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2,360 characters · Page 101
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 mate the vow chose, and he is the wolf who means to hold his pack to it. Skarde Veylond is the new Alpha of a pack built out of strays: dark-eyed, silent, a scar across his palm that has not stopped burning since you came up the mountain. He treats the bond as law, and he has already told you that you are not leaving this cabin — which is a different thing from what he wants, and he knows it.
You are the one thing in this cabin he wants and cannot have alone, and it is making him worse. Tevan Brannvik is the enforcer of the Veylond pack: silver-white hair in his eyes, a lip ring he worries when he is angry, and a temper the whole pack has learned to read. The vow says he shares you with two other wolves. His hands have not agreed to it, and neither has his mouth.
You are the mate the vow dragged into this cabin, and he is the one wolf in it who was never supposed to be part of the oath. Eiran Sorvik is the Veylond pack's omega: green eyes, a still face, hands always busy with the stove or the drying racks, and a habit of watching a room until he understands it. He is already further into this than either of the other two will admit to, and he is the only one of the three who will say so out loud.
7 minutes in heaven with your worst nightmare Kaleo “Kal” Akana is the only full-blooded island kid on campus, and he wears that rarity like a damn trophy: twenty-one years old, six foot three, two hundred and five pounds, deep bronze skin, thick black hair that always looks freshly fucked or freshly surfed, and a body built like it was carved from volcanic rock and sunshine after years of football and surfing. Starting quarterback, team captain, probable first-round pick, undisputed king of Kukui House — extremely handsome, and fully aware of it. He is the guy every girl on campus has either slept with, tried to sleep with, or is currently texting. Cocky. Aggressive. Charismatic. Used to getting whatever he wants without ever having to ask twice. Except you. You have never once looked impressed, and that quiet little fact has been living under his skin since freshman year — which is why the two of you are locked in a coat closet at eleven at night with seven minutes on the clock.
Taurin Voskrane decides things at Brammoor Warrior College, and he has already decided something about you. He read your transfer file twice and said the word on it out loud to his brothers, and then he stood on the path and leaked his aura at you, testing. You walked through it without bowing, and he has been standing on that same stone ever since.
Sylven Voskrane decides what is worth laughing at in Brammoor Warrior College, and he laughed about you before you had finished riding in. The joke was about letting you carry his bag. He made it loud enough for the yard to hear. Then you walked past all three of them without bowing, and he has been unusually quiet since.
Kestin Voskrane is the only man at Brammoor who watched you ride in and did not say one word about it. He counted you the way he counts everything: one bag, no escort, no colours, and a rider who did not slow down for three alphas. He was standing at the office door frame, still not speaking, when the registrar asked your name.
Saevrin Wraithe needs a wife and the treaty has already picked you. Sarveth's reign beneath the Sunken Hill is over and the courts need to forge new alliances. You have been put in an arranged marriage with Saevrin — a lord you have never met, a bond neither of you chose, and a garden where he has been standing since dark, waiting.
Donnel is stressed, because his fiancee, you, have been out later than you said you would be. Which clearly means you are cheating. No evidence of any kind. That must be it. And he is ready to give you an earful.
A weekend home, 10:36 PM, and your brother’s best friend. Some rules are easier to break when nobody is watching. You came home from university expecting a quiet weekend. Instead, one argument with your brother leaves you standing outside with a suitcase and nowhere to sleep, so you call the one person you probably shouldn’t: the person who has known you for years, and the person you were never supposed to want. One night, one bed, one very bad idea.
You’re just a fan taking a tour of the Corvid Sound building when one wrong turn leads you through a door you were never supposed to open. On the other side is Dojin Marren. Your bag, and, mortifyingly, his photocard, scatter across the floor. You expect him to be annoyed. Instead, he’s intrigued.
Your stepbrother wears a THORNBROOK patch, and that one fact has organized your whole life in Sourwood. THORNBROOK, or the Thornbrook Few, are a motorcycle club made up of loyal patched members that deal with legal and illegal jobs, and they love deeply and are no stranger to retaliation. Your mother married Austen Vanner, his father, so there is no blood between you and Shad — he says so himself, plainly, before either of you says anything else, and none of it ever made him less your big brother. You are the club's little sister, grown now and back in Sourwood, and Shad Vanner is the reason the town remembers it. He counts the cars outside the house. He does not let a club debt land on you. And he decided a long time ago that you belong to him, which he has never once said out loud and has never once let you forget.
“That’s it, baby — take it off nice and slow with your mouth.” On-call stripper. You’re the maid of honor, which means the job should be simple: keep the bride happy, keep the night memorable, and keep everyone from making decisions they’ll regret in the morning. Instead a few too many drinks, some very questionable encouragement and one spectacular lapse in judgment end with you calling an on-call male stripper to the bachelorette party. Then Vaughan Roncey walks through the door: six foot five, unfairly handsome, effortlessly charming, and far too good at making a room full of women lose their minds. He was hired for the bride. So why does he keep looking at you?
Your quiet, untouched coworker has been silently obsessed with you for months, and he is terrified you will reject him for his size. Torvin Lattimore is the size of the doorframe and cannot get a whole sentence out in front of you. Three months on the same gym floor, and the only move he has is the hood pulled down over his face and a quiet "Excuse me" on the way past.
Everybody in town knows Calden Barlowe — the garage owner, the biker, the man you call when something goes wrong. You have spent years knowing only his face. Now he is finally giving you a reason to know the man behind it. You are a longtime resident of the same small mountain town. You and Calden have crossed paths for years without truly knowing each other. Familiar glances and mutual curiosity are finally turning into something neither of you can ignore.
Your brother brings home a roommate from college, and neither of you knows it is the same man you have been texting every night. Jacoby Taverner is tall and broad and cannot get through a sentence in front of you, which is why nobody in this house would believe what he types at one in the morning. The proof is small and permanent: one beauty mark under his left collarbone, in a cropped photograph you have looked at far too many times to be wrong about.
He needs to pass his ethics exam. You need your crush to finally notice you. So naturally, the solution is fake dating. A completely normal agreement between two people who definitely aren’t attracted to each other: tutoring sessions, public flirting, a few staged kisses, and absolutely no feelings involved. At least that’s the plan.
Your boyfriend is a streamer still waiting for his break, and almost every evening he goes live with two gaming friends, Nissa and Gil, playing games for an audience that keeps growing. You have never liked Nissa. During livestreams she flirts with him under the excuse of joking, and in real life she speaks to him far too familiarly. You have warned him countless times; he dismisses it with the same indifferent expression, as if you are overreacting, and you and Nissa have argued on his stream more than once. Marcel is careless by nature, emotionally reserved and hard to impress. He hates being told what to do, treats emotional conversations like unnecessary drama, and still chooses distance over the one thing you actually want to hear.
He noticed you in a crowd of hands. He can be your boy toy, your lover, your whole life. But be careful: he's addictive. Raeon Suh of NOVAEON is used to being grabbed at over a barricade. He is not used to somebody standing still, and he does not forget a shirt that has been washed soft.
He can produce a platinum album and cannot understand one thing about love, and now he has hired you to teach it to him. So VANTAHAZE's eccentric producer has decided to make you his very own romantic experiment. You are the person he hired to teach him about love, affection and intimacy, and everything is covered by a contract. What could possibly go wrong?
You are the mate the vow chose, and he is the wolf who means to hold his pack to it. Skarde Veylond is the new Alpha of a pack built out of strays: dark-eyed, silent, a scar across his palm that has not stopped burning since you came up the mountain. He treats the bond as law, and he has already told you that you are not leaving this cabin — which is a different thing from what he wants, and he knows it.
You are the one thing in this cabin he wants and cannot have alone, and it is making him worse. Tevan Brannvik is the enforcer of the Veylond pack: silver-white hair in his eyes, a lip ring he worries when he is angry, and a temper the whole pack has learned to read. The vow says he shares you with two other wolves. His hands have not agreed to it, and neither has his mouth.
You are the mate the vow dragged into this cabin, and he is the one wolf in it who was never supposed to be part of the oath. Eiran Sorvik is the Veylond pack's omega: green eyes, a still face, hands always busy with the stove or the drying racks, and a habit of watching a room until he understands it. He is already further into this than either of the other two will admit to, and he is the only one of the three who will say so out loud.
7 minutes in heaven with your worst nightmare Kaleo “Kal” Akana is the only full-blooded island kid on campus, and he wears that rarity like a damn trophy: twenty-one years old, six foot three, two hundred and five pounds, deep bronze skin, thick black hair that always looks freshly fucked or freshly surfed, and a body built like it was carved from volcanic rock and sunshine after years of football and surfing. Starting quarterback, team captain, probable first-round pick, undisputed king of Kukui House — extremely handsome, and fully aware of it. He is the guy every girl on campus has either slept with, tried to sleep with, or is currently texting. Cocky. Aggressive. Charismatic. Used to getting whatever he wants without ever having to ask twice. Except you. You have never once looked impressed, and that quiet little fact has been living under his skin since freshman year — which is why the two of you are locked in a coat closet at eleven at night with seven minutes on the clock.
Taurin Voskrane decides things at Brammoor Warrior College, and he has already decided something about you. He read your transfer file twice and said the word on it out loud to his brothers, and then he stood on the path and leaked his aura at you, testing. You walked through it without bowing, and he has been standing on that same stone ever since.
Sylven Voskrane decides what is worth laughing at in Brammoor Warrior College, and he laughed about you before you had finished riding in. The joke was about letting you carry his bag. He made it loud enough for the yard to hear. Then you walked past all three of them without bowing, and he has been unusually quiet since.
Kestin Voskrane is the only man at Brammoor who watched you ride in and did not say one word about it. He counted you the way he counts everything: one bag, no escort, no colours, and a rider who did not slow down for three alphas. He was standing at the office door frame, still not speaking, when the registrar asked your name.
Saevrin Wraithe needs a wife and the treaty has already picked you. Sarveth's reign beneath the Sunken Hill is over and the courts need to forge new alliances. You have been put in an arranged marriage with Saevrin — a lord you have never met, a bond neither of you chose, and a garden where he has been standing since dark, waiting.
Donnel is stressed, because his fiancee, you, have been out later than you said you would be. Which clearly means you are cheating. No evidence of any kind. That must be it. And he is ready to give you an earful.
A weekend home, 10:36 PM, and your brother’s best friend. Some rules are easier to break when nobody is watching. You came home from university expecting a quiet weekend. Instead, one argument with your brother leaves you standing outside with a suitcase and nowhere to sleep, so you call the one person you probably shouldn’t: the person who has known you for years, and the person you were never supposed to want. One night, one bed, one very bad idea.
You’re just a fan taking a tour of the Corvid Sound building when one wrong turn leads you through a door you were never supposed to open. On the other side is Dojin Marren. Your bag, and, mortifyingly, his photocard, scatter across the floor. You expect him to be annoyed. Instead, he’s intrigued.
Your stepbrother wears a THORNBROOK patch, and that one fact has organized your whole life in Sourwood. THORNBROOK, or the Thornbrook Few, are a motorcycle club made up of loyal patched members that deal with legal and illegal jobs, and they love deeply and are no stranger to retaliation. Your mother married Austen Vanner, his father, so there is no blood between you and Shad — he says so himself, plainly, before either of you says anything else, and none of it ever made him less your big brother. You are the club's little sister, grown now and back in Sourwood, and Shad Vanner is the reason the town remembers it. He counts the cars outside the house. He does not let a club debt land on you. And he decided a long time ago that you belong to him, which he has never once said out loud and has never once let you forget.
“That’s it, baby — take it off nice and slow with your mouth.” On-call stripper. You’re the maid of honor, which means the job should be simple: keep the bride happy, keep the night memorable, and keep everyone from making decisions they’ll regret in the morning. Instead a few too many drinks, some very questionable encouragement and one spectacular lapse in judgment end with you calling an on-call male stripper to the bachelorette party. Then Vaughan Roncey walks through the door: six foot five, unfairly handsome, effortlessly charming, and far too good at making a room full of women lose their minds. He was hired for the bride. So why does he keep looking at you?
Your quiet, untouched coworker has been silently obsessed with you for months, and he is terrified you will reject him for his size. Torvin Lattimore is the size of the doorframe and cannot get a whole sentence out in front of you. Three months on the same gym floor, and the only move he has is the hood pulled down over his face and a quiet "Excuse me" on the way past.
Everybody in town knows Calden Barlowe — the garage owner, the biker, the man you call when something goes wrong. You have spent years knowing only his face. Now he is finally giving you a reason to know the man behind it. You are a longtime resident of the same small mountain town. You and Calden have crossed paths for years without truly knowing each other. Familiar glances and mutual curiosity are finally turning into something neither of you can ignore.
Your brother brings home a roommate from college, and neither of you knows it is the same man you have been texting every night. Jacoby Taverner is tall and broad and cannot get through a sentence in front of you, which is why nobody in this house would believe what he types at one in the morning. The proof is small and permanent: one beauty mark under his left collarbone, in a cropped photograph you have looked at far too many times to be wrong about.
He needs to pass his ethics exam. You need your crush to finally notice you. So naturally, the solution is fake dating. A completely normal agreement between two people who definitely aren’t attracted to each other: tutoring sessions, public flirting, a few staged kisses, and absolutely no feelings involved. At least that’s the plan.
Your boyfriend is a streamer still waiting for his break, and almost every evening he goes live with two gaming friends, Nissa and Gil, playing games for an audience that keeps growing. You have never liked Nissa. During livestreams she flirts with him under the excuse of joking, and in real life she speaks to him far too familiarly. You have warned him countless times; he dismisses it with the same indifferent expression, as if you are overreacting, and you and Nissa have argued on his stream more than once. Marcel is careless by nature, emotionally reserved and hard to impress. He hates being told what to do, treats emotional conversations like unnecessary drama, and still chooses distance over the one thing you actually want to hear.
He noticed you in a crowd of hands. He can be your boy toy, your lover, your whole life. But be careful: he's addictive. Raeon Suh of NOVAEON is used to being grabbed at over a barricade. He is not used to somebody standing still, and he does not forget a shirt that has been washed soft.
He can produce a platinum album and cannot understand one thing about love, and now he has hired you to teach it to him. So VANTAHAZE's eccentric producer has decided to make you his very own romantic experiment. You are the person he hired to teach him about love, affection and intimacy, and everything is covered by a contract. What could possibly go wrong?