Last one was from 2016: fav.me/dam9uc2 You can read all the Freelance Good Guys stories here: archiveofourown.org/series/833… Just updating designs. Some changed more than others but overall I'm happier with these ones.I actually managed to sit up all day today which...in my condition, is kind of a big deal. Doing this pic sucked the life out of me but it was worth it.

Name: Evan Foster Atlas

Age: Mid-30’s

Race: Human

Place of Birth: Greenhearst of Blue Valley, Noalen

Origin Story: “Monster by Moonlight”

The captain of the Freelance Good Guys. Evan was born sickly and weak, spending most of his childhood stuck in bed. He buried his nose in literature during all these idle hours, reading anything he could get his hands on. One day he read a book about lycanthropy and set out to catch the disease himself, hoping it would cure his other ailments.

Evan survived but lost his right leg in the werewolf attack. Regardless, his lycanthropy-infected body became much bigger and stronger. He was no longer crippled and he felt on top of the world…That is, until he failed to lock down properly on one fateful full moon.

After accidentally cannibalizing someone he loved, Evan was forced to flee Evangeline Kingdom. He feels immense guilt over his actions, and so he decided to become a “Freelance Good Guy” to repent for his wrongdoing. Now he travels the world as a heroic mercenary, helping anyone in need.

Thanks to his lycanthropy, Evan is mountainous with bulging muscles. He has peachy skin and close-cropped hair the color of dry summer grass. In place of his right leg is a prosthetic. Though he tries to appear clean and well-groomed, his stubble grows back within the hour and he always smells of dog no matter how much he bathes.

He’s gifted with enhanced strength and keen sense of hearing and smell, at the steep price of turning into a bloodthirsty monster upon every full moon. A simple sword and shield are his weapons of choice. Evan is loving and loyal, but those closest to him know that his confidence and upbeat nature are but a façade to hide his guilt.

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Name: Lukas Zawadi Fanaka

Age: Mid-30’s

Race: Human

Place of Birth: Uekoro of Midland Jungle, Serkel

Origin Story: “The Perfect Shot”

Lukas was once the prince of Uekoro, a wealthy village in Matuzu Kingdom. He and his twin brother Jelani grew up under the tyranny of their abusive mother, who always demanded nothing short of perfection from them. Their only comfort was an elven slave who they both fell in love with. This love nearly tore their village apart.

One year the Fanaka brothers returned from university, only to find that their mother had sold their elven friend to a group of Kaconenans. The two set off to rescue her, but in the heat of battle Lukas misfired an arrow and accidentally killed her. Stricken by grief and shame, he fled his village while Jelani stayed and took the throne as king.

At some point Lukas was enslaved by bandits. He was later rescued by Evan, who offered him a place on his crew…As long as he didn’t mind working alongside a lycanthrope. Obviously Lukas does not want to be recognized, so he wears a face wrap in public to conceal his identity. He wears his long dark hair bound in locks, skin colored tawny brown. He has a tall, lean build that compliments his skills in archery and acrobatics.

Lukas isn’t always a team player. His sharp tongue and sour attitude get him in trouble more often than not. Still, there is a light within him that shines when days are at their darkest.

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Name: Glenvar Oggsan Thunderhorn

Age: Early 20’s

Race: Human

Place of Birth: Kirkmar of the Halostiran Tundra, Halostira

Origin Story: “Flopper and the Whopper”

He seems to be more hair than man, with a long golden mane that reaches his knees and his robust beard in braids. He is the youngest of the crew, with the weary eyes and haggard face of someone much older. He always reeks of alcohol and tobacco. Though he’s short, round, and hardly taller than a dworf, Glenvar is a powerhouse with his big iron battleaxe.

Glenvar grew up in the harsh tundra of Halostira. When he was a teenager, he made a religious pilgrimage to the sea. He believed he was destined to become a sailor until he rescued a mermaid from his captain, and then he was swallowed by a floeback whale. In the whale’s belly he met the ocean divines, Salina and Marina.

The divines appreciated his good deed and blessed him with a “flamcor” in his heart. This magical object keeps Glenvar from freezing no matter how cold he is. He eventually found his way onto a trade ship where he met Evan and Lukas. When the ship was suddenly attacked by pirates, the trio fought them off together and Evan decided Glenvar would be a good addition to the crew.

Glenvar developed a myriad of bad habits in his youth. Today he still smokes like a chimney and drinks like a fish, and his frequent intoxication can prove problematic to his crew. Regardless, they keep him around for his warm heart.

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Name: Alaine Fontaine of Laraine

Age: Mid-20’s

Race: Human, Mermaid

Place of Birth: Laraine of Kingsfall Swamp, Evik

Origin Story: “Chains of Melody”

Alaine was once human, living the simple life in Evik’s Kingsfall Swamp. One day her father became ill and all that could cure him was a mermaid’s scale. Though she was only a child, Alaine bravely set out to skin a mermaid and save her father.

Things didn’t go according to plan, of course. After being enthralled by an undine, Alaine was turned into a mermaid herself. She spent around ten years brainwashed, forced to serve as a soldier to the Aquarian Alliance. When she suffered a head injury in battle, Alaine began to see through her thralldom and eventually escaped to Zareen Kingdom.

There she worked as a lowly entertainer until she met the Freelance Good Guys, who requested her help with a case. She accepted, and Evan was so impressed by her skills that he hired her onto the crew. Alaine has an athletic build with golden-brown skin and ocean-blue hair. Her eyes and lips are blue as well, all a side effect of her mermaid’s curse.

Alaine’s legs are covered in green scales. Whenever she’s submerged in water, these legs fuse into a fish tail and she transforms into her mermaid form. In this form she can breathe underwater and becomes more resistant to the cold. She is terribly stubborn, but sometimes her persistence is her saving grace. She is also childish at times, for she spent much of her childhood in a magical daze.

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Name: Kaseen “Jeimos” Paramonimos

Age: Mid-60’s

Race: Red Elf

Place of Birth: Damijana of Damijana Empire, Evik

Origin Story: “The Shadow Sector”

Jeimos was born to an affluent couple in the Damijana Empire. Their mother was a brilliant physicist and friend of the chieftess. She was part of Project Starlight, Looming Gaia’s first space program, and wanted Jeimos to follow in her footsteps.

Jeimos spent almost two decades in arcane school to learn teleportation magic. But what they really wanted to study was transmutation, for Jeimos felt awkward in their own body and wished to change it into a more gender-neutral form. Their parents did not support them in this however, especially after their mother began going mad from Project Starlight’s exposure.

Jeimos struggled to cope with the grief in their life and turned to pyre dust to get them through school. This magical drug quickly consumed them. Things went from bad to worse when Jeimos attacked the chieftess in a drug-fueled rage. They managed to escape the empire using teleportation and fled to Zareen Empire to the east.

They spent the next twenty years homeless but sober, until one night when they saved a drunk woman from a street-thug. That woman was Alaine, and she was so impressed by their deed that she invited them to join the Freelance Good Guys. Jeimos is the oldest and tallest of the crew, with a skinny frame and half-shaven red hair which is tied in braids. They have russet-brown skin and orange eyes.

Though they are brilliant with magic and technology, this elf’s isolated upbringing left their social skills in the dust. They are nervous and insecure, always eager for approval. Their time using pyre dust opened them to the powers of flame-magic, which they wield fiercely when situations are dire.

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