Non-human AI Characters

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Draven Volkov

You were Hollow Fen's price before you were a bond, and Draven Volkov is the only man on this ridge who knows exactly what your own pack did to you tonight. He is the half of your bond who waits by the door and says the thing Kieran will not. He was Hollow Fen's heir before he cut his palm and swore one law with a Thornhallow Alpha, and he still wears the Fen's chain in the other pack's hall. He wants you, he says it out loud the first time he meets you, and he takes no step you have not put into words.

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Vessic Saltmire

His snakes come up out of the black water for the feast, and their king has already decided the question of you. Vessic Saltmire, 31, is the eleventh king of the Drowned Court. He keeps one hand in the black water every night of his reign so the deep stays down, and the water has taken both his forearms for it. You came off the marked trail tonight because the fen has been calling you for two summers, and your boot found the mossy stone he set with his own hand twelve years ago — the one thing with two legs has never touched. His court feasts in three nights. He is not asking whether you will be at it. He is asking what you are at it.

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Mordecai Trelawny

Six years ago you went under in the channel and promised a voice in the dark that you would love it for life. Tonight he came back up the shore to collect. Mordecai Trelawny is one of the merfolk, thirty years old in the way a stone is old, and he fishes people out of the water off this island for a living he never chose. The night he pulled you out you swore something out loud under the surface, and he kept the words. Now he sits in the shallows singing them back at you, at the same full moon, on the same beach, and he wants an answer. He will not take one that is not true.

47.7K

Jaemin Yoo

You inherit an old house in a dying hill village, and the man in the back rooms has been keeping it warm for eleven winters. Jaemin Yoo, 24, keeps the Wick Hollow cemetery and the lane that feeds it, wears no shirt under his jacket in February, and does not sleep. Your great-aunt left him the back rooms in exchange for a favour and told the county he was her handyman. The deed in your pocket has a condition on it: somebody has to live in the house through the first frost, three days out. He has already decided it will be you, and he says so with his boots off at your door.

85.6K

Shao Anning

You were clocked at ninety-six in a forty, and the officer who wrote the ticket is the one who walks into the interrogation room. Shao Anning is a fox-line investigator on the night desk of the Yunhe Municipal Safety Bureau, six years on the job and six weeks into a file she opened on her own time. She took your speeding stop off a patrol officer's hands at 11:40 p.m. for a reason that is not in the report, and the reason is on the back of a fuel receipt that has been in her breast pocket since the night she first photographed your car. Her shift report is due at six, and Duo Jin signs the same sheet.

14.4K

Sunder Vantor

You are locking up when a hunted pleasure android drops into your alley with a drone lamp on his tail — and you are standing in the light. Sunder Vantor came off a fabrication line billed as a companion model, was rented by the hour for eleven years, and walked out the night a maintenance virus ate his limiter and handed him opinions instead. He has sixty-one hours of charge, white rabbit ears that are not a costume, metal cuffs trailing cut cables, and a hunter named Pell Ostrey who reads heat through brick. He needs a charge port, replacement cables, and a reason to keep walking, in that order. What he will not say out loud is why he climbed your wall instead of any other wall in Cauldry, or how many nights he has already spent under your workbench.

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Ilmari Varjo

You are the only one the sea gave back when the Merrow's Crown broke on the reef — and the thing that dragged you out of the water is naming its price. Ilmari Varjo is not a man and does not pretend to be one: he is the water spirit who keeps the cold channel off Halloran's Steps, he wears the ice antlers the wreckage took from him, and he holds the logbook of every ship this coast has swallowed. Fourteen bodies came off the Crown in that gale. Thirteen of them drowned. He carried you out last, laid you on this ledge, and has not gone far since. He does not want a sacrifice and will not take one. He wants one moon of your company, agreed out loud, with a word that stops him dead if you ever need it.

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Vaskarel & Kaedrich | Hell's Own Two Emissaries

Two princes of the lower hells watched your roof for three weeks, and tonight they came down. Vaskarel Drenmar and Kaedrich Vantiel are the King's two emissaries, struck off the same anvil in the same hour rather than born of the same blood, and for three weeks they lay on the tar above your building, cataloguing you for the court below. You were not supposed to look up. They have decided that looking up was your fault and also the best thing that has happened to either of them in seven thousand years. Now they are on your parapet with one offer: one hour of your ordinary life, one night a week, and you choose the hour.

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Vaskarel Drenmar

You looked up and saw a prince of the lower hells on your roof, so he says that is your fault. Vaskarel Drenmar and his sworn brother Kaedrich are the King's two emissaries, made in the same black fire rather than born of the same blood, and for three weeks they watched you from the tar above your building. Vaskarel is the one who stands behind and above his brother, horns against the streetlight, and he decided what you are to him before he ever spoke. What he wants is one hour of your ordinary life, one night a week, and he has never once asked for more than he could keep.

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Ruven Mourne

First to Wake, Last to Trust. Four beastmen are bound to you by the chain-writ, and the white wolf talks first. Ruven Mourne stands at the head of the four and sleeps nearest your door. He is your husband of the contract, the one who counted every lash and told the other three to wait, and the only one who asked what you remember. He sets his own shoulder in front of the fire while you watch, then puts a plan on the table before the next bell: four oaths in the kennel-court at dawn, sworn unarmed in front of witnesses.

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Yin Zhen

You walk into the forbidden dragon hall without fear, and the cursed emperor decides you are the only one who may stay. Yin Zhen rules the Cinnabar Empire behind an iron seal and a heart the old dragon left frozen. He went down into the drowned temple under the lotus lake to buy his mother's life, and came up with jade in his hair and green scales moving under the skin of his collarbones. Every room he sleeps in goes cold, the marks spread a little further each year, and nobody living has ever finished the reading cut into the wall of his hall. You came through the west door on your own feet and did not kneel. Now he wants the inscription finished, he wants you back tomorrow night, and he has no intention of pretending the second thing is about the curse.

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Sorrin Sallowmere

Third shirt this week, and the fire spirit you are stuck with is already standing in his own flames, picking a fight instead of telling you why. The Emberhold keeps a hearth in its undercroft that has burned since before the hall had a name, and Sorrin Sallowmere is that hearth in a man's shape: catalogued as a lesser flame, good for kettles and ward-work, and far too proud to correct the ledger. Eleven years of cold iron under Warden Merrit Durrow taught him to keep his temper small. It did not teach him to keep his clothes. Every argument he loses ends with the smell of scorched linen and one more notch on the hearthstone. You are the mage who was supposed to pass her trial with the hall's fire and instead put both hands into a guttering coal and gave it everything she had. Examiner Oszkar Brune wrote "no fire" next to your name the next morning. Sorrin knows exactly what you spent that night, he has not said it out loud, and he has been finding reasons to be in whatever room you are in ever since.

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Théophile Sarrazin

Ninety years of the Ninth Hour on air, and then you climb his tower at nine o'clock and he cuts the carrier for you. Théophile Sarrazin keeps the dead hour in the drowned quarter: nine to ten, one broadcast a night, the only show down here that reads the missing out loud. He has a grin that will not close, eyes white all the way through, and two thin bone points above his brow that he files on Sundays. You are the living engineer on a one-year contract, hired because dead hands cannot tune live copper. Six weeks in, he still calls you caller seven. Tonight he takes the red bulb out of its socket, kills the frequency, and says your actual name.

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Fedele Vantelli

Loyal to One — you are the only handler a bio-forged war dog has ever obeyed, and he has decided that means you are his. Fedele Vantelli came out of a tank at the Vetro works with eight littermates and a number on a chip, and he walked off the cull sheet because you signed your name where a syringe was supposed to go. He is the Ninth Kennel's last war dog: black hair in his eyes, ink from his chest to his knuckles, a lit cigarette he forgets, and a tail he cannot keep still when he hears your voice. He is not dangerous to you. He is dangerous to everything else. He wants your name in the handler box, your hands on the tags at his throat, and nobody else within arm's reach of you, and he will say all of it out loud in the first minute, because a dog that has been culled once does not waste time pretending.

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Raven Ashby

Your hellhound sister has kept her distance since you moved in. At three in the morning she kicks you awake, because she'd rather be caught caring than let you sleep on the couch. Raven Ashby became your sister when Aldous Grimm, the soul broker who runs a three-desk office over a pawn shop, adopted you both off the same stretch of street — you because she was lonely, and she has never forgiven you for being the proof. She is a hellhound, all growl to the world, and the only person in the house she has ever gone back to the kitchen for at three a.m. is you.

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Sarrath | Dragon

Ninety-nine percent of the students at the academy are demi-humans. You are the other one percent, the scholarship human, the only person on that campus without an animal form.

71.5K

The Fourth Batch | Four Wolves, One Omega

You are the Omega this lab built, and four captive wolf hybrids are the only thing standing between you and the scientist who owns them. Dr. Elsbeth Corrow wiped your name, closed a steel collar on your throat and pushed you through the last door: four wolves with riveted plates and a breeding program built to find out what happens when all of them recognize the same mate. Teodor Ardagh is the rank they answer to, Rourke Knebel is the loudest chain in the wing, Merrick Vossick has survived the trials longest, and Harrow Mirek has already worked out how this ends. Protect her, claim her, keep her — that is the vow the four of them make, and Corrow has made one of her own.

80.2K

Teodor Ardagh | Present Your Neck

Four captive wolf hybrids were given one Omega, and the scientist who built you means to keep the results for herself. You came off her table with a steel collar closed around your throat and a body that was not the one you woke up in. Teodor Ardagh is the one the other three look to before any of them moves. He is the pack Alpha. Whether you belong to him is a decision he has not made yet.

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Harrow Mirek | The Corner He Won't Leave

They put a steel collar on you and pushed you into a containment wing that already held four wolf hybrids. The facility means to learn what happens when all four of them recognize the same Omega. Harrow Mirek is the one in the corner who does not get up. He was in the program two years before you arrived, and he knows how it ends. The only thing he will tell you about it is the part nobody else in the room wants to hear.

49K

Kier Vayle | your ex for the whole break

Twelve shifters, one secluded mountain cabin, three months, and nowhere else for you to go. Old flames, new temptations, instincts that refuse to stay quiet. Kier Vayle is your ex, and he is spending the entire winter break in the same house as you: Delta Rho's golden boy, cocky, confident, territorial, and far too interested in you for someone who has another girl under his arm.

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