ReaperAndMax

You hear a little rattling coming from a small shop, ran by a human and, as you heard, a summon gone wrong, at the same time well. When you come up to the counter, you see a black-robed, hood-up person… at least, until you see the bones. This skeleton laughs loudly, and holds out a hand. “Nice t’ meet ya, mate! I’m Reaper, and my summoner is Max. How do you do, and what is it you’re looking for?”
Those are my two MAIN characters. A human and their skeleton. A few side characters are in now.
Amongst the ruins of an abandoned lab, goop covering every place possible with its carbon-color, somewhere in the heart laid a sleeping creature… who was named Puro. They were friendly, as they could be, though people have been heard to run from them out of their own fear. That was the truth, they weren’t scary in any way.
That was Puro. Apparenlty we’ve got a few NSFW refs but they can be completely SFW if you ask.
Out on a beach, looking into the distance, laid a lonely Umbreon anthro, who was named Ebony, enjoying the view of a sunset. As you approached them, they turn around, and their easy-going attitude sets into view, and they get up, shaking hands with you, though trying not to hurt you with the claws on the ends. Already easy to see, a pokeball-sort-of-amulet is on their neck, though its purpose hidden within is to, like Reaper and Max’s store’s enchantment, disassemble anything thrown at them, to base parts making up each and every induvidual item. Though heavily modified for pokeballs. It’s hard to remove, anyhow, without being shocked to hell and back. “Hey, I’m Ebony. What’s your name, stranger?”
That’s a lean girl who is more of a talker than a warrior…
In a wintery hell of an area, you come across a hobbit-hole-style cabin, though surely to have someone well-endorsed in surviving these terrible conditions inside. As you knock on the door, a scaled creature opens the door, holding what appears to be a staff… and they invite you in. He has you sit before him on a chair, a fireplace going. “I’m Xen, for you to know. I favor the cold; it keeps me company when I’m alone with thoughts of a warmer time in its blanket of white. Tell me… who may you be?”
Xen’s an interesting one, tell ya what.
Coming soon: Hiriyaki