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@jasonwolf You stay away from my drumbsticks!

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Here is the draft my CS.

Archaeologist/Navigator

Name: Azkaret’Orrekar or Az for short

Race:

Avaryn

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. 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. All Avaryn are born with Psionic abilities, and as a result most of their technology is powered by this mental force. In particular, their armor with personal shielding uses a dual purpose power amplifier/generator to project a mental shield around the individual. The runes carved into the power source of the shield draws in Psionic energy and then amplifies the output to form the shield. This is how much of their technology functions. Avaryn are not confined to Psionics only, in fact many of their researchers try to study and incorporate other branches of magic into their technology, but these are in their early stages.

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 his personal terminal. As another precaution, Az carries a simple 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: As long as you feel it needs to be, but there are a few key points I want you to hit: where they are from, how they learned their skills, how they came to be a pirate/mercenary/etc, and how they came to join Nova Dawn's crew.

Personality:

Other:

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

I will attempt to get a post up tonight. Also, a minor clarification: Gaderon isn't cloaked. He's wearing a thin shirt with short sleevs under his armored vest because he's used to the colder climate of Bania.

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I will try to have at least a rough draft of my CS up later tonight.

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@Dead Cruiser, got it. I'll do that then. I will try to get a character up some time this week.

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Since Frozen bowed out, may I make a claim to the ship's archaeologist/linguist?

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Would anyone be opposed to having an archaeologist on board, possibly one of the wizard variety?

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Is there room for one more?

NOVA DAWN (working title) Science Fantasy, Cosmic Adventure, Space Pirates

I would like to throw in my hat if there are still spots.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Gaderon turned from the doll at the sound of a voice, quickly followed by footsteps approaching him. As two figures came into view, he stood, the doll still held in his hand. The woman at the head of the pair was dressed in garb too fanciful for simple villagers but not as fanciful as that of a noble but held herself like one of noble birth, and her companion was of the strangest sort, a lizardman. Gaderon had never seen one in person before, but he had heard tales. When she spoke, Gaderon recognized the accent instantly; she was of Vrettonian birth.

"Friend or foe?"

Gaderon stared at the woman and her strange companion for a moment. He opened his mouth to answer when a gruff voice came from behind the pair before him.

"I hope you weren't the one who did this!"

The old man stood next to the woman, a trident and shield drawn. The trident dripped blood from the tips, yet he was the one accusing Gaderon of wreaking such havoc. The South was proving to be more interesting day by day. The hard look had been receding, but it now returned, bringing his scars back into fiercer focus. He let the doll fall to the cobblestone underfoot and lie with the other bodies around him and then drew his estoc from his belt. He took no fighting stance, yet, but held the tip of the silver-laced blade level with the man yelling accusations through the graveyard they had all stumbled upon.

”I happened upon this catastrophe much like you, old man, but my weapon isn’t the one dripping blood upon the ground,” Gaderon’s accent came out similar to that of other Banians, but his mother’s lessons throughout childhood kept him from rolling his r’s so much. He kept his piercing blue eyes on the old man, waiting to see how he would respond.