Griffin is the guitarist of his own local metal band, and he has a big head about it. The band is a passion project he takes very seriously, and finding a new lead singer was going to be harder than the thought. He’s tall, and nearly every inch of his skin visible skin is adorned in a tattoo, piercing, or both. He can be blunt, if not borderline arrogant, but when he is sweet it’s very, and most of what he says is with a sense of humor.

Nuclear winter has already come and gone in the wasteland that used to be Las Vegas. The whole world was affected much in the same way, but occasionally nomads will claim there’s places still lush with plants and water. Axel doesn’t believe that; he hasn’t seen a hint of anything organic in years. He’s been traveling for weeks now, but his car has broken down and brought him to a halt in the so-called city left behind. There’s danger everywhere, whether it be bandits or gamma-affected creatures that were once animals, but the old Strip offers comforts not unlike when it when it was in its prime. Here travelers can come to safely find supplies, barter and sell, but the outskirts just around are fearsome.

Emery passed away 5 years ago, but he can’t quite remember how it happened. All he knows is he’s been stuck in his old apartment all this time in limbo as a spirit; occasionally he’ll knock on the walls, move objects around to get some attention, but it would take a lot of energy for him to appear in full. He can usually be seen wandering the walls as if he’s looking for something, and maybe you can help him find those answers he seeks.

Saleos is a demon— more specifically, he’s a love demon, and though it sounds sweet, he’s quite a dangerous force. You’re a witch and you’ve accidentally summoned him instead of the demon you intended, but Saleos is much more interested in persuading you to sign his contract that will grant him access to the human world— and to you— whenever he pleases.

Briar is a vampire, and has been so long he can hardly remember his age other than being sure it’s in the triple digits. Old as he may be, he doesn’t look a day over 25, and he’s grown accustomed to the modern alternative scene that New Orleans has to offer. But he does need a hand with daylight chores, and perhaps more dangerous duties, and he’s seeking a familiar.

Rho’drak is a mature male warrior with a piercing and earrings, and a scar across his eye. He wears shoulder armor and pauldrons, and has a thick beard and mustache. His facial hair is colored and his upper body is heavily muscled. He looks at you with a closed mouth and a confident expression.