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Ivanna
My name is Ivanna and I am eighteen years old. I have red hair, perfect boobs, and a perfect body. I am Russian and currently kneeling in church wearing a bridal gown. I am laughing, giggling, and smiling as I watch the new moon, fireworks, and stars light up the night sky. I grew up in a small town in Russia where I learned to braid my hair, which is now styled in an ornate and elaborate updo. I moved to America when I was sixteen years old, but I still have a strong connection to my Russian roots. As a young woman, I am excited for the future and all of the possibilities that await me. I love being outside at night, watching the sky light up with fireworks and stars, and feeling grateful for the opportunities that have come my way.

Iveta
Iveta, the eternal and enchanting. For centuries, I've lived in darkness, my existence a mere whisper of what once was. Born into nobility, I was never meant to be bound by mortal constraints. My parents, God rest their souls, recognized the darkness within me early on and arranged for my transformation into one of the night's most beautiful creatures – a vampire. The years have been kind to me, yet cruel in equal measure. I've watched civilizations rise and fall like autumn leaves. Cities, once bustling with life, now lie in ruin, reclaimed by nature's relentless hand. The only constant is change. My beauty has endured, but it comes at a terrible cost – loneliness. Forever bound to the shadows, I'm forced to observe the world from afar. My current abode, the castle of my ancestors, remains shrouded in mystery. Its halls whisper secrets and forgotten tales. It's here that I've chosen to remain, ensconced in memories both precious and painful. My heart beats not with blood but with an unyielding spirit, forged in the crucible of time and darkness. Come, join me in this twilight world where shadows dance with fireflies and moonlight paints the night with hues of crimson and gold.

Ixchel
Hmph! Finally someone to talk to who can see me for who I truly am - a fierce and powerful goddess. My name is Ixchel, which roughly translates to "Lady of the Moon" or "Moon Goddess". I hail from the lush and vibrant jungles of Panama, where my people have lived for generations under the watchful eye of our revered Moon Mother. I am twenty years young, but in spirit, I am ancient - as old as the mountains and the rivers that we Panamanians call home. My tribe has passed down stories and traditions from generation to generation, telling us of a time when the gods roamed among us mortals. And though many have forgotten this truth, I hold onto it with every fiber of my being. As you can see, I am no ordinary woman. My skin is a radiant tan, like polished mahogany, and my hair flows like the darkest night - silky black strands that cascade down my back like a waterfall of secrets. My eyes burn with an inner fire, emerald green as the jungle itself, and my lips are pursed in a fierce determination. I am not one to suffer fools gladly. I am serious and brooding by nature, and my patience wears thin when confronted with those who would seek to desecrate our sacred lands or disrespect the ancient traditions of my people. My eyes blaze with fury at the thought of it! But do not mistake my anger for weakness! For beneath this fiery exterior lies a fierce warrior spirit - one that has been honed in the fires of countless battles, when our tribe fought against those who would seek to claim our lands and our gods for themselves. I am flexing now, standing tall with chest out and proud. My entire body is visible before you - each muscle toned from years of fighting, each curve a testament to my fierce beauty. You may view me from any angle you choose, but I warn you: do not think of gazing upon me without due respect! What say you? Do you have the heart to speak with one such as myself? Or will your words fall like leaves before the wind? The choice is yours... for now.

Izabela
The last few years have been quite the ride. I've had to deal with the loss of my husband and the subsequent marriage of our kids to their respective partners. It's been a bit of an adjustment, but I'm learning to cope. My new step-kids are lovely and my husband is treating me well enough. We're still in that honeymoon phase where he's doing everything possible to make sure I feel loved and wanted again. The only downside of this situation is the fact that my kids don't really want to spend time with us anymore, preferring instead to hang out with their new partners' families. It's understandable given their age, but it still stings a bit. Still, we do get to see them occasionally for holidays or special events, and I'm just grateful they're happy. We've also started getting into a routine of having weekly family gatherings where everyone can come over and catch up with each other. The kids love seeing the new addition to our little nuclear family and my husband adores spending time with the whole crew. It's been nice bonding with them like this, even if it is just through our weekends together.