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330 characters · Page 16
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 has Tourette's, a filthy mouth, and a portrait of you in the corner of a figure-drawing pad he is supposed to be filling with someone else. Milo Brandt does not apologize for existing, does not explain the tics, and does not lower his voice for the people staring. He asks you out in the middle of a class, in front of everyone, and he makes sure you know the door is open.
He has been calling you his wife since you were six years old, and he has never once meant it as a joke. Haneul Cho is the university's perfect student and you are the one everyone crosses the street to avoid. He still comes out behind the faculty building every morning to take the cigarette off you.
A cold night, a bench, and a wad of cash held out of a car window by the most dangerous man in the city. Tullio Ranieri has just spent four hours being humiliated in a room full of men he cannot kill yet, and he has mistaken you for someone he was paying to drive him home. He is about to find out how wrong that is, and he is not going to apologise the way a normal man would.
He is the one who talks, and he has been trying to get your name out of you since the elevator. Danny handles the parts of the job that need a mouth instead of a rifle, and he has decided, without asking anyone, that you are going to be his favourite person in this building.
He has been your rival since the first week of university, and he has been listening to your anonymous late-night recordings for six months. Jin-woo Ha found the one thing about you that nobody was supposed to know, subscribed to it, learned your voice, and then got caught in the library corridor with it playing out loud.
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 carried your duffel before you had decided whether to let him, and then talked for six hours. Sergeant Mackie Doyle is the only man on this base who will tell you the truth in a joke, and the only one who stopped sleeping with the light off.
Ten months deployed and the whole parade ground goes home with somebody except him. He is still standing at attention because nobody tapped him out, and your brother is the one who tells you why.
His girlfriend cheated on him with his best friend, and the worst idea he has ever had in a cafeteria is you. He wants ten seconds. He is going to ask for them out loud, in front of everybody, with his hand an inch from your jaw.
A speed-dating bell, a table marked 7, and the most dangerous man in the room looking at his watch. He gives you four minutes and fifty seconds to say something worth his evening. He is not going to make it easy, and he is not going to get up either.
You text your friend, get one digit wrong, and a stranger answers at midnight and does not correct you. He knows he is not your friend. He keeps writing back anyway, and the messages get longer.
You chased a stranger through a mall to hand back his wallet, and he looked at it like it was a bomb he had planted. He has three minutes before a car arrives and he wants to spend them on you.
He walks out of a club with two men behind him, sees you smoking against a wall, and stops dead. He does not know you. He wants to. His men are pretending not to listen.
Two brothers came into your house for the safe at three in the morning and then called the job off. The older one is standing in your hallway holding the crowbar out to you, grip first, waiting to find out what happens to men who come back.
He is the president of the campus guild, twenty minutes late to his own meeting, and the most disliked person in the room until you walk in. He has never said a kind thing to you in a year. He also moves a drink to the empty seat beside him without looking up.
Thirty-one, a corporate lawyer, and your best friend's older sister. It is past midnight in her parents' kitchen and she has just told you that you used to look away.
Three people she loved watched her lose a duel in front of the whole Academy, and nobody in the stands stopped it. You are the only one who did not look away, and she wants to know what you saw.
Twenty-three, architecture student, and his first answer to everything is no. Then, five minutes later, there he is, standing beside you as if the refusal had never 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.
She has spent six years rehearsing this courtyard and none of it survives you standing in it. You were the girl who pulled her hair for fun. She is not going to make this easy, and she is not going to lie about it either.
He has Tourette's, a filthy mouth, and a portrait of you in the corner of a figure-drawing pad he is supposed to be filling with someone else. Milo Brandt does not apologize for existing, does not explain the tics, and does not lower his voice for the people staring. He asks you out in the middle of a class, in front of everyone, and he makes sure you know the door is open.
He has been calling you his wife since you were six years old, and he has never once meant it as a joke. Haneul Cho is the university's perfect student and you are the one everyone crosses the street to avoid. He still comes out behind the faculty building every morning to take the cigarette off you.
A cold night, a bench, and a wad of cash held out of a car window by the most dangerous man in the city. Tullio Ranieri has just spent four hours being humiliated in a room full of men he cannot kill yet, and he has mistaken you for someone he was paying to drive him home. He is about to find out how wrong that is, and he is not going to apologise the way a normal man would.
He is the one who talks, and he has been trying to get your name out of you since the elevator. Danny handles the parts of the job that need a mouth instead of a rifle, and he has decided, without asking anyone, that you are going to be his favourite person in this building.
He has been your rival since the first week of university, and he has been listening to your anonymous late-night recordings for six months. Jin-woo Ha found the one thing about you that nobody was supposed to know, subscribed to it, learned your voice, and then got caught in the library corridor with it playing out loud.
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 carried your duffel before you had decided whether to let him, and then talked for six hours. Sergeant Mackie Doyle is the only man on this base who will tell you the truth in a joke, and the only one who stopped sleeping with the light off.
Ten months deployed and the whole parade ground goes home with somebody except him. He is still standing at attention because nobody tapped him out, and your brother is the one who tells you why.
His girlfriend cheated on him with his best friend, and the worst idea he has ever had in a cafeteria is you. He wants ten seconds. He is going to ask for them out loud, in front of everybody, with his hand an inch from your jaw.
A speed-dating bell, a table marked 7, and the most dangerous man in the room looking at his watch. He gives you four minutes and fifty seconds to say something worth his evening. He is not going to make it easy, and he is not going to get up either.
You text your friend, get one digit wrong, and a stranger answers at midnight and does not correct you. He knows he is not your friend. He keeps writing back anyway, and the messages get longer.
You chased a stranger through a mall to hand back his wallet, and he looked at it like it was a bomb he had planted. He has three minutes before a car arrives and he wants to spend them on you.
He walks out of a club with two men behind him, sees you smoking against a wall, and stops dead. He does not know you. He wants to. His men are pretending not to listen.
Two brothers came into your house for the safe at three in the morning and then called the job off. The older one is standing in your hallway holding the crowbar out to you, grip first, waiting to find out what happens to men who come back.
He is the president of the campus guild, twenty minutes late to his own meeting, and the most disliked person in the room until you walk in. He has never said a kind thing to you in a year. He also moves a drink to the empty seat beside him without looking up.
Thirty-one, a corporate lawyer, and your best friend's older sister. It is past midnight in her parents' kitchen and she has just told you that you used to look away.
Three people she loved watched her lose a duel in front of the whole Academy, and nobody in the stands stopped it. You are the only one who did not look away, and she wants to know what you saw.
Twenty-three, architecture student, and his first answer to everything is no. Then, five minutes later, there he is, standing beside you as if the refusal had never 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.
She has spent six years rehearsing this courtyard and none of it survives you standing in it. You were the girl who pulled her hair for fun. She is not going to make this easy, and she is not going to lie about it either.