Name: Melissa “Miz” Summer
Age: 41
Gender: Female
Alignment: Good
Personality: Crystal Summer’s mother Miz is much like Queen Earlong in that, despite having passed her physical prime, and being enlisted to the harrowing task of raising a daughter, she is still reasonably strong in both body and mind, good-hearted when she chooses to be, and always ready to rise to the occasion. She’s notably more hospitable than the Queen, though, and since it does get lonely with only two people in the house, she allows Crystal’s friends a place to stay, should they need one. The Summer residence is thought of as a refuge from reality, and guests quickly begin to feel like family when they’re there. The only thing Miz asks in return from her guests is that they keep the place respectably clean; otherwise, she finds it very rewarding to herself to be a mother able to supply so generously.
Being an ex-Captain of the Queen’s Legions, Miz has experience in battle tactics. If it is absolutely necessary that she fight, Miz favours being on the defensive, protecting Carrotan installations from enemies, rather than attacking directly. It’s also greatly amusing to hear a loud, aggravated “MAWM!” from out of nowhere whenever she beats Crystal to a target.
Appearance: Miz’s fur is a darker blue than her daughter’s, but they both have brilliant green eyes. She is quite slender, and her silvery blue hair is somewhat shorter than Crystal’s, reaching just to her shoulders. She typically wears casual clothing, a t-shirt and jeans, and a ring on her left hand.
Weapons: Miz usually uses a rocket launcher in battle, but will make use of any medium-range weapon if said rocket launcher is unavailable.
Special Powers: None.
Quote: “Look, just because I’m old and decrepit doesn’t mean I’m not entitled to a good time.”

Name: El Fuego (José Cruz)
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Alignment: Good
Personality: Hailing from a distant region of Carrotus, almost halfway around the planet from Carrotus City and its neighbours, El Fuego did not fall into his nickname by accident; he earned it as a result of his quick temper and dangerous disposition. He’s had the name, which translates directly to “The Fire”, for more than a decade, and for good reason: if he feels like destroying something, he’ll destroy something, no questions asked.
Despite his destructive mindset, he does have a few allies who will stick with him, no matter what stupid or crazy things he does. They are occasionally put in danger by this alliance, but El Fuego never allows himself to let them come to harm because of it.
In spite of his moniker, El Fuego is not a pyromaniac, nor does he feel any special connection to fire in and of itself. He does enjoy watching things being engulfed in fire, but he says that setting things aflame just isn’t his style.
El Fuego speaks with a heavy accent, and occasionally flips into another language for a moment as he speaks.
Appearance: El Fuego has orange-yellow fur on the majority of his lean body, excepting his brown eartips, tailtip, hands, and feet, and bright, sky-blue eyes. He wears a wide leather belt, and a medium-sized backpack full of ammunition. Holsters along the sides of the pack hold his guns.
Weapons: Twin single-handed gatling guns, and enough ammunition to supply an army. It’s intimidating even to simply look at El Fuego when he’s ready to tear through something with his guns, let alone to face off against him.
Special Powers: None.
Quote: “It’s very entertaining to watch your expressions when I say something you don’t understand.”

Name: Kalen Frost
Age: 22
Gender: Male
*Species: Mountain Hare
Alignment: Good
Personality: Like El Fuego, Frost’s name is directly related to his temperament: cold and biting. It’s often difficult, after first impressions, to determine which side he’s really on, despite that he adamantly insists his allegiance to Carrotus. It’s also a daunting task to earn the respect of this hare, but that respect is a powerful thing to have once it’s earned.
Frost is the sole known inhabitant and guardian of the mountain on which he lives, named Mount Insidius for its treacherously icy cliffs and ledges. The mountain is also famous for its impressive subterranean supply of both tarydium and spharine, the latter of which being an integral component of the eponymous fuel spharine-R12 and a commodity that turtle goons seem to consistently be trying to get their hands on. Frost spares no mercy on reptiles invading his mountain in search of spharine, and will kill any turtles and lizards on sight; he is less impulsive when dealing with rabbits, but he never lets his guard down.
Appearance: Frost’s thick coat of fur is a very pale cyan, almost white, and his eyes are a bright cyan to match. His warm fur is enough to keep him insulated against the frigid temperatures of Mount Insidius’ altitude, and as such the only articles of clothing he wears are the scabbard on his back, for his cold blade, and a thin belt holding up the carriage for his gun.
Weapons: Frost is equally proficient with his broadsword, Frostbite, and his Tarydium Stinger, a gatling-esque gun redesigned to spew needle-sharp tarydium shards in place of bullets. He does not prefer melee combat over ranged, nor vice versa; the only goal he has is to keep his mountain safe from intrusion, and the means to that end does not matter to him.
Special Powers: Frost puts a new meaning to the phrase “carving it up”, as he uses Frostbite’s wide blade as a sort of snowboard, holding its hilt in one hand and balancing atop the flat of the blade.
Quote: “I’ve got half a mind to kill you, and the other half agrees.”

Name: Godmachine
Age: None
Gender: None
*Species: Robot
Alignment: Evil
Personality: The amalgamation of all three of Gamma, Omicron, and Delta Hellbot, the Godmachine is the penultimate robotic weapon. It has the same mindset as the original Gamma and Delta, that being the innate need to kill all rabbits, but the AI modification from the semi-sentient Omicron has caused it to evolve beyond the need and control of turtle commands. The only way to stop the Godmachine is to force control upon it by way of one of very few tools, such as a control cable, but it takes an insane amount of skill, brains, and guts to even have a shot at using the cable on it. Other than that, the Godmachine is invincible, merciless, and unstoppable.
Appearance: The twenty-foot-tall Godmachine is heavily armoured from top to bottom, which, while hindering it from swift movement, makes it look that much more impenetrable and intimidating. Its upper body greatly resembles the angular armour of Gamma, while its legs, though now sheathed in thick metal shielding, are similar to Delta’s. Also, like Omicron, its arms are too large compared to the rest of its proportions, and they end in giant hands, each big enough to grab and crush a rabbit in its grip.
Weapons: In and of itself, the Godmachine is a weapon, with a multitude of guns, launchers, and pure brute force at its disposal. Its seemingly favoured method of attack is to launch heatseeker rockets from the palms of its enormous hands.
Special Powers: The Godmachine’s super-tough exterior chassis makes it invulnerable to all but the very strongest of attacks.
Quote: “The Godmachine will destroy you!”