To make up for my massive writer's block on E:JF and SoT, I've come up with five new characters for you to play with.

Name: Rico Phoenician
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
*Species: Firebird
Alignment: Good
Personality: Despite his having rose through the ranks of the Queen’s Legions to the respectable level of Captain, Rico is not as much a fighter as a scout. He uses his avian skills to map out large expanses of area, especially suspected points of enemy activity. On the ground, he is quick-witted, occasionally cynically sarcastic, but overall friendly to his peers. In battle, he cracks jokes as fast, if not faster, than out. He alternates between insulting and advising his opponents, and he treats each battle as a new game. He is not a top-of-the-line fighter, but he is professional enough to get out of the scrapes he gets into.
Appearance: Standing at an impressive height of just more than seven and a half feet tall, the majority of Rico’s body is covered in red feathers, excepting where those feathers are gold, from his chest up. His proportions are almost equal to his lagomorphic peers; were it not for the large, red and gold wings sprouting from his shoulders, his murderously curved beak and his lack of rabbit ears, he would be a rabbit, albeit a very tall, feathered one.
Weapons: Rico, being a firebird, is obviously a pyromancer, and a skilled one at that. His favourite tactic is to sheath his body in fire and literally burn holes through enemies.
Special Powers: In addition to burning flames, Rico can also spawn coldfire, which appears similar to normal fire but is slightly cool to the touch.
Quote: “It’s a bird! It’s a plane! No… it is a bird!”

Name: James (full name unknown)
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Alignment: Good
Personality: James is very serious about his job, almost to a fault, and is coolly collected in any situation. He spends the majority of his free time training or studying. He is very rarely seen doing much else, excepting the occasional meal and rest, of course. In this aspect, James is not the most popular of the Captains, but he is arguably the most skilled in the heat of battle.
When James was young, his mother and older sister disappeared while he was asleep. He and his father spent almost two years worrying about the missing half of their family, until an exhaustive police search turned up their bodies in the basement of a dilapidated shack of a house. Neither James nor his father ever got over the deaths of mother and daughter, and James joined the Carrotan Corps, with the hopes of someday avenging those deaths, the day before his father died of a massive stroke.
Appearance: James has dark grey fur and deceptively calm blue eyes, that glint purple from a few angles. His long ears are perpetually laid back on his head, and he brushes them back with his short headfur when he feels nervous or agitated. When he is not clad in his battle armour, he wears nothing but a leather belt, a green scarf, and his twin gauntlets.
Weapons: James is armed with two of a gauntlet-like blaster, called the Godhand, that unleashes its payload through the palm. As a result, he cannot use any handheld weapons, due to the risk of accidentally incinerating them; however, this leaves his hands open during combat, and a grab becomes a death sentence.
Special Powers: If and when James’ two Godhands come in contact with each other, they become a single weapon with twice the power of one individual.
Quote: “Why am I not surprised?”

Name: Tamerlane “Singe” McFadden
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Alignment: Good
Personality: Not much is known about Singe’s past, or about Singe in general. He seems to have simply appeared out of nowhere to apply for the Carrotan Corps; whatever had happened in his past turned him into a skilled fighter, as he passed the physical tests without any problems at all. In any case, he puts himself to use as a drill sergeant during the lapses of peacetime the beleaguered Corps are allowed, and as a defender of the base where he is stationed in between those lapses. Singe has the expected temperament of a drill sergeant: frighteningly strict to his lessers, co-operative with his peers, and obedient to his superiors. He also is somewhat paranoid when it comes to the Queen, and starkly avoids saying anything about her in order to keep from saying something wrong.
Appearance: Singe’s tan fur is mottled burnt brown, which is the cause for his nickname, and his eyes are a dark, foreboding grey. His head is usually slightly bowed, obscuring his eyes further and giving him a look that easily scares new recruits, among others. He wears silvery shoulder guards, and one clawed, golden gauntlet on his right hand, as well as a sheath for his sledgehammer on his back.
Weapons: Singe bears a weapon that could conceivably be a shoulder-mounted bazooka, albeit a relatively small one. However, instead of firing rockets, the gun fires balls of energy at opponents, either in a rapid-fire stream of small doses, or a blinding sphere of energy almost as big as Singe himself. When all else fails, Singe’s melée weapon of choice is a heavy, two-handed sledgehammer.
Special Powers: While Singe has limited range with his sledgehammer, he packs a smash enough to send an enemy literally flying into the air.
Quote: “Say nothing, and I’ll spare you.”

Name: Alex Stryker
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Alignment: Good
Personality: Stryker is very quiet and reserved. He never speaks unless spoken to, and even then only about half the time. However, most can understand the responses he gives simply by the body language he uses.
In battle, Stryker is indubitably the fastest fighter anyone’s ever seen. He works best when there’s a large group of enemies around him, and then he works his magic on them, delivering crushing punches and kicks in all directions upon the haplessly confused foes around him. Stryker is practically a blur when he executes these mass combinations.
Appearance: Stryker’s fur is a deep purple colour, and his eyes are a pale hazel tone. He wears only light clothing, so as not to hinder his movement, and he relies on his fur to keep him warm. Also, he usually has his hands and feet swathed in cloth, like those of a boxer.
Weapons: Stryker needs no weapons; his fists, feet, and unnatural swiftness are all that he’s ever required in battle.
Special Powers: In addition to being insanely agile with his body, Stryker also has become so skilled with his mind that, through months of training, he has become an adept psychic, with both telepathy and telekinesis at his disposal.
Quote: “Try me.”

Name: Melody O’Neill
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Alignment: Good
Personality: Despite having been crippled at the age of thirteen in a freak accident, Melody is a bubbly, ecstatic creature. She enjoys anyone’s company, and will often make conversation at the slightest impetus (unless, of course, silence is required for something important). Contrary to what might be expected, Melody has no problem talking about her injury, and even cracks jokes about it, on occasion. She prefers to get around in her wheelchair by herself, but accepts the help of others when she gets stuck somewhere, or needs to get out of her wheelchair for something. Almost everyone who’s met her think highly of her, both for her above-average intelligence and maturity and her very friendly disposition.
Since Melody was a child, she dreamed of becoming a bold fighter in the Carrotan Corps. She was often found exploring a Carrotan defense base where her late brother had been stationed, due to some technicality that allowed her to enter at all. The soldiers there, although puzzled as to why this young girl was in a military base in the first place, took a liking to her right away, and often entrusted her with small jobs around the base. After the accident, she set her mind on getting a real position at the base, and she was given a job as a controller at age fifteen. She has been promoted a few times since then, and currently resides in the position of head controller.
Appearance: Melody’s fur is a light purple tone, and her blonde hair reaches just past her shoulders. She generally wears a white, long-sleeved shirt and khaki jeans, and sometimes wears a lap rug or a backpack when she’s carrying things around with her. She also has two earrings, one gold and one silver, in her left ear.
Weapons: None.
Special Powers: None.
Quote: “If I could move my feet, I’d kick you.”