@AdobeFlash Its supposed to be more of a low growling, guttural roar than whatever Waluigi's voice box produces but that is still amusing none the less
@EmuxeI was just thinking over some stuff that was said earlier and wondered if you would be up for a little interaction between Maya and Worogoro. Maybe that someone is responsible every day for feeding Maya and it changes and today it happens to be the resident ork savant.
Finally done! @AdobeFlash thoughts? and also, if accepted, @Emuxe what do you say to Eliana and Maya having a little... backstory together? heheheheh.
Name: Grand Duchess Eliana Elatir, IMIA (Imperial Minister of Intergalactic Affairs), SDMI (Supreme Doctor of Medical Intervention)
Appearance:
A diminutive fairy-like creature, Eliana stands a mere three inches tall. She has a vaguely humanoid shape, though is especially slender and is quite pale. She has three fingers on each hand. Also, she has a mostly humanoid face structure, though her eyes are very large in her face and milky turquoise, and phosphoresce in the dark. She has a long, glossy sheet of white, semi-translucent hair, which seems to act similarly to fiber-optic threads in the dark and lights up in various shades of blue and green. Her teeth are pearly white and rather pointed, almost like fangs. Most notably she has a pair of fine, almost-translucent wings that have more of these fiber-optic strands woven through them. In addition to being pretty they also give her the power of flight.
Personality: Quite serious and devoted to her task, Eliana is the ideal specimen of her species. She does have a sense of humor, of sorts... but it is snarky, exceedingly cynical, and dark at the best of times. She is a little bitβ¦ off her rocker. Not as in crazy butβ¦ her sense of right and wrong is very, very warped. So long as she sees an experiment to be beneficial to the βuniversal understandingβ she will go through with it at any cost.
History:
Eliana never expected to wind up in this particular facility. She hails from the planet of Imperia, the capital of the now intergalactic Deminutian Consortium. She was always somewhat of a prodigy among her people, for all that she was legally considered a dwarf which led to a lot of others looking down on her research. But nevertheless, Eliana proved them all wrong. With her groundbreaking genetic research, she was able to modify the native creature Puffsprites to produce a powerful, nearly universal neurotoxin and secrete it in their saliva.
She bred massive colonies of this small, seemingly harmless creature. Around this time other Deminutian researchers had invented wormhole travel, and so Eliana took her army of fluffy, toxic almost-Deminutians to the farthest reaches of the galaxy β then the universe - reducing hundreds of great alien civilizations to mindless drones. See, this neurotoxin, while a full dose could kill even the largest creatures they ever encountered, repeated smaller doses would gradually tame even the most hostile of creatures and leave them as docile as dormice.
When she returned back to Imperia, the Grand Emperor himself was there to welcome her back. He bestowed titles upon her, giving her large holdings of fertile land, (Deminutia was, you see, still a feudal society despite their massive technological prowess) the title of Grand Duchess, and two appointments to his cabinet, as his Imperial Minister of Intergalactic Affairs (well, obviously, youβd want the one who controlled the neurotoxin to be firmly on your side and in charge of managing the people sheβd brainwashed!) and his Supreme Doctor of Medical Intervention.
A few years later, after Deminutia had become a solidly intergalactic power, the still-barely-adolescent (for Deminutians live for hundreds, or even upwards of a thousand, years) Eliana was given word of a rich land full of people. She boarded her space pod, loaded her army of Puffsprites into other pods, and was launched towards Earth. But something went wrong in the wormholes, her other pods were blown away. She appeared⦠in the middle of APTLLFTS, with only Aeona, her personal companion, and no good explanation for what had happened.
But here she has remained. She could always have Aeona (the βqueenβ of the flight of Puffsprites, and therefore the queen of all the enslaved people) call the armies of ten thousand other races down on Earth to free her, but for now, she remains entertained by this hilariously sorrowful excuse for a laboratory.
Interesting Physical Traits: Hello, sheβs likeβ¦ three inches tall? Also bioluminescent. And has really sharp teeth.
Items: Aeona (Formerly known as Test Subject A-1).
Aeona is a puffsprite, a small, barely-humanoid creature. They stand about half an inch tall when full grown, are translucent white in appearance and the entirety of their bodies phosphoresce blue at night. Puffsprites have six arms (well, four βarmsβ and two βlegsβ but the distinction is primarily in function, rather than form), and pale faces devoid of any features save for a tiny mouth with a row of fangs and two massive, glowy blue eyes. In lieu of hair they sprout long tendrils reminiscent of the wisps on cotton fluffs that allow them to launch themselves through the air and βswimβ like jellyfish. They are sentient, but not exactly sapient β while they are capable of speech their vocalization patterns are reminiscent of those of toddlers or young schoolchildren (that is, usually mostly coherent but exceedingly simple. A Puffsprite can learn more complex language over time but will quickly forget (i.e within the space of a day) if not prompted to remember.) But they are fiercely loyal to their Deminutian overlords, a fact ensured by a few mild doses of the same neurotoxin they carry.
A shocking array of scalpels and needles that seem like they might be too big for her to carry but she uses them deftly.. She's almost gotten the hang of using human-sized lab equipment.
Sorry it took me a while, @AdobeFlash, my need for sleep and lack of tea finally managed to catch up with me.
Name: Rex
Appearance: Clicky! Cute. Fuzzy. Small. Contains a surprisingly large amount of teeth. An orange tag in his ear has been half chewed off.
Interesting Physical Traits: Remarkably difficult to break. Hypoallergenic.
Personality: Alarmingly curious. If it is closed, it must be opened. If looks like food, it should be tasted. If it can be poked, prodded, nibbled, so it must be. Has a very loose and flexible understanding of what constitutes "personal space". Collects things that are interesting, although the criteria that defines whether or not something is "interesting" changes fairly often. Goes from fast asleep to frenzied and back again very quickly.
History: "Thanks for turning up to my presentation, folks. Really appreciate it. Anyway, me and Bannon, we've been cooking up something special these past few months. Now, I know there's been set-backs, and costs too, but once you see what we've produced, you'll know it's worth the effort. The perfect pet for the coming winter holiday season! No allergic reactions, so little Timmy doesn't have to spend his Christmas morning sneezing and snuffling. Can survive a fall of seventy five yards, so Mom won't have to drive out to the store and buy a new one. Spliced some homing pigeon in there, so if little Timmy gets kidnapped while walking it, it'll come right back home. It's got rudimentary language skills, it can eat just about anything and the focus group we kidnapped responded well to the colour choice and the promise of a phone-call to their loved ones. Ladies, gentlemen, fellow colleagues and what appear to be members of an armed gang associated with a local animal rights organisation that are presently trying to kick down the door, I give you... the future of pets!" - The final words of "Doctor" Higgins.
The product of an ill-conceived attempt to break into both the biological weapons and toy market a few years back, Rex is now all that remains of the project. Having survived the rigorous processes set out in the first edition of the Hazardous Materials Dispoal Manual ("Have you tried flushing it down the toilet? What about feeding it to the garbage disposal? Okay, um, just... leave it on the side of the road?"), courtesy of the resilience that would have surely made the project popular with distracted parents and dictators looking for super-soldiers alike, Rex was granted "Honorary Employee Status" as a test subject. Plus, somebody made him a little lab coat, and that's bloody adorable.
Items: A litte lab coat, with "Rex" stitched on to the pocket. A half chewed tag in his ear.