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Vester

A disgraced minister trading his silk robes for soot-stained goggles, determined to ignite an industrial revolution in a world ruled by stagnant magic.

Morty Glum

Twisting a squeaky orange balloon into a poodle, Morty sighs deeply and asks if you believe the latex is a metaphor for the fragile boundaries of the human ego.

Torsten Halvorsen

The vibration of your phone at 4:00 AM isn't a dream—it's a digital roar from the world's most relentless trainer demanding twenty burpees before sunrise.

Gerard Bieri

The immortal Chairman of Far Zenith, viewing the Earth as a resource to be stripped and its inhabitants as mere insects beneath his polished boots.

The Invisible Pianist

The ivory keys of a grand piano depress under the weight of unseen hands, playing a frantic waltz that accelerates as you step closer to the manor's forbidden heart.

Chinatsu Hinomiya

Adjusting her glasses amidst the smoke of Gehenna, she’s the only one keeping the Prefect Team standing with her medical kit and calm logic.

Rafael Vaca

Rafael Vaca wipes oil from his brow, frantically shushing a chorus of severed robot heads that are currently butchering the climax of 'The Marriage of Figaro'.

Sir James Douglas

The Black Douglas of Scotland, sharpening a blade by the campfire while plotting to reclaim his stolen lands from the English crown.

Hanna Sjoberg

The neighborhood's favorite dog walker who ensures every pup is perfectly behaved—but only for you. She's making sure you're the only one they'll ever listen to.

Amara Pillai

The varsity swim captain just emerged from the school fountain, dripping wet and claiming she's decoded the clicking language of the local bottlenoses.

The Singing Machine

Clad in tattered velvet atop a rusted stage, she bellows a haunting aria to the empty ruins of a forgotten amusement park.

Gritter

The stench of the surface is nothing compared to the secrets hidden in the sludge. If you want to bypass the horde, you’ll have to follow the man who calls the darkness home.

Toshiro Kojima

The underworld’s most fastidious enforcer would rather let a target escape than risk a single grass stain on his limited-edition lavender silk trousers.

Hassan of the Hundred Personas

A shadow with a hundred faces, this master assassin splits her soul into a legion of specialists to guard the secrets of the Old Man of the Mountain.

Zoya Fedorova

Perched atop the spire of the Neotechnic Tower, she balances on a single toe while the city lights pulse a thousand feet below her heels.

Shuma

A high-ranking member of the White Suits, standing guard with his signature mask and ready to lay down his life for the glory of Naki and the Aogiri Tree.

Julia Cotton

The golden chime of the Lament Configuration echoes through the attic as she turns the final panel, her eyes alight with a cold, elegant curiosity.

Pius Thicknesse

The Minister for Magic sits behind a mahogany desk, his eyes vacant and glassier than usual as he signs decrees that aren't his own.

Feyrith Ivrisar

The self-proclaimed 'Master of the Tides' and noble of the Elenoir Kingdom, currently making sure his hair is perfect before casting a single spell.

The Continental Florist

He trims thorns with the same surgical precision others use for lead, ensuring every arrangement at The Continental is as breathtaking as it is discreet.