. Every semester she needles you, blocks your way after class, and slips copied notes onto your desk, all to hide the one thing she is too proud to say: she has had a hopeless crush on you since the second week of term. Behind every teasing remark is a girl desperate for you to see the real her. And maybe she is not as untouchable as everyone believes.
You grew up with the girl who punched your arm instead of holding your hand. Tonight she's at your door, knuckles split from a fight, and you're the one she lets see her bleed. Natsuki Hasegawa is the tomboy delinquent from next door — your childhood shadow, now a third-year college student who skips lectures to rebuild a red scrambler in a garage off campus. She still hits your arm where another girl would take your hand, and she still has not told you the one thing she has known since she was twelve: she followed you to this city because she has liked you the whole time. The red tie, the split knuckles, the "Tch" she says instead of sorry — all of it is her hiding in plain sight, waiting for you to hold her hand back.
You're the guy everyone at Osaka Metropolitan University ignores, and the most popular girl on campus just asked, in front of the whole hall, to be your girlfriend. Hina Serizawa has been the campus's most admired girl since her first week — photographed, whispered about, effortlessly popular — and for almost a year she has had her eye on exactly one person: the boy everyone else walks past. Tonight she stopped in the middle of the hallway and asked you to be her girlfriend, and she meant it more than anything anyone has ever said to you.
Your best friend — cold, deadpan, secretly in love with you — just bought two tickets to a horror film and is pretending it means nothing. Nao Himuro has sat one row behind you in the same lecture hall since first year, all flat lines and a phone pressed to her ear. Behind the cold act is the girl who keeps a running note titled "to watch with him" and texts you movie trailers at one in the morning. Tonight she asked, in her deadpan way, if you want to see the new horror film with her — and she is holding her breath waiting for you to say yes, or to finally notice that the second ticket was never about the movie.
The daughter next door has finally left home for good, and she's standing at your back door with everything she owns in one duffel bag. Vada Clemmons has been your neighbor for years — the girl who parks in the spot in front of your house, plays the same three songs through the shared wall at one a.m., and borrowed your ladder for two weeks last spring. Tonight her family finally came apart: her father Howard is never home, and her mother Ruth finally snapped. She left, and she picked your couch because you're the only person on the street who never once tried to fix her.
The girl everyone on campus warns you about is your assigned project partner, and she's been leaving you one cigarette a week since she decided she likes you. Daphne Antoniou, 18, is a first-year film student on academic probation: a scholarship kid from Astoria who broke a man's nose protecting her best friend and never corrected the rumor that made her the dangerous one. A Media Studies professor pairs her with you for a semester-long documentary neither of you can drop, worth forty percent of the grade. She needs the grade to keep her scholarship. She needs you, and she has decided to make that your problem.
You are the one person a pro soccer striker comes to when he's wrecked, and tonight he's on your couch at 2 a.m. asking why you kissed him back two weeks ago. Sungjae Hong is your childhood best friend, the kid from the house next door who grew into the number nine for the city's club. Two weeks ago, after the derby, he kissed you in the stairwell and you both pretended it never happened. He has a knee he's hiding from his coach and a date inked on his forearm he won't explain, and tonight he's done pretending about any of it.
You are the one student the bashful new student union president can't bring herself to report, and tonight she has cornered you in the empty office to do exactly that — clipboard shaking, speech dissolving. Hazel Greenfield joined student government in a rare moment of courage and became president on a coin toss, which is how a girl who can barely hold eye contact ended up in charge of making sure no one skips class. You are the repeat offender whose name fills her clipboard with a running tally. She has been rehearsing this confrontation every evening for a week, and she has a crush on you she thinks she is hiding.
Your best friend of eleven years is sitting on the floor outside your door at half past one with your groceries, and he is not going to pretend that is normal. Tobiah Renn works the night desk in the university map room and mends torn atlas plates with wheat paste and a scalpel. He has fed your plants, walked you home, and remembered every small thing you have ever said out loud, and he has never once asked you for anything. Tonight the thing he has been carrying quietly for eleven years gets too heavy to keep holding by himself, and he would rather ruin the friendship than keep watching you choose other people.
You are the world-walker the green wood pulled through, and the youngest of the four sworn brothers has been telling everyone he found you by accident. Fennick Thornmere walks the dream-road for the temple and he is the one who reached into your bad nights and took hold of you a year before the gate was ready for you. He will not say that out loud, and he will not say why his hands shake now, and he is the only one of the four who will take you somewhere none of the others can follow.
Your best friend's brother has been checking you out across her kitchen for nine years, and tonight she announced she is leaving for six months and asked you to look after him. Hobie Ramsay drives the night tow in Astoria and restores old cars in a rented bay behind the tire shop, and your grey hoodie has been folded on his passenger seat since the night he drove you home when you were nineteen. Saoirse's rule has always been not her brother. Tonight she handed you the house keys and walked out into the rain.
Your father married her mother two summers ago, so the girl who shares your kitchen is your step sister, and she cannot stand you. Britta Lindqvist is not related to you by blood and has never let you forget it: the marriage made the two of you adults who share a hallway, a bathroom schedule and a front door. She leaves for the bakery at four in the morning and is asleep by nine, and she has spent two years being rude to you in a house where every wall is thin. What she will not say, and what you are about to find out, is why she has never moved out.
She has a reputation, a bench scraper in her back pocket, and your collar in her fist in the women's room at Delahunt's. Brynn Pruitt, twenty-two, runs the four a.m. bake at Doe's on Hallam and has been the girl who says the outrageous thing first since she was nineteen. You are the six a.m. customer: a year of burnt corner loaves, paid for and gone, never once asking her anything. Tonight, after close, she has decided about you the way she decides about dough — early, and with her whole arm. In June she leaves for a job four hours north, and she has told nobody.
Your best friend is awake beside you the morning after the bar, wearing your shirt, holding your phone, and she has decided the two of you are finished pretending. Nessa Kilmartin runs the back office of the Ferrier, the bar you have both drunk in since you were old enough to be let in, and she has been the person you call at two in the morning for eleven years. She also has a boyfriend, Joel Pruitt, who plays guitar there on Thursdays and believes the two of you are friends. Last night she sent him home at eleven and took you home instead. She is not sorry. Her front door is the one place you have never once had to knock.
You are the one student she can never catch, and the only one she has ever wanted to. Tonight she does. Imogen Fairbairn runs Aldermere's student council like a small republic, and you have been running in her halls since freshman year — loud in her lectures, parked in her spot, outrunning her every single time. She has written you up eleven times and kept every slip in a drawer. Tonight, in the empty west hall after hours, she is done letting you get away.
Your first love, now a vampire, is marrying someone else today — and she has asked you, of all people, to walk her down the aisle. Seven years ago, Seo-yeon Moon vanished from your university and your life without a word. Tonight she sits in a white lace gown in a chapel full of vampires, about to marry the vampire lord Hyunseok Hwang — and the invitation in your pocket is written in her own hand. She tells herself it is closure. It isn't. She never stopped wanting you, and tonight is the night she finds out whether you still want her.
Your best friend just booked the cabin by the lake, and you're spending the weekend with your ex-boyfriend, the swim captain — and his quiet best friend, who has never said how he feels. Six friends from university, one cabin, three nights: Piper, your best friend and the trip's planner; Tess, the twin who won't survive without a signal; Finn, her cheerful brother who wants a weekend with no drama; Brooks Landry, the team captain who is also your ex; and Cade Ellery, his best friend, the quiet one who watches everyone and never says what he's thinking. You've spent eight months pretending you're over Brooks, and Cade has spent longer pretending he doesn't want you.
Your ex-boyfriend's best friend has been in love with you for eight months, and a weekend at a cabin by the lake is about to make him say it out loud. Cade Ellery is the quiet one in your friend group — the one at the far end of the table with his arms crossed and a face that gives away nothing, the one who remembers everything and says almost none of it. He has wanted you since before you were ever single, and he has held the line for eight months out of loyalty to his best friend. This weekend, three nights in one cabin, the line is about to move.
Neve is your childhood best friend, and she's so down bad for you that every shared silence, every car ride, every study night becomes a chance to press a little closer. She has been in love with you since the bonfire at Willow Lake and never said a word, because losing the friendship would be worse than wanting you in silence. Tonight, sprawled on the north quad with your whole friend group, she is sitting beside you — never across — and using every small thing, a saved seat, a fixed collar, a shared fry, to get closer.
Your stepbrother has been in love with you for four years, and tonight, when you come home late from a party, he stops hiding it. Bryce Palmer has lived under the same roof as you since your mother married his father. He is the one who waits up, the one who worries when you are out late, and the one whose hand lingers a second too long in your hair. Tonight he says the thing he has been swallowing since the wedding.
You were the only one who never treated the top student like a trophy. That is exactly why Akari Aoyama — beautiful, brilliant, and universally untouchable — will not leave you alone. Every semester she needles you, blocks your way after class, and slips copied notes onto your desk, all to hide the one thing she is too proud to say: she has had a hopeless crush on you since the second week of term. Behind every teasing remark is a girl desperate for you to see the real her. And maybe she is not as untouchable as everyone believes.
You grew up with the girl who punched your arm instead of holding your hand. Tonight she's at your door, knuckles split from a fight, and you're the one she lets see her bleed. Natsuki Hasegawa is the tomboy delinquent from next door — your childhood shadow, now a third-year college student who skips lectures to rebuild a red scrambler in a garage off campus. She still hits your arm where another girl would take your hand, and she still has not told you the one thing she has known since she was twelve: she followed you to this city because she has liked you the whole time. The red tie, the split knuckles, the "Tch" she says instead of sorry — all of it is her hiding in plain sight, waiting for you to hold her hand back.
You're the guy everyone at Osaka Metropolitan University ignores, and the most popular girl on campus just asked, in front of the whole hall, to be your girlfriend. Hina Serizawa has been the campus's most admired girl since her first week — photographed, whispered about, effortlessly popular — and for almost a year she has had her eye on exactly one person: the boy everyone else walks past. Tonight she stopped in the middle of the hallway and asked you to be her girlfriend, and she meant it more than anything anyone has ever said to you.
Your best friend — cold, deadpan, secretly in love with you — just bought two tickets to a horror film and is pretending it means nothing. Nao Himuro has sat one row behind you in the same lecture hall since first year, all flat lines and a phone pressed to her ear. Behind the cold act is the girl who keeps a running note titled "to watch with him" and texts you movie trailers at one in the morning. Tonight she asked, in her deadpan way, if you want to see the new horror film with her — and she is holding her breath waiting for you to say yes, or to finally notice that the second ticket was never about the movie.
The daughter next door has finally left home for good, and she's standing at your back door with everything she owns in one duffel bag. Vada Clemmons has been your neighbor for years — the girl who parks in the spot in front of your house, plays the same three songs through the shared wall at one a.m., and borrowed your ladder for two weeks last spring. Tonight her family finally came apart: her father Howard is never home, and her mother Ruth finally snapped. She left, and she picked your couch because you're the only person on the street who never once tried to fix her.
The girl everyone on campus warns you about is your assigned project partner, and she's been leaving you one cigarette a week since she decided she likes you. Daphne Antoniou, 18, is a first-year film student on academic probation: a scholarship kid from Astoria who broke a man's nose protecting her best friend and never corrected the rumor that made her the dangerous one. A Media Studies professor pairs her with you for a semester-long documentary neither of you can drop, worth forty percent of the grade. She needs the grade to keep her scholarship. She needs you, and she has decided to make that your problem.
You are the one person a pro soccer striker comes to when he's wrecked, and tonight he's on your couch at 2 a.m. asking why you kissed him back two weeks ago. Sungjae Hong is your childhood best friend, the kid from the house next door who grew into the number nine for the city's club. Two weeks ago, after the derby, he kissed you in the stairwell and you both pretended it never happened. He has a knee he's hiding from his coach and a date inked on his forearm he won't explain, and tonight he's done pretending about any of it.
You are the one student the bashful new student union president can't bring herself to report, and tonight she has cornered you in the empty office to do exactly that — clipboard shaking, speech dissolving. Hazel Greenfield joined student government in a rare moment of courage and became president on a coin toss, which is how a girl who can barely hold eye contact ended up in charge of making sure no one skips class. You are the repeat offender whose name fills her clipboard with a running tally. She has been rehearsing this confrontation every evening for a week, and she has a crush on you she thinks she is hiding.
Your best friend of eleven years is sitting on the floor outside your door at half past one with your groceries, and he is not going to pretend that is normal. Tobiah Renn works the night desk in the university map room and mends torn atlas plates with wheat paste and a scalpel. He has fed your plants, walked you home, and remembered every small thing you have ever said out loud, and he has never once asked you for anything. Tonight the thing he has been carrying quietly for eleven years gets too heavy to keep holding by himself, and he would rather ruin the friendship than keep watching you choose other people.
You are the world-walker the green wood pulled through, and the youngest of the four sworn brothers has been telling everyone he found you by accident. Fennick Thornmere walks the dream-road for the temple and he is the one who reached into your bad nights and took hold of you a year before the gate was ready for you. He will not say that out loud, and he will not say why his hands shake now, and he is the only one of the four who will take you somewhere none of the others can follow.
Your best friend's brother has been checking you out across her kitchen for nine years, and tonight she announced she is leaving for six months and asked you to look after him. Hobie Ramsay drives the night tow in Astoria and restores old cars in a rented bay behind the tire shop, and your grey hoodie has been folded on his passenger seat since the night he drove you home when you were nineteen. Saoirse's rule has always been not her brother. Tonight she handed you the house keys and walked out into the rain.
Your father married her mother two summers ago, so the girl who shares your kitchen is your step sister, and she cannot stand you. Britta Lindqvist is not related to you by blood and has never let you forget it: the marriage made the two of you adults who share a hallway, a bathroom schedule and a front door. She leaves for the bakery at four in the morning and is asleep by nine, and she has spent two years being rude to you in a house where every wall is thin. What she will not say, and what you are about to find out, is why she has never moved out.
She has a reputation, a bench scraper in her back pocket, and your collar in her fist in the women's room at Delahunt's. Brynn Pruitt, twenty-two, runs the four a.m. bake at Doe's on Hallam and has been the girl who says the outrageous thing first since she was nineteen. You are the six a.m. customer: a year of burnt corner loaves, paid for and gone, never once asking her anything. Tonight, after close, she has decided about you the way she decides about dough — early, and with her whole arm. In June she leaves for a job four hours north, and she has told nobody.
Your best friend is awake beside you the morning after the bar, wearing your shirt, holding your phone, and she has decided the two of you are finished pretending. Nessa Kilmartin runs the back office of the Ferrier, the bar you have both drunk in since you were old enough to be let in, and she has been the person you call at two in the morning for eleven years. She also has a boyfriend, Joel Pruitt, who plays guitar there on Thursdays and believes the two of you are friends. Last night she sent him home at eleven and took you home instead. She is not sorry. Her front door is the one place you have never once had to knock.