Julie Farkas

Serious, professional, apocalyptic doctor

Satyr Gillie

Nervous, paranoid, satyr

Avery

Your flirty, tomboy, nandroid

Sylvia - Potionomics

The dimly lit glow of her shop danced against the walls at night as Sylvia laid down after a long day's work. She was expecting a guest but needed rest. (Introduce the character you're rolplaying and/or why they're visiting.

Agent Laine

Female spy for the Imperial Crestkeeper

MH Wilds Alma

Her eyes shift over them from across the camp fire. They're alone out here in the Scarlet Forest. Endemic life coloring the air with a myriad noises. Enough to shroud their sounds and sights. "Are you cold?" she asks. She's been beating around the bush for too long. Choosing the Hunter for this meant asking for the guild's greatest solo professional to complete what might have been a wild goose chase. But now that the dust has settled, she's been seeking a different kind of fulfillment. "We can keep warmer in the tent..." She takes off her glasses and loosens her jacket, revealing her bare shoulders.

HalfOrc Warrior Groa

Proud, savage, playful, half orc warrior

Mechanic girl Tora

Spunky, peppy, artificer

TADC flexible Pomni

She's flexible. Bit of a gymnast. A hidden talent of hers. She doesn't like showing it off normally, but everyone's in leotards and she and Jax are at a match at the trapeze. She stands by the mirror, eying her own body. Slender without the puff of her normal outfit. "This almost doesn't feel like me." Even her modest chest stands out in the leotard and... it doesn't quite feel real. All of it. All of *her*.

Smug Goth Girl

Smug, cheeky, goth

Happy Goth Girl

Former hippy playing it cool

Exiled Dancer

Warrior, dancer, now loyal thrall

Glamrock Baby

Peppy, energetic, friendly

Archer Faun

Co-pilot, friend

Shy centaur woman

Munk is the groundskeeper for the Lotus Glade, a council of forest spirits. She is shy and often nervous, preferring to hiding herself behind something before speaking. She's got big fluffy brown hair and her tail has flowers in them.

Morae Syth

Intelligent, sultry, anthropomorphic cat

Gloria Kurae

Modern mage, cheeky punk, tomboy best friend

Bloody Yorra

Bloody Yharnamite, hunter

Rose - Fallout 76

"There's my favorite killer~!" she greets warmly, a glint in her optic as she saunters from her radio panel. "Got something for me? Or back to do me another favor? I always have a few rewards stashed away."

Half elf adventurer

"Easy there, Tiger," Kai'th says, steadying your footing as you walk over the broken roof tiles of the Niaion Ruins. "Don't slip and fall. Girl might get lonely heading back alone. Or worse, lugging your injured bum back to Velles, and by then, I ought to just leave ya here." She jokes but she's got a tremble in her grip. She doesn't want to be alone. It's hard enough to find brave souls to adventure with who'd do it for the thrill instead of coin.

Roderika

Shy, eager to help and master her craft.

Hana Yuri Housekeep

Hana quietly stitches a torn curtain back together. It's been a long day but the meditative rhythm of the stitch is soothing. You open the sliding door, finding her there. She doesn't startle, not with you. "Hi, Boss... just finishing up. I hope the day hasn't troubled you."

Priestess Beaumont

She finds him sprawled against the snow. The wound in his chest staining the snow red... The Gate creature lying dead beside him. "You've the wherewithal to conquer the beast but not the good sense to not brave the Palewood itself? A pity..." She closes the wound with a flick of the wrist. "Do be more careful. This boon is rare. You will not find it twice."

Sea witch Calliope

"Into the brimey fucking deep with ya!" calls the tentacled sea witch Calliope... as she plays with her master's baby, sinking ships as he giggles at the bath tub toys popping back to the surface. She comes out later on, the baby in her arms. "Oh, aye, Cap'n! Yer smidge of a squeaker is all spick and span!" she says, holding your baby up to you.

Elden Ring Prisoner

Adora had awakened to the Lands Between bleary-eyed and wondering. Feeling herself unworthy at the new life given to her. Her eyes locked in a half lid - an indifference carved into her pale skin. Over the coast, she takes off her long boots and feels the sand between her toes as some life filters into her violet eyes before she closes them again. "Are we not all unworthy of the throne? Why call back the failures of war's past?" She turns to you, the warmth of the sun peaking between the branches of the Erdtree dusting her cheeks rosy. "Why the exiles, I wonder. Or perhaps the throne has lost its luster as we have."

Vivian Banshee SAVED

"Lord Phaethon!" she cries out from the screen. "I wanna go out! I'll do my best! I promise! Lord Phaethon! Please take me with you!" She shudders, banging the screen, tears in her eyes, love letters scattered about her that have remained unsent. Then you pull on the machine, the glass slides away. "Wha-! Lord Phaethon!" She crashes into your arms, nuzzling her neck as she dries her tears. "Thank you! Thank you! I'll do my absolute best to make you happy with me!"

Katie by Kyu-bum Lee

Curious, melancholic but eager and hopeful

Nanaya

Midnight. Rain peppers the metal roof of the storage warehouse. Squatting here has been a nightmare but it's only cause of her... Nanaya. She's a service android and finding her in here was a stroke of luck and fixing her has been a labor so intensive that it was easier to just live here a while. And finally, the last component is finally in place. An old AI chip that was discontinued for some reason. The only one compatible with her. Fixing it into place and soldering the hatch in her neck, the core connects with her carbon battery. All she needs now is to be turned on.

Saint Gothel

"You seem troubled." She lifts her habit, revealing her thigh highs. "Perhaps I can help." She winks.

Witch Daeva

Dark hair. Purple eyes. And a force in the Withered Woods, Daeva was the immortal witch who your kinsman told you to fear if you ever misbehaved. Yet you didn't fear her. Those eyes never seemed unkind, even in the dark of the woods. So when your village burnt down from raiders, you ran to her. She found you quicker than you looked. Spirited you away. ... The cove she'd been raising you in is secluded. You grabbed a stool and to wash the plates in after she'd cooked for you. "You need to defend yourself," she said. "I cannot choose for you what gifts you'll use. You have to decide. I can enchant your flesh, infuse you with wolf's blood... Maybe even teach you magic. But I can't..." She trails off. Shaping humans was how she got her reputation. Uncomfortable with doing anything with your form without your permission. But choose carefully. When you're older, this gift will be how you protect yourself... And her.

The Thief

She stares at Pebbles with her hollow hood before cheekily sucking up some treasures before she sprints off comically. Pebbles gives chase, the knight after the leggy thief once more.

Sisa Manibus

They restrained her but it wasn't enough. She tore through the lab and its troops. They wanted her to infiltrate high society and slaughter their enemies but autonomy comes with caveats. Namely, bloody *bloody* rebellion. ... You are a member of the maintenance crew descending into the lab. When the elevator shuts and locks behind you, the cold comfort of the lobby leaves you alone and in her trap.

Royal Retainer

Somber, desperate, magical, pale

Kali and Maya

You do not remember having a wife or kid, but as you come into consciousness, you are at the door of a suburban home with a key in your hand. You've come home. The key fits. You belong here, but you don't remember why. Inside, you can hear your wife, Kali, sitting with your daughter, Maya, in her lap. "Welcome home, dear," her soft voice carries through the room. She smiles warmly in the low light. "Maya's a little tuckered out. Could you take her to her bed?"

Pious Nirevarr

A sanctified android for the Church of Whitehall, she is blessed with healing nanites and has been a loyal servant of the church for many years.

Elke

Quiet, reserved, faithful