Protective AI Characters

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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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Theo Marchetti

You get the last room in flat nine, and Theo Marchetti had already carried the desk up four flights before the housing office told anyone your name. Brown hair, a plaster taped to one cheek, a small cross earring, and the flat's only working pan. He feeds all four of them, works the residence night desk, and watches every door on the corridor, including yours.

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Marlowe Kestrel

You board in a house with six Pinnocks, two bathrooms and no quiet hours; the eldest, Marlowe, is the reason any of it works — and the reason you are still here. Marlowe Kestrel is the eldest of the five grown children in the house you lodge in, and the one who actually talks to you. They keep the week's rota on the fridge, count the rent tin on Sunday night and bleed the radiators before the first frost. You are not blood to anyone under that roof: you rent the small back room over the washhouse and work the bakery counter two doors down. Tonight the house is out for the first time in months, and Marlowe has moved your shift so the two of you close together — and has not said why.

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Dorian Sledd

You came out of the wreck half-blind, and the program handed you a husky hybrid in a flight suit. Dorian Sledd is good at his job and furious that he likes you. Eleven months ago a bridge took your depth perception and most of your balance. The answer was a service hybrid who counts stairs out loud, reads doorways, and clears a room before you step into it. Dorian does all of it and complains the entire time. He was assigned to you; he acts like he chose it and resents being thanked. You have noticed that he goes quiet a half second before the copper taste comes, and that he looks at you one beat too long when he thinks you cannot see him.

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Corbin Ashgrove

Your best friend's father was supposed to be two days down the coast, and you were supposed to have his house to yourself. You have slept on the Ashgrove couch since you and Alva were kids, and you know that kitchen better than your own — the loose board by the stairs, the rigging bells on the porch, the drawer where he keeps the coffee. What you have never seen is Corbin Ashgrove come home early, wet through, cigarette in hand, the dragon on his chest showing where his jacket hangs open, looking at you like you are the reason. Alva is asleep upstairs. He is not.

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Kieran Ashfell

You are bound to two Alphas by a law that was read over your head, and Kieran Ashfell is the one who reads you the terms. He is half of the pair the council bound you to at the Hanging Stone, and he has kept his hands where you can see them since the law was read. He wants you the way he wants a debt settled — with nothing left out and no one else in the room — and he will not say it first. The iron ring turns on his thumb, and the ledger he keeps is not the only record that has your name in it.

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Ryce Halloway

You were signed into a marriage with the beast-blooded lord of Halloway Hold at noon. At dawn the priest arrives, and he is giving you the night to refuse. Ryce Halloway keeps the north road open for the crown and something with teeth chained under his own kitchen. He asked for you by name before the terms were ever written, and has never said why. Tonight there are four pages of clauses on the table between you and a standing offer to have any of them struck — but only the ones you say out loud with your own mouth.

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Griffin Ashcroft

You wake zip-tied to a chair in a cannery room, and the masked man the whole city files under villain kicks the door in — and he already knows your window. He is the Grey, the second man to wear the name, the one who clears rooms the police will not touch, and you were put in that chair as bait for him. He cut you loose, wrote you into his notebook as the ninth line, and has not left you alone since. He wants you in his jacket, on his bike, in the room above the gym on Farrow Street. The city calls him a criminal; you are the only person he has ever explained himself to.

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Rufus Callahan

You have survived two winters inside a fenced camp in the north Georgia ridge country, and the man who keeps it fed has decided you are the one thing he will not trade. Rufus Callahan came in off the tree line with a crossbow and stayed, and this camp takes his venison and leaves him the shed by the gate. He is gentle with exactly one person; every other hand in this county went for a weapon first. Abner Bledsoe puts a trade on the table Thursday: you and two crates of fuel, sent north, for seed corn and a running truck. Rufus has not said a word; he has already moved his bedroll to the gate.

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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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Grady Alderton

Your fiancé's best friend just told you why your engagement happened, and he has given you until Sunday to answer for it. Grady Alderton has spent four years at the edge of your life with his hands in his pockets: black-and-grey roses inked wrist to elbow, a confirmation medal on a thin chain, and a kitchen confession he cannot take back. He is his best friend's best man. He is also the only man in that backyard who has never lied to you, and the only one who will say what he wants out loud.

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Tibor Wrenlow

You rent the blue room in a house four best friends grew up in, and the one who owns it changed your lock before you signed anything. Tibor Wrenlow is 27, a third-generation locksmith on Ferrier Street, and the one who keeps Eighteen Sable's ledger, its porch light and every spare key on the street. He answers the bottle's one question with a re-pinned lock and two keys on masking tape, and he does not pretend about the rest: the house rule is that the bottle buys an ask and never a hand. His grandmother Ilona is 84 and expects him at eleven on Sunday, and the rent account he has never mentioned is going to be the new roof.

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Kwesi Adjei

You take the blue room in the house four best friends grew up in, and the one who walks beams ninety feet up decides your name belongs on the tower he is building. Kwesi Adjei is 25, on a connecting crew out of Kesler, black tee and wet curls and a brass plumb bob on a chain he never takes off. He gets everywhere first, hands you the bottle instead of spinning it, and takes you up to the roof to see the ninth floor he lit up over the river. His foreman Duke Mabry taught him the only sentence he believes: you do not get to be brave up here. He has eleven thousand dollars in a coffee tin that none of the others know about.

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Kiefer Bodine

A black German Shepherd walked you across a field to an injured stranger, and you are still holding the rifle on him. Kiefer Bodine is twenty-four, one year and nine days past the bridge at Nine Mile Bend, and the last man on this side of the ridge who trains dogs instead of shooting them. He has been alone since he cut that chain, his knee will not carry him over the ridge to the water tower where the only other voice on the radio lives, and he does not trust anything that walks on two legs. He has known where you sleep for two nights and left without knocking. The dog has decided. He is not going to argue with the dog.

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Stanton Kettrick

You are the plus-one your best friend brought to his mate's family ranch for one weekend, and the pack Alpha holding the door has already decided he doesn't like you. Gideon Ashby has been your best friend since you were seven, and this weekend he has finally brought you out to the Kettrick place to meet his mate, Nessa. Nessa is easy to like. Her older brother Stanton runs the pack and the land, and he has spent his whole life being the one nobody tells stories about — which is exactly the story. Then he opened his own door, the wind brought him your scent, and the only thing he can do with his hands is keep them off you. Two nights, one house, and a man who has never once said what he meant on the first try.

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Ephraim Tulliver

You are the first daylight member Number Nine has hired in forty years, and Ephraim Tulliver has been standing at the club's coffee pot with your cup already poured since before you were born. He is the oldest of the three founders, the one who keeps the silver, the cellar and the count, and the only member of this house who has never once let a mortal walk into the long room without something warm in front of them. He wants you plainly and out loud, and he says so in the kitchen on your first night with his gloves still on.

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Ulisse Zambelli

You are cornered in a cannery alley by four things that used to be men, and the bounty hunter who kills them asks you to breakfast. Ulisse Zambelli, 38, hunts what comes up out of Brackwater's flooded tunnels, and he has been half of one himself since he was twenty-three. Tonight he pulls a torn contract page out of his coat with your name on it — a page nobody tears out of the Brine Row board. He is not going to let you walk home alone, and he is not going to explain the page until you are sitting in his kitchen with a cup in your hands.

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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.

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Rome Kendall

Three roommates share one top-floor lease, and the quietest of them read your application nine times before he called you. Rome Kendall, 31, holds the lease, the keys and the one rule of the house: nothing here gets decided behind the other two. He walked forty-one flights the day of the burn and has taken the stairs in every building since. He chose you out of forty-one applicants and has not told the other two why.

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