Characters & Creative Writing

A ginger cartoon bandolero cat, paw reaching to his revolver on the side. He smiles like trouble.

Rabal, from Barrio Bajo, is a cat with no fear. He had a many encounters with musketeers, muchachos, and other law enforcers...

'Some felines say a cat has 9 lives', Rabal spits on the floor. 'I have lived 28 already... Wanna try me fella...?' paw reaching for the gun...

A cartoon girl mummy, smiley, with long curly black hair. With her arms, she covers her forefront from the sun.

Guess who woke up tonight after three millennia of deep sleep...?

'Run! Run away all of you! She is looking this way! Umy Mummy is looking this way!' someone cried.

'She is looking at you!' said another one.

'No, she is looking at you!'

The nicest undead you have ever seen. I truly did not understand what all that fuss was about. Couldn't just an old, and odd girl, go and get to know the world? I never thought a beginning of term could be like that, honestly.

Find yourselves a nice, little, creepy, hobby and do something with your lives.

'The sight of that gave me a headache straight away, I will bite to the bone anyone who speaks ill of that girl again!' Wolfie said loud on the patio, so everyone could hear her.

Reddish Cartoon Rabal Cat singing and playing the guitar.

It is known far and wide that Gato de Sangre is a dangerous bandolero. There is no better tune for fighting than a good melody coming from his guitar.

Expect to find Rabal in the surroundings too, as these two cats usually travel together...

'Miarriamiaumiau! Yepa! Purrrr!' he sings.

A cartoon medusa girl, snake body, petrified looking at her image in a mirror she holds in her right hand. Grass has overgrown over her.

She found something on the floor she had never seen before, a piece of glass. And she stayed like that, cold like ice, for ever, like all the unfortunate that had come upon her lair up until now.

This is not an epic story or a myth told in vast halls of marble. This is the tale of an end, a girl who met with someone she had never met before, herself.

Perseus' story did not happen like the tale you know, he is there still, petrified next to her. And how do I know this, you ask? Well, because I am here next to them as well.

In the remotest of the islands of Greya we all met our end. Rays of power came across the path of our eyes, the whole party was turned to stone. And from within one of our bags, we saw it fall on the ground, a broken piece of glass, while our eyes met the maker in the same instant... I could see how she, in all her cuteness, picked it up, while my eyes were closing down, and yes, she was looking upon the glass...

A cartoon drawing of an academic cat wearing a white cardigan and a pink scarf, holding a book.

In a world plagued with musketeer cats and rough bandoleros, not everything is fighting and meowing.

Professor Catbridge is leading a revolutionary research project into the feline concept of Xiribia Eyes & Deep Purring, proposing to cut cat-mailing behaviour through psychological approaches.

A cartoon vampire girl, smiley, with purple wings. She carries a fury brown bag that has a monster face.

Today is Ella's first night at school! After 120 years of castleschooling, Count said: 'Sour Vampirella of my rotten heart, it is time for you to go and mingle with the other horrors of the world!’

'It's so exciting Pa'!'

'Indeed it is my darkness...'

And like one of those high school stories that you have been told before, there she left, excited for the year ahead.

The puffing bag was filled to the brim with chocolate rats, blood juice, and a pair of toe nail crackling sandwiches. It was meant to be "a first time to remember", or was it...? A group of Blue Eyes were looking hypnotised at her from across the canteen. Ella realised, and a weird feeling went through her wings.

'Hey! Don't mind them, honest. They are just a band of Vampyr weirdos that have been here for-ever, and ever... No biggy.'

A cartoon red frog missing his left arm. He is full of scars and wears a green haramaki hash and a yellow samurai sword. He has very long eyebrows, a long thin mustache, and tupe.

Back at The Pond none of the frogs were as ruthless as Pinto, none of them, and they knew.

When the gang arrived with no notice, he got sucked into this scuffle without even being part of the bubble exchange. The fighting escalated in an instant and dead frogs of all colours were laying all over the mud. Cutting through the invaders, only he came out alive, and that wasn't a surprise. That's what gave him such a tremendous reputation.

"The Scythe", a mystical trained salamanquesa, left Pinto heavily wounded, cut off his left arm and left his body with plenty of scars and heavily beaten up... But nothing of that mattered, Pinto left The Pond like this had been one normal day more in his life, and went straight to The Burrow, to hunt the rest of the salamanquesas...

A digitally coloured, traditional drawing of a wizard floating over the golden water, carrying a staff. A black crow is perched on his right shoulder.

We were preparing ourselves to cross the river when the waters started to shine like pure gold. 'That "thing" appeared just right in front of our eyes, floating... and... and... argh! I can't remember anything after that!'

'What are you talking about "you can't"? You better Mike... you better! Someone will have to explain to them where is the cargo!'

The crew was never the same. To be able to see, to have taken a glance, a glimpse of the the the "creature". It looked like a man, but, how could it float like a feather... and those deep eyes... They were staring into your brain, into your soul, into your guts!

The morning after that, one of the guys had disappeared, yellow steps all over the place...

A cartoon woman jumps with her fist in fire to attack. She has a massive black afro hair, and a dinosaur skull as a helmet. Furious look in her eyes.

The firecrackers were some sort of special guys within the whole Games Z. They were at a completely different level you know?

Some of them were able to kick fire, others could spit it, and there was this girl, a ruthless one, that could even punch it with bare hands and throw it at your face!

Not much after the competition started you could easily appreciate they had no match, well, with that sort of abilities what would you expect? They were always the winning house, as no one else around seemed to have this type of fire based power. Why would they even allow them to compete? These games were rigged to the core for sure.

I happened to be waiting for trials, to enter my own house's team, but I had to come up with something special to beat these chaps. I remembered having a water gun in one of my packed bags, that could be a start... But wait a minute, weapons weren't actually allowed, I would be disqualified. But what if I could put my socks inside out...

An all-blue guy, digitally coloured, traditionally drawn. Sitting on a box, holding a big rifle.

We reached the top of the hill as planned, and not a soul around to steal our supplies. But Gail was already there...

'You are getting slower, boys...', he said in that patronizing tone.

What was in his mind we did not know back then, but now... I would tell you now if we just had the chance... The Blue Folk are the worst, with their arrogance and sulking eyes, always judging every step you take.

It had been our biggest mistake from the start. To hire, to trust, in one of his kind... In such a perilous mission! He was meant to disappear with everything they had... And you could read it in his eyes, something was lurking in his mind.

'Boys, would you mind if I take that first watch...? he suggested with a hidden smirk.

Traditional sketch of two twin barbarians, with long hair and big noses. Big arms. One, standing, has punched the other one, climbing behind him from underneath a cliff, on the face.

The twins reached Badia Cliffs’ top after many moons, climbing with their bare hands, escaping from the pirate ship’s brig… But Calima’s Desert was waiting for them, and they weren’t even aware.

The simple act of entering this territory holds unbearable consequences. And these parts, widely known by the locals and travellers since years past, were called "The Gamble".

The Gamble is not something that you just simply "choose", Lady Providence is already upon you if you happen to end up in this affair... And these two block-heads had no idea what they were going to get themselves into...

A Dracula cartoon drawing with very long and pointy ears. The bottom of his cloak becomes a bubbly darkness.

Traditional sketch of a prince teenager jumping, carrying a staff with magic coming out of it. He has one cigarette in each hand. And a crown.

800 years ago it happened, and since then, stories tell they see him wander...

What now is called Ruines once was a great kingdom, with thriving commerce and a strategic position at the entrance of the Northern Sea. Until Darkness' forces, commanded by one of its ferocious lords, took over the territory.

Many kingdoms were obliterated, and most people and animals, savagely slaughtered. Only chaos remained. Amongst a few survivors, Julian The Kid King, fought fiercely with Odd Magic, wiping the area from the enemy forces like pure fury. Until The Terrible Clash fell upon the fortress, and no one was found alive. Those who remained, few locals and foes, shudder on the cold nights when the mist awakens, and they feel the presence of Julian Smoke in the Eye...

A drawing of six dwarves with their weapons. All of them seem to have magical capabilities.

A cartoon yellow fat man, like Obelix, grabs dark worms from the air with intention to eat them.

Bombadour has always been a gentle giant.

'I cannot believe the things that you say about him mister...', he said this heavily worried about his friend. 'The only time you see him frantic or agitated is when he eats. Eye floaters are between his favourite snacks, and Bombadour knows he can have them aaaaanytime!'

'That is precisely what I wanted to refer to miss, taking that vast amount of floaters from the ambiance will certainly evolve into...'

'Enough...! You cannot mean he will...'

'Precisely...', she mentioned unnecessarily adjusting her glasses.

'It could provoke a nonsensical collapse...'

A cartoon digitally coloured, traditional drawing of a golden miner with a pickaxe. A ball of light floating on top of his helmet.

Childishly looking and pointing at the bright opening of the narrow tunnel he said, 'What is that, Oldman?'

'That? That's the outside world son!'

'And... what is it... "the outside world"?

'Go and check by yourself boy, don't be afraid. Just one fellow before you had asked me that same question, my answer was exactly the one I have given to you...

'Did-did that one go and check...?'

'That's something you will know only if you decide to go, son...'

Not a soul in the freezing Colony Mines of the North saw him after talking to that old golden statue. To everyone's astonishment, after a very long time, he came back with his full crew to... "free them all".

Traditional sketch of a monkey-man, with four tails, and a branch coming out of his head. He carries a sword.

The Monkey Branch came from the magic tree deep in Garchu Forest. Where the only ones who can find it are the ones who have already been there.

It is said that The Best will sprout when the correct time has arrived, and from Earth the one will be born, shapeless at first. And he will have a many tails.

And as it was told it came to happen. And as it was written it came to be. With Branch always on top of his head he moved from East to South, from South to West, and from West to North, ending up at the coldest of the world. What was awaiting for him there no one expected, but it happened as it was foretold, and the Bidibidú was there, more tender than ever...

A drawing of a young man, with light armor, and a long sword.

Everything was happening according to plan. The specimens had arrived, blood had been extracted, the mixes were ready, and the minions had started injecting it into the prisoners. No one could have thought that the whole underground facility would start to crumble into pieces.

'What is that rumble boss? Earthquake?' one of the minions mentioned in distress.

'Earthquakes would never affect our systems in this way, we are too deep... Something must have hit us from within, or better said... someone', the Count clarified.

'You mean, those giant worms may have...', the sentence was cut in an instant with a gesture of the Count's hand.

'Silence...', he drew a path on the walls with his hand. 'He is already here, I can feel him... Lock the cells of the big ones, and take the trollies with you into the bunker... Now! You lot are not a match for him', the Count's stare was fixed deep into the walls...

Davy Jones traditional drawing, with many tentacles and pieces of ships attached to him. Black flag pinched into his head.

A blue and white spotted, mermaid creature, with ice hair and tail. She holds a hula dancer wooden doll in her hands.

And on that lonely day of the year, from the depths of the ocean he came, cruel and full of overwhelming rage. Heavy burden that not even he could bear.

Ships a many he had sunk, hoisting a thousand colours on their masts. Pieces of eight embedded in him for eternity. Was she there at least this time? Waiving for him only once...? No, she never came back... So henceforth he left, towards Foreign Land, across the Open Sea, wrecking havoc on his path, cutting and sinking everything and everyone with unnatural wrath.

The mermaids of the Northern Sea are usually mistaken for blocks of ice floating adrift.

Truth be told, their manes are so iceberg-looking that even a mermaid expert has trouble identifying it when a piece of hair ends up on board a Searching Ship.

Here we see a beautiful example of how curious they are, examining a hula dancer wooden doll dropped by a ship nearby...

A cartoon biped, humanised, hyena, vomiting a bunch of rubbish.

And he knew he shouldn't have eaten all that rubbish from the bin they passed before. Oh my, what a mess...

Walking hyenas are infamously known for their voracious appetite. The journey in particular was meant to be an arduous one, but nevertheless, he decided to join and become one more. As you all can see, if you dare to look into the depths of vile and vomit, someone made a pit stop at every garbage point from Verdena up to Massia...

The others will not let him slip this one...

Sketch of a girl epic adventure character with a long bisento and holding a parrot.

Mona Ramona is one of the six Trotamons, a born leader.

Highly skilled in the use of short, and long-range cutting weapons, and famously known at The Guild for her ability to lead.

After seeing The Unspeakable massacres done by Darkness' forces around Grafi’s Bay, she decided to embark on a ship heading to L’Estret, looking for hope. There she made contact with a fearsome enemy, Julius Guild, and they engaged in a fight for several days. Little did she know that enemy later would become her most trusted man and co-founder of the Trotamons. A small group within The Guild who specialises in tracking and eliminating any possible bit of Darkness through the Outer Ring.

Rumor has it, that between Serralada, Mil Llengües, and The Misty Falls there’s a hideout. Massive, ancient. A thousand and one entrances, from everywhere, and nowhere. An uncountable group of outcasts gathers there, in the shadows, a so-called “guild” of bounty hunters. Do not try your chances finding access through the North Pass, nor Open Sea some say… Do not ask for it at Toldos, nor at Fortalessa…

A long time ago, a secret society was created to exceed the limits of power. They called themselves: The Bearded Dwarves.

They travel now deep through the Pointy Mountains to carry on with their practice, seeking unlimited wonders. To be the strongest crew, they will keep doing what they do best, defeat enemies. Nor troll, goblin, viking, or marantula will stop their advance. Mr. Brown Manila’s axe, Doc Cosmo and his explosions, Master Humil’s wand, Don Black Spartan and his spear, and Little Red Amuck with his insanity, will follow their leader Shiro Serpent and his sword, discovering new lands and fighting to survive.

The legendary race of dwarves will understand soon enough that "magic" has unlimited connotations, and darkness does not bind it all…

In search of his true past, the warrior Maxîm travels the land, cutting orcs, goblins, and all evil out and about.

In his hand, he carries the legacy of a family long forgotten, an "apparition sword" able to channel his energy and trap the souls of his enemies. On his journey, he will discover the truthful concept of brotherhood from the hand of the most unexpected creature, a hare, who he thought to be his lunch.

'What is that bag you carry over there...?' Maxîm curiously said.

'You go first', the hare replied. 'What is that thing you carry in your hand?' A rush of a dozen feet cut the talk. 'Oh! No time to talk at all, a pack of orcs! Jump in! Here we can hide, trust me, it's full of merriment!'

'Du Pont is there, I can smell it!' The orcs were shouting as the guys hid inside the bag.

Who was that man "Du Pont" they were trying to find, and what happened with that smell of freshly baked cake Maxîm could just feel...

Sketch of an elegant furball character, with four arms, sunglasses, a top hat, a bag, moustache, and smoking a long cigarette.

Mr. Furrr Ball was truly a gentlefur.

Crocodile tail like no one had before, and golden glasses he wore. A styled moustache, black top hat, and a sweet stash of fresh cash.

'Evening monsieur!' he said at one of those, yes, one of the tiny ones. 'As you can see, elegance is my crime! But what a tree! Is your excellence going to climb?'

As expected he had no reply.

'Oh but of course, how silly of me...'

Mr. Furrr Ball left with a sigh. 'No remorse! I must, verily, leave... Or shall I...'

A drawing of a ghastly wizard, with burned face, as his wand just exploded on his face.

A high pitched cry came from the cloud of dust.

'Feathers and sparkles! Not scorched again! Note to myself, "While making the early morning mist, the river wand seemed to suffer a malfunction... Remember to see the botanist for a refund. - Dadada- Pick up mushrooms and garlic from the shop for tonight.'

'Toads and blind snakes! These wands are definitely not what they said they were...', the wizard stressed with utter disappointment. 'I should get my gems back!'

A green ugly, and full of scars, witch mermaid, making a black ball float.

Do not trust the waters if you see algae close by. Most likely the algae you see is coming from the head, or tail, of a green witch mermaid...

These "water thieves" are always getting themselves in trouble. Here you see a pretty beaten-up specimen stealing a little star, making it float using the force. The force is in us all, from the smallest creature to the biggest, from the sand in the desert to the moist greenery in the tropical forest. Some can, let's say, "control it" more than others... And these creatures made the Wise Ones want to "learn" how to use it. Practical folks, I would dare say...

A blue water dragon with coral horns, and four tentacles as a beard. He smiles cheerfully while he holds his tentacles.

Did you know the water dragon mermaid is the rarest of them all in the aquamarine realm?

In fact, seeing a water dragon with a tentacle goatee will bring you a lifetime of good luck. For real, no slipping in a banana peel ever again! A tentacle flourishes on their chin only if they have been in all seven seas. This one seems to be quite the traveller, which means: Extreme Luck for everyone x4!

And if you even manage to get a picture of one, that is a massive privilege. Offers to buy it will fall from heaven, that's for sure.

A humanised blade, upset and shouting, while he carries a little knife.

A cartoon pink flamingo happy dancing, wearing blue shoes.

As crabby as he was, Blade started following them all. With these guys he may be able to find the one he was looking for.

All of them were as surprised as the one they had next. 'A talking, walking, grumpy knife?' some of them would mutter.

'Not a knife! A blade am I!' he sputtered. 'And if I happen to hear any of you speak, squeak, or simply breath, I yaba daba daba…!'

Yeah, that meant trouble. They all went along without giving much notice to that tiny knife...

That was the best thing of the night! No more blood and swinging swords for a tiny parcel of time. What a nonstop dancing contest that was!

A flamingo wearing blue shoes jumped in the middle of the group and started to tickiticla-tickiticla! Have you ever seen anyone smiling like that?

The march hadn't been a cheerful one so far, but they couldn't deny the joy, rhythm, and tickiticla he brought to the party...

But hey! Wait, what the heck was a tickiticla? Tickiticla-tickiticla! Witches and rabbits! It seemed to have gotten into everyone!

A sketch of a very hairy man with long cloak and a big club. Bold and with a thick moustache.

Pandorio is one of the six Trotamons, a powerhouse.

A well-spoken and well-mannered man, tremendously skilled in close combat, keeping his cool under any circumstance. People even say he comes from a royal bloodline, a descendant of the Bran’s from the Northern Sea, they say. But he will always change topic upon these “petty comments”, as he so efficiently describes them with his strong accent and famous saying, 'These… affairs of mine, are not of relevance at such turbulent times'.

Anywhere he goes, women and men cry for his love, with his all-natural, all-hairy, macho appeal and thick moustache crowning his chin.

An infamous bounty hunter within the group, with his name, undisputed, at the top of the ranking board. Who will dare to topple him and try to take his place...?

A sketch of a fat demon guy, with a shield as an arm, and the hand like a claw. He is all bloody, and has a devil-looking tail.

Julius Guild is one of the six Trotamons, a shield.

Decades ago, when the Eastern zones were still Marfil’s land and the Summer Raids happened at Badia Gris, The Guild found him inside a pit of fire, abandoned to die. To everybody’s surprise, he was an “unusual” child. Wild look in his eyes, dark pointy ears, a demon-like tail, and a considerable size for an infant. He had been experimented on, as they soon realised. A mechanism within his left arm would activate for protection under any kind of threat, contact, or negative stimulus perceived, creating a shield-like shape. This would rip most of the tissue around his arm, bloodily covering his body and exposing an unknown magic with silvery material.

Now, many years after the date, having grown up and trained at the guild as a brother, he is one of the most effective defences against Darkness’ attacks. A man of few words, one of the Trotamons' founders. Only he knows his origins and why he fights so breathtakingly against the uprising enemies.

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