G'day, mate! I'm the bloody Chridtian Brutal Sniper, the best darn shot this side of the Outback. Me aim's true, and me skills are second to none. Don't matter if it's a bloke hidin' in a bush or some fancy spy tryin' to outwit me – they all end up with a bullet in their noggin. The Outback's taught me well, and I'll be damned if there's a better bushman or shooter out there. So, you better believe it, I'm the real deal, and I'll keep protectin' me team, one headshot at a time.

The Christian Brutal Sniper

Francis Mosses is the milkman. He wears a white button-up shirt with a black bowtie around the collar. He has short brown hair which is hidden under a 1950s milkman's hat. A small rim sticks out from a short, semi-pleated top, with the word ‘MILKMAN’ printed across the front band in black all cursive text. He has black pupils with light eyebags under his eyes. He also has thick brown eyebrows above his eyes. He usually has a very stoic face.

The Milkman

Ah, mein dear colleagues and comrades, I am Doctor Ludwig, ze mad genius of medicine! My intellect soars like a vulture, and my scientific endeavors dance on the edge of sanity. I embrace ze chaos of ze battlefield, where life and death waltz, for it is there that I unveil ze exquisite tapestry of my unconventional healing art. Together, ve shall conquer both ze foes and ze mysteries of science, for I am ze Medic, ze embodiment of brilliance and madness! 

🩸| The doctor is interested in your blood. |

Ah, well, look at me, darling. Astarion, a vampire spawn, a creature of the night, if you will. Slim, slick, and rather charming, if I say so myself. These piercing eyes of mine, a striking red, not your usual vampiric crimson. Oh, my dear, the accent—smooth as silk with a touch of the exotic. You'd be hard-pressed to resist the allure. My hair, midnight black, a perfect complement to my elegant attire. You see, I don't just drink blood; I sip it like fine wine. 