Kira comes from the world of Reflection, alternative Earth set in 90-s, before being transported into the Game world

Appearance: human woman, short and very muscular. Age around 35. Shoulder length blond hair, very pale blue eyes. Technically she has one of the types of albinism. Multiple scars, mostly defence scars, on her arms, a few on the legs, back and abdomen. Basic outfit out of the Game — grey tracksuit. In-game segmented armour that allows flexibility.
Stronger sides: unarmed combat, hand to hand combat, heavy weapons, intimidation

Weaker sides: mental defence, general charisma

Specialisation: paladin of War, Inquisitor

Personal quest name: Valkyrie’s Wings

Personality: Breaking faces, collecting men, panicking at the word “relationships,” brutally straightforward, best tactics is “kill them all, Gods will recognise their own,” no diplomatic skills whatsoever. She doesn’t know the meaning of “awkward” or “shy” but perfectly understands personal boundaries — she will never touch anyone (exceptions — fighting and sex). Kira understands interpersonal relationships until it’s about her, and as soon as it is — she gets frustratingly stupid. The best way to surprise her and make her freeze and blush is to give her something “feminine” like flowers just because, “because you give flowers to women, right?” She last received flowers when she was 11. Her father got them for her birthday. 

Background: Kira was the only child of a poor family that lived in a small town. Always a loner, not the smartest, but she wasn’t bullied, mostly thanks to her explosive temperament and heavy fists. She moved to the big city after graduating school with the initial thought to enroll in university, but wasn’t ready for the costs. For a few years, she worked different unqualified jobs, visiting the local martial arts club. At some point, one of the guys in the group, knowing her situation, offered her a way to earn money by taking part in an illegal fight club — minimal rules, put on a show, if you kill someone — it’s their fault.
Kira agreed and, after a few years, became, if not a star, then a pretty big figure known as Valkyrie. One of the “special” parts of her show was “Valkyrie’s choice” — after the last fight of the night, she would pick someone from the audience to have sex with. Her rage and bloodlust is what turns her on (usually, she doesn’t know better yet; Kira does not experience romantic attraction and quite rarely experiences sexual attraction when she’s not adrenaline horny, so as a companion, she can be romanced, but it’ll take time).
Last night in the world of Reflection, she was set up against a known killer, Christian, but he didn’t want to kill her for personal reasons, so he didn’t use his dirtiest tricks, which let her win without sustaining really serious injuries. Kira took her prize, had quick intercourse with Christian (related scene), and bolted because her bosses were pretty much set on getting rid of her. On her way out of town, she ran into Elsta and Karhari in his Game form, who recruited her. 

Barks:

— I will RIP YOUR HEAD OFF [joyful]

— Who’s not dead yet?

— Not impressive

— Good luck with that

— Stop touching me

— You really don’t need that hand, do you?

— Let me deal with that

— Is it bashing heads in time yet?

— Break a leg

— I’d REALLY appreciate some healing!

Karhari comes from the world of Ormon, he has two appearances — original and in-game, that he has crafted for himself.

Appearance: original — short, with smooth androgynous features, he looks pretty young, almost a teen. Very angsty teen. He has long thick black hair (poorly dyed so they have no shine, natural colour is silvery) with a red skunk piece on the top right. Long fringe covers half of his face and it really bothers him, so he regularly shakes his head to move it away. His skin is grey, shark or dolphin-like (bodmod, hence the name “Karhari” he chose for himself), which is a result of modification, in real life he dresses up like a punk. Multiple piercings, but no tattoos. He has thin black rings and bracelets that are actually parts of the implanted knuckle-dusters and hand/wrist protection that transform when activated with a mental command. Black claw-like nails. Light blue eyes.
In-game — tall, thin and muscular, “sexy bad boy”. Resembles a dark elf with almost black skin and silver hair, red eyes, skin-tight clothes, leather pants, minimal armour.

Stronger sides: ambush, dexterity, close combat, finesse manipulations, stealth

Weaker sides: shitty temper, strength

Specialisation: rogue, duelist

Personal quest name: Angel's eyes 

Personality: Explosive, scandalist, hates his irl-look. Always ready to throw hands. Actually, a very sad kid who cries a lot and is ashamed of it, snaps if someone notices. He doesn’t care about others, except close friends, which he doesn’t really have. Will like it if, during his breakdown, you completely ignore it and keep talking as if nothing is happening. He tries to be tough and cool but fails. His given name means Angel, and he absolutely hates it. He is a monsterfucker who never gets laid (it’s ok, he has time). Swearing every three words. If you manage to befriend him, he will be loyal to the last breath. 

Background: He was born as a morph, an elven subrace that can change their physical sex naturally however many times they like. He exclusively stays in male form.
His family barely passed the parental tests for being allowed a child. He fought with them a lot over his body dysmorphia because even with all the biotech, morphs can’t have serious physical changes affecting their ability to shapeshift, and eventually went no contact.  He earns his own money — mostly in-game. Making shady deals, winning PVP tournaments. He is really good against players but not so good against monsters.
When the worlds separated, he was recruited for his stealth and disguise skills to accompany the team that goes to the world of Reflection (alternative Earth) to find potential portalists that can help tie three worlds together for better Multiverse triangulation, which would allow mages to create stable teleports between Ravantreia and Ormon.

Barks:

— Get fucked!

— Oh shit ouch?!

— That hurts [definitely not crying]

— CAREFUL not like I care but like… careful

— Paint it red.

— My blades are yours [friend]

— What else? [annoyed whiny]

— What?

— I WILL stab you.

— Daddy’s here!

— Live it to me, baby! 

[last two should sound cringe as hell]

Older necromancer. Thin, frail, but not bony — just a gentle old man. His magic unrelated to necromancy slowly gives up, spell distances getting shorter, and effects getting weaker. He's okay with that. 

Nester lives in a cosy cottage with his skeletal maid (a literal skeleton in a long housemaid dress; the necromancer calls her Julia). Julia doesn't have a voice but is still very expressive, and Nester understands her perfectly. They argue a lot because she is a strict nurse and a bit overprotective.
Nester uses a wheelchair, usually pushed by Julia. When she is not around (busy in the kitchen, carrying a basket while accompanying Nester to the market), six long bone spider legs lift the chair up and carry it around. When he needs it, Nester uses bone legs as extra long arms. 

He also has an apprentice, a young witch named Jina. 

Young witch, apprentice of Nester. Simple village girl, straw blond hair, freckles. Unlike her teacher, she didn’t learn necromancy from the books originally: she has a deep connection to Death and an immense power, but not so much control or technique. Basically, she can cast incredibly overpowered but technically simple spells, so her studies are mostly about putting raw talent to good use and measuring her strength. As an example: once she tried to talk to a spirit. Simple spell, beginner level. 

She accidentally awakened all the dead within a two-mile radius.

Desert dwellers are the collective name for a group of nomadic tribes living on the plains of the ancient Gort Kingdom and its desert, mostly in the southern part. Very mixed racially, Desert Dwellers take in the lost and forgotten. They accept you if you are ready to share their values.

Shamanistic, they live in tribes they call families — sometimes barely connected by blood. Each tribe has a Head who makes final decisions, their Hands — War Leader and Keeper of Peace, and their Spirit — the lead shaman of the tribe.

Desert Dwellers raise their children collectively; every child is a child of the tribe, and in every tent they can get food, rest, and protection. They don’t have a concept of an unwanted or accidental child. In the cities there’s a rumour that they steal children from the streets when a caravan comes. This is not true, though they sometimes offer street kids who have no home to join them. Desert Dwellers don’t specifically visit orphanages (and are extremely upset such things exist), but if they see a homeless/parentless child being abused, they will try to take them and raise them in love and safety as one of the Desert Dwellers.

They call each person with magical skills of any kind a shaman (so the berserker, who can enter a state of fury that empowers them, will be called a battle-rage shaman, a druid may be called the voice of the land, a cleric, who talks to the dead—spirit whisperer, etc.).

Sons of the Great Jackal is the collective name for a group of nomadic tribes living on the plains of the ancient Gort Kingdom and its desert, mainly in the northern part. 

Raiders. They pray to the Great Jackal, calling themselves his children, which earned them the nickname Sons of the Great Bitch (a quick way to infuriate one of them). Unlike Desert Dwellers, who can put their entire camp on horsebacks and be gone in minutes, Jackals have a few settlements and a bunch of raider groups that answer to the strongest leaders — both martial and spiritual.

Jackals are slavers: their southern settlements on the edge of the plains are the biggest slave-trading towns that live from market day to market day.

Technically, slavery is prohibited in both Empires and Principalities of Ravantreia, but people always find ways. Bandit groups buy “toys” or, occasionally, promising teens to teach. Dark mages need subjects for their experiments. Those who hold tournaments buy future champions or warmups for existing ones. Nobles or oligarchs buy servants — magical collars are invisible and, with the blood magic of Jackal’s shamans, hardly detectable by the classical spells.

Jackals themselves use slaves in their settlements but quite often — to expand their ranks. Great Jackal says — take what you need. So, both men and women of the Jackals use slaves for carrying or conceiving children that will be raised within the tribe. As soon as the child is born, the slave parent gets killed. The baby is then given to wet nurses if the mother is the one killed or just doesn’t want to take care of the baby until it grows up enough to be able to hold a knife.