A man prone to grief, Walter Stupek surrounded himself with the Etherite clones of people he has lost.
"...needs to find balance in his personal life. However, his skill at diagnosing indicates a solid medical talent. I am confident that within a year a little guidance…"
(from the evaluation of a senior resident)
Somebody has to put the food on the table.
""I am." Is reportedly the shortest sentence in the English language. Could it be that "I do." is the longest sentence?" - George Carlin
CRTF's first resident goofball animal mascot.
Some people call him Dr. Hammer. Some call him Mr. Hammer. Those with a flair for the melodramatic call him “The Hammer”. Others simply call him Hammer, much the way people call Madonna or Sting a single name. He is the one you contact should you have a "unique building" need.
A curious man with no past or desire beyond that of his art.
A highly talented chef, this young man takes great pride in his job.
The Wise Woman of a small family of the giant hill people known as the Volgotoi, Korara’s particular gifts of illusion have allowed her a surprising degree of influence over the local Imperial outpost, helping spare her people the ravages of ‘civilization’.
One of the Piemaster’s most devilish associates.
A gravedigger who defies the stereotypes. A regular at the Mausoleum.
Standing at the prow of the ship, Ashala rejoiced at the strong winds catching her midnight-black hair - flapping it like a pennant. The dark clouds ahead would have filled other seafarers with dread. Not Ashala. The dark clouds and wicked winds were an invitation, a challenge.
"Steady as she goes!" she shouted over her shoulder to the shipmaster, "To the Eye!"
His eyesight isn’t what it was, but he’s still got a brilliant way with calfskin.
A man of extremes
Many hearts have been lost to the hypnotic beauty of the Elves' immortal Queen; others have bowed to the grandeur of the Lord of the Forest. You don't think that happens by itself, do you? They send for Boldrei!
Ssao E’hzeir, once a soldier, then a mandarin-magistrate, and then a clan-father, was rewarded for years of faithful service with the post of alytarch.
A little snug for me, but you…a perfect fit.
The new royal nurse. She is young, innocent and ever so boring. She is also knowledgable about the secrets of the state, having overheard many a conversation between the King, the Queen and their advisors.
Matronly owner of the local tavern.
Oh her? She is that girl. She is Jessius’s girl.
The Dodge DynaMax is a rare care, coming at exactly the wrong time in history. The End of the muscle car era was nigh, and the market was already filled out with GTOs, Mustangs, Camaros, Chevelles, Novas and a dozen other high performance poor handling vehicles. The DynaMax had a plan to dominate the market with a combination of factory turbochargers and a complex eight speed gearbox. The machine was planned to triumph over the human driver element. What ended up happening was excess costs and mechanical issues saw the turbochargers removed and replaced with a conventional supercharger, and the eight speed transmission ended up being the bane of the car's existence. More DynaMaxes were destroyed or totalled by transmission failures than anything else. The car remains an ugly and ambitious reminder of a day gone by