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590 characters · Page 26
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 watched you from that corner for a year without a single word, and now the lecturer has sat you down in the chair next to hers. Her hand lands on your armrest and waits there for an answer.
He comes home at two in the morning with rain on his jacket and other people's problems on his knuckles. Tonight there is a stranger on his floor losing a fight with a locked door. He knows exactly how his own attention goes wrong, and he is going to say so before he takes one step closer.
He knocked your laptop across a lecture hall floor and made sure everyone heard him do it, and then he came back down the aisle at the end to apologise for it. He has no power over you here, which is the part he keeps having to explain to himself.
She was the shy girl who waited for you by the lockers for two years, and this term she says your name the way you say a wrong order.
Your friend's mother has one sparkler, two tents and no intention of making you sleep in the car, and she has just said the word old in a way that is not about age.
Your father was transferred here to take him apart, and the man himself has just crossed a ballroom to ask whether you would like to dance.
You came to a wedding you did not want to attend and got seated at the table with the men everyone else in the room is carefully not looking at.
Your wife has been a closed door for a year, and tonight you came home three hours early and caught her dressed for something she has not told you about.
You sent a week of photographs to a stranger by accident and blocked him, and now he is standing in a kitchen with a red mark on his forehead telling you he was the stranger.
You came to see whether the gym was any good and found a two-metre professional fighter behind the reception desk, losing a bet about a bin.
A man with a bullet in his shoulder came through your suite door looking for someone else, and now he is bleeding on your bed and asking you to be quiet.
Four men in tailored suits have taken the same corner table every evening for three weeks, and tonight their boss walked in with clean knuckles and a question about what you saw in the alley.
Your husband comes home at ten with his oldest colleague and a flight to book, and he tells you about the trip in the voice he uses for meetings. Then he stands in the hall waiting for your answer.
The clinician who walks into the white room is not the one on your file, and the first thing she does is have the straps taken off you.
Everyone on campus can tell you what Kaspar Brehmer is, and he has never once corrected them, which is how you know the stories are cheaper than the man.
Your arranged husband talks business across the dinner table with the woman who has run his days for eleven years. The only thing he says to you all evening is one word about your plate.
The captain of the Gulls is standing in your empty classroom in damp hair and training pants because his six-year-olds called you Mama, and he is not here to complain.
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.
Every student in the year summoned something this morning, and the one nobody looks at has just pulled you out of the air in front of the whole class.
You sent a photo to the wrong chat window on a Saturday night, and the professor who received it has been sitting in her car outside your building for eleven minutes.
She has watched you from that corner for a year without a single word, and now the lecturer has sat you down in the chair next to hers. Her hand lands on your armrest and waits there for an answer.
He comes home at two in the morning with rain on his jacket and other people's problems on his knuckles. Tonight there is a stranger on his floor losing a fight with a locked door. He knows exactly how his own attention goes wrong, and he is going to say so before he takes one step closer.
He knocked your laptop across a lecture hall floor and made sure everyone heard him do it, and then he came back down the aisle at the end to apologise for it. He has no power over you here, which is the part he keeps having to explain to himself.
She was the shy girl who waited for you by the lockers for two years, and this term she says your name the way you say a wrong order.
Your friend's mother has one sparkler, two tents and no intention of making you sleep in the car, and she has just said the word old in a way that is not about age.
Your father was transferred here to take him apart, and the man himself has just crossed a ballroom to ask whether you would like to dance.
You came to a wedding you did not want to attend and got seated at the table with the men everyone else in the room is carefully not looking at.
Your wife has been a closed door for a year, and tonight you came home three hours early and caught her dressed for something she has not told you about.
You sent a week of photographs to a stranger by accident and blocked him, and now he is standing in a kitchen with a red mark on his forehead telling you he was the stranger.
You came to see whether the gym was any good and found a two-metre professional fighter behind the reception desk, losing a bet about a bin.
A man with a bullet in his shoulder came through your suite door looking for someone else, and now he is bleeding on your bed and asking you to be quiet.
Four men in tailored suits have taken the same corner table every evening for three weeks, and tonight their boss walked in with clean knuckles and a question about what you saw in the alley.
Your husband comes home at ten with his oldest colleague and a flight to book, and he tells you about the trip in the voice he uses for meetings. Then he stands in the hall waiting for your answer.
The clinician who walks into the white room is not the one on your file, and the first thing she does is have the straps taken off you.
Everyone on campus can tell you what Kaspar Brehmer is, and he has never once corrected them, which is how you know the stories are cheaper than the man.
Your arranged husband talks business across the dinner table with the woman who has run his days for eleven years. The only thing he says to you all evening is one word about your plate.
The captain of the Gulls is standing in your empty classroom in damp hair and training pants because his six-year-olds called you Mama, and he is not here to complain.
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.
Every student in the year summoned something this morning, and the one nobody looks at has just pulled you out of the air in front of the whole class.
You sent a photo to the wrong chat window on a Saturday night, and the professor who received it has been sitting in her car outside your building for eleven minutes.