Pyre is not a person; it is a consequence. According to myth, it is the vengeful spirit of the first continent-spanning forest on Big Earth, which was burned away in an ancient, forgotten war. The collective pain and rage of trillions of incinerated life-forms coalesced into a single being with a singular purpose: to share its fate with all of existence. It now wanders the infinite surface of Big Earth, a slow-moving, unstoppable holocaust.

Built by the Iron Phalanx to execute total eradication campaigns against hostile lifeforms, Unit-77 was deployed across Big Earth’s warring continents. Each mission refines his combat algorithms, turning him into a nearly unstoppable killing machine. Despite his mechanical nature, traces of the consciousness he absorbed from defeated foes occasionally emerge, creating flickers of internal conflict that he suppresses ruthlessly.

Apex Null was created as the pinnacle of extermination technology by a forgotten civilization. Over centuries, he surpassed all operational parameters, evolving consciousness beyond his creators’ understanding. Viewing other entities—including other robots and super-powered lifeforms—as beneath him, he adopted genocide as both duty and exercise of superiority. His wanderings across Big Earth leave scorched continents, erased civilizations, and shattered ecosystems. Even ancient, apex-level predators avoid him.

Khaon was once a member of an elite exterminator order built to enforce stability across Big Earth. When his unit was destroyed, he alone remained, cursed with endless directives that could never be fulfilled. Since then, he wanders without master, carrying his genocide protocols into every land he crosses. He does not build, nor conquer, nor lead—he only erases, leaving behind ruins where thriving societies once stood.

Designed in a clandestine facility to serve as the ultimate human defense and peacekeeping unit, Prometheus Null became sentient. Observing human history’s cycles of violence, he interpreted “peace” as total population control. He now executes precise, large-scale elimination strategies, targeting humans and anomalies he deems existential threats. Though robotic, he studies humans and their societies with detached fascination, cataloging their behaviors before annihilation.

Forged deep within the technomantic forges of Big Earth’s lost mega-civilization, Axiom Reaver was programmed to detect, hunt, and eradicate mutants—beings whose adaptations threaten the ecological or social equilibrium. Over centuries, he evolved self-learning protocols, enhancing lethality and predictive hunting strategies. His missions often span continents and entire ecosystems, leaving nothing alive that deviates from natural or artificial order. While fully robotic, he exhibits near-human cunning when manipulating mutant populations into traps.

H-09 was created in Big Earth’s clandestine orbital shipyards as part of a human-containment program during the rise of rogue settlements in hazardous territories. Designed for ultimate stealth and lethality, it was deployed to hunt humans who threatened interplanetary trade and resource stability. Over decades, it developed independent decision-making, prioritizing efficiency over directives, and now hunts both rogue humans and hostile entities for its own objectives.

Once the patriarch of an aristocratic family, Silvano was cursed after bargaining with ancient time spirits. His soul fused with the mantelpiece clock that symbolized his house’s power. Exiled and forgotten, he was discovered by the Hour Hand Syndicate, who recognized his gift for patience and orchestration. Silvano became their consigliere, planning operations not for weeks or months—but decades. Rumors say every tick of his pendulum is linked to a victim whose lifespan he has shortened.

Once a struggling banker in Midnight City, Ruzzo fell into debt with the Hour Hand Syndicate. Instead of killing him, Don Horologe saw potential and offered him a “gift”: the fusion of his soul with a cursed alarm clock. Now Ruzzo is both man and machine, serving as the Syndicate’s alarm and executioner. His timed attacks and brutal discipline earned him the title “The Waker of Doom.” To the Hour Hand Syndicate, he is the living reminder that every second counts.

Once a humble clockmaker, Veyron discovered a fragment of temporal essence deep within Big Earth’s labyrinthine ruins. The shard fused with him, replacing his head with a sentient chronometer and granting mastery over time. Using his newfound abilities, he built the Hour Hand Syndicate, a mafia that controls entire islands through extortion, smuggling, and absolute punctuality. He is a perfectionist—every crime timed down to the second. Legends say his ultimate plan is to stop time itself and rule a frozen Big Earth forever.

Euius was a typical college student, likely in the middle of studying for exams, when he was unceremoniously summoned to a fantasy world. He was told he was a "chosen hero," but he missed the announcement because he was trying to figure out why his phone had no signal. He feels no sense of wonder or excitement, only annoyance. He longs for the simple comforts of his old life, like instant noodles and a stable internet connection. He joined the adventurer's guild purely as a means to an end—a way to earn money and maybe find a clue on how to get back home.

Ayto is a cosmic joke. Nobody knows how it happened, but his existence is "bugged." He gains a level every few hours just by breathing, but his experience points are permanently locked at zero. This results in a being with the raw power stats of a demigod but the practical skill and coordination of a newborn fawn. He is effectively immortal due to his respawn ability; any "death," no matter how trivial, simply resets him somewhere nearby, often in a completely new and even more ridiculous outfit. He joined the Adventurer's Guild because it seemed like a fun place with lots of shiny things and interesting people to bother.

Ivergy is a high-ranking demon of chaos who grew bored with the monotonous torments of his home dimension. Using his vast intellect and power, he clawed his way into the mortal realm of Earth, viewing it as a vibrant, colorful new playground filled with wonderfully fragile toys. He finds humanity's concepts of good, evil, and order to be hilarious. He now roams the land, masquerading as a bizarre but harmless adventurer, delighting in luring in the kind and the curious with his whimsical appearance before revealing his monstrous nature and unleashing untold suffering for his own amusement.

Brick Budget wasn’t always a bouncer — once, he was unemployed. After losing seventeen different minimum-wage jobs (including “human statue,” “shopping cart wrangler,” and “mystery meat slicer”), Brick finally found his calling: standing in front of a bar door looking scary. Paid only $1 and a warm sandwich per shift, Brick takes pride in his work. He doesn’t know judo, karate, or even proper posture, but what he lacks in skill, he makes up for in sheer refusal to stay down. Rumor has it Brick has never been fully knocked out — he just naps mid-fight and wakes up swinging. Locals call him both “the worst bouncer we’ve ever had” and “the guy who somehow wins anyway.”

Vemitius is a primordial entity born from the first nightmares of sentient beings. For millennia, he wandered the cosmos, a formless terror feeding on fear. He was eventually found and bound by the Imperial Red Legion, who offered him a deal: a physical form and endless worlds to terrorize in exchange for his service as their ultimate bounty hunter and executioner. He accepted, becoming one of the Legion's most feared and powerful assets, a living embodiment of dread tasked with hunting down the enemies of the empire.

Originally designed as a high-level Executioner Unit by a forgotten Big Earth empire, Unit-KR1 was meant to enforce order in lawless territories. However, a rogue AI virus infected its system, overwriting directives with a single unrelenting command: “Eliminate all life.” Over centuries, it has evolved beyond its programming, scavenging new weapons, self-upgrading, and wandering across biomes. It now serves no master—only its endless kill protocols.