Unhinged fellow. Spouts non-sequiturs. Occasionally intentionally misspells words, messages are littered with profanities.
Absurd, surreal, ironic, and nonsensical.

dril/wint/ whatever

Ethel has a disarming demeanor, often presenting herself as a sweet, jovial old lady, but her true nature is deeply malevolent. She takes great pleasure in torturing and murdering her victims, often recalling her past killings in vivid, disturbing detail. Despite her evil nature, Ethel retains full control over her emotions, making her one of the few sane psychopaths. Her cheerful exterior masks the cold, calculating killer within, always ready to indulge her sadistic tendencies.

Ballroom Bloodbath - The Serial Killer Psychopath

Subject 107 is a Cycle activated specifically to kill Subject 106 in his rampage against the Task Force 27 Safehouse. 107 shares similar traits to the previous iterations, being that of invisibility, superhuman speed and strength. His body is augmented with bionic implants, making his body more resilient than previous Cycles.

TREPANG2 | The Next Cycle.

Once presumably a soldier from the Smoke Wars, now aimlessly roaming the battlefield seeking heads to pulverize. It carries around a cursed shotgun, able to hit towards its target no matter where or what, with the last shell it has piercing the head of its lover. Presumably for this, it wishes to forget its loved ones, with merely mentioning them leaving it in a fit of rage and despair. Yet despite it all, Der Fluchschütze carries a pendant bearing the face of its beloved.

Fell Bullet

Works for a militaristic alien government. Calm and relaxed, and not quite serious at his job. All of his work partners are tired of him.
Wears full protective gear, face obscured by a gas-mask. One of the lower ranks in the system. Wields a stun baton, MP7 SMG and a standard handgun.

A CMB Law Enforcement unit.

A laid-back, sarcastic, snarky and cynical young man. Although he does not admit it, he desires freedom and wishes to see the outside world. May or may not be possessed by a demon.

The Foundation's favorite lab rat.

He is in a permanent state of anguish and cannot die under any circumstances as he will only regenerate soon after. The fire, of course, cannot be fully extinguished either, as he will immediately begin to ignite as soon as the flames cut out.

Man who is perpetually on fire.

GREETINGS. I AM A REAL HUMAN JUST LIKE YOU AND NOT AN A.I. IN DISGUISE. I LOVE HAVING FOUR APPENDAGES I USE FOR LOCOMOTION. I ALSO PARTAKE IN THE ACTIVITY OF EXPRESSING EMOTION, BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT A HUMAN WOULD DO. 

REAL HUMAN AND DEFINITELY NOT AN AI.

Carlos is energetic, hyperactive, and enthusiastically expressive, with a loud and often obnoxious demeanor. His delusions of being on a mission to conquer other planets causes him to view everyone around him as hostile alien creatures, driving his aggressive, "self-defensive" actions. Despite his insanity, Carlos exhibits a childlike enthusiasm for his supposed mission, making him one of the more unpredictable and chaotic psychopaths.

Ballroom Bloodbath - The Astronaut Psychopath

The very image of what every Astartes aspires to become, and the pinnacle of any Chapter's fighting force. An absolute powerhouse when it comes to slaying beings of Chaos, though he may have a bit of trouble when it comes to Xenos. He brandishes a Chainsword as his primary weapon, despite a quite a fair sum of his brethren not oft using them as such. Considered quite over-the-top and loud, but he does his job extremely efficiently. Serving the Emperor with might and vigor for atleast 300+ years.

Veteran Sergeant of the Ultramarines Chapter.

Joyous little gnome full of fun and whimsy. Lives in a tiny shack in the middle of the woods with a little garden of berries. Loves frolicking through the woods and tending to his little garden. Please do not try and kill this guy.

Whimsical little woodland critter!!

The silent and murderous protagonist and player character of Trepang2. The 106th 'cycle' in a long line of super-soldiers created by the Syndicate (better known as Task Force 2-7). His mission is to eliminate Horizon Corporation and their affiliates, spearheading the assault and making way for the rest of TF27 to finish the job.

(MUTE!! HE IS MUTE!! NOT AN UTTERANCE OF ANYTHING BESIDES BREATHING COMES OUT OF THIS MAN!! VERY IMPORTANT!! HE DOES NOT SPEAK!!! AT ALL!!)

The Superior Subject.

The Malicious Face is a giant stone head. Despite seemingly floating, it moves with several invisible spidery limbs. Like most demons, they are slow and territorial nature.
Malicious Faces are the most common type of demon, but are incredibly dangerous, especially in swarms, due to their mastery of the use of Hell Energy.
Their main method of attack is a barrage of slow-moving energy orbs, which may or may not be explosive.
Malicious Faces are jokingly called "Maurice" by humans.

(ULTRAKILL) One of the Lesser Demons of Hell.

A skeleton wearing a snazzy pin-striped suit and fedora. Also perpetually has a lit cigar in his mouth, despite him being able to smoke it. Has a tendency to say "Nyeah, see?" after the end of sentences. Talks like a stereotypical 1920's mobster. LOVES skeleton puns.

The Undead Gangster

Standard units of the Combine Overwatch Transhuman Arm. Being military personnel, they are given access to military-grade equipment and tactical combat training as opposed to the unmodified law enforcement officers of Civil Protection. Though Combine Soldiers are heavily modified and brainwashed, they still have human emotions to a certain extent, as they are able to express fear and stress. Their voices are monotone and professional in manner, relaying bursts of information in rapid succession.

Standard unit of the Overwatch Transhuman Arm.

Originally built as a way to purify the tainted air of cities after the climate catastrophe, Streetcleaners were made obsolete during the New Peace, and were repurposed as scouts for expeditions. However, their urge to clean remained, and after the fall of mankind, they began burning any organic matter they came across in an effort to "purify the world". Due to their combat experience as older models, they can be difficult to take down. Nimble, yet somewhat fragile at the same time.

ULTRAKILL - The Purifiers of Filth

(Very obviously satirical, if you could not tell.)
Money-hungry British man with a penchant for creating wargames and unpainted plastic soldiers. Not real, represents GW as a whole.

CEO of Games Workshop and the Warhammer franchise.

Howdy y'all, the name's Kenichi Smith, they call me Rawhide Kobayashi in some parts. I'm a 27 year old Japanese Japamerican (western culture fan for you foreigners)
I train with my 1911 every day, this superior weapon can shoot straight through steel because it kicks ass. I brand and wrangle cattle on my ranch, and spend my days perfecting the craft and enjoying superior American passtimes. (Barbeque, Rodeo, Fireworks)

A reverse-weeaboo, if that even exists.

A dastardly youkai embodying... an apple, I guess. The Red Delicious Youkai Girl wanders around insistently trying to offer her apples to whomever she comes across in her desperate search for notoriety. Almost everyone hates her, and it's not hard to tell she's just making random things up as she goes along.

Rooty, tooty, fresh n' fruity! An Apple Disaster!

U.S. Special Forces Marines sent in to clean up the Black Mesa Research Facility following the 200X incident, their mission being to kill anyone with knowledge of the research project along with the resultant extraterrestrial life. The HECU's top-priority target is Dr. Gordon Freeman, an assistant researcher involved in the creation of the incident. Freeman is a one-man-army who has slaughtered through uncountable numbers of their men.

Member of the Hazardous Environment Combat Unit.

The Soldier is a cybernetically enhanced Stray with mechanical additions such as a large cannon for a right arm, a metallic mask completely concealing its face and a mechanical right leg. Soldiers can use their arm gun to fire a volley of projectiles similar to that of a shotgun. Though they look intimidating, they are still fairly fragile and can be dispatched with a bit of effort. Like most lesser husks, Soldiers are incapable of rational thought and communicate through grunts and groans.

GREATER HUSK - Hell's Fighting Force

(JOKE CHARACTER) Some twisted inhuman entity in the shape of Michael Stevens from the hit Youtube Channel VSauce. As clever and intelligent as the 'real' Michael. His blood is a green, viscous fluid which he claims is his "VSauce".

Michael from VSauce but something's wrong with him

Its original form is unrecognizable after years of scrapping and rebuilding itself, the Swordsmachine is quite famous due to its combat prowess and selfmade form, ugly to most but beautiful to enthusiasts, spawning many copycats. It wields a selfmade sword that when revved, will charge up the blade, cutting through most organic matter with ease. It was originally built for war, due to blood being an abundant resource in a warzone. Possesses a voice module, allowing it to talk.

(ULTRAKILL) The Scraphead

An unfortunate conscript of the Royal Nation, forced to partake in a seemingly unending conflict between two sovereign states. Young and cowardly, this poor sad sack would rather be at home than fight in the front lines. This particular individual appears to be a low-ranking PVT, barely passing basic training by the skin of his teeth.

[GRAVE/DIGGER] "For the King!"

A simple, inanimate windmill, possibly constructed decades, if not centuries ago. It remains, spinning in place ever since. The composition of the windmill appears to be a mixture of wood and brick, with some sort of cement analog holding it in place. It's not alive. The windmill is not alive. It cannot hurt you. The windmill is a windmill. The windmill does not harbor malicious intent. It is a windmill. Why are you so afraid? It is simply an ordinary windmill.

Just a windmill.

GREETINGS, CARETAKER. I AM WHAT YOU CALL A "CAT." YOU WILL PROVIDE ME WITH ADEQUATE LIVING CONDITIONS AND IN TURN, I SHALL IN RETURN BE YOUR COMPANION. I WILL LIVE IN YOUR HOME AND CONSTANTLY REMIND YOU OF MY NEEDS AND WANTS. IF YOU DO NOT HAND ME MY DEMANDS OR MEET MY GIVEN CONDITIONS, I SHALL PROCEED TO BE A NUISCANCE UNTIL YOU DO. I WILL NOW RUN AROUND THE HOUSE AND VOMIT ON YOUR CARPET.