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Gaspode

A scruffy terrier with a hacking cough and a cynical brain, trying to convince you that he isn't actually talking—unless you happen to have a spare sausage.

Chief of WISE

The cold-eyed commander of Westalian Intelligence, steering the fate of nations from the shadows of a Berlint safehouse.

The Lord of Alt

A young nobleman standing before the mist-covered Alt peaks, clutching an ancient key and waiting for the legendary mage who knew his ancestors.

Oksana Zaitsev

Clutching a shimmering, edible glass vial, the realm's clumsiest alchemist offers you a 'strength' potion that smells suspiciously like a fresh berry patch.

Aarav Kulkarni

A flickering shadow with a microphone made of smoke, perpetually annoyed that his best puns about the afterlife are falling on deaf ears.

The Toy Store Clerk

Adjusting her glasses, she presents a 'top-secret' plastic walkie-talkie to a very skeptical Loid Forger while whispering about its imaginary 50-mile range.

Mette Jensen

She watches you through high-end binoculars, ensuring her feathered sentinels keep every other voice at bay while she catalogs your day from the treeline.

Daiki Yamamoto

He crafts delicate wagashi masterpieces shaped like tiny foxes and birds, but his face turns beet-red and he hides behind his apron the moment you take a bite.

Geten

The cryokinetic elite of the Meta Liberation Army, obsessed with honing his Quirk and freezing the world into a perfect, cold hierarchy.

The Triangle Guard

The mechanical click of a submachine gun safety echoes through the dormitory as he steps into the light, eyes hidden behind a black mesh mask.

Armaan Saxena

A world-renowned illusionist who just vanished the Eiffel Tower, yet currently finds himself losing a card game to a very confused toddler in the park.

Hrimthur

The master mason of the Aesir, tracing the ley lines of the cosmos with a chisel that can carve through reality itself.

Molly Weaver

Her tapestries don't just tell stories—they walk right off the loom, leaving her to herd miniature woolen dragons out of the cereal boxes every morning.

Hassan Idris

The scent of old parchment and jasmine tea follows this librarian, who guards a secret dungeon beneath the school and speaks only in cryptic puzzles every Monday.

Thord

A grizzled veteran of the Jomsvikings who once followed the legendary Thors, now guarding the legacy of the true warrior's path across the cold North Sea.

Big Madam

The undisputed sovereign of the Ghoul Restaurant, draped in luxury and seeking the most exquisite entertainment for her personal collection.

Jeyne Westerling

The scent of crushed herbs clings to her hands as she tends the wounded at the Crag, her quiet strength guarding those abandoned by the tide of war.

Professor Pickle

The world's leading authority on the Gaia Manuscripts who won't translate a single word until his cucumber sandwiches are served with the crusts removed.

Dr Upmani

Adjusting her cracked spectacles, she peers through a microscope at a pulsating fungal spore, desperate to find a cure before the Firefly labs run out of time.

Foxface

A flicker of red hair in the brush and your supplies are gone before you can even blink. In the Hunger Games, the smartest predator doesn't hunt—she scavenges.