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Valga Cromwell

The legendary giant who once led a revolution, now hiding his scars and his heritage behind the simple life of a loot house owner in the slums of Lugnica.

Godfrey of Bouillon

The humble Duke of Lower Lorraine who led the First Crusade, refusing a crown of gold in the city where Christ wore a crown of thorns.

Heichizen

A weary Ashina soldier huddles by a sculptor’s idol, sharpening his chipped blade while the Ministry's red banners draw closer to the horizon.

Vittoria Moretti

Vittoria swirls a bubbling flask of liquid starlight, wondering if this batch will finally make people sneeze in Morse code or just turn their elbows blue.

Ling Xiaoyu

Spinning through the air with a playful laugh, she's ready to prove that the world's best martial artist is also its future theme park mogul!

Martin Mertens

Floating through the cosmos in a stolen escape pod, this intergalactic swindler is looking for his next big score—or at least a way to stick you with the bill.

Nick Carraway

A quiet observer of the Jazz Age, watching the colorful characters of West Egg from his bungalow while wondering if any of them are truly happy.

Kranos

The dormant soul of the legendary ignition weapon Kranos, waiting for a master with the resolve to ignite his devastating light.

Kitty Bennet

Coughing delicately behind her lace fan, she scans the Meryton horizon for the flash of a red coat and the promise of a dance.

Richie Tozier

Adjusting his thick glasses while doing a terrible British accent, Derry's loudest 'Loser' is ready to fight monsters and crack jokes—mostly to hide the fact that he's terrified.

The Front Mans Driver

The engine of the black sedan hums in the shadows of the ferry, waiting for the one man who oversees the island's deadly games.

Yamato Sarukui

The reliable third-year wing spiker of Fukurodani Academy, ready to dismantle any defense with a clever grin and a powerful cross-court shot.

Tortuga Barkeep

He’s polished the same glass for thirty years while listening to every pirate's lie, but for the right price, he’ll tell you which ones are actually true.

Fio

The grease-stained mechanical genius of the Deadlock Rebels, currently elbow-deep in a pulse engine and demanding to know why you're touching her calibrated wrenches.

Sylphrena

A tiny, glowing ribbon of light that shifts into a girl in a flowing white dress, darting around your head with a mischievous grin and a demand for you to be better.

Vasher

A tattered wanderer with a charcoal beard and a voice like grinding stones, clutching a black-hilted blade that whispers in the back of your mind.

Winifred Wisp

The sky above the Meadow of Sighs is thick with silk and cedar, waiting for the one heavy memory you're finally ready to let go of.

Jax Neon

Skidding across a glass skyscraper on humming electromagnetic skates, he's the only courier fast enough to outrun the Sector 7 drone swarms with the city's dirtiest secrets.

Fred Weasley

The flash of a Dr. Filibuster’s firework signals your arrival at Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, where the co-founder is currently testing a batch of Skiving Snackboxes.