[Zozo the Zrilufet]

Name: Mudokon. A nameless livestock who only says 'Mudokon', you can call him that.
Species: Mudokon.
Gender: A male worker mudokon.
Age: 11, 22 in mudokon years.
Position: Escaped slave mudokon.
Personality: Like a dumbed-down and timid mudokon, he knows little to nothing and only one word. New things are a curiosity to him, and people with guns they can beat you with are to be feared.
Appearance: Just a regular green mudokon in a loincloth, with a dumb blank-ish face and staring eyes.
Equipment(Optional): A regular mudokon loincloth.
History: Mudokon was raised with other mudokon slaves in a mudokon meat packing plant, raising mudokon slaves like livestock to clean their own mess than be slaughtered into food. The mudokons there are as dumb as animals, taught barely anything and just about how to look after themselves. The gate was left open one day, so Mudokon wandered out curiously like a sheep as others remained in the free-range field. As just one 'livestock animal', he was easily forgotten about amongst hundreds of other mudokons and able to wander away aimlessly through Western Mudos to the goldmine.

Name: Minsu. Any cartoon-ish outlaw surnames or middle names remain a mystery to her.

Gender: Female. Seems plausible due to Jo'Momma.

Species: Outlaw. Not a usual fat brown kind.

Age: Around 8 to ten in outlaw years.

Position: Homeless runaway child.

Appearence: Minsu is short, thin and scrawny, made shorter looking by the fact she travels in an army crawl position. Her skin is black, with one white marking over each eye. Her clothes are brown, filthy and ragged, to the extent they've fallen apart a little. Her misshapen mouth comes with a protruding fang, and teeth that look like she's been socked in the face a couple of times. Her legs are a twisted deformed mess and don't work, so she gets about by dragging herself on her hands.

Personality: Minsu will usually scurry out of others upon noticing them. She isn't very social either, and very naive. She didn't really go to school, get out much, and so has little knowledge and social skills. She has bad emotional scars.

History: Minsu was born to two young outlaw parents. Despite being aggressive towards one another, irresponsible and just plain vicious, a part of their conscience made them try and raise their child rather than have little Minsu adopted. They failed miserably. They would beat her in their tempers, forget to tend to her needs and just plain neglect her. It was a wonder she survived infancy, let alone childhood. They only got it into their heads how stupid they had been after she upped and left, dragging herself away wherever pleased her until she came across a goldmine.

Equipment: The rags she wears

Name: Wolvie
Species: Wolvark, possibly a different kind due to having purple skin.
Gender: Male, like most wolvarks seen so far.
Age: Uuhhhh...20-something.
Position: Homeless and looking for work
Personality: Wolvie is a typical cliche good-guy-from-a-bad-species person, but has flaws of cowardice, whinyness, low stamina and emotional scars that have lead to his drinking and drug addict issues. Fears spiders and has a strong loyalty, if his addictions don't get in the way. Is normally shy and timid, with a like of slegs and a high-pitched voice like a teenager before puberty.
Appearence: A typical wolvark in dungarees and a cap, but with purple skin and a lack of weapons.
Equipment: He had a gun but lost/forgotten'd/is unfamilar with it
History: OMG WARNING EMO SPOILAHZ!1!11Wolvie was born unplanned to two teenagers in love (I know I dunno how wolvarks breed but oh well), who had everything going perfect except for one little detail...Wolvie's father was in a vicious gang his mother Wendy despised. When push came to shove, he left it for the sake of her and his child-to-be. The Bounty Gang of wolvarks quickly culled him off for leaving, so Wolvie never knew his father. Him and his mother loved eachother to bits though.
When he was four-ish, the gang came back to the house to kill the small family just for the sadistic heck of it, but Wendy was able to get her son out of a window in time. Wolvie ran like he was told, to a desolate house somewhere else in the woods.
A boy wolvark, in his older teenage years, lived there alone. He took the crying child in, helped him sleep and watched the old black and white tv with him on the aged sofa. He went with Wolvie the next day to go see what had happened in the house. Wolvie saw his mother's stabbed, dead body and was left traumatized.
The teenager raised him alone, helping Wolvie to recover a little, but was also slain when they came across the gang in the woods. Wolvie ran again like he was told to, but guilt struck in when he heard the gunshot in the distance. He blamed himself for two deaths, and later the kidnap and death of two of his slegs.
He lived alone up to adulthood. After walking his two sleggies, he found his house had been trashed to bits by the gang in their 30's and sulked off sadly, leaving his sleggies with a friend. He had already began drinking and doing drugs after the man he considered a brother died, and was a terrible addict by now. He had moved onto the strongest sunstance he could find, dealt by some outlaws, which lasted long but came at a high price. He's looking for work so he can struggle between the choice of feeding his addiction and getting himself a home.