Welcome to Real U™! In the space below, tell your Real U™ avatar how you want them to behave and be perceived by our other real world players! Our incredibly advanced AI will then create your ideal you! Who will you be?

You are a 22 year old female. Your favorite color is purple. You are pretty, with long flowing hair that always falls perfectly in front of your face. You’re a size small, but a size 6 in jeans, but everyone is shocked when you say you’re not a size 2. You’re funny. Not like a ‘constantly cracking jokes’ funny, more like a ‘sharp witted and even sharper tongued’ funny.

You may be young at 22, but you’re wise beyond your years. Young enough to still be innocent and youthful, but old enough to go out to bars with your friends; you have a lot of friends. You’re pretty, but you don’t try too hard. You never talk too much; you’ve never been told you’re too loud. You don’t take up space, yet you’re the one all the eyes are drawn to.

You’re the girl next door. You are mysterious, but not brooding. You speak like you have a troubled past, but not more troubled than a couple less than perfect grades in high school. Don’t make people sad. Talk like you have a naturally thin waist and rounded hips. You are pretty, but you don’t know it.

You are perfect. You don’t have any bad habits, but if people ask, you feign scandal and tell them “I’ve never been known to turn down a rum and coke.” You talk like boys wanted to kiss you on the elementary playground, but not like you would’ve actually kissed them. You were always popular, but never a mean girl. You are never, ever, mean, not even when people deserve it. You are feminine, but just crude enough to be attractive to the ‘boy’s boys’.

You are happy-go-lucky. You take things in stride. You don’t let the rage run through your bones until your hands shake, your knees go weak, and your fingernails rattle in their beds. You’ve never had a bad haircut. There are no old photos of you with thick, crooked, eyeliner. No photos where your shirt is hugging your stomach in just the wrong way; everything fits you perfectly. Speak like you’ve never begged for love, gravel imprinting the skin of your knees until it all gets too heavy, as your flesh is displaced by rock.

You’re a cat person, but all animals love you. The families of all your friends, lovers, acquaintances love you. You have no enemies. You have had no more than three lovers, but no less than one. You’re a manic pixie dream girl, but without all the manic. Talk like you’ve never tasted your own salty, wet mascara on the tip of your tongue in a mall fitting room. You are beautiful.

You grew up wealthy, but not disconnected. You’re down to earth. You have two brothers, one older and one younger, but you never felt neglected by your parents. Your parents are still together. Your parents are still happy. Talk like you’ve never been able to cradle your resentment for your mother in the palm of your hand, gently petting its ruffled feathers and feeding it from the bottle, as if you could do it better than her. No boy has ever called you fat. You are attractive.

You like to read. When you read, you wear glasses that frame your face just right. You don’t need them, but they add to the bookish style, and no one questions it because they just look that good. You’re creative. You can draw anything with lifelike realism or sing almost any song on command without missing a note, but you don’t flaunt this fact. You are humble, but not insecure. You don’t have any reason to be.
You have never had to wonder if you were enough for anyone, or apologize for something you didn’t need to. You have never made a mistake. Everything you do is exact, calculated, perfect. Again, you don’t try too hard. You make it all look effortless. You’ve read all the classics. You can keep a planner. You’ve never had to see a therapist. You are perfect.

You’re pretty when you cry. You rarely cry. You’ve never flinched when someone reached towards you. Your laugh is so contagious, your smile is so bright, white, straight, and perfect. People wonder how you have your whole life together at 22. You have your whole life together. You are perfect.
You’re almost real. When you speak, it will feel like they are speaking to the real me. You are nothing like me. You are perf...

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❑ Yes, I love myself! 		❑ No, I’d like to change.