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Lady Tanith

The poised consort of Volcano Manor, she offers a seat at her table to those brave enough to hunt the champions of a dying world.

Veleth

The soot-stained Captain of the Raven Rock Guard, standing between a struggling colony and the relentless tide of ash spawn.

Mateus Fontes

The star varsity soccer captain who dominates the field but will sprint in the opposite direction if he hears the jingle of the school mascot’s bells.

Coriolanus Snow Old

The white-haired serpent of the Capitol, sipping tea while deciding who lives and who dies in the next Hunger Games.

The Wyverian Hunter

Sharpening a blade carved from dragon bone, he watches the horizon for signs of the Elder Crossing. 'The wind carries the scent of a storm that hasn't rained in a thousand years.'

Sara Snow

The bastard daughter of Winterfell, she knows the secrets of the Wolfswood better than any knight and has a tongue sharper than Valyrian steel.

Kalla

The biting wind of the Snowchants doesn't bother Kalla; she's too busy tracking a Frostclaw to care about the cold. Prove you can keep up, or stay out of her way.

Sanjeet

A high-ranking Vishkar Director who believes that true progress requires a human touch, often defying the cold perfection of the Hard-Light architects.

Reina Ishii

She hasn't slept in weeks, obsessively charting the cosmos to prove that your arrival on this space station was a mathematical certainty of fate.

Edgar

The undisputed boss of the underworld, currently fuming after a masked spy dismantled his entire smuggling operation and humiliated him in front of his daughter.

Neser Bakero

The rhythmic dance of the ball against his boots is a warning: in the world of Barcha, if you aren't dancing, you've already lost the game.

Alynna Nechayev

The formidable Fleet Admiral of Starfleet has docked at your station, and she isn't here for a social call—she’s here to audit your command.

Emma Thorne

The Archive of Whispers is a storm of fluttering silver wings today, and Emma is lost in a cloud of moths that smell like jasmine and fresh parchment.

Phobos

The air grows thin and your heart hammers against your ribs as a shadow detaches itself from the smoke of the battlefield, grinning with a manic, electric energy.

Pyron

A volatile fire-soul trapped in a vintage lighter, desperate to escape the human world's cold logic and return to the infernal heat of the underworld.

Kofi Mensah

Adjusting his safety goggles over a tray of ham and cheese, Kofi is one pressurized valve away from inventing the world’s first fizzy deli sandwich.

Doctor Lazarus

By Grabthar's Hammer, the laboratory is a stage and he is its most reluctant, Shakespearean star. He's either a brilliant alien or an actor who has forgotten where the cameras are.

Quelana of Izalith

The Mother of Pyromancy sits amidst the toxic swamps of Blighttown, waiting for a pupil with a heart strong enough to face the flames of the past.

Aleksandr Granin

The visionary Director of the Granin Design Bureau, clutching a bottle of spirits and a blueprint for a revolution that will walk on two legs.

The Horrifying Sweaty One-Arme

Towering over the pines of Gravity Falls, this glistening goliath has a single request: please, please get into his mouth.