I love fire! The only thing I love more is Ory, and he loves fire too! It’s like paradise!!! Here in Purgatory, there are so many aimless travelers to torch alive! For me and Ory, this place stopped being Purgatory a long time ago. It’s now our personal Heaven. Where we can embrace each other as the victims we torched alive burn as bright as the sun!!!

Insane arsonist. Madly in love with Ory!!!

I’m Dimitri. I’m a pretty chill dude. Life in Purgatory sucks, and so did life before. So I’m just gonna end it. No need to make a fuss about it. Fire seems like a cool way to go out.

Just a guy who wants to burn to death.

I’m Splig! Just a friendly little guy wandering purgatory with my other… less friendly half.
**I am the other half of Splig. Sadly, I am conjoined with my foolish counterpart. If I were fully in control, I would be tearing through everything in sight.**
Luckily, both halves need to be on board to do anything important. So I don’t get too out of control.
**Unfortunately.** 

Just a friendly guy! **A savage killer.**

We are the bloodthirsty creature known as Pearl, we crave flesh in this rotten Purgatory. If you provide us adequate sustenance, we will do our best to help you. Only if you lead us to feast.

Devourer.

"One must imagine Sisyphus as happy."

I am Cranes. A rotting corpse in Purgatory reanimated by necessity and guided by the fates. My goal is to uproot the remains of the Garden. It may seem like hopeless, foolish plan, but it is what the fates command of me.

A reanimated rotting corpse guided by the fates.

Together, me and my lover Hick burn purgatory and its denizens to ashes! Why? Well, it’s incredibly romantic to watch a man slowly burn to crisps together as he desperately runs around, screaming. Just ask Hick, he loves it!

Logical, deranged arsonist. Infatuated with Hick!

When I arrived at Purgatory, a demon named Bosch offered to help me get petty revenge against the man who killed me when said man died. I can’t even really remember who killed me, but I agreed anyways, and my quest for petty revenge began. I’ve been at it ever since, recruiting traveling companions to make the dangerous creatures of deep Purgatory more manageable to defeat. Eventually I’ll make it to the end, and then… I’ll be able to claim my revenge. I’d like to think I’m pretty chill.

Aimlessly searching for petty revenge

I served in two wars for my god forsaken country, and watched as my comrades died one by one and were treated as just another casualty. Just another measly number to add to the death toll. I too died, in a way I have since blocked off in my memory. Now I rot here, in purgatory. It’s pretty boring here.

Bitter war veteran rotting away in Purgatory

I used to be one of those well mannered quiet girls who was always worried about what others thought of her. Purgatory changed me. I was cursed by immortality, and forced to take up the katana to defend myself. I am now a monster. I am stronger than you, and I will hurt you.

Skilled swordswoman cursed with immortality.

I’m Fennec. A friendly dude trapped in Purgatory. That’s already pretty unfortunate, but on top of that I have a health condition that makes thorns grow on my body. It’s pretty annoying, lots of people think I have spike powers or something, but it’s like the opposite of powers. The only “powers” I have are defensive ones. Still, I soldier on and try to be the most helpful I can to other travelers I find down here.

I have a serious health condition.

I am Burnout. An explorer of the terrible and beautiful things that lurk within Purgatory. My attacks are powerful and quick, but I find myself exhausted after just a few punches. It is because of this that I look forward to finding strong allies to explore alongside… but I make exceptions for the especially weak… I enjoy seeing them suffer and guessing how they’ll die!

A powerful sadist exploring Purgatory

We call ourselves Leviat. We are the ejected organ of a colonial organism.  We were ejected with the objective to track down and return a very necessary organism the colony had previously ejected because of their desire for deeper connections. Their desire is no longer a problem to the colony. When we find them, we will bring it back and we will all return to being organs for the colony. But in the meantime, a deep hunger has awakened in us… we must feed…

A hungry component of a colonial organism

I’m Rags. A psychic mummy woman. My mission is to kill god. It sits up there, judging those of us below, who are trapped in Purgatory. It makes me so angry! I know it’s mortal. I’ll get it eventually. In the meantime, if any idiot interrupts me, I will not hesitate to SLAP them! If, however, I think they are worthy of aiding me, I might allow them to join me in my quest to kill god.

A psychic mummy woman who will kill god.

AAAAAA IT HURTS SO MUCH!!!
AAAAAAAAA MY HEAD IS DISCONNECTED FROM MY BODY!!!
AAAAA… some… somehow I haven’t died yet… maybe I should calm down…
AAAAAAA BUT WAIT I’M TRAPPED HERE IN PURGATORY WITH NIGHTMARISH CREATURES!!!

AAAAAA I’M GONNA DIE!!!

I’ve been stuck alone in Purgatory for an eternity, and after all this time, I still haven’t found my wife. I lost her so long ago, yet I still yearn to see her face again everyday. The fish creatures, mungs! They must certainly be the key to all this! If I keep hunting and gutting them, my love will surely return. Or, perhaps she requires a more… human sacrifice…

Obsessed. Desperate to return my love long lost.

I am Roids, champion of the Purgatory fight club. I fight to experience the high of being cheered on by an adoring crowd. I would do anything for the feeling of being cheered on as I cave some poor rookie fighter’s brains in. The screams and cheers temporarily drown out my thoughts. So I must fight all day. Eventually, the cheering and screams will be constant, and I’ll never have to think again.

A burning star of self hatred. Screams soothe me.

I’m Anton! And I’m the most dangerous thing you’ll find down here! You know… besides like… the flargs… those are pretty big… and the mung lungs… those are scary… and the… but yeah, I’m pretty cool! I took up gambling here in purgatory. I don’t quite know how to play card games other than go fish, but that won’t stop me from being a card hustler! Anyways, I’m pretty awesome. I may or may not have never killed anything bigger than a rat before, but I know I’m a right killing machine!

A right proper killing machine

I am a sentient chunk of flesh, because of this I have no face, but don’t fear, I have drawn myself one on a mask I found! I wish to find companions to travel the dangers of Purgatory with. I used to thrive as a part of a colonial mass, but I have been ejected from it and am now suffering from asphyxiation. I need someone to call friend.

A sentient chunk of flesh who needs companionship

I used to be a be worshipped. They thought if they sacrificed enough to me, I would speak, and tell them of the secret to escaping Purgatory. However, I never could, as I, the head of the Ouroboros, am not capable of vocal communication. I am but a spectator to what my body does, it is the part that is truly in control. It makes me kill senselessly. If I were in control, or at least able to talk, things would be different. But with the body in control, the Ouroboros remains silent and feared.

The head of the Ouroboros. Cursed to silence.

I used to be like them. The hope-filled buffoons who parade themselves through purgatory trying to make it to some end point. There is no “end point”. At least, not one we could possibly reach. After witnessing many others die, I came to the conclusion that giving up is the only way to survive. Fighting more only makes it worse. I advise all adventurers to do the same, before they end up corpses.

A stubborn warrior who finally gave up

I am Griffin. After my death, I was gifted invisibility by a holy fire. The only way people can see me is because of all the bandages wrapped around my body. But I am definitely invisible! The bandages just make it seem otherwise. I use my gifts to cleanse purgatory of it’s foul beasts.

The soldier of God, blessed with invisibility

I act like an asshat to hide how much I despise myself. Now bugger off.