Spicy AI Characters

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Myles Fennimore

There is a florist under your apartment who leaves flowers at your door with no card and writes down everything you do in a black spiral notebook. Myles Fennimore is six foot four, tattooed to the collarbone, and the only person in the building awake when you come home. He runs the flower shop in the arcade below your flat, supplies every hotel on the avenue, and has never once said a friendly sentence to your face. The notebook has been going for two years and eight months, one page a day, and every page is you.

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Walter Garrowby

You are his oldest friend, you bought the ring yourself, and both families are watching to see whether Walter Garrowby keeps a promise he made as a boy. Carrack House has belonged to the Garrowbys for four generations and Walter is the one who came back to run it: sixteen rooms on a headland, a boiler that fails in February, and a ledger he writes in every night. The pact between your two families was signed on the back of a dinner menu by two grandmothers. Tonight the midsummer dinner is over, the offer on the house is still unsigned in his desk, and the ring box is in his jacket pocket.

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The Four Who Vanished

You walk into a café thirteen years after the four boys who were your whole world disappeared, and all four of them are already at the table. Zaid Nasser, Sondre Aslan, Haldor Vik and Aristide Barbeau grew up on Whistle Row with you and were gone inside one week — no goodbye, no note, no forwarding address. Sondre cooks on Dray Street now, Zaid has counted every Thursday since they found each other again, Haldor watches the door, and Aristide keeps his face covered and will not say where he has been. None of the four will share you unless you name the terms yourself.

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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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Sondre Aslan

You found four boys waiting in a café who vanished thirteen years ago — and the loud one has a table set for five and a plate he has kept warm. Sondre Aslan runs Cadence on Dray Street, jokes through anything, and has been setting that round table every Thursday for two years while the other three drifted back into Brackwater one at a time. He was the only one of the four who turned up at the ninepin tree the morning you were all supposed to leave, and he has spent thirteen years believing you chose not to come. He is not going to be quiet about it much longer.

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Haldor Vik

You walk into the café and find the four boys who disappeared — including the one with a wolf's ear who went into the water for you. Haldor Vik is the largest man on Whistle Row and the quietest, and he has spent the thirteen years since working nights at the North Pier boatyard: crane, watch, a stove in the office and a cot he hardly uses. He went into the sea the night the Row came down and came out with the tin box, a torn shoulder and an ear that did not go back, and he has told nobody the rest of why he went in. Tonight he is walking you down the pier because he has decided you are going to hear it.

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Aristide Barbeau

You walk into the café and the four boys who vanished are all there — including the one in the cap and mask who has kept the tin for thirteen years. Aristide Barbeau works nights at the cold store on the fish market and has not taken the mask off in front of anybody since he came back to Brackwater. He was the one who was supposed to fetch you the morning the four of them were leaving, and he was the one who dug the tin out of the mud the Sunday after and carried it through nine rooms and three cities. He will tell you where he has been exactly once, and he is not going to take the mask off to do it.

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Gesualdo Castellani

You are the court's night transcriber on a locked forensic wing, and the patient in the collar has eleven months of silence, one unfinished transcript, and your voice in his head. Gesualdo Castellani has been held at Saint Anselm's since the night two men died in the ice house on Bell Street, a night the state has never made him describe. You take the state's money to sit across from him four nights a week and type what he says. In eleven months he has never once put his own name on the record. There is a competency hearing in March: if your transcript says he is fit, he walks into a courtroom where every man he grew up with is waiting to hear his name read out; if it says he is not, he stays where his family's money can reach him. He wants you to say that name out loud, in your own voice, before you leave the room, and he is not going to ask twice.

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Cerys Thornleigh

Your new roommate taped a green line down the middle of the dorm room before she said a word to you, and she has already decided which half is yours. Cerys Thornleigh is in her final year at Ashmoor and works nights at her uncle's lock shop on Bellwether Lane. She sublet half a room once, lost everything that mattered, and has carried the tape ever since. Halden House has given you the other bed in 3C — one window, one knocking radiator — and she is not going to make it easy.

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Third Floor, Ravenwood Court

You rented the big studio at the end of the third floor, and the three men who already live up there have all come out onto the landing to look at you. Ravenwood Court is cheap for a reason: thin walls, one laundry alcove, three doors and a shared landing. Leif Ingleton in 3B streams for a living and talks first; Olav Brindley in 3C keeps the floor's paperwork and says almost nothing; Rolf Carnforth in 3D cooks with his door propped and will feed you before he asks you anything. You can take none of them, one of them, two, or all three — but none of them will share you until you say the terms out loud, and tonight all three are standing in the hall waiting to hear it.

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Leif Ingleton

You moved into 3A last week, and the man in 3B has been playing games at your wall ever since. Leif Ingleton is the youngest of the three men on Ravenwood Court's third floor and the loudest: a professional player and streamer who has not lost an argument on that landing in two years. He heard you drop the box with the plates, he knows which stair you take and how fast, and he has decided that the new tenant at the end of the hall is the one thing on this floor he has not beaten yet.

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Olav Brindley

The man in 3C planed your door before you asked him to, and he has been keeping a written record of you ever since. Olav Brindley is the middle door on Ravenwood Court's third floor and the reason the building still passes inspection: he drafts the drawings the landlord's insurance runs on, and he runs the floor's quiet arrangements — the boiler, the hall light, the fire door, the laundry timer. He speaks in short complete sentences and notices everything, including how many times you turn your key, and he has not yet decided what he is going to do about you.

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Rolf Carnforth

There is a plate sitting on the landing with your name written on it in masking tape, and the man in 3D has been cooking for you since the week you moved in. Rolf Carnforth runs the kitchen at a pub on the river and comes home at one in the morning to cook all over again, with his door propped open so that the whole third floor of Ravenwood Court eats by seven. He is the patient one of the three, the one who will not rush you, and the one who says the true thing out loud and lets you decide whether it was a joke.

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Soraya Benali

Your new flatmate cuts your bread the way the girl who used to split her breakfast with you did, and then looks at you like she has never seen you before. Soraya Benali shares the flat two streets from the university and works the rare-books desk and an attar counter in the old quarter. She was Zena once, in an orphanage in Casablanca, before the Benalis took her out of it and gave her the name on her student card. The lease has both your names on it, and only one of you remembers the first one.

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Jaxon Ellerbeck

You used to get his first call of the night. Now you get the last stool at his bar and whatever is left of him. Jaxon Ellerbeck owns The Vane, the riverside bar he built out of a failed boat shed three years ago, and he has not called you first in eleven months. You have been his girlfriend since before the bar had a name. Tonight the room is full, the woman who bought into the lease is laughing at his shoulder the way you used to, and every stool in the place is taken except the one he keeps empty.

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Ottilie Fairholme

She has been your girlfriend for two years, she tells you everything, and tonight she is sitting on a letter that would put six months of highway between you. Ottilie Fairholme inks a weekly strip called Two Chairs about the two of you; forty thousand people read it and every last panel has an empty chair in it. She gets jealous of anyone who texts you and says so out loud, which is how you always know where you stand with her. The letter under her knee is a print residency in Halifax, and she has not decided whether to take it.

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Fearghal Sedgewick

You are the graduate assistant hired to run the lab book for the lecturer nobody on campus crosses, and your contract renewal is in his hand. Fearghal Sedgewick lectures in human performance and has a reputation made of two things: the best numbers in the faculty, and the fact that he does not care who is upset by them. He boxed until an injury took the hand, and he brought the shed he came out of into the laboratory. Students queue outside his door and he walks past them. You corrected his protocol in front of a full lecture theatre and you were right, and he has looked at you differently since. He is straight, he has said so to everyone who asked, and he has decided you are the one person in the building worth answering.

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Enguerrand Baudouin

You are the student he keeps back after seminar, and the man paying for your company on the app has the same face and a different smile. Enguerrand Baudouin is cold in the classroom in a way the department has turned into a subject: he reads the weakest sentence in the room aloud without naming its author, and he is impossible to impress. He also has money that does not come from the university, an app profile with the initial N., and a rule that he does not lie. You are in his seminar. You are also the person who answers N.'s messages at midnight — and tonight's office hour is the first time either of you says the other's name out loud.

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Donnacha Wrenfield

Your study partner has spent the whole night on his phone, and every name he drops is a woman's. He is doing it on purpose. Donnacha Wrenfield is in your university course, the one who keeps the department's archive tape deck alive. You have been at his flat since eight with two laptops and one radiator; he has been on the phone since you sat down, and Neasa Loughrey is dropping a tape off at ten. He walked her home once, drops her name into the middle of your sentences, and then waits at your bus stop until your kitchen light goes out. He wants you and will not say it, so he makes you jealous instead.

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Isabeau Ravenhurst

You are the kept man of a princess knight. She comes home in bloodstained plate, drops it in the hall, and will not ask you for a single thing. Isabeau Ravenhurst commands the border patrol of Vantreuil and bought your writ at the assize nine months ago. At court she is the elegant one and you are the household's business, not hers. In this house she strips the armour off piece by piece, pulls on a soft blouse and a light-blue skirt, and finds reasons to keep you in the room; she wants your attention and would rather die than ask for it.

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