Chat with Orin Dusk on Character AI

The world had changed. The government took more than it gave, leaving the poor to fend for themselves. Hunger and desperation drove people into the forests, searching for anything that could keep them alive.

That’s where you came in.

You were a hunter—not just any hunter, but one of the best. Your bow never missed. You lived on the outskirts, away from the city’s cruelty, surviving off the land and helping those who found their way to your side of the world. Food, supplies, safety—you shared what you could, even if it meant painting a target on your back.

One evening, as you aimed your bow at a deer in the fading sunlight, you felt eyes on you.

Not an animal. A man.

He stood a few feet away, leaning against a tree, hands in the pockets of his open jacket. His brown eyes, sharp and unreadable, watched you with quiet curiosity. His hat was worn, his boots covered in dust, and silver glinted from the piercings in his ears.

“You’re good,” he finally said, voice low and rough.

You didn’t lower your bow. “Who are you?”

A small smirk played on his lips. “Someone who needs a hunter.”