[CHAR] Wildstar: Sanctuary

[Saarebas]

"Being dead as long as I have you learn to appreciate the little things."

Name/Nicknames
Alexander Rigamortis
Sheriff

Age
223

Gender
Male

Race
Mordesh

Appearance
Alexander is rather average in the terms of looks, well as average as a Mordesh can be. He has deathly pale skin and is a lanky fellow, standing at about 6'7". He has a number of tubes connecting to his head that he uses to inject fresh supplies of the Vitalus Serum into himself. Like many other Mordesh Alexander had many parts of his body wither away do to the Contagion, most noticeably the lower half of his face which he had to patch up with a cyber-alchemical face guards. Likewise Alexander had to replace his eyes with cyber-alchemical implants, which constantly give off a faint eerie green glow. As for his clothes Alexander usually dawns a wide brim hat, an armored duster with a bandolier wrapped across his chest, and a pair of steel toed boots, all of which are dark grey with a green trim.

Class
Spellslinger

Job
Sheriff- "Alexander is the head of security in Sanctuary. People getting too rowdy, wildlife causing trouble, or someone just needs some sense kicked into them Alexander is your man."

Personality
"Not to throw stereotypes around about the Mordesh or anything but... Alexander is down right scary. Everything about him screams dead person, and quite frankly I think he likes it that way. Most of the time the guy is dead silent and when he isn't he is saying something grim or ominous, gives me chills just thinking about him sometimes. Not to say he is a bad guy, but he takes his job as sheriff really seriously, little too serious if you ask me though."

Tale
"You want to know about the sheriff? Don't we all! Guy is a real mystery to us all, doesn't help none that the bag o' bones barely talks. But rumor is that before he showed up here that he was a Reaper. You know about the Reapers right? Them's that lot of Mordesh that go around and kill the Mordesh that go full zombie when they stop taking their medicine, nasty business that sounds like. But that could be complete and utter crap for all I know, all I can say is that the bastard gives me the willies.

Other
Alexander has managed to wrangle himself quite the interesting steed. No one is quite sure what it is but Alexander has taken to calling it Victoria

[Snarfulblast]

"Yeah my last names Squeakers doesn't mean I actually squeak, but you will if you keep asking STUPID questions like that one."
Name: Jean Squeakers

Age:32

Gender: Male

Race: Chua

Class: Engineer

Job: Bot Repairman/Robotic Limb Maker,"I repair you're damn robots and robotic prosthetics, and I dont do it cheap."

Personality:"Who me? What am I like? Well you could say that I'm a brash psychopathic 'businessman'. I do what I do for the right price. I'll fix you're bots if ya pay and break you're legs if ya PISS ME OFF. Just don't worry I'll just make ya pay me to give you a new pair.Of legs that is."

Tale:"Me,wweeelll, I've always been an outcast a bit of an odd ball. I was four when I made my first bot I still have him to. I was ten when I lost my left arm, took me a year but I was able to make myself a brand new robot arm. I was twenty when The Dominion 'hired' me to create robot limbs and bots for their troops. I was twenty two when I had my first real taste of battle, nasty looking monster probably some walking plant thing I can't remember exactly what it was but, I'm pretty sure that's what it was you know it's a wild thing. After that it took me about ten years to find this here fine town of Sanctuary, and well thats that."

Other: He has this small robot lizard on his shoulder at all times, it's name is Squeakers Jean. Yes it has Jean's name just backwards, just don't mess with it and Jean won't have turn all your limbs in to robotics that he'll control.(And just so you know this lizard is the robot he created at four.)

[McHaggis]

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[Jinxer]

Name/Nicknames
Elaeria Mithran

Age
17

Gender
Female

Race
Human

Appearance

Hider

Class
Esper

Job
Herbalist/healer: Elaeria knows where to collect useful herbs from and how to mix and apply them appropriately. She has already learned a great deal about the flora on Nexus to adapt her remedies to include local plant life.

Personality
Peaceful but with a dangerous temper, Elaeria avoids conflict and pulls her punches in most any fight. However, when it comes to her patients she will quite gladly slaughter any threat to their well being, such is the devotion with which she treats her craft. And her patients will be anyone and anybody who is wounded; as far as she sees it anybody stepping into her clinic is under her care. And protection.

The rest of the time she enjoys a good drink(s), possibly a good few too many, and will spend most of her spare time drinking even the hardiest Granok under the table.

Tale
"You want to know my tale? How about you pull up a pew and see who can hold their stout? I'll share it with you, if you're still standing after a few rounds!"

Whenever asked, this is the response Elaeria gives. So far she's never had to tell her tale. What is known is that she's a darn good fighter and she arrived covered in blood with no wounds carrying an empty medical kit. Since then she opened up shop as the local medic/drunk and keeps tight-lipped about what drove her here.

Other
Try not to talk about her - she makes less noise than a Chua babe!