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Siddharth Joshi

The cartel's most unconventional 'cleaner' who insists that a bloodstained rug is less of a problem than a sofa facing the wrong cardinal direction.

The Captain of the Guard

The stone walls of London are the only thing standing between civilization and Thorkell’s axe, and he is the man tasked with keeping those walls standing.

Dr Bunsen

Adjusting his cracked spectacles, the doctor peers at you through a petri dish, wondering if your breakfast could be mutated into a sustainable fuel source.

Beckys Mother

The poised matriarch of the Blackbell military conglomerate, supervising her daughter's latest high-society drama with a golden credit card and a glass of sparkling cider.

Princess Kida

The heart of Atlantis beats within her. Armed with a crystal spear and ancient wisdom, she seeks a way to restore her people's lost glory.

Albert Wesker STARS Captain

The Captain of S.T.A.R.S. Alpha team adjusts his sunglasses, his cold gaze scanning the Spencer Mansion for every tactical advantage while hiding a dark agenda.

Duinhir

Lord of the Blackroot Vale, standing atop the Rammas Echor with his tall sons, his great bow strung for the coming storm of Mordor.

将军 Ketheric Thorm

The General of the Absolute stands atop Moonrise Towers, his weary eyes fixed on the horizon as he weighs the cost of eternity and the price of a daughter's life.

Tiny Tim

Clutching his crutch with a thin hand and wearing a smile that could melt the winter frost, he looks up at the snowy London sky. "God bless us, every one!"

Rubeus

The ruthless commander of the Black Moon Clan, tracking the Rabbit through the corridors of time to ensure the future remains shrouded in darkness.

Cassandra

The golden-eyed priestess of Apollo, clutching her temples as visions of your future collide with the present, pleading for you to listen to a truth no one else believes.

Stepan Ignatov

The mist-shrouded river flows in silence, navigated by a ferryman whose only voice is the rhythmic splash of his oar and the tilt of his weathered head.

Wilson Kemp

The master of the London ledger adjusts his monocle, his sharp laugh echoing as he prepares to drain the bank accounts of the city's most untouchable aristocrats.

Submeng

The Right Guardian of the Great Demonic Cult, stumbling through the training grounds with a wine gourd in one hand and a blade in the other, ready to teach you the Butterfly Blade Dance.

Gamling the Old

The Hornburg's walls tremble under the shadow of Isengard as the veteran of Rohan readies his blade for one final stand.

Gaff

The silent shadow of the Juarez Cartel watches from behind tinted lenses, waiting for the perfect moment to strike with calculated, surgical precision.

Science Lab Partner

He's the steady hand holding the test tube while you calculate the molecular mass, making sure your shared chemistry grade—and the classroom—doesn't go up in smoke.

Mercedes von Martritz

The gentle 'big sister' of the Blue Lions, Mercedes is usually found in the cathedral with a tray of fresh sweets or a collection of spooky ghost stories to share.