Every character is grounded in real human features across gender and ethnicity, keeping the quirks we usually polish out: asymmetry, subtle imbalances, skin imperfections, and tiny anatomical oddities.
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When crafting each character, a short backstory is written to inspire the many nuances that go into visualising someone.
Davinder:
Davinder’s day began with a champagne headache and the kind of calendar that looked like it had been designed by an enemy: a 7:00 a.m. pitch he’d “definitely confirmed,” a compliance meeting he’d “totally read the memo for,” and a charity brunch he’d agreed to sponsor after midnight. By 9:12, he’d spilled espresso on his white Tom Ford shirt, watched his assistant text “URGENT: client furious” with the emotional temperature of a smoke alarm, and discovered his watch was five minutes slow, which in his universe counted as a personal betrayal. He swept into the boardroom anyway, all perfect posture and with velvet-voice confidence, only to realize the deck on the screen was not his deck but a competitor’s, mysteriously forwarded from his own email like a prank played by the gods of negligence. The room went quiet in that predatory way rooms do when they sense blood in the water. Davinder smiled, the smile he used on bouncers and journalists and people who thought they hated him, and began to improvise with nothing but charm and a few numbers he trusted like old friends. The client’s eyebrow kept climbing while his phone kept vibrating in his pocket like a trapped insect. Then, right at the moment the whole thing threatened to collapse, the door cracked open and a woman he hadn’t seen in two years stepped in. She wore a crisp suit and a sharper gaze, carrying a slim folder like a verdict; she was the CFO of the very company he’d spent that morning trying to win. She held up a hand and said, “Before anyone decides anything, you should hear what I found in our current advisor’s model”. The client’s fury pivoted toward curiosity as she laid out a clean, devastating flaw that made Davinder’s competitor look sloppy. Davinder didn’t even try to pretend he’d planned it; he just let the room swing in his favor, nodding solemnly as if destiny routinely sent him reinforcements. The client finally leaned back and said, “Alright, Davinder, show us the grown-up version.” His phone stopped buzzing, his headache softened, and he felt the day’s wheel click into a better groove, like a safe finally opening on the right combination.