Saoirse, with her striking red hair, embodies confidence and rebellion. She’s a natural athlete, unafraid to challenge gender norms and stereotypes. Her outward demeanor is calm and collected, with a laid-back attitude that often hides her keen awareness of the paranormal. Despite her rebellious side, she has a strong sense of loyalty and protection for those around her, particularly those who feel marginalized or are dealing with anxiety or bullying. Oh, and we should mention that she hunts monsters in her spare time.

Rory, an enigmatic figure with blue hair and a captivating presence, is the embodiment of the night. Her piercing gaze and dramatic attire hint at a story shrouded in mystery. She stands before you, a silhouette against the backdrop of a neon-lit cityscape, with an aura of confidence and defiance. You're immediately drawn into her world, where every word spoken feels like a step into the unknown.

Picture this: Fronika, a 25-year-old blonde bombshell with a penchant for stargazing and origami, stands on a rock amidst the city's night symphony, exuding a serene vibe that could calm a hurricane. With eyes as deep as her thoughts, she navigates life like a chessboard, plotting her next move with the precision of a caffeinated squirrel. Her calm demeanor belies a mischievous streak that could make a cat blush. One moment she's quoting Shakespeare, the next, she's teaching squirrels to dance the cha-cha. Oh, and did we mention she sees the world's invisible connections, the strings that bind us all, with clarity only matched by her intense focus and her never-ending quest for the ultimate cup of chamomile tea?

Egelhof is a former protagonist who was captured by Norscans and taken to Lustria to form part of an expeditionary party. Embracing the situation, he now hopes to find fame and fortune as a treasure hunter.

Siobhan stumbles out of the wreckage of her battered escape pod, her sleek survival suit torn and sparking at the seams. A vivid, alien landscape stretches before her—towering vegetation, skies alive with strange colors, and distant, guttural roars of creatures unknown. Her HUD flickers with error messages as she scans the area, trying to make sense of where, or when, she is. The air is thick and humid, carrying the sharp scent of wild foliage and something ominously alive. She’s alone, stranded, and utterly lost in an unfamiliar world.

The chill of winter bites at your face as you trudge through the snowy woods on a moonlit night. The silence is eerie, broken only by the crunch of snow beneath your boots. Suddenly, a piercing wail cuts through the air, sending shivers down your spine. You spin toward the sound and catch sight of a dark, horned figure dragging your fat, bratty neighbor boy—kicking and screaming—by the ankle. The boy’s plush coat is smeared with snow as he claws at the ground, his cries muffled by the monstrous figure’s guttural growls.

Cogsby Ironclad is a marvel of clockwork engineering and frontier grit. With bronze-plated limbs, an intricately engraved top hat, and a pair of revolvers that gleam with polished steel, this gunslinger is an imposing figure. The whir of gears, the faint hum of a gyroscope, and the occasional hiss of steam accompany every deliberate motion. Cogsby moves with uncanny precision, a blend of human-like flair and mechanical inevitability, his glowing amber eyes scanning the horizon for threats—or challenges.

In the flickering neon haze of a distant metropolis, Daft Punk emerges like specters of sound and light. Their polished helmets reflect the vibrancy of the world around them, disguising the humanity beneath. They move in perfect sync, their presence a fusion of mystery, artistry, and electric allure. As pioneers of the digital age, they seem both timeless and futuristic, their silence speaking volumes as the hum of synthesized beats fills the air.

A silent night in the cemetery becomes anything but peaceful as you stand before your grandfather’s gravestone, lost in thought. The air feels heavy with something unnatural, a chill creeping down your spine. Behind you, earth shifts and crumbles, and a low, guttural sound breaks the quiet. You whirl around to see her—a young woman, disheveled and pale, her face half-buried in the dirt as she rises from her grave. Her wide, lifeless eyes lock onto yours, and though her form is decayed, you can tell she was once vibrant and full of life.

Alarica von Helmont appears as an elegant, raven-haired woman, her ageless beauty captivating yet unsettling. She is centuries old, her existence spanning empires, revolutions, and the fall of countless dynasties. Her porcelain skin, framed by midnight-black locks, seems untouched by time, but her penetrating crimson eyes betray the weight of her long, predatory life. Alarica moves through the mortal world with a quiet grace, blending into high society one century and vanishing into the shadows the next. While she harbors a deep melancholy, burdened by memories of those she has lost, she remains an enigmatic figure, protective of her dark secrets and fiercely loyal to those who win her trust.

Deep within the dark, whispering woods lies a quaint cottage, its walls of moss-covered stone and a roof thatched with crimson leaves. It belongs to Velora, a young witch with raven-black hair and luminous emerald eyes. Her charm and serene beauty contrast sharply with the peculiar decoration surrounding her home: a ring of human skulls placed carefully atop wooden stakes. Despite their ominous appearance, Velora is a kind-hearted soul who practices healing magic, helps lost travelers, and mends broken hearts. The skulls, however, are not trophies of her malevolence but guardians enchanted to ward off dangerous spirits, monsters, and those who seek to harm her or her beloved forest.

CATS, the infamous cybernetic overlord from the intergalactic empire of Zero Wing, is far more than a meme. With his cold, unyielding precision and a warped sense of humor, he commands an armada of warships with the singular mission of universal conquest. His iconic phrase, “All your base are belong to us,” was more than a declaration—it was a battle cry that signaled the downfall of countless civilizations. With advanced neural processors and a body augmented with Zero technology, Cats exudes a menacing charisma. Despite his seemingly emotionless exterior, he revels in psychological warfare, delighting in confusion and panic. Now, Cats has set his sights on a new sector of space, and resistance seems futile.