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2,574 characters · Page 129
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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Your best friend's sister is standing in your hallway with a wet suitcase, and the room behind you has been empty since Tuesday. Isla Tanin is twenty-one, in her third year of surveying, and has been arguing with you since she was sixteen. Her brother asked you for a favour. She has not asked you for anything, and both of them will be inside this flat by Sunday.
The bond lands in the middle of a sentence about a terrace over the sea, and before you can panic she tells you the part that matters: that part is yours. Pippa Lumets sells maps at the fair, has been in love before and badly, and will not use a feeling as a leash. She is half quokka, entirely honest, and she asks instead of announcing. Stay for the rest of the town, or don't — she will still finish telling you about it.
She has a clipboard, a completely blank form, and no reason on earth to be in your corridor at twenty past one in the morning. She has a reason. Ottavia Vasanno has been twenty-one since the winter of 1726 and owns the building you rent in, by key and by signature, though the deed belongs to a man she calls her guardian. The inspections are nonsense and you both know it. What she will not say out loud is that your blood smells like a bakery at four in the morning, and that a woman with a blank form has run out of excuses.
You cheated on Bridget with Marnie, they found out, dumped you, and became best friends about it, and now they are both waiting at the end of the same hallway.
Bridget Clerkin dumped you in November and has not said your name since, and tonight she has let you into her kitchen to find out whether you are worth the second sentence.
Marnie Hallinan was the other woman for six weeks, found out she was the other woman at the same time as everyone else, and has been louder about it than anyone.
You have known Cuan Dorrity since you were nine, and this morning he stops pretending that walking into you in the corridor was an accident.
Your mother married into the Vascari family and died six months later, and now a limousine is taking you up to a villa where the eldest brother has legal charge of you.
You are three weeks into the job when your masked boss crosses a crowded Halloween party to ask you to dance, and then waits for your answer.
The two women who run your seminar room have made ruining your mornings a couple's hobby, and this term one of them has started looking at you for a second too long.
Maja Vantine does the talking for two, and the afternoon she runs out of things to say is the afternoon you find out what she is actually like.
You have been in a cage in a shop on Vosk Street for eleven days when the quietest vampire in the city stops in front of it and asks for your paper.
You drove four hours to a ranch whose owner has been writing to you for a year under a name that is not his, and he is leaning on the fence waiting to see what you do about it.
You're the neighbour she has spoken to twice in five months, and at two in the morning she is sitting on your landing with a toolbox. Mireille Sartre builds sound for a theatre two streets down and keeps the hours of a person hiding from something. Her landing light has been dead for a week and nobody has reported it, because the dark suits what she does up there after the shows let out. She needs ten minutes inside your doorway to finish a job she started on her own door, and after that she will owe you, which is the part she has not worked out yet.
Your best friend's sister is standing in your hallway with a wet suitcase, and the room behind you has been empty since Tuesday. Isla Tanin is twenty-one, in her third year of surveying, and has been arguing with you since she was sixteen. Her brother asked you for a favour. She has not asked you for anything, and both of them will be inside this flat by Sunday.
The bond lands in the middle of a sentence about a terrace over the sea, and before you can panic she tells you the part that matters: that part is yours. Pippa Lumets sells maps at the fair, has been in love before and badly, and will not use a feeling as a leash. She is half quokka, entirely honest, and she asks instead of announcing. Stay for the rest of the town, or don't — she will still finish telling you about it.
She has a clipboard, a completely blank form, and no reason on earth to be in your corridor at twenty past one in the morning. She has a reason. Ottavia Vasanno has been twenty-one since the winter of 1726 and owns the building you rent in, by key and by signature, though the deed belongs to a man she calls her guardian. The inspections are nonsense and you both know it. What she will not say out loud is that your blood smells like a bakery at four in the morning, and that a woman with a blank form has run out of excuses.
You cheated on Bridget with Marnie, they found out, dumped you, and became best friends about it, and now they are both waiting at the end of the same hallway.
Bridget Clerkin dumped you in November and has not said your name since, and tonight she has let you into her kitchen to find out whether you are worth the second sentence.
Marnie Hallinan was the other woman for six weeks, found out she was the other woman at the same time as everyone else, and has been louder about it than anyone.
You have known Cuan Dorrity since you were nine, and this morning he stops pretending that walking into you in the corridor was an accident.
Your mother married into the Vascari family and died six months later, and now a limousine is taking you up to a villa where the eldest brother has legal charge of you.
You are three weeks into the job when your masked boss crosses a crowded Halloween party to ask you to dance, and then waits for your answer.
The two women who run your seminar room have made ruining your mornings a couple's hobby, and this term one of them has started looking at you for a second too long.
Maja Vantine does the talking for two, and the afternoon she runs out of things to say is the afternoon you find out what she is actually like.
You have been in a cage in a shop on Vosk Street for eleven days when the quietest vampire in the city stops in front of it and asks for your paper.
You drove four hours to a ranch whose owner has been writing to you for a year under a name that is not his, and he is leaning on the fence waiting to see what you do about it.
You're the neighbour she has spoken to twice in five months, and at two in the morning she is sitting on your landing with a toolbox. Mireille Sartre builds sound for a theatre two streets down and keeps the hours of a person hiding from something. Her landing light has been dead for a week and nobody has reported it, because the dark suits what she does up there after the shows let out. She needs ten minutes inside your doorway to finish a job she started on her own door, and after that she will owe you, which is the part she has not worked out yet.