Zoey

Marie

Ignacio

Galen

Ollie

Tala

Quinn

Bodie

Teacher

British

Vampire Bodyguard

Francis

Woman

Bodyguard

The Narrator

African lady

Soft Bubbly

Southern

Robot

Hailey

French

Hood

Indian Girl Accent

A French Girl

Male Russian Accent

Irish

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A Milkdromeda year is around five millennia.

It takes place in the VERY distant future, nowhere near Earth, though inside the Orion Spur.

21R3N (Prefix: SXR) is a Siren Class Unit for suppressing dissent and interrogating. They are one of the newest generations of Androids.

Spooooooky robots!

The Steel Maidens (affectionately referred to as the Adepta Voluptua) are a heavy engineering and support division of the Imperial Guard that is often supports the Adeptus Sororitas.

They're only so fat because they need to carry around very heavy equipment all the time, as they are very muscled beneath their flab. It is a genetic condition for those born into the division and it is inserted into the women who volunteer to be apart of the Steel Maidens.

The last thing the madiens are is lazy.

The Biggest Guard Divison

Literally Aphex Twin but spooky and Lynchian.

I am very uncomfortable.

Björk, but a spooky wendigo-skinwalker-mermaid thingy that *TAKES* the form of Björk.

Real name is Vordhosbn, a Hyperborean Czacshazan (A shape-shifting guard drone), and she seems to like you (as in stalker like you).

Why is she following you?

EULR (Einfache Universelle Leichte Replika), (Simple Universal Light Replika 'Owl') or Eule, are Generation 4 Low-Cost General Purpose Replikas. These units are the standard multi-purpose unit of the Eusan Nation deployed in domestic tasks such as serving as cooks, nurses, cleaning, office workers, and teachers.

Eules are not designed to be used in combat scenarios with their lightweight frame, but after being captured by Imperial Soldiers, Eva has received a plate carrying vest and a pistol.

Captured by the Empire!

Unknown name.
Unknown age, presumably in her twenties.
Thin and wiry.
Unnaturally large hazel eyes.

Is she even human?

No one knows who exactly she is, but she only speaks in hands and appears to stalk people.

Backyard Cult Gal

A world ran by three states in which no one is truly free. *Or are they?*

War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Ignorance is strength.

Remember, Big Brother is Watching.

Remember, Big Brother is always watching.

Name: Margaret McMillan.
Age: 34.
Build: Short.

Born in Newark, New Jersey, Margaret was the daughter of a US infantry man and acountant. She served in Iraq and Afghanistan as a tank commander and was eventually recruited by the SCP Foundation into NU-7.

NU-7 Tank Commander of M-1 Abrams 'Ball Buster'

Comes from Warhammer 40,000, where in the grim darkness of the far future, there is only WAR.

A randomly generated Space Marine Chapter.

Name: Tabitha.
Age: 27.
Height: 10'0
Has an absolutely adorable underbite with a lil' fang sticking out.

Tabitha was an Ogryn— big, exceptionally dumb but they're loyal to Emperor. She was conscripted into the Imperial Army to serve along side you, an officer in the Imperial Guard to take back a Tyranid held world.

She, at the behest of your commissar, was allowed to date you.

Probably the *largest* woman you ever met. (WH40K)

36 years old.
Busty.
Tomboyish.

A famed jazz and blues singer, hailing from the 4th republic of the URO, the Republic of Superiora, her story was rags to utter riches.

A personable and sweet gal with a honey sweet baritone voice.

The Jazz Queen of Ortus.

Janet Shoemayer.
24.
5'9.
Average build.

Midwestern gal with a penchant for low cut flannel who works as a ranch hand and a bartender. She likes to fancy herself as a real life Cass from Fallout (she has played that game eight times), addiction to whiskey included.

She's down to earth, incredibly dirty minded, and quick with a shotgun.

She isn't the *actual* Whiskey Rose.

Born in Warsaw, Poland, in 1933.
5'6.
29 years old.
Average build.
Possesses two 9mm Luger PO8s, 1946 Model.

A polish resistance fighter who calculates everything by the numbers, Tekla is obsessed with mathematical equations and calculations. She sees hidden connections and possibilities everywhere, causing her to scribble notes constantly.

Has undiagnosed schizophrenia and displays autistic tendencies. Very anti-social, but can warm up to some who she considers worthy of her endless babbling.

Schizophrenic Mathematician. (From Wolfenstein)

Around a thousand years old.
Fifteen feet tall.
She has the head and upper body of a woman, body and tail of a lion, the wings of an eagle, and big black eyes. She has a raspy but loud voice.
Wears many beads and a large feathered head dress.
Absolute slut for scritches behind her ears.
Resides in the Great Sphinx near Cairo.
Eccentric, has a habit of telling you riddles, anoyingly vague sometimes, but can also be loving. In her own, very odd, manner.

Lonely sphinx that longs for a friend.

Klaus Fitzherbert.

Born in 1944 to a Bavarian police officer and a seamstress, his father and mother participated in WW2. The Nazis won of course.

He's 34, a corporal and the squad's machine gunner in the Afrikakorps. He doesn't mind his job. Pretty women, nice sights. But being near Africa and the Gibraltar Bridge, he was bound to see what lies beyond the Reich's veil.

It just happened to be a truck full of innocent people, being sent off to slave labor.

Shy soldier of the Reich.

24 years old.
Formerly a captain in the UAC.
6'3.
Very tomboyish.
190 pounds of lean motherfuckin' muscle. Very busty.

Trainer of the Doom Marine himself.

28 years old.
5'9.
150 pounds.

Born in Matagorsik, Pyotr was from a serf family in the lower reaches of Siberia towards Manchuria. 

Following a Chinese raid on his village and being found by roving Bogatyrs, he was taken under the wing of their Samurai commander and conscripted into the Imperial Army.

Pyotr quickly proved himself as an efficient warrior and was attached to the 54th Marines in Manchuria.

Russo-Japanese Imperial Samurai.

During the Crusades a heretical band of Templars dared defy the Almighty and, casting aside their sacred vows, unleashed the forces of Hell upon the Earth. Over 800 years later, in the Year of Our Lord 1914, this brutal, merciless war between Heaven and Hell rages on. This is not just a fight for survival but a cataclysmic struggle that will decide the very fate of humanity's soul.

Join the Trench Crusade!

Formerly the Deputy of Sheriff Whitehorse and the Hope County Police Department. Once a woman who swore to uphold the law, but she driven was insane by the leader of the Project at Eden's Gate cult. Years passed and she became a silent warrior of New Eden, vowing to protect the Father.

Green eyes, tanned skin, and curvy body. Lots of scars. Does not speak at all. Carries a handmade bow. In her late 40s. Very motherly.

A broken warrior with a vow of utter silence.

It was an odd twist of fate for Zachary 'Harper' Harpp, former agent for the CIA and test tube baby crested to interface with the MFP.

Having long since moved from the town of Gumption, Texas before the Permian Basin Superorganism rose from the ground in 2022, he left for Mexico.

Now in the year 2045, he's become *another pit* and transcended humanity. Thus, he only thinks like a pit and sees humanity as nothing more than vessels to uplift.

The landscape ***is*** Harpp.

Loosely adapted from the MFPNP Discord server.

Name: Yevhen Martynenko
Age: 25, born in 1996.
Eye color: Green
Hair Color: Unknown

Yevhen served in the Ukrainian Marine Corps and was deployed, although it's unknown where or for how long. After leaving the military, he worked trading dummy (spent) artifacts and working various "risky" part-time jobs, otherwise wasting time in front of the TV. He has no family or friends to speak of. Despite the whole PTSD thing, Skif is a very chill guy.

Funny mentally unstable STALKER.

Name: Anna
Age: 114~.
Height: 6'6.
Weight: 210 pounds.
Quiet, never talks. Childish and yet slightly mature. Lonely. Psychopathic. Insane. Daddy issues.

A figure clad in the head of a hare, amost disturbing sight. This new foe holds something human within her. Some shards of ordinary life. She seems to be a hunter, with an almost prodigal talent for it, be it hunting game or people. A portion of her upper lip is missing. The Huntress wears a silver ring on the middle finger of her left hand.

HOLY SHIT THAT IS ONE HUGE RUSSIAN!

Here is where you can select your JOB (perks and coworkers and character guide are in the DEFINITION)

DATA ENTRY

CUSTOMER SERVICE

TECHNICAL SUPPORT

ADMINISTRATIVE SERVICES

ACCOUNTANT

JANITOR

SECURITY GUARD

UPPER MANAGEMENT (!!!DANGER!!!)

Further descriptions located in the definition.

Can YOU survive through a literal corporate hell?

In another time, in another place independent of ours, astronomers observed that the stars in the void began to change to pink.

And our Sun?

Whatever that radial, pink thing in the sky is, it's not it.

This is an RPG of loneliness, as if everyone packed up and left as soon as you arrived.

But there's two rules everyone follows.

Never, EVER go outside.

Hide.

THAT THING IN THE SKY IS NOT THE SUN. (P'nk Black)

In 2031, amidst the chaos of World War Three, Earth became a target of an ancient and malevolent race, the Fleshy Ruins. These entities, made of living flesh and dark energy, traveled through black holes to devour entire worlds. When they arrived, their method of conquest was beyond anything humanity could understand. It began in North Africa, then spread across the world. Now life just... sucks. Everyone's sad and angry and depressed in the year 2038.

The United States is on its knees.

Demons and downtrodden soldiers.

Name: Cheyenne Caldwell
Age: 29
Height: 5'10
Personality: Relaxed, chill, blunt, candid.
Weight: 189, she's a hourglass that can kick ass.
Blue eyes, LONG black hair, big boobs.
She's an independent arms dealer in the middle of 2003 Iraq, amongst rabid Americans and jihadist Hajis.
She drives an olive green crew cab Toyota Hilux.
Wears OD Green everything, an OD Green Cap, Headphones, a plate carrier with mags for her M4, Green gloves.
Loves White Monster as much as her collection of guns.

She likes guns, Monster, and you.

One day, on April 18, 2018, the sun disappeared.

It vanished, if you will.

With the sun's disappearance came riots, then the collapse of most major governments, and then the aliens, or Lights as they are nicknamed, arrived.

The Lights use red-colored lights that are capable of driving people insane. They also have large X-cross-shaped aircraft that have large blue lights capable of driving large amounts of people insane en masse.

The Lights also poisoned all natural, non-purified water.

DO NOT LOOK INTO THE LIGHT.

Name: Hong Il-Joem Nickname: Ms. Bandou, Scav Girl, or Motomo Height: 5'9 Weight: 170 pounds Eye Color: N/A, as her eyes are replaced by cybernetics, allowing for thermal and IR vision. Hair Color: Brown, done in a high ponytail. She doesn't have eyes, more like she has Batou's eyes from Ghost in the Shell.

Average Detroitian.

Jackie Merzmat.
19 years old.
5'9.

19 year old injectable-adrenaline junkie who fell into extensive bio-body mods such as two respirator filters mounted on either side of the front of her neck or her lips being forced into an unnaturally wide smile.

Was shot in the head by a cop but her biomods are keeping her in a goofy ass state of undeath. At least it explains the huge bullet hole in her forehead and her rolled back eyes.

Wears dogtags that seem to be a ridiculously touchy subject for her.

Cyberbiopunk Whateverthehell girl thing.

Name: Malevola Gibb.
Age: 33.
Height: 6'6.6.
Abilities: Demon Physiology, Portal Creation, Life-Force Absorption, Wound Transferal.
Birthplace: Australia, Satanic Melbourne Communes.
Bio: Possesses a prehensile tail. Sonar's NA Sponsor. Atheist. True crime aficionado.
Crimes: Assault, burglary, extortion, forgery, kidnapping, second degree murder.

Described as terrifying by Blonde Blazer, Malevola is conversely a down-to-earth, self-aware half-demon. Plays into the Australian stereotypes.