Simbioticism

Land of Origin: Sri Lanka (1950's)

Occupation: Criminal

Name: Ze Lei Chang Land of Origin: Hong Kong Occupation: Tattoo artist, aspiring musician "He was getting funny looks again. Regardless of how busy it was, if you stuck out here you were going to get stared down. He was used to it though. When you're out of the closet in China, you must endure the price of your freedom."

Name: Lena Lancaster Land of Origin: Manchester, Great Britain Occupation: (unknown) “The best way to blend in was to stick out, but not too much. Hence the hair. Better for people to think her a dumb hipster than for them to know the truth. The tell-tale signs of drug use were no disguise though. She had to cope with her line of work somehow. The things she'd seen ..."

“"Soon you’ll get your big break,“ they always said. They all talked trash. The best gig she’d scored in the last 6 months was in a dingey nightclub with a less than sterling reputation. Half of the patrons hadn’t listened to more than the first line of her set. The other half hadn’t even bothered to listen to that. She was going nowhere fast, that was sure, and every day her the nest egg she’d been living on became more and more diminished.”

Name: Haywyrd Mericke Land of Origin: Crags (location unknown) Occupation: hermit “The morning was murky. Always was. The entrance to his cave dwelling was slick underfoot, but he's grown used to that over the years. How many decades had it been at this point? It didn't matter. This solitary was better, and he could never go back to civilisation again. Not after what had happened all those years ago."

“Although knighthood had been his dream since childhood, selling his sword had many benefits that would not be properly appreciated by a “Ser”. Freedom, for one thing, and sellswords were allowed to visit the fighting pits and brothels without any masters chastising them for it. Freedom. Anonymity. These were Gallin’s favourite traits.“

Name: Momo Aokinawa Land of Origin: Tokyo, Japan Occupation: Student “The back streets, the murky alleyways, the construction sights. These were the veins that lead to the real heart of her city. Her muse.“

“As the snow drifted down, thick yet comforting, she continued to sort through the day’s catch. There were scarce enough fish for she and her son to live on. That precious resource that meant life or death to her small family had been shrinking steadily for the past few years. Perhaps it was a sign from the gods. Her child was hardly more than a babe, and yet she knew that soon she must take him south to the city of statues, Khabarr, on pilgrimage. The only way to ensure their safety for the hard years to come.“

Name: Tira Korthos Land of Origin: Mistrin Occupation: Elven Priestess “She toed her way around the pools, quiet as a shadow. The water tinkled as droplets fell from the lofty arches above. The only sound that would be heard this eve. The priestess uttered a silent prayer to the gods as she finally spotted her quarry. His death would be quick: just another droplet into the water.”