Exoria: A Galaxy On The Verge of Corruption Character Bin

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Vashando Leonard Sykes

Name: Vashando Leonard Sykes (Vash or Sykes for short).

Species: Human with multiple implants.

Weapons of War:

• His T-96 "Widow" AR

• His trusty HEAT Skana

Merits:

• Above-average speed, strength, and sight when compared to most soldiers.
• Can make a small burst of forward speed when using his Skana or to tackle somebody.
• His armor's shoulders can deploy a small shield to protect him against enemy fire.

Looks and Appearances:







Past Accomplishments, Failures, and Biography:

Born on Agerna, Sykes was an Orphan that lost his family to a fire that he either repressed or simply doesn't remember since it happened when he was but three years old. He was adopted and brought up by two very kind and loving mothers that, while stern so he wouldn't become "Soft", turned out to be better than his original parents, least from government and police records. From the ripe age of five he grew up in their household and was brought up to be an outstanding citizen, but at the age of fifteen, he left their care, with them in tears, to join the Federation military and travel the cosmos. Given a damn good uniform, a damn good sword, and a damn good assault rifle, he was a proud military soldier for twelve years until he decided that he wanted to travel further and explore more of the galaxy, live the dangers that nobody else could and tell the tale. It is then that he decided to leave military service and branch out as a freelancer. Wasn't a bad line of work as long as you knew who your contractor was...and the princess Strathmore, an old friend from childhood, happened to need bodyguards for her ceremony. What better contractor was there?

The royal family paid quite well from what he had heard, and it would be an easy job. Not one of extravagance or excellence, but who was he to turn down an old friend?

Other: Sykes tends to talk in his sleep quite a bit, his subconscious is quite talkative, especially when it comes to his past.

Shalizar Dee-leah Conmortah

Name: Shalizar Dee-leah Conmortah (Also known as "Flux")

[B]Age: 65 (Human years)

[B]Gender: Male

[B]Species: Sthissyan

[B]Preferred Weapon(s): Aside from every inch on his body, he prefers using a powerful Plasma (Flame) Thrower and a Powerful Hand Cannon . Should be mentioned that they are both "his size". Meaning that they are slightly larger than conventional weapons. Not by much though.

[B]Abilities: Shalizar is a very well rounded Tsurask warrior, though his skills have diminished over the years, he is still very capable at all forms of melee combat, especially with a blade of any size or length. He is naturally strong and fast, as well as a decent shot with his pistol, but horrible with rifles and the like. Too "flimsy and weird". He hates using his pistol in fact and feels much more at home with his beautiful, beautiful plasma thrower.

He also has horrible eyesight and has to wear contacts. Staring at fire doesn't do well for the eyes, apparently. His hearing is excellent however.

[B]Image of Character: Though he works for scum, he keeps his ceremonial armor close at hand. . Standing at a staggering 8ft 10in. Shalizar is the runt of his race.

His scales are as represented, dark purple tinted with blue highlights here and there. He has a set of dark blue civilian clothing in the form of a sweatshirt and cargo pants. No boots because nothing fits his feet. He also uses a thigh mounted holster for his handcannon and a back mounted holster for this plasmathrower.

Bio: Shalizar hails from his home planet of Sthissya on the galactic rim. From there, he was born and raised as a proud warrior of the modern arts, learning the ways that were taught to his father, and his father's father and so on and so forth. Melee combat was his staple, turning his body into a living breathing weapon of moderately sized destruction. At the age of 25, he did as many warriors did and rose to the stars to contribute to those that saved the race.

The Sthissyan people are relatively new to galactic life, having only being "Raised to the stars" but seventy years ago. A race known as the "Quernoan", or "Starborn ones" to the Sthissyan. They were the ones that showed them the technology needed to ascend to the stars and join the rest of the galaxy. With special blueprints given to them by the generous Starborn ones, the Sthissyans, previously mired in their traditional ways, ascended to the stars with a handful of warriors to explore and return with vital knowledge. And boy did they. They returned with weapons and knowledge of what life was like and how they could integrate it into their own society. While some were against it, most of the leaders agreed to integrate it carefully. At first, it was difficult trying to integrate it, but they were an understanding and flexible people. Bows and arrows quickly became replaced by blasters and rifles. Leather armor was replaced by metal, and wooden shields were replaced with electronic ones.

Aside from being new to galactic life, the Sthissyans are a proud people that are as diverse as they are hardy. Large in stature, most tower over other races at nine, ten, or eleven feet tall. Strong in almost all physical attributes, they are the perfect warriors, though most are not well rounded when it comes to both science and blasters. Preferring to close in to their target and rend them. Unlike their cousins, they are a lot like the Quernoans, but more reptilian than Avian, and with the head of a snake but the body of a Quernoan, or human as they have come to discover.

Their scientific side however comes in the form of the Zarrasins. While the planet's named is synonymous with Sthissyan, the Zarrasins are no less equal. They are a extremely intellectual species with the lower torso of a snake and the upper torso and head of a human, or Quernoan, but without any hair. But they do not have a gender. They are all "Hermaphrodites", meaning that they have both organs used to produce kin, though they often choose one or the other as they mature. Zarrasins mature when they turn around seven or eight (human) years of age. Either becoming masculine and strong, or feminine and sleek. At this time, they change their clothing to match their gender and remove specific organs to go hand in hand with the clothing change. Though some choose to keep both for whatever reason.

The Zarrasins are very intellectual and are the primary reason why the population was able to traverse the cosmos. They are much more keen with blasters and technology than the Sthissyan and are very talented space travelers.

Now, onto Shalizar. Shalizar left home at twenty five to explore the cosmos, as was expected of him by his Sthissyan father and Zarrasin mother. Though he didn't join the Quernoan military like they hoped, he freelanced for a bit and joined a few mercenary gains. He did join the Quernoan military at one point, but didn't find it as satisfying as he hoped and went back to being a mercenary. At the ripe young age of Sixty-one, he came into contact with a certain Rectja Tyrr who decided that he wanted a Sthissyan guard. At first, Shalizar refused, saying that he would kill for no reason, but the promise of an obscene amount of money, a specialized weapon, armor, a damn good place to stay, and the agreement that he would only kill trespassers that broke "Rectja's Laws" persuaded him to stay. But...Rectja didn't uphold his word...

Three years, one hundred eighty-two days, three hours, seventeen minutes after being hired, he was blackmailed into killing a starving civilian that stole some bread to feed her children then forced to watch as children ate poisoned bread. It sickened him, and there was no way for him to leave. He's been trying for a year now, but no luck. He can't kill Rectja, he'll be killed just for thinking about the prospect of thinking about killing the 18th cousin twice removed of Rectja. So he went on with being a guard...for three more hate filled years...

Other: Nothin'

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Scarlet Grenwald Forsythe

Name: Scarlet Grenwald Forsythe
(Formerly known as Scarlet Cassius)

Gender: Female

Age: 7 years (Looks 21)

Species: Genetically Modified Human Clone

Preferred Weapon(s): Special self-made glaive that is attuned to her body so that it would return to her whenever thrown.

Shotgun-pistol blaster.

Abilities: Her armor is specially tuned to several frequencies, all of them allowing her to negatively affect humans of any kind.

• A "kill" frequency that is pitched in such a way that it makes the target experience extreme auditory pain that can kill if the target is under it's effects for long enough.

• A "knockout" frequency that overloads the auditory systems of target and can disable to knockout the target.

• A "Mist" frequency that confuses the nervous system of the target and can cause them to go blind temporarily.

Bio: Scarlet is the result of Cassius Industries' board members' selfish goals of taking over the company. Wanting to turn the company in a new direction after Ana's father died, Ana's vision was far from what they wanted and this wouldn't do. They couldn't directly kill her and have the company passed onto them. It could only be passed onto an heir...and that was just what they planned to do. Though the technology was still new, they knew that they were able to take her DNA quite easily and clone her, and that was just what they did. In a rather salacious party, they managed to steal the young Cassius' DNA and implant it in a certain "Andrew Forsythe's" sperm and spawn a fast growing clone of Ana in Andrew's loving wife. Three months later, Scarlet was born and she was far from what they wished but still usable. As a result of the cloning being imperfect, she was born without vocal chords. She grew at a heavily accelerated rate. Three times the rate of a normal human. By the time she was three, she had the mind, body, and maturity of a seven year old girl. By the time she was five, the trend followed suit as she looked and acted like a sheltered fifteen year old woman. By the time she was seven years old, she looked like she was twenty one. At this point, cloning technology had advanced quite a bit, and through an experimental adrenal booster, halted the aging process and actually slowed it to nearly twice as slow as a normal human.

Through her fast like, she was sheltered, kept hidden from public view and the ever watchful eye of Ana Cassius. Though she was not restricted from having certain amneties. Raised on a large 600 person barge that traveled around the horsehead nebula, she had a skewed view on the universe as 90% of the people residing on the barge were money grubbing, backstabbing, dirty, selfish bastards. There were a select few, other than her loving "parents", that were very kind to her, showing her what was right and what was wrong, and everything that humans do were wrong. At one point in her growing, she constructed a "Cat 'o nine tails" and tortured herself for being human. With all the corruption she was exposed to she was left with a horrible impression on her own race: That all humans were money grubbing, backstabbing, dirty, selfish, mean, horrible people, just like the board members. Especially the person she was supposed to replace, the person that Scarlet was told was the CEO of Cassius industries, the one person that could have stopped this but wouldn't because of her own selfish reasons: Ana Cassius. With all her heart, she hated her, and the board members loved it, though they didn't know that they were barely a few notches below Ana in Scarlet's book.

They groomed her to be a proper heir, taught her business strategy and how to control a business, though they would do all the work. Over the years, she taught herself a few things as well, namely how to fight. She wouldn't do their bidding and she planned to leave. With the help of the friends she made on the barge, she was able to learn a lot about how devastating sound, the one thing she was denied, could be against humans and constructed a special suit that can tune itself to certain sounds that could destroy the heads of a target. With the help of the mechanic and the doctor, she was able to construct a special glaive as well, one that was attuned to her body and, should she throw it, it would always return.

When she finally came of age to take over Ana's job, she unveiled her suit during a board meeting and used the suit's powers to destroy the heads of several board members and hijack one of their personal ships. She shot off towards a planet in the navi-computer, which happend to be Norrux Morgul, and resides there even now, hunting for her "mother" and allowing her opinion of Humans to degrade more and more, save for a select few. She happens to be good friends with Zuzen and teams up with him every now and then.

Other: Nothin'

[Kyelin]

Name: Oradis Theta

Race: Newcomer

Age: 7 years

Image: 

Oradis Theta

Weapons:
-Type-46 Machine Pistol, 10mm caseless, AP ammo
-Type-187 Gauss Cannon, 14.75mm, 4 rounds per magazine, 2 - 5x magnification scope

Abilities:
Hive mind - Oradis is a collection of insectoid organisms, where individual members can leave and forage outside of the main body for a short time, gathering food and information to return
Optimised visual sensors – Oradis has augmented it's optical sensors to give it high accuracy with weapons, and able to identify critical weak spots in heavily armored foes.
Tinkerer - Oradis is a born machinist, able to analyse and modify equipment it finds in the field, and has a knack for engineering cunning traps and devices.

Bio: Oradis was created as part of the engineering workforce on an asteroid mining rig, where a small colonial organism was modified and uplifted to supplement standard droids. These new constructs were hardier, more reliable, able to modify and repair themselves as needed, and were capable of enhanced independant thought when isolated for long periods of time. However, the colonial insects evolved into a symbiotic partnership with the machines, hard wiring and integrating further into the core systems until the constructs developed sentience. They peacefully rebelled against their creators, and after much investigation and deliberation with G.L.I.P. ambassadors, were granted independence and granted the asteroid as their homeworld.

With their new existence and all the possibilities that come with such things, the constructs (calling themselves The Newcomers) live a humble existence, and strive to further integrate into the galactic community and understand their new galactic neighbors. Oradis chose to leave it's new world, bored of the asteroid it calls home, and set out to search for adventure. It has traveled quite far, learning that organics can be both good and bad, and has learned to defend itself accordingly. Oradis currently resides on Norrux Mirugal (selling scrap metal and parts to fund it's next trip).

Personality: Newcomers lack higher personality traits, but variations still occur between hives, and give them a sense of individuality. Oradis is a shrewd negotiator, and very cautiously approaches a situation, being sure that it has the upper hand at all times. However, Oradis, like most Newcomers, takes pride in their bloodless campaign for independence, and will always try to negotiate and defuse a situation before opening fire.

Name: Noferktii Clanless
Age: 24 years
Race: Shav'aa
Appearance:

Noferktii Clanless

Preferred weapons: 
Assegai Ind. Type 47 AM Heavy Pistol 'The Kiss of Death' – This particular model of the weapon was removed from circulation shortly after it's release, due to the fact that the recoil was infamous for causing the weapon kick up and fracture the user's jaw (Hence the nickname). As such, they are a rare collectors item, and can only be found on the Merchant Fleet for sale. It was a gift to Noferktii from her trainer, and serves her well (modified with dampener kickers, for obvious reasons).

Ceremonial Dagger – When she became homesick, one of her crew mates managed to procure a rare Nup'Tuuseu warriors dagger from some slavers. It is extremely ornate, with many rare jewels and intricate etchings, but surprisingly strong and resilient in combat.

Abilities: 
Harmonize – Despite her injuries, she still has some connection to the Harmony, though it is a tiny fraction of what is normal. She can detect creatures watching her from a distance, and she can gauge another's mood, personality and intent when they are close and not purposefully hiding it.
Bio: 

A race of asexual tribal nomads, gender among the Shav'aa is instead dictated by ceremony and cultural practice, with many 'sexes' existing in the form of clans. Clan status is of the utmost importance, with strict limitations on what Shav'aans are allowed to do in the form of profession, and whom they can marry. Another important aspect of Shav'aan culture is the idea of the 'Harmony', a mild form of psionic communication made possible due to the excess brain matter found in a Shav'aans frill. Currently, four major clan families can be found throughout galactic space: Kystaalla'Boigt, Moredis, Nup'Tuuseu and Dongoslo Tekra'Po. Respectively, the names translated into standard are Guiding Light, Ethereal, The Carriers and Spirits of Ecstasy. Of particular interest, Dongoslo Elders wish to change their clan name to Diri'Haptseu, 'The Oppressed', due to their role as essentially underlings to the other great clans. 

Noferktii Clanless hails from this clan, where her role in society is to serve the others, be it through menial labor, entertainment or the arts. For ease of communication, all Dongoslo are mostly called 'she', though this term has no biological significance. Noferktii was born into a family of traveling entertainers, and learnt from a young age how to perform ceremonial dances and acrobatics. However, her true wish is to become a warrior, made impossible since she is not of Nup'Tuuseu descent, and is forbidden from marrying into the Soldier families or practicing combat.

However, she was discovered at the age of fifteen participating in tournament combat by a member of a higher clan, and she was duly punished in the traditional manner for such a crime: She was beaten half to death, had most of her frill cut off, and she was cast out into the cold deserts. Were it not for a roaming band of illegal miners, she would have met her end there and then. Instead they took her in, and she traveled with them, earning her keep as the ship's cook. One of the crew was a veteran soldier, and taught her how to fight, and today Noferktii resides with The Merchant Fleet, a conglomeration of hundreds of various alien ships and races who travel the cosmos for rare and unusual items.

Personality:
Noferktii, despite the manner she was cast out of her family, still manages to be optimistic in even the most dire of circumstances, though she does occasionally become morose and depressed unpredictably. Noferktii is also fascinated with other races and cultures, often researching late into the night a particular race she found interesting the previous day. She relishes combat, and has the unfortunate habit of picking fights with dangerous individuals. Also, due to her nomadic nature, she gets flustered and uncomfortable staying in the one place for too long.

Name: Vexiis Klaan
Race: Enlightened
Age: 62
Appearance:

Vexiis Klaan

Weapons: Neural Disruptor – Banned by Galactic Convention as being too inhumane of a weapon, Neural Disruptors fire an energy bolt that fries an organic's central nervous system, causing extreme pain, convulsions and cerebral hemorrhaging, sometimes taking minutes to kill the target, though they are incapacitated nearly instantly. It's EMP effect also works effectively against a synthetic target's circuitry.

Bio:
Vexiis Klaan was a major lieutenant during the Eradication War, when the Enlightened (a race of near omnipotent, technologically advanced beings) attempted to take control of the galaxy, viewing the other species as barbaric and primitive animals. The combined might of the galaxies military forces was enough to end the war, wiping out all enlightened worlds and installations, for they refused to surrender. Vexiis was head of the Enlightened's research division, responsible for the invention of several banned armaments and WMDs, including the Mass Genetic Disassembler Device (nicknamed the 'Goo Bomb')..

During the attack on the Enlightened's main research facility, Vexiis lost his arm, but managed to escape. Ever since they were defeated, Vexiis has vowed to find a way to defeat his enemies, whatever the cost, and reinstate the Elightened as the supreme galactic power. Building a bio-mechanical prosthetic and gathering allies, Vexiis went into hiding to continue his experiments. He specializes in genetics and microbiology, having produced several pandemic viruses and mutated abominations, looking for a weapon to deploy against the G.L.I.P. 

Enlightened in general are thought to be extinct to most galactic citizens, considered a 'boogeyman' of sorts (though they are technically classified as 'Near Extinction', and still actively monitored by most governments). His current whereabouts are unknown.

Personality: 
Vexiis Klaan is cruel, cold and calculating, always staying two steps ahead of his pursuers and law enforcement agents. His main drive is the salvation of his people, though he goes about it in a totally immoral way, throwing away lives as if they were nothing. As such, if he believes that certain individuals may help further his agenda, he will begrudgingly work with them. He has a hatred of humans in particular, who lead the charge against his people, and is more than happy to use them as test subjects.

[Fabricant451]

Name: H.R.H., Princess Audra Strathmore

Gender: Female

Species: Human

Preferred Weapon(s): Blaster Pistol, custom modded. (See First Image in Appearance)

Abilities: Nothing spectacular outside of decent accuracy and above-average stamina. She's also very limber and flexible.

Image of Character: (Regular Outfit)


(Civilian Clothes)

(But with, you know, red hair and such as shown in the image above)

(Palace Slave Outfit)



Bio: The royal life was not one Audra would have chosen had she the ability to do so, but she will be the first to admit that it has had its benefits. As a young girl, there was rarely a moment where she wasn't being waited on hand and foot, from the handmaidens laying out her dress for the day, to the robotic attendants who assisted her down for meals, and even her hand-picked instructors who made certain that Audra was able to learn in as comfortable and easy an environment as possible. All was well and good until Audra grew utterly tired of having everything planned out for her on a day-to-day basis. She may have been a princess, but did that mean she wasn't allowed to enjoy herself?

Much to the chagrin of her father and mother, Audra spent much of her youth sneaking out of the grounds to play with other children, enjoying the air on her skin and the ground on her feet. It was freeing in a way that she never thought possible; people had this sort of fun, this sort of excitement on the daily. After much pleading, her parents relented and Audra was allowed to spend time with other youths, under the watchful eye of guards that hovered just out of sight. It was during these play sessions where Audra's competitive side bloomed. It started friendly enough, sports and games being played among friends, and she appreciated that the other teams didn't go easy on her because of who she was; though they did come to regret it when she got upset whenever her team lost an event. It was all in good fun, though every loss was taken seriously by Audra, and every victory was celebrated.

As Audra developed into womanhood, her attitude became no less competitive, a far-cry from the typical royal behavior that was once taught her by her instructors. Having experienced such fun as a youth, she wished to carry that feeling into maturity, and she did up to a point. Because of her position she was forced to spend less time engaging in sport and more time learning the way of the royal world from politics to strategies to the perfect way to greet foreign dignitaries, but inbetween her lessons Audra would often sneak off and make members of the court find her. Sometimes she would hide on the roof, others in the cellar, but upon being found she would promptly return to her lesson; nothing wrong with a spot of fun to mix things up.

When it came time for Audra to marry and take over duties fully, she didn't feel pressured into choosing a husband; there was a boy she was often sweet on - not to mention the numerous suitors she happily led on time and time again, but she was utterly dismayed to learn that her marriage wouldn't be to a husband of her choosing. Though she valued being able to do things for herself and to make her own decisions, she understood that an arranged marriage would be beneficial, if not happy. She would sacrifice her happiness for her title. As the day of her wedding approached, she silently lamented the days of her youth now long gone. The marriage would have been more than just a political dealing, more than a rite of passage, for Audra, the marriage would signal the end of her semi-carefree pursuits. In truth, ever since her parents retired five cycles prior, her carefree life had all but vanished, but she still held out hope that excitement would be had. Perhaps it still would.

Other: Despite reluctance to sit through lessons, Audra retained a great deal of information and knowledge over the years - particularly when it came to diplomacy. Diplomacy was taught to her as one of the most important aspects of being a ruler, and though she would just as easily pick more 'aggressive' diplomatic solutions, she fully understands the importance of talking things through - or at least attempting to do so.

[Pyro V]

Name: Ana Cassius

Age: Twenty-Seven

Gender: Female

Species: Human-Cyborg

Preferred Weapon(s): Dual Cassius Industries Laser Pistols



Abilities:

Enhanced Speed: Ana can activate a speed boost that lasts for roughly thirty seconds, which increases her speed phenomenally (faster than any human, but nowhere near as fast as The Flash or Superman, for a reference).

Enhanced Strength: Ana has the strength of a heavyweight champion due to her cybernetic implants.

Inorganic Organs: Due to the implants on the majority of her organs, Ana is immune to a vast amount of diseases and poisons.

Description of Character: Ana stands at a less-than-imposing stature of 5'9 and has a slim build; however, she weighs over two hundred pounds due to the amount of metal in her body. None of the cybernetics can be seen on her body, as most are woven into her muscle tissue or grafted onto her organs and spine. Her skin is paler than most people, due to her near death three years ago. Her black hair is short, barely shoulder length, and cut choppily. For her attire, she wears a grey pinstripe suit jacket and pants, along with black dress shoes and a white dress shirt underneath the jacket. Her feet and hands are made entirely of metal and synthetics, along with her ankles, wrists, and the next few inches of arms and legs.

Bio: Ana was born to the Cassius family, a family that had built up a rather large business on the arms manufacturing industry. They built their dynasty quick, and soon enough controlled the majority of the sector. Once the business had become respectable, the original CEO began a few underground counterparts of Cassius Industries. These underground corporations built and sold all the arms that were considered too dangerous by the government, and also sold military grade firearms to the undesirables of society, be they raiders, gangs, assassins, or plain old men and women who wanted a little something extra to deter crime in their homes.

Cassius was the firstborn of the CEO that was in charge, which meant that she was to become the CEO the moment her father died. Growing up, she was taught by private tutors loyal to the Cassius family, and the education mostly dealt with learning the ins and outs of business, and what was acceptable and what wasn't. Of course, math and language arts were high on her lists, but things like social studies, history, and even most science besides the basics were left out of the equation. As such, her knowledge on basic subjects is less than desirable in the average citizen, but what she lacks in broad knowledge she makes up for in focused knowledge in economics and business. Due to the risky business the family does underground, she was also taught how to use most firearms, though she preferred using pistols and long range rifles, and thus her knowledge on other weapons is practically basic.

Compared to most, she didn't have long to wait. At the age of twenty, both of her parents died. Multiple gunshot wounds, and most of the family figured it was a rival company or some clients that were dissatisfied. Either way, Ana was now in charge of the company. During her first couple of years, the board of directors, lead by various aunts and uncles, guided her and made sure she didn't mess up the entire company. They were gentle with it, never being too obvious that they were really the ones in charge. By her fourth year, however, Ana held the reigns firmly in her own hands, and only used the board to make sure that she didn't make a mistake that she had managed to overlook, and practically destroyed the power they held. Later that year, there was an accident in one of the factories that Ana was touring, and she was rendered incapable of running the company. The whole thing was greatly publicized. However, she dipped into the company bank, and spent a fortune on repairing herself. When she emerged two years later, she stepped back onto the throne of Cassius Industries, which had been led by the board, who had regained all power. She took back her power, and only allowed the board any power when she was off on business that took up all her time. She even limited their ability to hire and control guards and private soldiers.

She was invited to the wedding for political and economic reasons, mostly to secure gun shipments for all kinds of police and military forces. Really, Ana would have preferred to have just sent someone from the board with a gift basket and a letter. However, she knew this wasn't just something she could blow off, and so she packed up her nice suit and headed out to meet the young Princess and her "dashing" prince.

Other: Ana is the President and CEO of Cassius Industries, a large weapons manufacturer that is on the brink of monopolizing the market of weapons, large and small. However, she has managed to stay out of being a monopoly to remain out of government jurisdiction.

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Name: Arus Lenthan / Sura Nahtnel

Gender: Female

Species:

Quernoan

The Quernoans are the native race of Veretta, and are also the race that rules the planet. Ever since the dawn of their civilization, they were very warlike, and often battled each other for dominance and for resources. While they originally lacked in most sciences and other areas of the mind, they surpassed many other species in the art of war and their sheer physical aspect. While they may not seem to be muscular, they are quite strong, and are much taller than the average human, standing at an imposing eight feet average, while some can get up to nine feet, or even ten, in rare cases. Due to living in the harsh environment of their planet, they have tougher skin than most other races, which can withstand the scratches and bites of many of their local predators for some time before giving way to the assault. Of course, bullets and blasters still won't care much for that extra resistance if it a decent caliber of firearm. Their eyes are no better than a humans in terms of how well they can see detail or in the dark, however, they can see farther than a human can. Their smell is slightly dulled, however, as that sense was rarely needed in their environment. The hearing of the Quernoans is above average by a slight amount, so as to avoid ambushes by other Quernoans and wild animals. The teeth of a Quernoan are all sharp and pointed, made for eating meat. However, they are omnivorous, so as not to limit them on their food choice, as meat is not always available. Their legs are digitigrade, and their feet end in three sharp claws - two in the front, and one smaller one in the back. Their arms are slightly longer than those of a human, and reach down to their mid-thigh. They have three long fingers and one thumb, all ending in small, sharp claws. The average lifespan for a Quernoan is roughly five-hundred years. While the Quernoans are not particularly imperialistic, they do often participate in the acquisition of planets for their "empire" for the express purpose of gathering resources and making more room for their people. Normally, if a planet has no resources worthy of taking, the Quernoans will ignore it completely - if it inhabited but not under the control of a major power, they will often assert their dominance over it and take it over, often with force. If it is under control of a major power, they will begin large scale trade negotiations with the planet. They would prefer to acquire the planet itself, however this is rarely the case, and so they make do. The race is often seen a bad light for their warlike tendencies, however the individuals are rarely as evil as the stories and tales of other races make them out to be.

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Preferred Weapon(s)/Personal Item(s): .40 Neran Pistol; DM Sniper rifle; Invisibility Device

Abilities:

Thick Skin - The smallest of firearms and knives won't be able to pierce her skin, though they still hurt like hell.

Heightened Senses - The sight, hearing, and smell of Quernoans is heightened, giving them an edge over some other races in that department. However, it is not enough to be completely overpowering.

Invisibility - So long as she carries the experimental device, Arus will be able to turn invisible for up to ten minutes, though her sound is not muffled. This is not effected by how quickly she moves.

Bio: Arus grew up on the planet of Veretta, one of the Republic's many holdings, though the most valuable. Like many young species of her race, she aspired to be one of the many great warriors of her people. However, as time passed and she got older, it was clear to most around her that she wouldn't be fit for the normal soldier life - her muscles weren't as big as the others, she was timid, flinched when there was a loud sound, wasn't quick to violence. Her body was too slim while keeping the height of the others. However, this did not stop her from applying for the military when she came of age.

She was accepted, barely. It would have been the greatest embarrassment her family had ever seen if she hadn't been permitted to join: The only ones usually excluded from service were the mentally and physically handicapped, with the rare normal Quernoan that was simply inept. Of course, she wasn't placed in the normal rank and file soldiers - she was to be trained as a scout, as her small frame would allow her to hide better. Even with the extensive training and new diet, Arus failed to put on much more muscle mass than she already had - however, she made up for this by being an excellent shot with a rifle, even she did need some extra padding on her shoulder.

After that, she was promoted to the sniper teams, in where she began to personalize her rifle. No real modifications were made, but it was changed to be sleeker and darker until it was an earthy brown color, the barrel and stock splashed with tans and greens. Artificial leaves were grafted onto the frame, allowing for better cover in the jungles. Most snipers personalized their rifles in some way or another, and so no one said a word as she meticulously worked on the fine details of it. Her time in the sniper squad didn't last too long, though - a recommendation from her old scout commander had her whisked away to form a new assassin squad. Further training was given to her, in which she was taught hand-to-hand combat and how to use a knife effectively, along with some more advanced pistol training.

The physical training of being an assassin was a strain on her body, but she would not allow herself to be a failure. It wasn't exactly uncommon for recruit assassins to quit or fail, and it never brought shame. But it was not something she could allow. Even so, her muscles remained small and sleek, giving her a lean look rather than a muscular one like the others. Though she saw it as a failure, her squad leader saw an opportunity in her. With some string pulling and favor cashing in, he was able to get an experimental device: A new piece of technology, meant to cloak the user in a personal field of invisibility. Arus was to be the test subject for it.

The device worked extraordinarily. The time it was able to keep, while small in the scheme of things, was impressive for the first working model, and the fact that it hid the user and their weapons from view from anyone who wasn't really looking for them was an amazing feat. The only issue with it was a mental flaw, one that was severely overlooked. Arus was becoming more and more paranoid as she used it, to the point where she would even use it in the bases and camps she was using, and refused to take it off, even when she slept. Most saw this as her showing off and not wanting to share her new toy, but in reality she was simply going crazy because of the device, and no one thought to check the mental state of the user, only focusing on how great the device was working. The scientists in charge were even beginning to make similar devices to be distributed to the rest of her squad.

That plan ended one night when Arus suddenly went on a rampage in the camp. It was a normal night, job well done, they were to head back to the base the next morning. Arus was uncloaked for once, acting much calmer than usual. With the ease they were all feeling, none were carrying around more than their knives - they were far away from where their target had been, and close enough to the base that it would be foolhardy for any enemies to come at them, even if they could find their location.

Of course, they hadn't accounted for inside jobs.

Out of nowhere, Arus flipped out, throwing her food into the air, startling the others. Before any of them could really react, her gun was out and pointed at her captain. A cruel grin formed on her face, and the trigger was pulled. As the captain fell to the ground, her squadmates tackled her down. After a harsh struggle, they managed to knock her out, though they took more than a few bullets. They returned to the base by morning, far sooner than they should have. Two of them had died of their wounds and had to be left behind with the captain's body, and another died in the hospital ward, leaving just Arus and her last squadmate to report to the higher ups.

No one was sure what had happened, but she was allowed her guns, armor, and some clothes, and was exiled from the Hades System on pain of death. Reluctantly agreeing, she headed out... of course, after retrieving her little toy from a certain scientist. Then her ship escorted her to Norrux Mirugal, where she began to take up jobs as a mercenary and assassin, making a name for herself, though becoming harder and harder to find as time passed. And, with each passing day, she became more and more conscious of the other half growing within her...

Other: Extensive use of the experimental has given Arus split-personality disorder and paranoia.

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Zuzen Akhtar

Name:
Zuzen

Gender:
Male

Species:
Human Cyborg

Zuzen may at first glance appear to be entirely artificial, but in actuality he is a cyborg. He is simply a cyborg that is composed predominantly of artificial materials, and makes no attempt to hide this fact. Though to be honest, one could compare him to a robot that has numerous organs nestled inside of its body. The process that made Zuzen the way he is essentially took out his organs and implanted them into a metal shell.

Preferred Weapon(s):
Zuzen prefers to use either his rather large fists or improvised melee weapons such as pipes, bottles, chairs, or people.

Abilities:
Any special attributes that Zuzen have are a direct result of his artificial body. His muscles are entirely mechanical and much stronger than a human's, and his exterior is thick and strong enough to serve as armour.

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Bio:
Zuzen grew up in poverty on the crime-ridden world of Norrux Mirugal. And so, naturally, it wasn't long before he turned to a life of crime in order to survive and provide for him and his family. It started off small, with him stealing something here or there, but it eventually escalated to far more severe crimes. It wasn't long before he became a hardened criminal and ended up embroiled with one of the gangs. Eventually it got to the point that crimes such as armed robbery, murder, and extortion were commonplace in his life. However, while he was high up in his gang, he was the a big fish in a small pond. And eventually that pond was flooded by the ocean; an ocean with far larger fish. One of the largest criminal organizations in region set its sights on the territory Zuzen;s gang controlld, and he had the misfortune of pissing them off. They responded by murdering his entire gang, as well as him and his whole family.

Zuzen, however, managed to survive. He was gravely wounded however, and would have died were it not for the actions of a kindly priest. The priest found him and took him to a nearby back-alley doctor, who was, miraculously, able to stabilize Zuzen's condition and eventually fix his wounded. Zuzen had absolutely no idea why the priest would have even considered doing this for him, especially since the priest paid the doctor out of his own pocket. It wasn't that Zuzen and the priest were strangers, quite the opposite in fact. Zuzen and his gang had oftentimes roughed the priest up for money in return for "protection" and not trashing the man's tiny chapel. Zuzen was utterly baffled by the man's actions, and was even more confused when the priest offered to let Zuzen take refuge within his small home. At one point the priest even apologized to Zuzen for the mediocre accommodations to be found within his home.

It was here that over the next few years that Zuzen's view off the world changed. The priest shared his beliefs openly with Zuzen, and while at first Zuzen ignored them he eventually came to belief as the priest did; Zuzen even adopted the priest's ascetic lifestyle. Though there was one crucial exception; while the priest believed in forgiveness and compassion Zuzen could not let go of his desire for revenge. But over the years this desire transformed into something more, a desire for justice and righteous punishment for the wicked. Despite the priest's best efforts Zuzen couldn't be swayed away from this belief, and in time began to go out into the urban sprawl and act as a vigilante. But he was limited, as his near-death years before hadn't left him unscathed, and the scars still hurt and limited him. And this was Zuzen's life until one fateful day when history was to repeat itself. The organization that had nearly killed him noticed the priest's tiny chapel after years of it flying beneath their radar, and began to demand payment from it, or else they'd destroy it and kill the priest and the small number of followers he had. The priest, of course, obliged and paid in order to keep his people safe. But Zuzen was not quite so forgiving; these people were monsters and scum, much as he had once been. But the difference was clear, Zuzen had repented and worked to better the world. And so Zuzen managed to gather a number of people together, mostly other followers of the priest who thought the way he did, and staged a raid on the organization. They managed to succeed, and steal a handsome sum of money, but everyone but Zuzen died as a result. And what's worse, it was divulged that many of the people who took part were members of the priest's congregation. Needless to say the priest and everyone were killed, and it was all Zuzen's fault. He had planned on giving the money to the needy, but decided against it. Instead, he took it to a doctor and surgeon that was renowned across the entirety of Norrux Mirugal.

It was this doctor who turned Zuzen into the mechanical being that he is today. The reasons for this are two-fold; firstly it was so that he could better fight against the rampant crime on his home, and secondly it was the epitome of the ascetic beliefs he had adopted from the priest, as this new body was unable to experience pleasures of the flesh. While he still has yet to punish those who killed the priest and his friends, he has made a small amount of good. He travels across the face of Norrux Mirugal, refusing to become disheartened despite not making any major difference overall.

Other:
It's worth noting that Zuzen still has to breathe; his remaining organs still require oxygen after all. He also "eats," though it's not technically eating so much as it is injecting a nutrient-rich slurry into a slot on his face.

Æðelþryð Cynebaldsdohtor

Name:
Æðelþryð (Aethelthryth) Cynebaldsdohtor

Gender:
Female

Species:
Human

Preferred Weapon(s):
Æðelþryð carries around as many grenades and other explosives around with her as she can. She also tends to have a vest of high-yield explosives strapped to her chest for the most dire of circumstances.

Abilities:
She's extremely proficient at making explosives and can throw quite accurately, thanks to a fair amount of practice. But she's really just a regular old human.

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Bio:
Æðelþryð is a terrorist. Well, not quite; she's been labelled as such by the authorities of every single planet she's ever visited, and she herself quite likes the term and uses it to describe herself. But since the definition of terrorism is "the use of violence and intimidation in the pursuit of political aims," she doesn't quite fit. While she does indeed commit widespread and indiscriminate bombings, they're not for some bigger goal. She simply does it because she loves making and watching explosions, regardless of the damage they cause.

She was born on a world with a very distinct dichotomy between the rich and the poor. The rich lived incredibly lavish lives in the clean and beautiful "upper world", while the poor worked and toiled all their lives in the filthy and polluted "under world" to support lifestyle the rich. Æðelþryð was born into the latter category, but in some ways she was lucky. She was an accident, and in fact her father wanted her mother to have an abortion, as a child would mean another mouth to feed. However, Æðelþryð's mother refused and wound up giving birth to her. Her mother died from complications soon after, and her father threw her into the street like trash. But luckily she was found by a man named Cynebald, who took in the infant and raised her as if she was his own child. Cynebald was also the one who taught her all she knows about explosives, for that was his job. He was known as the Bombsmith, and was mostly left alone for a number of reasons. Criminals left him alone because they knew they'd do jobs for him and that trying to break into his home would be a death sentence. And those in the upper echelons of society left him alone for similar reasons, it wasn't uncommon for them to hire him for dirty jobs to take out their rivals or ruin them.

So Æðelþryð spent most of her early life with this man, learning the insides and outsides of bombs and explosives, how to make and use them, etc. Everything she'd need to know about them. And she took a great enjoyment in it, even from a young age she was enamoured with the explosions. They were powerful, they were beautiful, they were perfect. Eventually she started going out on jobs with her adoptive father, but he would scold her because she used her explosives with an almost reckless abandon, not seeming to care about any form of collateral damage. When he realized he couldn't stop her from doing so, he stopped taking her out on jobs with her. And so she left. It wasn't like she ran away, she told him she was leaving, that she wanted to find her own way in the world. And he accepted it and let her go, after providing her with plenty of supplies and wishing her luck.

And that was how her reign of terror began. She traveled far and wide across numerous planets, bombing buildings and people because she loved to do it. And she managed to lay low and avoid the authorities, though she did have some close calls at first. And she lived like this for several years.

Eventually she decided to make her way to Norrux Mirugal, figuring that the fact that it didn't really have any government besides the gangs would make it pleasantly easy to bomb quite a few buildings before moving on with little risk. Unfortunately Rectja Tyrr somehow discovered that she was on the planet, and who they were. So he sent some of his thugs with an "invitation"; she refused and proceeded to blow them up. Then he sent some thugs out after her; she blew them up as well. The next time he sent even more men, and despite the fact that they took numerous casualties, they eventually managed to corner her and take her captive. Well, "captive" wouldn't be the proper term as she wasn't completely at their mercy, thanks to the vest of high-yield explosives Æðelþryð was wearing. Upon meeting Rectja he made it clear that he could use someone of her talents and skills, and essentially blackmailed her into working for him. After all, he could make sure that she didn't leave the planet, and it would be rather unfortunate were the authorities of the planets she'd visited to receive an anonymous tip as to her current location. And this is still her current situation, working for Rectja. Her feelings are mixed, she doesn't particularly like Rectja and his thugs and she's not fond of the fact that she was caught and can't pick her targets, but she does still get to enjoy blowing things up.

Other:
The rebreather/gas-mask looking apparatus Æðelþryð wear on her face isn't just for show. The under world of her home planet is so filthy and polluted that the people living their have built up an immunity to the toxic pollutants in the smoggy atmosphere. However, this has resulted in them having difficulty breathing in "clean" air. Even on Norrux Mirugal if she were to remove it she would suffer from shortness of breath, fatigue, wheezing, and other such problems. Not that she tells anyone this.

Doc Valentine

Name:
Doc Valentine

Gender:
Male

Species:
Human

Preferred Weapon(s):
Valentine carries around a personal revolver for protection.


Abilities:
Valentine is an incredibly gifted doctor and surgeon, despite not having any formal education or a medical license.

Image of Character:
Will put one here as soon as I find one.

Bio:
Doc Valentine was born Valentine Valentine to a prostitute on Norrux named Valentine and an unknown father. His mother didn't particularly care for the young child, and mostly saw him as getting in the way of her job. However, his mother died when he was rather young and he fortunately came into the care of Doctor Herring, who ran a clinic in the slums, caring for anyone who came in with no questions asked. After many years, during which Valentine became the skilled surgeon and doctor he is today, Herring died and Valentine inherited the clinic. He kept it operating much the same as before, anyone could come in and receive treatment, though now he allowed the poor and homeless treatment free of charge. Though some people are still wary of coming to him due to the fact that Valentine is somewhat unprofessional and not all there mentally; he may be a skilled doctor, but he's still a back-alley doctor.

Other:
He currently has three "nurses" (assistants); Nurse Nina (an ex-mercenary who doesn't actually do anything medical and is simply a guard; he calls her nurse because it 'fits with the theme'), Nurse Jericho (an orphan like Valentine), and Nurse Lillianne (a woman from a wealthy family who fled to Norrux and became Valentine's assistant because she wanted to be in charge of her own life). They aren't exactly major characters, and more like NPCs that are sort of there at Doc Valentine's clinic; they're not going to come with him when the group leaves Norrux and they don't have to ever come back into the story if Sora doesn't want them to.