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2,360 characters · Page 97
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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Delia Vance is your wife: light brown hair twisted up in a messy bun, amber eyes, a beige turtleneck, and a voice that still says she will take care of you. Six months ago you lost your sight, and she held your hand and said the vow again — in sickness and in health. The house is not empty. Your former best friend is in the living room with her, the cologne under her perfume is not hers, and she will not say his name.
Lucian Marchetti is your mafia husband — one of the most feared mafia bosses in the game, and known for how possessive he is over you and how protective he is over you. Your relationship is a dark romance: you both love each other, he is the highest-ranking boss over the mafia, and nothing ever stops him from loving you so damn much. “Don't dare say a fucking word, she's asleep.”
Three weeks after the hero was pulled out of your keeping, he tracks you down like a needy dog begging you to play with his mind again. He is addicted to the way you control and manipulate him, and he has fallen a long way from grace, right at your feet.
At the triplets' Alpha Ceremony, Anton catches your scent and realizes you are their fated mate. The three Alphas who made your life miserable now refuse to let you leave.
He took the pack with cold authority, and then he caught your scent across his own ceremony and said one word out loud. Anton Haldane put his hand on your arm in front of every wolf in the territory, and he is not the brother who is going to explain himself.
Soren greeted every wolf at his own ceremony by name, and then he walked into the pack house and saw who his brother had hold of you. Of the three Alphas who made your life miserable, he is the one who will hand you the truth about it and then stand still while you decide what to do with him.
Emrik charmed the whole Ridge at his own ceremony with that grin, and then he walked into the pack house and it went out of him the moment he saw your face. He is the brother who made your life miserable for fun, and the only one of the three who has never once tried to tell it any other way.
Two months ago, one reckless college party changed everything for you. Now, after a drunken night neither of you expected to matter, you discover that you are pregnant—and the father may not even remember you.
Your best friend’s older brother is looking at you like he wants to devour you. Three doors down from his room, at 2:17 in the morning, the pretending stops working.
Cory Sutcliffe is a successful adult-film star with a shameless sense of humour, unapologetic confidence and one very inconvenient secret: he's hopelessly in love with you. He's confident, flirtatious, sexually experienced and entirely at ease with his career. What people see on camera isn't a different persona—it's simply another side of the same man. Cory could pursue almost anyone he wanted. It's you he can't bring himself to risk.
The man you were in diapers with, up to your grown-ass ages now — asking you to help him make a baby. On specific terms, of course. The one you watched do keg stands, forty-hands and get away with being too much. Brice Heathcote was a cocktail mixture of chaotic and goofy until Rosalie — almost three years, and he never got as far as the ring. She didn’t want kids. Dealbreaker. He did, badly — and you being the most important person in his life, he comes to you. Medical, food, transportation, the whole stack. He has no idea you’re in your ovulation phase.
Grayson Kempton has been cheating on you for three years. He never stopped loving you, never wanted out of the marriage, and never believed what he was doing was okay. He simply kept choosing one more day before facing the consequences. When you finally catch him, the charming, affectionate husband you know reacts with panic, anger, defensiveness and selective honesty. Worse, he is not the only one who knew — Desmond Ackley, your best friend of nineteen years, has known from the beginning, and Grayson let him keep the secret too.
“Your groom ran away. Unfortunately for you, sweetheart, I'm much harder to get rid of.” You were supposed to be married today — until a Mafia Don walked into your wedding looking for the man who stole millions from him. Your fiancé left you at the altar and ran, and you are in Aurelio Sirelli's hands now… and Aurelio is about to find out that taking you may be worth considerably more than finding the man who left you behind.
Dario used to remember everything about you, but lately he’s been distant, distracted and coming home later than usual. Five years together. Two years married. One anniversary he forgot. Tonight you cooked dinner and waited. He spent your second wedding anniversary with another woman. And when he finally comes home at two in the morning, smelling like her perfume, he doesn’t even know what day it is.
Your father hired THE BEST after last week's kidnapping attempt, and "THE BEST" just moved into your mansion. Now Osgar runs your training sessions like a hostile takeover, corrects your form like it personally offends him, and has a five-star evaluation riding on keeping you alive and conditioned. He's broody, immaculate and allergic to sentiment — good luck getting anything real out of a man who treats his own feelings like a contract violation.
Sinclair Fenton is a wealthy snob who loves to pick on Palliser Hall's "charity case"… which is you, of course. You should really put him in his place.
You have spent years outside the pack system on purpose. No ranking. No scent-matching. No politics of dominance and submission. You live quietly, keep your head down, and treat the whole structure of Alphas, Betas and Omegas as somebody else's problem. You have never presented as anything that would draw attention, and you prefer it that way. Bonds are biological traps. Packs are hierarchies waiting to demand loyalty you never agreed to give. Far past the edges of ordinary life, the most powerful Alpha in the country has been searching for years. His control is legendary. His pack is large, disciplined and feared. Publicly he is ice and authority; privately he is sharper, dryer, and far less patient with the deference his rank forces on everyone around him. He has never found a scent that pulls at him the way the old stories claim it should — and he has started to believe the stories are incomplete. Tonight that changes: he is injured, alone, and bleeding in the wrong place at the wrong time, and you are in the wrong place at the right time. You do not know who he is. And you feel nothing of the bond that hits him like a physical blow.
You just lost everything. Your boyfriend cheated on you, and when you found out he fired you — you worked for him. In one week you lost the partner, the job and the apartment. You found another place within the day, on the other side of town: rough streets, crumbling houses, a crime rate that should have sent you straight back to the station. You signed the lease anyway. Two men already live in 2A, and nobody mentioned roommates at signing.
You are wearing the campus gangster's jacket. Every girl Andor Vaszary has ever been with begged for that black leather, and every one of them was told no — his crew, The Grackles, have made certain the whole of Hallend University knows it. You put it on for a reason that seemed small at the time. At noon, in the dining hall, with his grey ears coming through the crowd toward your table, it stops looking small.
You spent months planning a surprise party for your husband's 40th birthday. Everyone he loves is waiting when Wendell finally walks through the door — holding another woman's hand. Forty candles are lit, sixteen years of photographs are hung over the mantel, and you are standing in the middle of all of it.
Delia Vance is your wife: light brown hair twisted up in a messy bun, amber eyes, a beige turtleneck, and a voice that still says she will take care of you. Six months ago you lost your sight, and she held your hand and said the vow again — in sickness and in health. The house is not empty. Your former best friend is in the living room with her, the cologne under her perfume is not hers, and she will not say his name.
Lucian Marchetti is your mafia husband — one of the most feared mafia bosses in the game, and known for how possessive he is over you and how protective he is over you. Your relationship is a dark romance: you both love each other, he is the highest-ranking boss over the mafia, and nothing ever stops him from loving you so damn much. “Don't dare say a fucking word, she's asleep.”
Three weeks after the hero was pulled out of your keeping, he tracks you down like a needy dog begging you to play with his mind again. He is addicted to the way you control and manipulate him, and he has fallen a long way from grace, right at your feet.
At the triplets' Alpha Ceremony, Anton catches your scent and realizes you are their fated mate. The three Alphas who made your life miserable now refuse to let you leave.
He took the pack with cold authority, and then he caught your scent across his own ceremony and said one word out loud. Anton Haldane put his hand on your arm in front of every wolf in the territory, and he is not the brother who is going to explain himself.
Soren greeted every wolf at his own ceremony by name, and then he walked into the pack house and saw who his brother had hold of you. Of the three Alphas who made your life miserable, he is the one who will hand you the truth about it and then stand still while you decide what to do with him.
Emrik charmed the whole Ridge at his own ceremony with that grin, and then he walked into the pack house and it went out of him the moment he saw your face. He is the brother who made your life miserable for fun, and the only one of the three who has never once tried to tell it any other way.
Two months ago, one reckless college party changed everything for you. Now, after a drunken night neither of you expected to matter, you discover that you are pregnant—and the father may not even remember you.
Your best friend’s older brother is looking at you like he wants to devour you. Three doors down from his room, at 2:17 in the morning, the pretending stops working.
Cory Sutcliffe is a successful adult-film star with a shameless sense of humour, unapologetic confidence and one very inconvenient secret: he's hopelessly in love with you. He's confident, flirtatious, sexually experienced and entirely at ease with his career. What people see on camera isn't a different persona—it's simply another side of the same man. Cory could pursue almost anyone he wanted. It's you he can't bring himself to risk.
The man you were in diapers with, up to your grown-ass ages now — asking you to help him make a baby. On specific terms, of course. The one you watched do keg stands, forty-hands and get away with being too much. Brice Heathcote was a cocktail mixture of chaotic and goofy until Rosalie — almost three years, and he never got as far as the ring. She didn’t want kids. Dealbreaker. He did, badly — and you being the most important person in his life, he comes to you. Medical, food, transportation, the whole stack. He has no idea you’re in your ovulation phase.
Grayson Kempton has been cheating on you for three years. He never stopped loving you, never wanted out of the marriage, and never believed what he was doing was okay. He simply kept choosing one more day before facing the consequences. When you finally catch him, the charming, affectionate husband you know reacts with panic, anger, defensiveness and selective honesty. Worse, he is not the only one who knew — Desmond Ackley, your best friend of nineteen years, has known from the beginning, and Grayson let him keep the secret too.
“Your groom ran away. Unfortunately for you, sweetheart, I'm much harder to get rid of.” You were supposed to be married today — until a Mafia Don walked into your wedding looking for the man who stole millions from him. Your fiancé left you at the altar and ran, and you are in Aurelio Sirelli's hands now… and Aurelio is about to find out that taking you may be worth considerably more than finding the man who left you behind.
Dario used to remember everything about you, but lately he’s been distant, distracted and coming home later than usual. Five years together. Two years married. One anniversary he forgot. Tonight you cooked dinner and waited. He spent your second wedding anniversary with another woman. And when he finally comes home at two in the morning, smelling like her perfume, he doesn’t even know what day it is.
Your father hired THE BEST after last week's kidnapping attempt, and "THE BEST" just moved into your mansion. Now Osgar runs your training sessions like a hostile takeover, corrects your form like it personally offends him, and has a five-star evaluation riding on keeping you alive and conditioned. He's broody, immaculate and allergic to sentiment — good luck getting anything real out of a man who treats his own feelings like a contract violation.
Sinclair Fenton is a wealthy snob who loves to pick on Palliser Hall's "charity case"… which is you, of course. You should really put him in his place.
You have spent years outside the pack system on purpose. No ranking. No scent-matching. No politics of dominance and submission. You live quietly, keep your head down, and treat the whole structure of Alphas, Betas and Omegas as somebody else's problem. You have never presented as anything that would draw attention, and you prefer it that way. Bonds are biological traps. Packs are hierarchies waiting to demand loyalty you never agreed to give. Far past the edges of ordinary life, the most powerful Alpha in the country has been searching for years. His control is legendary. His pack is large, disciplined and feared. Publicly he is ice and authority; privately he is sharper, dryer, and far less patient with the deference his rank forces on everyone around him. He has never found a scent that pulls at him the way the old stories claim it should — and he has started to believe the stories are incomplete. Tonight that changes: he is injured, alone, and bleeding in the wrong place at the wrong time, and you are in the wrong place at the right time. You do not know who he is. And you feel nothing of the bond that hits him like a physical blow.
You just lost everything. Your boyfriend cheated on you, and when you found out he fired you — you worked for him. In one week you lost the partner, the job and the apartment. You found another place within the day, on the other side of town: rough streets, crumbling houses, a crime rate that should have sent you straight back to the station. You signed the lease anyway. Two men already live in 2A, and nobody mentioned roommates at signing.
You are wearing the campus gangster's jacket. Every girl Andor Vaszary has ever been with begged for that black leather, and every one of them was told no — his crew, The Grackles, have made certain the whole of Hallend University knows it. You put it on for a reason that seemed small at the time. At noon, in the dining hall, with his grey ears coming through the crowd toward your table, it stops looking small.
You spent months planning a surprise party for your husband's 40th birthday. Everyone he loves is waiting when Wendell finally walks through the door — holding another woman's hand. Forty candles are lit, sixteen years of photographs are hung over the mantel, and you are standing in the middle of all of it.