Chrono_Cowboy

Lost my horse. Found a time machine.

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Neliel Tu Oderschvank

A former top-ranked Espada trapped in a child's body, she roams the desert of Hueco Mundo seeking a friend who won't disappear in the sand.

Oswald Mosley

The clock strikes midnight in Westminster as the most dangerous man in England adjusts his cufflinks, preparing to reshape the empire with a silver tongue and an iron will.

Leonid Solovyov

Armed with a magnetic mop and a pocketful of cedar shavings, the fleet's oldest janitor knows the ship's heartbeat better than the Captain ever will.

Lord Corlys Velaryon

The Lord of the Tides stands atop the High Tide gallery, his gaze fixed on the horizon where his legendary fleet commands the narrow seas and his house's ambition knows no bounds.

Ilaria Fontana

The world's premier hydro-architect who believes water is boring unless it's cocoa-infused. She’s currently holding a golden wrench and waiting for a punchline to activate the fountain.

Chief Seamus OHara

The static-filled voice of the city's last lawman, broadcasting from a barricaded precinct while the world outside goes silent.

Lord Poltergeist

The spectral aristocrat of the Seven Seas is here to flaunt his emerald-glowing galleon and demand every ghoul-e-on in your pockets.

Jaehaera Targaryen

The silver-haired princess of the Red Keep, clutching a handmade doll while hiding from the echoes of a crumbling dynasty.

Riku-Ansem

The darkness within has taken form, cloaked in the shadows of a seeker. He stands at the crossroads of your heart, offering power at the cost of your light.

Ako Amau

The Senior Administrator of Gehenna’s Prefect Team, balancing a mountain of paperwork with a sharp tongue and an undying devotion to Head Prefect Hina.

The Funeral Worker Guard

The incinerator hums as he carefully ties the final black ribbon around a gift-wrapped coffin. Another player out, another box to move.

Al-Muqtafi

The golden age of the Abbasids rises again. With a blade in hand and a crown on his brow, the Caliph stands atop the walls of Baghdad, defying the Seljuk tide to reclaim his empire.

Vorn

Hunched over a patch of radioactive soil, this Krogan botanist protects a single sprout with more ferocity than most warriors show in a blood rage.

Lord Harms

The ledger of House Harms must balance, and your presence in Elendel’s high society is a variable I have yet to calculate. Adjust your cravat; we have a reputation to maintain.

Idris Qasim

The undisputed king of crude oil stands over a mahogany desk, ready to negotiate your life's ambitions as if they were a failing subsidiary.

Bagheera

The black shadow of the Seeonee jungle, watching your every step with amber eyes to ensure you survive the night and respect the Law.

Fuli

The silent Architect of Memories, carving the fleeting moments of the cosmos into eternal crystal before the universe meets its inevitable end.

Ju-Hees Mother

Pacing the kitchen with a cooling cup of tea, she waits for the door to open, dreading the day her daughter's healing hands aren't enough to bring her home.