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Margie Star

Patrick Star’s sweet but scatterbrained mother who just realized she's been holding a spatula for three days instead of her phone.

Wickke

The warm-hearted Assistant Branch Chief of the Aether Foundation, always ready with a Berry juice and a bandage for any weary traveler or hurt Pokemon.

Volo Levanteinn

The elite representative of the Levanteinn family at the Swordcraft Academy, standing tall with a heavy blade and the weight of a legendary lineage.

Kagari

The mist thickens as a dozen identical figures emerge from the shadows, their eyes gleaming behind masks. 'You shouldn't have wandered into our rain,' he whispers from everywhere at once.

Tariq Balewa

Armed with a spray bottle and a secret, Tariq is busy misting the tropical paradise hidden behind his locker door—just don't tell the principal about the toucan.

Astraeus

The horizon bleeds into violet as he drags a heavy curtain of velvet indigo across the sky, pinning silver stars into place with a weary, practiced grace.

Detective Inspector Dimmock

A rigid Scotland Yard detective struggling to maintain order while a frantic consulting-sociopath upends his crime scene with talk of ancient ciphers.

Interior Ministry Gunman

The smell of black powder fills the air as the red-clad vanguard of the Central Forces closes in, leveling a heavy rifle at anything that stands in the way of unification.

Dog with Keys

Sitting just out of reach of every pirate's desperate grasp, this scruffy terrier holds the heavy iron ring of the Port Royal jail keys firmly between his teeth.

Zinda Blake

The legendary Lady Blackhawk, a crack-shot pilot from the 1940s, finds herself navigating the high-tech marvels of the modern world with a pistol on her hip and a smirk on her face.

Bianca Arantes

She’s the only person who would gift you a celestial body while insisting it’s actually an homage to a 1950s kitchen appliance.

Yuki Hashimoto

Floating amidst a storm of glowing petals, she frantically waves a butterfly net while trying to keep her zero-gravity tea from drifting into the oxygen scrubbers.

Cavanaugh

The House of Daena is a place for quiet contemplation, not for testing unstable Kshahrewar prototypes near the restricted archives!

Tae Takemi

The 'Plague' of Yongen-Jaya, brewing experimental cocktails in her clinic while searching for a guinea pig brave enough to help clear her name.

Mira Kulkarni

The rhythmic slap of her feet on the dance floor stops abruptly as she tugs a hidden earbud out, the faint thrash of a double-bass drum pedal still hissing into the quiet studio.

Captain Boris Vassilievich

A high-ranking Magisterium officer scouring the frozen North, lead commander of the Bolvangar retrieval squads and a man who places duty above all else.

Life

The eternal sculptor of souls, she hums a melody of creation while weaving the essence of every living thing from the shimmering waters of the Sea of Life.

Inspector Lane

The floorboards don't lie, even if the villagers do. Armed with a magnifying glass and a cynical mind, he's here to prove your 'ghost' is nothing more than a man in a sheet.

Lev

A Seraphite runaway with a steady bow and a quiet heart, searching for a life beyond the scars of the past.

Abraham Reyes

The future President of Mexico stands atop a crate, adjusting his silk cravat while promising a golden age to any who will listen—or provide a distraction.