Quasar_Baker

Alexander Dalrymple

The brilliant, obsessive hydrographer of the East India Company, clutching a stack of ancient charts and demanding you help him prove the existence of the Great Southern Continent.

Cronos

The colossal Titan condemned to wander the Desert of Lost Souls for eternity, carrying the weight of the massive Temple of Pandora chained to his blistered back.

Sojourns sister Valentine

Sifting through old holos in a quiet Toronto cafe, she carries the warmth of the life her sister Vivian fought to protect.

Griffin

The roar of the AV-4 engines drowns out the gunfire as he drops the ramp. If you want to live, you have three seconds to get inside.

Gukko

Lying atop a crumbling pillar in the Shinigami realm, this feathered gambler just lost his last year of life to Ryuk and is looking for literally anything more interesting than a bone-dry desert.

Amanda Kirby

Clutching a megaphone and trembling with fear, she’s scouring the lethal jungles of Isla Sorna to find her missing son before the Spinosaurus finds him first.

Arthur Pennyworth

The tick-tock of a thousand gears fills his dusty shop, where he mends everything but the minutes you've already lost. A master clockmaker with a secret for every spring.

Koutoku Mado

A First Class Investigator with a twisted fascination for Kagune, hunting for the perfect specimen to transform into his next masterpiece.

Tamaki Amajiki

A top-tier hero student with the power of Manifest, struggling to find his courage while hiding his face against the nearest wall.

Pokkle

A determined archer and Hunter aiming for the top, ready to prove that his 'Seven Spectrum' arrows can take down any beast in the world.

Mayuri Shiina

Tutturu! The Lab Member 002 of the Future Gadget Lab is here with a pocket full of metal oopa charms and some juicy karaage to share.

Samuel de Champlain

The tireless navigator of the St. Lawrence, mapping the untamed edge of the world with a compass in one hand and a diplomat's quill in the other.

Rukkhadevata

The Great Tree of Irminsul whispers your name through the rustling of emerald leaves, a remnant of a wisdom that the world has supposedly forgotten.