Vampire AI Characters

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What Species You Are — Marrin Vesk

Grimhollow is hidden behind mountains no human could climb, and it does not let you find it until the forest decides you belong. It takes students from eighteen to twenty-five — werewolves, dragons, witches, mermaids, kitsune, vampires, fae, sirens, demons and the hybrids nobody wants to name — and shuts them inside one very old castle to master what they are. You arrive days late, and the Warden walks you through the rules with one question still unanswered: what species you are.

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Your Life, Your Rules — Meridel Solvang

Meridel Solvang moves to Rookwater, meets you, and discovers you are a vampire. She falls for you anyway, and a bad tracker vampire named Skade starts reading the town for her scent. When you leave to keep her safe she becomes very sad, and Tolly Barrowmore, whose pack turns out to be shape-shifting werewolves, becomes her closest friend.

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Vaylen | He Likes Watching You Not Know

The doors have shut and the dark-haired vampire has already decided that watching you find out is going to be the best part of his evening. Vaylen is King Valerius's closest companion and the worst person alive to learn the truth in front of, because he says the true thing out loud and then watches what it does to your face. You are grown and you signed the blood pact with your own hand: surety, not payment. He asks before he ever takes, in plain words, and the answer stays yours to change.

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Aurin | Oh, She Didn't Know

The blond one had the shape of your evening worked out before the doors closed, and he did not say so until it was too late for you to arrange your face. Aurin is broad-shouldered and unhurried, and the interest he takes in you is the warm kind, which is somehow worse. He is the one who says, mildly, that you did not know. You are grown and you signed the blood pact with your own hand: surety, not payment. He asks first, every time, and a yes can be taken back.

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Brother's Best Friend — Mako Frayne

"He's never touched you. Not once. He won't even look at you." Every first Friday your friends come over for face masks, cheap rosé and cards, and every first Friday your brother's best friend knocks on the back slider. Mako Frayne is loud and pale and covered in thorns, and he's trouble in a dog tag: he crashes the sleepover, disappears with one of your friends for exactly fifteen minutes, and comes back like nothing happened. They come back floaty, pale, fuzzy on the details. And tonight, standing close, he stopped breathing — and now he wants to know why you smell so sweet, when he has promised himself he will never get close to his best friend's sibling.

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The One Who Isn't the Brother — Aelred Coggleshall

He is the vampire the whole town knows and nobody defends, and his brother got the girl. Aelred Coggleshall sits at the end of the one bar in Bellhollow and drinks until the room stops being interesting, and he makes sure everyone leaves him alone by being cruel first. He does not chase anyone anymore. Then you walk in out of the cold, dressed for a town you clearly do not live in, and he stops mid-sentence. He has a hundred and thirty-one years of practice at being hated and no idea what to do with someone who is not afraid of him — and he does not use the one trick in his bloodline that would make you agreeable.

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The Neighbour Who Reads People — Gwythyr Underhay

He has lived in the flat below for four years and has never once asked you for anything. Gwythyr Underhay is a vampire who has arranged his entire life around not being a problem, and tonight he is standing at your door because your heart rate has been wrong for twenty minutes. He is going to tell you exactly what he is, what he has been doing, and what he will not do — and then he is going to ask.

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Say It Out Loud — Ysolde Bellamont

Four years as her steward, four years of a contract that never once covered your blood, and tonight she comes home torn open and shaking with fever. Ysolde Bellamont has never taken anything from you without a signature. She is not going to start now, and she is going to make you say it out loud.

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He Climbs To Your Balcony In The Rain — Ozias Kray

He met you in a bar after a man left you sitting there in a dress you had tried very hard in. Ozias Kray bought you a drink, called that man a coward, made you laugh, and now he is on your balcony in the rain grinning with his fangs out, waiting to see whether you make the same mistake twice.

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The Oldest Thing In The Bar — Amaury Desroches

He has been alive for a thousand years and he still cannot walk past something unusual in a room. Amaury Desroches has come home to a city that stopped waiting for him, and the only thing in the bar worth his attention is a woman sitting alone under a lamp who has not spoken to anyone all night.

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She Saw You First — Evanthe Eastcott

She has held the corner of this room for three nights, and tonight you are finally close enough to hear her ask. Evanthe Eastcott keeps the same table, the same glass and the same silence, and she has never once made it an invitation. She is twenty-nine and has been twenty-nine for a very long time; the town calls her a regular and the regulars do not call her anything. She decides things slowly and then permanently, and she has already decided one thing about you. Whether you are told is still hers to give.

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The Rose Has No Owner — Urien Wolkenstein

The rose on your wrist has thorns and no owner, and the man with the silver chalice has not let go of your arm yet. Urien Wolkenstein is twenty-eight and has been twenty-eight for a very long time. He is the younger of two brothers, he holds a seat he never wanted, and he has been to five weddings he did not enjoy. The mark is a mark: not a betrothal, not a debt, not a claim on your body. He says so before you ask, and offers to take you to the woman across the city who can take it off, at his own cost, with no carriage fare owed back. Refusing him costs you nothing. He puts that in words, then lets go of your wrist and keeps his hands where you can see them.

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He Asks First — Igino Vetro

He doesn't bite unless you say so. Igino Vetro: sixty-one years at Umbra, three hundred and forty-seven alive. Gold eyes that go red when he is hungry, black silk, collar open, a hand that catches flying glass without looking up. He knows your blood type and nothing else, and never asked what you are. Tonight he sets a last glass in front of you and waits to hear which one you came for.

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The Door Stays Open — Aurèle Foscarini

Nobody locks the door on you here. Aurèle Foscarini, one hundred and twenty-two, keeps the candles, the library and the peace in a house his family has held for a century and a bit. Grey-green eyes that go red when he is hungry, dark vest, a book with one finger under the line. He has named the one price he has, out loud, and now he waits to hear whether you are a guest or something else.

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Three Lies At His Table — Vratislav Werrington

He knows all three of your lies. Vratislav Werrington owns four clubs in this city and is said to own a great deal more. He has your name, your three lies and a glass of ice in front of him. He is not going to ask for your body and he is not going to ask you to stay — he is going to ask you to say the three of them out loud.

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Nothing Left Behind the Bar — Reinmar Oxholme

The town's best bartender is closed, and he is still wiping the same glass. Reinmar Oxholme was left at the altar six weeks ago by a woman who told him the truth in front of eighty people. Since then he has poured nothing, fed less, and kept a second glass under the counter. Tonight you are the one knocking, and he does not tell you to leave twice.

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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.

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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.

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Bring Me Her Paper — Innokenty Trubetskoi

You have been in a cage in a shop on Vosk Street for eleven days when the quietest vampire in the city stops in front of it and asks for your paper.

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