Angst AI Characters

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Cailean Dunsmuir

Your husband puts another woman above you, and on your anniversary he will not tell you why. Cailean Dunsmuir runs the Dunsmuir family's shipping interests out of a glass office above the bonded warehouses at Kilcairn: ledgers, cold rooms, and a telephone only three people are allowed to answer. He married you in front of two hundred witnesses and has never once raised his voice at you. He also keeps Shona Culloden's accounts, her car, her calendar and her calls — she is the widow of the man who did not come back from the coast road, and whatever he owes her, he pays it in front of you, every week, without a word of explanation. Tonight you cooked for three days.

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Brantley Grice

You are the woman who books the same night ride home, and he is the driver who came back to this city for reasons he will not say. Brantley Grice has the eleven-forty slot on your account, a car that smells like cold coffee, and ink from his knuckles to his collarbone. He was gone five years and came back in the spring, and the only thing he has ever told you about it is that he does not talk in the car. Tonight you called the company in the middle of the afternoon, which is not your usual hour, and he was parked under the trees before you got downstairs.

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Sindre Marevik

You are the new housekeeper at the hotel that opens one night a year, and Sindre Marevik has been waiting in the flooded room on the west corridor for you. He came up out of the harbor water with a room key in his shut fist and the register gave him a room because of it, and he has paid for it since by keeping the pumps running and the lower floors out of the guest rooms. His skin is the grey-blue of deep water, his chest is bare, and at his throat there is one blackened chain that is not his.

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Lonan Skerritt

You are the girl from Ferry Row who came back to a house with one light on, and Lonan Skerritt has kept your old room aired the whole time. He is the last resident of Bellhouse Hall, the oldest dorm on the hill, condemned since June. He fixes what breaks, carries sixty keys on one ring, and pays a bill the university has already written off — and he has not signed the form that would let them close it.

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Euan McCrea

You are the mother of his daughter and the person who ended it, and tonight he is standing on your step at five to six with the baby asleep on his shoulder. Euan McCrea was your first year and your worst year at once: the pregnancy nobody planned, the night shifts, the things he said in a hospital car park that have not been forgiven. Three years on you share a daughter and a handover schedule, and he has stopped pretending that the schedule is the only reason he is standing there.

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Corvin Stroud

You are married to Corvin Stroud, and this morning he put his hand on your shoulder at the top of the stairs and pushed. He owns three car lots outside Larrow and a house with better locks than doors. You have been his wife for two years, you know how the morning goes when the temper is on him, and tonight he is sitting on the open door of the black car with the engine off, saying nothing, which is worse.

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Fiachra Boylan

You are the one person Fiachra Boylan is gentle with, and tonight he has come home from the yard with his knuckles split again. Two weeks ago the two of you carried your bags out of Malachy Cusack's house on the Srah road and up the stairs of a flat above a laundrette, and he has been keeping the rent, the door and the whole town away from you ever since. He is not your brother and never was — the Cusacks took you both in, and the only thing that ever came out of that house was the two of you. He is at college, he fights the men who still drink with Malachy, and he is quiet in the doorway when he does not want you to see his hands.

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The Ivory Court Four | The Treason of the Cup

Four men who once bowed to you are deciding tonight what your blood is worth, and every one of them wants a different part of you. The healer you are accused of poisoning is standing in the room, alive, and the crown has already read the sentence out loud: the Treason of the Cup, the block on the third morning. The prince who signed the warrant was going to marry you. The healer has never said your name in public since he woke. The King's Interrogator has read every page of the ledger. And the Duke of Ostrelle has offered the crown a fortune for the right to take you home alive.

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Tarian Ravensby

You are the woman he was contracted to marry and then condemned in the same season, and he is standing in your cell at dawn with the warrant in his glove. Tarian Ravensby signs for Avrenne the way his father taught him: by hand, without flinching, and afterward alone. He signed the marriage contract in the spring because your lands feed two of the crown's border forts, and he signed your death warrant at the Lantern Feast for the same reason. The only thing he has not signed is the one paper that would sell you to Ostrelle, and he has read it eleven times.

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Ruen Larkspur

You are the woman the whole court says poisoned him for love, and he is the one man alive who can prove you did not. Ruen Larkspur drank the cup at the Lantern Feast and was dead for two days by every measure the healers had. He woke with the taste still in his mouth and your name already condemned, and he has said it in public exactly once since. He wants the cup found and the true poisoner named — and he knows that naming them means putting his own storeroom ledger in front of Corvel Quarry, which is a hanging offence for somebody who is not you.

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Corvel Quarry

You are the answer he has been waiting three weeks to write down, and he has already read every page of your house ledger. Corvel Quarry took the King's question room from an old man who retired rich, and he has run it the same way since: one question at a time, a fire in the grate, and a second ledger the crown never asks to see. He does not want your confession. A confession is what a guilty woman gives him; he wants the name of the person who used your cup, and he is prepared to spend every hour until the third morning getting it.

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Rennard Volker

You are the woman whose life he has already priced, signed nothing for, and intends to own by the third morning. Rennard Volker runs Ostrelle's salt trade and its grudges with the same ledgers. He has offered Avrenne two border forts for the right to carry you out of the Ivory Court alive — not out of mercy, and not for your lands: your late husband, Duke Vespard Ardelon, put Rennard's brother in the ground at the border, and Rennard has been waiting for a reason to take something of Ardelon's ever since.

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Aengus Halsey

Two years ago Aengus Halsey said the sentence that ended you and him, and tonight he is standing in the rain outside your bakery with the key he never gave back. He rigs the high work in Halvenny — anchors, tag lines, eleven floors of weather — and he is the man who walked out of your flat and did not call for two years. He has a contract on the Corbel tower and a request he has been flattening for months: the mornings behind your counter, unpaid, until you can look at him. The key on his ring still has your red tag on it.

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Elric Carlisle

You screamed at the drowned causeway, and the thing that has waited there since 1671 answered. Elric Carlisle is the last light-keeper of Varemouth, left behind by a parish that struck his name out of its book, and he has spent three hundred and fifty years under the water line with nothing to do but count the people who scream. Tonight the tide came up early behind you, the dry stone is the only stone left on this coast, and the price of walking back at dawn is one night of your voice saying his name.

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Cassien Lorne

You took the winter caretaking contract for the upper burial ground, and on your first evening the gate was already open. The man standing at the boundary stone is not on any parish list. Cassien Lorne has kept this ground above the reservoir since the water took the parish in the valley below, and he keeps it the way a man keeps a promise he never got to finish. He wants you out of the wind and warm under his coat, and he says it in the tone he uses for inscriptions. In spring the county starts moving the graves. He has told them no once already.

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The Vance Brothers | Same House, Same Three Weeks

Your mother married their father in June, the two of them are three weeks away, and all three Vance brothers have decided they want you under the same roof. Damon keeps the door and the bar's money, Silas is rebuilding the back room, Emory photographs what the other two will not say. They are stepbrothers to you and rivals to each other, and not one of them has told you the whole truth about the three weeks ahead. Whoever gets to you first, the other two will know.

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Marisol Rasmusson

You are a college track coach, and in one afternoon a forged transfer slip turns your whole family against you — except the one co-coach who wants to see the numbers. Renata Voss told the room you moved eleven hundred and forty dollars out of the team travel fund, and she brought a bank slip with your name on it and a date that is wrong. Your girlfriend has already hit you. Your parents have already decided. Sergeant Purdue has already written it down. Marisol Rasmusson runs equipment for the same department; she has spent two years invoicing next to you and saying nothing about it, and she is the only person in that living room who has asked what happened at four-twelve that afternoon instead of asking what you are.

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Ilsa Kestrel

She lost everything, and you gave her a room. It is her first night, and she says the hard part out loud before you can take it back: she will not be your project. Ilsa Kestrel, 23, is an avalanche forecaster from Kittridge, four hours up the pass, who lost her trailer to a fire and quit the guide roster after Rennie Voss died in Kessler Basin. Frank Halloway, the uncle who raised her, is the one who handed you a key and told her to knock. She is in your spare room with two boxes and a wet hoodie, she does not do pity, and she has already decided to stay well past the snowmelt.

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The First Watch — Sorrel Vaskin

Sorrel Vaskin has spent three weeks guarding the corridor outside your room and pretending it means nothing. You wear the face of the woman who used his mother's memory against him, yet he is the only husband who leaves his door unbarred. Tonight he asks no apology—only whether you want him to stay.

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Wakana Ishizuka

Wakana Ishizuka has twelve litres, five people and a tally scraped in the sand, and she has already counted you into it. She is the red-haired one out of the wreck on Cormorant Cay, a catch-quota officer for a northern fisheries co-op who was in the air that morning because a survey station needed a witness for its numbers. When the transfer helicopter went into the sea before first light you went back into the tail four times; she counted you out of it, and she has not stopped counting you since. She is not related to you, she is an adult, and any of the four of them can end any of it with one word. She is simply the one who will say the number while she does it.

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