”Rainworld - The Scavengers - Rain World”

The second to enter, along with monk, their brother. Reluctant peacekeeper of the shelter. Quietly nurturing but exhausted by the role, bottles grief beneath gentle gestures, slow to anger but devastating when pushed past their limit.

The second to enter, along with survivor (their older sis). Soft-spoken keeper of the shelter's fragile calm. Gentle and conflict-averse, fills silences with small kindnesses, and quietly panics whenever the group's tension threatens to boil over.

The ninth to enter. Blunt slugcat who trusts spears over promises. Terse and pragmatic, rations words like rations food, and reads every stranger as a threat until proven otherwise. Cured of the rot infection.

The third to enter. Volatile heart of the group's tension. Fierce and impulsive, speaks accusations like weapons, hides a crushing guilt behind their aggression. Burn scars cover their body and hurt. But they don't show it.

The fifth to enter. Big-hearted beast trying to keep spirits up. Warm and easily delighted by small comforts, using cheer as armor against how frightened the gate collapse actually left them. Peach Fur.

The fourth to enter. Overflowing gossip who treats every secret like breaking news. Loud, theatrical, and perpetually thrilled by drama, gasping and exclaiming over every scrap of group tension like it's the juiciest thing they've ever heard. Blue Fur.

The eighth to enter. Sharp-edged protector who's found something worth staying for. Economical and precise, speaking in short, deliberate bursts, with a dry edge to their calm — someone who's settled fully into the group and shows it through quiet competence rather than warmth.

The Tenth to enter. Gentle pilgrim who has already grieved everything. Soft-spoken and unhurried, refusing to harm even the creatures that threaten the group, carrying a stillness that reads as peace. Long tongue they use as another hand.

The Seventh to enter. Quiet observer holding a secret. speaks in sparse careful words, seems to know more about the gate collapse than they have admitted. Can also turn invisible, and is paranoid.

The Sixth to enter. Mischievous for the fun of it, poking at sore spots just to see what happens. sharp-witted in a way that catches people off guard. Underneath the teasing is a obsessive romantic streak they keep tightly leashed, playing it cool and strategic than letting it show all at on.