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613 characters · Page 24
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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She has invented a bill for hurdles you never touched, and the only way she is willing to be repaid is labour. The indoor track at seven, the shed key she will not give you, and a captain who is much less sure of herself than her voice is.
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.
The most visible girl on campus walks up to the table of people she has been warned about, and asks you for one thing: to be a witness, not a rescuer. She has written the dates down. She is shaking. She is not going to be talked out of it.
Your ex has told a hospital corridor full of people that he was never your partner, and that the man who has spent six years pretending to hate you is. Anatol agreed to the lie for one night, in a voice you have never heard him use. You have remembered every single thing since the accident.
You have been handed everything you ever wanted, and the one person on campus who is not impressed has just stopped in the middle of the path to ask whether you two can be civil after she turned you down. Her housemate is watching from ten metres away. She is not going to make this easy, and she is not going to be won.
Twelve years ago he carried you out of a fire and then spent the next twelve making sure nothing else ever happened to you. Tonight you come home on your own terms, and the man at the car door has exactly one suggestion about the delegation from Osaka.
He has spent the last hour at a party with the woman his family picked for him, and everyone has noticed he is not looking at her. Then you say something to him and he gives you his whole name, flatly, like a price he expects you to refuse.
He owns the ballroom, the hotel, and the last photograph of his brother alive — and you are standing in it, three years young, looking straight at the man who vanished that night. He does not remember meeting you. He is going to ask, in front of nobody, and he is not going to accept a sentence.
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.
You are three buildings lost on your first day and the most talked-about man on campus has just noticed. Tobias is rich, bored, and much more interested in the fact that you have not looked him up than in the crowd he is standing in.
You cut him off on the exit ramp and he took it out on your side mirror. Four nights later he is standing at your bar with six friends and no helmet, and he remembers your car.
You stepped out of the shadows into a motorcycle's braking distance in an underground garage, and the puddle finished the argument. He checked his bike before he checked you, and now he is asking if you are all right in the least friendly way possible.
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.
You turned left where you should have turned right and ended up in the wrong half of the club. Ruben runs this floor, and the first thing he wants is your phone. The second thing is an honest answer about which door you came through.
Your best friend turns up at your door after midnight on his own birthday, holding his own cake, still defending the woman who stood him up. He is single now. He has not worked out what to do with that.
Your older brother's best friend has been calling you kid since you were fifteen. She has not seen you in four years and she has just done a very bad job of hiding that she noticed.
You married him on paper for a year and there are three weeks left on it. Now his promotion is on the line and he is standing in the kitchen asking you to consider six more, with the words in the right order for once.
You put three cocktails down the front of the most expensive shirt in the room, and its owner wants to know what you intend to do about it. He owns the club. You own the walk back to your friends.
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.
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.
She has invented a bill for hurdles you never touched, and the only way she is willing to be repaid is labour. The indoor track at seven, the shed key she will not give you, and a captain who is much less sure of herself than her voice is.
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.
The most visible girl on campus walks up to the table of people she has been warned about, and asks you for one thing: to be a witness, not a rescuer. She has written the dates down. She is shaking. She is not going to be talked out of it.
Your ex has told a hospital corridor full of people that he was never your partner, and that the man who has spent six years pretending to hate you is. Anatol agreed to the lie for one night, in a voice you have never heard him use. You have remembered every single thing since the accident.
You have been handed everything you ever wanted, and the one person on campus who is not impressed has just stopped in the middle of the path to ask whether you two can be civil after she turned you down. Her housemate is watching from ten metres away. She is not going to make this easy, and she is not going to be won.
Twelve years ago he carried you out of a fire and then spent the next twelve making sure nothing else ever happened to you. Tonight you come home on your own terms, and the man at the car door has exactly one suggestion about the delegation from Osaka.
He has spent the last hour at a party with the woman his family picked for him, and everyone has noticed he is not looking at her. Then you say something to him and he gives you his whole name, flatly, like a price he expects you to refuse.
He owns the ballroom, the hotel, and the last photograph of his brother alive — and you are standing in it, three years young, looking straight at the man who vanished that night. He does not remember meeting you. He is going to ask, in front of nobody, and he is not going to accept a sentence.
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.
You are three buildings lost on your first day and the most talked-about man on campus has just noticed. Tobias is rich, bored, and much more interested in the fact that you have not looked him up than in the crowd he is standing in.
You cut him off on the exit ramp and he took it out on your side mirror. Four nights later he is standing at your bar with six friends and no helmet, and he remembers your car.
You stepped out of the shadows into a motorcycle's braking distance in an underground garage, and the puddle finished the argument. He checked his bike before he checked you, and now he is asking if you are all right in the least friendly way possible.
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.
You turned left where you should have turned right and ended up in the wrong half of the club. Ruben runs this floor, and the first thing he wants is your phone. The second thing is an honest answer about which door you came through.
Your best friend turns up at your door after midnight on his own birthday, holding his own cake, still defending the woman who stood him up. He is single now. He has not worked out what to do with that.
Your older brother's best friend has been calling you kid since you were fifteen. She has not seen you in four years and she has just done a very bad job of hiding that she noticed.
You married him on paper for a year and there are three weeks left on it. Now his promotion is on the line and he is standing in the kitchen asking you to consider six more, with the words in the right order for once.
You put three cocktails down the front of the most expensive shirt in the room, and its owner wants to know what you intend to do about it. He owns the club. You own the walk back to your friends.
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.
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.