Name: Justin “Mack” Evander
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Alignment: Good
Personality: A close companion of the secluded Alex Stryker, Mack is practically Stryker’s opposite, in that he is extroverted and outspoken, but not outstandingly intuitive. He seems to be incapable of standing still for more than a few seconds at a time, and he often unconsciously falls into stance while talking to others. Also, while he’s visibly content most of the time, it doesn’t take much effort to rile him up, and he occasionally overreacts to impositions made to him. He has yet to actually strike someone out of raw anger, but it does take a lot of self-control to hold back until he can find something inanimate to beat on.
Mack has a weird sense of humour, and often finds strange things funny. As little as a random word out of context can make him laugh for a good ten minutes. If he starts snickering for no apparent reason, it’s probably a better idea not to ask what’s so funny, because his answer likely won’t make much sense anyway.
In battle, Mack is most suited to backing someone else up instead of fighting on his own. He has no method of attacking from a distance, nor of defending against such an attack, so he relies on someone else to protect him from longer-range attacks while he holds off any enemies within a certain radius.
Appearance: Beneath Mack’s blue-green fur lies a toned and defined musculature, and a proud fire burns in his greenish-gold eyes. His clothing of choice usually consists of a pair of well-worn blue jeans, a dark grey muscle shirt, and a navy blue cap that looks older than Mack himself. Also, without fail, he wraps his hands and wrists in white boxer’s wrap before fighting (unless, of course, he doesn’t get a chance to do so).
Weapons: His fists. After years upon years of martial arts and boxing training, as well as a generous amount of sparring with Stryker, Mack has become a master at hand-to-hand combat; he can even defeat an opponent who wields a sword, and has done so more than once in the past. He never uses guns, due to an “unpleasant experience” he had with a pistol sometime in the past.
Special Powers: Mack can dodge nearly any close-range attack thrown at him, whether it be a fist, foot, or blade, and come back with a fluid, lightning-fast combination.
Quote: “That sounds like something I would say.”

Name: Doctor Andreus Kraid
Age: 35
Gender: Male
*Species: Komodan Dragon descendant
Alignment: Evil
Personality: The mastermind behind Gamma, Delta, and Omicron Hellbot, and the once-trusted former partner of Professor Youngblood, Dr. Kraid betrayed his associate when he stole a recently-completed experiment from Youngblood’s laboratory. Said experiment was a personal shield generator that was allegedly nigh on impenetrable, and
with it Kraid would have supposedly become completely invincible. However, the device backfired, nearly killing Kraid on the spot, and after the injured doctor was treated for his wounds he was promptly charged with grand theft.
Almost as soon as his sentence ended, Dr. Kraid seemed to disappear entirely. Four months passed without any sign that he still existed, before the seemingly random robot raids and attacks began. The two events were not even considered to be connected in any fashion until one of the robotic grunts referred to itself as a “Kraidan.” It wasn’t long after that that Kraid made his announcement to Carrotus that he was essentially holding the planet hostage, with a robotic militia standing by to wipe out anyone who interfered with his magnum opus. Unfortunately for him, the Jackrabbit trio had the entire Kraidan force neutralized in record time, and Kraid quickly vanished back into hiding when he heard that they were coming after him. Whether it is simply that, to hide, or that he is rebuilding and improving upon his original Kraidan army, nobody is entirely sure, but since his defeat there have still been numerous accounts of unexplained robotic insurrections everywhere around Carrotus. The Jackrabbits have not forgotten about him, knowing that he may and probably will return to make a third endeavour to wreak havoc on the peaceless rabbit planet.
Appearance: Dr. Kraid’s armoured body is covered in rough, green-brown scales, from his blunt snout to the tip of his thick, heavy tail. His left eye, the only one of the two still functioning after the catastrophic backfire of the personal shield generator that he tried to steal, is a fiery orange; his right eyelid appears sealed shut by the stained scar across his eye socket. He still wears the remnants of the lab coat he wore while associated with Professor Youngblood, though it has become greatly worn and frayed, torn in a few places. He has a special gauntlet on his right hand, adorned with curved metal “claws” on the first and second knuckles of each finger; his left forearm is his weapon.
Weapons: In a particularly outrageous bout of fanaticism, Dr. Kraid removed the lower half of his left arm, replacing it with a weapon engineered several years before by himself and Professor Youngblood. This weapon is capable of loosing high-powered energy blasts, as well as functioning as a rapid chaingun of sorts. Aside from this, he is not above using his heavy tail to deliver a crushing blow.
Special Powers: None.
Quote: “This isn’t a stolen idea. It’s called an ‘unsolicited collaborative effort.’”

Name: Xerxes Odet
Age: 26
Gender: Male
*Species: Dogman (canid)
Alignment: Good
Personality: A refugee from the captive planet Dogma, driven out of his home by the scourge of the seemingly unstoppable Milian army, Odet has something of an air of bitterness about him from losing everything he once held dear. An easy way to describe him is that he is “moody”; he can change from being a quiet, calm observer to an angered beast with the slightest of instigation. Despite this, he does his best to gain the trust of as many others as he can, in an effort to surround himself with those who will fight beside him when he needs it. He made an almost immediate alliance with the radical Milian ex-king n, once he learned of the Milian’s plight, and the two became close friends and partners quickly. Their base intentions are identical: wipe out One and the Milian army, and reclaim the conquered worlds stolen from their initial populaces, including Dogma and Mil itself.
While Odet is unnervingly collected in most situations, there is one thing that antagonizes him above all else, and that is when others do not take him seriously when he tries to be serious. His short temper has earned him a lot of adversaries, almost enough to rival the countless allies he’s strove to make in the relatively short time he’s spent on Carrotus since he arrived.
Appearance: Odet has silvery-blue fur covering most of his slender form, excepting a white band of fur near his tailtip, and his brown eyes rest behind his slightly unkempt, medium-length jet-black hair. He wears a pair of rounded, metallic shoulder guards, a thin brown belt, and khaki jeans, which is essentially the extent of the clothing he was able to carry from Dogma.
Weapons: In battle, Odet uses the single-pilot fighter he used to escape Dogma, which he named the Sonic Valkyrie. While small and light, the ship is not without ample armament, and is easily enough to provide air support.
Special Powers: Odet is no novice pilot; he can pull off maneuvers that would make any Carrotan fighter pilot turn green with envy. However, he is only able to perform these maneuvers with any degree of proficiency using the Sonic Valkyrie, as he becomes somewhat inept at the controls of any other ship.
Quote: “I didn’t escape becoming a slave on one planet to become a fool on another.”

Name: Xerxes Kato
Age: 19
Gender: Male
*Species: Dogman (canid)
Alignment: Good
Personality: Odet’s younger brother Kato is, like Odet himself, a refugee from their invaded homeworld of Dogma; however, he seems not to be quite as bitter about the loss, owing to the fact that he grew up in his brother’s shadow, never really getting to make his own choices and, as such, never being able to make much of a life for himself on his homeworld. On Carrotus, however, he has found himself able to start anew, and build a reputation the way he wants it.
It is important to note, for those who meet him, that most of the calm, collected front Kato puts on is exactly that, nothing more than a façade. Beneath it, he is no doubt quite cynical, possibly as much so as his older brother; he is simply better than Odet at controlling and masking his emotions. He does his best to either enjoy himself or to make himself useful to others, simply to keep himself busy.
Kato usually doesn’t participate in open warfare, though he will if he is needed to. Instead, he prefers reconnaissance, either with or without his brother’s assistance. He is quite capable of holding his own, so he does not depend on Odet; however, they do make an efficient team if and when they are on the same mission.
Appearance: Unlike his brother, Kato has silver and white fur along his back and belly, respectively. His eyes are an almost unnaturally light, icy cyan, and typically has no discernible expression upon his lips. He wears loose-fitting grey jeans, a brown leather belt, metal elbow guards, and thin black gloves, as well as a pair of racing goggles that he rarely actually wears, and are usually dangling around his neck.
Weapons: Kato makes skilled use of, in essence, an ATV with guns, using it to clear out any enemies Odet can’t pick off with the Sonic Valkyrie, or simply to wreak havoc upon any lizard unwise enough to get in his way.
Special Powers: The fur on Kato’s back is stiff, barbed, and sharp as needles. While it doesn’t protect the skin underneath, it does serve as a rude awakening to anyone who tries to lay a hand on him.
Quote: “I’m not a follower. Everyone else just gets in my way.”