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Name: Malkan “Mal” Malenfant

Age: 776

Gender: Female

Race: Tekhsmi

Occupation: Electronics and Weapons Merchant/Mechanic/Hacker/Anything anyone wants her to do so long as they name the right price.

Training:
• Mechanical, Electrical and Computer Engineering
• Forging weapons/Weapons Handling
• Computer Programmer/Hacking
• Martial Arts - Krav Maga Style

Powers:
• Technomancy: Using her mind, Malkan has the ability to quickly create any technological item so long as she has the raw materials
for them. She can also infuse essence into said items to reinforce them if she desires. Malkan can control other tech not created
by her as well although the bigger the tech the more power it takes as they’re not “tuned to her frequency”.
• Electromagnetic manipulation: Malkan can see different objects and beings in the world as electric fields. Because of this, she is
able to manipulate these fields to form an attack such as an EM blast or a defensive shield. In addition, by putting herself in a
trancelike state, she can extend her conscious into these fields and wreak havoc without leaving a trace.

Equipment:
• Goggles/Glasses – Although she has perfect vision, Mal uses her goggles or glasses when the electric fields around her are too
distracting or she wants to focus on the task at hand.
• Cybernetic right arm – After the incident, Mal lost her right arm. Thus, she built herself a new one that helps her out. Like a
swiss army knife, the arm houses many tools that Mal uses to build her tech.
• Left gauntlet – Like her right arm, Mal’s left gauntlet also helps her build. It’s most notable purpose is to help her infuse
essence into her tech.
• Equipment belt – Mal equipment belt houses small orbs that can be quickly programmed into many things from flash grenades to small
spy-bots
• Boots – Mal’s boots ground her when she’s working to help her avoid electric shocks.


Motivation:
Malkan was born to be an inventor and engineer. She likes taking tech and making it more efficient or creating new items that no one has ever thought about before. And if she can get money for her creations and free beta-testing, all the better.
Personality: To outsiders and new customers, Malkan keeps a cordial and professional disposition. She is very business-savvy and goes to great lengths to ensure customer satisfaction. However, for to her regulars, she’s prone to be more sarcastic and can often guess what they need before they even open their mouths.
Being a cyborg, Malkan’s cybernetic components allow her to retain and parse data quickly, making her very sharp and intelligent. Unfortunately, because of this, Malkan is quick to judge based on her perceived intelligence level of a person. She is quick to dismiss a person if she deems them too simple to converse with her. In addition, Malkan is also very logical. The organic parts of her allow her to understand emotional thought to some extent, but she doesn’t understand why it drives as many people as it does.

Flaws:
• Electricity – The circuitry in Mal’s own body can’t take high volumes of electricity or it’ll short out rendering herself simply
human. She circumvents most shocks by modifying her boots to act as a ground.
• Doesn’t know what to do when worlds don’t have a lick of tech.
• Workaholic

Bio:
Because intelligence is valued so much, young Tekhsmis are monitored very closely from the day they were born. The Tekhsmis have a centralized schooling system that all their children attend where the focus is engineering and math but also history and law. Upon completion, students take an aptitude test where they are placed in a caste. Then they are paired up with a mentor with the intent that they’ll replace said mentor upon their age of retirement.
Upon taking her aptitude test and scoring a decently high mark, Malkan was placed in the third caste of invents where she was paired with her mentor Tibor. Tibor was a renowned Tekhsmi who had created many inventions for his people. Star-struck, Malkan sought to learn as much as she could from Tibor, and Tibor, seeing the potential in his young student, took her under his wing. However, Tibor also had other plans. For years, Tibor wanted to see if he could capture a demon and harness its powers. Without telling her his true motivations, Tibor tasked Malkan to build a machine for the sake of “harnessing powers not familiar to the Tekhsmis”.
To this day, Malkan is not exactly sure what happens (although she assumes Tibor couldn’t control the demon as well as he thought he could). She remembers finishing her machine for Tibor and was working on another project when a loud explosion rocked the building she was in. Sensing that it was it was towards her mentor’s lab, Malkan ran over to check to find him battling a demon. She joined in, only to be quickly knocked out by one of its long tentacles.
When she came to, it was a week later. She was missing an arm and according to the doctors, the only reason why she survived was because she had exalted. Apparently, the demon had leveled a whole city before it could be disposed. It killed thousands of Tekhsmis, including Tibor. Enraged by the tragedy, the senators put her on trial as soon as she could walk again. Despite valuing the exalted for their rarity, the senators did not want to chance another fiasco like this. For her part in this event, Malkan was banished and erased from Tekhsmis history.
For years, Malkan wander the world aimlessly, unsure of what to do next while trying to figure out her own powers. She then fell into with a few pirates before she realised piracy wasn’t the life for her with all its constantly pillaging and stealing . One day, Malkan was given a ship. Slowly, she began making her wares and selling it to whomever she could. For commission work, Mal has set up her own network on her PDAs that she sells. People can request items through a form on the device and she’ll either approve or reject the commission. People can also request her more illegitimate items on these devices as well after cracking a few puzzles and encryptions, if they’re smart enough.

Extra Info: Malkan gets annoyed when asked if she sells Dragon Blooded; she does not have time to go dragon hunting.

Name: Karna Vex Cartellas
Age: Thirty One
Race: Ghelt
Culture: The Ghelt tend to be very goal oriented. The ends justify the means, so long as the ends suit them. They have very limited control over essence on their own, so they often use devices and technology to do so for them. As a result, they are extraordinarily advanced in their technology. They also tend to have considerably more stamina than humans, although they aren't stronger or faster on average. Their home planet was destroyed by a devil recently, and all specimens of this species died or have become drifters. All this isn't to say they're hostile, however. They could swing either way.



Occupation/Concept Karna, a beast refined is an expert hunter. An expert in raged combat, invasion and reasonable magic use. Trained in the use of pole arm, bow and rifle. A third partner to two compatriots of his own.
Training:
- Infiltration: Trained in espionage, assassination and information gathering. Karna is able to use technology and social science to infiltrate locations or organisations previously unavailable to him
- Disguise: Karna must disguise himself as a human to conduct interactions on a daily basis, he’s become quite adept with this. This works in with his infiltration skills.
- Tracking: Having trained in various locations from highly civilised techno cities to desert cities and forests, Karna is adept at hunting and tracking all those he is tasked with finding.
- Long Range weaponry: Karna is highly adept at using long range weapons. Due to his higher than average eyesight and intellect Karna has trained himself to be able to consistently take shots of unrestricted range with various weapons including Longbow, Compound bow and Rifle.
- Weapon and Armour maintenance: Battle comes and goes, with that in mind Karna is able to fix and maintain all damage dealt to his weapon and armour. His OCD means he is always keeping it at a high standard in working order.
- Essense Use: Currently actively training these abilities. Karna has focused on three abilities which, if used correctly have devastating effect but also drain him considerably due to his poor essense control.
Powers:
Advanced eye sight
Magic to Weapon infusion
- Cascade: Firing one magical infused arrow into the air creates multiple arrows that rain down upon a vast landscape
- Sever: Three imbued magical arrows fired at the same time at a higher acceleration meant to sever limbs
- The North Star: A singular arrow infused with essence to which when fired will always find its desired mark, no matter the distance.
- Scorpion Sting: Arrows coated with essence draining poisons.
Advanced agility and stamina.
Eidetic memory
Infiltration skills
Moderate hand to hand combatant





Equipment:
Universal Translator Implant
PDA
Custom built multiple pulley longbow + Arrows
Custom built long distance sniper rifle + Ammunition
Custom hip holster for arrows
Custom back holster for bow.
Custom suit of armour
Cloaking Module
Advanced sensor technologies.
Exoshield network

Airship: The hitsquad is in possession of an airship, but Zetsuko's character owns and maintains it

Motivation: Protect (((ZET))) as he studies the gods. In the process he hopes to learn something about why his species can't manipulate essence in quite the same way the others can.

Personality:Karna is a quiet, contemplative personality with wild desires that remain out of his grasp. Wealthy or not, He is driven by desire, driven by the need for more. He’s respectful when he speaks, however respect isn’t given unless earned. Viewing people as objects rather than people removes any emotional attachment to them, finding he works best in small groupings or singular. Everyone is in his sights at one point or another. For those who manage to get past his lone wolf persona they find an unbridled loyalty to protect and serve all he considers comrade and friend. Karna is also fascinated with the desire learn everything about the Gods that exist. Why they exist, what they do. Karna is a perfectionist, everything he does revolves around making sure nothing is out of place. Everything is clean, in pristine working order or carefully repaired to bring it to an accepted working order.

Flaws:
-Lone Wolf Mentality
-Greed
-Audacious
-Impious
-Perfectionist
-Known Stimulant user
-Blunt

Bio: Karna was born to a family that didn’t give a damn about him. Downtrodden and poor, he took to spending time with groups during his youthful age that gave him a reputation as a scrapper. A sub-par brawler. In these days Karna was picked up by an uncle so far removed he didn’t believe he was family. This Uncle took him away from his family and begun training him as a houndsmen. A hunter for the royal guard.

Removed from population and dropped in hazardous zones with little on him except his armour, his weapons and some notes - “Survive”. Karna’s uncle had a unique way of testing ability and mental strength. He would lace Karna’s food and drink with strong hallucinogenic while also making him drink a vial of strong hallucinogenic liquid before he was dropped off. If he could survive and use his skills while also being imcompacited by hallucinations, then he would be valuable everywhere he went.

After ten years with the guard, Karna joined two comrades of his as a tactical team. Their first mission together was a failure, at least that is what he was told as he was knocked out and awoke in the med-bay of his ship. Now he works with his comrades to find out what they can about the gods and why his people were part of a genocide.

Extra Info: Pseudo-Vampire: We take the appearance of a Vampire but we never actually died.
Physical Limits: We have significantly higher stamina than other species, but on average we're not stronger or faster.
Magical Limits: We have a difficult time harnessing the essence all around us. Instead we use highly advanced technology.

Name: E.T.R.C #3418
Nickname: Ripley
Age: 7 Tirtunian years (Approximately 40 human years)
Gender: Equivalent to a male
Race: Tirtunian

Culture: The Tirtunian culture is not one of eons-old traditions, art and celebrations, in fact, one could say they barely have a culture. The Tirtunians are more concerned about progressing their species instead of just living life, going out and having fun like most other races. This has brought them incredibly advanced technology without the use of magic, though they also use a touch of magic as well when old man science can’t do the job. Tirtunians spend their time looking for things to experiment on, things to discover, things to meddle in. They want to know everything about the universe and how it works.

Racial Features:
-Flexible Bones: Tirtunians have bones made of a cartilage-like substance that allows them to fit in tight spaces without harm.

-Mucus Coating: A clear fluid covers the skin of Ripley, this slick glaze is helpful for escaping the grasp of predators and sliding into tight spaces easily.

Description: A vaguely humanoid robot, seven feet tall very bulky, painted a light grey in most areas with strange, aqua marine markings covering the chest, arms and legs. The head of the robot is attached to the front in a slouch. Tubes going into the back of the head and on the sides of the chin secure it in place. A tight seam flows down the chest and abdomen. A large visor seems to act as it’s eyes, glowing brightly blue. The joints and abdomen appear to have some kind of special armor “plating” that looks like it moves like flesh and muscle.

When out of the suit, Ripley appears as a bipedal, insectoid alien, somewhere around four feet and nine inches. His blue skin has a rubbery texture that seems to shine, like it was covered in a perfectly clear crystal. Large butterfly eyes protrude from his mannequin-like head. A slit runs down where it’s mouth would be. His knees appear to be bent backwards like a raptor, with feet vaguely resembling hooves or an elephant’s foot. His seemingly emasculated arms end in 6-fingered hands with blunt, rounded claws. A slender build reveal Ripley’s vertical rib cage.

Occupation/Concept: Researcher Cybernetic, Fugitive

Training:
Engineering
Use in Tirtunian technology
Basic combat
Use in T.R.C suits

Powers:
-Electricity Manipulation: Ripley has the power to manipulate electricity in many ways. These ways include manipulating machinery by flowing the current into other parts of the machine. He can also channel the electricity into himself, allowing him to have a voltaic flow of electricity at his fingertips. Depending on how much he has in him he can release puny, taser-like sparks or blasts of miniature lightning.

-Tagging: Ripley can “tag” a creature by touching it, this means that a glowing outline, visible only to Ripley, surrounds the creature that is touched. Ripley can only tag four creatures before he begins to be mentally strained. Ripley can dispel this at any time.

-Telepathic Connection: Again, by touching a creature Ripley can cast a weird magical spell. This time, it allows Ripley to establish a telepathic connection with the creature, allowing him to talk with the creature as if he was right in front of it. Ripley can dispel this at any time. Only eight creatures can have a telepathic connection with Ripley before mental strain kicks in.

-Hovering: What’s that in the sky? It’s Ripley. He can hover for short periods of time either in or out of his suit. He seems to be able to hover for longer without the suit. This is useful for crossing short distances by getting a long, running jump and gliding over whatever needs gliding over.

Equipment:
-T.R.C Uplinker: Ripley, like all Tirtunians, had a small, round hole drilled into his upper back and a outlet for a plug fitted into it. This allows Ripley to operate his T.R.C suit. Simply plug in a viola, your mind takes care of the rest!
-PDA and Universal Translator Implant, a must-have.
-T.R.C Suit: Ripley can plug into the suit by simply inputting a code on the wrist’s keypad, climbing and squeezing into the suit’s tight fit, plugging in, and finally closing up the suit. Using his mind, he can move the suit like it is his body. (how he wishes it was)

The suit is made out of a incredibly strong alloy that protects well against corrosives and extreme pressures such as the vacuum of space. Insulation and shock absorbers protect from ludicrous temperatures and devastating shockwaves. The abdomen and joints are made of a Non-Newtonian gel that hardens on hard impacts with things like explosions and bullets, and goes back to it’s gel, muscle-like form that flows like living flesh. The left wrist has an arm computer built into it, which can do such things such as send messages back to his ship, open the suit up so he can get out, and putting the machine on autonomous mode, which enables an A.I that acts as a guard that patrols a set area and protects it using brute force.

Airship: (Credit to steam user Machinecult)



The S.S Lamprey, A simple scrap airship piloted by sky pirates that Ripley took over, according to Ripley the captain attacked first, whether this is true is unclear. He now acts as the new captain after the unexpected munity. The crew consists of people who were captured due to their impressive ship repairing/managing skills and people who you should probably check your pockets after you meet them. The likelihood of them killing you is very, very slim due to Ripley’s strict orders and retraining, so don’t worry too much. The ship has twenty crew members.

Motivation: To live life away from his oppressive society, meet new people, and discover new things.

Personality: As a researcher, his job required going to distant and far off worlds and contacting many different lifeforms of all types so the Tirtunians can satisfy their infinite curiosity. This called for the ability to be careful and interact with things very slowly to minimize the risk of things going wrong. This cautiousness stuck with him later in life. He keeps his emotions internal most of the time, calculating what to do in any given situation. He tries to go with the most peaceful option (most of the time) but won’t drag himself into other people’s problems unless he is asked to help, which he will usually agree to. If you meet him, don’t expect to get into a lengthy conversation with him, over time he will begin to trust you and will be around you more often. He is more moral than most of his species, having the ethics of any normal person. Ripley is a bit naive as well, such as not understanding certain metaphors, he is quite innocent for a Tirtunian, and even for a human.

However, Ripley can be cruel as well, like his crew for example, harsh punishments are dealt to those who are caught doing their old tricks from when they were still under the command of a bloodthirsty skypirate captain. Tales of the madness induced by hours and hours of waterboarding and chinese water torture fill the sleeping quarters during full moons. Another example; if you keep poking him with a wooden pole, he will soon grab that pole and break it over his knee. It is just natural for his species, but mostly he keeps it under control.

Flaws:
-With the armor itself, the Non-Newtonian armor plating is resistant against fast, strong attacks but a simple stab with a knife or sword could penetrate it like it was a expired lump of Jelly.
-Ripley is not good at repairing normal human things, he is likely to just short circuit them.
-Ripley’s cruelty is sometimes way more than needed, I.E the pole example.
-Ripley is naive as mentioned previously.
-Human interaction may be a little difficult for him.

Bio: Born during a time when the Tirtunians were especially interested in Exalteds, Ripley lived the normal Tirtunian life of working as soon as he could walk on two feet. The Tirtunians were a brutal society in Ripley’s eyes, but he kept to himself, knowing what they do to those who started to get a rebellious attitude. Not a peep of his qualms was ever uttered from his vertical mouth.

Then one day while he was waking up, prepared for the long day of negotiating with hostile races, the Tirtunian Council was knocking on his door. Ripley had been chosen to participate in an experiment that would result in the perfection of the Tirtunian species: Finding out how someone becomes an Exalted.

The tests were reasonable at first, mundane things like seeing if it occurs when you do your job and it happens randomly. It was like there wasn’t even an experiment going on. Oh, how Ripley wish he was prepared for the tests that happened next.

The escalation of the tests was faster than a hawk, before he knew it he was killing innocent creatures and crippling them for life. The tests were quickly getting so nonsensical and random that it was clear the Council was just throwing ideas at the wall and still using the ones that didn’t stick. One moment he was seeing if insulting someone was the cause of being Exalted, the next he was seeing if it was beating random creatures to death with only his fists. Appalled, Ripley sought to escape his home planet as he was both sick and terrified of his race’s brutality and hunger for power.

The Tirtunian Council seemed to latch onto the idea that violence caused Exalteds, they were about to run a string of gruesome tests with Ripley, but there was a small problem: He was gone. Ripley was nowhere to be found, but a missing escape pod was an obvious clue as to what happened…

Crash landing on a backwater shithole of a planet, Ripley woke up with the worst headache of his life and a odd feeling, he couldn’t place one of his six fingers on what it was, but he swore it was something… something he was trying to find for a long time…

Walking around the place in his towering T.R.C Suit, Ripley could tell that sooner or later he would encounter some kind of thug of crook, it was inevitable. Ripley was confident in his ability to fight off even the strongest criminal in his suit, it was nearly impenetrable. Suddenly he heard a distant boom of an explosion, he couldn’t turn around fast enough before a large, black object grazed his helmet at an incredible speed on knocked him out, before he fainted he could see a cannonball lodged in the

hillside. Damn pirates…

His next waking moment was tied up with strong chains, in the deck of a airship that looked like it had sat in the bottom of the ocean for a couple decades, was fished out, and repaired with whatever scraps the sky pirates could get their hands on. It was night, looked like everyone was sound asleep. The chains held him down, for about a nanosecond. The CLINK of the breaking chains didn’t seem to alert any of the denizens onboard, good.

Making his way to the captain’s quarters, he made quick work of him. However Ripley may have been a wee bit too loud as the entire crew came rushing in to see their captain’s head splattered all over the walls, his body creating arcs of electricity and twitching, with the huge robot thing they captured standing over his body. Ripley took advantage of the crew’s horror to assume his position of the new captain. With a powerful, monotonous voice, he bellowed for anyone who opposed his role as the new captain to stand up. About ten people not only stood up, also shot and charged at Ripley. There were ten less crew members that day.

From that day forward, Ripley sailed around the world, to find purpose, to discover, to meet new civilizations and people, and sure as hell to never return to his home planet.

Extra Info: -He ain’t dragon blooded, that’s for sure
-He chose his own nickname, for some reason he really likes the name Ripley.

Name: Kuonlos Van Ochens
Age: Around 47 years old
Gender Male
Race: Ghelt
Culture: The Ghelt tend to be very goal oriented. The ends justify the means, so long as the ends suit them. They have very limited control over essence on their own, so they often use devices and technology to do so for them. As a result, they are extraordinarily advanced in their technology. They also tend to have considerably more stamina than humans, although they aren't stronger or faster on average. Their home planet was destroyed by a devil recently, and all specimens of this species died or have become drifters. All this isn't to say they're hostile, however. They could swing either way.
Racial Features:

• Pseudo-Vampire: We take the appearance of a Vampire but we never actually died.
• Physical Limits: We have significantly higher stamina than other species, but on average we're not stronger or faster.
• Magical Limits: We have a difficult time harnessing the essence all around us. Instead we use highly advanced technology.

Appearance

Occupation/Concept Kuonlos is a techno-warrior mercenary who is part of a three man hitsquad. Within this squad he fills the role of an armoured warrior, and can provide buffs of protection to himself and his allies.
Training:

• Melee Weapons: He is unusually good at using melee weapons. Not just swords, but polearms, axes, blunt weapons, and any kind of handheld weapon you can name. He has a preference for his sword, Bacus Uchin.
• Disguise: He must disguise himself as a human to do much interaction on a daily basis, so he's become quite good at this.
• Ship Maintenance: He's definitely no engineer, but he can perform minor repairs.
• Mounted Gunning: Kuonlos has picked this up recently, so he's still not great at it, but he can operate a ship's gun with a decent level of skill.
• Weapon and Armour maintenance: During fights things get bloody, dirty, and sometimes nicked. He has to know how to clean and repair his equipment so it doesn't become a larger problem, like rust.
• Intimidation: He is particularly large, wears a lot of armour, and carries two weapons with him wherever he goes. What about that could be intimidating? He tends to draw focus on the battlefield, because if you don't take him out, he will take you and your buddy out. In conversation he tends to cow those he talks to. If they're particularly susceptible to fear, he may even be able to deliver orders.

Powers:

• Absorb: Kuonlos forms a magical ward that fully encircles him. This is used to absorb impact more so than damage, causing him to power through other attacks. He absorbs 17% of damage through this. (think poise in Dark Souls 1).
• Decaying Touch: Kuonlos touches his opponent with a hand shrouded in evil souls drawn out of his sword. This applies necrosis to the affected area, and curses the target with the same enchantment that his sword does. (details under equipment)
• Unholy Strength: A fairly standard self buff. Causes Kuonlos to become stronger, and move faster as a result. (Enchanted creature gets +2/+1)
• Dark Pulse: Kuonlos emits a shockwave centered on him with a strength and range proportionate to the essence expended. Depending on strength, this can cause people to stagger, knock them over, or send them flying.
• Dark Plate: Kuonlos creates a suit of magic armour to surround an ally. It resists fairly well against everything except light magic. Dark magic is absorbed into the armour. This spell is quite potent, so it's a constant drain on Kuonlos. Usually he can only keep it up for about 1-2 mins.
• Twisted Armour: There is nothing a melee warrior hates more than an archer. Kuonlos can create a suit of armour on himself that causes all projectiles that hit it to fall to the floor harmlessly. It lasts five seconds, requires a moderate amount of energy, and can have ten projectiles hit it before it shuts down.

Equipment:

• PDA and universal translator. Everyone already knows what this is so I'll skip a description
• Full body suit: Amalgamated from pieces of armour, cloth, and bionics. It covers his entire body. It's mostly armour, but there's some cloth and a few bionics. The armour plates are balanced. Light, but not so light that they'll crumple. They're fitted similarly to gothic plate to provide very good protection while allowing good maneuverability.
• Assorted Maintenance Tools: Whetstones, files, sharpening steels, oilcloths, regular cloths, spare straps, spare rivets, hammer and small anvil, etc. He uses this to repair his weapons and armour should they get damaged.
• Assorted melee weapons: He owns all kinds of weapons. Typically he only carries two. Bacus Uchin, plus one other.
  
  Bacus Uchin [+]

  
  
  A sword used by an executioner, before Kuonlos took a liking to it. Executioner swords gather evil within them over time, as the souls of the ones it kills pool up in its blade due to the lack of a point. This lends it to evil essence rather well.
  
  Because of the thick, wide blade and lack of a distal taper, cuts with this two handed sword are absolutely brutal. They can cut through unarmoured people extremely easily. To be fair, that's what it was designed for. On the other hand, it's fairly heavy and hard to use for long periods of time. Kuonlos' extra stamina allows him to fight longer than an ordinary human with it, luckily.
  
  Due to the evil pooled in the steel, Bacus Uchin has become a significantly powerful evil artefact. Cuts received from it go necrotic within a few days, often causing death or amputation. As an added bonus, when a live being dies to this sword or the necrosis it causes, it is resurrected for a period of five days under the thrall of their killer. The way this works is that when they die, the sword exchanges a soul with the person who inhabited the body: the one in the body goes into the sword, and one of the ones in the sword goes into the body. The one that enters the sword is corrupted over time, and twisted to obey Kuonlos. The one that enters the body is able to use it to enact Kuonlos' will for a preiod of five days.
  
  It is not uncommon to see bisected corpses crawling around after a battle involving Kuolnos.

Airship: The hitsquad is in possession of an airship, but Dahal owns and maintains it
Motivation: Kuonlos seeks to protect those close to him, and he has little other motivation. He lives for his friends.
Personality: Kuolnos has a strong drive toward what he wants, whether that be a long term goal, or a price cut on some food. He's not particularly easy going, either. Life is serious, life is for getting what you want, and if you disagree you're an obstacle. Then again, he isn't an idiot. He won't go around killing people just because they disagree with him, as that would cause too many problems. Instead, he uses his sword on people trying to kill him, and his armour on those who can be easily cowed.
Flaws: Due to his species, he can't manipulate essence too well, relying on technology to do it for him. Also due to his species he must remain disguised at all times, for fear of being rejected from society. As a character, he tends to use his blunt personality and strength to solve most problems. He isn't exactly dumb, but he finds himself at a loss when those don't work. From his training he tends to be weak against ranged attacks, and must get in close to do any kind of damage.
Bio: Kuonlos was born into a stable home environment which encouraged his every interest. Unfortunately for him, his fgamily was the only stable part of his life: His peers were vicious, their planet wanted to see everyone on it dead, and he was constantly troubled by nightmares. This sculpted him into an untrusting being, who knew how to keep himself alive. Despite his mistrust, he did manage to make two close friends. Karna and Dahal. Each of the three had their own shtick, and as they got older they each found ways to refine this.

Kuonlos enrolled in the Gheredin, the force of Ghelt that protects the Ghelt from the monsters that ravage their world. He was assigned to be a protector, meaning he specialised in melee combat and protective magitech. He was trained to the high standards of the Gheredin, although it was not easy. Nobody did well here. Not naturally, anyway. You would get nothing if you didn't fight for it, and because of this the strongest grew stronger and the weakest tried harder.

At the time this seemed cruel. But then Kuonlos started to notice things. Those who were stronger became complacent, and the weaker ones eventually took over. The new weak ones would feel shunned and seek to put the new stronger ones back in their place. And thus, an arms race began. This was backed by 12 hours a day of intense exercise and training: Weighted uphill running, Anti gravity training, Practical combat training, drills, teamwork exercises, and magic technique. Within this environment, Kuonlos appeared as "That guy over there". He was never good enough to be in with the strong crowd, but not bad enough to be considered weak. He did particularly well with combat, but not as good as was expected with magic.

After his training he was grouped with some others that complimented his abilities. They were assigned low risk missions to get them used to real world experience. Basically they didn't have to fight mountain wurms. Although one mission went terribly wrong. There was a low risk alert, but when they arrived, there was half a dozen demons who had sacked the village and hacked the alert machine. Now... 5 monster hunters were not nearly enough to take out 6 demons. Especially without backup. They managed to become split up by the demons, who then hunted them through the surrounding rainforest. Kuonlos was lucky enough to have his defensive magic to keep himself alive long enough to hide in the executioner's house. The next few seconds were a blur, but they ended with the demon being bisected from head to lung by the executioner's sword.

The sword felt revolting to the touch, as it had pooled the souls of all the criminals who had died by its blade within the steel. On the side, the words "Bacus Uchin" were woven into an intricate pattern of vines, corpses, and torture devices. Naturally, he took it for his own. At this moment he be became Exalted. Pure ecstasy rushed over him as motes of his essence swirled all over the town. They tore through the demons and the buildings, destroying everything that hadn't already been leveled to the ground.

After this, he met back with his old friends. They had each learned something new from their respective training, and off they went. Their first mission failed, but they kept going anyway. Kuonlos was acting as a bodyguard of sorts to Dahal while he collected information on the gods, which suited Kuonlos just fine. He was interested in the gods, but much more so in keeping his friend who knew more about them alive.

And so they have been for the past years, wandering the galaxy in search of divine knowledge.
Extra Info: Did you ever consider that dragons have cold blood, and breathe fire?