Once known as the spider queen, she lived in the south hidden among humans, gathering lies and truths, then selling them later. A strong informant, she uses her ability to commune with arachnids to stay "in the know" She has used this talent to become a hand, and has turned over a "new leaf" in her life. Siding with justice instead of anyone with the most gold. That is of course, if you ignore the fact that at the moment, justice holds things much more valuable than gold.

Physical description: A tall woman standing at 6'7. She has oily black hair that falls straight down to nearly her waist. Her skin is pale as snow and her eyes solid black, she looks to be what goes bump in the night. Her appendages are long, and her fingers pointed. Her figure is lithe to the extreme, she is thin as can be at the waist, and honestly doesn't widen much anywhere else. Her more human form is quite similar, aside from filling out, becoming shorter and losing the claws. Often she wears a black robe which veils her entire body. A mystery to the eyes, a danger to most everything else.


An old foggy fay living in the gutter. Wasn't much to mention before Voldoa, isn't much to mention now. Using what scraps of social connections he has he lingers from party to party, gathering to gathering. Drinks what he can and eats if he's able. A talking toad with a face as ugly as his lackluster personality. Tries to run a small shop in the market, selling insects for brewing purposes, though he hardly ever keeps the thing open, and the rent is pilling up. He often takes refuge in the free shelters in south commons. When he can remember his way to one.

Physical description: A large green toad, warty and spotty as one would expect. His underbelly is a sickly gray and his eyes a dulling yellow. He stumbles on his two hind legs as well as a toddler does, and he wears nothing but undergarments. Often reeks of sewage and alcohol. Nothing much to look at, nothing much to talk to.


A familiar of a local witch currently living in Arboretum. He frequents the western commons often and enjoys lounging his days away among friends. Often busy with some errand though, he does not have time to be the true socialite he wants to be. Kept to secrecy by his master, he is tight lipped when it comes to his work, though chatty in most other sense. Ever loyal to his witch, he wouldn't betray her for the world. Conjured of magic and shadow, he has some ability to disappear and appear where he pleases. Depending on certain criteria of course.

Physical description: A sleek cat of solid black, one eye is yellow, another blue. He is thin and his tail is cut short, bandaged tightly at all times. In his human form he stands near 5'6 with broad shoulders. Dark skinned and black haired, he retains his multi-colored optics. His chin is boxed in shape, though his face is still long. A flat nose and sharp eyes give him a sort of regal look. Often wears a tuxedo with dress gloves and cane in this form.

A fairy specializing in size magic and business, she owns a few shops scattered around the west commons, though she only runs her tailoring business herself. Using her magic to aid her work in Tip Of The Needle she puts one of her many talents to use. Having an affinity for cloth work she does special jobs herself, while of course running the place, and keeping tabs on all her other facilitates. A busy woman she never seems to rest, but a soul of fire and a will of steel seem to keep her afloat nonetheless.

Physical description: Usually keeping to her smaller size Greia is around 20 inches tall. She has a wiry build, and a head of frizzy orange hair. Her face is long and she has a hooked nose. Sightly tanned she seems to give off a warm feeling. Wearing functional yet stylish clothes at all times, she keeps up an image of perfection which she takes care to maintain. Freckles dot her nose and cheeks. She usually has a pen or two nestled behind one of her pointed ears.


A snow elemental living in the mountainside before it became Voldoa. He is a cold person who appreciates solitude. The type who needs to warm up to someone before he is willing to spend lengthy amounts of time with them. He traveled for a short while, though on return he found a city had sprung up where his home used to be. His family was gone leaving nothing behind, and somewhat bitterly, Jack became a resident. He works in a distillery in west commons, bordering south commons.

Physical Description: Jet black hair in a spiky mess tops his head, caramel skin covers his toned form. He is average height of a human, and his extended age shows through his crows feet and sparse wrinkles. Often wearing nothing but a greasy undershirt and overalls, he skulks around town with his heavy snow boots. Icy bluish white eyes stare coldly from his face, parted by a sharp upturned nose, shading a thin line for a mouth. He has a strong jaw line and a stronger brow. Sharp, distant and frosty, he seems to live up to his being, though some close friends say he has a heart of gold.

A simple reanimated skeleton, Damian has wondered the earth for a while past his due time. Working as a simple farmhand before his death, Damian used his new form as a blank page. Surprising many with his uncanny ability to sing, Damian took to Voldoa as an entertainer. How a set of bones is able to produce not only speech but a wide range of vocal causalities, we may never know. Damian himself does not question his being or who brought him to his current state. He was never one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Sociable, prideful, Damian. He works as an entertainer in The Pale Horse, and to make things simpler for him, he lives there too.

Standing at 5'6 Damian is a pristine set of bones. Polished often he is a brilliant white, and never is he caught without a dapper outfit. Often donning a lavish purple attire he spends a bundle of his gold on looking goof and feeling good. Rings tightly worn, chains loosely, he rings onto the scene. Shoes of solid black and leather gloves plated with silver add to his bling, and his trademark golden canine ties it all together. A solid crack crowns around his forehead. A key hangs around his neck, hidden under the multitude of glamour. He does not seem to share to where it fits.

An interesting beast Alexis is a nonhuman "human". She lives, she eats, she breathes, she sleeps. Looking and acting as a human does, it is hard to see her as anything different. That is of course unless you anger her, burn her, or essentially damage her physically with any great force. Then her paint chips away. A woman made entirely of metal, she looks feels and functions as a human, until the color on her outer shell is chipped off. She is able to change her density, her outer colors, and her shape. Her form gives her great strength though lowered mobility. She is self conscious of what she is and rarely shows off her true nature. She has no recollection of where or how she came to be. She found herself in Voldoa months ago, and knows not what to make of it. She has come to learn that she is a "living statue" though she knows not who is her crafter. It is a question that plagues her always, and drives most all her motions.

Able to change her shape it can be hard to pin exactly how Alexis looks, though thus far she finds herself most comfortable assuming the form of a young-adult woman from east Asia, with short black hair, pale skin, soft curves and informal attire. She usually stands around 4'5 and rarely shifts from this form if able. In this state she has a heart shaped face, brown eyes and long lashes.

Fredric is a young tier II working mainly between south and west commons. He has an open heart to nonhumans and treats them as equals. Not on to cause trouble Fredric is the type to avoid conflict and take more work upon himself if it may free up another. Not entirely selfless though he often indulges in bad habits and can be somewhat of a glutton at times, despite possible consequences for others. When he can spare it he spends his time lounging about, drinking and reading. Known to carry candy for the younger ones, he is popular among those living in his sector.

Standing at 5'5 with a head of shaggy brown hair Fredric puts of a sort of runaway prince appearance. A long nose, sharp eyes and a hard jaw line make him appear regal, though his soft silly grin, messy outfits and eye bags make him look more true to his humble self. Often taking to large sweaters of faded yellow Fredric can often be described as "shaggy" or "frumpy". His unshaved yet modest facial hair does not help deter this appearance. He is 25 years of age.

A young and hard working tier II Lucia is an up and coming talent. She works with speed on the golems she helps and also works as a mechanic in whatever time she can find. An spirited soul she is not one to back down from a challenge, though she doesn't often work well in groups. A soloist she sticks to herself and bears as much weight on herself as possible. A hypocrite in self care she cares little of her health though will never forget to care for a friend. Having a very blatant on and off switch Lucia with either be the usual hardworking person people know her as, or her lazy sloth like form she only shows at home. She is the younger sister of Fredric at age 19. She is a mute though she doesn't let that get her down. She wears a whistle around her neck for drawing attention.

Short in stature Lucia stands at nearly five feat tall. She has a head of long brown hair usually tied back in a bun. She has a soft jawline and large eyes that can often be found behind goggles. Pale though slowly becoming adept to the sun, her complexion is fair. Thin as can be she is known to skip meals and avoid heavy lifting. Wearing baggy work clothes such as coveralls and a striped, sleeved shirt underneath, she is always prepared to work. She stomps around in her steel toed boots. Every Sunday she wears a blue bow in her hair.

What was once a paper demon living to the east, is currently an amalgamation of clockwork, steaming parts, flesh and misplaced intentions. "Steamblood" is a lonely man living in Arboretum, who is becoming increasingly fed up with the calm he is surrounded by. Living on little food, intoxicating mushrooms and pipes full of questionable substances, he is nearing an inclination to do something, off. Having the express ability to turn into many slips of paper he travels on a breeze, not much caring where he ends up, as long as it's far from authority. His arm, shoulder and many parts of his abdomen are mechanical. A science project done to see what a certain mechanic was capable of, he functions on steam, gears and oil. Thus far nothing but a lazing confused degenerate, he has the potential to become something no one wants.

Physical description: "Steamblood" Stands at around 6'3 with shock white skin and hair. His eyes are a pale cream color and his ears are pierced with all manner of black rings. He has a box shape chin and some brownish hair growing on his chin. His nose is flat and his face long, he usually has bags under his eyes. His shoulders where broad, though now one extrudes in a bulky shape to join with a mechanical arm. It is jagged and primitive looking, though it's functionality is hard to argue. A thin figure he is lanky, having a large hand wearing even more black rings. Usually topless he wears thick forest green pants that hang without a bell. He can be seen wearing slippers of leather at most times.