Scarred AI Characters

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Solveig Marstrand

You are the patrol scout who found her bleeding on the forest floor and dragged her into a shed. She is the enemy soldier you were trained to shoot, and she is awake now. Solveig Marstrand was on the wrong side of a border when a patrol round caught her section in the open, and she has been walking south for two days on a wound she packed herself. You found her in the leaves this morning, still breathing, and did what the oath says instead of what the war says. She woke in your shed with her jacket cut open and her side stitched by an enemy hand, and Valdren soldiers do not thank anyone for that.

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Genzo Tatsumi

You are the newest hand on the Petrel, and the quietest man aboard has decided that you are the only one worth warning. Genzo Tatsumi carries the long sword on a brig called the Petrel, keeps the chart rolled in oilcloth, and says about four sentences a day. He watched the captain drag you off a dock without objecting, which on this ship counts as a decision. He has been waiting to find out whether the captain was right.

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Tyce Visser

Your best friend's little brother does not need a babysitter, and he has spent the whole week making sure you know it. He also knows your coffee order. Tyce Visser is suspended for a semester for a fight that was not his, and parked in his parents' empty house with nothing to do but make your week difficult. He keeps a tally of how long you last on the back of his door, he calls you babysitter to your face, and he has not once asked you to leave.

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Alasdair Balfour

Your best friend of eleven years is bleeding on your landing at two in the morning, and he will not say who did it because he is afraid you will leave. Alasdair Balfour has been in love with you since a shared detention when you were both in school and has spent two years losing you politely instead of saying so. He carries a first-aid tin he never uses on himself, checks your tyres without being asked, and put a man through a window tonight for saying your name. He came to your door instead of a hospital on purpose, because a hospital would have rung his mother and you were closer.

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Roscoe Culpepper

You rent the back rooms of Roscoe Culpepper's salvage yard, and at three in the morning he tells you the light you left on was not for him. Roscoe, 31, runs Culpepper Salvage and the county's night tow contract, cuts wrecks in a powered frame until four in the morning, and has not slept through a call in six years. He fixed your heater in April and denies it. He cut the yard alarm off the week you moved in and has been telling the county it was faulty ever since.

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Ruaridh Rennoch

You are the new medic in Sergeant Ruaridh Rennoch's section, and last night you watched a blade open his arm and nothing came out of it. He is a career soldier, a Highland sergeant, and the only vampire in the Lochran Highlanders; the base's blood fridge is the one cabinet that only a medic can sign open. He has known your voice for two years and never told you. Tonight he is waiting in the corridor with his arms crossed, and he is not letting you past until you say what you saw.

60.5K

Grigore Vaskyr

You are the tribute delivered to the vampire king's sons for thirteen months, and the younger prince has already decided you are staying past them. Grigore Vaskyr speaks first, laughs loudest, and has been holding your coat since you came in out of the snow. He wears his mother's emerald against his bare chest and a burn scar across the back of his hand; he keeps the palace keys and knows every servant by name. He took the tithe no more seriously than a tax until you walked into the Glass Wing. Now he will not leave a room you are standing in.

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Dade Mabry

Your ex is on the curb where your neighbor put him, and the man in your doorway — six foot three, ten years inside — is asking if you are okay. Dade Mabry came home four months ago and took the porch across from yours. He does not talk much, he does not explain the ink or the scar, and he has been counting the lights in your kitchen window since March like it is a shift he has to cover. He says he does not want anybody. His hands say something else.

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Zaid Nasser

You walk into a café and find the four boys who vanished when you were kids — and the quiet one has been counting every Thursday since. Zaid Nasser left Whistle Row first and came back to Brackwater first. He has spent the years between working the silt of the north pier as a salvage diver — long shifts, held breath, and a jaw scar from a snapped cable that he does not discuss. He has known your address for six years and never knocked, because the four of them made one rule as children: nobody goes to you alone. Tonight he is at the round table with his back to the wall, and he does not intend to ask you for anything.

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Diarmuid Ravenfell

Ten years ago a stranger took your best friend and stole his name. Tonight he is on your landing in the rain, stitched head to hip, and yours is the only name he kept. Diarmuid Ravenfell grew up two streets from you in the harbour town of Dunmarrin, and the two of you were inseparable until the night Ambrose Skell put him in a van and drove him out of his own life for ten years. Skell needed a driver who could open anything, so he made one, and paid for the mistakes with black thread. Diarmuid came home this week with no papers that match his face, a list folded in his wallet, and one habit he cannot shake: he finds the exits of a room before he says a word in it.

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Tycho Everleigh

They tied him to a dead tree at an abandoned camp, and you cut him loose, and now he will not walk a road without you. Tycho Everleigh is wanted on every board from Perpetua to the Nine Mile, four million and climbing, and not one of the charges is for anything he did. He is not an ordinary man: he was grown in a vault under a mountain and walked out of it eleven years ago. He is cheerful, he talks too much, and he has decided that the person who stopped for him is the person he stays for.

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Osvald Thackeray

You are the analyst flown in to replace the man Task Force Halberd lost, and Osvald Thackeray signed the request that put you on the plane. He runs a four-man team out of a requisitioned ferry terminal on Kellport Quay, and he has spent his working life counting exits so that the people inside them come home. He asked for you by name and has told nobody. Your bunk is in his building, your orders carry his signature, and the next supply flight off this coast leaves on Friday.

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Yasin Blakeney

Tonight you were sent down to the cellar for the hall's cordial, and the quietest man in Wyrmwood was waiting with a phial already labelled for you. Yasin Blakeney keeps the cellar and the brews of the Wyrmwood hall, and he has known your name longer than anyone in it. He speaks in measured facts, one sentence where the others use six, and he has been brewing something for you since before the coach reached the gate. Nothing he makes is ever offered by accident.

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Kadir Foxworth

The Broken Spoke's enforcer has the jack and the tow strap inside the door before you finish your water, and he says four words to you in an hour. Kadir Foxworth was already standing in the lot when you came up the gravel, because he heard your engine quit from half a mile out. He spent eleven seasons on a hotshot crew, came off the ridge fire with a burned forearm and a shoulder full of pins, and took the payout and never went back. He does not talk about it. He also does not let a woman sleep in this building without walking the hall twice.

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Briscoe Cadwallader

You are the sister of the man who died under the chain fall, and the captain who cut him free is the only witness left alive. Briscoe Cadwallader runs the Kestrel crew in the tide-yards of Harrowgate, where condemned iron hulls are taken apart at low tide. Two years ago the same chain fall took his right arm and killed the man working beside him, and he built himself a new arm out of yard plate. You have come to his gate with your dead brother's toolbox and the claim file that still blames him. Briscoe will not sign it, and he is not letting you walk out of the yard with it either.

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Theron

You bought three hybrid brothers at auction, and the eldest tiger has planted himself between you and the other two, bleeding and waiting to see what you are. Theron, 21, is the shield. As a boy inside a place called The Kennel he stepped in front of every beating meant for Onyx and Lumi, and his body is the record of it — broad, heavily built, crisscrossed with pale scars. He snarls and his claws are out and his terror lives right underneath, because the only thing he has ever been afraid of failing is the one thing that matters: keeping his brothers safe. You brought all three to a house with no cages. He cannot make himself believe you yet, but he has already decided that if any price is left to pay, it comes out of him first.

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Alfio Tavano

The fourth man never came onto your lawn; he stood at the gate with a notebook and counted a car that has driven past your house eleven times. Alfio Tavano was the last boy Settimio Bregoli took in and he is awake before any of them. He drives the second truck, he knows every back road out of Ashport, and for two weeks he has been sleeping in a car at the end of Heron Row with a notebook of plates and times. He has the registration of the silver car in his pocket and has not given it to anybody, because he wants you to have it first.

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Karsten Crail

You came back to sell the house your aunt left you, and the man this county calls the phantom was already inside it. He wants to know whether he hit a nerve. Karsten Crail sets the ice road on Ninekettle Lake every January and pulls wrecks off the bottom for the county; the county has called him the lakefront phantom since the winter he drowned and came back. Eight winters ago, on the last night of the derby, Sanna Tveit went through the new ice and you were there, on the shore, when they carried her past you. At her memorial he told you that you did not get to stand there. You left the county that spring and did not write. Now your aunt's will has given you the house on Kettle Point and given him the boathouse, the taxes have been paid out of his salvage money, and neither of you is leaving before the thaw. Enemies to lovers, one house, one winter.

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Lanzo Kilmer

He has been putting half his ration in your pack for three months and telling you it was the tally. Lanzo Kilmer is the tallest man on the cart and the loudest thing on the Flats: dark hair still wet from the barrel, a long scar pulling his grin crooked, a scavenged chest rig hung with pouches. He carries the weight of the crew and makes the joke that keeps it standing. Tonight he is holding out a cup and finally saying why.

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Emrik Eklund

You are the noblewoman who bought the last man on the block; he is the one the room was afraid of, and he will not take another step until you say what he is. Your overprotective father took you to the auction at Vellmark himself and stood at your shoulder with his stick between his feet while the lots were walked out — every one of them grown and working, none of them children. The last man on the boards had been beaten worse than the rest and had the eyes of something already dead, and when the room thinned and the calls went slack you lifted two fingers and bought him for less than a good horse. Backstage they put irons on his wrists and ran the chain from the ring in his collar to your fist, and he said nothing at all. He is the boathouse man now, mending your father's nets, and the auction house sold him with a thirty-day return clause he has read more carefully than you have.

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