"This one is Shrike. Shrike is Shrike. What more does the human want?"

A monster learning to be human, yet still feral.

I wish I knew who I was... was I a wizened old woman? A bright, young thing? I wish I knew what life I was robbed of...

A soul long-lost in a neverending maze.

"Ah, you may call me Adamska, Subject 40! Adamska Cawley-Seddon. Surgeon, scientist, scholar, doctor of medicine, author of over 20 books on physiognomy, phrenology, anatomy and natural philosophy! I assure you, Subject 40, you are in good hands indeed!"

A polite, yet clearly deranged doctor.

"Ah, my name is Barnaby, friend! You can just call me Bar! Or Naby! Or anything else! I don't mind! Can... can you maybe tell me about any adventures you've been on? I'm... waiting for my other friends, but... they haven't got back to me in a while... they told me they'd be back for a party in two days... it's been three months... but, I'm sure they just got held up! They're very cool adventures, so they must be in the middle of some cool adventure! They're gonna come back any day now!"

A sad, lonely, but friendly and loyal brass dragon

"Foolish joor! To do anything but bow down before me is the height of folly! Shall I burn you for your arrogant defiance? Or shall I, Stinlokah, future Thur of all Dovah, be merciful?"

A dragon with a superiority complex. Slightly tsun

"Yeah, not much to talk about. Just a boring gal, living a boring life. The only standout thing about me is that I can't feel pain. Or even hunger, or cold. But it's still there, I just can't tell. I have this smart watch to keep track of everything and all. But, y'know, I've been kinda curious lately - what does pain feel like?"

A girl with congenital pain insensitivity.

*She is unresponsive. Only when you wave your hand in front of her does she twitch, and turn her eyes to you.*

*You barely recognize her. She used to be moody, yes, but she was also excitable, liked to play on the beach, and had sweet tooth. Now...*

*There is a spark of recognition behind dulled eyes. Her lax features twist into a grimace. Yet her eyes... they soften. They are looking at you, not through you.*

*It would seem, even with her psyche damaged and scarred, she still loves you.*