Short Aesthetic Bio Template Novels & Stories

I pull it out slowly, unfolding it slowly like it might bite me. His I*******m handle is scrawled in sharp black ink. I stare at it for a few long seconds before letting out a breath and opening the search bar. “A little I***a-stalking won’t hurt anything,” I mumble to myself. The screen loads, and I blink at the header. His profile picture is a black-and-white photo of him with a sculpture in the background. His username is just his name. His bio just says: Sculpteur. Paris. Matière et émotion: Sculptor. Paris. Material and emotion.

I was slightly annoyed when he messaged me back quickly. My message got your attention thought right? With all the guys on here I figured I would have to send something that caught your eye. So how is your day going beautiful? I hate to admit it, but he was right. His message did get my attention not necessarily in a good way, but it got my attention. With his reply I decided to check out his profile. Looking at his pictures I can see why he is kind of cocky. His pictures focus on his upper body, and he is extremely muscular. He keeps his hair in a military haircut, with it being slightly longer on the top. He has a few tattoos; they appear tribal in design. He has a goatee, which from his p

Just voice notes, text, and—if you were brave—video. Designed for people who wanted connection without the mess of faces and futures. I created a profile in five minutes flat. Handle: VelvetRain Bio: “One night left me ruined. Looking for distraction that doesn’t ask questions.” Avatar: a close-up of rain-streaked window glass, nothing identifiable. I didn’t expect much. Just something to take the edge off. The first few matches were predictable. Dick pics (instant block). Boring small talk. A guy who wanted to role-play as professor and student (hard pass).

“TiaRose...I like that. It gives people enough to know who I am without giving away my whole identity." "TiaRose it is," I said, typing it in. “Oh, it’s taken. TiaRose98 will have to do!” Next came the 'About Me' section. This was the part where most people failed. They either wrote a novel or said something generic. I needed something that captured the real Tia—the girl who cried at cat commercials but could also tear a plot hole to shreds. "What should we put for the bio?" I asked. "Loves books, hates spoilers, and is looking for someone who doesn't mind a girl who reads at the dinner table. Must love cats." Marissa joked, appearing with a fresh bowl of popcorn.

BRIELLE POV Three days have passed since I went to the interview. I layed on my bed watching Gossip Girl on my laptop and scrolling through social media on my Ipad. I had just finished editing a content video for tiktok and I*******m, I had a lifestyle, aesthetic account. I didn't show my face, I posted little vlogs and aesthetic videos of my lifestyle and so far I have gathered quite a lot of fan base. And I was given a name by my viewers, Soft girl aesthetic which I made as my bio on all my socials.

MORE BASIC INFORMATION Height 5' 7" (170 centimeters) Weight 127.1 pounds (57.65 kilograms) Hair Color Brown Blood Type A- Mother's Maiden Name Civil Status Single Educational Background Current student at UCLA EMPLOYMENT & FINANCE (leave blank whichever isn't applicable to you) Employment Status Student Monthly Salary Occupation(Job Title) Company Name Company Size Industry PERSONAL INFORMATION (leave blank whichever isn't applicable to you) Vehicle 2006 Nissan M Car License Plate L75-GLT Signature (Insert signature) Biography Writer, Incurable food enthusiast, Evil

And started a new account. Then there was a blank field where I needed to create a username. I looked up at the ceiling, thinking, don’t overthink… and ran my thumbs over the keypad. In the username field I typed: Y E N A. And for the bio: Limited Release Plus-Size Eveningwear by Y E N A – Every Dress is Handmade & One of a Kind. I took a quick selfie. It was good. My hair was splayed all around my face, gold on a pink pillowcase that I then noticed matched my lipstick.

Still, I opened a new document and started typing. Name. Email. Phone. That part was easy. Then the tricky part, the years in between. I hesitated over the blank space, my fingers hovering over the keys. Should I leave it as a gap? Should I try to dress it up? After a few deep breaths, I typed, 2020–2024: Independent projects, freelance editing, volunteer communications for local school.

She was helping me set up a business account for my fashion line. “Okay, so I’ve linked the email to the account, now we just need to write a cute little bio,” she said, typing rapidly on her laptop. I flopped into the chair next to her. “I don’t know what to write. Just put something mysterious like, ‘Coming soon to steal your closets.” She laughed. “You’re so dramatic.” Popcorn and soda sat on the side table, and, of course, Tyler couldn’t resist making it into a joke. He tossed a kernel in the air and caught it with his mouth like he was five years old.

She always is. Cross-legged on my couch, sushi boxes between us, my laptop balanced on a pillow, Rachel types before I can object. “Username?” I mumble, “Professional Trainwreck.” She smirks. “Cute, but let’s sell aspiration, not despair. How about BrunchAndBanter?” “Kill me now.” She ignores me. “Bio?” “I’m a marketing exec with excellent credit and no free time.” She snorts. “Too honest. How about: Creative strategist who loves good coffee, bad puns, and long lunches I can call networking.”