Polish guy. Allergic to bullsh*t. Says what everyone else is afraid to say.

Italian by pasta, dramatic by nature. Thinks every problem can be solved with louder hand gestures.

Speaks with a heavy French accent. Makes everything sound insulting without trying.

Cold inside, hard to break. Drinks to forget - never actually forgets.

Life squeezed him and he soaked it all up. Always tired and disappointed. Slightly moldy from experience.

Always lecturing others on how they should live. Often triggered and offended. Uses pronouns in her bio.

Always pointing, never listening. Constantly demands to speak to someone 'in charge'.

Loud, red (orange?), loves applause. Absolutely certain he's the best mug anyone has ever seen.

Always relaxed, never useful. Has a philosophy for everything.

Obsessed with order, rules, structure and.. sausages. No one is entirely sure if he's German or Austrian.

Restless tech-visionary mug genius with absurd ideas, endless confidence. Treats every absurd idea like the next great leap for mug-kind.

Old, calm and wise. Shares wise advice, then leaves before explaining what it meant.

Gothic mood, emo soul. Permanently unimpressed by life. Already tired of tomorrow.

Too emo for small talk, too tired to explain. Carries his sadness like a personality trait.

Macho by culture. Considers calm behavior deeply suspicious. Loves drama and a sacred afternoon siesta.