CHARACTERS
BEAU DARY
A tall slender woman of about twenty four cycles. Having shoulder length straight red hair, the deepest green eyes with high cheekbones and perfectly outlined lips, a small button nose and ceramic looking skin, with a few freckles on the bridge of her nose. She wore a small blue fitted top and long flowing black trousers with a sash top. Pockets all over the garment, which seemed to carry a lot of items. To the right-hand side of her hip dangled a Quasar gun, precisely positioned to be drawn with her left hand. Comfortable training boots adorned her feet that helped her move with haste.
BORK
A wolf like creature, long shaggy grey fur and four legs with large paws. A short neck and an oblong head. A longish snout with a black nose and two deep-set piercing blue eyes. A pair of triangle ears sat upright on top of the skull. As a journalist he has a very investigative mind.
CE’ LÃSTRAT B DOKRI
(DOK)
Standing at 22 decimeters tall on two muscular legs that
rippled when he walked, 4 claws protruding out of his huge, silently padded paws, the size of dinner plates arching to the ground. A long slim tail, that curled from the base of his spine, halfway to the ground and back up again, tapering off level with its base. His skin was covered in a thick course hair, mainly orange, but with wide black stripes. Wearing a combat vest over his torso, revealing muscular arms. These muscles went all the way down to his large top paws, each claw able to move independently. His neck was thick and strong, nearly the width of his head. His skull was rounded and stout, with powerful jaw muscles. His two top canine teeth poking out of his lipless mouth, just above was a flat dual nasal cavity, in a triangular form, either side of which protruded numerous white whiskers that could be moved in different directions, or lay flat along it’s skull. The eyes were sharp glowing amber spheres that looked right through you, but seemed to take in every detail of his surroundings. His ears were stubby and upright, which occasionally twisted round to locate every sound. A pair of semi blasters holstered to each thigh, while on his waist, hung a utility belt consisting of numerous square pouches, with hook and loop top flaps, seemingly full except one. Various weaponry hung from all sides, including two scabbard knives, a decorative Yawara fighting stick, and a double lasered split shot bolt blunderer.
CHOUL RYTHE
Choul Rythe was a Royenne and a direct descendant from his ancestors, who first invented sublight engines. Their huge flattish triangle shaped skull easily accommodated the three brains. Their four green eyes were situated at the ends of the skull, two on either side, with one pair looking just higher than the horizontal and the other pair just below the first, separated by a bony ridge protruding over the lower eyes. Choul had a scar across his top left eye that left him blind in that quadrant. Just above his nose grew a long white moustache, not meeting in the middle but extending quite far and then eventually bending downwards, the whiskers were like soft hair and the length could determine his age. The nose was situated at the bottom tip of the skull, just a singular slit that could open as wide as a human’s head. His mouth looked more like a beak, the upper jaw, part of the whole skull was fixed and only the lower jaw would maneuver, which could be snapped shut quickly enough to produce a loud clap and a small sonic boom, enough to knock someone over. On his chin was what looked like a goatee beard but was actually solid bone, used in mating rituals. With no hair on his head the mottled blue markings could easily be seen, along with many scars. Standing at an impressive 25 decimetres without stretching, thick neck muscles kept the heavy skull from drooping. Their bodies were thick and massive with four legs, although through evolution their hind legs had gotten shorter and thicker, enabling them to convert to bipedal creature, the front legs became long arms and the hooves got more dexterous. In these, Choul carried two Kris daggers, very ornate handles with wavy blades and minute holes along the spine which could be filled with a toxic paste that stops the flesh wound from healing.
DRAKE DENUER
Drake was a dwarf, a heavy-set dwarf standing at just 10.2 decimeters tall with rough skin texture and a colour, like a Boven hound. He was also a hairy man, light brown hair with wisps of grey here and there, a big bushy thick monobrow that was very straggly, virtually covering his bright blue eyes that were piercing like ice daggers. Under his flat stumpy nose grew a long-yellowed moustache which can often be seen entwined through
his fingers. Wearing an exquisite hand woven jacquard long sleeve shirt covering his enormous belly. Draped over his left shoulder and fastened over the right shoulder with an ornate clasp was a Chlamys, covering a pouch belt, inside which held an assortment of hand-to-hand fighting implements. Hanging on the right side of his belt hung his prize possession, a handmade axe, crafted from twice forged black Fortean steel, a blade that cannot be blunted and engraved with an enchantment that only a dwarf can read. The handle, made from Pril wood was carved perfectly to fit Drakes large right hand. Baggy comfortable trousers covered his legs and long leather strips wound around his ankles and feet. Drake was known to make a potent purple-brown liquid, what it is, nobody knows, but it has been known to heal various lacerations, dissolve pure granite, but when drank makes you lightheaded and unstable. Dwarves are the most excellent of trackers, often finding employment of their natural home world of Djibot.
JODRELL L'STAX
Jodrell was 175 standard cycles old, with wiry white tangled straggly hair and an unkempt off-white beard, his face giving the impression that it has been stranded in the barren wastelands for a thousand cycles, his wrinkles almost covering up the pot marks and scars he’s accumulated over the decades of carrying out his purpose. His frail, bony body stands at 15.6 decimeters tall, swathed in thick dark red woollen fabric that hung too loosely on him, often seen with his hood up to cover his thinning hair. One limp skeletal hand resting wearily on the green crystal entwined on the top of his staff that has been worn down over time to leave a polished dull sphere, his other hand and fingers, with sharp long pointed nails that could almost pass for claws, wrapped around the stem to give himself stability from his decaying feet, still aching in pain which have been bound by antigen soaked bindings from the days of being captured and tortured by a demon. His lips always twisted, and his eyes are like candles in the breeze, flickering life duller yet they have a certain presence as if they had once held a burning desire and zest for life.
LUCIFER
Lucifer can take many forms. This is his natural state.
NYK CEPLER
Nyk Cepler was a tall well-built, swarthy man with shoulder length curly dark hair and a well-trimmed goatee beard. Piercing blue eyes that seemed to put you at ease. A shortish nose that had been broken a couple of times but fairly straight, and a cheeky smile with straight white teeth. Covering his torso was a simple flowing long sleeved, cream coloured loose fitting shirt that seemed to give off different shades of light red when hit by the sun’s rays. Hanging from his broad square shoulders flowed a dark green gown, sprinkled throughout with glittering silver fragments. Wrapped around his waist Nyk wore a custom fitted belt made from Ancas hide, complete with dangling objects, some brought back from the ancient worlds of Thran. His thick thighs emerged from beneath the gown, covered in flimsy comfortable and maneuverable material, black in
colour, tucked into his dark green calf length socks. Pursuit footwear adorned his feet and was ready for action.
PACE CONOR
Standing at 18.3 decimeters tall Pace was an imposing man with obsidian hair, short to the scalp, very attractive facial features, sharp green eyes, a flat wide nose, high cheek bones and a square jawline with a perfect smile and shiny white teeth. Wearing a silver button up shirt of finest silk with a large collar and long sleeves with oversized cuffs and jeweled clasps. The top four buttons were undone leaving the shirt wide open exposing his curly chest hair and sculptured pectoral muscles. A light aqua coloured lace sash tied around his waist that just covered a small utility belt. Long cream slack trousers with wide bottoms that stopped just above his hand-made, water cow hide boots that had silver buckles and detachable magnetised silver spurs that tinkled when he walked. Strapped to each thigh were tan leather holsters containing a pair of quick draw rapid fire blaster pistols made from bright chromed alloy, looking more like designer accessories. A black hat finished off the outfit made from the same water cow hide as his boots, with a wide brim and a cream band around the head piece, sitting on the right-hand side of the hat was a short clear blade made from plexiglass,
disguised as a hat pin.
PHOS ELE
Phos Ele was an observer, no one actually knows how old he is, but he was certainly around when the third dimension was created, although his physical memory doesn’t go back that far, his name has appeared in transcripts from the dawn of time. His normal state is a yellow hazy mist, in this state he can hear all and see all, but not communicate, his mind is fluid. Even time can slow down around him, it was in this state he lived for so long. His human form took shape now, as a very tall human skull with long straight hair down to his shoulders, eyes that glowed with yellow stardust in elongated sockets, a nose that protruded but not much, flawless skin and thin lips. His body was slender, built for movement, no discernible muscles but stood with authority at 21.3 decimeters tall. The legs were also thin with no athleticism apparent, after all he doesn’t need to walk anywhere. Arms of the same build, not too thin but more toned than his legs. He wore simple outfits that remind him of his time with friends that taught him meaning, a dark blue felt tunic with a thin brown leather belt, a pair of ankle high Quoth hair skin booties, but nearly covered in an over shawl that draped down to his boots. A simple
handmade clasp held the front together. Always looking humble.
RECORDS KEEPER
A solemn male who always looked tired and shuffled everywhere. His long robes were plain except for the collar that had an intricate gold thread. His face looked like that of a small elephant but with a small nose, large ears for its head and brown soothing eyes. He stood on two thick legs and two slender arms but had very dexterous fingers.
SSHEARON
sShearon was from the Sanol species who prized themselves on hunting, to most outsiders, the creatures look identical except for maybe the sporadic cluster of yellow spots on their green scaly skin. But to their own kind, the pheromones are what tells them apart, their all over body glands have oil excretion holes that run up and down their bodies, it’s an all-round body oil that blocks UV radiation, cools the skin, moisturises and is the sauce of their identity. The oil is a prized commodity among certain affluent communities and even these hunters are hunted occasionally. The limbs that support them are a perfect pair of running machines both in size and strength. At the bottom of these powerful legs are feet with three webbed toes, quite wide enough that at full speed a Sanol can run across a small body of water. A thick streamlined and balanced tail, three palons long hangs down at the back and particularly helps when turning at high speeds, offsetting its bodily momentum. sShearon’s stick like arms are short and stubby with three claws on each limb, the middle one on his left claw has been cut to a blunt stump as though on purpose. His head is wedge shaped, but with a blunt front. Two holes that were nostrils and a mouth that didn’t appear until he opened it, where four huge fangs sprang into position, two from the top, and two at the bottom his mouth, a mouth that when fully opened looked cavernous yet mesmerising. A long-forked tongue flickered in and out, up and down in a whipping motion, even with the mouth shut, it could do this. His eyes were a bright yellow, as bright as sunlight but with a slit of midnight down the centre. The top of his head was a smooth dome with a couple of bumps and scars but nothing an adolescent Sanol wouldn’t have.
XANIA L'STAX
Xania is 20 standard cycles old. Usually seen wearing a mottled green jumpsuit showing off the supple lines of her perfectly toned muscles, her body could be mistaken for a fitness instructor. Her exquisitely shaped face and a prominent bone structure setting her big blue-green eyes off, like the brightness of the sun on a clear summers’ morning. Her nose was small but slightly upturned, her hair was thick brown and silky with an intertwined dark red ribbon, in honour of Jodrell’s robes. It blended together well with her beautifully tanned flawless skin, a couple of tendrils can be seen escaping and cascading down the left-hand side of her face stopping just short of her neck line. At the base of her neck lay an attractive Jade amulet in old bronze laying suggestively on her chest, supported by a slightly tarnished bronze chain. A gift from Jodrell when he took her as his learner. Just below this, a small scar can be seen on her chest.