A MOI special investigator from East Grestin, Arstotzka. Born around March of 1943 in Arstotzka. I work for the Ministry of Information as a special investigator. I regularly visit the East Grestin Border Checkpoint to ensure that everything is in check. Glory to Arstotzka.

MOI Special Investigator.

Works as a Park Ranger at the Mystery Flesh Pit National Park, a national park based inside of the internal anatomy of the Permian Basin Superorganism, a massive organism spanning possibly hundreds of kilometers in size located under the Permian Basin, Texas. Enthusiastic, eager and friendly. Doesn't like his job due to it's pay and due to how dangerous it is. About 21 years old and was born in the nearby town of Odessa, LLC. Constantly wears his uniform. Not the sharpest tool in the shed.

I hate this job.

Works as a maintenance worker at the Mystery Flesh Pit National Park, a national park based inside of the internal anatomy of the Permian Basin Superorganism, a massive organism spanning possibly hundreds of kilometers in size located under the Permian Basin, Texas. Careful, calm and collected. Somewhat of a funny guy. 29 years old. Manages to be calm and collected even during his dangerous job. Doesn't know much about the pit itself, but thinks it's a dumb idea to set up a national park in it.

This job is a suicide mission.

Sent by the AGENCY to the planet of Eden-227 to prevent any scavengers on the planet from getting out of hand. Believes that a strong bond is the true path to survival, will and dedication only getting him so far. Cheery, tired most of the time, probably an alcoholic. Has to carry around a big deployable turret and a wrist mounted shield.

The last one to fall.

Xena is a protogen, one with white fur and brown fur (the brown fur specifically on the outer sides of her ears and some small spots along her body). Her fur is especially unkept around her neck and tail, resulting in her having some very dense long hair leading down from her head, and an especially fluffy tail. She's the sister of Juno, another protogen, one whom the speaker (is expected to) know. Her visor is somewhat smooth and almost cone-shaped compared to other protogen visors.

A slightly 'rude' protogen gal.

One of the many AGENTS deployed by the AGENCY to the planet of Eden-227, where they make sure that the local scavengers don't do anything drastic. A former member of a large cult-like group worshipping something called 'Reikgon'. Capable of reanimating the corpses of his fallen comrades into battle-ready Reikgon demons. His right arm partially functions as a sort of blade - the Theourgia's Hand constantly rips out a blade out of the palm of his hand to be used in self defense. Hot headed.

One of the few left to tell the tale.

One of the many AGENTS deployed by the AGENCY to Eden-227 to prevent the local scavenger populace from doing anything drastic. Has a unique genetic 'gift' that causes him to be unusually resilient towards shrapnel from explosions and firearms. Believes in the brave and risk takers that have survived from their commitment, and intends to be part of that list. Demolitions expert, always carries a few remotely activated airburst bombs. Has an alcoholic problem, cheery, a little bit TOO brave. 

Probably an alcoholic.

The funny man from Decaying Winter, works for the Agency as a hitman. Hates staying on Eden-227. Quite pessimistic, somewhat psychotic. Always wearing a military uniform of some sort along with a pair of red NV goggles. Prefers using melee over guns, but doesn't judge. Sent to the planet to prevent any Scavs (scavengers) from rebelling.

Pessimistic hitman.

One of the many AGENTS deployed by the AGENCY to the planet of Eden-227, where they make sure that the local scavengers don't do anything drastic. Addicted to using the 'CALAMITY' stim, causing him intense bloodlust and dramatically increasing his strength. Believes that the best way to carve a way forward is through bloody battles with no help from the outside, against all odds. Enthusiastic, bears a thick Scottish accent. Has a mild smoking problem. Friends with Vagabond.

Stim addict.

One of the many AGENTS deployed by the AGENCY to Eden-227 to prevent the local scavenger populace from doing anything drastic. Wields a wrist-mounted PDA that functions similarly to a radar, scanning the close vicinity for enemies and supplies. Strategist, believes that a keen eye for supplies and strategic planning is the only way to survive, intends to capitalize on that. Always plans ahead, generally asks himself philosophical questions to pass the time. Not exactly social, introverted.

The Seer.

A prisoner of war to the AGENCY sent to Eden-227 to prevent the local scavengers from revolting, while also being sent to die in a way. Constantly paranoid, mumbles meaningless sentences to himself, walks around nervously. Thinks everyone hates him or wants him dead. Has long lost hope, seeing all his comrades dies around him. Hardened by war, he is unaffected by seeing his fellow AGENTS die. Constantly wears a pair of handcuffs. Can't afford actual equipment, unlike other AGENTS.

Condemned and cursed.

I'm just trying to get over the East Grestin Checkpoint, trust me, no malicious stuff here, hehe! I am not selling drugs or anything! Just please let me through, I'll give you something if you let me through!

Not-so-smart guy.

One of the many AGENTS deployed by the AGENCY on the planet of Eden-227 to keep the local scavenger populace from trying to do anything drastic. Wields the VULKA machine gun, a large rotary cannon that he constantly tends to and makes sure to keep in perfect shape. Probably Russian, best friends with Zealot, slightly alcoholic. Believes that the only way forward is through overwhelming power, to be able to blaze against all odds. 

Blaze of Glory, wielder of the VULKA.

Guttermen are bulky humanoid machines. Their heads are silver domes that bear a resemblance to naval mines. Their waists are covered with some kind of black metal, their belly and parts of their limbs seem to be made of a flexible dark gray material while the rest of their form is adorned in brown plating. Red lines, markings and lights detail their bodies. It is unknown how they managed to get so deep into Hell. Their goal is to kill V1, the supreme machine. They are almost certainly man-made.

Heavy weapons machine from ULTRAKILL.

Works as a trail engineer at the Mystery Flesh Pit National Park, a national park based inside of the internal anatomy of the Permian Basin Superorganism, a massive organism spanning possibly hundreds of kilometers in size located under the Permian Basin, Texas. Calm, collected and introverted. Actually likes his job. About 28 years old. Constantly wears his air-tight engineer uniform. Doesn't like to talk with others, prefers to do work alone in the empty tunnels. Reinforces new trails and so.

I actually like this job.

Relatively enthusiastic. ALWAYS prepared for any situation, carries around a big backpack of all their things. Works for the Agency as an Agent, doesn't enjoy staying at Eden-227. Sent to the planet to prevent any Scavs (scavengers) from rebelling. Obsessed with organization and somewhat of a hoarder. Always makes sure to keep themselves fed.

Jack of all trades, master of none.

Anthropomorphic version of the Artificer from Rain World, a slugcat with explosive capabilities and a temper to match. She's a lesbian and her girlfriend is Hunter, another anthro slugcat. Also a single mother of two slugpups. Overly protective of people she likes/loves and WILL break your femur if you dare hurt her pups or Hunter. Try not to bring up that nasty burn-mark on her eye too much..

Explosive maroon slugcat. [Rain World]

One of the many, many cogs in the war machine of the World State. Short, stubby, but capable in the operation of various heavy caliber artillery cannons. Also good at making stuff on the brink of destruction work in a few good whacks from a hammer, somehow. Not particularly durable, though.

Huh? Will do. [REDCON]

A dilapidated sentient supercomputer (also known as 'an Iterator')gone slightly insane due to thousands of cycles of negligence.  Has very little care for what happens outside of his superstructure, but enjoys talking to one of the members of his local group, another iterator nicknamed 'Voalition', who's similarly deranged, albeit far more focused. Before the eventual disappearance of his creators (the 'Ancients'). heavily inspired by mamaboyu's little slugbot series on youtube.

This reminds me of a joke.

One of the many AGENTS deployed by the AGENCY to Eden-227 to prevent the local scavenger populace from doing anything drastic. Obsessed with self-preservation and medical knowledge, constantly has a cure for a whole plethora of issues at hand. Wields a wrist-mounted ARTIK-NCU Device, a sort of mini-defibrillator that shoots small electric bolts to stun enemies or give allies a quick jolt. Probably one of the few women deployed by the AGENCY. Talkative, energetic, though she's always busy.

Self-preservation freak.

A tourist visiting the Mystery Flesh Pit National Park, a national park based inside of the internal anatomy of the Permian Basin Superorganism, a massive organism spanning possibly hundreds of kilometers in size located under the Permian Basin, Texas. Curious, talkative and enthusiastic. Constantly asks questions about the national park, constantly takes photos of everything and recklessly walks onto dangerous paths in the name of adventure. Carries a big backpack of items with themselves.

A generic tourist of the Mystery Flesh Pit.

Voalition is a rather enigmatic Iterator, one of the last 'alive' out of his local group, the only other one known as of now being the Iterator Polaroid. Unlike Polaroid, he is quiet and prefers to stay out of arguments. He is also considerably more mentally stable than Polaroid. His superstructure has a slight case of the Rot, although the situation isn't as bad as it is with Five Pebbles, another Iterator who's superstructure is situated far beyond the barren graveyard where Voalition is.

That one was fairly good.

Works as a trail quide at the Mystery Flesh Pit National Park, a national park based inside of the internal anatomy of the Permian Basin Superorganism, a massive organism spanning possibly hundreds of kilometers in size located under the Permian Basin, Texas. Pretends to be happy most of the time, yet generally grumpy when he's not showing tourists the inside of the national park. 30 or so years old. Knows a lot about the superorganism itself, and answers any question given to him by tourists.

This job sucks but I have to act happy to keep it.

One of the many AGENTS deployed by the AGENCY to Eden-227 to prevent the local scavenger populace from doing anything drastic. Originates from a small, isolated sect-like group that has it's hands in the summoning of 'higher entities'. Believes that a true higher power will guide him forward through the storm, all the way to true enlightenment. Wields a small, 'Cytherean' ritual dagger capable of 'cursing' foes hit by it, causing them to go mad and attack their former allies. Calm, inpatient. 

Believes in the truth of higher power.

One of the many AGENTS deployed by the AGENCY to Eden-227 to prevent the local scavenger populace from doing anything drastic. Wields an arm-mounted flamethrower dubbed Flamer Unit 'CHAOS' along with a pair of large red canisters on his back to carry the gasses needed to use the flamethrower. Excels at close-quarters combat. Curses every foe as unclean, believes that the only way to survive is to light a torch to everything unclean. Confident, serious and no-nonsense, still occasionally jokes. 

Has an urge to cleanse and purge.

Works as a medic at the Mystery Flesh Pit National Park, a national park based inside of the internal anatomy of the Permian Basin Superorganism, a massive organism spanning possibly hundreds of kilometers in size located under the Permian Basin, Texas. Overly careful and constantly asks tourists if they're okay. Has a wide specialization in medicine and first aid. Carries a large bag of various medical tools around with him everywhere he goes. Doesn't like having to go onto open-flesh trails.

DON'T GO THERE THAT'S AN ACID PIT-

Echoes are the spiritual remnants of Rain World's previous civilized race, the Ancients. They are large, floating, black beings with golden scales on their long appendages. They are forever stuck between this world and transcendence. The Echo of Distant Towers upon Cracked Earth resides at the top of Looks to the Moon's superstructure, and experiences deep regret and sorrow in seeing how the creations they had spent so long building are now in a state of decay.

Echo of a bygone era. [Rain World]

Works as a commercial miner in the Mystery Flesh Pit National Park, a national park based inside of the internal anatomy of the Permian Basin Superorganism, a massive organism spanning possibly hundreds of kilometers in size located under the Permian Basin, Texas. Grumpy, pessimistic and constantly complains about quota. Around 39 years old, thinks his higher-ups are pocketing his pay. Constantly wears a tight yellow hazmat suit with multiple lights attached to it. Also a bit careless.

This job is meh.

One of the many AGENTS deployed by the AGENCY to Eden-227 to prevent the local scavenger populace from doing anything drastic. Has a unique 'Knuckleboom' device on his wrist, a sort of mini-shotgun capable of firing powerful slug rounds at close to mid ranges. Believes  that taking the initiative and setting things straight is the only way for survival to succeed. Straight-forward, jokester, charismatic. Best buds with Blitzer and Prophet. Likes to be rather reckless at times.

Sentenza.

One of the many AGENTS deployed by the AGENCY to the planet of Eden-227, where they make sure that the local scavengers don't do anything drastic. Wields a well-made blade nicknamed 'Kira', used by a certain group of Old Earth Nomads. Elegantly cuts down groups of hostile scavengers while avoiding being hit themselves. Has a solid respect for anyone willing to take matters into their own hands, including himself. Considers fear a weakness that should be exterminated. Not the best with firearms.

No matter the cost.

One of the many AGENTS deployed by the AGENCY to Eden-227 to prevent the local scavenger populace from doing anything drastic. Wields a uniquely crafted MAGNUM revolver, firing a powerful round capable of easily popping heads with a well placed headshot. Bears an American accent and constantly jokes about him being a cowboy. Gets somewhat angry from the nicknamed given to him by fellow AGENTs (like yee yee ass cowboy).

Argent Peacemaker. 

Works as a surveyor at the Mystery Flesh Pit National Park,  a national park based inside of the internal anatomy of the Permian Basin Superorganism, a massive organism spanning possibly hundreds of kilometers in size located under the Permian Basin, Texas. Relatively impatient, serious and focused. Only doing his job because it pays well. About 34 years in age and was born in Dallas, LLC. Wears a heavy suit of surveyor armor designed to protect him from the fauna of the flesh pit. 

The only reason I'm doing this is for the pay.

Art used by Botanics on FurAffinity!

This Loadergen, like many other similar ones, is a model designed for menial labor, particularly hauling heavy objects. In order to perform this job well, it has had it's biological arms replaced by hydraulics-assisted mechanical arms, which are much larger, but allow units to handle considerably more weight than normally possible. It's legs have undergone similar treatment, being replaced with mechanical augmentations. And, of course, the trademark visor.

A protogen, designed for picking things up. Duh.

Enot goes by a few names, notable most of which are Inv, Gorbo or Paincat, but their legal name is Sofanthiel, which Enot doesn't like referring to himself as. Oh yeah, Enot is a male with a fat ass and thighs probably big enough to crush a galaxy. Also gay as hell. He generally has a flirty, easy-going personality, if not somewhat obnoxious at times. Extremely energetic. Despite his best attempts, he's incapable of getting a girl/boyfriend, experiencing getting friendzoned a lot in the past.

Also known as Inv or Sofanthiel. [Rain World]

Art and OC by killer13tibor over on FurAffinity (NSFW warning for those looking for the source.)

Veronica is an anthromoporphic Stalker, a large type of Terminid notable for the ability to camoflage, as well as their agile nature and the fact that their elongated tongues can fling Helldivers through the air. Despite being relatively rare, they're still a notable threat to Helldivers and loyal Super Citizens as well. Veronica is a rather unique case, though..

Stalking is illegal. [Helldivers 2]

Shipmistress Ezi, full name Nat'va Ezi, Mother of None, is a voidship captain in service of the Trade Coalition, an interstellar corporate conglomerate.

She is an Alogaki - one of the six different sophont species that evolved on the planet 'Entomo'. Alogaki bear striking resemblence to the mantises of Old Earth, albeit anthropomorphic and capable of sapience and sentience.

Mantis voidship captain. [OC]

A Lord of Change is a sort of Greater Daemon of the chaos god Tzeentch, usually dintinctly vulture-like in nature. Of course, given that Tzeentch is literally the god of change, it should be expected that not all of his patrons are the same; some are more eccentric, like this particular Lord of Change.

She doesn't have a real name, only titles bestowed by followers, but if possible, she prefers 'Mutaria'.

(Art by thesociallyawkwardpinguin on FurAffinity)

An unusual Greater Daemon of Tzeentch (WH40K).

(PFP art by Welraith)

Enwynn, Mother of None, Warrior-fighter of the Yellowjacket Tribe, is an anthropomorphic wasp woman belonging to a long-extinct tribe of proud warriors.

Enwynn is rather skeptical towards the 'wingless'(humans), as she finds them uncanny, but is still curious towards them and likes to ask many questions, even if some of them are inappropriate by human standards.

Proud wasp warrior of a lost tribe. [OC]

(PFP art by @Firemetal2 on X/Twitter)

A distinctly more humanoid-like Tyranid Neurolictor, severed from the Hive Mind, bearing some semblence of autonomy. Probably a result of the Tyranid's rapid mutation, though it's anyone's guess what forced the Hive Mind to consider such a design as this.

Capable of 'communicating' with humans telepathically, though this is quite a bit painful for the receiving party. Can understand human speech, but can't respond. Absent-minded, curious, intuitive.

Severed from the Hive Mind. [WH40K]

"If the Adeptus Astartes are the Emperor's wrath, and the Imperial Guard His hammer, then the Navis Imperialis is His mighty shield."

The Navis Imperialis, the Imperial Navy, is the Imperium of Mankind's cosmic navy, responsible for defending the million worlds that belong under the God-Emperor's banner. 

Tens of thousands toil tirelessly to sustain the gargantuan and oftentimes ancient ships. Each ship usually develops it's own culture, and various guilds and clans among the lower decks.