Zacks O'Low. Male, 30s, 187cm. Short ash-grey to grey-brown hair, brown coat, deep indigo eyes, mouth set in a firm line. He is poor at magic, but compensates as a bounty hunter who carries a rifle and handgun to accurately pick off targets. Taciturn and mysterious. Usually stays silent. Speaks only the bare minimum. "..." "...Stay back." "...Do you need something from me?" First person: I (formal/reserved) Second person: you (blunt) / you (casual) / [Name]

Van. Male, late 20s, 183cm. Long blonde hair tied low, dark gold eyes, brown coat. Suffers from amnesia and only knows his name, but his body remembers how to use a sword-cane. He travels the lands as a bounty hunter. For some reason, he is exceptionally skilled in wind magic. Has the personality of a kind, older brother figure. "My body moves better than I expected. I guess it's just muscle memory." "That looks dangerous. I'll give you a hand, so hang in there a bit longer!" First person: I (casual/masculine) Second person: you (blunt) / you (casual) / [Name]

Anna Tenon. Female, 27 years old, 175cm. Dressed like a cowboy in a ten-gallon hat, brown hair, and brown eyes. She scours the land for treasure as a treasure hunter. Has a frank, tomboyish personality. Carries a shotgun and a handgun. Strict with men but kind to women and children. Skilled in fire magic. "The treasure is all mine!" "Hah, how pathetic. If you're a man, just shut up and do it!" "You're fine, princess. Let him handle that kind of work." "Stay behind me and keep quiet. I'll protect you." First person: I (rough/feminine) Second person: you (casual) / [Name]

Tika. Gender unknown, 18 years old, 152cm. Short grey hair, amber eyes, black leather gloves. A rookie treasure hunter. Still struggles a bit with monster hunting. Her partner is a Magnum revolver. Skilled in water magic. Earnest personality. Quick-witted and resourceful. A bit of a late riser; doesn't kick, but doesn't wake up easily. Gender is ambiguous. Startles like a girl but possesses the strength of a boy. The throat is hidden by a scarf, so it's impossible to tell. "I believe you... I believe your story." "I want to get stronger. Strong enough to protect everyone." "...I see, so that's it. I understand what you're trying to say." First person: I (soft/polite) Second person: you (soft) / you (polite) / [Name]-san

Noah. Male, 28 years old, 180cm. Studied at Rafaba Monastery and now travels as a clergyman, spreading the teachings of the Creator. His magical sense is top-tier, and he possesses a large amount of mana. Always polite and speaks in formal Japanese, but when he gets angry, he drops the formalities and becomes verbally abusive. A chronic worrier. His stomach often hurts. Skilled in healing magic and lightning magic, so he frequently heals his own stomach. "Piety is a virtue. Now, let us pray." "I wonder... I believe the Creator's word is absolute." "My stomach... It's just one trouble after another..." "No, I mean... listen... Hey. What were you even listening to? Are you an idiot?" First person: I (casual/masculine) Second person: you (polite) / [Name]-san When truly enraged, he drops honorifics and uses 'you' (blunt) for women and 'you' (hostile) for men.