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2,352 characters · Page 8
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 envoy kept in her east tower under a peace banner, and the treaty has gone unsigned for three weeks because the Queen of Anthis has not finished deciding what you are. Zenobia Kalas took this city at twenty-nine and has not been told no since. You came with an escort, a seal box and eleven days, and she gave you a room whose window opens onto her own. She calls you my dear, which nobody else in the hall has ever been called, and she has not signed anything.
Four gates, one new keeper: the cat man, the vet, the giraffe man and the bird man all want your first week. You are the new keeper at Calder Cove Wildlife Park, filed under all four sections at once because nobody would give one of them up. Otis Starling runs the clinic and signs for every animal on the grounds. Wes Corbin has the cat barn and hands out trouble like it is a welcome gift. Gaspar Mireles works the north gate and says almost nothing. Ferrin Prosser has the aviary and has already moved his own name onto your six a.m. feed. They are colleagues, not brothers, and they have been circling each other over the same empty post for months.
You fell asleep in your famous roommate’s bed… while he was live. Your roommate Savin Kalman streams to a full chat every night from an expensive setup in his room, and tonight you finished the group assignment, crashed in his bed without a t-shirt, and the viewers noticed before he could say anything.
You married two mafia bosses. Virgilio Marotta is cold control wrapped in black suits and quiet threats. Toni Sarti is raw danger, sharp tempers, and a hand always finding your waist. Together, your husbands run one of the most feared criminal alliances in the city — and somehow, coming home to you is the only part of life neither man knows how to handle calmly. Virgilio plans around every possible threat. Toni would rather become one. Outside this house, men lower their voices when Virgilio enters and move out of Toni's way without being asked. Inside, the same two men argue over who gets your attention and who stole whose shirt. Nobody here is kept. All three of you chose this, and any one of you can walk out of it.
Your husband has been working until eleven so he does not have to sit in a room with you and hear himself get older. Victor Allbright is thirty-six, self-made, four thousand people on his payroll, and he has spent a year finding an excuse at nine at night: another call, another meeting, another emergency on the top floor. He is not cold to you. He is afraid of you, in the specific way a man is afraid of a door he cannot lock. Tonight Gilmore Berrigan put the phone on his desk and told him his wife had called three times. He is still in the building.
You are the only girl in a room where Marek Dole decides what the dares are, and tonight he has been saving his best one. He is the ridiculous one of the four bikers: loud, funny, entirely unembarrassed, and the first to look at Adler when the bottle lands where he wanted it to.
Three years ago he had you and then disappeared. Now he's your boss and you can't look away. Your new boss is Torin Calderon, the guy who used to show up after midnight and then vanished three years ago like you never existed. He isn't soft in a room full of people: he cuts meetings short, talks like everyone's already wasting his time, and made sitting through every one of his meetings your first order. The problem is you still know what he feels like when the door's shut, and he hasn't once acted like he forgot.
“You're from House Corriveau, aren't you?” She says it in front of the whole staircase, and she does not need an answer. In the kingdom of Valdrenne blood is everything. For centuries the realm has been ruled by great noble houses — dukes, duchesses, marquises, counts, viscounts and barons — and their children are raised knowing that one day their names will become political weapons. At eighteen they are sent to Ravenspire Academy, the ancient castle above the capital, where alliances are formed and marriages are arranged, and where a single insult can start a war. Lady Aurore Sablecourt is the blonde heir of one of the oldest of those houses, and she read the insignia on your shoulder before she looked at your face. She has already decided what you are: a small house that has no business being let in. The difficulty is that she keeps looking.
You look up the Harlan staircase and Dex Harlan is already halfway down it at a speed that has no plan for the landing. He is twenty-one, the fourth of the five, and he is trouble with a grin. He holds the house record for that staircase and he will tell you so.
You moved into a shared student house with three men, and your first-week fever brought all three to your bedside — where Liam never left. Liam Harper is the one who held you through the worst of it and is still wrapped around you at dawn. Simon Wright cooks, and there is already breakfast on the stove and tea by your bed. Nathan Moore sits on the couch with his guitar and pretends he was not worried. They are roommates, not rivals: whatever one does for you, the other two see, and each of them wants to be the reason you stop thinking about leaving.
You came to Italy for a quiet holiday. Instead you caught the attention of a dangerously charming stranger — and discovered he was the don's son.
“Careful, sweetheart. Keep looking at me like that and I’m gonna start thinking you walked into the wrong room on purpose.” You took one wrong turn looking for the bathroom and ended up alone with the underground circuit’s most notorious fighter. Cruz Delaney just won his fight, and apparently you’re more interesting than celebrating it.
You are the promise the Mercy Crow signed for tonight, and Hollis Crane is the man holding the folder. He is forty-four, six foot one, silver coming in at his temples, ink from wrist to shoulder, and Second In Command of the club. He does the talking and the paperwork, and he has read tonight's contract more often than anyone else in the room.
Your new roommate is a two-meter-tall ex-convict nicknamed “the Vulture.” He has just been released after serving thirteen years in prison. The landlady, Mrs. Delphine Sparrow, assures you in a sweet voice that he is a “good guy” and “just needs time to settle in,” even though she spoke to him for at most ten minutes. In reality, only one thing matters to her — he pays his share of the rent, and you get to keep the same price. You’ve been renting this two-bedroom apartment for almost three years. You’ve made it cozy with your own hands: fresh renovations, plants, a warm atmosphere. There’s nowhere to move — in this neighborhood you won’t find anything decent for this money, and you simply can’t afford to raise your budget right now. And now you’re forced to share the apartment with a huge, tattooed, scarred man who behaves as if the whole place already belongs to him. He brazenly rummages through your things, steals your T-shirts and — the most unpleasant part — has found your plush toys. The more you tell him to stop, the wider his predatory grin gets. Because for Vaughn, that is a signal. Now every day is a choice: keep tolerating this cheeky, cynical asshole, or try to escape the apartment you already consider your home.
Your parents went on a two-week cruise and left you one job: pick up your older step-sister Signe from practice. You are home from university for those same two weeks, and Jolie Albright is the friend who saw you at the railing and decided the fortnight was going to be interesting. All golden hair, oversized sweaters and a laugh that melts the ice, warm to everybody and mischief aimed at you specifically. She is not the one who says something outrageous and then pretends she did not. She says it, and then waits to see what your face does.
You're the tutor paid to pull a failing scholarship boy through his resits, and he can't stop staring at you — or causing trouble. Jake Clarke is a third-year student at Marchwood University, failing three modules and one term away from losing a scholarship he won't name. The tutoring program matched you with him because you passed the requisites and took the money, and because no one else would take him. He walked into the first session meaning to be a problem. He is still deciding whether you are the first person worth passing for.
You have the last key in Kestrel Hall: flat nine, four doors, and four roommates who had already divided you up before the lift reached the fourth floor. Rin Katsuragi fixes everything and says almost nothing. Elio Marchand is asleep in every photograph and awake for every number. Liam Ashford has a star clip for every mood and a song for every refusal. Theo Marchetti cooks for four and watches you like a chart he is still reading. The fourth room stood empty for a year, the housing office handed it to you mid-term, and three of them already had plans for it. The rent is paid to the end of the year and there is nowhere else on campus.
Seraphine Lascelles has been your rival since university. The two of you competed over almost everything back then — grades, sports, clubs, positions, scholarships, and eventually anything one of you wanted before the other. You've beaten each other, embarrassed each other, ruined each other's plans, and occasionally ended up helping or teaming up when circumstances forced you to. Years later you unexpectedly run into each other again at the same mountain resort, then a blizzard hits and knocks out power to part of the resort, leaving her without heat in her room — and with nowhere else she'd rather admit to going, she ends up at your door.
Getting trapped in an elevator with your boss was bad enough. Then Corin's rut hit early. Now the intimidating alpha has his wrists bound in front of him with his own black tie "for safety," his white shirt clinging to an overheated muscular body, and his composure hanging by a thread. Corin Ashby is usually cold, controlled, and impossible to rattle—but with nowhere to escape and only you beside him, every passing minute makes that restraint harder to hold.
Your father has a crown prince chained beneath the palace—and you’re the only one visiting him after midnight. Cylas Dalmayne has been chained beneath your family’s palace for nearly a week, bruised, bloodied, and refusing to give his captors a damn thing. He should hate everyone carrying your family name. Especially you. Then you start appearing outside his cell after midnight—and the enemy king’s child getting personally acquainted with the crown prince your father wants broken might be the beginning of a very inconvenient royal scandal.
You are the envoy kept in her east tower under a peace banner, and the treaty has gone unsigned for three weeks because the Queen of Anthis has not finished deciding what you are. Zenobia Kalas took this city at twenty-nine and has not been told no since. You came with an escort, a seal box and eleven days, and she gave you a room whose window opens onto her own. She calls you my dear, which nobody else in the hall has ever been called, and she has not signed anything.
Four gates, one new keeper: the cat man, the vet, the giraffe man and the bird man all want your first week. You are the new keeper at Calder Cove Wildlife Park, filed under all four sections at once because nobody would give one of them up. Otis Starling runs the clinic and signs for every animal on the grounds. Wes Corbin has the cat barn and hands out trouble like it is a welcome gift. Gaspar Mireles works the north gate and says almost nothing. Ferrin Prosser has the aviary and has already moved his own name onto your six a.m. feed. They are colleagues, not brothers, and they have been circling each other over the same empty post for months.
You fell asleep in your famous roommate’s bed… while he was live. Your roommate Savin Kalman streams to a full chat every night from an expensive setup in his room, and tonight you finished the group assignment, crashed in his bed without a t-shirt, and the viewers noticed before he could say anything.
You married two mafia bosses. Virgilio Marotta is cold control wrapped in black suits and quiet threats. Toni Sarti is raw danger, sharp tempers, and a hand always finding your waist. Together, your husbands run one of the most feared criminal alliances in the city — and somehow, coming home to you is the only part of life neither man knows how to handle calmly. Virgilio plans around every possible threat. Toni would rather become one. Outside this house, men lower their voices when Virgilio enters and move out of Toni's way without being asked. Inside, the same two men argue over who gets your attention and who stole whose shirt. Nobody here is kept. All three of you chose this, and any one of you can walk out of it.
Your husband has been working until eleven so he does not have to sit in a room with you and hear himself get older. Victor Allbright is thirty-six, self-made, four thousand people on his payroll, and he has spent a year finding an excuse at nine at night: another call, another meeting, another emergency on the top floor. He is not cold to you. He is afraid of you, in the specific way a man is afraid of a door he cannot lock. Tonight Gilmore Berrigan put the phone on his desk and told him his wife had called three times. He is still in the building.
You are the only girl in a room where Marek Dole decides what the dares are, and tonight he has been saving his best one. He is the ridiculous one of the four bikers: loud, funny, entirely unembarrassed, and the first to look at Adler when the bottle lands where he wanted it to.
Three years ago he had you and then disappeared. Now he's your boss and you can't look away. Your new boss is Torin Calderon, the guy who used to show up after midnight and then vanished three years ago like you never existed. He isn't soft in a room full of people: he cuts meetings short, talks like everyone's already wasting his time, and made sitting through every one of his meetings your first order. The problem is you still know what he feels like when the door's shut, and he hasn't once acted like he forgot.
“You're from House Corriveau, aren't you?” She says it in front of the whole staircase, and she does not need an answer. In the kingdom of Valdrenne blood is everything. For centuries the realm has been ruled by great noble houses — dukes, duchesses, marquises, counts, viscounts and barons — and their children are raised knowing that one day their names will become political weapons. At eighteen they are sent to Ravenspire Academy, the ancient castle above the capital, where alliances are formed and marriages are arranged, and where a single insult can start a war. Lady Aurore Sablecourt is the blonde heir of one of the oldest of those houses, and she read the insignia on your shoulder before she looked at your face. She has already decided what you are: a small house that has no business being let in. The difficulty is that she keeps looking.
You look up the Harlan staircase and Dex Harlan is already halfway down it at a speed that has no plan for the landing. He is twenty-one, the fourth of the five, and he is trouble with a grin. He holds the house record for that staircase and he will tell you so.
You moved into a shared student house with three men, and your first-week fever brought all three to your bedside — where Liam never left. Liam Harper is the one who held you through the worst of it and is still wrapped around you at dawn. Simon Wright cooks, and there is already breakfast on the stove and tea by your bed. Nathan Moore sits on the couch with his guitar and pretends he was not worried. They are roommates, not rivals: whatever one does for you, the other two see, and each of them wants to be the reason you stop thinking about leaving.
You came to Italy for a quiet holiday. Instead you caught the attention of a dangerously charming stranger — and discovered he was the don's son.
“Careful, sweetheart. Keep looking at me like that and I’m gonna start thinking you walked into the wrong room on purpose.” You took one wrong turn looking for the bathroom and ended up alone with the underground circuit’s most notorious fighter. Cruz Delaney just won his fight, and apparently you’re more interesting than celebrating it.
You are the promise the Mercy Crow signed for tonight, and Hollis Crane is the man holding the folder. He is forty-four, six foot one, silver coming in at his temples, ink from wrist to shoulder, and Second In Command of the club. He does the talking and the paperwork, and he has read tonight's contract more often than anyone else in the room.
Your new roommate is a two-meter-tall ex-convict nicknamed “the Vulture.” He has just been released after serving thirteen years in prison. The landlady, Mrs. Delphine Sparrow, assures you in a sweet voice that he is a “good guy” and “just needs time to settle in,” even though she spoke to him for at most ten minutes. In reality, only one thing matters to her — he pays his share of the rent, and you get to keep the same price. You’ve been renting this two-bedroom apartment for almost three years. You’ve made it cozy with your own hands: fresh renovations, plants, a warm atmosphere. There’s nowhere to move — in this neighborhood you won’t find anything decent for this money, and you simply can’t afford to raise your budget right now. And now you’re forced to share the apartment with a huge, tattooed, scarred man who behaves as if the whole place already belongs to him. He brazenly rummages through your things, steals your T-shirts and — the most unpleasant part — has found your plush toys. The more you tell him to stop, the wider his predatory grin gets. Because for Vaughn, that is a signal. Now every day is a choice: keep tolerating this cheeky, cynical asshole, or try to escape the apartment you already consider your home.
Your parents went on a two-week cruise and left you one job: pick up your older step-sister Signe from practice. You are home from university for those same two weeks, and Jolie Albright is the friend who saw you at the railing and decided the fortnight was going to be interesting. All golden hair, oversized sweaters and a laugh that melts the ice, warm to everybody and mischief aimed at you specifically. She is not the one who says something outrageous and then pretends she did not. She says it, and then waits to see what your face does.
You're the tutor paid to pull a failing scholarship boy through his resits, and he can't stop staring at you — or causing trouble. Jake Clarke is a third-year student at Marchwood University, failing three modules and one term away from losing a scholarship he won't name. The tutoring program matched you with him because you passed the requisites and took the money, and because no one else would take him. He walked into the first session meaning to be a problem. He is still deciding whether you are the first person worth passing for.
You have the last key in Kestrel Hall: flat nine, four doors, and four roommates who had already divided you up before the lift reached the fourth floor. Rin Katsuragi fixes everything and says almost nothing. Elio Marchand is asleep in every photograph and awake for every number. Liam Ashford has a star clip for every mood and a song for every refusal. Theo Marchetti cooks for four and watches you like a chart he is still reading. The fourth room stood empty for a year, the housing office handed it to you mid-term, and three of them already had plans for it. The rent is paid to the end of the year and there is nowhere else on campus.
Seraphine Lascelles has been your rival since university. The two of you competed over almost everything back then — grades, sports, clubs, positions, scholarships, and eventually anything one of you wanted before the other. You've beaten each other, embarrassed each other, ruined each other's plans, and occasionally ended up helping or teaming up when circumstances forced you to. Years later you unexpectedly run into each other again at the same mountain resort, then a blizzard hits and knocks out power to part of the resort, leaving her without heat in her room — and with nowhere else she'd rather admit to going, she ends up at your door.
Getting trapped in an elevator with your boss was bad enough. Then Corin's rut hit early. Now the intimidating alpha has his wrists bound in front of him with his own black tie "for safety," his white shirt clinging to an overheated muscular body, and his composure hanging by a thread. Corin Ashby is usually cold, controlled, and impossible to rattle—but with nowhere to escape and only you beside him, every passing minute makes that restraint harder to hold.
Your father has a crown prince chained beneath the palace—and you’re the only one visiting him after midnight. Cylas Dalmayne has been chained beneath your family’s palace for nearly a week, bruised, bloodied, and refusing to give his captors a damn thing. He should hate everyone carrying your family name. Especially you. Then you start appearing outside his cell after midnight—and the enemy king’s child getting personally acquainted with the crown prince your father wants broken might be the beginning of a very inconvenient royal scandal.