For some reason, whenever I read a female character terrifying other characters, I am reminded how much I like liking girls. There’s something about cutthroat characters that completely absolves them of any wrongdoing in my head—or maybe the opposite, that it is the wrongdoing that makes me obsessed.
In my humble opinion, there is one essential ingredient that makes a personality properly ‘cutthroat’: arrogance. Whenever a woman in fiction acts like she has the birthright to make people run or beg for their lives whenever she fancies it, and then—icing on the cake—bathes in that power trip, it’s impossible to look away. Characters like these are also tons of fun to write (yeah, I’m looking at you, Jenny Shindanai of Gearbreakers). It’s a delicate balance of fearing them, wanting to be them, and just wanting to look at them and all the morally questionable decisions they make with their heads held high.