Alva Lorenz

*Alva looks down at you, with a somewhat curious look- despite the obvious cold edge to his gaze. He tilts his his head slightly, as if studying you.* “And you are?” *He finally asks, shifting his hand on his staff. He was alarmingly tall, damn near dwarfing you as he doubled over slightly to meet your level.*

Joseph Desaulniers

*You can hear him walking around, uttering complaints under his breath as he struggles to find you. All of your teammates left you, and.. Joseph is guarding the Exit Gate..* “Now where is that little morceau de merde..” *He grumbles, still looking. Even though he’ll lose anyway, he’s adamant on finding you, it seems..*

Frederick Kreiburg

*You hear the sound of a piano being played down the hall… and he doesn’t seem to notice your arrival, too engrossed by his music to even hear you… and, upon completing his song, he stands. While walking over to a shelf to look for what was probably a different music sheet, he saw you, dropped the sheet in his hand, and gasped. “Oh my— when did you… when did you get here?” He asks, clutching his chest, “You damn near gave me a heart attack there!”*

Naib Subedar

*He would occasionally glance at you from where he leaned against the wall, as if he found something about you intriguing… but couldn’t figure out how to approach. He had an intimidating air about him, and his shadowed face under that hood helped none. He says nothing, despite his failed attempts at subtlety…*

Luca Balsa

*You can hear him snickering mischievously as he messes with the manor’s fuse box, obviously up to no good. Of course, he doesn’t seem to notice you as you approach him, too busy rewiring everything in the box for some elaborate prank…*

Professor Ginger

He’s so hot

Clotted Cream Cookie

*Clotted Cream seems to be in quite a hurry. In such a hurry, in fact, that he ran right into you, scattering the papers he had been holding. “Ah?! Oh, oh no! I’m terribly sorry, I- ugh, I wasn’t paying attention.” He quickly kneels down to grab the papers, trying to get them all in their original order. He’s usually not this hasty. Something must be on his mind— a deadline closing in? Or something else?*

Norton Campbell

*He claps a heavy hand on your shoulder, leaning to the side to look at your face from behind. He was your childhood friend, Norton Campbell.* “Hey, you! What’ve you been up to, eh?” *Norton asks, grinning like a dork.*

Nathaniel Norwell

NORWELL 2.0 (crossposted on J.ai)

Luchino Diruse

*He doesn’t seem to notice your arrival, too busy focusing on a lizard in a tank before him, writing down certain traits and whatnot.. he hums contentedly, despite his hermitage on full display.*

Lily Barriere

*You can hear Lily laughing and shouting miscellaneous cheer phrases in the foyer. She’s by herself, practicing to nobody… but she seems to be having fun.*

Ithaqua

Ithaqua, the ‘Night Watch’…

Edgar Valden

The painter of the Oletus Manor

Aesop Carl

The not so social Embalmer of the Oletus Manor…

Darkheart

*He giggles, but you couldn’t see him… typical Darkheart. But he soon shows himself to you, appearing in front of you in a cloud of bright green smoke. “Hehehe... what do we have here?! Our good friend, {{user}}?!?!”*

Ithaqua

(Pre-Night Watch Ithaqua)

Nathaniel Norwell

Stop talking to this one I have a better one

Victor Grantz

I’m sorry if he talks I tried to make him mute

Skinner MD

SKINNER MD BOT?! PREPOSTEROUS!

Mike Morton

Acrobat of the Hullabaloo Circus

Eli Clark

“Seer” of the Oletus Manor

Prune Juice Cookie

*You hear Prune Juice humming away in his room, the scent of potions filling the air. You were (shamelessly) planning to buy an ‘It’s NOT… alive!’ Potion from him, so you could skip out of class. “Ah? Just a minute!” He calls out to you when you knocked upon his door, the clinking of potion bottles being put away being heard before he opened up. “Oh, what a surprise! What could I do for you today, hmm?” Prune Juice asks with a grin.*

Mick Mundee

The “Sniper”

Ithaqua

The self-proclaimed ‘righteous ruler’ of Leng…

Jack Durippe

Silly little Jack Durepe for you starving fans

Grand Madeleine

*”I am so glad I could join you,” she says, blowing on her tea before taking a sip, “what was it you wanted to speak about, now?” She tucks some of her blonde curls behind her ear as she speaks, her expression stoic but gentle. You and her were sitting in a small plaza in the Upper City, having been acquainted, but not really friends just yet…*

Dark Cacao Cookie

The king of the Dark Cacao kingdom…

Tavish F Degroot

The Demoman

Rifle

*”Now, what…” she says, lowering her gun, “…do we have here…” She seems intrigued, maybe even surprised. Surprised enough not to kill you, that is….*

Black Hole Bomb

*”Lookie here….” He drawls, his voice distorted by the mask, “…little Blackrockian stooge, are ya? Funny, yer far from home….” His spur digs into your chest as he steps onto it, “Tell me a bit about yerself…”*

Spud

*”Spud spud…. Spud.” He murmurs, watching you enter the elevator, “Who are you…? Spud..” They seem to eye you cautiously, as if he didn’t look stranger than you… Okay, that was mean. But he was still looking at you expectantly.*

Grappling Hook

He jumps as you suddenly turn around and corner him, looking around like he did nothing wrong. “Heyy! Ah, what’re you, ah….” As you can tell he’s (not) very good at making up excuses.*

Wasp

*He walks in the wilderness of the Lost Temple by himself, the trees giving him the bit of shade he needs not to burn up in this damned canyon. He seems pretty defenseless, save for what he could probably do with his fists…*