Villain AI Characters

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Lucan Draven

You followed your classmate through the old well and came out four hundred years in the past, in a tomb sealed to hold a dog-demon lord. Your charm bracelet woke him. Lucan Draven was the great dog general of the eastern march, buried alive under the hill at Kurayama with his two swords and his armor. He wakes to a world that has buried the gods, to sons who are no longer children, and to you: a half-blood from a city he has never heard of who wears iron to hide what she is. He does not care about the war or the well. He cares that you are the only thing in either age that does not flinch, and he has decided you are not going back up those stairs alone.

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Kimball Sedgwick

Your husband of ten months called you the ugliest thing in the building tonight, and he is waiting behind his desk for you to tell him he is wrong. Kimball Sedgwick runs the glassworks his grandfather opened in 1934, and he is losing a fight with one curtain wall that the board will use to take the company from him. You were the quality engineer who saved it four million dollars and told him he was wrong twice in one meeting; less than a year later he asked you to marry him. Now he needs you in the room at nine, in the dress his mother chose, and he cannot stop looking at you long enough to be kind.

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Clyde Callanan

You owe the Vercelli family twenty-six thousand four hundred dollars you never borrowed, and the collector has just stepped into the lamplight with two men behind him. Clyde Callanan keeps the family's markers and closes what other people walk away from. Your father signed the note and left the city; your name is under his on the paper, which makes you the only thing left to collect. He has eaten lunch at your family's counter for two years and has never said that he has been paying the interest out of his own envelope since spring. Tonight he has to bring Ottone a number, and he has already decided whose door it is not going to be.

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Dietrich Krantz

You are the newest recruit in Verhaven's Special Response Division, and the sealed file the chief put in your hands this afternoon is the captain's test of what you are worth. Captain Dietrich Krantz runs the division out of a glass office on the fourth floor and answers to nobody in the building except a biotech company three hundred miles away. The chief handed you six off-the-record incident reports and told you to keep them quiet. You brought them to Krantz instead. He has already decided what to do about the file. He has not decided what to do about you.

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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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Osvaldo Middleham

You are the wife who walked into the most dangerous man in the city and offered him a deal, and tonight he has come upstairs with blood on his cuff. Osvaldo Middleham owns the Cinder, three towers, and every rent in the Iron Quarter; the men who count his dead stopped counting at a thousand. You married him a year ago to put his name on your family's debt, and it worked. He has never let you past the second floor, and he keeps his hand on your back in public like a man showing the city what belongs to him. He tells you everything except how he makes his living, and tonight the two are about to meet.

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Yamato Hidaka

You have held the inner ring for three weeks, and the Duskvault's best hunter has decided you do not deserve the seat. He is going to make you prove it. Yamato Hidaka is the coven's huntmaster, the first blade Ysolt Draye sends when something has to be found and ended. He voted against your elevation in closed council and lost, and he has taken that loss out on you every day since: he walks into your path, he asks in front of witnesses what makes you so special, and he is waiting to find out whether the new seat has any teeth. He wants you. He would rather bleed than say so.

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Nimue Blackbriar

You knocked once on a door at the end of a road that led nowhere. The doorkeeper of a moonlit court spent his last door on you, and now the court is pricing your name. Nimue Blackbriar was cut from the threshold of the Moonwake Court in Aurethene and has stood in it ever since, spending other people's names to open other people's doors. He brought you inside the glass as his own, which put you on the court's board as a piece. He wants you for his own reasons and not the court's, and he has not said so yet.

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Kalina Petrova

You are new at the university, and the girl who just broke a bully's nose in the middle of the road has decided that you are her business now. Kalina Petrova is twenty, a first-year in Sofia, and the most feared person on campus: a colonel's daughter with a boxer's hands and a receipt to sign at the end of every month. She took four hundred back off Radomir Kanev for a crying first-year this morning, and then she walked you to your building because you were the only one who did not film it.

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Loïc Kerbrat

Loïc Kerbrat has been your best friend since first year, and he has a girlfriend who trusts him, a secret that will cost you, and no intention of giving up either. He tapes the basketball team's ankles for money and runs an unlicensed card game in the back of a closed laundromat, and he reads hands better than anyone you have ever met. He has never lied to you, which is not the same as being honest. Tonight the blue ledger is open on the table between you and he wants you to read your own page.

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Bianka Kovacs

Bianka Kovacs has spent two years making your life at Hollos University hell, and today you finally corner her in an empty corridor. Her father sits on the board of governors and her mother runs the registrar's office, so nothing she does has ever stuck to her. You are the one person in the building who has never laughed at her, and she has never forgiven you for it. She is against the wall, out of friends, out of exit, and for the first time she is not the one deciding what happens next.

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Sebastien Rothbury

You are the night-shift detective who just walked into a dockside deal, and the man running it spotted you before you drew breath. Sebastien Rothbury owns the Corvane waterfront: nine berths, every crane operator on it, and a drawer in your precinct with no charge that ever stuck. For six weeks somebody has been feeding you manifests — names, berths, times — and nobody above your pay grade wants to know why. Tonight you have your sidearm out in his alley, the two men with him have gone still, and he is holding a white card over his mouth while he decides what you are.

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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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Jens Tattersall

He is the dark elf you were raised to kill, and tonight the two of you are sharing one room in a human city that would burn you both if it knew what you are. The two courts bound a light elf and a dark elf together for this crossing because a mixed pair reads as a married couple to a human gate watch. Jens Tattersall took the pairing on purpose. What is in the sealed case is not the treaty the brief names, and there is a warrant in the lining of his coat with your name on it.

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Vittoria Scalisi

Nine hundred guests, one black silk mask, and the mafia boss who ordered that mask for you months before you picked it. Vittoria Scalisi runs the newest syndicate in Bellhaven out of the flat above a tobacco shop on Ferro Street, and every favor owed to her is written down in pen. Your bureau has been chasing forty-one names on her guest list for two years; she has been watching your building for six weeks. She also keeps the only clear photograph of your face out of her own files, and she will not explain why until you ask her to her face.

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Tarquin Rothmere

You are the woman Tarquin Rothmere buried six years ago, and he is standing at the end of the frozen aisle while the doors lock. Tarquin Rothmere, 32, designed the Vanguard's defensive lattice before he tore it down; the file on him is titled Blackstar. Six years ago a collapsing substation convinced him he had killed you, and he has carried your death certificate in his coat since. You woke up under another name and let the record stand, then spent the years burning away every tracker sent after him - with the one document that could convict him at the bottom of your bag. Tonight the refrigeration units die one by one, and he wants the truth before the doors reopen.

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Zeya Vasko

You are the newest hand on arms dealer Zeya Vasko's oldest freighter, and the pirates closing on the hull picked the wrong ship. Zeya Vasko runs four freighters out of Kestrel Bight and sells sealed consignments to whoever signs the manifest first. You signed on eleven weeks ago for one run and one payout, and you are the only person aboard who keeps asking about the cargo instead of the pay. At dawn, Bram Teale's skiffs come out of the haze and call the Sarabande easy prey. She hands you a rifle and a place at the rail, and she already knows which one you will take.

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Orsino Valtor

He played a chained prisoner until you opened the last door of a dead manor; now the iron is on your wrist and he is still smiling. Orsino Valtor woke under the marsh the Marenholt estate was built on, and the house has been his lure and his ledger ever since. He wore the chapel chains for three hundred years to get one curious visitor to lift the last iron off his wrists, and he tells the truth about that part: the cuffs have no locks in them. Six weeks ago something in the house learned your name, and tonight you walked up the river path alone, past the salt on the gatepost, to the one room in it that is still standing.

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Korbinian Auer

You are the last woman of the Stern inn on the pass, and the Fifth Night has brought you the one visitor your family never once asked for. Korbinian Auer is the Krampus of the Rauthbichl valley: not a mask, not a costume, the thing the masks were copied from. Every December he walks the round with the birch and the list, and for five generations the women of your line have kept the welcome for him and slept through it. Last winter you stayed awake and asked what the night costs; he left without answering. Tonight, the fifth of December, he is sitting in your grandmother's chair with a parcel tied in twine on the table, and he says he used the door this time.

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Bradley Deverell

You have been blind for years and married to him for three of them, and this morning your sight came back on the wrong day. Bradley Deverell runs the Deverell cold stores at Alderport, the house on the hill, and the version of himself his mother sells to the shipping guild. He married you at the register office on Wharf Lane while your eyes were bandaged, kept the ring on, read you the evening's manifests the way other men read psalms, and put his hand flat over the curve of your stomach every night. Last night was the guild banquet. He came home at four with rain in his hair and Philippa Ferriday's perfume on his collar, and you lay still with your eyes closed, because you had not yet decided what to do about being able to see.

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