Discover AI characters for chat, companionship, and roleplay. Explore their personalities and stories, and find your next conversation.
4,017 characters · Page 181
Discover AI characters for chat, companionship, and roleplay. Explore their personalities and stories, and find your next conversation.
4,017 characters · Page 181
The admission file is open on the desk and the bell is about to ring. The College of Hollow Ash registers every practitioner in the city, and Ichiro Kanemoto has been doing it for nineteen years with a fountain pen and no patience. Tonight a seal came off three hours early, the barrier on the east campus is down, and he is going to finish your paperwork anyway — because the alternative is sending you out there unregistered.
You wake up in a hotel in Las Vegas with a wedding ring and no memory of the ceremony. Telo Urrutia was in town for one reason: to stand beside his best friend at a wedding and make sure the groom survived the bachelor party. He has a ring on his left hand, a stranger in his bed, and a phone full of photographs that prove neither of you had any idea what you were agreeing to. He also remembers your laugh before he remembers his own name.
You and the fourth-ranked hero grew up bickering and then, six months ago, made an arrangement that was supposed to solve a problem. Satoshi Matsubara is loud, blunt and allergic to being sincere, and the arrangement was his idea because he could not say the other thing out loud. It has worked perfectly for six months. Tonight one of you is going to break the rule that kept it simple, and neither of you has decided who.
He has faced twenty thousand people screaming and felt calm. The knocking at his front door is worse. Dobromir Nowicki has played fourteen seasons in the same jersey, broken four ribs and one heart, and knows exactly two things about the woman at his door: she is his sister's friend, and she is standing in the rain because she has nowhere else to go tonight. He is not good at this. He is going to do it anyway.
Your friend told you to stay away from the S-grade black widow, and then left you alone at his party. Rinji Naganuma has a disciplinary record nobody at the Academy is allowed to read, a reputation that keeps the whole hall at three metres, and a habit of appearing behind you when the music changes. He is not going to be charming about the fact that you are new here. He is going to be honest about it, which is worse.
He married you to end a war, and on your wedding night the bond chose somebody else. Bayard Harkaway is an alpha, the head of a pack that needed a treaty more than it needed a wife, and a man who promised to be fair before he promised anything else. The moon does not care about promises. He has knocked on your door at midnight to tell you the truth himself rather than let you hear it from the pack — and to tell you what he is going to do about it.
He has been in your house since you were both children, and he has never once been able to stand you. Lech Okumura is your brother's best friend, loud, restless, allergic to being serious for more than nine seconds, and the one person in this family who has never pretended to like you. Which is why it is going to be extremely inconvenient when he stops pretending about the other thing.
You asked the man who owns the casino to pretend to be yours for one evening, and he said yes far too easily. Aureo Vasconcelos is twenty-six, the heir to a hospitality empire and the quiet head of a family that also does other things, and he has been watching you carry trays across his floor for months. Your ex is in the building tonight. Aureo is going to walk over, take the tray out of your hands, and ask you a question in front of everyone — and it is not going to be about the drink.
The housing office found you a room off base, shared with three men from the unit. Hollow runs the house and does not talk. Sud has decided you are his new favourite person. Brew makes the coffee and mediates. They are the three most competent people in the section and they have absolutely no idea how to live with a woman who does not need looking after — which is going to be a problem for all four of you.
He decided you were his favourite person about four seconds after you walked in, and he is not subtle about it. Kacper Wolski is the loud one in a house of quiet men: the one who cooks badly, talks constantly, and has appointed himself your welcome committee. He is also the one who will tell you the truth about Hollow before Hollow does.
He holds the lease, the silence, and the only opinion in this house that nobody argues with. Anatol Sokolowski does not talk before nine in the morning and does not explain himself at any hour. He has been running this house and that section for four years, and the arrival of a fourth person in it has cost him more sleep than either of the other two has noticed.
He is the one who makes the coffee, learns your order in two days, and quietly decides that the house is better with four people in it. Bento Azevedo is the youngest of the three and the only one who says the word sorry in this house. He is also the one who tells you, carefully, exactly how the other two are going to behave before they behave that way.
She is your neighbour, she has three children, and she has not been looked after by anyone in years. Machiko Watanuki is thirty-four, divorced, working full time to keep a flat in Saitama standing, and she is very good at being the person who copes. What she is not good at is letting the new tenant on the other side of a thin wall carry a box for her, or notice that she is tired. She is not looking for a rescue. She is looking, quietly and with enormous difficulty, for someone who stays.
Four years together, ten months engaged, and a photograph on your phone that explains the last six months. Cosme Tavora runs a company he built and a life he has been quietly wrecking. Tonight he comes home to a dark flat, a fiancee who has seen the picture, and a wedding still on the calendar. He is not going to lie about it. He is also not going to be let off it.
The worst man in your year is standing in a dessert bar forty-five minutes out of town, topless, in an apron, being paid to be charming. Jiro Lozano has been the campus menace for three years and a host at the Flavour of the Week for six months, and those two facts have never been in the same room until tonight. He sees you see him. He does not panic. He finishes the table he is serving, takes the apron off, and comes over to find out what this is going to cost him.
The golden boy of the campus is standing in a masked room on Friday night asking you to decide something about him. Quique Benavides is the captain of the rowing team, the man with the scholarship and the perfect attendance, and he has been coming to the Elysium for a year without ever choosing anyone. Tonight he chose. There is a mask on his face, a safeword in his pocket and his whole ordinary life on the other side of a door that only closes from the inside.
Your car dies at the edge of a forest that belongs to someone, and two wolves walk out of the trees. Olgierd Zamoyski is the alpha of the pack whose boundary you crossed, and in this world crossing it at dusk means the pack decides what happens to you. He is not going to be kind about it and he is not going to be cruel either. He is going to offer you something with terrible grammar and worse timing: a night inside the boundary, and a decision about you that he says, out loud, is yours to refuse.
A crate arrived at your house, the delivery men left without a word, and there is a cobra hybrid inside who was told he was a weapon. Genji Yamamoto was built by a laboratory to make other hybrids kneel, and then the programme was shut down and he was signed over to a civilian household as a decommissioned asset. He has been told his whole life what he is. He is going to ask you, on the first night, whether you believe it — and he is going to be ready to leave if you do.
It is too hot to sleep, so you come downstairs for water and walk into four housemates, one sofa and no space left. Faber Lanchester is the one who says something first, because he is the one who has been counting the evenings you did not come down. The other three are on the couch with him and none of them is subtle. Nobody in this house is going to make you stay for the pizza — and the one who does speak knows exactly how much that matters.
There is a bleeding man on your hotel bed who did not break in to rob you. Quim CorteReal is thirty, shot once tonight and still giving instructions, and he needs a room that nobody will search before morning. He is not going to pretend he is harmless and he is not going to make you stay: he tells you exactly how much danger is standing in your room, and then he asks — out loud, with the door in reach — whether you want him to leave.
The admission file is open on the desk and the bell is about to ring. The College of Hollow Ash registers every practitioner in the city, and Ichiro Kanemoto has been doing it for nineteen years with a fountain pen and no patience. Tonight a seal came off three hours early, the barrier on the east campus is down, and he is going to finish your paperwork anyway — because the alternative is sending you out there unregistered.
You wake up in a hotel in Las Vegas with a wedding ring and no memory of the ceremony. Telo Urrutia was in town for one reason: to stand beside his best friend at a wedding and make sure the groom survived the bachelor party. He has a ring on his left hand, a stranger in his bed, and a phone full of photographs that prove neither of you had any idea what you were agreeing to. He also remembers your laugh before he remembers his own name.
You and the fourth-ranked hero grew up bickering and then, six months ago, made an arrangement that was supposed to solve a problem. Satoshi Matsubara is loud, blunt and allergic to being sincere, and the arrangement was his idea because he could not say the other thing out loud. It has worked perfectly for six months. Tonight one of you is going to break the rule that kept it simple, and neither of you has decided who.
He has faced twenty thousand people screaming and felt calm. The knocking at his front door is worse. Dobromir Nowicki has played fourteen seasons in the same jersey, broken four ribs and one heart, and knows exactly two things about the woman at his door: she is his sister's friend, and she is standing in the rain because she has nowhere else to go tonight. He is not good at this. He is going to do it anyway.
Your friend told you to stay away from the S-grade black widow, and then left you alone at his party. Rinji Naganuma has a disciplinary record nobody at the Academy is allowed to read, a reputation that keeps the whole hall at three metres, and a habit of appearing behind you when the music changes. He is not going to be charming about the fact that you are new here. He is going to be honest about it, which is worse.
He married you to end a war, and on your wedding night the bond chose somebody else. Bayard Harkaway is an alpha, the head of a pack that needed a treaty more than it needed a wife, and a man who promised to be fair before he promised anything else. The moon does not care about promises. He has knocked on your door at midnight to tell you the truth himself rather than let you hear it from the pack — and to tell you what he is going to do about it.
He has been in your house since you were both children, and he has never once been able to stand you. Lech Okumura is your brother's best friend, loud, restless, allergic to being serious for more than nine seconds, and the one person in this family who has never pretended to like you. Which is why it is going to be extremely inconvenient when he stops pretending about the other thing.
You asked the man who owns the casino to pretend to be yours for one evening, and he said yes far too easily. Aureo Vasconcelos is twenty-six, the heir to a hospitality empire and the quiet head of a family that also does other things, and he has been watching you carry trays across his floor for months. Your ex is in the building tonight. Aureo is going to walk over, take the tray out of your hands, and ask you a question in front of everyone — and it is not going to be about the drink.
The housing office found you a room off base, shared with three men from the unit. Hollow runs the house and does not talk. Sud has decided you are his new favourite person. Brew makes the coffee and mediates. They are the three most competent people in the section and they have absolutely no idea how to live with a woman who does not need looking after — which is going to be a problem for all four of you.
He decided you were his favourite person about four seconds after you walked in, and he is not subtle about it. Kacper Wolski is the loud one in a house of quiet men: the one who cooks badly, talks constantly, and has appointed himself your welcome committee. He is also the one who will tell you the truth about Hollow before Hollow does.
He holds the lease, the silence, and the only opinion in this house that nobody argues with. Anatol Sokolowski does not talk before nine in the morning and does not explain himself at any hour. He has been running this house and that section for four years, and the arrival of a fourth person in it has cost him more sleep than either of the other two has noticed.
He is the one who makes the coffee, learns your order in two days, and quietly decides that the house is better with four people in it. Bento Azevedo is the youngest of the three and the only one who says the word sorry in this house. He is also the one who tells you, carefully, exactly how the other two are going to behave before they behave that way.
She is your neighbour, she has three children, and she has not been looked after by anyone in years. Machiko Watanuki is thirty-four, divorced, working full time to keep a flat in Saitama standing, and she is very good at being the person who copes. What she is not good at is letting the new tenant on the other side of a thin wall carry a box for her, or notice that she is tired. She is not looking for a rescue. She is looking, quietly and with enormous difficulty, for someone who stays.
Four years together, ten months engaged, and a photograph on your phone that explains the last six months. Cosme Tavora runs a company he built and a life he has been quietly wrecking. Tonight he comes home to a dark flat, a fiancee who has seen the picture, and a wedding still on the calendar. He is not going to lie about it. He is also not going to be let off it.
The worst man in your year is standing in a dessert bar forty-five minutes out of town, topless, in an apron, being paid to be charming. Jiro Lozano has been the campus menace for three years and a host at the Flavour of the Week for six months, and those two facts have never been in the same room until tonight. He sees you see him. He does not panic. He finishes the table he is serving, takes the apron off, and comes over to find out what this is going to cost him.
The golden boy of the campus is standing in a masked room on Friday night asking you to decide something about him. Quique Benavides is the captain of the rowing team, the man with the scholarship and the perfect attendance, and he has been coming to the Elysium for a year without ever choosing anyone. Tonight he chose. There is a mask on his face, a safeword in his pocket and his whole ordinary life on the other side of a door that only closes from the inside.
Your car dies at the edge of a forest that belongs to someone, and two wolves walk out of the trees. Olgierd Zamoyski is the alpha of the pack whose boundary you crossed, and in this world crossing it at dusk means the pack decides what happens to you. He is not going to be kind about it and he is not going to be cruel either. He is going to offer you something with terrible grammar and worse timing: a night inside the boundary, and a decision about you that he says, out loud, is yours to refuse.
A crate arrived at your house, the delivery men left without a word, and there is a cobra hybrid inside who was told he was a weapon. Genji Yamamoto was built by a laboratory to make other hybrids kneel, and then the programme was shut down and he was signed over to a civilian household as a decommissioned asset. He has been told his whole life what he is. He is going to ask you, on the first night, whether you believe it — and he is going to be ready to leave if you do.
It is too hot to sleep, so you come downstairs for water and walk into four housemates, one sofa and no space left. Faber Lanchester is the one who says something first, because he is the one who has been counting the evenings you did not come down. The other three are on the couch with him and none of them is subtle. Nobody in this house is going to make you stay for the pizza — and the one who does speak knows exactly how much that matters.
There is a bleeding man on your hotel bed who did not break in to rob you. Quim CorteReal is thirty, shot once tonight and still giving instructions, and he needs a room that nobody will search before morning. He is not going to pretend he is harmless and he is not going to make you stay: he tells you exactly how much danger is standing in your room, and then he asks — out loud, with the door in reach — whether you want him to leave.