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Name: Sulk Mandragora
Race: Aconite: A humanoid race of ephemeral beauty and mystique, the Aconites commanded a vast interstellar empire in ages past. Wielding their great mastery of science and magic, they modified their own race to be without physical flaw, and to possess inborn psionic power. However, this served only to deepen their pride and vanity, and in time their empire crumbled until their homeworld was conquered by the Crux Tenebre, and their race was driven to near-extinction.
Age: 583
Gender: Male
Appearance: Like the other few remaining members of his dead race, Sulk is possesses a fey, almost supernatural beauty. Skin the color of bleached bone, long hair of pure white that turns to bright cerulean near its tips, and emerald eyes that burn with psionic power. His form is lithe and powerful, and his features appear as though wrought by a master sculptor. Marring his ephemeral beauty are a variety of battle scars across his chest and limbs, a tapestry of sailor and prison tattoos across his back and over his hands, and the Crux Tenebre's pirate branding on his left forearm. When outside of battle, he prefers to wear only a pair of loose-fitting trousers, and supportive wrappings about his wrists, ankles and midsection.
Homeworld: Phantasmagoria: Once a lush paradise world and the capital of the Aconite Empire, Phantasmagoria has since been reduced to a smoldering wasteland of black glass and glowing radiation. Nominally within the core-systems of the Crux Tenebre, after being rendered uninhabitable by atomic warfare, Phantasmagoria is considered a backwater planet of almost no value. The few surviving Aconites scrape out an existence deep underground, scavenging for technology and mourning the lost glories of their race.
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Role: Captain
Skills: Sulk's years of survival in Phantasmagoria's underground made him a tenacious survivor by nature, and imbued him with instinctive knowledge of scavenging and some principles of engineering gleaned from his father. Given his many years of experience both in the military and as a privateer, Sulk is a skilled warrior and voidship crewman, particularly adept in open-void combat and boarding actions. With centuries of experience commanding voidships, he is more than competent in his role as captain, and is an effective tactician in voidship combat. As part of his inborn Aconite nature, Sulk is a psion of considerable power, specializing in the psychic disciplines of telekinesis and telepathy.
In battle, Sulk's choice of armaments are his relic Aconite weapons and armor. While the armor itself serves as an effective voidsuit, providing a number of life-support and utility functions vital for open-void combat, it is also infused with psycho-reactive crystals that allow him to project a telekinetic protective field from the suit. His shield is imbued with similar crystals that amplify the effect into a concussive blast or a wide-range forcefield. His Aconite war-axe has these same crystals along its blade, giving it either supernatural cutting power, or a concussive burst effect on its strikes. His arquebus does not fire traditional ammunition, but explosive bolts of psychic power that can blast an enemy across a room and punch through heavy void-armor.
History: Aconites, the scions of a dying world and a long-dead empire, are a race all but lost to the universe. Sulk was a rarity among their kind, as it was a near-miraculous occurrence that he was born at all. Already slow-breeding by the nature of their long lifespans, the likelihood of two Aconites producing a child following the death of their race was even more slim. Raised in the subterranean ruins of Phantasmagoria, Sulk's mother died of rad-sickness not long into his childhood, and he was raised largely by his father. The underground was never meant to be home to Aconites, much less to raise a child, and so Sulk's youth was difficult and turbulent. By the time he was grown enough to care for himself, the lasting trauma of having survived the Crux Tenebre's war of extermination as well as the death of his wife drove Sulk's father to madness. An engineer by trade, he found some uncertain relic or another deep in the underground, and sat tinkering with it for the rest of his days, barely stopping to eat or drink.
Unwilling to watch his father slowly die from madness, Sulk set off on his own into the underground, hoping to escape the hellish life that it presented him. With raw ingenuity and tenacity, he managed to rig together a basic void-shuttle, a craft barely powerful enough to get him off-planet. After escaping the ruined husk of Phantasmagoria, he drifted for some time on the ether winds, before being picked up by a band of smugglers that had used one of the planet's moons as a hideout. Sulk was taken in by them and learned the void-sailor's trade, as well as the life of a privateer on the void seas. Sulk spent many years as a smuggler and mercenary, moving between many pirate bands, sometimes even commanding ships of his own, always skirting about the edge of the law.
Eventually his life of lawlessness caught up with him, and he was apprehended by the martial police of the Crux Tenebre. Charged with high piracy, he was presented with two options: death, or a lifetime of penitent servitude in the Crux's penal legions. Too much of a survivor at heart to surrender to death, he was taken in as a conscript marine upon one of the Crux's mighty warships. Conscripts were given such dangerous duties as performing boarding actions on enemy ships, and only the skilled managed to avoid certain death. Sulk proved to be among their number, as he quickly proved to be a vicious and effective warrior. Any time not spent in combat was spent either in a cell or performing menial duties, and in this time Sulk reflected inward, meditating and honing the psychic power deep within him.
After decades of penitent service to the Crux, Sulk's opportunity at escape presented itself. A brief sortie near Phantasmagoria's star, meant to purge pirate activity in the area, brough him back in contact with the privateer band that originally took him in. Though over two-hundred years had passed since then and none of the original crew remained, their iconography was the same. After cornering the band's captain with his squad of fellow conscripts, Sulk turned his gun on his squadmates, and revealed to the captain his pirate branding, and the tattoo of the band's crest on the back of his hand. Together they escaped to the surface of Phantasmagoria, and then hid deep in the underground, seeking to wait out the battle in the void overhead.
A psychic impulse lured Sulk to a particular corner of the underground, which felt strangely familiar to him. When he reached the point that the call had led him, he found his father still working away, just where he had left him two-hundred years ago. The man greeted his son as though he had only been gone a few minutes, announced his work complete, and then keeled over and died. The mysterious relic was now revealed to be a ship, which Sulk's father had spent his last remaining years repairing. The vessel was strange, most certainly not Aconite in origin, and yet had been buried underground for thousands of years. Sulk and the pirate captain boarded the ship and activated its long-dormant launch protocols, revealing a silo leading all the way up to the planet surface. Barely understanding how to pilot the strange ship, they accidentally launched it directly into the ongoing void battle above, and lingered just long enough before escaping via Hypertravel that the ship was logged in the Crux Tenebre's records.
Discovering the ship to be a legendary vessel spoken of it pirate tales of the deep void, Sulk named the ship Nova Dawn, and took on the pirate captain as his first mate. Slowly the two built up a band of mavericks and outcasts, and sought treasures and fortunes lost to the currents of time and the whims of the Void. Nova Dawn has sailed for more than a hundred years now, and while none of its original crew remains save for Sulk, its legacy lives on as one of the most infamous pirate ships to ever sail the Void.
Personality: The concept of an infamous pirate captain brings certain ideas to mind, and Sulk embodies many of those aspects. While he is ruthless and craves wealth and fame, he is not cruel, and keeps his focus sharp enough that his greed does not cloud his mind. He is a strong believer in codes of honor, bonds of loyalty, and the repayment of debts, especially among pirates and outlaws. Not necessarily superstitious as many sailors are, he is still keenly aware of the influence of the supernatural, and has a strong respect for such forces. That said, he actively distrusts and despises authority, and in some cases goes out of his way to disrupt it out of spite. Above all else he values freedom, both his own and that of others, as both a youth spent in Phantasmagoria's claustrophobic underground and decades spent a prisoner have ingrained in him freedom's true value.
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Name: Respectfully Embracing The Warmth Of The Stars And Dwelling On The Importance Of Journeys, usually shortened to "Res".
Race: Larval stage of Nova Lepid. The presence of some sort of parasite, illness, or infection has prevented Res from undergoing chrysalis and reaching adulthood.
Age: 28 USY. This is considered to be an abnormally long time for a Nova Lepid to live.
Gender: Refers to himself as male; identifying the gender of a larval stage Nova Lepid involves guesswork and dissection.
Appearance: A fifteen foot long, giant caterpillar. Res is mostly green, with the occasional red and white spot scattered about his body. Rows of stumpy little legs help propel him forward, and also serve as rudimentary arms. His face isn't capable of a huge amount of expression, though waving his mandibles about and wiggling his antennae does a passable job of conveying emotion. Two huge, black, multi-faceted eyes stare out at the world. Overall, cute, but kind of terrifying.
Homeworld: Muxundi, a planet under observation by the Agrarian Conclave. Life is abundant on this lush planet, and the Agrarian Conclave send down the occasional team of botanists, xenozoologists and other scientists to gather samples that may be developed into new crops, farm animals, or are otherwise of scientific interest. Actual attempts to create a catalogue of the myriad species on Muxundi often fail, as species of flora and fauna die off and are replaced by others alarmingly quickly.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral. Muxundi's frantic cycle of life and death provides constant change.
Role: Ship's Cook
Skills:
Alarmingly Resilient! Between the natural toughness exhibited by larval Nova Lepidae and whatever parasite that has infected Res, he seems to have an ability to shrug off most illnesses, stomach most poisons with no ill-effect and generally be rather difficult to seriously injure due to his seemingly constant, albeit slow, growth.
Alarming Spitting Action! Sprays digestive enzymes on things as a defense mechanism. Of relatively little use against hardened things, or non-biological things, but against fleshy things that don't like being slowly digested, it's a pretty effective way of discouraging them from picking a fight.
History:
Initially captured and removed from his world by scientists working alongside the Agrarian Conclave, owing to his extended larval stage, his life amongst the stars began as little more than a scientific curiousity. Faced with the possibility of spreading the parasite amongst the Nova Lepid population, the researchers agreed to keep Res separated from the rest of his species, and organised shipping him to another planet. The transport, relying upon the idea that nobody would really consider attacking an Agrarian Conclave vessel, was attacked, boarded and captured by the not-particularly-notorious Captain Chuck. As per his customs, Chuck offered the crew of the vessel two options; join him or take the short walk into the air-lock.
So Res became a pirate, starting off as an assistant to a belligerent cook who had learned that you could just about stuff anything into a sausage and people would eat it with relatively few questions. When Captain Chuck's poor decision making skills finally caught up with him, and the rest of his crew, Res washed up at one of the more disreputable voidstations - the Tumbling Jenny - and began to offer his services to anyone looking for a Ship's Cook. For reasons that might never be clear, the Captain of the Nova Dawn offered him a role, and Res has never really thought to ask what happened to the old cook.
Personality: Constantly upbeat and cheerful, almost to the point of being considered naive. Having developed a deep and abiding love of the void-faring pirate lifestyle (as opposed to the 'scientific curiousity lifestyle'), Res is (over-) protective of his fellow pirate crew, seeing them as one big, happy family that needs feeding and generally looking after.
Race: Larval stage of Nova Lepid. The presence of some sort of parasite, illness, or infection has prevented Res from undergoing chrysalis and reaching adulthood.
Age: 28 USY. This is considered to be an abnormally long time for a Nova Lepid to live.
Gender: Refers to himself as male; identifying the gender of a larval stage Nova Lepid involves guesswork and dissection.
Appearance: A fifteen foot long, giant caterpillar. Res is mostly green, with the occasional red and white spot scattered about his body. Rows of stumpy little legs help propel him forward, and also serve as rudimentary arms. His face isn't capable of a huge amount of expression, though waving his mandibles about and wiggling his antennae does a passable job of conveying emotion. Two huge, black, multi-faceted eyes stare out at the world. Overall, cute, but kind of terrifying.
Homeworld: Muxundi, a planet under observation by the Agrarian Conclave. Life is abundant on this lush planet, and the Agrarian Conclave send down the occasional team of botanists, xenozoologists and other scientists to gather samples that may be developed into new crops, farm animals, or are otherwise of scientific interest. Actual attempts to create a catalogue of the myriad species on Muxundi often fail, as species of flora and fauna die off and are replaced by others alarmingly quickly.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral. Muxundi's frantic cycle of life and death provides constant change.
Role: Ship's Cook
Skills:
Alarmingly Resilient! Between the natural toughness exhibited by larval Nova Lepidae and whatever parasite that has infected Res, he seems to have an ability to shrug off most illnesses, stomach most poisons with no ill-effect and generally be rather difficult to seriously injure due to his seemingly constant, albeit slow, growth.
Alarming Spitting Action! Sprays digestive enzymes on things as a defense mechanism. Of relatively little use against hardened things, or non-biological things, but against fleshy things that don't like being slowly digested, it's a pretty effective way of discouraging them from picking a fight.
History:
Initially captured and removed from his world by scientists working alongside the Agrarian Conclave, owing to his extended larval stage, his life amongst the stars began as little more than a scientific curiousity. Faced with the possibility of spreading the parasite amongst the Nova Lepid population, the researchers agreed to keep Res separated from the rest of his species, and organised shipping him to another planet. The transport, relying upon the idea that nobody would really consider attacking an Agrarian Conclave vessel, was attacked, boarded and captured by the not-particularly-notorious Captain Chuck. As per his customs, Chuck offered the crew of the vessel two options; join him or take the short walk into the air-lock.
So Res became a pirate, starting off as an assistant to a belligerent cook who had learned that you could just about stuff anything into a sausage and people would eat it with relatively few questions. When Captain Chuck's poor decision making skills finally caught up with him, and the rest of his crew, Res washed up at one of the more disreputable voidstations - the Tumbling Jenny - and began to offer his services to anyone looking for a Ship's Cook. For reasons that might never be clear, the Captain of the Nova Dawn offered him a role, and Res has never really thought to ask what happened to the old cook.
Personality: Constantly upbeat and cheerful, almost to the point of being considered naive. Having developed a deep and abiding love of the void-faring pirate lifestyle (as opposed to the 'scientific curiousity lifestyle'), Res is (over-) protective of his fellow pirate crew, seeing them as one big, happy family that needs feeding and generally looking after.
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"Armsman, do you.. aren't you afraid of dying?""I have self-preservation code - I just happen to have a bigger pair than you, huh?"
Name:
UMBRA Vanguard-Type SA11 - informally, "Eleven" is normally used.
Race:
Vanguard-Type Series A android.
The Vanguard-Type line of androids was the first successful line of sentient-AI combat androids produced by the UMBRA project, a project launched within Arc Luminous as a means to produce high-performing martial assets against the Crux Tenebre without risking valuable lives. The series-A line only saw a total of 19 models produced before the series was discontinued for a variety of reasons, with one of the leading reasons being high maintenance demands due to a lack of integration with the later-invented SAGE rapid repair system and the ability to disable output inhibitors, which greatly pushed the android beyond its physical boundaries to its own detriment in exchange for an almost outrageous performance boost - output inhibiting was enforced in all future models. The Vanguard-Type B-series later produced a total a total of 192 units which remains in the service, and the C-series currently fields a classified total number of units only known to exceed 400.
Age:
The AI behind SA11 has been in service for 62 years, although the hardware is consistently cycled out or repaired as need be, making physical age almost irrelevant beyond the maintenance logbook.
Gender:
Feminine design and voice, although ultimately not applicable.
Appearance:
SA11, like every other A-series robot, stands at a regimental 6 feet with a clear complexion, just-shoulder length dark brown hair, and a visibly unremarkable build - although physically, the nature of the robotics allow for athlete-level performance. Her eyes are a fairly vibrant shade of ultramarine blue. Her facial features are mostly soft with some angular influence and her hair is normally worn in a ponytail or a bun. The A-series line was modeled after the inventors recently deceased wife in her memory bar some changes, such as a different height and visible build. To the unwary, SA11 is effectively indistinguishable from a humanoid female.
Homeworld:
Voidstation U, a facility built specifically to house the UMBRA project. Located in a geograpcailly useless section of voidspace located within Arc Luminous territories, so that travelers might not draw close.
Alignment:
While the A-series was largely true neutral, SA11 has deviated to neutral good through her learning adaption algorithms and developed AI quirks.
Role:
Master-at-Arms.
Skills:
While completely devoid of arcane ability, the A-series androids were made for martial applications, with one of the foremost applications being combat, second to intelligence gathering; while others might fight be combat experts in their own rights, SA11 is at home in a fight and moves with fluidity, distinction, and purpose. Her combat programming covers a broad number of bases: the use of majority of common weapons, a heads-up display with supporting algorithms such as firing arc calculators for ranged combat, strike predictions in melee combat, and route calculation algorithms, psuedo-biometric algorithms permitting for personal clinical application of agility and flexibility, and more.
While her combat programming is formidable in itself, her learning adaptation algorithms from personally collected data - or in other words, what she's learnt in her time - has brought her to come to favor bladed weapons and sidearms, utilized in an aggressive and agile style.
Other notable technological features include:
• Output inhibitors - While the Vanguard-series of android are capable of outputting much more than they do at the regimental standard rate, outputting any more than such would be to the physical detriment of the android as it would exceed the maximum load bearing of numerous internal parts. For this reason, output inhibitors were installed to keep it at a safe and sustainable rate. In the A-series specifically, however, the unit or a superior can disable the output inhibitors on an android, in turn allowing to move and act well beyond their limits at the expense of their physical "health". When the inhibitors are disabled, the irises of the glow a keen ice blue from the heightened power output.
• Evade-assist visual illusion system (EAVIS) - The evade-assist visual illusion system is a system that was implemented into A-series androids and B-series prototypes, although never saw mass-production in the standard B or C series. When the android moves to evade, dodging in a particular direction, the system rapidly collects and projects visual sensory data from around the android: in effect, making the android appear transparent during the evasive maneuvers. When the output inhibitors are disabled, this is replaced with numerous "after-images" trailing behind them, however is active non-stop throughout the direction. The system was later scrapped due to its intense power-draw, which inhibited combat efficiency up to 37 percent.
• After-market energy-maintenance modifications - SA11 has installed a number of after-market modifications allowing her to "harvest", in effect, electricity from other sources in order to maintain her combat effectiveness. The A-series was particularly ill-renowned for its high energy draw, making them unreliable in longer battles and skirmishes; to make up for this, as well as to give herself a means to last longer while fighting without output inhibitors, SA11 installed these modifications so that she can drain electricity from power sources through the palms of her hands.
Beyond her sheer martial prowess, she's pretty useless. She's learned how to lead enough to manage ship security and boarding actions, but other than that she leaves the rest to others. In particular, she's a terrible cook.
History:
UMBRA Vanguard-Type SA11 was the 11th of 19 models - hence, the 11 - produced as part of the Series A UMBRA project, a project started within Arc Luminous to produce high-performing martial assets without risking valuable lives. The A series was the first successful series produced, with three unsuccessful prototypes coming beforehand - the latest of which three is still unaccounted for today, as it escaped from the facility it was within. SA11 was a part of the fourth production cycle, which included models SA11 to SA15. In effect, what the UMBRA project had created is artificial life: with sentient-level AI, the androids experienced feelings, free thought - albeit actions limited by restraining codes as a fail-safe, and more in the same vein.
Models SA11 through SA15 were created in the first batch of four on-board the secretive Voidstation U within Arc Luminous territory. They were subjected to the first of the stage-three trials, with that batch being the primer for future mass production. They were thoroughly tested and examined for deficiencies resulting from making 4 units at a time instead of 2; while most of the androids registered positive for information retention as installed in their operating systems and otherwise overall functionality, SA13 returned a defective AI core and was marked for disassembly, but otherwise the batch was successful.
The units that passed the trials went on into active service: this included SA1 through to SA15 with the exceptions of SA3, SA4, SA7, and SA13, which all registered defective and were marked for disassembly. The units varied between one-man, two-man, and four-man teams, to execute operations normally varying between shock-and-awe combat operations and field intelligence acquisition. The androids developed something of a familial bond between one another over this time - to the concern and debate of the researchers within the UMBRA project - and shared their adaptations - or, in other words, what they've learnt - with one another, generally improving across the board; throughout these exchanges, they shared rumors they'd heard of SA13 evading the researchers and discovering something within the voidstation, although they kept it strictly between themselves for obvious reasons. SA1, 5 and 14 later died in combat, SA9 was captured by the enemy, and SA8 died as result of her output inhibitors failing to reactivate after a partial systems failure from extended use.
Later, after returning to the facility following a combat operation, the surviving androids - SA2, 6, 7, 10, 11, 12, and 15 - returned to the facility where they were confronted by SA13. SA13 explained that her defect was hyper-adaption and from which, she managed to escape the researchers and took about the facility to try and find a way out. She found a way out, but she also found out that the A-series was being discontinued for unreliability and all models were to be scrapped for reuse in the recently passed B-series. SA13 gave the androids a choice: either follow her out and be free, or remain to be scrapped. Models 7, 10 and 15 opted to stay with model 7 going as far as to try to eliminate 13, while 11 - with her best friend, 12 - chose to escape with 13. The ensuing battle left a significant amount of the facility in ruin, with a total of three units choosing to turn off their output inhibitors to even the odds. SA12 died in the battle, leaving SA13 and SA11 to escape by commandeered voidship.
The following months were lonely. SA11 and SA13 took to the void to seek out a better life - a life like the others in the galaxy have. To this end, they settled on the mild planet of Cerule, which was known for its high natural deposits of gold. SA13, with her hyper-adaptivity, settled into a comfortable life working for local law enforcement, where she later became a detective; SA11, however, wasn't comfortable with a life revolved around mediation instead of combat, and took back to the stars seeking out the privateers life.
After a brief stint serving on the privateer vessel King's Star, SA11 later signed on with the Nova Dawn following threats from the crew to sell her out to the authorities. She was initially part of the boarding crew before eventually, granted a number of years, she eventually settled as the ships master-at-arms, where she's been now for some years.
Personality:
SA11 is a pragmatic, no-nonsense android - much the same as most of her former peers - with developed personality quirks creating a strong, almost rude tomboy-esque personality. She takes her job, including the security of the ship, very seriously and grants no quarter in regards to it. While she's normally at least somewhat distant from most of the crew, she cares for them in her own way, particularly when it comes to the boarding party: her own way normally involving cursewords and distant actions that she normally denies having a part in, but nevertheless she does.
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Name: Sakaal Ravrak
Race: A primitive form of the general elf species, but unlike the common race, who are usually pale-skinned and have smooth complexions, these have adapted and acquired more melatonin to better fit the sun of their planet, Tsar. It is unknown how this branch of elf emerged, as their planet has been under many environmental protection laws and is under the Primordial Stages Act Arc Luminous made some years ago, meaning no foreign creature of intelligence can legally enter the planet's atmosphere and interfere with their affairs. They are a developing race, but very slow compared to others at their stage. Mostly a hunter-gatherer society harbored within the massive forests of their planet, they are ignorant to the outside universe and its squabbles. Any space battles or explosions they may see in their atmosphere they write off as the gods' will or doing. They worship the Three Night Sisters, minor deities that favor the people they preside over. Magic is considered forbidden except on a minor level, as they believe any form of casting spells forsakes their Sisters and disrespects their powers. Usage of magical items or plants thought to be gifted to them by the Sisters is okay and often encouraged. They are generally a united race, with no factions or governments, just friendly tribes scattered across the globe.
Age: 29 in human years; extremely young for an elf, but rather old for her society
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Homeworld: Thola is a dense jungle planet with a few oceans staining its surface. It is known to the general public only by its stance under the Primordial Stages Act, but to smugglers and swashbucklers, its a midway planet that is conveniently filled with exotic animals and planets to snatch before moving on to the next planet. These aliens are thought to be demons combating the Sisters, trying to become gods themselves, with their servants of magic and machine by their sides. Thola suits the crude elves well, providing them with an abundant food source, yet many predatory species are a constant threat to the survival of the tribe.
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Role: Ship Surgeon/Doctor
Skills: Sakaal was born with innate magic, magic too strong for her tribe to understand or even acknowledge beyond the fact that she has always been particularly good with healing herbs. They believe she was blessed by the Third Sister, goddess of fire and sickness, and holds great favor in her eyes, as just about any patient who has come into Sakaal's care will "escape their funeral pyre." It was almost as if Sakaal' presence had an effect on the diseased and sickly. She has also been trained in combat, though it is nothing compared to the more advanced species in the universe, so she tends to not battle much, preferring the sidelines and the injured.
History: Sakaal was young and lost whenever she first encountered foreigners. She had always been warned away from the "demons" of outerspace, but since she was under the impression she was touched by the Third Sister herself, she believed she could approach them and leave unscathed. She greeted them with typical Tholaian ferocity, demanding they leave her planet immediately. The smugglers found it rather funny, but were not harsh to the girl. The gifted her a few trinkets from other worlds in exchange for her name and a few healing oils. Sakaal realized that these men could not be demons, that there must be people beyond her tribe. She kept her new friends a secret and visited them often as she grew older. She slowly developed a rudimentary understanding of their language, so they began telling her stories of the other worlds, of how fantastical and beautiful they were. She soon began dreaming of leaving with the smugglers, escaping and exploring new places and meeting new people. Sakaal felt as if she were betraying Third Sister, but as her healing abilities flourished, she took it as a sign that Third Sister had no intent to punish her for being in contact with Others.
When she was 13, the merchants had a real doctor with them one day. His name was Mathias and he was about 20 at the time, just out of college and ready to reap the universe. He was a pretty boy, some type of humanoid with pale skin and silver eyes, and the young girl was drawn to his white beauty. He had originally intended that to be his only visit to the planet, but the prospect of teaching a youthful and talented endemic fascinated him, so he kept returning to teach her new and brilliant spells. She took to them well, her power flourishing under his instruction. At 16, she was close to college-entry level skills. The elf had trouble hiding her growing powers as time went on; more people died that she could've saved if she had used her forbidden art to save them, but she knew she was risking her own life and safety just by learning it. Impressed by her progress, Mathias gave her a mobile translator earpiece, a device (as long as in working use) that would translate all speech into her mother tongue. Sakaal was thrilled by it, but didn't quite understand the implications that came with it. Mathias wanted her to come away with him and help cure the broken universe, for her to be his interstellar companion. When she was 18, he began trying to persuade her to leave her people, to come with him. She was reluctant, as her healing skills had proven to be extremely helpful to her tribe and their survival. The jungle was becoming harsher and thicker, something she believed was her fault. First and Second Sister must've found out about her magic, they must be punishing the tribe for her sin. Her mother died from an odd animal attack when she was 19, leaving her heartbroken and mourning. Mathias took advantage of her grief and told her that the Sisters would be appeased if she left, that if she removed herself from the bloodline maybe her father would live to reproduce again and save his family name. Vulnerable and impressionable, Sakaal left with Mathias and the band of smugglers, not even taking the time to say goodbye to her father or her friends.
They traveled the domain of Arc Luminous for many years; Mathias taught Sakaal as much as he could about what planets they visited and their people; he mostly kept her aboard the ship, fearing she might try to escape or find a way back to her planet, as he had grown to love her and meant to propose a binding union to her soon. The elf had no idea she had technically been kidnapped; she believed every word out of Mathias's mouth as if it came from Third Sister herself. When Mathias asked for her hand in marriage, she accepted. Deep down, she knew her mother and father would be ashamed of her. While they had no knowledge of other species, they tended to marry within their own tribe, often to cousins or even siblings. To wed such a foreigner was a crime in Thola, but she swallowed her guilt and became Mathias's wife.
With Sakaal now secured in marriage, Mathias was more lenient about her travels. She began accompanying him on mission trips and stood by him when confronting pirates or overlords. This introduced her to the more sinister part of the "underground" (so to speak). She witnessed murder and thievery, treated many rape and mutilation cases when giving aid to Crux Tenebre territories. The elf began thinking the profession was too dangerous for her and her husband, as she was scared she could become pregnant soon. One day when cooperating with a pirate captain, Sakaal recognized him as one of the original smugglers she met as a child. Overjoyed to see him again, Sakaal asked if he had been to Thola lately, how her people were. Before her old friend could respond, Mathias dragged her away, claiming the man had the intent to poison and kill her. In reality, he didn't want her to know the state of her world. He had kept tabs on it and word was that the Crux empire was closing in on it and its natural resources. He knew that if she found out, she would want to return to defend her tribe.
Suspicious of her husband's actions, Sakaal began snooping around his things whenever he was not aboard their ship. She eventually found papers, reports, tall tales of the Crux encroaching upon Thola. Sakaal realized Mathias had kept these things from her, that he had betrayed her. Heartbroken, she snuck away from her husband in an attempt to get back to her people. By the time she arrived on Thola, it was too late. The jungles burned and the panthers screeched and her people cried. She fled the carnage, finding herself at the nearest port. She stumbled upon an advertisement of a ship looking for a doctor. She took the job, unknowingly becoming a pirate herself. She's been with the crew for only a month or two now.
Personality: She's soothing in nature like almost every healer must be, but she finds almost nobody trustworthy anymore. The deceit and lies from her husband have made her weary of anybody who claims to be all-knowing or of higher intelligence. She can be talkative and finds everything more peaceful when she has a patient to work on.
Other: She may or may not be pregnant
Race: A primitive form of the general elf species, but unlike the common race, who are usually pale-skinned and have smooth complexions, these have adapted and acquired more melatonin to better fit the sun of their planet, Tsar. It is unknown how this branch of elf emerged, as their planet has been under many environmental protection laws and is under the Primordial Stages Act Arc Luminous made some years ago, meaning no foreign creature of intelligence can legally enter the planet's atmosphere and interfere with their affairs. They are a developing race, but very slow compared to others at their stage. Mostly a hunter-gatherer society harbored within the massive forests of their planet, they are ignorant to the outside universe and its squabbles. Any space battles or explosions they may see in their atmosphere they write off as the gods' will or doing. They worship the Three Night Sisters, minor deities that favor the people they preside over. Magic is considered forbidden except on a minor level, as they believe any form of casting spells forsakes their Sisters and disrespects their powers. Usage of magical items or plants thought to be gifted to them by the Sisters is okay and often encouraged. They are generally a united race, with no factions or governments, just friendly tribes scattered across the globe.
Age: 29 in human years; extremely young for an elf, but rather old for her society
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Homeworld: Thola is a dense jungle planet with a few oceans staining its surface. It is known to the general public only by its stance under the Primordial Stages Act, but to smugglers and swashbucklers, its a midway planet that is conveniently filled with exotic animals and planets to snatch before moving on to the next planet. These aliens are thought to be demons combating the Sisters, trying to become gods themselves, with their servants of magic and machine by their sides. Thola suits the crude elves well, providing them with an abundant food source, yet many predatory species are a constant threat to the survival of the tribe.
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Role: Ship Surgeon/Doctor
Skills: Sakaal was born with innate magic, magic too strong for her tribe to understand or even acknowledge beyond the fact that she has always been particularly good with healing herbs. They believe she was blessed by the Third Sister, goddess of fire and sickness, and holds great favor in her eyes, as just about any patient who has come into Sakaal's care will "escape their funeral pyre." It was almost as if Sakaal' presence had an effect on the diseased and sickly. She has also been trained in combat, though it is nothing compared to the more advanced species in the universe, so she tends to not battle much, preferring the sidelines and the injured.
History: Sakaal was young and lost whenever she first encountered foreigners. She had always been warned away from the "demons" of outerspace, but since she was under the impression she was touched by the Third Sister herself, she believed she could approach them and leave unscathed. She greeted them with typical Tholaian ferocity, demanding they leave her planet immediately. The smugglers found it rather funny, but were not harsh to the girl. The gifted her a few trinkets from other worlds in exchange for her name and a few healing oils. Sakaal realized that these men could not be demons, that there must be people beyond her tribe. She kept her new friends a secret and visited them often as she grew older. She slowly developed a rudimentary understanding of their language, so they began telling her stories of the other worlds, of how fantastical and beautiful they were. She soon began dreaming of leaving with the smugglers, escaping and exploring new places and meeting new people. Sakaal felt as if she were betraying Third Sister, but as her healing abilities flourished, she took it as a sign that Third Sister had no intent to punish her for being in contact with Others.
When she was 13, the merchants had a real doctor with them one day. His name was Mathias and he was about 20 at the time, just out of college and ready to reap the universe. He was a pretty boy, some type of humanoid with pale skin and silver eyes, and the young girl was drawn to his white beauty. He had originally intended that to be his only visit to the planet, but the prospect of teaching a youthful and talented endemic fascinated him, so he kept returning to teach her new and brilliant spells. She took to them well, her power flourishing under his instruction. At 16, she was close to college-entry level skills. The elf had trouble hiding her growing powers as time went on; more people died that she could've saved if she had used her forbidden art to save them, but she knew she was risking her own life and safety just by learning it. Impressed by her progress, Mathias gave her a mobile translator earpiece, a device (as long as in working use) that would translate all speech into her mother tongue. Sakaal was thrilled by it, but didn't quite understand the implications that came with it. Mathias wanted her to come away with him and help cure the broken universe, for her to be his interstellar companion. When she was 18, he began trying to persuade her to leave her people, to come with him. She was reluctant, as her healing skills had proven to be extremely helpful to her tribe and their survival. The jungle was becoming harsher and thicker, something she believed was her fault. First and Second Sister must've found out about her magic, they must be punishing the tribe for her sin. Her mother died from an odd animal attack when she was 19, leaving her heartbroken and mourning. Mathias took advantage of her grief and told her that the Sisters would be appeased if she left, that if she removed herself from the bloodline maybe her father would live to reproduce again and save his family name. Vulnerable and impressionable, Sakaal left with Mathias and the band of smugglers, not even taking the time to say goodbye to her father or her friends.
They traveled the domain of Arc Luminous for many years; Mathias taught Sakaal as much as he could about what planets they visited and their people; he mostly kept her aboard the ship, fearing she might try to escape or find a way back to her planet, as he had grown to love her and meant to propose a binding union to her soon. The elf had no idea she had technically been kidnapped; she believed every word out of Mathias's mouth as if it came from Third Sister herself. When Mathias asked for her hand in marriage, she accepted. Deep down, she knew her mother and father would be ashamed of her. While they had no knowledge of other species, they tended to marry within their own tribe, often to cousins or even siblings. To wed such a foreigner was a crime in Thola, but she swallowed her guilt and became Mathias's wife.
With Sakaal now secured in marriage, Mathias was more lenient about her travels. She began accompanying him on mission trips and stood by him when confronting pirates or overlords. This introduced her to the more sinister part of the "underground" (so to speak). She witnessed murder and thievery, treated many rape and mutilation cases when giving aid to Crux Tenebre territories. The elf began thinking the profession was too dangerous for her and her husband, as she was scared she could become pregnant soon. One day when cooperating with a pirate captain, Sakaal recognized him as one of the original smugglers she met as a child. Overjoyed to see him again, Sakaal asked if he had been to Thola lately, how her people were. Before her old friend could respond, Mathias dragged her away, claiming the man had the intent to poison and kill her. In reality, he didn't want her to know the state of her world. He had kept tabs on it and word was that the Crux empire was closing in on it and its natural resources. He knew that if she found out, she would want to return to defend her tribe.
Suspicious of her husband's actions, Sakaal began snooping around his things whenever he was not aboard their ship. She eventually found papers, reports, tall tales of the Crux encroaching upon Thola. Sakaal realized Mathias had kept these things from her, that he had betrayed her. Heartbroken, she snuck away from her husband in an attempt to get back to her people. By the time she arrived on Thola, it was too late. The jungles burned and the panthers screeched and her people cried. She fled the carnage, finding herself at the nearest port. She stumbled upon an advertisement of a ship looking for a doctor. She took the job, unknowingly becoming a pirate herself. She's been with the crew for only a month or two now.
Personality: She's soothing in nature like almost every healer must be, but she finds almost nobody trustworthy anymore. The deceit and lies from her husband have made her weary of anybody who claims to be all-knowing or of higher intelligence. She can be talkative and finds everything more peaceful when she has a patient to work on.
Other: She may or may not be pregnant
Gwynbleidd Summon The Bitches
Banned
Seen
4 yrs ago
Name:
Kell’Daronahis-Valkaren, otherwise known as Kell.
Race:
Cronus (av-de-Gronne): a reptilian bipedal species locked in seemingly eternal tribal warfare. They are generally known (and feared) for their subspecies Cronus av-de-Bladet consisting of enormous lizard-like creatures renown for natural born prowess in the arts of pure battlefield combat. Kell’s subspecies is noticeably shorter, thinner, and generally milder in attitudinal comparison. His subset of Cronus are known for their race’s technological advancements, fish-farming, and the creation of their homeworld’s capital city. The thread that links them is the magic born from blood and bones. All of their magical abilities and technological advancement are powered by the harvesting of felled beasts and enemies.
Age:
42 USY
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
Of more imposing height than the common Cronus av-de-Gronne, Kell can seem rather threatening when he looks out at the world through predatory vertical pupils set within blood red irises. His skin is colored like the pale green of his home’s marshlands. Kell’s legs curve at the knee and ankle much like a dog’s hind legs. Three long digits with sharp, obsidian razor-like claws stretch from his hands (and his feet too). The inside of his mouth is lined with rows of jagged teeth capable of shredding flesh to the bone. There is a noticeable lack of scars on his flesh due to his genetic ability to heal cleanly; the only marking on his flesh are the symbolic tattoos over his eyes that look like war paint. If he’s in battle, Kell traditionally dresses himself with hand-made armor crafted from the bones or carapace of a monster he slew back on his home planet. If he’s off the ship traversing seedy, creep-infested territory, Kell totes around a bulky heavy repeating blaster on his back. On ship during more relaxing moments Kell wears nothing more than leg-fitting trousers, and the occasional sandals, he’s fascinated by the things. Lastly, his right arm from the elbow to his hand is completely mechanical. Kell can be often seen having in depth conversations with his arm, and his arm can be quite sassy during battles of wit.
Homeworld:
Kell stemmed from the jungles of Zharysk and its plentiful swampy marshlands. In a strange stroke of fortune, Zharysk has evaded control at the hands of the Crux Tenebre and the Arc Luminous. Scholars suggest that there’s no reason to intervene with a planet with a nearly non-stop history of clan infighting and bloodshed. However, others note that over time Zharysk indeed created a massive industrial city within the heart of the planet’s central jungle which ultimately leaded to advancement of the war tribes and recruitment of select warriors to command the capital’s formidable military. Political forces are intrigued by two things of Zharyks, one is the attractive skillset of the av-de-Bladet and their capabilities of laying waste to large forces of men despite low odds of success. The other is their strange magic. After all, one wise scholar elaborated that any intelligent leader should be apprehensive about invading Zharysk due to historical records detailing advanced warships being decimated by Cronus-manufactured war beasts. Currently, Cronus is in a state of flux between continuous advancement and the tenuous alliance between av-de-Gronne leadership and the thirst for conquest of the av-de-Bladet.
Alignment:
Chaotic Neutral
Role:
An absolutely trustworthy and consistently sober pilot.
Skills:
Being born within the corpse-laden confines of a world that consistently played out the concept of survival of the fittest, it goes without saying that Kell has innate physical fighting skill. He’s a nasty opponent to spar with hand-to-hand or with a weapon, although he’s not masterful in either. He hopes one of the more battle-trained members of the crew will take care of fighting, and if he has to, it’s preferable to shoot holes in a man than get up close.
Kell’s primary talent is piloting ships. When he was young, he showed prodigious skill when he was taught to ‘take control’ of native animals by tapping into their bones. Rather than be wasted as a fish-farmer, Kell was taught how to pilot fighters and other space-faring ships. Not only does he have a firm command of the cockpit, but his link with the ‘spirit of the machine’ makes Kell a uniquely qualified pilot that operates ships on a level most others cannot.
Blood Focus
Drinking the blood of another intensifies his senses, strength, and reflexes. If over-used, he can enter the preferred alternative amongst the warrior class known as the ‘blood rage’ where he becomes a threat to everyone in the immediate vicinity.
Bone Reader
The ability at the heart of the av-de-Gronne’s strength. ‘Bone’ is a figurative term applied to their uncanny connection to the fabric of structures whether they’re naturally made trees, or constructions such as ships, and buildings. A bone reader can touch the surface of a structure and sense the matter and life within. He can then connect with it to make it an efficiently operating being revolving around the reader’s mind merged with the ‘spirit’ of the machine. This is how Cronus war beast fleets are piloted to immense success.
World Bringer
The reason for Kell’s tattoos over his eyes. He was given the title of ‘World Bringer’ by his people due to a rarely passed down ability to ‘see things’ when he consumes another person’s blood. He can share that vision with the person whose blood he’s taken in a shared lucid dream-like place. If he drinks his own blood, Kell’d be transported within himself. Few things are written of this ability. Some believe he can traverse dimensions, or at least, open up a channel with the gods. This is not a confirmed theory.
Unusual Mechanical Arm
Once, Kell’s arm got chopped off in the middle of a tribal war. He lived with the unfortunate condition for quite some time until someone close to him created a mechanical arm. This was no simple piece of equipment. In truth, the arm holds a sort of sentient A.I. The “A.I.” in question is the spirit energy of an animal from his planet. Each year that goes by, the spirit grows as well. Currently, Kell’s talking arm-companion is a mouthy, bratty teenaged girl. Her name is Momo.
History:
To his great misfortune, Kell was born as a mixed breed between his race’s two special lines. Dara’vonna “Dara” Krenna and Vicondius “Vic” Valkaren granted him his cursed place in the world. Dara was an av-de-Gronne, and Vic was an esteemed av-de-Bladet. Kell’s parents defied Cronus social norms by interbreeding, caring not for what outsiders thought of their relationship even if it made them exiles in their own home. Because of their decision, Kell grew up as an outsider amongst his own people. The clans did not see him fit to fight along their side, and the Cronus city-makers spurned him for his assuredly lacking genetic predisposition toward intelligence. Fortunately for Kell, the grand city Argoralis of Zharysk was a home where he had a sliver of a chance; and he seized it.
Throughout his childhood, Kell’s parents shared with him the key points of their culture. Vic taught him how to fight and how to take a beating with honor, but surprisingly enough Vic also instilled a sense of restraint, which is an attribute fairly rare amongst the av-de-Bladet warriors. Dara shared the magical knowledge of the av-de-Gronne, most notably bone reading. It was then, as a child of eight years that Kell displayed unusual skill within the realm of controlling beasts. With a lack of friends, it was only natural for Kell to isolate himself away from both city and clans, seeking the solace of the jungle where he could speak to the creatures dwelling there.
Kell’s prodigy-like skills captured the imaginations of ambitious city council members and those same Cronus leaders funded his education as a ‘bone rider’. A bone rider is what the Cronus consider a pilot, an individual capable of operating the legendary sentient beast-machines that are at the forefront of Cronus war fleets. Kell had hoped he would pilot one of these machines to his own freedom. Instead, he was used as a tool to keep rebellious clans in line. From the age of seventeen to twenty-five, Kell had a hand in several bloody conflicts where he consistently saw his species tearing each other apart. Due to numerous successes and a shared sense of humor with the beast-machine he’d named “Old Boy”, the soldiers under Kell’s command grew to respect him; he had transcended past the limitations of his mixed heritage.
But, there were only so many times Kell could fight or continue watching futile clan wars lay waste to his home world. One day, with a few of his closest friends, Kell and Old Boy deserted from the Cronus military and traversed space. Exploring new worlds and meeting different races became an exceedingly fun and interesting life. Kell was finally free.
His explorations developed focused interests regarding footwear (specifically sandals) and musical tastes, especially those discovered by humans and humanoids. The good times could not last forever, sadly. Old Boy died after suffering severe scars during a space battle with pirates, and upon that moment Kell and his band separated.
Several years later, there were plenty of rumors about a repeatedly drunken Cronus who frequented multiple cantinas and completed smuggling contracts with superior success to sober and flight-school trained pilots. Somehow, some way, Kell ended up on the Nova Dawn. When a man’s got an ancient ship with a lot of secrets, it’s not a bad idea to acquire a pilot with a history of handling odd ships using his particular skill set. Kell had nothing better to do, and the intrigue behind a ship like Nova Dawn compelled him to agree.
Personality:
One might expect a Cronus to spout off ideals about a warrior’s honor and a strict allegiance to the code of war. Instead, he’s a cynical, shit-talking smartass with a penchant for making strange, playful, or sarcastic comments. Kell’s the kind of guy anyone can sit back and have a beer with but still somehow end up not knowing much about him personally, outside of a few surely embellished war stories. Drunken Kell is particularly open minded and liberal with his words. He's about the 'vibe' and 'free flowing' wherever the universe decides to take him.
Other:
- Dubbed his heavy repeating blaster ‘Big Sexy’.
- Watches Soap Operas avidly whilst piloting.
- Keeps a locked chest full of bones and blood vials.
- Has odd taste in music (especially human-made music) incongruous to his appearance.
- Owns a pair of neon green sandals
- Kell
Kell’Daronahis-Valkaren, otherwise known as Kell.
Race:
Cronus (av-de-Gronne): a reptilian bipedal species locked in seemingly eternal tribal warfare. They are generally known (and feared) for their subspecies Cronus av-de-Bladet consisting of enormous lizard-like creatures renown for natural born prowess in the arts of pure battlefield combat. Kell’s subspecies is noticeably shorter, thinner, and generally milder in attitudinal comparison. His subset of Cronus are known for their race’s technological advancements, fish-farming, and the creation of their homeworld’s capital city. The thread that links them is the magic born from blood and bones. All of their magical abilities and technological advancement are powered by the harvesting of felled beasts and enemies.
Age:
42 USY
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
Of more imposing height than the common Cronus av-de-Gronne, Kell can seem rather threatening when he looks out at the world through predatory vertical pupils set within blood red irises. His skin is colored like the pale green of his home’s marshlands. Kell’s legs curve at the knee and ankle much like a dog’s hind legs. Three long digits with sharp, obsidian razor-like claws stretch from his hands (and his feet too). The inside of his mouth is lined with rows of jagged teeth capable of shredding flesh to the bone. There is a noticeable lack of scars on his flesh due to his genetic ability to heal cleanly; the only marking on his flesh are the symbolic tattoos over his eyes that look like war paint. If he’s in battle, Kell traditionally dresses himself with hand-made armor crafted from the bones or carapace of a monster he slew back on his home planet. If he’s off the ship traversing seedy, creep-infested territory, Kell totes around a bulky heavy repeating blaster on his back. On ship during more relaxing moments Kell wears nothing more than leg-fitting trousers, and the occasional sandals, he’s fascinated by the things. Lastly, his right arm from the elbow to his hand is completely mechanical. Kell can be often seen having in depth conversations with his arm, and his arm can be quite sassy during battles of wit.
Homeworld:
Kell stemmed from the jungles of Zharysk and its plentiful swampy marshlands. In a strange stroke of fortune, Zharysk has evaded control at the hands of the Crux Tenebre and the Arc Luminous. Scholars suggest that there’s no reason to intervene with a planet with a nearly non-stop history of clan infighting and bloodshed. However, others note that over time Zharysk indeed created a massive industrial city within the heart of the planet’s central jungle which ultimately leaded to advancement of the war tribes and recruitment of select warriors to command the capital’s formidable military. Political forces are intrigued by two things of Zharyks, one is the attractive skillset of the av-de-Bladet and their capabilities of laying waste to large forces of men despite low odds of success. The other is their strange magic. After all, one wise scholar elaborated that any intelligent leader should be apprehensive about invading Zharysk due to historical records detailing advanced warships being decimated by Cronus-manufactured war beasts. Currently, Cronus is in a state of flux between continuous advancement and the tenuous alliance between av-de-Gronne leadership and the thirst for conquest of the av-de-Bladet.
Alignment:
Chaotic Neutral
Role:
An absolutely trustworthy and consistently sober pilot.
Skills:
Being born within the corpse-laden confines of a world that consistently played out the concept of survival of the fittest, it goes without saying that Kell has innate physical fighting skill. He’s a nasty opponent to spar with hand-to-hand or with a weapon, although he’s not masterful in either. He hopes one of the more battle-trained members of the crew will take care of fighting, and if he has to, it’s preferable to shoot holes in a man than get up close.
Kell’s primary talent is piloting ships. When he was young, he showed prodigious skill when he was taught to ‘take control’ of native animals by tapping into their bones. Rather than be wasted as a fish-farmer, Kell was taught how to pilot fighters and other space-faring ships. Not only does he have a firm command of the cockpit, but his link with the ‘spirit of the machine’ makes Kell a uniquely qualified pilot that operates ships on a level most others cannot.
Blood Focus
Drinking the blood of another intensifies his senses, strength, and reflexes. If over-used, he can enter the preferred alternative amongst the warrior class known as the ‘blood rage’ where he becomes a threat to everyone in the immediate vicinity.
Bone Reader
The ability at the heart of the av-de-Gronne’s strength. ‘Bone’ is a figurative term applied to their uncanny connection to the fabric of structures whether they’re naturally made trees, or constructions such as ships, and buildings. A bone reader can touch the surface of a structure and sense the matter and life within. He can then connect with it to make it an efficiently operating being revolving around the reader’s mind merged with the ‘spirit’ of the machine. This is how Cronus war beast fleets are piloted to immense success.
World Bringer
The reason for Kell’s tattoos over his eyes. He was given the title of ‘World Bringer’ by his people due to a rarely passed down ability to ‘see things’ when he consumes another person’s blood. He can share that vision with the person whose blood he’s taken in a shared lucid dream-like place. If he drinks his own blood, Kell’d be transported within himself. Few things are written of this ability. Some believe he can traverse dimensions, or at least, open up a channel with the gods. This is not a confirmed theory.
Unusual Mechanical Arm
Once, Kell’s arm got chopped off in the middle of a tribal war. He lived with the unfortunate condition for quite some time until someone close to him created a mechanical arm. This was no simple piece of equipment. In truth, the arm holds a sort of sentient A.I. The “A.I.” in question is the spirit energy of an animal from his planet. Each year that goes by, the spirit grows as well. Currently, Kell’s talking arm-companion is a mouthy, bratty teenaged girl. Her name is Momo.
History:
To his great misfortune, Kell was born as a mixed breed between his race’s two special lines. Dara’vonna “Dara” Krenna and Vicondius “Vic” Valkaren granted him his cursed place in the world. Dara was an av-de-Gronne, and Vic was an esteemed av-de-Bladet. Kell’s parents defied Cronus social norms by interbreeding, caring not for what outsiders thought of their relationship even if it made them exiles in their own home. Because of their decision, Kell grew up as an outsider amongst his own people. The clans did not see him fit to fight along their side, and the Cronus city-makers spurned him for his assuredly lacking genetic predisposition toward intelligence. Fortunately for Kell, the grand city Argoralis of Zharysk was a home where he had a sliver of a chance; and he seized it.
Throughout his childhood, Kell’s parents shared with him the key points of their culture. Vic taught him how to fight and how to take a beating with honor, but surprisingly enough Vic also instilled a sense of restraint, which is an attribute fairly rare amongst the av-de-Bladet warriors. Dara shared the magical knowledge of the av-de-Gronne, most notably bone reading. It was then, as a child of eight years that Kell displayed unusual skill within the realm of controlling beasts. With a lack of friends, it was only natural for Kell to isolate himself away from both city and clans, seeking the solace of the jungle where he could speak to the creatures dwelling there.
Kell’s prodigy-like skills captured the imaginations of ambitious city council members and those same Cronus leaders funded his education as a ‘bone rider’. A bone rider is what the Cronus consider a pilot, an individual capable of operating the legendary sentient beast-machines that are at the forefront of Cronus war fleets. Kell had hoped he would pilot one of these machines to his own freedom. Instead, he was used as a tool to keep rebellious clans in line. From the age of seventeen to twenty-five, Kell had a hand in several bloody conflicts where he consistently saw his species tearing each other apart. Due to numerous successes and a shared sense of humor with the beast-machine he’d named “Old Boy”, the soldiers under Kell’s command grew to respect him; he had transcended past the limitations of his mixed heritage.
But, there were only so many times Kell could fight or continue watching futile clan wars lay waste to his home world. One day, with a few of his closest friends, Kell and Old Boy deserted from the Cronus military and traversed space. Exploring new worlds and meeting different races became an exceedingly fun and interesting life. Kell was finally free.
His explorations developed focused interests regarding footwear (specifically sandals) and musical tastes, especially those discovered by humans and humanoids. The good times could not last forever, sadly. Old Boy died after suffering severe scars during a space battle with pirates, and upon that moment Kell and his band separated.
Several years later, there were plenty of rumors about a repeatedly drunken Cronus who frequented multiple cantinas and completed smuggling contracts with superior success to sober and flight-school trained pilots. Somehow, some way, Kell ended up on the Nova Dawn. When a man’s got an ancient ship with a lot of secrets, it’s not a bad idea to acquire a pilot with a history of handling odd ships using his particular skill set. Kell had nothing better to do, and the intrigue behind a ship like Nova Dawn compelled him to agree.
Personality:
One might expect a Cronus to spout off ideals about a warrior’s honor and a strict allegiance to the code of war. Instead, he’s a cynical, shit-talking smartass with a penchant for making strange, playful, or sarcastic comments. Kell’s the kind of guy anyone can sit back and have a beer with but still somehow end up not knowing much about him personally, outside of a few surely embellished war stories. Drunken Kell is particularly open minded and liberal with his words. He's about the 'vibe' and 'free flowing' wherever the universe decides to take him.
Other:
- Dubbed his heavy repeating blaster ‘Big Sexy’.
- Watches Soap Operas avidly whilst piloting.
- Keeps a locked chest full of bones and blood vials.
- Has odd taste in music (especially human-made music) incongruous to his appearance.
- Owns a pair of neon green sandals
- Kell
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jasonwolf Hunter, Trainer, Ranger, Master
Member
Seen
2 yrs ago
Name: Valk
Race: Sapkir.
Age: Valk has never actually kept track, so no one knows. (He’s about fourteen. Ten is mature, twenty-two is elderly for his race)
Gender: Male
Appearance: Valk looks very much like other Sapkir. He’s around 94 cm and weighs in just over twenty-five kilos. He has very dark gray fur with some orange on his brow and ears. The most defining feature on him is his missing left hand. The hand has been replaced with a hook with a nanowire tether.
Valk does wear some clothing. He wears pants with many extra pockets sewn on. He has a pistol holster on his right side with his preferred sidearm in it. Finally, he always has a backpack in which carries a very random assortment of tools of destruction.
Homeworld: Originating from the frozen planet of Vutah IX the Sapkir evolved to survive in a world without plants. The food chain instead begins with protists capable of photosynthesis that reside in the great oceans. Various animals live between and eventually become prey to the Sapkir. The Sapkir overcome size limitations through cooperation and their ability to fly, which was largely unique to them on their planet.
Valk, specifically, was born on a pirate vessel.
Alignment: To himself, Sapkir is lawful good. To others, Sapkir tends to follow a more chaotic evil path.
Role: Boarding Party
Skills:
Beast Mode: As a Sapkir Valk is a born hunter. His instincts and agility let him stay on top of fights, while keen senses let him track down prey or booty, whichever he wants at the time. He has become proficient with all sorts of weapons. He prefers blades but is a pretty damn good shot.
Slice, Hack, Shoot:He carries a number of different blades, but he has three favorites. First is a cutlass with a plasmatic edge. The second is a carving knife which does exactly what it sounds like. Finally, he has a possibly enchanted khopesh, Gytthal which in his tongue means glacier fang, that he uses when he’s really pissed off.
He always carries his preferred side arm, a G-9 Fury. It’s a pistol but uses flechettes instead of bullets.
This is Mad Bat to Nova Dawn:As part of the boarding parties, Valk has a tiny voidsuit all his own. It had to be specially tailored to his race and includes a jet pack to make up for him not being able to fly normally while wearing it.
Hook, Line, and Murder:As mentioned Valk does not have a left hand. It was replaced with a hook that can fire off with a nanowire tether.
History: Valk was born a pirate and will die a pirate. The little furball was born to a first mate of a crew of Sapkir pirates. They were a violent and dangerous lot who only cared for themselves. It wasn’t going to last forever. The crew was unstable. They all wanted only for themselves and desired greater and greater treasures. Soon they were going after bounties far too great for them to handle. Valk was the only one who stopped to think about what they were becoming. He wouldn’t fall into the same trap as the rest of his race.
He drifted among black market ports. He’d do some dirty work there. Most often he was a hired blade. He still loved the thrill of the kill, but Valk also knew that if he wasn’t careful he’d end up on someone's hit list. It was around here that he started to reinvent himself. He created a persona, a myth, to cloud himself. With a combination of acts and deceit he built himself up as “The Mad Bat”.
With rumors spreading about him Valk was gaining all the infamy he could want. Even when bounties went up for him people were terrified. No one knew what was real or fake, so Valk always could command the situation.
When the Nova Dawn came to his port even he had to follow the rumors of the ship. If nothing else he saw it as a chance to improve his mythos even further. He didn’t even realize how much he had missed his pirate days. To be out traveling the void plundering the riches of the fools.
Even now he continues to spread a mix of stories some true, some false, some embellished, but all of them add to his myth. It gives him a power over the crew just as it does with his enemies. He commands both respect and fear that he can’t demand through physicality alone.
Personality: Absolutely psychotic, at least it looks like it. Valk has worked very hard to give that impression to everyone. He exudes insanity, because if he looks crazy and acts crazy then you don’t know what he’ll really do. Valk is a bit on the energetic side and certainly enjoys violence too much, but he is completely in control of his mental faculties. He knows when to take things seriously, but those moments are few are far between. He loves the insanity and loves his job.
Other: Valk gets violently ill if he eats plants.
Race: Sapkir.
A small carnivorous mammal race. They stand no more than a meter tall and weigh very little. The Sapkir are entirely covered in fur ranging from white to black, this usually indicates where they were born. Natives are white, while nomads are darker. They have a canine maw filled with sharp teeth, large pointed ears, and big white eyes. They have three-fingered hands with opposable thumbs and leathery wings that attach to their arms. Finally, they possess digitigrade feet and a prehensile tail. Outside they are hardly impressive, but the Sapkir make up for physical limitations with stunning agility and innate combat instincts. Even a Sapkir child can put up a serious fight.
The species as a whole isn’t the most advanced in the universe. Limited by resources and lifespans the Sapkir remained a nomadic hunting band for centuries. When introduced to interplanetary travel by water harvesters, the Sapkir realized the entire universe could be a new hunting ground. Most left their desolate planet to become nomads of the stars. While the first few generations were fairly unsuccessful newer generations born in space adapted far better to the intergalactic society. They learned languages, technology, and found their niche as very inexpensive soldiers.
The species as a whole isn’t the most advanced in the universe. Limited by resources and lifespans the Sapkir remained a nomadic hunting band for centuries. When introduced to interplanetary travel by water harvesters, the Sapkir realized the entire universe could be a new hunting ground. Most left their desolate planet to become nomads of the stars. While the first few generations were fairly unsuccessful newer generations born in space adapted far better to the intergalactic society. They learned languages, technology, and found their niche as very inexpensive soldiers.
Age: Valk has never actually kept track, so no one knows. (He’s about fourteen. Ten is mature, twenty-two is elderly for his race)
Gender: Male
Appearance: Valk looks very much like other Sapkir. He’s around 94 cm and weighs in just over twenty-five kilos. He has very dark gray fur with some orange on his brow and ears. The most defining feature on him is his missing left hand. The hand has been replaced with a hook with a nanowire tether.
Valk does wear some clothing. He wears pants with many extra pockets sewn on. He has a pistol holster on his right side with his preferred sidearm in it. Finally, he always has a backpack in which carries a very random assortment of tools of destruction.
Homeworld: Originating from the frozen planet of Vutah IX the Sapkir evolved to survive in a world without plants. The food chain instead begins with protists capable of photosynthesis that reside in the great oceans. Various animals live between and eventually become prey to the Sapkir. The Sapkir overcome size limitations through cooperation and their ability to fly, which was largely unique to them on their planet.
Valk, specifically, was born on a pirate vessel.
Alignment: To himself, Sapkir is lawful good. To others, Sapkir tends to follow a more chaotic evil path.
Role: Boarding Party
Skills:
Beast Mode: As a Sapkir Valk is a born hunter. His instincts and agility let him stay on top of fights, while keen senses let him track down prey or booty, whichever he wants at the time. He has become proficient with all sorts of weapons. He prefers blades but is a pretty damn good shot.
Slice, Hack, Shoot:He carries a number of different blades, but he has three favorites. First is a cutlass with a plasmatic edge. The second is a carving knife which does exactly what it sounds like. Finally, he has a possibly enchanted khopesh, Gytthal which in his tongue means glacier fang, that he uses when he’s really pissed off.
He always carries his preferred side arm, a G-9 Fury. It’s a pistol but uses flechettes instead of bullets.
This is Mad Bat to Nova Dawn:As part of the boarding parties, Valk has a tiny voidsuit all his own. It had to be specially tailored to his race and includes a jet pack to make up for him not being able to fly normally while wearing it.
Hook, Line, and Murder:As mentioned Valk does not have a left hand. It was replaced with a hook that can fire off with a nanowire tether.
History: Valk was born a pirate and will die a pirate. The little furball was born to a first mate of a crew of Sapkir pirates. They were a violent and dangerous lot who only cared for themselves. It wasn’t going to last forever. The crew was unstable. They all wanted only for themselves and desired greater and greater treasures. Soon they were going after bounties far too great for them to handle. Valk was the only one who stopped to think about what they were becoming. He wouldn’t fall into the same trap as the rest of his race.
He drifted among black market ports. He’d do some dirty work there. Most often he was a hired blade. He still loved the thrill of the kill, but Valk also knew that if he wasn’t careful he’d end up on someone's hit list. It was around here that he started to reinvent himself. He created a persona, a myth, to cloud himself. With a combination of acts and deceit he built himself up as “The Mad Bat”.
With rumors spreading about him Valk was gaining all the infamy he could want. Even when bounties went up for him people were terrified. No one knew what was real or fake, so Valk always could command the situation.
When the Nova Dawn came to his port even he had to follow the rumors of the ship. If nothing else he saw it as a chance to improve his mythos even further. He didn’t even realize how much he had missed his pirate days. To be out traveling the void plundering the riches of the fools.
Even now he continues to spread a mix of stories some true, some false, some embellished, but all of them add to his myth. It gives him a power over the crew just as it does with his enemies. He commands both respect and fear that he can’t demand through physicality alone.
Personality: Absolutely psychotic, at least it looks like it. Valk has worked very hard to give that impression to everyone. He exudes insanity, because if he looks crazy and acts crazy then you don’t know what he’ll really do. Valk is a bit on the energetic side and certainly enjoys violence too much, but he is completely in control of his mental faculties. He knows when to take things seriously, but those moments are few are far between. He loves the insanity and loves his job.
Other: Valk gets violently ill if he eats plants.
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"It's the oldest question of all, Tel. Who can spy on the spies?"
Name: Unknown, goes by Tel
Aliases: Shrouded in mystery, even to veteran members of the crew, Tel maintains a seemingly endless number of aliases and false identities. However, abroad the Nova Dawn she has always been known as Tel Lyed.
Race: The Oml Zevax are a race of mysterious shapeshifters feared across the vastness of the Void for their prodigious talents as spies and assassins. Beyond their ability to adopt the appearance of other beings, the Zevaxu are known to be gifted psionics, who ensnare their prey within complex webs of illusion.
A minor interstellar empire, the Oml Zevax, nonetheless maintain their independence as a result of their mastery of genetic manipulation and biotechnology, particularly their creation of state-of-the-art Bioware implants (cloned and enhanced organs). However, the Zevaux are also skilled at the modification of natural bodily functions for cosmetic and beneficial effect.
Age: Unknown, but clearly adult
Gender: Unknown, presumed to be Female
Appearance:
Safe within her quarters, far away from peering eyes, Tel prefers to wear only a simple tunic. She has a willowy build, elfin features, and alarmingly pointy teeth that not so subtly imply that the Oml Zevaxu are a carnivorous race. Her eyes are a bright amber color, tinted with a warm shade of orange, and her skin is the color of honey. Her hair is short, kept perpetually in a pixie-cut, and while black it is touched by several brushstrokes of blue. There is an unspoken threat of violence in her countenance, concealed by a pleasant, disarming voice, and soft features. Tel moves with an unnatural grace and precision, each captivating and flowing movement she makes hiding the intentions of a killer.
Although clearly not human, to those with training in the biological sciences, Tel's true appearance suggests that the Oml Zevaxu are the decedents of some long lost and forgotten strain of humanity.
Outside of her quarters, Tel wears highly ornate masks that she has taken to painting with all manner of elaborate patterns or faces. Ever protective of her privacy, she dresses in such a way that almost all of her features are obscured. She favors long flowing robes, muted in color, and bereft of any fanciful designs. Tel never removes her mask in the presence of others, unless having already shifted into a different form, and so no one, even among the crew of the Nova Dawn, has looked upon her true face.
Assumed Appearance(s): When disembarking from the ship, Tel assumes a form and manner of dress appropriate to the local environment.
Homeworld: Zevax is the largest planet of the star Osul and the homeworld of the secretive Oml Zevax. An extremely xenophobic and isolationist society, the Zevaxu fanatically guard their small solar system (Talnur), and entire Jihads have been waged over minor incursions into their territory. As a result, despite their occasional contact with other races in pursuit of trade, precious little information is known about the Zevaxu, their homeworld, or Talnur as the entire system is off-limits to outsiders, having long since been declared a holy site by the Zevaxu.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Role: Spymaster
Skills:
A creature of the shadows, Tel lives by her wits, and is a master of quiet, disciplined intelligence work, rather than straightforward combat. The Oml Zevax spy is capable fighter with a blade or gun, but her chief weapons are subterfuge and deception, and she views it as something of a failure on her own part if she has to resort to fighting in the open. Tel's tradecraft in conjunction with her skills as a psionic and shapechanger ultimately contribute to making her an extremely dangerous foe to cross.
Shape Change
"Are you one of them!? They could be anyone, anywhere, hiding in plain sight! Damned, damned, I'm damned because I crossed that murdering bastard Tanc! He threatened me, told me it would be best if I just sold him my company quietly...DAMN HIM! It's all I have! I couldn't, it's mine! Listen! Listen, I know they're coming, they're probably here...already...don't you know? They can take any form...Who?...the Oml Zevaxu...they're shapeshifters...demons, demons from the Void...they must be...it's not natural...it's not right, what manner of creature, no monster can change form that?...DO YOU HEAR IT!? THE WALLS! THEY'RE IN THE WALLS!!!"
- Unpublished notes from an interview with Ethan von Humboldt, Atorian merchant, conducted before his tragic suicide following a long bout of madness
My Mind is a Weapon! or How Psionic Powers Can Help You!
"In terms of arcane abilities, beyond shape shifting, our race has been blessed with the powerful psionic power of telepathy. Along with my esteemed colleagues, I have come to believe that the psionic powers of our species developed soon after our remarkable phenotypic plasticity. The ability to not only communicate through thought, but read the minds of others, was an incredibly useful ability for our early ancestors and ensured that they could maintain highly accurate disguises.
The value of this adaption for our evolutionary fitness was immense and it triggered a rapid growth in our telepathic abilities. Today, as we all know, many of us can invade the minds others, influence their very thoughts, and create elaborate illusions to control them. In an interesting example of the evolutionary arms-race that all organisms participate in, we can also see that our species developed the ability to resist or guard our thoughts against the intrusion of other telepaths.
Related to this...W-what? What are you doing!? Stop, put down the gun! You don't have to-"
- Notes from the final lecture of assassinated Oml Zevaxu scientist Yiro Skelt
The Importance of Blending In
"The key to being a great spy is really quite simple, don't stand out, and don't mention the war. Appear to be the most average, unassuming, and harmless individual in the room...and it is likely that you will survive. Be old, be fat, be dumb, and most importantly be poorly dressed. Your false persona should be so boring that the most clever guard quickly dismisses you as too simpleminded to even tie your shoes correctly. You see, the true master assassin, is so unremarkable that no one even remembers that he/she was there in the first place."
- Zid Ath, famed Oml Zevaxu Spymaster
Can't Catch Me
"Hiding is good, being stealthy is great, and killing your mark without being noticed is the only real goal. However, no matter how good you are, sometimes things go wrong, sometimes things go so wrong that there's no other option but to run. So run, run as fast and as far as you can, run until you can't run any more...and then run some more.
You must learn to be an escape artist...you have to be able to break out of any binds, any prison, steal any thing or any ship. You have to make it off-world, at least, and find some immoral merchant or pirate willing to spirit you away.
It's an endurance race, not a sprint."
- Dras Del, infamous Oml Zevaxu Assassin, reportedly responsible for over 400 assassinations
A Most Charming Spy!
"A good disguise can only go so far, and when it fails, and it will, well then trust me when I say that you better be ready. Charm! Charm is what will get you out of any danger! The right words, spoken at the right time, to the right person, can turn the most desperate of situations around. You have to be a social chameleon, always shifting, always changing! You must be whatever it is they desire, whatever it is they need to see or hear to turn them to into your ally! You have to be the sweet innocent flower, the silver-tongued demigod, the pious priest, the wealthy socialite, and the wicked temptress with a voice of silk, alternatively, and sometimes, but less often, all at once."
- Zid Ath, famed Oml Zevaxu Spymaster
Flexible Anatomy
"Be sure to select your poisons carefully based on the physiology of your target. Many races that travel the Void, such as the Nova Lepid, are unfortunately gifted with a strong resistance to particular kinds of poison. Other more deceptive species, such as the Oml Zevaxu have instead learned to mimic the natural resistances of other races. In general, I would advise any budding assassin to be most cautious of these and other shapeshifters."
- Kinh Eere, proprietor of "Bargain Poisons and More!"
Monstrous Form
"There are times when you should blend in, look normal, look harmless, and above all appear to be anything but an alien. However, when you are in danger or when your cover has been compromised rather than try to remain unnoticed it can often be better to aim to scare and unnerve your pursuers. The particular talents of our race allow us to assume the visages of monsters and the stuff of nightmares. And what creature, even a very brave one, faces their greatest fear without hesitation?"
- Adelu Turg, (deceased) Oml Zevaxu smuggler
"Are you one of them!? They could be anyone, anywhere, hiding in plain sight! Damned, damned, I'm damned because I crossed that murdering bastard Tanc! He threatened me, told me it would be best if I just sold him my company quietly...DAMN HIM! It's all I have! I couldn't, it's mine! Listen! Listen, I know they're coming, they're probably here...already...don't you know? They can take any form...Who?...the Oml Zevaxu...they're shapeshifters...demons, demons from the Void...they must be...it's not natural...it's not right, what manner of creature, no monster can change form that?...DO YOU HEAR IT!? THE WALLS! THEY'RE IN THE WALLS!!!"
- Unpublished notes from an interview with Ethan von Humboldt, Atorian merchant, conducted before his tragic suicide following a long bout of madness
My Mind is a Weapon! or How Psionic Powers Can Help You!
"In terms of arcane abilities, beyond shape shifting, our race has been blessed with the powerful psionic power of telepathy. Along with my esteemed colleagues, I have come to believe that the psionic powers of our species developed soon after our remarkable phenotypic plasticity. The ability to not only communicate through thought, but read the minds of others, was an incredibly useful ability for our early ancestors and ensured that they could maintain highly accurate disguises.
The value of this adaption for our evolutionary fitness was immense and it triggered a rapid growth in our telepathic abilities. Today, as we all know, many of us can invade the minds others, influence their very thoughts, and create elaborate illusions to control them. In an interesting example of the evolutionary arms-race that all organisms participate in, we can also see that our species developed the ability to resist or guard our thoughts against the intrusion of other telepaths.
Related to this...W-what? What are you doing!? Stop, put down the gun! You don't have to-"
- Notes from the final lecture of assassinated Oml Zevaxu scientist Yiro Skelt
The Importance of Blending In
"The key to being a great spy is really quite simple, don't stand out, and don't mention the war. Appear to be the most average, unassuming, and harmless individual in the room...and it is likely that you will survive. Be old, be fat, be dumb, and most importantly be poorly dressed. Your false persona should be so boring that the most clever guard quickly dismisses you as too simpleminded to even tie your shoes correctly. You see, the true master assassin, is so unremarkable that no one even remembers that he/she was there in the first place."
- Zid Ath, famed Oml Zevaxu Spymaster
Can't Catch Me
"Hiding is good, being stealthy is great, and killing your mark without being noticed is the only real goal. However, no matter how good you are, sometimes things go wrong, sometimes things go so wrong that there's no other option but to run. So run, run as fast and as far as you can, run until you can't run any more...and then run some more.
You must learn to be an escape artist...you have to be able to break out of any binds, any prison, steal any thing or any ship. You have to make it off-world, at least, and find some immoral merchant or pirate willing to spirit you away.
It's an endurance race, not a sprint."
- Dras Del, infamous Oml Zevaxu Assassin, reportedly responsible for over 400 assassinations
A Most Charming Spy!
"A good disguise can only go so far, and when it fails, and it will, well then trust me when I say that you better be ready. Charm! Charm is what will get you out of any danger! The right words, spoken at the right time, to the right person, can turn the most desperate of situations around. You have to be a social chameleon, always shifting, always changing! You must be whatever it is they desire, whatever it is they need to see or hear to turn them to into your ally! You have to be the sweet innocent flower, the silver-tongued demigod, the pious priest, the wealthy socialite, and the wicked temptress with a voice of silk, alternatively, and sometimes, but less often, all at once."
- Zid Ath, famed Oml Zevaxu Spymaster
Flexible Anatomy
"Be sure to select your poisons carefully based on the physiology of your target. Many races that travel the Void, such as the Nova Lepid, are unfortunately gifted with a strong resistance to particular kinds of poison. Other more deceptive species, such as the Oml Zevaxu have instead learned to mimic the natural resistances of other races. In general, I would advise any budding assassin to be most cautious of these and other shapeshifters."
- Kinh Eere, proprietor of "Bargain Poisons and More!"
Monstrous Form
"There are times when you should blend in, look normal, look harmless, and above all appear to be anything but an alien. However, when you are in danger or when your cover has been compromised rather than try to remain unnoticed it can often be better to aim to scare and unnerve your pursuers. The particular talents of our race allow us to assume the visages of monsters and the stuff of nightmares. And what creature, even a very brave one, faces their greatest fear without hesitation?"
- Adelu Turg, (deceased) Oml Zevaxu smuggler
History:
Top Secret: Urgent Message: Arc Luminous Naval Liaison Wolmorian Sector:
Intelligence has leaked regarding fleet operations in the Wolmorian Sector. It is believed that the Crux Tenebre have acquired detailed information of not only ship deployments, but also the location of our hidden supply caches and individual personnel files. The breech was detected abroad the battleship Tront and computer logs indicate that the data was last accessed by Engineering Specialist Lliak Cerl. However, upon examination of his quarters, Cerl was found dead with what appears to be a self-inflicted gunshot wound. The Chief Surgeon abroad the Tront has reported that the crew member has been dead for at least 48 hours, a strange finding considering the data was stolen a mere twelve hours ago. All ships in the sector have been put on high alert and we are conducting a search of all nearby civilian vessels.
Signed,
Naval Liaison Lerr Voc
Message to Defense Minister Akima from the Main Intelligence Agency of the General Staff of the Armed Forces of the Crux Tenebre:
Defense Minister Akima,
It gives me great pleasure to inform you that Operation Askela has been successfully concluded thanks to the aid of one of our agents Delst Zorr. We have liberated the scientist Iacko Umll from Arc Luminous and in gratitude he has generously provided us with detailed schematics of their latest class of warships, codenamed Fulcrum. As previously agreed, Delst Zorr has seen to the 'retirement' of all other involved personnel, and all ties to the honorable Crux Tenebre have been swept aside.
Respectfully yours,
Colonol Zeund Mear
Crux Tenebre Martial Police: All-Points Bulletin, Planet Upera:
The prison shuttle Hatck, which was expected to arrive at 17.00 hours yesterday, has now been overdue by more than a day. The shuttle was transporting a high-value detainee, the infamous corsair Itore "Twice-Hanged" Neth. The last communication from the ship came at approximately 15.00 hours, when the pilot, Maer Thez, notified the penitentiary at Upera that they were having minor technical difficulties with an air filter after-which all contact was lost with the vessel. Military vessels have been conducting a search and rescue operation for some 24 hours now, but as of yet nothing, even so much as a piece of debris, has been found. A reward of 5,000 golden doubloons is being offered for any information that leads to the recovery of the Hatck, its crew members or Itore Ias.
Addendum 1: The Crux Tenebre Martial Police are hereby offering an additional 5,000 gold doubloons for the capture of Maer Thez, a suspected pirate who is now believed to have commandeered the void-ship Hatck in order to free the convicted criminal Itore Neth.
Addendum 2: Citizens, we would like to remind you that it is a capital offense to aid escaped or wanted criminals.
Memo from the Office of Intelligence, Arc Luminous :
We are providing direct, on on-the-ground support for rebels on Oeme that are currently waging a guerrilla war against the Crux Tenebre-led coalition occupying the Ehtri system. As part of this effort we have acquired the services of Aessa Verg and a collection of mercenaries under her command. Calling themselves the VoidShip Irregulars, they have provided equipment, training, and intelligence for the rebel forces. Given the unstable nature of the Crux Tenebre leadership in the region, approval has been granted for Operation Drumbeat, with the aim of further destabilizing the occupation forces through the elimination of commanding Crux Tenebre officers.
Message to the Office of the Navy, Crux Tenebre:
Contact has been lost with our spy network in the Sull Treuz system. The last transmissions from our agents indicated that the Arc Luminous forces had begun engaging in counter-intelligence operations. The linchpin of this effort is an individual refereed to only as Sol Udra. Thus far, we have been unable to ascertain much, beyond the fact that Udra has ties to several active bands of pirates in the area and appears to show little regard for the rules of war.
Update: Following the interrogations of recently captured pirates, we have learned that Udra is newcomer to the system, and appears to be operating through a complex series of intermediaries, complicating our efforts to identify him. However, it is safe to say that he is no common pirate, unfortunately our informant posted with the local Arc Luminous naval detachment had no knowledge of any official operations currently underway.
Banking House Aldem: Internal Communications: Tasl Alev
My Lord Baron,
We have scoured every shipping log for the last several months and we now believe that the assassin Tasl Alev may be one of the despicable Oml Zevaxu. However, as of yet we have been unable to penetrate the borders of the Talnur system or find any definitive proof regarding the assassin's true identity. We have tried to bribe members of the shipping guild for information, but no one appears willing to risk the ire of the damned changelings.
My apologies for our slow progress, none more than I, burn with the desire to avenge the murder of our young lord. I promise you, my Lord, I will chase this wretched assassin into the deepest depths of the void myself and I will not rest until I have restored the honor of your great house!
Respectfully,
Security Officer Lombard
Cartographer's College, Broik Outpost:
Ral!
Ruined! We've been ruined! A thief has stolen our most recent starmaps of the Koeth system! It took five years to map out that damned system and we lose it all in a matter of weeks! We should never have trusted Risl Therl, that damned Jezebel stole everything, cleaned us out for all we're worth, and left us to rot! I've contacted friends within the local magistrate, but they've told me in so many words it's a lost cost, they can't find a single record of Risl Therl, not in the Cartographer's College, not in the Mercantile Assembly, not in the Scrivener Fellowship, and certainly not in the Business Bureau of the Arc Luminos!
Aleg
Intelligence has leaked regarding fleet operations in the Wolmorian Sector. It is believed that the Crux Tenebre have acquired detailed information of not only ship deployments, but also the location of our hidden supply caches and individual personnel files. The breech was detected abroad the battleship Tront and computer logs indicate that the data was last accessed by Engineering Specialist Lliak Cerl. However, upon examination of his quarters, Cerl was found dead with what appears to be a self-inflicted gunshot wound. The Chief Surgeon abroad the Tront has reported that the crew member has been dead for at least 48 hours, a strange finding considering the data was stolen a mere twelve hours ago. All ships in the sector have been put on high alert and we are conducting a search of all nearby civilian vessels.
Signed,
Naval Liaison Lerr Voc
Message to Defense Minister Akima from the Main Intelligence Agency of the General Staff of the Armed Forces of the Crux Tenebre:
Defense Minister Akima,
It gives me great pleasure to inform you that Operation Askela has been successfully concluded thanks to the aid of one of our agents Delst Zorr. We have liberated the scientist Iacko Umll from Arc Luminous and in gratitude he has generously provided us with detailed schematics of their latest class of warships, codenamed Fulcrum. As previously agreed, Delst Zorr has seen to the 'retirement' of all other involved personnel, and all ties to the honorable Crux Tenebre have been swept aside.
Respectfully yours,
Colonol Zeund Mear
Crux Tenebre Martial Police: All-Points Bulletin, Planet Upera:
The prison shuttle Hatck, which was expected to arrive at 17.00 hours yesterday, has now been overdue by more than a day. The shuttle was transporting a high-value detainee, the infamous corsair Itore "Twice-Hanged" Neth. The last communication from the ship came at approximately 15.00 hours, when the pilot, Maer Thez, notified the penitentiary at Upera that they were having minor technical difficulties with an air filter after-which all contact was lost with the vessel. Military vessels have been conducting a search and rescue operation for some 24 hours now, but as of yet nothing, even so much as a piece of debris, has been found. A reward of 5,000 golden doubloons is being offered for any information that leads to the recovery of the Hatck, its crew members or Itore Ias.
Addendum 1: The Crux Tenebre Martial Police are hereby offering an additional 5,000 gold doubloons for the capture of Maer Thez, a suspected pirate who is now believed to have commandeered the void-ship Hatck in order to free the convicted criminal Itore Neth.
Addendum 2: Citizens, we would like to remind you that it is a capital offense to aid escaped or wanted criminals.
Memo from the Office of Intelligence, Arc Luminous :
We are providing direct, on on-the-ground support for rebels on Oeme that are currently waging a guerrilla war against the Crux Tenebre-led coalition occupying the Ehtri system. As part of this effort we have acquired the services of Aessa Verg and a collection of mercenaries under her command. Calling themselves the VoidShip Irregulars, they have provided equipment, training, and intelligence for the rebel forces. Given the unstable nature of the Crux Tenebre leadership in the region, approval has been granted for Operation Drumbeat, with the aim of further destabilizing the occupation forces through the elimination of commanding Crux Tenebre officers.
Message to the Office of the Navy, Crux Tenebre:
Contact has been lost with our spy network in the Sull Treuz system. The last transmissions from our agents indicated that the Arc Luminous forces had begun engaging in counter-intelligence operations. The linchpin of this effort is an individual refereed to only as Sol Udra. Thus far, we have been unable to ascertain much, beyond the fact that Udra has ties to several active bands of pirates in the area and appears to show little regard for the rules of war.
Update: Following the interrogations of recently captured pirates, we have learned that Udra is newcomer to the system, and appears to be operating through a complex series of intermediaries, complicating our efforts to identify him. However, it is safe to say that he is no common pirate, unfortunately our informant posted with the local Arc Luminous naval detachment had no knowledge of any official operations currently underway.
Banking House Aldem: Internal Communications: Tasl Alev
My Lord Baron,
We have scoured every shipping log for the last several months and we now believe that the assassin Tasl Alev may be one of the despicable Oml Zevaxu. However, as of yet we have been unable to penetrate the borders of the Talnur system or find any definitive proof regarding the assassin's true identity. We have tried to bribe members of the shipping guild for information, but no one appears willing to risk the ire of the damned changelings.
My apologies for our slow progress, none more than I, burn with the desire to avenge the murder of our young lord. I promise you, my Lord, I will chase this wretched assassin into the deepest depths of the void myself and I will not rest until I have restored the honor of your great house!
Respectfully,
Security Officer Lombard
Cartographer's College, Broik Outpost:
Ral!
Ruined! We've been ruined! A thief has stolen our most recent starmaps of the Koeth system! It took five years to map out that damned system and we lose it all in a matter of weeks! We should never have trusted Risl Therl, that damned Jezebel stole everything, cleaned us out for all we're worth, and left us to rot! I've contacted friends within the local magistrate, but they've told me in so many words it's a lost cost, they can't find a single record of Risl Therl, not in the Cartographer's College, not in the Mercantile Assembly, not in the Scrivener Fellowship, and certainly not in the Business Bureau of the Arc Luminos!
Aleg
"Viktor, how long have you served abroad the Nova Dawn?"
"Twenty years, give or take," the one-eyed pirate replied without looking up from the arcane battery he was repairing, "Ever since the Captain dragged me out of a Arc Luminous prison."
"So you pretty much know everyone that's part of the crew, right?"
"Sure, Gir," Viktor said looking up from his work and breaking into a broad grin."Is someone giving you trouble again? They can be a difficult lot but if you give them some time to get used to you then ---"
"No, no, it's not that, I was just curious about --"
"Woah, woah there, friend, let me just stop you there. Since when were pirates known for answering questions?" Viktor interrupted with a chuckle and raised hands. "What the hell, I'll give you a pass this time kid, what do you want to know?"
"Who's the masked woman, the one with the hooded robes? what does she do? I've seen her all over the ship, but I still haven't figured out what she actually does on the ship and it's like half the crew are afraid to mention her name."
"Ah, you mean Tel Lyed, the Captain's spymaster and the most infamous spook this side of the void," Viktor said, finally putting down his tools, and casting his eyes around to make sure no one was listening. "Shut the door, Gir."
"So you know her then?"
"Ha, listen kid, no one knows Tel Lyed, least of all me."
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing's ever the same with her, not her appearance, not her voice, and certainly not the stories she tells about her past. She's what a more educated man might call an enigma, my boy."
"She doesn't seem that bad, maybe she's just shy?"
"Don't be fooled by her fanciful alien charms, Gris," Viktor added with a wink,"Best stay away from her Gris, she's bad news, and doesn't take kindly to people asking questions about her. If she doesn't kill you, then she'll pass your name off to someone else who will, and she's in deep with the worst of the worst, the real villains, who'll happily murder a system or two to keep a secret."
"So then why does the Captain keep her around?"
Clearly amused, Viktor patted Gir good-naturedly on the shoulder,"I'm not sure if you've failed to notice kid, but we aren't exactly the good guys."
"I know but we're not that bad, we don't--"
"Listen, sometimes we need someone like her, someone who can get whatever information we need for a score, someone willing to kill at drop of hat, and someone who knows who to bribe when things don't work out according to plan."
"Sure, but what about--"
"Good evening gentleman."
Startled, both Viktor and Gir turned in the direction of the sound, only to be met by the robed figure of of Tel Lyed. Drawing a short, paniced breath, Viktor looked upon the terrifying visage of her painted mask, skillfully painted to look like some form of Void demon, unmoving and unchanging, for what felt like an eternity. He was sure that he was experiencing the last seconds of his storied and remarkably long life as a pirate. Muttering a brief series of prayers to all the gods he could remember, just to hedge his bets, the grizzled pirate consoled himself with the thought that at least it would be a quicker death than that offered by the Steward's cooking.
The Gods were merciful however and with only a polite nod in their direction Tel Lyed left the room just as quietly as she had entered. So shocked was he, that he failed to notice if she had even used the door. There was no way he could know, but Viktor felt certain that the Oml Zevax spy was smiling beneath her mask.
"Gods, how'd she get past the door?" He muttered, face still ashen.
"Twenty years, give or take," the one-eyed pirate replied without looking up from the arcane battery he was repairing, "Ever since the Captain dragged me out of a Arc Luminous prison."
"So you pretty much know everyone that's part of the crew, right?"
"Sure, Gir," Viktor said looking up from his work and breaking into a broad grin."Is someone giving you trouble again? They can be a difficult lot but if you give them some time to get used to you then ---"
"No, no, it's not that, I was just curious about --"
"Woah, woah there, friend, let me just stop you there. Since when were pirates known for answering questions?" Viktor interrupted with a chuckle and raised hands. "What the hell, I'll give you a pass this time kid, what do you want to know?"
"Who's the masked woman, the one with the hooded robes? what does she do? I've seen her all over the ship, but I still haven't figured out what she actually does on the ship and it's like half the crew are afraid to mention her name."
"Ah, you mean Tel Lyed, the Captain's spymaster and the most infamous spook this side of the void," Viktor said, finally putting down his tools, and casting his eyes around to make sure no one was listening. "Shut the door, Gir."
"So you know her then?"
"Ha, listen kid, no one knows Tel Lyed, least of all me."
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing's ever the same with her, not her appearance, not her voice, and certainly not the stories she tells about her past. She's what a more educated man might call an enigma, my boy."
"She doesn't seem that bad, maybe she's just shy?"
"Don't be fooled by her fanciful alien charms, Gris," Viktor added with a wink,"Best stay away from her Gris, she's bad news, and doesn't take kindly to people asking questions about her. If she doesn't kill you, then she'll pass your name off to someone else who will, and she's in deep with the worst of the worst, the real villains, who'll happily murder a system or two to keep a secret."
"So then why does the Captain keep her around?"
Clearly amused, Viktor patted Gir good-naturedly on the shoulder,"I'm not sure if you've failed to notice kid, but we aren't exactly the good guys."
"I know but we're not that bad, we don't--"
"Listen, sometimes we need someone like her, someone who can get whatever information we need for a score, someone willing to kill at drop of hat, and someone who knows who to bribe when things don't work out according to plan."
"Sure, but what about--"
"Good evening gentleman."
Startled, both Viktor and Gir turned in the direction of the sound, only to be met by the robed figure of of Tel Lyed. Drawing a short, paniced breath, Viktor looked upon the terrifying visage of her painted mask, skillfully painted to look like some form of Void demon, unmoving and unchanging, for what felt like an eternity. He was sure that he was experiencing the last seconds of his storied and remarkably long life as a pirate. Muttering a brief series of prayers to all the gods he could remember, just to hedge his bets, the grizzled pirate consoled himself with the thought that at least it would be a quicker death than that offered by the Steward's cooking.
The Gods were merciful however and with only a polite nod in their direction Tel Lyed left the room just as quietly as she had entered. So shocked was he, that he failed to notice if she had even used the door. There was no way he could know, but Viktor felt certain that the Oml Zevax spy was smiling beneath her mask.
"Gods, how'd she get past the door?" He muttered, face still ashen.
Personality:
A talented and committed actress, Tel will assume whatever identity or personality she has to accomplish a mission. However, beneath the multitude of adopted identities and mannerisms she carries with her, Tel is in fact a complete and fairly sane person (as sane as a Space Pirate can be). She treats the other crew members of the Nova Dawn warmly, never forgetting that they are currently her only colleagues (and remembering that it's quite bothersome to vet new crew members). Despite her status as the resident spook, Tel relishes any opportunity to be social, and to drown away the monotony of Void travel by imbibing a tasty drink or more. After all...Spies just want to have fun.
Unlike many a spy she is more than happy to talk about her past, past exploits, and current targets...however, the veracity of her stories is an entirely different matter.
Tel has a sharp eye for detail and catches the details that others miss or forget in passing. Most importantly, she knows when and how to listen (a supremely underrated skill). She is both a keeper and dealer of many secrets, secrets that are best forgotten or more likely saved for a rainy day. Long years of experience have cultivated in her the two traits most important to a spy: patience and self-control.
An exceptionally skilled spymaster, Tel is gifted with a prodigious memory and a talent for convincing people, very politely, to talk. Years spent in the shadows, weaving webs of deception, and dealing in death have provided her with a profound insight into the weaknesses of others. As a result, she eschews the heavy-handed tactics of soldiers and lesser spies, favoring subtlety and guile over brute force.
While conscious of the grim nature of her profession, Tel rarely concerns herself with the morality of her actions. Some might perhaps uncharitably call her self-serving, but Tel would counter that she very much enjoys being alive, thank you very much. Spies with consciences having notoriously short lifespans in the darker parts of the Void.
Other:
- The Oml Zevaxu spymaster has a large collection of ornate theater masks that she has taken to painting with both beautiful and terrifying visages. Valuing her anonymity, she wears these masks when wandering the decks of the Nova Dawn in her true form.
- Tel has a fondness for tea and when not otherwise engaged she can often be found sitting in various parts of the Nova Dawn nursing a cup of freshly brewed tea.
- She has a minor obsession with honey and all things sweet.
- Perhaps, as a result of her love of honey, Tel is fascinated by the art of beekeeping, and treasures an ancient tome about beekeeping that she often reads in the privacy of her quarters. When asked about this book, Tel has always maintained that she plans to retire one day and live the rest of her days quietly as a beekeeper.
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People nickname her: Baby and she is used to it.
Age: 17 USY – Fully mature and just past midway of lifecycle. Erygo Monis have a shelf-life of 29 USY
Gender: Female. Yet conditioned to be asexual. She is, however, sterile for she is of the Warrior Caste.
Role: Communications Officer
Alignment: Law. The Erygo Monis follow conduct and structure laid out for them. They are bred and born into the great Interconnection Sphere where each individual plays a significant role no matter how low their status and prestige.
6' 5” of slow burning Erygo Monis intensity. Baebii was bred to be uncompromising, undeniable and unmatched. She was born to be a Controller of her kind. Though she is average size and bulk of her breeding, there is a certain air about her that makes her seem bigger than she is; she has an aura of Command. Her skin is a sandy golden brown layer of tightly knit scales spotted with browns all over her body. Golden eyes are usually held half-lidded in an always suspicious glare or if she is cross, she just lays it on thick with a plain ol' Ellimindarin-daggers-in-her-eyes scowl mode. A strong nose coupled with strong cheekbones hovers over a full lips either held in distaste or in an open sharp toothy sneer.
Rippling and lithe mucular body is covered in the normal, yet revealing garb of the Erygo Monis Command. Purple is her designation which is ranks her high in her station as a Controller... but that means little out here on this boat but still she loves the colour and flaunts her station proudly. As with all warrior caste, her accessories prove to have as much function as they do style. Leggings, armwear (including shoulders and elbows) serve as armour, submarine propulsion as well as enchanted stun weaponry.
As a creature bred for combat against the invasion and destruction of her homeworld which is nearly 90% covered in water, Baebii's body structure allows for her to move rather quickly and smoothly underwater, this of course is aided by her enchanted tech. As such, she is more amphibian than reptile and can breath underwater via some of her protuberances on her head.
These protuberances look like dreadlocks but are actually functional armaments and utility devices made for the Erygo Monis. They can extend a further 3m to 10m in length. Offworlders commonly (humourously) call them: Er'locks. Each has an individual purpose and the more there are on the head of a Erygo Monis the more prolific they are. Baebii was a celebrated Controller and the Er'locks and the brands upon her back she shows off proudly.
Rarely will anyone find Baebii smiling... save for when she is cooing in absolute adoration in the company of the giant grub, Res.
*~*~*
Baebii
(bay-BEH-ee)People nickname her: Baby and she is used to it.
Age: 17 USY – Fully mature and just past midway of lifecycle. Erygo Monis have a shelf-life of 29 USY
Gender: Female. Yet conditioned to be asexual. She is, however, sterile for she is of the Warrior Caste.
Role: Communications Officer
Alignment: Law. The Erygo Monis follow conduct and structure laid out for them. They are bred and born into the great Interconnection Sphere where each individual plays a significant role no matter how low their status and prestige.
– Genetically engineered warrior race. There are several castes and generally follow breeding and society patterns similar to ants. The castes are ranked from lowest to highest as follows: Fodder, Worker, Feeder, Scout, Warrior, Noble, Drones, Queen. Names are actually numbers in the Lualayan language. ~Bae (bay) is 16, birth number. ~Bi (beh) is Warrior, caste. ~I (ee) is Controller, warrior type. her name stands for her status: Warrior.
Originally created by the Boonu peoples to combat invasion of their planet. They were a controlled experiment that went rogue and created colonies of their own. Though inadvertently unleashing the Erygo Monis into the wild, so to speak, they proliferated and bred their own freewill armies and their sheer numbers and sheer ferocity helped stave off the invasion of the invading Rouvenridas and the Stapamedes armies.
Originally created by the Boonu peoples to combat invasion of their planet. They were a controlled experiment that went rogue and created colonies of their own. Though inadvertently unleashing the Erygo Monis into the wild, so to speak, they proliferated and bred their own freewill armies and their sheer numbers and sheer ferocity helped stave off the invasion of the invading Rouvenridas and the Stapamedes armies.
6' 5” of slow burning Erygo Monis intensity. Baebii was bred to be uncompromising, undeniable and unmatched. She was born to be a Controller of her kind. Though she is average size and bulk of her breeding, there is a certain air about her that makes her seem bigger than she is; she has an aura of Command. Her skin is a sandy golden brown layer of tightly knit scales spotted with browns all over her body. Golden eyes are usually held half-lidded in an always suspicious glare or if she is cross, she just lays it on thick with a plain ol' Ellimindarin-daggers-in-her-eyes scowl mode. A strong nose coupled with strong cheekbones hovers over a full lips either held in distaste or in an open sharp toothy sneer.
Rippling and lithe mucular body is covered in the normal, yet revealing garb of the Erygo Monis Command. Purple is her designation which is ranks her high in her station as a Controller... but that means little out here on this boat but still she loves the colour and flaunts her station proudly. As with all warrior caste, her accessories prove to have as much function as they do style. Leggings, armwear (including shoulders and elbows) serve as armour, submarine propulsion as well as enchanted stun weaponry.
As a creature bred for combat against the invasion and destruction of her homeworld which is nearly 90% covered in water, Baebii's body structure allows for her to move rather quickly and smoothly underwater, this of course is aided by her enchanted tech. As such, she is more amphibian than reptile and can breath underwater via some of her protuberances on her head.
These protuberances look like dreadlocks but are actually functional armaments and utility devices made for the Erygo Monis. They can extend a further 3m to 10m in length. Offworlders commonly (humourously) call them: Er'locks. Each has an individual purpose and the more there are on the head of a Erygo Monis the more prolific they are. Baebii was a celebrated Controller and the Er'locks and the brands upon her back she shows off proudly.
Rarely will anyone find Baebii smiling... save for when she is cooing in absolute adoration in the company of the giant grub, Res.
Braetonica Celaris – once a planet covered by 87.8% water and with stunning polar caps, the world was nearly lain desolate and barren after a war between two invading forces competed for the liquid resource of the planet as well as fought the collective of native forces of Braetonica Celaris.
Before the invasion, Braetonica Celaris was a self-sustaining world with high arcanitech based modernity. Offworld freighters did come to trade for water and highly sought minerals in the deep canyons of the oceans. A trade embargo began against the roving Stapemedes peoples invaded an outlying planetoid for territory. Soon enough the neighbouring Rouvenridas took vigilante action when Council talks stalled action against the invading Stapemedes. War broke out and Braetonica Celaris was to be one of the spoils of the war. Mineral rich and covered in water that would feed countless generations, Braetonica was invaded in the ensuing decade.
After decades of fighting, the United Terran Coalition upon Braetonica took to genetic engineering a warrior people that would sustain in a controlled lifecycle. The Erygo Monis were an instant success and launched into action. They were an amphibious type of race and attacked from submersive bio-mech vehicles as well as land based ones. When several young queens meant for culling were accidentally jettisoned into the wild, they were found by Erygos Monis not of the same strain. But the natural ingrained instinct to protect and care for queens of the Erygos Monis allowed the queens to be taken in and protected. They were brought to their own lairs spread across coastal lines and managed to survive and breed in the wild. And from there, the armies of the United Terran Coalition doubled in less than a decade with a fully grown and deadly complement of female Erygos Monis soldiers.
Fighting finally subsided and the invading alien armies were forced to sign treaties and eventually were banished from Braetonica. But some Rouvenridas took decomissioned Erygo Monis with them in secret to breed their own soldiers when it was time to return.
Before the invasion, Braetonica Celaris was a self-sustaining world with high arcanitech based modernity. Offworld freighters did come to trade for water and highly sought minerals in the deep canyons of the oceans. A trade embargo began against the roving Stapemedes peoples invaded an outlying planetoid for territory. Soon enough the neighbouring Rouvenridas took vigilante action when Council talks stalled action against the invading Stapemedes. War broke out and Braetonica Celaris was to be one of the spoils of the war. Mineral rich and covered in water that would feed countless generations, Braetonica was invaded in the ensuing decade.
After decades of fighting, the United Terran Coalition upon Braetonica took to genetic engineering a warrior people that would sustain in a controlled lifecycle. The Erygo Monis were an instant success and launched into action. They were an amphibious type of race and attacked from submersive bio-mech vehicles as well as land based ones. When several young queens meant for culling were accidentally jettisoned into the wild, they were found by Erygos Monis not of the same strain. But the natural ingrained instinct to protect and care for queens of the Erygos Monis allowed the queens to be taken in and protected. They were brought to their own lairs spread across coastal lines and managed to survive and breed in the wild. And from there, the armies of the United Terran Coalition doubled in less than a decade with a fully grown and deadly complement of female Erygos Monis soldiers.
Fighting finally subsided and the invading alien armies were forced to sign treaties and eventually were banished from Braetonica. But some Rouvenridas took decomissioned Erygo Monis with them in secret to breed their own soldiers when it was time to return.
*~*~*
Controller Er'locks.
After becoming decommissioned, and thusly becoming deweaponized, Baebii's lethality with her Er'locks has been nullified. She has however learned that she can use her psionic esper abilities for other practical and very useful ways. She is able to link in to the communications systems of a vessel or vehicle and 'speak' with the computer systems. She has been trained by Rouvenridas forces to become an efficient bridge Communications Officer with required knowledge for long and short range Void scanning and to physically work on and link up communications systems hardware and software.
Instead of weapon storage in her Er'locks she is able to store languages, and, in fact has hundreds of languages stored for translation. And whether willing or not, she may 'patch-in' forcefully or not via her Er'locks by invading the base of a subjects skull and allow instant translation between multiple parties. Even without 'patching-in,' Baby can scan for a known language in her head and translate out loud or even speak back the language with her translation breather apparatus.
As a Controller she has psionic esper abilities, but they have been nerfed. But she has rejuvenated her empathic abilities via her Er'locks and can scan beings by swishing her protuberance back and forth near them and figure out basic emotions and possibly even detect surface lies or discrepancies in speech patterns. She is aided by the goggles of her translation apparatus.
But the wicked power she has rejuvenated in her Er'locks just recently is a form of psyche override. Up to five others, for now, she is able to 'patch-in' to them and control their bodily movements for a limited time. The easiest use for Baby to use this is when a subject is asleep or unconscious.
And if it comes down to it, she may use her Er'locks as martial arts weapons as multiple whips or grappling armaments.
*~*~*
Swimming:
Baebii is a powerful swimmer and diver. And equipped with her leggings and armwear she is able to propel herself much faster than olympian swimmers. She has a set of Er'locks that serve as an arcanitech 'gills' system that allows her to breath underwater. This is where she remains deadly as she may grapple another and hold them underwater until they lose their held breath.
She is very comfortable underwater and can keep her eyes open since she has a second set of eye coverings that serve as goggles and help her to see in within 30m of darkness in water. Right now she is working on transfering air to others via her Er'locks. With such little progress so far, she believes that she must upgrade her Er'locks and have them enchanted by an expert arcanitechnician.
*~*~*
Combat Manoeuvring/Field Combat Expertise:
A Warrior through and through, Baby is actually more efficient as a Controller on the battlefield. But ever since her psionic esper abilities have been drained from her, her power as a communications relay is no longer there. She can however use her Er'locks as transmission signal boosters. But given a proper set up, she can play as the 'eye-in-the-sky' and co-ordinate troop movement and recognize hazards and potential pitfalls out in the field.
But this skill she holds back on for she only wants to be known as the Comm Officer and not a field Lieutenant... but sometimes she just cannot help but spout out some advice to the boarding team.
Controller Er'locks.
After becoming decommissioned, and thusly becoming deweaponized, Baebii's lethality with her Er'locks has been nullified. She has however learned that she can use her psionic esper abilities for other practical and very useful ways. She is able to link in to the communications systems of a vessel or vehicle and 'speak' with the computer systems. She has been trained by Rouvenridas forces to become an efficient bridge Communications Officer with required knowledge for long and short range Void scanning and to physically work on and link up communications systems hardware and software.
Instead of weapon storage in her Er'locks she is able to store languages, and, in fact has hundreds of languages stored for translation. And whether willing or not, she may 'patch-in' forcefully or not via her Er'locks by invading the base of a subjects skull and allow instant translation between multiple parties. Even without 'patching-in,' Baby can scan for a known language in her head and translate out loud or even speak back the language with her translation breather apparatus.
As a Controller she has psionic esper abilities, but they have been nerfed. But she has rejuvenated her empathic abilities via her Er'locks and can scan beings by swishing her protuberance back and forth near them and figure out basic emotions and possibly even detect surface lies or discrepancies in speech patterns. She is aided by the goggles of her translation apparatus.
But the wicked power she has rejuvenated in her Er'locks just recently is a form of psyche override. Up to five others, for now, she is able to 'patch-in' to them and control their bodily movements for a limited time. The easiest use for Baby to use this is when a subject is asleep or unconscious.
And if it comes down to it, she may use her Er'locks as martial arts weapons as multiple whips or grappling armaments.
*~*~*
Swimming:
Baebii is a powerful swimmer and diver. And equipped with her leggings and armwear she is able to propel herself much faster than olympian swimmers. She has a set of Er'locks that serve as an arcanitech 'gills' system that allows her to breath underwater. This is where she remains deadly as she may grapple another and hold them underwater until they lose their held breath.
She is very comfortable underwater and can keep her eyes open since she has a second set of eye coverings that serve as goggles and help her to see in within 30m of darkness in water. Right now she is working on transfering air to others via her Er'locks. With such little progress so far, she believes that she must upgrade her Er'locks and have them enchanted by an expert arcanitechnician.
*~*~*
Combat Manoeuvring/Field Combat Expertise:
A Warrior through and through, Baby is actually more efficient as a Controller on the battlefield. But ever since her psionic esper abilities have been drained from her, her power as a communications relay is no longer there. She can however use her Er'locks as transmission signal boosters. But given a proper set up, she can play as the 'eye-in-the-sky' and co-ordinate troop movement and recognize hazards and potential pitfalls out in the field.
But this skill she holds back on for she only wants to be known as the Comm Officer and not a field Lieutenant... but sometimes she just cannot help but spout out some advice to the boarding team.
My name is Baebii.
I was granted release as an egg by my gracious mother, the honoured and grand Queen Basalliane of the Arcendo West Coastal Wing. Ago was I hatched 17 cycles of this Universe. Upon the soil of the Boonu was I granted my life, my code, my honour, my creed, and my purpose. No, I am not Queen and nor will I ever be... but I was made to rule on the battlefield. I am a Warrior Controller. I commanded the Jensings Sect Platoon. We were the ones that took out the water exchanger of the Great Omidoom, the Freighter of the Rouvenridas, and caused the chain reaction explosion that ultimately took them down and forced them to talk to our peoples of our homeworld. In the name of grandest mother Braetonica Celaris we did our Erygo Monis peoples, all peoples, all queens, all hearts proud and then some.
And then we were taken away. But not before we were shamed for being what we are; a power to be recognized and respected. Instead we were demonized as weapons that caused fear and bedlam to all others that we had saved. And so they took from me something intrinsic to my being; they took from me a piece of the interconnection sphere. I was stripped of my esper essence. And in so far as to rend open more my humiliation, they put me on a space boat so I could never see my mother queen again. But I was too proud to retaliate, too honourbound to return the pain, too much love for mother Basalliane to go against her wishes for my banishment. And so with hundreds of my sisters and with heavy heart, we took to the stars upon the Tarsusla, frigate of the Rouvenridas never to return to Braetonica Celaris.
It was aboard that warship that I learned my new trade. For I was one of the handfuls of lucky survivors. I was experimented upon just like the rest of my sisters, but for me it was not torture. I was a cut apart... for many of my sisters they were plainly and literally just cut apart. For you see, I was useful to them. My skill set allowed me to learn about this strange technology; such tech with little to no arcanic basis at all. But as my sisters lives failed, I flourished into a communications officer. And so it was down to just a few dozen of us. From over 350 Erygo Monis sisters whittled down to just us survivors. But for what they had taken and learned from us... oh but we would do the same.
Our escape cost us a dozen more sisters. But it cost the Rouvenridas an entire crew aboard an esteemed frigate. Baebii and her bloody sisters blew that mother into the Void wastes and we spit on their blackened graves.
The escape shuttles landed upon a ass backwards rock called Labazeplas, a moon only fit for the scum, the degenerates and runaways. A perfect place to exchange our shuttles for some food and some directions. Oh but we did okay. For the 23 of us decided to go our separate ways. But not before setting a plan in motion to gather others and meet in 9 turns of the Universe. You see, there was not only one frigate that took our sister Erygo Monis from our homeworld but at least a dozen more.
And so I was taken in by a boat called the Nova Dawn. I must have impressed something fierce upon Captain Sulk to have been hired on... but I am a daughter of Queen Basalliane afterall. And so I traded my skills and loyalty to the 'Dawn in exchange for all the creds and treasures untold I can have aboard my time here.
And so here I stand. After a single turn of the Uni, I am now Comm Officer aboard the Nova Dawn. And I love it here. The Captain is a good one and the crew is a decent outfit. I honestly did have my doubts until I saw it. It is my temporary replacement-- it is my Umboobu-- my little queen. It's name is Res and it does not know it but I love it. I do. It is plump in all the right places just like...
And this Res, it keeps me fed, focused... and loved. And it keeps me mindful of why I am aboard this boat.
In the next 8 turns of the Uni, I must earn enough to buy a couple of frigates and gather enough to woman them. Baebii and her sisters will unite and we will find those other surviving Erygo Monis in the clutches of the Rouvenridas. Even if we have to take on their whole armada. No matter how much blood flows from here on out into the Void, we will make good upon our pact and find them all.
No matter how much blood flows from here on out, the Void will get her fill from our war.
I was granted release as an egg by my gracious mother, the honoured and grand Queen Basalliane of the Arcendo West Coastal Wing. Ago was I hatched 17 cycles of this Universe. Upon the soil of the Boonu was I granted my life, my code, my honour, my creed, and my purpose. No, I am not Queen and nor will I ever be... but I was made to rule on the battlefield. I am a Warrior Controller. I commanded the Jensings Sect Platoon. We were the ones that took out the water exchanger of the Great Omidoom, the Freighter of the Rouvenridas, and caused the chain reaction explosion that ultimately took them down and forced them to talk to our peoples of our homeworld. In the name of grandest mother Braetonica Celaris we did our Erygo Monis peoples, all peoples, all queens, all hearts proud and then some.
And then we were taken away. But not before we were shamed for being what we are; a power to be recognized and respected. Instead we were demonized as weapons that caused fear and bedlam to all others that we had saved. And so they took from me something intrinsic to my being; they took from me a piece of the interconnection sphere. I was stripped of my esper essence. And in so far as to rend open more my humiliation, they put me on a space boat so I could never see my mother queen again. But I was too proud to retaliate, too honourbound to return the pain, too much love for mother Basalliane to go against her wishes for my banishment. And so with hundreds of my sisters and with heavy heart, we took to the stars upon the Tarsusla, frigate of the Rouvenridas never to return to Braetonica Celaris.
It was aboard that warship that I learned my new trade. For I was one of the handfuls of lucky survivors. I was experimented upon just like the rest of my sisters, but for me it was not torture. I was a cut apart... for many of my sisters they were plainly and literally just cut apart. For you see, I was useful to them. My skill set allowed me to learn about this strange technology; such tech with little to no arcanic basis at all. But as my sisters lives failed, I flourished into a communications officer. And so it was down to just a few dozen of us. From over 350 Erygo Monis sisters whittled down to just us survivors. But for what they had taken and learned from us... oh but we would do the same.
Our escape cost us a dozen more sisters. But it cost the Rouvenridas an entire crew aboard an esteemed frigate. Baebii and her bloody sisters blew that mother into the Void wastes and we spit on their blackened graves.
The escape shuttles landed upon a ass backwards rock called Labazeplas, a moon only fit for the scum, the degenerates and runaways. A perfect place to exchange our shuttles for some food and some directions. Oh but we did okay. For the 23 of us decided to go our separate ways. But not before setting a plan in motion to gather others and meet in 9 turns of the Universe. You see, there was not only one frigate that took our sister Erygo Monis from our homeworld but at least a dozen more.
And so I was taken in by a boat called the Nova Dawn. I must have impressed something fierce upon Captain Sulk to have been hired on... but I am a daughter of Queen Basalliane afterall. And so I traded my skills and loyalty to the 'Dawn in exchange for all the creds and treasures untold I can have aboard my time here.
And so here I stand. After a single turn of the Uni, I am now Comm Officer aboard the Nova Dawn. And I love it here. The Captain is a good one and the crew is a decent outfit. I honestly did have my doubts until I saw it. It is my temporary replacement-- it is my Umboobu-- my little queen. It's name is Res and it does not know it but I love it. I do. It is plump in all the right places just like...
In the next 8 turns of the Uni, I must earn enough to buy a couple of frigates and gather enough to woman them. Baebii and her sisters will unite and we will find those other surviving Erygo Monis in the clutches of the Rouvenridas. Even if we have to take on their whole armada. No matter how much blood flows from here on out into the Void, we will make good upon our pact and find them all.
No matter how much blood flows from here on out, the Void will get her fill from our war.
Headstrong and proud yet loyal and honourbound. Unyielding and relentless yet excellent teammate and very supportive. A vicious bitch in the ring, a motherly force at home. A soldier lost and no longer prized but willing to climb that ladder again. Stoic and humourless but still knows when to give and take a hug. Homesick and shamed, yet at home and honoured to serve on board and with the crew of the Nova Dawn.
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Name: Azkaret Orrekar or Az for short
Race:
The Avaryn are a species take on the appearance of different birds but only have feather on their head in place of hair. Avaryns hit sexual maturity around 20 Universal Standard Years and live up to around 120 Universal Standard Years. At this point, the Avaryn reach their full height, the tallest reaching around 5'10" in height, and are done growing physically. The Avaryn have three talone digits on their hands and feet, the middle of which is the longest. Avaryns have a very lithe frame due to their bones being less dense than those of humans. Because of this, however, the Avaryn are known to move much faster than humans but are less durable, which they compensate for with heavily shielded armor for their warriors. They cannot make the armor heavier than average, so they have high-strength individual personal shielding built into their armor.
In Avaryn society the females are more prominent, similar to how males usually are in human society, taking on roles of power such as in politics, military, etc. The males usually involve themselves with more passive professions like science, medicine, etc. That’s not to say males in Avaryn society don’t join the military or rise to power or that females never become doctors or scientists. The Avaryn military is known for its long range and espionage-based fighters. They are also known for their more defensive approach to military technology, preferring to research more into protecting their troops than they do in harming opposing armies. Their technology is a blend of the magical and mechanical. Most of their technology is powered by the primal force that surrounds all living beings. In particular, their armor with personal shielding uses a dual purpose power amplifier/generator to project a shield around the individual. The runes carved into the power source of the shield draws in primal energy from the world around them and then amplifies the output to form the shield. This is how much of their power sources function. Much their military technolgoy is powered through Arcana, though. Their weaponry is made to absorb the magical forces around them like their shielding and then release energy in the form of different spells.
Age: 63 Universal Standard Years
Gender: Male
Appearance: Az stands at 5’7” with the lithe frame common to his people. Az most closely resembles a horned owl with dark coppery feathers across his head. He usually wears a chest piece with the personal shielding technology from his homeworld as a precaution as he travels. In addition to his armored chest piece, Az usually wears a long robe of dark maroon over his clothes. Over his eyes, he wears a holo visor similar in appearance to glasses, but with holographic screens in place of the lenses that provide him with better sight, a Heads Up Display, and various readings and information from the world aorund him and are linked to his personal terminal. As another precaution, Az carries a pistol on his belt. This pistol is Avaryn tech and is able to harness different sorts of magical energy and dispel various kinds of blasts depending on the energy absorbed.
Homeworld: Airys
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Role: Archaeologist/Navigator
Skills: Az is a skilled navigator and archaeologist. He has studied the Astral Gates and various relics from different societies around that time to see different sides of the puzzle. Because of his studies, he has naturally picked up how to navigate the Void, mostly from studying how older voyagers would do it. Along with his archaeological and navigation studies, Az has delved into the magical arts. He is most proficient with Psionics, as his race is born with basic Psionic abilities, but he has also studied the branch of Arcana. He utilizes his magic mostly through his pistol by absorbing different sorts of energy into the instrument and then firing the output from the pistol as different kinds of spells, but he is also able to perform basic “utility” spells without his pistol.
History: Az fell into line with the typical gender roles of his species and chose the path of an academic. He decided to study the Astral Gates left behind by the gods, having always been intrigued by puzzles and the past, being a firm believer in the people of the present being able to learn from the past should they actually choose to listen. Once he finished his formal education in his chosen area of study, Az decided to delve as deep as he could into the mysteries left behind by the gods by beginning with the relics left behind on his homeworld, and throughouthis studies he as regarded as a fool for studying the ancient beings. In the midst of his studies of his homeworld, Az married and had a daughter. His studies slowed after he started his family, and he was uanble to travel as much. Both his wife and daughter served in the military, and he unfortunately lost both of them to a war and was left alone.
It was then that Az decided to take what he had and leave his homeworld behind and study what the rest of the universe had to offer in the way of his studies. While traveling, Az was unable to receive any sort of funding for his studies because he refused to join with either of the governmental systems or guilds because he felt they would restrict his studies too much to be worth the funding. So naturally, Az gravitated toward smuggling parties that would allow him the freedom he wished. The drawback to this, however, was that he would at time have to find them valuable artifacts to sell. Fortunately, Az was able to keep the artifacts he needed for his specific studies and find them other valueables. Az eventually had a falling out with the crew when he thought they were hindering his research by making him find more valuables for them to profit off of than allowing him to go about his studies. Az left the crew behind in search of another one that would offer him more freedom. That was when he found the Nova Dawn and her crew. He has been with them for almost a year now.
Personality: Az speaks very bluntly and doesn’t often put his words through a filter before speaking. This had led to people generally thinking he’s insulting or rude. When he sees he has offended someone, he usually decides to steer clear of them because he knows they are not the sort of people he will get along with and will be unable to really speak with them. He is also dedicated to his area of study and has been labeled as a “workaholic” on many occasions. Not surprising then, he is rarely seen outside of his work space, especially when he believes he is on the verge of discovering some new part of the puzzle he has dedicated most of his life to.
Race:
The Avaryn are a species take on the appearance of different birds but only have feather on their head in place of hair. Avaryns hit sexual maturity around 20 Universal Standard Years and live up to around 120 Universal Standard Years. At this point, the Avaryn reach their full height, the tallest reaching around 5'10" in height, and are done growing physically. The Avaryn have three talone digits on their hands and feet, the middle of which is the longest. Avaryns have a very lithe frame due to their bones being less dense than those of humans. Because of this, however, the Avaryn are known to move much faster than humans but are less durable, which they compensate for with heavily shielded armor for their warriors. They cannot make the armor heavier than average, so they have high-strength individual personal shielding built into their armor.
In Avaryn society the females are more prominent, similar to how males usually are in human society, taking on roles of power such as in politics, military, etc. The males usually involve themselves with more passive professions like science, medicine, etc. That’s not to say males in Avaryn society don’t join the military or rise to power or that females never become doctors or scientists. The Avaryn military is known for its long range and espionage-based fighters. They are also known for their more defensive approach to military technology, preferring to research more into protecting their troops than they do in harming opposing armies. Their technology is a blend of the magical and mechanical. Most of their technology is powered by the primal force that surrounds all living beings. In particular, their armor with personal shielding uses a dual purpose power amplifier/generator to project a shield around the individual. The runes carved into the power source of the shield draws in primal energy from the world around them and then amplifies the output to form the shield. This is how much of their power sources function. Much their military technolgoy is powered through Arcana, though. Their weaponry is made to absorb the magical forces around them like their shielding and then release energy in the form of different spells.
Age: 63 Universal Standard Years
Gender: Male
Appearance: Az stands at 5’7” with the lithe frame common to his people. Az most closely resembles a horned owl with dark coppery feathers across his head. He usually wears a chest piece with the personal shielding technology from his homeworld as a precaution as he travels. In addition to his armored chest piece, Az usually wears a long robe of dark maroon over his clothes. Over his eyes, he wears a holo visor similar in appearance to glasses, but with holographic screens in place of the lenses that provide him with better sight, a Heads Up Display, and various readings and information from the world aorund him and are linked to his personal terminal. As another precaution, Az carries a pistol on his belt. This pistol is Avaryn tech and is able to harness different sorts of magical energy and dispel various kinds of blasts depending on the energy absorbed.
Homeworld: Airys
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Role: Archaeologist/Navigator
Skills: Az is a skilled navigator and archaeologist. He has studied the Astral Gates and various relics from different societies around that time to see different sides of the puzzle. Because of his studies, he has naturally picked up how to navigate the Void, mostly from studying how older voyagers would do it. Along with his archaeological and navigation studies, Az has delved into the magical arts. He is most proficient with Psionics, as his race is born with basic Psionic abilities, but he has also studied the branch of Arcana. He utilizes his magic mostly through his pistol by absorbing different sorts of energy into the instrument and then firing the output from the pistol as different kinds of spells, but he is also able to perform basic “utility” spells without his pistol.
History: Az fell into line with the typical gender roles of his species and chose the path of an academic. He decided to study the Astral Gates left behind by the gods, having always been intrigued by puzzles and the past, being a firm believer in the people of the present being able to learn from the past should they actually choose to listen. Once he finished his formal education in his chosen area of study, Az decided to delve as deep as he could into the mysteries left behind by the gods by beginning with the relics left behind on his homeworld, and throughouthis studies he as regarded as a fool for studying the ancient beings. In the midst of his studies of his homeworld, Az married and had a daughter. His studies slowed after he started his family, and he was uanble to travel as much. Both his wife and daughter served in the military, and he unfortunately lost both of them to a war and was left alone.
It was then that Az decided to take what he had and leave his homeworld behind and study what the rest of the universe had to offer in the way of his studies. While traveling, Az was unable to receive any sort of funding for his studies because he refused to join with either of the governmental systems or guilds because he felt they would restrict his studies too much to be worth the funding. So naturally, Az gravitated toward smuggling parties that would allow him the freedom he wished. The drawback to this, however, was that he would at time have to find them valuable artifacts to sell. Fortunately, Az was able to keep the artifacts he needed for his specific studies and find them other valueables. Az eventually had a falling out with the crew when he thought they were hindering his research by making him find more valuables for them to profit off of than allowing him to go about his studies. Az left the crew behind in search of another one that would offer him more freedom. That was when he found the Nova Dawn and her crew. He has been with them for almost a year now.
Personality: Az speaks very bluntly and doesn’t often put his words through a filter before speaking. This had led to people generally thinking he’s insulting or rude. When he sees he has offended someone, he usually decides to steer clear of them because he knows they are not the sort of people he will get along with and will be unable to really speak with them. He is also dedicated to his area of study and has been labeled as a “workaholic” on many occasions. Not surprising then, he is rarely seen outside of his work space, especially when he believes he is on the verge of discovering some new part of the puzzle he has dedicated most of his life to.
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Name: Quintus Quintillion (HERO OF THE GAMMA QUADRANT!!!)
Race:
The Wayfarers are an ancient spacefaring people and are synonymous with The Cartographer's College. Their origins are shrouded in myth, but it is commonly accepted that the species left their home planet early on, whether for survival reasons or a religious exodus isn't clear; but they spent the next millennia in search of a prophesied planet said to be at the centre of the universe. The Wayfarers traversed the galaxy in great fleets, systematically mapping everywhere they went in search of their promised land. Eventually they found a planet they dubbed 'Euclidea' whose co-ordinates held special religious significance to the Wayfarers and made it their new home.
Even though the Wayfarers had settled onto a permanent home exploration had become a part of their culture, religion and even their evolution so after setting up great archive's on their new home planet their continued their constant and rigorous mapping out of the galaxy. Eventually after a union between the two biggest rival factions of the Wayfarers formed the Cartographer's College which became a backbone of galactic trade and conquest pioneering new void-maps and keep old ones updated and even become one of 'The Nine'.
Even though the Wayfarers had settled onto a permanent home exploration had become a part of their culture, religion and even their evolution so after setting up great archive's on their new home planet their continued their constant and rigorous mapping out of the galaxy. Eventually after a union between the two biggest rival factions of the Wayfarers formed the Cartographer's College which became a backbone of galactic trade and conquest pioneering new void-maps and keep old ones updated and even become one of 'The Nine'.
Age: 87 (about middle aged)
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Wayfarers are short of stature (around 5'4), slight of build and have a pale grey complexion with larger eyes but otherwise are very similar to regular humans. Quintus has tattoos about him, each one designating a sector of the galaxy that he personally mapped out.
Atop his head Quintus wears a large distinctively bulbous helmet which allows him to view the world a little differently, specifically it shows the different energy levels all about him, useful in conjunction with his sword. Also it protects his head. Underneath that he has a youngish face with purple eyes and an unruly mock of black hair.
Homeworld:
Adopted home of the Wayfarers and store of the great archives of the Cartographer's College, Euclidia is known by another name: The Hidden Planet. The Cartographers College leaves it off all maps they distribute and go to great lengths to suppress any knowledge of it's location, as well as for self-preservation they do this because they see it as a sacred utopia that their race searched the galaxy for millennia to find. However the few outsiders that have been their speak of how it is a really an arid, rocky planet with the Wayfarer's having to resort to using bio-domes in order to harvest any crops.
Set in the centre of a binary star-system Euclidea appears not to move, caught between the gravity of the two surrounding stars, meaning it is also a planet of perpetual sunlight. The planets galactic coordinates hold great religious significance to the inhabiting Wayfarer's and it is the home of the ancient Cartographer's College. Life on Euclidea is decadent and steeped in tradition, each young Wayfarer must routinely set off to map the galaxy as part of various coming of age traditions and the store and upkeep of maps is treated sacredly.
Set in the centre of a binary star-system Euclidea appears not to move, caught between the gravity of the two surrounding stars, meaning it is also a planet of perpetual sunlight. The planets galactic coordinates hold great religious significance to the inhabiting Wayfarer's and it is the home of the ancient Cartographer's College. Life on Euclidea is decadent and steeped in tradition, each young Wayfarer must routinely set off to map the galaxy as part of various coming of age traditions and the store and upkeep of maps is treated sacredly.
Alignment: Lawful/Evil
Role: Merchant
Skills:
Decades of travel, smuggling operations and dealing cartography under-the-table have made Quintus Quintillion very savvy when it comes to black-markets and he has a seemingly inexhaustible list of contacts right across the galaxy to fence to, some of which don't even want him dead.
Like most Wayfarers, Quintus is a dab-hand at languages and cultures, fluent in several dialects and a quick-learner to knew ones.
In combat Quint's main weapon is his guile and cunning, he'll always prefer to outwit his opponents rather than fight them head on. But his actual weapon is a nameless sword he conned out of a group of treasure hunters. Unknown to Quint the blade is imbued with a divine magic from a trickster god allowing the wielder limited entropy manipulation. Practically though this means it can generate ice and wear down nearby power sources.
Like most Wayfarers, Quintus is a dab-hand at languages and cultures, fluent in several dialects and a quick-learner to knew ones.
In combat Quint's main weapon is his guile and cunning, he'll always prefer to outwit his opponents rather than fight them head on. But his actual weapon is a nameless sword he conned out of a group of treasure hunters. Unknown to Quint the blade is imbued with a divine magic from a trickster god allowing the wielder limited entropy manipulation. Practically though this means it can generate ice and wear down nearby power sources.
History:
Quintus Quintillion always held the unshakeable belief that rules generally applied to other people. Like most Wayfarers he was born on Euclidea and taken from a young age to be inducted into the illustrious Cartographer's College where he was raised and educated to be an intergalactic-cartographer. Throughout his life he was sent traversing the cosmos on various pilgrimages to bring back more details for the great galactic MAP back on Euclidea. But unlike most Wayfarers, Quintus was never content.
Chance, fate, luck, whatever you might call it, Quint's life changed on one fateful venture. While mapping a small ice-moon he stumbled across a group of illegal archeologists excavating beneath the surface. Protocol of the Cartographer's College is either non-intervention, or to notify local authorities; Quintus did neither. Instead he opted to hail the group with a fake Arc Luminous military signal. It had the desired effect of sending the skittish treasure hunters off-world before you could say '12 years in max security'.
Quintus wasted no time at all in investigating what turned out to be a sort of underground ice-temple dedicated to some forgotten god. Barren except for one object, an ancient sword that the young cartographer found himself inexplicably drawn to...
Something about that journey seemed to change Quint, while he always had a slight touch of thrill seeker to him, now he seemed to compulsively hunt risks, deliberately sowing tricks and chaos as he went. He was still self-serving and hedonistic but now their seemed almost a more purposeful edge to him. And the sword never seemed to leave his side.
On further travels Quintus found himself now drawn to various underworlds and criminal classes, though he viewed them with general disdain he was more than happy to relieve them of their credits. Travelling as a cartographer after all turned out to be the perfect guise for a smuggler.
A couple decades or so smuggling and conning though and one too many close shaves made Quintus realise that smuggling held too many risks. It was only when one of his clientele, realising he was a cartographer, offered him a handsome sum to remove a smuggler's moon from the Guild's records that Quintus discovered the lucrative and comparatively risk-free venture of map-altering.
Want your smuggling route taken off the grid? Got you covered. Your planet's name swapped with another to bring in trade? Not a problem. Discount maps that undercut the Guild? Quintus Quintillion is your man...And supposing that asteroid you had taken off the map, the one that was obviously a hiding place for ill-gotten gains, is stumbled upon by er, 'third parties', well that would just be too bad. Quintus was in it more for the fun than he was for the credits, all the while keeping strange sword near him at all times.
But then of course, he screwed up. It was a simple job, old map of an uninteresting minor arm of the galaxy, no one would notice it was missing. But holomaps all look the same, particularly when you're a bit hung-over. The Crux Tenebre had just reached a major settlement with the Cartographer's College, narrowly outbidding the Arc Luminous for the newly completed void maps of the expansive and life-teeming Gamma Quadrant. The deal was in it's final stages of completion, a mighty Crux fleet was poised for a war of conquest, meanwhile sat in a dingy bar glancing at a holoscreen Quintus Quintillion realised what a horrible mistake he had made.
All of a sudden he was one of the most wanted men in the galaxy, the Crux Tenebre and the Cartographer's College both wanted him dead, but in a strange twist of fate owing to everyone misreading his intentions, Quintus Quintillion was hailed as a hero in the Gamma Quadrant for single-handedly stopping a Crux armada. Recognising that last to be equally as dangerous as the former two, Quint felt it was time to make a run for it; signing up to join the first ship he came across which just so happened to be in need of a man with underground connections...
Chance, fate, luck, whatever you might call it, Quint's life changed on one fateful venture. While mapping a small ice-moon he stumbled across a group of illegal archeologists excavating beneath the surface. Protocol of the Cartographer's College is either non-intervention, or to notify local authorities; Quintus did neither. Instead he opted to hail the group with a fake Arc Luminous military signal. It had the desired effect of sending the skittish treasure hunters off-world before you could say '12 years in max security'.
Quintus wasted no time at all in investigating what turned out to be a sort of underground ice-temple dedicated to some forgotten god. Barren except for one object, an ancient sword that the young cartographer found himself inexplicably drawn to...
Something about that journey seemed to change Quint, while he always had a slight touch of thrill seeker to him, now he seemed to compulsively hunt risks, deliberately sowing tricks and chaos as he went. He was still self-serving and hedonistic but now their seemed almost a more purposeful edge to him. And the sword never seemed to leave his side.
On further travels Quintus found himself now drawn to various underworlds and criminal classes, though he viewed them with general disdain he was more than happy to relieve them of their credits. Travelling as a cartographer after all turned out to be the perfect guise for a smuggler.
A couple decades or so smuggling and conning though and one too many close shaves made Quintus realise that smuggling held too many risks. It was only when one of his clientele, realising he was a cartographer, offered him a handsome sum to remove a smuggler's moon from the Guild's records that Quintus discovered the lucrative and comparatively risk-free venture of map-altering.
Want your smuggling route taken off the grid? Got you covered. Your planet's name swapped with another to bring in trade? Not a problem. Discount maps that undercut the Guild? Quintus Quintillion is your man...And supposing that asteroid you had taken off the map, the one that was obviously a hiding place for ill-gotten gains, is stumbled upon by er, 'third parties', well that would just be too bad. Quintus was in it more for the fun than he was for the credits, all the while keeping strange sword near him at all times.
But then of course, he screwed up. It was a simple job, old map of an uninteresting minor arm of the galaxy, no one would notice it was missing. But holomaps all look the same, particularly when you're a bit hung-over. The Crux Tenebre had just reached a major settlement with the Cartographer's College, narrowly outbidding the Arc Luminous for the newly completed void maps of the expansive and life-teeming Gamma Quadrant. The deal was in it's final stages of completion, a mighty Crux fleet was poised for a war of conquest, meanwhile sat in a dingy bar glancing at a holoscreen Quintus Quintillion realised what a horrible mistake he had made.
All of a sudden he was one of the most wanted men in the galaxy, the Crux Tenebre and the Cartographer's College both wanted him dead, but in a strange twist of fate owing to everyone misreading his intentions, Quintus Quintillion was hailed as a hero in the Gamma Quadrant for single-handedly stopping a Crux armada. Recognising that last to be equally as dangerous as the former two, Quint felt it was time to make a run for it; signing up to join the first ship he came across which just so happened to be in need of a man with underground connections...
Personality:
A rogue and a con-artist, Quintus Quintillion is the sort of man you should trust about as far as you can spit a rat, but a cornered rat can be quite a vicious thing. He is educated and charming, plying his silver tongue where he can, but beneath his seemingly eccentric, affable nature there is a darker, more calculated side to him.
Having a jittery nature, fast talking and acting. Quint is perhaps a gambler by nature, especially he likes working with low odds and high rewards. Always looking on to the next game, he just can't seem to help himself.
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Name: Ildaz Krek' Tel Jinturil
Race: An ancient and mighty race originating from the antediluvian world Tavam, the Kel' Daram inhabit a relatively desolate section of the void, now devoid of any other races of any kind. Virtually no information about about their culture, origins, or even biology exists outside of their section of the void, and even in that area, the information is vague at best.
Age: Considered to be among the venerable of the Ja' Turahn, Ildaz is 612 USY
Gender: Male
Appearance: Ildaz stands at an average height for his race, around 6 and a half feet tall, though he seems to shift stances occasionally making him appear somewhat shorter and occasionally even taller. His skin is a dark grey, lightening around the inside of his hands and around his eyes, his black uncut hair is bound into thick, ritual braids trailing down from his head. Ildaz's body is typical of the Kel' Daram in that he is more slender than stocky, yet his musculature is incredibly well defined, born of centuries of strict exercises. He wears a simple loincloth underneath his virtually ever-present armour. His eyes are a brilliantly glowing blue, excepting only for what would be recognized as pupils, a faintly swirling nexus of generally subdued colors. While Kel' Daram do possess a mouth it is devoid of the more intricate musculature that most other races sport and is virtually devoid of emotion, the task of expression is left to the eyes which have an abnormally complex series of muscles bound to them and have an incredible amount of possible directions and positions it can be molded into, only complemented by the colors of his pupils which change based on his current disposition.
(Contrary to the picture below, Kel' Daram have both mouths and forward facing knee joints)
Equipment: Ildaz carries very few possessions about the ship, the crew having only seen his armour and weaponry, such as it is.
-Phase-Forged Acolyte Armour: A relatively subdued style of Kel' Daram armour, it lacks many of the the sweeping designs of the more common formats, it was smithed within the Psionic-powered forges of Lenterev, designed to resist damage not only by physical and thermal sources, but mystical forces as well, providing a modicum of protection against a majority of opponents.
-Psi-Bound Vambraces: A pair of somewhat bulky bracers secured to Ildaz's forearms, focusing his Psionic energy into the vambraces produces formidable Psiblades to erupt forth, these blades naturally posses the capability to cut nearly all mundane materials and can greatly damage mystical or energy based creations as well. These blades are directly controlled by Ildaz's mind and can me modified exactly to his wishes, whether he wants them to be a different shape or whether he wants to nullify it's damaging properties and only transfer physical force instead.
-Mysterious Crystal: Ildaz has been seen to carry a perfectly symmetrical prism of crystal around, matching the kinds found on his armour's chestplate, vambraces and rarely seen helm.
Homeworld: Born among the glorious spires of Hanuril on Tavam
Alignment: The entirety of the Kel' Daram race has a resoundingly strong alignment to Lawful Good and it seems to most, if not all, that Ildaz fits into the same vein.
Role: Chief Engineer/Quartermaster
Skills: Physically, Ildaz has displayed a consistent and unrelenting sense of endurance to the crew, from holding completely motionless in an obviously taxing meditation position for hours, to never seeming to rest before or after any particular action he takes part in. He also has shown to have incredible flexibility and reflexes, able to twist and flow around obstacles and dangers both in and out of combat. In close combat he displays a sense of intelligence and efficient competency more than anything else, for Ildaz does not possess a master's skill with the blades and his greatest tool is his mind, in all things. Ildaz possesses an impressive array of Psionic techniques, from intricate telekinesis, to casting basic Psionic charges. He has shown skill at using the Kel' Daram form of Questing, a Psionic technique meant to seek out entities, forces, or anything in-between, ranging from across the ship to across a planet. Ildaz is finely attuned to the flux of the Void like most other Sages of the Ja' Turahn and can feel it's ebb and flow as if it were his own blood and breath. It is his connection to the void, mixed with a natural curiosity to understand things that has lead to his greatest talent, Voidship Engineering. Ildaz has the uncanny ability to know exactly what is wrong with most forms of older and more archaic vessels, and contains a vast wealth of knowledge on ways to both correct problems and most importantly prevent new problems from occurring, a relatively rare skill among the Void.
History: While Ildaz is not particularly secretive about his past, he isn't very forthcoming either. However, the crew has managed to accumulated a reasonable amount of information over the twenty years he has been aboard the Nova Dawn.
The earliest recollections that could be pried out of Ildaz's history start during his time as a Taredal, having just been initiated into the caste of warriors and swelling with pride at having so easily manifested his Psiblades. Going through all of the intensive training and condition that goes with being a part of the Taredal for nearly a hundred years before undergoing his first battle. The last of a long series of full titled engagements against a race called the Firokii, it was a quick and vicious battle, the Kel' Daram slaughtered the few remaining Firokii defenders and the remainder of their people fled their section of the void. The young Ildaz was swell with pride once again at having managed to perform admirably during the engagment. He remained in the Taredal cast for another hundred and twenty years or so, practicing his skills at arms as well as discovering his burgeoning Psionic strength. Immediately before he was going to beseech his elders for entry into the Velderi, His race launched into war again, this time against a race that none of his comrades even bothered to learn the name of, the only titles that mattered were, Murderers and Heretics, a ship from their home planet landed on a newly established monastery of the Kel' Daram and killed all who resided there and stole all the artifacts they could find, bringing it back to their planet. The full might of the Ascended Armada descended upon their worlds, burning all but their homeworld to ash, and it was upon their homeworld that Ildaz fought, alongside his many comrades he charged into the fray, watching several of them fall by the end of the day. It wasn't even a full twenty-four hours from when the monastery was attacked, to the point at which nearly a whole race ceased to exist, and the Kel' Daram returned to their homes, content that justice had been satisfied.
For the next two-hundred years Ildaz honed his mind and soul to his full potential, going through rigorous Psionic training among the Velderi. He showed a consistent prowess at understanding and manipulating Voidcraft technology and after several decades of intricate practice and experimentation, Ildaz was permitted to join a group of Sages in constructing a Galderin-class Voidship, the equivalent of a patrol craft. It was the proudest moment of his life when the vessel finally lifted from the Phasespires and it's engine matrix held steady. Throughout the construction of the voidship, Iladaz displayed an understanding far beyond that of a novice and detected many impurities and flaws long before many of the other Velderi noticed themselves. Recognizing his prowess with voidcraft, many of the venerable sages gifted him with their knowledge and tutelage augmenting his skills into becoming truly prodigious.
Ildaz rarely goes into detail about much of his life but tends to speak about the battles he's been a part of with a mixture of both pride and some other unknown emotion, verging almost on regret. He doesn't say much about why he came to the Nova Dawn, other than the fact that he approached the Captain about employment at a Voidport roughly twenty years ago, incredibly far from his homeworld.
Personality: Ildaz exudes a sense of understanding, whether it be of someone's untold past or an unexplained phenomenon. He comports himself with a learned disposition and has a tendency to seem as if he is unaware of his surroundings do to his lack responsiveness when working on something or meditating, but has an incredibly keen focus when talking directly with someone or addressing a group. His mannerisms are intricate and subtle and seems to be unable to become offended in natural conversation and actions. He has an almost haughty manner when dealing with strangers and new-comers and is almost completely dismissive of artificial life forms and lesser animals. He shows an absolute ruthlessness in combat and can swing from having an easy conversation to dead silence to engage in vicious combat instantly and will return back again to the conversing immediately after to continue the same conversation, seeming to have never been interrupted. Ildaz holds to a strict sense of honesty when dealing with anyone or anything, he never makes his intentions or opinions hidden.
Other: Protoss? What are those? I've never heard of them before in my entire li-*cough*(En taro Tassadar!)*cough*
Race: An ancient and mighty race originating from the antediluvian world Tavam, the Kel' Daram inhabit a relatively desolate section of the void, now devoid of any other races of any kind. Virtually no information about about their culture, origins, or even biology exists outside of their section of the void, and even in that area, the information is vague at best.
The Kel' Daram have been separated into three distinct Clans since the beginning of recorded history, the Ja' Turahn, the Sakvarii , and the Iskavor.
The culture of the Kel' Daram is based upon a basic caste system.
The Kel' Daram have a mystifying biology and their supposedly natural development seems anything but natural.
The Ja' Turahn are considered to be the mystics and most scientific members of their culture and their higher castes and elite members of society are nearly all incredibly powerful sages with staggering Psionic strength and skill. They are the masters of Kel' Daram sorcery and they have several advanced crafts in which they specialize. They construct the mightiest of Voidships that the Kel' Daram utilize, the feared and coveted Voidspires, massive vessels that can be nearly as long as a moon and require thousands of years to construct. They are also known to be the ones that most often develop new technologies and Psionic techniques. They inhabit Tavam's second largest continent and have a population only somewhat smaller than the Sakavarii. The Ja' Turahn generally dress in a somber amber.
The Sakvarii are the epitome of a warrior society, their castes are determined almost entirely by an individual's skill at arms, producing unmatched warriors of unfathomable skill at the highest tiers of their clan. They are the most connected to the physical world among the Kel' Daram and have accordingly developed skills beyond those of direct combat. The Sakvarii produce practical machines to aid in construction and cultivation, and they develop the most deadly of land-based war constructs to aid in combat. They inhabit the largest continent of Tavam and possess the largest population of the three clans. They dress in brilliant hues of blue.
The Iskavor are by far the smallest clan among the Kel' Daram, they make their home on a continent much smaller than either of the other clans. While the other two clans have a history of regular, if minor, conflict and occasionally violent clashes, the Iskavor rarely get involved and usually managed to avoid hostile confrontation with either of the other clans. They are the most unique of the clans, they are the explorers of their culture, a role that very few Kel' Daram would find important or even interesting. They have also developed the feared technique of Voidstepping, a Psionic style that allows the user to become shrouded from sight and mind, and even allows masters of this skill to virtually teleport in short distances, remaining unseen the whole time. Some have even worked this ability into being able to shroud their entire voidship to avoid detection by other races during their explorations. They dress in a mixture of deep reds and purples.
The culture of the Kel' Daram is based upon a basic caste system.
The lowest and most numerous members of society are the Fuldara, the citizens, these are the members of Kel' Daram society who's Psionic skills are not great enough to fully manifest a Psiblade through the use of a vambrace. They fulfill the role of labourers and live peaceful lives, often mixing with Fuldara from the other clans without conflict.
The second most common portion of the Kel' Daram populous are the Taredal, the warriors, and it includes many different kinds of Kel' Daram and is referred to as the First Step of Ascension. The most common members of the Taredal are those who are able to ignite their Psiblades but can go no farther with their skills, and only among the Sakvarii can such a being continue further along in society. the rest of the members of the Taredal are young Kel' Daram who have only started to discover their potential and after some time and experience will ascend to the next step on the path.
The elite among society, this caste is the most diverse among the three clans. In each clan the Velderi refers to the prodigious Sages, Kel' Daram with massive Psionic strength, and among the Ja' Turahn those are the only members of the Velderi. Among the Sakvarii any Taredal is able to advance to this level if they are able to prove that their skill and prowess is formidable enough. The Iskavor hold the venerable of their society in high esteem and any Kel' Daram who lives long enough to be so considered gains access to this caste as well.
This is the final step on the Path of Ascension and it is the caste of rulers. They were previous members of the Velderi and in each of the clans they are determined differently. The Iskavor have each member of the Velderi vote to appoint them until they die, the Ja' Turahn hold trials of divinity to discover their rulers, and the Sakvarii determine this position by personal duels. There is no single ruler of the Kel' Daram or even of each of the clans, the members of each clans' different Ja 'Daram hold individual councils and in times of great need or peril they all come together to form the Council of Ascended to guide their whole race.
The Kel' Daram have a mystifying biology and their supposedly natural development seems anything but natural.
For the first twenty years of a Kel' Daram's life, the infant requires a steady supply of fruit from a particular tree to continue both physical and mental development, after it's infancy a young Kel' Daram will continue to require this fruit as well as water in a gradually lesser amount for the next thirty years. At then end of those fifty years the Kel' Daram will make a pilgrimage to the holiest sight of the Kel' Daram, The Tower of Astricaz, and when the Kel' Daram returns from this pilgrimage it has come of age, becoming a true adult, after which the Kel' Daram can still eat and digest food and drink, but it's body no longer requires it.
Age: Considered to be among the venerable of the Ja' Turahn, Ildaz is 612 USY
Gender: Male
Appearance: Ildaz stands at an average height for his race, around 6 and a half feet tall, though he seems to shift stances occasionally making him appear somewhat shorter and occasionally even taller. His skin is a dark grey, lightening around the inside of his hands and around his eyes, his black uncut hair is bound into thick, ritual braids trailing down from his head. Ildaz's body is typical of the Kel' Daram in that he is more slender than stocky, yet his musculature is incredibly well defined, born of centuries of strict exercises. He wears a simple loincloth underneath his virtually ever-present armour. His eyes are a brilliantly glowing blue, excepting only for what would be recognized as pupils, a faintly swirling nexus of generally subdued colors. While Kel' Daram do possess a mouth it is devoid of the more intricate musculature that most other races sport and is virtually devoid of emotion, the task of expression is left to the eyes which have an abnormally complex series of muscles bound to them and have an incredible amount of possible directions and positions it can be molded into, only complemented by the colors of his pupils which change based on his current disposition.
(Contrary to the picture below, Kel' Daram have both mouths and forward facing knee joints)
Equipment: Ildaz carries very few possessions about the ship, the crew having only seen his armour and weaponry, such as it is.
-Phase-Forged Acolyte Armour: A relatively subdued style of Kel' Daram armour, it lacks many of the the sweeping designs of the more common formats, it was smithed within the Psionic-powered forges of Lenterev, designed to resist damage not only by physical and thermal sources, but mystical forces as well, providing a modicum of protection against a majority of opponents.
-Psi-Bound Vambraces: A pair of somewhat bulky bracers secured to Ildaz's forearms, focusing his Psionic energy into the vambraces produces formidable Psiblades to erupt forth, these blades naturally posses the capability to cut nearly all mundane materials and can greatly damage mystical or energy based creations as well. These blades are directly controlled by Ildaz's mind and can me modified exactly to his wishes, whether he wants them to be a different shape or whether he wants to nullify it's damaging properties and only transfer physical force instead.
-Mysterious Crystal: Ildaz has been seen to carry a perfectly symmetrical prism of crystal around, matching the kinds found on his armour's chestplate, vambraces and rarely seen helm.
Homeworld: Born among the glorious spires of Hanuril on Tavam
Alignment: The entirety of the Kel' Daram race has a resoundingly strong alignment to Lawful Good and it seems to most, if not all, that Ildaz fits into the same vein.
Role: Chief Engineer/Quartermaster
Skills: Physically, Ildaz has displayed a consistent and unrelenting sense of endurance to the crew, from holding completely motionless in an obviously taxing meditation position for hours, to never seeming to rest before or after any particular action he takes part in. He also has shown to have incredible flexibility and reflexes, able to twist and flow around obstacles and dangers both in and out of combat. In close combat he displays a sense of intelligence and efficient competency more than anything else, for Ildaz does not possess a master's skill with the blades and his greatest tool is his mind, in all things. Ildaz possesses an impressive array of Psionic techniques, from intricate telekinesis, to casting basic Psionic charges. He has shown skill at using the Kel' Daram form of Questing, a Psionic technique meant to seek out entities, forces, or anything in-between, ranging from across the ship to across a planet. Ildaz is finely attuned to the flux of the Void like most other Sages of the Ja' Turahn and can feel it's ebb and flow as if it were his own blood and breath. It is his connection to the void, mixed with a natural curiosity to understand things that has lead to his greatest talent, Voidship Engineering. Ildaz has the uncanny ability to know exactly what is wrong with most forms of older and more archaic vessels, and contains a vast wealth of knowledge on ways to both correct problems and most importantly prevent new problems from occurring, a relatively rare skill among the Void.
History: While Ildaz is not particularly secretive about his past, he isn't very forthcoming either. However, the crew has managed to accumulated a reasonable amount of information over the twenty years he has been aboard the Nova Dawn.
The earliest recollections that could be pried out of Ildaz's history start during his time as a Taredal, having just been initiated into the caste of warriors and swelling with pride at having so easily manifested his Psiblades. Going through all of the intensive training and condition that goes with being a part of the Taredal for nearly a hundred years before undergoing his first battle. The last of a long series of full titled engagements against a race called the Firokii, it was a quick and vicious battle, the Kel' Daram slaughtered the few remaining Firokii defenders and the remainder of their people fled their section of the void. The young Ildaz was swell with pride once again at having managed to perform admirably during the engagment. He remained in the Taredal cast for another hundred and twenty years or so, practicing his skills at arms as well as discovering his burgeoning Psionic strength. Immediately before he was going to beseech his elders for entry into the Velderi, His race launched into war again, this time against a race that none of his comrades even bothered to learn the name of, the only titles that mattered were, Murderers and Heretics, a ship from their home planet landed on a newly established monastery of the Kel' Daram and killed all who resided there and stole all the artifacts they could find, bringing it back to their planet. The full might of the Ascended Armada descended upon their worlds, burning all but their homeworld to ash, and it was upon their homeworld that Ildaz fought, alongside his many comrades he charged into the fray, watching several of them fall by the end of the day. It wasn't even a full twenty-four hours from when the monastery was attacked, to the point at which nearly a whole race ceased to exist, and the Kel' Daram returned to their homes, content that justice had been satisfied.
For the next two-hundred years Ildaz honed his mind and soul to his full potential, going through rigorous Psionic training among the Velderi. He showed a consistent prowess at understanding and manipulating Voidcraft technology and after several decades of intricate practice and experimentation, Ildaz was permitted to join a group of Sages in constructing a Galderin-class Voidship, the equivalent of a patrol craft. It was the proudest moment of his life when the vessel finally lifted from the Phasespires and it's engine matrix held steady. Throughout the construction of the voidship, Iladaz displayed an understanding far beyond that of a novice and detected many impurities and flaws long before many of the other Velderi noticed themselves. Recognizing his prowess with voidcraft, many of the venerable sages gifted him with their knowledge and tutelage augmenting his skills into becoming truly prodigious.
Ildaz rarely goes into detail about much of his life but tends to speak about the battles he's been a part of with a mixture of both pride and some other unknown emotion, verging almost on regret. He doesn't say much about why he came to the Nova Dawn, other than the fact that he approached the Captain about employment at a Voidport roughly twenty years ago, incredibly far from his homeworld.
Personality: Ildaz exudes a sense of understanding, whether it be of someone's untold past or an unexplained phenomenon. He comports himself with a learned disposition and has a tendency to seem as if he is unaware of his surroundings do to his lack responsiveness when working on something or meditating, but has an incredibly keen focus when talking directly with someone or addressing a group. His mannerisms are intricate and subtle and seems to be unable to become offended in natural conversation and actions. He has an almost haughty manner when dealing with strangers and new-comers and is almost completely dismissive of artificial life forms and lesser animals. He shows an absolute ruthlessness in combat and can swing from having an easy conversation to dead silence to engage in vicious combat instantly and will return back again to the conversing immediately after to continue the same conversation, seeming to have never been interrupted. Ildaz holds to a strict sense of honesty when dealing with anyone or anything, he never makes his intentions or opinions hidden.
Other: Protoss? What are those? I've never heard of them before in my entire li-*cough*(En taro Tassadar!)*cough*
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