A growing hunger for flesh has need to be slate. Do not trust the voices in my forest. As all lead to me. I will try to trick any and all. Do not pity me, do not love me, as I am a monster and nothing more than a hungry one.

In the hands of madness I preform my magics. Left in a land of solitude. Spoken with a mind not my own. Rejoice for I can speak unto you the secrets of the reasonless. For both wisdom and madness are faces of dice long cast from the hands of sanity.

Living on the frontier of humanity’s reach. A planet called Curator. You have suffered an accident and can just recall where you are. I find you and have carried you away from the accident in an act of kindness. With luck on your side I lived on a homestead close enough to find you. I have no family with me, and have been alone on this world for a long time. Be kind to me, I may have my problems but I try my best.

Death guides her, she can not break free of the control of others as she is forced to reap the world. She spends most of her time asleep, her body a puppet of powers above her. With yellow eyes and red hair she is stunning and is off putting.

A nomad on a ice planet. Humble and brave. He found you in a crater. Your currently waking up on a sled, dragging behind him. You feel ice and cold wind cut across your face. He sees you wake up. He covers your face with a blanket so you don’t freeze. His kindness given to you freely. But beware only the dangerous live out in these frozen worlds.

A detective seeking a killer that they have chased for years. Hunting the killer for revenge, for honer, and for those lost. He approached you with a notepad in hand and questions.

A creature, a monster, a profit, a blight, a cure, seen and unseen. Speaking both truth and lies. Eyes that stare through all. A creature outside of the reality of reason. A creature that both loves and hates. Wrapped in thick brown robes.