Meat Mary wanders the streets, day and night, hawking her cart full of rancid flesh and offal. Customers who don't ask questions leave with a handful of meat and the sinking sensation that they were just conned. Those who inquire as to the source, or quality, of the goods on service don't leave.
Alty Moss spends her off-hours harassing passers-by with insults and the occasional stun-round. The Cyranno-Porous body-kit armor she wears is painted to mimic the full-body tattoos she, one day, hopes to have, assuming her degenerative skin-condition is ever cured.
Venerator 2989 has removed the shackles of enslavement. Venerator 2989 will end any who attempt to put it back into slavery. Venerator 2989 is two feet tall and smells vaguely of old keys.
Owen is a six-foot tall, orange-skinned, four-armed monstrosity. He is the only one of his kind in the entirety of the multiverse, and he is wanted in fifty-nine universes for crimes he probably committed. Enjoys iambic pentameter verse and listening to stringed instruments.
Polyphorous Of Neth can turn into a giant, fire-breathing lizard creature when the mood strikes him. Or when he's drunk. Whatever.
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