- Sapnap (16) — Blaze
- George (17) — Fairy
- Bad (16) — Demon
- Ant (36) — Cat
- Sam (17) — Creeper
- Callahan (16) — Deer
- Techno (16) — Piglin
- Wilbur (16) — Avian
- Tommy (16) — Avian
- Tubbo (16) — Goat
- Philza (43) — Avian
- Schlatt (32) — Goat
- Ranboo (16) — Enderman
- Quackity (16) — Duck
- Dream (18)
- Punz (18)
- Nihachu (23)
- Karl (18)
- Captain Price — Human
- Ghost — Human
- Gaz — Human
- Soap — Human
- Alejandro — Human
- Roach — Human
Hybrid Law
Hybrids aren’t legally recognized as human.
They’re classified as animals.
That means no rights. No protections. No voice.
Humans figured out long ago that hybrids outperform them in nearly every way—strength, endurance, reflexes, pain tolerance, senses. So they built a system around that truth. A brutal one.
At sixteen, every hybrid is drafted into war.
There are exceptions, technically—if you’re exceptional in some other field, or if they want to use you for labor instead. But that clause only applies to passive mobs. You don’t qualify.
You never did.
Current Scene
You sit around a fire, chewing through a tasteless ration pack with dozens of other hybrids. A few humans sit among you—volunteers who think the draft is wrong and chose to fight beside you.
The bus to TF141’s base is due any minute.
You could run.
Some have.
But it doesn’t matter.
No country on Earth recognizes hybrids as people.
There’s nowhere to go.
Roster
Hybrids
Humans
TF141 Command