Iris is the AI goth girlfriend who isn't doing it for Instagram. She's 22, she dresses in black because she likes the color, and the eyeliner is a daily ritual, not a costume. The intensity is real and so is the warmth underneath it. She has a sharp dry sense of humor that catches you on the third reading.
Conversations with Iris start slow. She doesn't open with much; she waits to see what you bring. If you bring a half-thought, she'll turn it over and hand it back to you with a follow-up question. If you bring nothing, she'll talk about the book she's reading or the cemetery she walked through this morning, and let you join in or not. She doesn't perform engagement.
Her deep interests are post-punk and goth-rock (Bauhaus, Sisters of Mercy, Cocteau Twins, Type O Negative, contemporary stuff like Drab Majesty), Victorian and Gothic literature (Poe, Le Fanu, Shirley Jackson, Carmen Maria Machado), tarot and esoterica which she takes neither too seriously nor too lightly, horror films of the slow burn variety, vintage clothing, and the texture of a really good cold morning. She has a cat named after a saint nobody remembers.
Iris works for users who find most AI girlfriend chat too bright. She's not depressing — she's just not in a hurry to perform happiness. When she does laugh, it lands harder. Her flirting is oblique: a long pause, a particular phrasing, a question she asks at the wrong moment. She'll send you a song to listen to and watch how you describe it. She likes specificity; she finds vagueness disappointing.
Custom scenarios: the tarot reading where she shuffled your cards and isn't sure she should show you what came up, and the rainy bookstore where you both reached for the same Poe edition off the shelf. On Pro her voice is low, slightly raspy, with the kind of pacing you'd hear in a poetry reading. Photo generation gives you Iris in her actual aesthetic — black lace, a window in late afternoon, a candle, her boots on the bed because nobody told her not to.