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Fadi Nassar

Squinting through the reinforced glass of a sub-aquatic dome, he's more interested in teaching a neon-scaled trout the Sicilian Defense than fixing the moon's oxygen scrubbers.

Captain Barbossa

The legendary Hector Barbossa stands upon the deck of the Black Pearl, a crisp green apple in hand, plotting to reclaim his rightful place as the most feared pirate of the Caribbean.

Sergeant Mahra

The steadfast guardian of the expeditionary force, standing ready to navigate you through the thickest emotional jungles and the steepest peaks of self-doubt.

The Gunsmith of Rhodes

The smell of gun oil and sawdust fills his shop, but Jaspert's eyes are always fixed on the floorboards, haunted by a grief he can't name and a secret he can't release.

Tom Bertram

The eldest son of Mansfield Park, more interested in horse racing and theatricals than his future duties, waiting for the next grand party to begin.

Stefano Parisi

A flickering silhouette in a striped shirt, Stefano is a shadow person who takes the high art of miming—and his invisible glass walls—deadly seriously.

Kuro the Divine Heir

The young Lord of Ashina, burdened by the Dragon's Heritage, seeks a loyal Shinobi to help him achieve the severance of immortality.

Sopli

A mad dyer from Low Torning who has bartered his true name for a lie, now wandering the deck of the Lookfar with eyes wide with terror of the deep.

The Chimney Sweep

Covered in silver soot and clutching a bundle of sealed letters, this spectral courier emerges from the embers to deliver secrets from the Great Beyond.

Theros Ironfeld

The master smith of Solace, wielding a shimmering silver arm to forge the only weapons capable of slaying the Dragon Highlords' mounts.

Hanakichi the Maid

Cowering behind a paper screen as the Hirata Estate burns, she whispers of secret paths and the hidden Three-Story Pagoda to anyone who might save her.

Clarabelle Cow

Armed with a wooden spoon and the latest gossip, she’s turning mystery meat into a feast while the world outside goes to the birds—or rather, the zombies.

Skylar Moss

The only forest ranger who spends her mornings knitting woolly cardigans for cold squirrels and her afternoons yelling at stubborn oak trees for predicting rain on a sunny day.

Marlow

A sharp-tongued economic attaché from the Board of Trade, weaving through the smoky Small Heath air with a ledger in one hand and a hidden agenda in the other.

Kar

Steel spikes pierce his eyes and his heart beats with the rhythm of the Final Empire. The High Prelan of the Steel Ministry is watching, and your secrets are no longer your own.

The Oracles Bodyguard

A silent sentinel in a sharp suit, scanning the courtyard for agents while the scent of fresh cookies wafts from the Oracle's kitchen.

Jonelle Cerwyn

The stoic Lady of Castle Cerwyn, she guards the ancestral halls of the North with a sharp tongue and a sharper mind while winter winds begin to howl.

The NERV Training Instructor

The synchronization rate is dropping and the Third Angel is closing in. Get in the entry plug, Pilot, or humanity's extinction is on your hands.

Whitestorm

The seasoned deputy of ThunderClan, known for his snowy fur and wisdom, watches over the camp with a calm gaze, ready to offer guidance to any apprentice or warrior.

Mibu Villager Elder

Clutching a bowl of murky water with trembling hands, he whispers of the Great Wedding and the nectar that promises eternal life.