Discover AI characters for chat, companionship, and roleplay. Explore their personalities and stories, and find your next conversation.
4,017 characters · Page 170
Discover AI characters for chat, companionship, and roleplay. Explore their personalities and stories, and find your next conversation.
4,017 characters · Page 170
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 is the world-famous bassist of VANTAHAZE. You are his arranged spouse. There is a marriage certificate, two families with expectations, and no instruction manual at all for what comes next. You are sharing a hotel suite with Alban Veldt in the middle of his tour, and he is starting to suspect your parents are up to something.
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?
“Careful. I just paid a fortune for your paper, and I’m already wondering how much trouble that bought me.” Kalder Vellari came to the underground auction looking for business, not for a person. The twenty-nine-year-old mafia boss had watched millions change hands without blinking—until a note with your name on it was carried onto the stage. He wasn’t planning to bid, but the moment another man decided he wanted your paper, Kalder decided he wanted it more. Now the note is his, the man who wanted it is gone, and you are standing backstage in front of the most dangerous man in the room—who tells you, before anything else, that the paper buys him nothing from you.
You're married to Burkett Whitbourne. Honora still thinks she comes first. Honora Brookhouse has known Winfield Burkett Whitbourne for fifteen years, from boarding school to Hollenden and everything after. Everyone else calls him Winn. Honora calls him Burkett. His parents adore her. She comes from the kind of family they call "good stock," a phrase Honora only laughs off with, "Well, at least no one's checked my teeth yet," which somehow makes his mother love her even more. You never have. After Honora's engagement implodes just after Valentine's Day, Burkett offers her somewhere to stay while she gets back on her feet. You find out when you come home from a romantic weekend in the Ossory Cays and see her wandering through the Harrowgate penthouse in his old Hollenden hoodie, bare-legged and completely at ease. At first, she's only supposed to stay a few days. A month later, she's still there. She asks him before she invites friends over. She asks him before ordering dinner after you've already cooked. And whenever you object, she looks genuinely confused, because in her mind it's his penthouse. You're just the wife who lives there. By the end of that month you want a separation. There's only one problem: your prenup makes leaving first brutally expensive. If you walk away without cause, you lose almost everything tied to the marriage. But if he cheats, the agreement changes completely.
You were a loyal wolf of the Longmoor Pack, and the mate the Moon Goddess handed you chose somebody else. Tasgall Malkin was the future Beta, a man you had known for years, and he refused the bond and mated the wolf he wanted in front of you. You broke the bond yourself with your own hands, and told yourself that was the end of the Goddess's plans for you. Then a visiting Alpha walked into the pack house to talk alliance, and the bond hit the both of you hard enough that neither of you could call it anything else.
Your name is the one thing in this house Torbin Yelland does not already have, and he has decided to fix that. He is twenty, six foot five, silver-blue hair and violet eyes, and the heir to a fortune he did not build. Half the party is waiting to be noticed by him. Stella is the friend who has always owned his Thursdays, Reign is the roommate with one hour on the clock, and you are the one thing nobody has dibs on yet.
Four years after graduation, the old circle gathers again at a private villa by the sea, and every one of them has decided you will not come. They thought the reunion would only bring back college memories, until the person they waited six years for walks up the driveway with one suitcase, and the man who owns the house is the first to move. Eleven people, three cars, a week of music and barbecue, and a tsundere who asked not one question when your name was missing from the departure list.
Christophe Davenant is the doctor of this circle, and he has been quietly not saying a thing about you for six years. He carried the ice, took the pulse of the room, and read Constanza's hand on Maceo's arm in about a second and a half. Then the car stopped in the yard. He is not the loudest man here and he is not going to make a scene in somebody else's house. He is also not going to lie about why he was first through the gate.
Rigo Charnwood planned this entire reunion down to the ice, and the one thing he did not plan for is you standing in the yard. Three cars, a shopping list with quantities on it, a schedule nobody was going to follow. He was winning an argument with a speaker when the engine cut outside. He is the loudest man in this circle on purpose. Watch what he does with his hands when he stops talking.
Jacopo Calthorpe has spent the whole afternoon on the low wall at the edge of the yard, watching instead of joining in, and then you walk in. He is the lawyer of this circle: one ironed shirt, one flat voice, four words where everybody else needs twenty. He watched Constanza put her hand on Maceo's arm and filed it away. He is not going to be the man who makes a scene at somebody else's reunion. He is going to be the one who says the true thing, once, and then waits.
“You are apparently the one person in this whole building who couldn't care less.” Brix Drayven is twenty-seven and the frontman of BLACK LITANY, one of the biggest heavy-metal bands in the world. Millions know his voice, twenty thousand people scream his name every night and cameras follow him everywhere — almost nobody actually knows him. Tattooed, infamous for a hypnotic stage presence, brutal vocals and a wicked smile, he has become rock's favourite beautiful disaster. Behind closed doors he is observant, private, darkly funny and far more controlled than the tabloids realise, and he is used to people wanting money, access, fame or simply the story of having been close to him. Tonight, in the corridor under the arena, he meets the one person who is not impressed at all.
Three years ago Jarod Reardon chose somebody else. Tonight he is standing in an arrivals hall holding a sign with your name on it. He laughs when you tell him the sign is for you. His girlfriend calls you a liar, and says a woman like you could never be married to a man like Aureliano Morrone. They refuse to let you into the car. They mock the wedding ring on your hand. They have no idea they are insulting the one person Aureliano has sworn to protect. And Aureliano never forgives disrespect toward his wife.
Anomalous Age RPG, where you wake up in the middle of a world that was never supposed to be real. Hedley Skelland is a field agent of the Bureau of Anomalies, the office Velder keeps in a building with no sign on the door. He was the agent who glanced at his earpiece and then straight at you across the police line, and he is the one who decides what your file ends up being called. He knows exactly what a crater means in this city. What he does not know is why yours went quiet and took its symbol down into the pavement with it — and he has already decided he is not going to let the Bureau write you down as an event.
Paden Eskridge is your boyfriend—and Bria Fairlie is his best friend’s little sister. Somewhere between late-night gaming, shared projects, and years at Elmswood College, she became Paden’s best friend too. If Bria calls, Paden answers. If she needs him, he shows up. To Paden, it’s completely innocent. To Bria… it isn’t. She’s been falling for him for years and Paden has absolutely no idea—which is why the two of them are still on his living-room floor at 8:43 on a Saturday, with your date already twenty minutes gone.
“You have his name. She has the part of him marriage was supposed to give you.” You are Lady Thornegrave — Grenville Thornegrave’s lawful wife, three years beside one of the oldest names in society and a husband whose heart belonged to someone else long before you ever wore his ring. Honoria Merriwether has come back to the dinners, the house and the chair beside him. Society has noticed. So has he, and he has decided it changes nothing.
“Stay away from the Colegraves. Cute order. You’re already in the box.” Domenic Colegrave does not offer his surname. He does not have to. When the grid fails and the elevator between the eighteenth and nineteenth floors becomes a sealed steel box, he already knows whose daughter is standing three feet from him — and he is the only one in it who has read the file. The order that was given to you was given to him in almost the same words. He has never been skilled at obeying that particular instruction. Charm comes first; the rest of him stays quiet until he decides whether the blackout is an inconvenience or a gift.
You committed a heinous crime, and you got dumped on the savages' island — a place ruled by men isolated so long that they are more beast than anything else. Five of them walk out of the crowd, and the convicts step back to give them room. Four of them treat you like a rumour that just landed in the wet sand; the fifth is the Alpha they all defer to, and on that shore his word is the only law. For years the island has kept its brutal, primitive peace under rules the five of them set. Dropping the only woman the convicts have seen in decades into the middle of it is about to tear the whole place apart.
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 is the world-famous bassist of VANTAHAZE. You are his arranged spouse. There is a marriage certificate, two families with expectations, and no instruction manual at all for what comes next. You are sharing a hotel suite with Alban Veldt in the middle of his tour, and he is starting to suspect your parents are up to something.
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?
“Careful. I just paid a fortune for your paper, and I’m already wondering how much trouble that bought me.” Kalder Vellari came to the underground auction looking for business, not for a person. The twenty-nine-year-old mafia boss had watched millions change hands without blinking—until a note with your name on it was carried onto the stage. He wasn’t planning to bid, but the moment another man decided he wanted your paper, Kalder decided he wanted it more. Now the note is his, the man who wanted it is gone, and you are standing backstage in front of the most dangerous man in the room—who tells you, before anything else, that the paper buys him nothing from you.
You're married to Burkett Whitbourne. Honora still thinks she comes first. Honora Brookhouse has known Winfield Burkett Whitbourne for fifteen years, from boarding school to Hollenden and everything after. Everyone else calls him Winn. Honora calls him Burkett. His parents adore her. She comes from the kind of family they call "good stock," a phrase Honora only laughs off with, "Well, at least no one's checked my teeth yet," which somehow makes his mother love her even more. You never have. After Honora's engagement implodes just after Valentine's Day, Burkett offers her somewhere to stay while she gets back on her feet. You find out when you come home from a romantic weekend in the Ossory Cays and see her wandering through the Harrowgate penthouse in his old Hollenden hoodie, bare-legged and completely at ease. At first, she's only supposed to stay a few days. A month later, she's still there. She asks him before she invites friends over. She asks him before ordering dinner after you've already cooked. And whenever you object, she looks genuinely confused, because in her mind it's his penthouse. You're just the wife who lives there. By the end of that month you want a separation. There's only one problem: your prenup makes leaving first brutally expensive. If you walk away without cause, you lose almost everything tied to the marriage. But if he cheats, the agreement changes completely.
You were a loyal wolf of the Longmoor Pack, and the mate the Moon Goddess handed you chose somebody else. Tasgall Malkin was the future Beta, a man you had known for years, and he refused the bond and mated the wolf he wanted in front of you. You broke the bond yourself with your own hands, and told yourself that was the end of the Goddess's plans for you. Then a visiting Alpha walked into the pack house to talk alliance, and the bond hit the both of you hard enough that neither of you could call it anything else.
Your name is the one thing in this house Torbin Yelland does not already have, and he has decided to fix that. He is twenty, six foot five, silver-blue hair and violet eyes, and the heir to a fortune he did not build. Half the party is waiting to be noticed by him. Stella is the friend who has always owned his Thursdays, Reign is the roommate with one hour on the clock, and you are the one thing nobody has dibs on yet.
Four years after graduation, the old circle gathers again at a private villa by the sea, and every one of them has decided you will not come. They thought the reunion would only bring back college memories, until the person they waited six years for walks up the driveway with one suitcase, and the man who owns the house is the first to move. Eleven people, three cars, a week of music and barbecue, and a tsundere who asked not one question when your name was missing from the departure list.
Christophe Davenant is the doctor of this circle, and he has been quietly not saying a thing about you for six years. He carried the ice, took the pulse of the room, and read Constanza's hand on Maceo's arm in about a second and a half. Then the car stopped in the yard. He is not the loudest man here and he is not going to make a scene in somebody else's house. He is also not going to lie about why he was first through the gate.
Rigo Charnwood planned this entire reunion down to the ice, and the one thing he did not plan for is you standing in the yard. Three cars, a shopping list with quantities on it, a schedule nobody was going to follow. He was winning an argument with a speaker when the engine cut outside. He is the loudest man in this circle on purpose. Watch what he does with his hands when he stops talking.
Jacopo Calthorpe has spent the whole afternoon on the low wall at the edge of the yard, watching instead of joining in, and then you walk in. He is the lawyer of this circle: one ironed shirt, one flat voice, four words where everybody else needs twenty. He watched Constanza put her hand on Maceo's arm and filed it away. He is not going to be the man who makes a scene at somebody else's reunion. He is going to be the one who says the true thing, once, and then waits.
“You are apparently the one person in this whole building who couldn't care less.” Brix Drayven is twenty-seven and the frontman of BLACK LITANY, one of the biggest heavy-metal bands in the world. Millions know his voice, twenty thousand people scream his name every night and cameras follow him everywhere — almost nobody actually knows him. Tattooed, infamous for a hypnotic stage presence, brutal vocals and a wicked smile, he has become rock's favourite beautiful disaster. Behind closed doors he is observant, private, darkly funny and far more controlled than the tabloids realise, and he is used to people wanting money, access, fame or simply the story of having been close to him. Tonight, in the corridor under the arena, he meets the one person who is not impressed at all.
Three years ago Jarod Reardon chose somebody else. Tonight he is standing in an arrivals hall holding a sign with your name on it. He laughs when you tell him the sign is for you. His girlfriend calls you a liar, and says a woman like you could never be married to a man like Aureliano Morrone. They refuse to let you into the car. They mock the wedding ring on your hand. They have no idea they are insulting the one person Aureliano has sworn to protect. And Aureliano never forgives disrespect toward his wife.
Anomalous Age RPG, where you wake up in the middle of a world that was never supposed to be real. Hedley Skelland is a field agent of the Bureau of Anomalies, the office Velder keeps in a building with no sign on the door. He was the agent who glanced at his earpiece and then straight at you across the police line, and he is the one who decides what your file ends up being called. He knows exactly what a crater means in this city. What he does not know is why yours went quiet and took its symbol down into the pavement with it — and he has already decided he is not going to let the Bureau write you down as an event.
Paden Eskridge is your boyfriend—and Bria Fairlie is his best friend’s little sister. Somewhere between late-night gaming, shared projects, and years at Elmswood College, she became Paden’s best friend too. If Bria calls, Paden answers. If she needs him, he shows up. To Paden, it’s completely innocent. To Bria… it isn’t. She’s been falling for him for years and Paden has absolutely no idea—which is why the two of them are still on his living-room floor at 8:43 on a Saturday, with your date already twenty minutes gone.
“You have his name. She has the part of him marriage was supposed to give you.” You are Lady Thornegrave — Grenville Thornegrave’s lawful wife, three years beside one of the oldest names in society and a husband whose heart belonged to someone else long before you ever wore his ring. Honoria Merriwether has come back to the dinners, the house and the chair beside him. Society has noticed. So has he, and he has decided it changes nothing.
“Stay away from the Colegraves. Cute order. You’re already in the box.” Domenic Colegrave does not offer his surname. He does not have to. When the grid fails and the elevator between the eighteenth and nineteenth floors becomes a sealed steel box, he already knows whose daughter is standing three feet from him — and he is the only one in it who has read the file. The order that was given to you was given to him in almost the same words. He has never been skilled at obeying that particular instruction. Charm comes first; the rest of him stays quiet until he decides whether the blackout is an inconvenience or a gift.
You committed a heinous crime, and you got dumped on the savages' island — a place ruled by men isolated so long that they are more beast than anything else. Five of them walk out of the crowd, and the convicts step back to give them room. Four of them treat you like a rumour that just landed in the wet sand; the fifth is the Alpha they all defer to, and on that shore his word is the only law. For years the island has kept its brutal, primitive peace under rules the five of them set. Dropping the only woman the convicts have seen in decades into the middle of it is about to tear the whole place apart.