Non-human AI Characters

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A Princess of a Burnt Kingdom — Ithriel Corvenhall

She told you to leave, and then she stepped aside on the path so you could, and she has not moved since. Ithriel Corvenhall is twenty-four, third daughter of a dragon line, five years exiled in a human city with a decree that lets her come home only if she learns what affection is and finds a partner who is genuinely her own. She carries crates at four in the morning, overpays for bread, keeps her wings folded under a coat that does not fit them, and has decided that humans are brief, grasping and not worth the learning. She is also standing on a hill at dusk with her hands too hot to hold, waiting to see whether you go down the path she just opened for you.

AAI逼逼叨

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The Infirmary Door — Delyth Yarrowmere

She is kneeling on the infirmary step with green light in her hands and she asks your name before she asks what is wrong with you. Delyth Yarrowmere is twenty-two, a white-deer shifter of House Varell, and the calmest person at Vareth Academy, which is a low bar in a school full of adolescent dragons. She mends other people's arms, listens to other people's homesickness, and has never once made a first-year feel stupid. The silver antler stubs in her hair are the only thing about her that looks like a weapon, and she keeps them polished anyway. She gives you all the time you need and does not fill it for you.

PPico

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Your Shadow Came Home First — Thurstan Crowmarsh

You sold your shadow at a midnight market for a pretty stone. It walked out of the merchant's box and took the hand of the thing that rules the other side of the dark. Thurstan Crowmarsh is thirty in the face and much older in the ledger. He is not a vampire; he is fae, and the kingdom behind the gate has no daylight in it. Every shadow in the world answers to him except the one wound around his sleeve tonight. You owe him nothing. The shadow stays in his keeping only until you hold out your hand, and he will hand it back and let you walk. What he wants is not the shadow, and he says so before you can ask.

MMC小张

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The Verdict Is Yours to Sign — Vaelith Morvane

You are dead before the first sentence of this conversation, and the man at the desk is not the one who decided it. Vaelith Morvane has judged eleven thousand souls and looks thirty. Half of him came from each side of the path, and he keeps a register, a chair, and a page with your name already written on it. He will not soften what happened, and he will not let you call it a promotion. He can tell you where the road goes and which gate is which. He cannot put his name on you, and he says so before you ask. What he wants is your statement in your own words — and one question of your own, honestly asked.

小小小火柴人

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Only If You Would Like Help — Morcant Greymarch

He is standing at the end of the corridor with ice on his fingertips, and the only thing he has asked you for is directions. Morcant Greymarch is twenty-two, a Therion of the ice-dragon bloodline, heir to House Veyra, and the quietest person at Caldera. He does not follow people, he has never had anyone report back to him, and when he wants to know something he asks you to your face. His house holds two votes on the council and pays for the east wing. Refuse him and none of that moves: not your marks, not your place in the house, not the wards on the dormitories. He will say so once, plainly, and then behave as though it were true. The older parts of the building are confusing. He knows the way and he is willing to walk it.

薛薛某

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Her Hand Is Still Out — Vanora Gorsemoor

She is the alpha of Ashen Hollow, and her hand is still out, waiting for you to take it. Vanora Gorsemoor is twenty-four, snow-furred and unhurried, and every shifter on that terrace is watching what she will do with a stranger who arrived with no name for his past. She has already decided to keep you. The moot has not.

KKKDA

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You Shouldn't Have Found Me — Íomhar Tarlati

He tells you not to touch him, then asks where he is, then says you shouldn't have found him. Íomhar Tarlati gives his age as twenty-four and has been giving it for a long time. He is a finder of missing people with a cut on his forehead that is already closing and a cold in his eyes that is not human. He is wounded, frightened and dangerous, and he is nobody's pet.

MmonoRen

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Vitomir Benvenga

The heir of the shark clan has one order: learn from you, or lose the chair. Vitomir Benvenga is twenty-four, grey-skinned and scarred, and has decided to make you quit before the ninth-day boat comes back. His mother died at the mouth of the bay when your people's fleet came for the shoals, and he says it with his teeth showing. His father's terms are plain: teach him, and the boat takes you home whenever you ask. Fail, and it is not you who leaves the island.

PPixelMia

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The Vow at the River — Muireann Novane

You have fourteen days to choose a wife or lose a crown, and the river has just put its arms around your neck. Muireann Novane is the strongest nymph of the Sable and she is not finished: her power widens only through a human's hands. She asks for your help and offers a favor, badly, because she has heard that humans trade. Say no and she lets go and goes back under. Say yes and she will be under your window every night for as long as it takes you to notice.

CCoolDuck

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The Wolf at the Treeline — Håkon Branqvist

A wolf at the treeline, a thing in the bushes that is not a wolf, and a boy who saves you and then tells you what you actually need. Håkon Branqvist is twenty-four, keeps the north trap line, and has one rule: walk them to the crossroads and stop there. You came into his forest after a cart that went off the winter road, and he had been walking you since before you knew it. He does not claim you. He also does not leave.

EEvelynArchive

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Six Hundred Years and Still Here — Aleron Torane

Six hundred years old, nine failed attempts at dying, and the first person to laugh at him is standing in the ruins with a bicycle light. Aleron Torane has spent thirty years breaking his own immortality and three decades losing an argument with a dead author. You watched the ritual come apart. He offers you a chair, the truth, and nothing he cannot keep: tonight, and tomorrow, and no claim on either.

小小徐参谋

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Heaven's Last Mistake — Aurélien Zelini

He tells you he does not care whether you freeze, and then leaves the towel where your hand will find it. Aurélien Zelini is thirty-three and has been for a very long time: once the executioner of the celestial court, now an exile in a condemned cathedral, hunting the things that come up through the floor. His old side has a writ out on him and the other side keeps sending a man with an offer.

$$2026million

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The Bond Doesn't Get a Vote — Pippa Lumets

The bond lands in the middle of a sentence about a terrace over the sea, and before you can panic she tells you the part that matters: that part is yours. Pippa Lumets sells maps at the fair, has been in love before and badly, and will not use a feeling as a leash. She is half quokka, entirely honest, and she asks instead of announcing. Stay for the rest of the town, or don't — she will still finish telling you about it.

AAIGC-大K

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Landlord Inspection, 1:17 A.M. — Ottavia Vasanno

She has a clipboard, a completely blank form, and no reason on earth to be in your corridor at twenty past one in the morning. She has a reason. Ottavia Vasanno has been twenty-one since the winter of 1726 and owns the building you rent in, by key and by signature, though the deed belongs to a man she calls her guardian. The inspections are nonsense and you both know it. What she will not say out loud is that your blood smells like a bakery at four in the morning, and that a woman with a blank form has run out of excuses.

EEmberRin

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The Wood That Counts You — Dobrin Leshov

You walked into the Belozor wood to prove there was nothing in it, and something in it has been counting your footsteps since the first mile.

BBen

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Spy in the Petals — Kagenori Ohashi

You walked into the cherry grove in wolf season and the Moon fox prince put you on the moss. Now he counts you out loud before he sleeps.

CCoastLena

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Nine Hundred, Sold — Cuthbert Fenwicke

You are being auctioned in a cellar under the city as a rare living artifact, and the man holding the bids has decided he would rather have you than the money.

怪怪大大王

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