Futuristic 𝗖𝗼𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗰 𝗘𝘅𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀: 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘄 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘁

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[tyranna]

IN THE UNIVERSE

Artist: Maoshe Yang

Appearance

Ka’zad is not exceptionally tall, he is roughly 5′ 11″. He’s not the bulkiest around, but there’s some meat on those bones, he weighs 177 pounds. Ka’zad had shoulder-length grey hair and dark eyebrows. Olive green is the color of his eyes. There's a scar across the bridge of his nose. He has two horns that protrude out the top of his head and patches of scales scattered over his body (the most noticeable area being the left side of his jawline), the texture of his horns and scales are similar to obsidian stone.

Name
Ka’zad, claims he doesn’t have a surname, but damn near everyone knows that’s a lie, at this point the crew has given up trying to uncover what it is.

Alias
Zad typically, or whatever nicknames the crew has come up with.

Age
25 (earth years), actual age known, his species life span differ from that of humans.

Pronouns
He/him

Classification
Alien

Position
The Founder

Weapon(s) of choice
High tech gauntlet, resembles a dragon’s claw.

Reputation
It’s almost like he was born to be irresponsible, Ka’zad is known for his piss poor choices in life, most of which result in the crew being looped into the thick of it. It is apparent that he loves to talk, and he loves getting people to talk, this is probably the only leadership quality he possesses, and that is his killer communication skills, the boy could convince merpeople to buy water. He is very avoidant, and it’s unlikely that he faces his problems head-on, hypocritically he will ask others to do the exact opposite. Ka’zad is very supportive of those he holds dear, he goes above and beyond for his crew. His youth certainly shines through as he is all about having a good time, and less worried about responsibilities. In regards to his life before boarding the Avius, he gives minimal details, if fact it’s common for those who know him to joke around about how they know what color underwear he’ll be wearing for the day, but they don’t even know what his planet of origin is. Ka’zad simply isn’t fond of discussing it, but what is known is that he had to flee due to unfortunate circumstances and that the planet was relatively closed off to the rest of the planets in its sector.

Miscellaneous

• That beautiful furball next to him is Muri, she is every thing to him and he does not tolerate anyone being mean to her.
• His horns grow as he ages.
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Affiliations
Co-founder: Ka’zad is visibly close to the co-founder, they come from the same planet, he frequently jokes that she is the actual leader and he is just her spokesperson.

 

[Uniko]

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  Xersai
  
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  Xai, Madam X
  The co-founder isn’t necessarily fond of shortenings of her given name, but there's a couple she’ll allow to be addressed by.
  
  
  Age \\
  Appears no older than 25 in human standards.
  
  Gender/Pronouns \\
  Female - She/Her
  
  Motto \\
  We may encounter many defeats but we must not be defeated.
  – Maya Angelou
  
  Classification \\
  Alien
  
  Position \\
  Founder Co-Founder
  
  Weapon of choice \\
  Perhaps it’s due to the years of being casted aside by those higher rank than her, not taken seriously for her combative/physical capabilities, and simply for being seen as not a fighter because of how she was raised to be—but whatever the cause, this had resulted in Xersai having major pent up frustration. And what’s the best cure for that? Beating the shit out of things. Preferably other life forms if applicable.
  
  Aside from being well adept with a common plasma blaster, nothing compares to Xersai prized possession of steel guard, tech plated claws that are specially curated to fit her hands, and her hands only. They can slice through nearly anything, with the talons being extendable by 9 inches.
  
  Physical details: Xersai stands at 5 feet and 9 inches tall. Her skin complexion is like a pearlescent shade, and seems almost consistently glossy naturally. Her hair is around 30 inches long–hitting right at her hips, though typically wears it in updos. Xersais eyes are perhaps one of her most stunning features as they are gilded gold, but appear almost like moving molten lava within her orbs. At times, her pupils appear slitted like a reptilian, a common trait among her clan specifically.
  
  
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  Being an only child already comes with its share of growing pains. But when you add in the fact the parents were high ranking political figures back on her planet, then that paints an entirely different picture. Much like the founder, little is known about Xersai’s past aside from the fact that she was raised in a world of politics back on her planet. Naturally, Xersai is a fairly reserved and classified person, and definitely believes in the philosophy that “less is always more”. But there are special circumstances where Xersai has allowed some parts of herself to be shared with others. Xersai is not quick to trust, or make friends with anyone, and it can take years before she may ever regard you as a comrade.
  
  Xersai may be a tough cookie to crack, but that isn’t to say she is completely devoid of more…easy going qualities either. In fact, the co-founder of Avius enjoys some good banter. The female alien is known for her sarcastic tongue, and is always ready to engage in some type of revelry if the moments are right.
  
  Unlike the founder, Xersai is more direct in her approach and leadership. She prefers to state the facts now, so there’s no questions asked later. Because if it’s one thing that will grind her gears? It’s having to repeat herself when the message was clear the first time. Playing dumb with her is likely to get you thrown out into space from an air duct.
  
  While Xersai may have an intimidating presence, and air of mystery about her, don’t let that take away from the fact that she is also a formidable combatant, a trustworthy ally, and the loyalist alien in the entire galaxy.
  
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  The Founder: They started the Avius together, and despite all the nerves he pushes, she wouldn’to imagine starting such a venture with anyone else. Their dynamic is a strange one to those viewing on the outside, and just like with their shared past, not much is known as to the actual origins of how they met.
  
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  • The only common knowledge that the crew specifically would be aware of, is that she is the only child to political figures back home.
  • Xersai has a more “humanoid” presenting form compared to those of her species. This is a very rare birth defect in her clan that has resulted in her not being born with the horns that her species is known for. It is uncertain if this will pose any issues for her later in life, but she ages just the same as those from her planet so there’s been no concern.
  • Xersai definitely is known to have a more…racy approach to her wardrobe. Perhaps her having to be a shelter politician's daughter for most of her life played a factor in this, but regardless, not that she is no longer under the scrutiny of her clan, she embraces all the styles she comes across during her intergalactic travels.
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[BittyBobcat]

Name - Luca Graymin

Alias - Gray, Scraps, Sourpuss

Age - 26

Pronouns - He/Him, though he probably won't correct you if you call him anything else

Classification - Human with significant android prosthetics/replacements (jaw, parts of his brain and skull, left side of neck including the pharynx and tongue, left eye, left arm to the shoulder, spine and some parts of his lateral muscle along his left side, left leg to just above the knee)

Position - Navigator

Weapon(s) of choice - Punching specifically with his left arm, pretty much any gun with a minimal amount of recoil

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  Kinda slapdash art done by me (I'm planning on making something a bit better later, but I figured would be good enough initially). If not, I can grab an already existing reference of non-roboted him.​
  
  Captions of the notes: R (stands for right) flesh side, L (stands for left) Side that's a bit robot-y
  Hair is always uncombed
  He does not sleep enough, but he only gets eyebags on the flesh side so he ends up looking vaguely like he has a black eye
  Stubble can grown on this (right) side only and it looks absolutely ridiculous for obvious reasons
  Permanent band-aid to cover a gash in the silicone that he hasn't repaired because silicone is hard and expensive to work with
  This (left) eyebrow doesn't move. This (left) eye blinks out of sync with the other eye
  This (left) ear doesn't hear
  Has silicone covering mechanics on his face, but the rest is exposed
  
  Description - Since Gray rarely goes outside unless dragged, he's pale to the point that he appears sickly (though, inexplicably and possibly infuriatingly, when he actually does stay out in the sun for any reasonable amount of time, he doesn't burn, he simply tans and the tan fades away after a handful of weeks). His expressions are slightly lopsided expressions due to half of his face being partially immobile and he had an overall boney build (which only looks skinner when you factor in that he's 6'1").
  
  A summary of what parts of him are now prosthetic can be found in his classification, but here it is here as well for sake of ease: jaw, parts of his brain and skull, left side of neck including the pharynx and tongue, left eye, left arm to the shoulder, spine and some parts of his lateral muscle along his left side, left leg to just above the knee.
  
  As stated before, the mechanical parts of his face and neck are covered by silicon and otherwise modified to look more like he previously did (his eye was even specifically color matched to be the same shade of hazel as his organic eye). Whenever the silicon gets damaged enough to show the metal beneath, Gray puts a band-aid over it until he can actually deal with it. All of his other other mechnical parts are usually partially covered by a long sleeve shirt, pants, and shoes, but are otherwise made up of exposed metal and wires that would make even the most amatuer prosthetic engineer cry over the sheer amount of poorly done D-I-Why-ring and rust.
  
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  What most of the crew would likely know by now: As far as Gray is concerned, the only important things anyone needs to know about his past come after his prosthetics were installed. The company that was funding the research he was working on prior to that event was the one who paid for that rather expensive procedure, so when he woke up from the unexpected surgery, he found that he was now working for no salary as an indentured "servant", likely for the rest of his life. Naturally, Gray had some objections, but they were all firmly ignored.
  
  After some years working in servitude, Gray was able to teach himself navigational skills in secret and stow away on the first ship that landed on the planet. That ship just so happened to be the Avius. Gray's initial plan was to break into the navigational systems on the ship and chart the course to somewhere else where he might be able to lay low, but he got caught and—seeing as he was a malnourished nervous wreck that hadn't been outside of lab conditions since half of his body was replaced—this did not go very well. Fortunately for him, the crew was in need of a navigator and, when he offered his skills for fear of getting thrown out the airlock (whether someone actually threatened it or not doesn't matter, he would've worried about it regardless), they cautiously accepted. He's been working alongside the crew of the Avius ever since.
  
  Gray continues to be an absolute mess of a human being to this day, but he's improved significantly since he first joined the crew. His nervous fidgets—pacing, tapping his hands or feet, and chewing his lip just to name a few—have gone from a constant, oftentimes invasive facet of his life to being generally unintrusive. Various cosmetic changes that he had wanted before but could never afford have now been done and this helps make him worry a lot less about getting found by his old company (and, though he won't admit it, it's clear that it makes him less anxious to be out in public because there's less staring). Though this means he acts generally more sarcastic and grumpy than he would before, Gray has become more comfortable with the rest of the crew than with anyone else he's ever known.
  
  That said, it's not inaccurate to say he's terrible at taking care of himself. Sure, he does maintence and upgrades on his prosthetics well enough, but, as a workaholic, that's something he can justify as "being productive" (which is a loose term as Gray uses it since eating and sleeping don't count). It's not uncommon for Gray to turn his sense of pain back on and immediately pass out from exhaustion. As annoying as his constant desire to be productive by working on his various personal projects (mostly involving even more ill-advised tinkering with his prosthetics), checking and re-checking the ship's course is, it can be useful. If there's something that needs to be done under a time crunch (or really just needs to be done at all), then he can be relied on to do it without procrastinating (...or stopping for breaks).
  
  
  The full story (it's possible that any part of this is known by specific members of the crew but, unless he becomes particularly close with anyone or is for some reason required to, Gray likely wouldn't directly share any details in this that weren't mentioned above): The research project Gray was originally working for was searching for a way to upload human consciousnesses into a computer. While AI indistinguishable from a human mind might've been created already, transferring an already existing human mind into a computer is far more difficult because accurately preserving their memories and translating their organic mind into something they can comfortably use within a computer adds extra problems to the process. Additionally, this was a very controversial project both due to ethical problems and many people knowing that, if the project turned out well, then the service would likely only be available to the rich and powerful, meaning that it was very possible that many of the people in power would then be allowed to remain in power indefinitely because they would no longer be hindered by the lifespan of their organic brain.
  
  One night, a rebel group lobbying against this project planted a bomb in the laboratory Gray worked in and, predictably, Gray got caught up in the blast. This is what required him to get prosthetics. Since part of his brain had been lost and Gray had been using some saved samples of his own mind to test on, Virall—the company Gray worked for—decided to use some of his experimental research to replace the parts that had been lost. Ultimately, Gray retained most of his memories and was able to function as he had done beforehand, but this procuedure also allowed him to recall what it was like to be fully digitized. The experience was so hellish that he was thoroughly traumatized and lost all faith in the project outside of perhaps helping in cases like his own where parts of the organic brain were still intact and the subject can experience things similarly to how they did before the procedure. When he tried to get Virall to call off the project, he was ignored and promptly told to return to his duties so that he could work off his debt.
  
  You've probably guessed by now that Virall is an absolutely terrible company, so it probably won't come as a surprise that they also gave Gray the faultiest prosthetics money could buy (aside from the prosthetics in his brain since that was what was useful to them and made up the bulk of Gray's debt) since lowering his mobility would help prevent any potential escapes once he learned he wasn't allowed to quit.
  
  Fortunately, this led to Virall being somewhat lax with Gray's security. After all, if his knee locks up every minute or so, he'll probably have quite a hard time getting anywhere fast enough that he couldn't be stopped. Because of this, Gray's access to the various databases for his research was overlooked and he was able to find navigational maps to study without raising much suspicion. Originally, he simply did this as a way to pass the time and potentially imagine himself in a situation where he wasn't literally a corprate slave, but eventually he began mentally noting down planets that he might be able to remain unfound on and forming an escape plan.
  
  When the time finally came to use it, Gray saved as much of his research as he could and stored it within the mechanized of his own brain in case it might be helpful to others with brain damage and destroyed everything else so Virall couldn't use it. Since he was the first, and currently only, person to build a functional model for a digitized human brain, Virall is still on the lookout for him.
  
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  • Virall - Gray's former company, a megacorporation capable of buying out entire planets for their personal use. He would rather avoid any areas under their control.
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  • Gray was mute when the crew met him, but—due to ill-advised tinkering with his andriod parts—he was able to modify his mouth enough to speak comfortably. He still can’t taste, though.
  • Due to the conductivity of metal and how much of it makes up the surface of Gray's body, Gray is cold most of the time. This can be particularly problematic in cold environments because he can get hypothermia a lot easier than the average person.
  • Since he began travelling with the crew of the Avius, Gray had made and paid for a lot of modifications to his face to make it look more like it did before he got any prosthetics. The rest has been mostly left alone aside from repairs and necessary upgrades and is often covered with clothing.
  • Though he can move them just as they he could if they were biological, Gray has no sensation of touch or temperature in his prosthetics. He can, however, see through his prosthetic eye.
  • Due to parts of his brain being given android replacements, Gray can turn off his sense of pain (this includes temperature, hunger, thirst, exhaustion etc). These things are all still necessary to his functioning and going without food/water/medical treatment for wounds/sleep for long enough will still result in him facing the consequences he would normally (passing out, shivering, etc). For this reason, it's almost always a terrible idea for him to turn off his ability to sense pain, but he does it whenever the whim hits him anyway. Fortunately for anyone that has to deal with this idiot, the switch to do this is manual and located on the back of his neck. It's covered in silicon so as not to be visible, but it can still be flipped easily by others if they know where it is.
  • If he decides to in the moment, he can save certain memories or facts to the mechanized part of his brain and, unless that part of his brain is damaged, he will never unintentionally forget it. His digital memoryspace isn't unlimited, though, so he tries not to use it often.
  • He loves cats and will use a high-pitched talking-to-a-cute-animal voice whenever he sees them, but refuses to admit it.

 

[Walliver]

Name: “Tai’ De’ Evine” Novinha Oathke

Pronounciation: “Tie day ee-veen” no-veen-ah oak

Pronouns: She/her

Age: Young adult in her species (34 in Earthen years, nearly fully grown though she can live up to 500 years)

Role: Envoy

Species: Alien. Procerus albus, a distant cousin of the now-extinct procerus atricolor

Weapon of Choice: Procterian Longsword (similar to the Japanese tachi)

Appearance: Tall for her species (a majority range from 6-8ft, while Novinha is 10ft tall), snowy white skin that seems to glow in some light spectrums, three sets of wide blue bird-like eyes, long lean limbs, what would be considered an athletic build in humans (it’s the standard for her species). She has an electric blue birthmark that covers her entire left arm, as well as several spatterings of dark blue freckles. She has seven piercings on each of her long, downward pointing ears. Wears formal clothes/dresses for ambassador meetings, but can normally be found in clothes that are easy to run in. She also has noticeably elongated canines (they stick out just over her lip when her mouth is closed, but they can extend more when she unhinges her jaw)

Spoiler: Ambassador’s Dress

Abilities:
Bioluminescence—
A common trait of her species is the ability to emit a soft bioluminescent glow in low lighting. If a large amount of gamma radiation is present, she will also glow- as such many members of her species work with old-age space travel reactors and at power plants.

Radiation Resistance—
As mentioned above, she can glow in the presence of large amounts of gamma radiation, but she is also resistant to all types of radiation. As a matter of fact, if she put her hand over a radio antenna, it would block the signal completely. While she is radiation resistant, she is not completely exempt from the effects of severe radiation poisoning.

Killer Bite—
As a remnant of her species’ having to hunt for survival at one point in history, Novinha has retractable canines packed with a natural equivalent to cyanide, in a high enough dosage to take down an Earthen elephant.

Echolocation—
Another remnant of her species’ hunter-gatherer days, she has the ability to echolocate. This, paired with the ability to glow in the dark, makes her an excellent companion in the event of a power outage.

Roar—
A rare trait among her species, Novinha has the ability to unhinge her jaw and roar. This led to her title “Tai’ De’ Evine”, which means “She Who Roars” in her native tongue.

Creature Feature:
(since it’s not technically an abilitiy or skill, I’m putting this here)

Five Hearts—
Novinha has five hearts. Yep, five whole hearts. One, located in the center of her chest (protected by the sternum), pumps blood to her brain. Two, located in the hollows of her lower ribs, pump blood to her arms and upper torso. Two more, located in the hollows of her pelvic bones, pump blood to her legs and lower torso.

Skills:

Lockpicking—
A forgotten art, Novinha learned from a young age how to pick locks of all kinds. She can disarm card activated locks, locks that require physical keys, retina-scan locks, and so forth. So far she has only used this skill to sneak sansiba pastries from the baker, though she has far since outgrown such petty crimes.

First Aid—
Novinha is an excellent first aid giver, always equipped with bandages and rudimentary medicine no matter the situation. Even in her ambassador dress, the pockets underneath the elegant composition are stuffed full with emergency supplies.

Linguistics—
In the age of translation devices, Novinha has developed a passion for learning languages on her own. She is fluent in Galactic Common, English, Proctor Traditional (the language her title comes from), Proctor Simplified (a kind of “Morse Code”, a combination of clicks, barks, and in her case- roars. It can be written and read, though it most commonly is not), Common Sign Language, Proctor Sign Language, and American Sign Language (if it exists in this universe), as well as several extant forms of Earth language (ex: French, Italian, Spanish, rudimentary Russian).

Combat—
Novinha is trained in several forms of combat. She is well versed in most forms of swordplay, unarmed combat, even a Procterian form of grappling comparable to Brazilian jiu jitsu. She is a ruthless teacher, and that’s nothing compared to what she demonstrates as a fighter.

Personality:
Diplomatic-
At her core, Novinha is a very peaceful person, she will explore every option available before resorting to violence. She approaches every situation in life with the mindset of an ambassador, striving to solve everything with her words instead of her fists.

Observant-
It’s hard to hide anything from Novinha. Often times, she knows her opponent better than they know themselves. This is useful both in diplomatic situations- she has stopped many an assassination this way- and in combat situations.

Ruthless-
When all other solutions have been exhausted and violence is the only option, Novinha does not hold back. Her allies know her as a fierce warrior, and her enemies know her as “Taia’ De’ Al-Do Rena” (“The Woman Who Walks With Death”).


History:
—Born on the third cycle of the red moon on the planet Proctor, in the capital city of Corinth
—Parents were linguists working to translate their language of clicks and barks into written word
—Received education at Corinth Academy for the Exemplary, went on to enlist in the Procterian Militant Force
—Was deployed in the last battle against the “Shadow People”- their cousin species Procerus atricolor
—Received a battle wound that left her unable to speak for a short time, leading to her inventing Proctor Sign Language
—Became an ambassador for her planet, working to solve intergalactic conflicts
—Married to the Queen’s son, “Teo’ Do’ Penta Wei” (“He With Five Eyes”), the future king of Proctor.
—Boarded the ship with him to escape the suffocating life of a royal
—Currently being hunted down, albeit with less resources than she would have expected…almost like someone wanted her and the prince gone…

Affiliations:
-Alameria, Queen Regent of Proctor

 

[Tapfic]

Name :
Reija Fallen

Alias:
Red

Age:
26

Pronouns:
She/Her

Classification:
Human

Position:
Combat specialist

Weapon(s) of choice:
Twin Naginatas, she can fire a gun as well as the next girl, but doesn't really like it. The poles can be shortened by pushing on them, this is used for storage, and to make them easier to swing by their chains.

Misc.:
- Only goes by Red, very few people know her given name.

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  Appearance:
  (no credits cuz i just drew her lol )
  5'4, 120 lbs.
  
  A strong girl with fiery hair, scattered freckles and vermilion eyes. Her clothing is generally comfortable above all else- if not a bit revealing. Her build is athletic, and her expression is bastardly.
  
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  Red has lived an eventful life for such a young girl, but as far as her reputation is concerned- she has always been an entertainer. How she went from dancing on a stage to roughing it out in a pit of blood, sweat, and other bodily fluids that might wind up on the floor in a fight: unknown.
  
  She does know she joined her first coliseum match on her 20th birthday though. A position was open, and she wanted the money. Dancing and fighting certainly had their overlap- or at least enough to win her the prize money.
  
  As one match stretched into years, learning the ins and outs of different alien abilities, how to counter them, and what styles their cultures brought to the ring- she lost less and less. Until even the most hardened gladiator in the ring struggled to land a hit.
  
  Not to say she never lost of course; she threw plenty of matches. Notably the ones where she had asked an associate to bet on the underdog.
  Her losses were pretty damn convincing too; blood, sweat and tears- she might have become a better actor than she was a fighter; if that was possible.
  
  Until she got caught.
  
  Now Red was always a fan of a gamble, but trying her luck against a stadium of fighters itching for a chance to get back at her for their losses... Yeah, no thank you.
  And so she grabbed up her ill-gotten winnings, and hitched a ride on the next ship to doc. The Avius.
  
  The crew would certainly know Red as a shameless flirt when it came to pretty women, and someone who makes less than wise decisions around alcohol. Her jokes are obnoxious 80% of the time, she has a bit of a gambling habit, and takes more risks than what would ever be healthy for any individual; but at least she's friendly.
  
  
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  - numerous ex-girlfriends
  - The Galus Intergalactic Colosseum and Casino
  
  
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[IDKnuggets]

[Artist- S.J Jung]

Colton Douglas Graham ​

Basic Information

Alias Goes by Colton Galloway. Cole or Colt to friends, Ace or Galloway to others.
Age 27 Earth Years
Pronouns He/Him
Classification Cybernetically Enhanced Human
Position Pilot
Weapon(s) of choice
Plasma-Caster Handcannons (Ace of Hearts and Ace of Diamonds)
Sniper Rifle (Ace of Clubs)
Combat Knife (Ace of Spades)
Misc. Theme

Personal Information

APPEARANCE
Ace is a relatively tall man standing at 6’4”, a height he reached even before having his cybernetics installed. Like most of Captain Galloway's crew, he received cybernetic upgrades once he had come of age and finished growing. His eyes were originally a teal blue color, but now are a glowing orange. His white hair however is natural, a common trait amongst the Graham family. There is a small scar running down from his lower lip, near the left corner of his mouth.

REPUTATION
Ace has changed a lot throughout his years and travels. Though he was born and raised to a rich, snobby mining family with an easy road promised from day one that life grated on him. His eyes always found themselves on the stars, dreaming of escaping the life a Graham was sure to follow. Marrying a woman his parents had chosen for him when he was only five, and some day heading the family mining company. It felt like his entire future was a pre-destined prison sentence.

That was until the day he met Captain Galloway of the ship Orion. Kade Galloway took an instant liking to the young Graham heir, and Cole admired the captain’s many storied adventures. After three months of knowing one another however, Colton would discover the real reason Kade had such a vested interest in him when Galloway and his crew robbed a transport vessel Colton and his parents were traveling on. Galloway had, however, grown quite fond of the boy and offered him a place on their ship. A place Colton readily accepted with the intentions of earning his way to a ship of his own.

Life as a pirate could be rough, and his time with Galloway’s crew beat the aristocrat out of Colton. He can still be a bit of a smug pain in the rear, but he learned the skills to back it up and to judge people based on their own talents rather than their social status. On top of being full of himself, Colt can also be obnoxiously sarcastic and slow to follow orders. His crew may mean a lot to him, and he would readily give his life for those he trusts, but he’s sure to complain about it the entire time.

It took Ace five years, but he was able to scrape together enough money to get a ship of his own. The ship would be manned by himself, his childhood friends Sean and Ky’daei, and a few other crewmates Sean recommended. Colton and Ky’daei never suspected that Sean would double cross them, stranding Cole on an alien world and taking Ky’daei elsewhere.

Colton struggled to survive on the planet, one aware of but incredibly prejudiced against off-worlders. He became adaptable, forced to work odd, rarely legal jobs to get by until coming across the Avius. Though hesitant to trust a new crew after being stabbed in the back, joining up with the crew of the Avius meant once again having a ship to pilot until he could get back to his own. It also meant a chance to find Ky’daei… and Sean.

Affiliations

AFFILIATIONS

Ka'zad
Funnily enough, Ka'zad reminds Cole of Ky'daei. Because of this he lets down his guard around Zad a little too easily, a fact that bugs Cole to no end. Ka'zad knows that Cole comes from money, though not what family. He has also let Ky'daei's name slip once or twice while talking to Zad.

Xersai
Cole has a surprising amount of respect for Xersai, clearly recognizing her as the one in charge and even calling her 'boss'. He enjoys having a drink with her when the opportunity arise, and has drunkenly grumbled a word or two to her about some bastard named Sean and how he wanted to shove his rifle where the sun don't shine.

Gray
Colton views Gray as an innocent, somewhat naive boy. Almost like a younger sibling, despite their close age. This is mostly due to what a quiet, nervous wreck Gray had been when they found him. As the navigator, Gray works with Cole and Lisa often. He would have heard Cole talk about an old crew, one made up almost entirely of cyborgs like themselves.

Novinha
Though he would never admit it, Cole found Novinha very intimidating when they first met. He is still unsure about her, but does or would admire how she fled from the royal life for much the same reasons he left his own family business behind.

Red
Red is the crew member Cole has found most interesting. She reminds him of Kade Galloway, and while he would claim to trust her least of all because of this he actually mistrusts her the least out of everyone he has met since Sean stabbed him in the back. She is the only one he would have mentioned his pirate days to.

Maya
While her work as a mechanic is impressive and he respects anyone who can keep his ship running, what Cole most admires about Maya is her artful bullshittery. Anyone who likes screwing with people as much as he does is alright in Cole's book. She's heard a story or two about Cole pulling some pranks on snoby aristocrats when he was a kid.

Juno
Cole tries to stay on Juno's good side. After all, he's still human enough to want a medic around. With his numerous cybernetic enhancements, his visits to the infirmary are usually to sleep off a hangover rather than for a checkup.

Lisa
As a fellow pilot, Lisa is the crew member Cole works with most often. He enjoys being around someone with a shared passion for flying and high regard for freedom, and respects Lisa as a self taught pilot. Her high moral compass, however, can be a bit of a drag. She would have heard Cole talk about learning to fly from a man named Kade, his mentor.

Cerus
Cole can have a hard time handling Cerus. He doesn't dislike the man by any means, but is unsure how to act around someone so outwardly affectionate and is bothered by how naturally sneaky he is.

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Graham Enterprises​

The corporation run by Colton’s family, dealing primarily in mining operations as well as private security. As far as they are concerned Cole was kidnapped as a boy, and may very well be dead. They do still offer a reward for any information on Colton Graham.

Nathanial Graham
CEO of Graham Enterprises, and Colton’s father.
[Artist- Jane Mere]

Callum Graham
Colton’s younger brother and heir to Graham Enterprises in his absence. He would prefer that Cole not be found. [Artist Unknown]

Sean O’Keane
Colton's childhood friend who stabbed him in the back and stole his ship. Cole hopes to hunt he and his crew down for revenge, and to get his ship back.
[Artist- Alen Li]

Ky’daei Tiluum
Colt’s best friend, to whom he was once engaged. Neither was interested in an arranged marriage, and at first wanted norhing to do with one another. They did grow close after being forced to spend a lot of time together at children, but are more like family than lovers. Colton has no idea where she is now. [Artist- AstronautCat]

Kade Galloway
A pirate Colt met when he was young, captain of the ship Orion. He was Colt's mentor in many ways, and the one who taught him to fly. To avoid being recognized, Colton took on Kade’s surname once Graham Enterprises began putting out missing flyers. [Artist Unknown]

 

[Ayan]

"I'd love to chat, would prefer not dying though."

Mayarr Nezeuki

Alias : Maya

Female(she/her) | 23 cycles | 176 cm | 65 kg

Classification: Alien [Feliak] | Fur Pattern: Yellow with black stripes

Position: Mechanic | Homeworld: Hedros V

Personal File: Reputation

Mayarr, or as almost everyone actually calls her Maya, is an analytical and determined crew member of the Avius. She takes her job very seriously, she takes fucking with people only slightly less seriously. She is far from a hard ass, even if that is a common first impression people have of her. She enjoys conversation and genuinely cares about her fellow crewmates, as well as the ship itself. One of her favorite ways to pass the time, when she isn't tinkering with something, is to mess with anyone around her, using her serious and seemingly no nonsense manner of speech and action to bullshit, joke, or confuse anyone she thinks it'd be fun to. But when things do actually become serious, she is more than capable of meeting the demands of the situation. Rarely does she ever demand silence or really anything from anyone, especially her fellow crewmates, so when she does, normally it's for a good reason.

Maya has no love of her home, or of any one location really, she has a drive of wanderlust and curiosity, having prodigious talent in several fields of engineering and physical sciences, she attained a university level education early, ultimately ending up with several doctorates that she only flaunts when she's really annoyed. For her, it was all just what came naturally, she got into all kinds of things she shouldn't have as a kid, the town oxygen generator, radiation shielding components, electrical boxes, really anything she could get her paws on. This also led to her developing quite a few talents for stealth. Ultimately, she wanted to get off world, and more importantly, work on a ship. The peak of contemporary engineering, there was little more she could hope for in terms of keeping her engaged. Besides, she needed an environment that regularly crossed interstellar space to work on a pet project of hers. A folder of digital programs and data collection algorithms, as well as a physical object faintly resembling a battery cell, collectively known only as "Project: Elaris" despite her regularly working on it, and making comments about it. No one besides her has any actual idea what it is so far. Regardless, her need for such conditions led to her joining the Avius. Finally a place she could fuck with electronics and mechanical devices and no one would yell at her for it.

Species Profile: Feliak

Feliak's are a race of carbon based mammalian feline humanoids. While relatively rare, the species is widely distributed, and tolerate similar environments to humans. Despite the clear signs of similarity between them and Terra based felines, there is no genetic link between the two, seemingly a case of semi-convergent evolution. Originating from a highly floral and faunally dense world humans classified as a "Jungle World" their homeworld Ester contains a single mega continent, and various categories of megafauna and megaflora. Feliaks ultimately developed intelligence some 30,000 years ago, and ended up dominating their world as apex hunters and ultimately civilization builders.

Traditionally Feliaks held loose animistic spiritual beliefs, though these set of beliefs differed from person to person, and the race never developed organized religion. This does not mean that in the modern day no Feliaks hold to certain faiths, but it is not typical of the species. Feliaks spent much of their history in periods of relative peace, with all out war completely unheard of, with the exception of a single event 12,000 years ago known simply as "The Feliak War." This can potentially be contributed to the fact that overall, the species formed many small societies of a mostly anarchist and egalitarian nature, rather than larger states. Commonly these social groups are called "Packs" or sometimes "Tribes" though most Feliaks find both terms offensive, and prefer their native name of "Makri" which translates roughly to communion of progress.

Despite this decentralized societal form, most Makri were highly cooperative with each other, engaging in both barter and currency based trading, exchange of research and ideas, and relative freedom for Feliaks to move from one Makri to another. Feliaks are obligate carnivores, and due to their relatively small size compared to the megafauna on their planet, and their efficiency in hunting even from an early era, food shortages were scarce to non existent. This is with the single exception of the "Preeq Merti" which translates into Purple Death or Purple Blight. This was a disease that ravaged the predominant species of trees on the planet, and as many of them died, due to the sudden loss of shade and shelter, many more specialized specimens of flora were incapable of coping with the change of environment, this led to a level of mass extinction, as the estimated biomass of the planet dropped approximately 43% also leading to mass famine, forcing many Makri to band into alliances, or "Estrin(Great) Makri" many of which ultimately fought bitterly with each other for hunting territory or livestock, leading to many casualties. Following this event, Estrin Makri became more common, leading to the development of the first true cities of the species.

Most Estrin Makri functioned in a similar way to democratic capitalistic societies, though rather than the individual making decisions or accumulating wealth, Makri would as a whole. These Estrin Makri still exist on Ester itself, though off the predominately Feliak homeworld, most of the species will find groups both with their own species and others to form Makri of their own, and typically act within such Makri rather than truly individual. Most Feliaks are heavily reliant on social interaction and group dynamics, depression and other clinical mental welfare issues are almost universally reported by Feliaks who feel alone or without a group. Besides this, the species is naturally curious, and combined with some of their physical qualities, such as incredible flexibility and prehensile tails, they commonly take occupations that involve a mix of both mental and physical exertion, becoming bored easily if not engaged in both aspects.

Cargo Log: Personal Items [Mayarr Nezeuki]

Black full body soft suit, reinforced with rad resistant lining and emergency environmental protection systems Personal Comment: "Last time I get hydraulic fluid in my fur. Normally wearing this f

Nano Particle Elysis Multi-Tool Personal Comment: Sure beats carrying a tool box around, even if it's about 10x the cost of all the tools in one.

Custom Hyper Transit Datapad Personal Comment: If you touch it again, I will rip your throat out. You know who you are, it records fingerprints.

"Saber" Tri Barreled Ripper Cannon Personal Comment: Humans thought revolvers had a high caliber. Same size, half as many barrels, you figure out the rest. Custom tooled depleted uranium tipped rounds fired at .01 C, this baby can penetrate up to six inches of Duratite and most conventional models of power armor. Has enough stopping power to make an adult Dordrut reconsider a charge.

"EstrinM4" 6 Gauge Heavy Autorifle Personal Comment: Can not be operated safely without either a tail, or cybernetic bracing. If I pull this kit out, shit's serious.

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Art by Brian Yuen

 

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  PROFILE

  NAME

  Juno Cybranth

  ALIAS

  Birdie

  GENDER

  Female

  PRONOUNS

  She/Her

  AGE

  24-years-old

  CLASSIFICATION

  Human

  POSITION

  Medic

  Appearance

  
  

  height:

  5’7” (170cm)
  

  weight:

  54kg
  

  hair color:

  Light brown
  

  eye color:

  Blue with a tinge of green
  
  Juno is a lithe woman with an athletic figure. She has light brown hair that she usually unceremoniously ties up into a high ponytail or bun, leaving her fringe wild and messy or hair-pinned out of the way. Tattoos adorn most of her body, from her arms and legs, stomach and chest to some on her face and neck. Her ears are stretched with large plugs and a small scar cuts through her right eyebrow. She has a large burn scar on her right shoulder blade area. Her clothing is well-kept and shows that she knows the importance of sanitary protocol.
  
  
  
• Reputation

  
  Born to a lucrative career criminal, Juno was short of nothing material. But there was one thing missing; affection and emotional support from either of her parents. Her father was of the belief that love came in the form of gifts and her mother was never the type to comfort or tell her daughter she loved her. Both of her parents were too busy with their own adult lives to notice their daughter's ups and downs, which left Juno to have to learn how to self soothe and manage her emotions completely on her own. Unfortunately, she had no basis to learn from and no one to show her how to cope with difficult feelings.
  
  When she was a teenager, Juno’s parents were caught up in a sting of their galaxy-wide drug business, leading to a lengthy prison stay and removal of assests gained from their criminal activity, including their family home. This left Juno homeless and with no way to earn money to buy food and other necessities. It took time for Juno to realise the weight of her parents’ sentence and what it meant for her and her future. She had envisioned a life of luxury and adventure - with no worries weighing her down. But childhood naivety was quickly dissipating and the reality of what it's like to grow up was sinking in.

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  Juno stayed homeless throughout her teenage years, scavenging for food and doing odd jobs to earn some money here or there. When Juno was around the age of 18, there was a tragic accident near the homeless camp where she was staying. A small space craft refuelling at a fuel station malfunctioned, causing it to crash into one of the support beams for the station roof. Sparks flew and caught fire to one of the fuel pumps, causing it and the rest of the station to blow up. All people at the station were killed and those on the edge of the camp nearby were harmed by falling debris, including Juno. A burning piece of rubble fell from the sky, landing on her right shoulder and soldering her top to her skin.
  
  Although her home city had a big homelessness problem, the governing powers were apathetic to their struggles. This meant that help would be slow to arrive, if it ever arrived at all. People in the camp were left to deal with the aftermath on their own for hours until emergency workers arrived. During the hours when there was no professional help, Juno‘s injuries were attended to by a fellow person living in the camp; a former nurse. Although her injuries were treated, she was left with a large scar on her right shoulder and emotional trauma from the chaos and pain that she saw on that day.
  
  This whole experience taught Juno the importance of community and how disadvantaged people are often left to fend for themselves during crises. She decided right then and there that she would train to become a paramedic; not to join the emergency services that neglected her community, but to serve others in underprivileged areas when they are in need of medical attention. After a few years of practicing emergency medicine, a job advert for the Avius popped up. The crew had the exact mission in mind that was so close to Juno’s heart. She knew she had to put an application in to join. Maybe her childhood dream of adventure would come true after all of these years.
  
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• Combat Data

  Weapon(s) of Choice

  001. self-defence pistol

  
  //Art by: Artem Kuznetsov//
  
  While Juno is no fighter, there are situations in which having a self-defence weapon is apt.

  002. Energy shield

  
  //Art by: Liu ZhenTang//
  
  Defending herself and any patients she is treating is of most importance. The energy shield is compact when not activated, but morphs into the perfect size to crouch behind. The shield has a stand that allows it to be stood up without being held, freeing up Juno’s hands to administer medical treatment.

  Other Equipment

  003. Medical scanner

  
  //Art by: Cane T//
  
  Assessing and triaging patients in chaotic and dangerous situations can be difficult. This is where Juno’s medical scanner comes in. The handheld device is able to scan through clothing to determine if any bones have been fractured, if there is any internal bleeding or other damage. It cannot diagnose all problems, so Juno’s experience, knowledge and other equipment is integral to providing the care and treatment patients need.

  004. Medkit

  
  //Art by: Vladislav Ociacia//
  
  The medkit includes all emergency medications (such as epinephrine, pain killers, sedatives, etc), bandages and other wound dressings, antiseptics and medical equipment such as scalpels, cannulas, tourniquet and spare needles. It easily fits into the front pocket of Juno’s backpack.

  005. Digital syringe

  
  //Art by: Gregory Trusov//
  
  The digital syringe can quickly deliver medications without the need for locating a vein. A vial attaches to the back of the syringe and the medication can be delivered into the patient with the click of a button.

  006. Portable Defibrillator

  
  //Art by: Wyatt Fox//
  
  In case the worst happens, Juno carries a portable AED in her backpack.

  007. Respirator

  
  //Art by: Chris Doretz//
  
  There are many things in the galaxy that can cause breathing problems, like toxins, dust and other pollutants. The portable respirator can be equipped with a pouch including the medication needed to treat symptoms, such as oxygen or salbutamol.
• Personality

  001.

  Guarded - Because of her past, Juno feels like she has to guard herself incase she is hurt. She puts up a wall because of this, not letting anyone become too close to her in fear that they might abandon her and that her efforts may all be in vain.

  002.

  Unaware of her own emotions (Alexithymia) - Being brought up in a house where her parents were emotionally unavailable, Juno wasn’t able to learn how to identify her own emotions or how to soothe herself. She can find it difficult to tell what she’s feeling and how to name those emotions.

  003.

  Introverted - Juno needs time to recharge after social interactions. This doesn’t mean she dislikes being around people, it just means her energy levels are refilled by spending time alone with her own thoughts and hobbies.

  004.

  Empathetic - Although Juno struggles to identify her own emotions, she does feel strongly for others who are feeling low or in pain. In learning medicine, she learnt how to tune into how patients are feeling and what questions to ask to make sure she is correct.

  005.

  Calm under pressure - Focus in the moment, stress quietly afterwards. If Juno lost it during critical emergency situations, she wouldn’t be able to perform her job correctly and to the high standard that is expected. She has to keep it together and focus on what the patient needs in order to give the best possible care that she can.

  006.

  Resourceful - Homelessness meant that Juno had to make do with what she had and adapt to lack of resources. Scavenging for items like coats, blankets, food and other unused items from store’s bins kept her warm, fed and gave her the ability to sell what she didn‘t use to be able to buy other necessities.

  007.

  Pays attention to details - Noticing details is incredibly important in medicine, especially in emergency medicine. It can be the difference between life and death. Symptoms and the way they interlock and affect each other can be difficult to spot and to attribute correctly if you aren’t both trained and detail orientated.

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  Name - Lisa Astapor
  Alias - Strix
  Age - 21
  Pronouns - She/her
  Classification - Space born Human
  Position - Pilot
  Weapon(s) of choice - She doesn't own any personal weapons but often carries a side-arm from the armoury.
  Misc. - Due to her ancestry, Lisa can cope with rapidly shifting G-forces.
  

  Appearance

  Lisa stands at five foot three with a slim frame, a product of her zero-G upbringing. Her hair is shock-white (with slightly darker grey highlights running through) that reaches just beyond her shoulders, framing her delicate face. Her features are sharp, pretty even, with her blue-grey eyes standing out among them, piercing and quick. In gravity, she moves with a subtle awkwardness that betrays her discomfort, but in zero-G she flows like water, her movements as graceful as a mermaid at sea.
  

  Reputation

  
  Lisa was born on The Holy Flotilla, a massive fleet of Human ships that left Earth centuries ago. Lead by a now dead prophet, they search the endless sprawling galaxy for a long-promised holy world, awaiting their arrival. Growing up on the Flotilla meant an environment of constantly shifting gravity and orientation, a wild world of ever-changing boundaries.
  
  The Flotilla was a failed endeavour from the start. A lack of hydroponic, fertility and navigtional expertise meant that it was doomed to wander the wilds of space, all the while it's population slowly dwindling. But, believing their mission to be divine they soldiered on, consolidating their population in sections of each ship, abandonning others, a sprawling maze of empty metal halls filled with technology andno one left with the knowledge to use it.
  
  As Lisa grew, she explored each ship in the Flotilla, her curiosity driving her into their abandonned rooms and forgotten corners. But it wasn't enough. She dreamed of exploring the universe, heading some direction other than that dictated by the Grand-Seers of the Flotilla. Though when she talked of these dreams she was quickly shut down, abandoning the sacred path was considered the greatest transgression, worse than any other crime aboard the Flotilla. So, brimming with angst and rage at her implied imprisonment, Lisa set about her teenage rebellion. In her wanderings of the Flotilla she had stumbled upon a half-dozen forgotten hangers, full of small ships left to collect dust. She was 12 when she first took one for a joy ride andfor the first time felt that she could chose her own direction.
  
  This escape fuelled her through her teenage years, the occasional flight becoming more and more frequent, her confidence growing ever higher. By the time she was 19 she was an expert pilot, her upbringing on the flotilla lending her almost super-human tolerance of the extreme G-forces. Though, as often is the case with the young and rebellious, her skill was paired with a cavalier recklessness. It was this flaw that left her adrift in space, her fuel spent and her face glued to the glass as she watched the Flotilla, the only world she ever knew, slowly drift away.
  
  She was adrift for three weeks, surviving on the merge (and ancient) emergency rations on board. She was eventually picked up by a salvage ship who agreed to take her to the nearest port in exchange for her vessel. With no real alternative, Lisa accepted and soon found herself on a foreign world, suffering under it's gravity. With no way of finding The Holy Flotilla again, she resigned herself to a new life, scraping together a living as a cargo pilot until she was picked up by the Avius.
  
  Lisa is a young woman stuck in her teenage rebellion. She is loaded with angst and bitterness, primed by a quick wit and sharp tongue, ready with a retort at a moments notice. She is reckless, carefree and irritable, in short... A real charmer. Though as with most young people this tough veneer is only surface-deep. With those she's close to she is surprisingly warm, to the point where her actions often embarrass herself. Robbed of a normal childhood she can be quite affectionate, and craves physicality. That's not to say she abandons her hostile facade entirely, she is still quick with a friendly barb or tease, ready to pounce on any opportunity. She is an incredibly moral woman, her heart always driving her towards the right thing. She absolutely abhors slavery and abuses of power, a hangover from her time aboard the Flotilla, and naturally values free-will above all else.
  

  Affiliation

  The Holy Flotilla
  A collection of some 400 ships, housing 3 million people at it's time of departure from Earth, that out upon the galaxy in search of the promised land. Lead by the charismatic Father Rangor they began their search for this fabled place, untouched even by death. Now, almost 300 years later, the survivers revere Rangor as a prophet, his sucessors leading the remnants of the Flotilla in their continued search. It is a strict heirarchial society with the Grand-Seers weilding absolute power over the rest of the disciples. Their beliefs are, in a lot of ways, similar to Puritanical Christianity in that they are monotheistic and spiritual. They often look down upon alien species, seeing themselves as God's chosen children and aliens as little more than animals. They shun technology, in particular any that tries to emulate or disgrace the work of God i.e. AI and body modifications.
  

  
  
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[Klown]

name – cerusylium jikmaisisa
alias – cerus
age – twenty-seven years old
pronouns – he/him
classification - alien
position - treasurer
weapon(s) of choice – cerus actively avoids physical altercations but if it’s unavoidable, he carries a stun gun with him.
misc. - [ anything else you think needs to be mentioned goes here ]

APPEARANCE

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body: stands at a height of 7ft tall with a long torso to accommodate his four arms. has a long, slim prehensile tail that he can control just as efficiently as any other limb. strong build in order to easily lift and transport patients.
skin: baby blue skin with reddish marks along the cheeks, neck, and temple. no obvious scars or blemishes.
hair: long, wavy maroon hair, pulled back or braided when working, otherwise kept loose.
eyes: bright golden yellow eyes that pop against the dark purple of his sclera. has a misleading gentle gaze. can stare for several hours without needing to blink.
other: has two horns growing atop his forehead. has sharp ears pointed upwards.

REPUTATION

Cerus was a dog bound by the leash of a multitrillion credit company that specialized in military grade cybernetics, Pyxis. He dealt with massive workloads to accommodate different planets and galaxies as well as the unique species and races that inhabited it. Not to mention the hundreds of secretive albeit lucrative dealings with the black market. The company, of course, rewarded Cerus handsomely for his work and discretion. He was the company’s best performing accountant out of dozens, and they couldn’t have him getting discouraged. Yet that’s exactly what happened.

Overworked to the point where he had no social connections or hobbies. Depressed that he was handing his life away to an organization that kept demanding more when he’d already offered everything. Even with the lavish parties he was invited to as an assistant to Pyxis ambassadors, the personal office space with the latest technology, and a mind-numbing paycheck, Cerus was unhappy.

During an excursion to a different planet where a meeting would be held regarding certain links in the black market, an ambush was staged and Cerus narrowly escaped with his life. It was enough to kick his brain right-side up and find his confidence to break the chains that Pyxis had on him. In some fortunate twist of fate, the Avius had stationed on that planet for unrelated reasons. A crew that promised escape and adventure, Cerus couldn’t say no to that.

It’s unclear where Cerus’ loyalties lie. He has a way of talking like he’s constantly lying, but oddly speaks more truths than not. His smiles range from warm and inviting to cold and dismissive, and the nuances aren’t so hard to miss for those who truly know him. It’s like a thin mask of political politeness is constantly in the process of being scraped off as Cerus slowly learns more about himself and lets that shine through.

Despite his sometimes-unsettling presence and way of sneaking up behind you without making a single sound, there’s something unmistakably comforting about him. Perhaps it’s his way of listening to any rants about problems you might be facing and never once responding judgmentally or thinking you’ve gone crazy. Cerus rewards impulsivity when called for and is particularly fond of courageous idiots. After having been kept in a strict regime, he admires those who color outside the lines. His advice veers towards the chaotic side, but he’ll never let you go blindly swinging into danger if he won’t be at the ready to help pick yourself up afterwards.

He's not shy in expressing his affections and endearment with the crew, even when the damages their reap are on the expensive side of things to repair. He ensures the crew is properly compensated for any job and gets incredibly scary when an employer doesn’t follow through with their deal.

AFFILIATIONS
im coming for all of you

 

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• DOCUMENTED DATA

  NAME

  Loren Zolijzeka
  ALIAS

  Lo / Zoli
  AGE

  9,753 Dalax Moon Cycles
  - Roughly ~25 Earth Years
  GENDER

  Male
  - He / Him / Dalaxian
  WEAPON OF CHOICE

  Hemotoxic Venom; Any Weapon in the Arsenal
  CLASSIFICATION

  Alien
  - ZX7 Anthropophagus Variant
  POSITION

  Weapons Specialist

  PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES

  
  HEIGHT

  180 cm
  WEIGHT

  72 kg
  
  Characteristic of individuals from the Dalaxian species, Loren sports sanguine hair and equally red eyes. His skin is a medium hue, though he distinctly lacks any pores and does not bear any superficial skin irregularities that are openly visible. His brows and lashes are black, as are any mucosal and oral membranes including but not limited to; tear ducts, tongue, and oral mucosa. His lips, however, are a natural ruddy hue.
  
  Common to his genetics and heritage, Loren’s iris' contain clusters of luciferin pigment which generate a luminescent sheen in low-light scenarios, however, this is more of a cosmetic feature that offers no physiological or morphological advantage.
  
  Dentition of Dalax individuals contains 8 more teeth, on average, than those of the human race. Including 4 additional canine and 4 additional molar teeth.
  
  Loren, comparative to his species, is of average height. Leaner on average than one would expect though this is accredited to an enhanced metabolism and prolonged intervals of fasting. Dalaxians are a naturally fit species, and do possess strength that is on average doubled compared to human counterparts, though this is irrelevant in combat among your own species.
  
  A feature unique to his species, Loren's teeth are exceptionally sturdy to grind bone and tear sinew. He possesses various glands within his mouth that produce hemotoxic venom and hydrofluoric acid to dissolve and deteriorate the resistant network of cells that make up Dalaxian skin. The interior of his mouth is resistant to such corrosive chemicals, though the same cannot be said for his surroundings or even his own skin. His toxins are potent in the most lucrative of means, so he had a brief career of dealing to underground markets for bioweapons and other nefarious means.

  Artist: insta:@dawit_min.kim
• REPUTATION

  It is gossiped, throughout the countless galaxies, that Dalaxians by nature must be ruthless, primitive, and hostile due to their culture and heritage of cannibalism. However, this could not be further from the innate truth. While individuals of the anthropophagus variant are indeed hostile, militant, and combative towards other Dalaxians, often to a fatal degree, the opposite is true for every other species. In truth, while Dalaxians are severely dangerous to their own kind, they are relatively harmless when it comes to other classifications; they are amiable and good-natured almost to a fault.
  
  Loren is no exception. He is almost at times too friendly and forthcoming, does not quite seem to comprehend the concept of social etiquette and personal boundaries but is eager to learn any and all customs. Shows absolutely no bias when it comes to other species even if some regard is warranted. Has an endearing sort of charm about him if only due to his brimming wonder and eager disposition.
  
  There certainly is a temperamental and irate nature to the man, though he is slow to boil over and even slower to rile. Not bothered by much and it takes a considerable amount of influence to phase the creature. Really only become upset or enraged when it comes to matters of his own heritage, his biology typically keeps him in a docile and friendly mood however. Criticism and negativities as a result often do not register as they are intended to be, and Loren is prone to misunderstanding the circumstances of the situation as a result. In the same sense, his sense of humor is a bit distorted as he is quick to laugh even if he does not currently understand the joke or even in the absence of a joke altogether.
  
  You will certainly be aware of the rare occasional that Loren is in a less-than pleasurable mood, as he ceases andy and all communication and vanished off to God-knows where by himself for a few days. If escape is not possible, he'll sequester himself in a locked room for a period of time.
  
  Be it that on his home planet, Dalaxians were the apex predator there is a distinct lack of fear and apprehension altogether within Loren. This has proved to be more of a hindrance than anything. Tends to find himself in trouble without even realizing it, though despite his unassuming stature he is often capable of getting himself out of whatever hole he dug. His prior lack of outside influence has made initial integration difficult, but he soaks up information like a sponge.
  
  Loren, for all his upfront kindness, lacks a conscience. Violence is very much so a means of comfort for the creature, though it is rarely misplaced or disproportionate to the situation. He is very much so an individual lending his services to a team. Possesses a sense of loyalty though not necessarily duty; he will do what must be done to proliferate his own means before that of the crew. However, as he currently either does not possess any goals or has kept those a secret, he is content to bend to the whims of the majority.
  

  AFFILIATIONS

  Numerous Illegal Arms Contacts
  ENEMIES

  Any fellow Dalaxian

  ADVENTURES WITH AVIUS

  The Dalaxian species is a relatively new one to be incorporated into the Intergalactic Federation, a previously self-contained biome deep within the confines of the ZX7 Quadrant in the newly discovered Dalax Ring Galaxy. It is a rather universal mystery as to how the Dalaxian species has not run itself into extinction, as individuals are documented to exhibit severe species aggression and anthropophagus qualities. It is unclear as to how the population upon Dalax remains constant, as most individuals do not tend to survive past childhood.
  
  Dalaxians are recorded to be wholly solitary creatures on their home planet, and again there is uncertainty as to how the species reproduces and thrives in such cannibalistic environments. Hyper-aggression is observed within the species upon close proximity to individuals who share similar genetic codes. For creatures partaking in such primitive savagery, their society is a rather advanced one and individuals tend to possess average to above-average intelligence.
  
  It was an exploratory enterprise ship that discovered the planet nestled within the ring galaxy, and upon cordial interaction with government officials, Dalax was invited into the fold of the Intergalactic Federation. Despite the relative diplomacy Dalaxians showed to outsiders, there was a high morbid curiosity in the culture and functions of such a society.
  
  Despite a lack of outside influence, inhabitants of Dalax were considerably adept at integrating and adapting to the various language and cultural differentiations of the infinite classifications to grace the galaxies. Loren himself made his disembarkment of his home planet by way of an illegal stowaway on a visiting enterprise, as despite the favored friendliness of his people immigration and emigration were heavily regulated as to not invoke further civil wars and mass revolution.
  
  Loren found he had a knack at the more unsavory occupations, be it running fabricated contraband or being the one to fabricate himself. Made a bit of a name for himself among arms dealers and certainly has an inclination as to how various rays, pulse rifles and the like. Enjoyed his work enough, though he wanted to explore and see more of the world around him. During his stint as a figure of the underworld dealings, he made quite a few contacts and was pointed in the direction of the Avius upon expressing his boredom with the current state of things. Turns out they needed someone who knew Loren's certain expertise, so he jumped on the opportunity with gratitude.
  

  Artist: insta:@dawit_min.kim
• MISCELLANEOUS

  SHINY

  Innate fascination and penchant for shiny and or glittery objects- regardless of their actual worth will hoard literal trash
  APPAREL

  Enthralled with human fashion and clothes
  X-RAY

  Loren possesses the duality of not only heightened vision but the ability to alter his cone receptors to equip x-ray vision. His color perception is altered to that of grayscale, but heat signatures and sources of radiation are denoted by hues of red and green respectively
  OH WOW

  Normal for his species, but Loren's tongue is around 9 inches long to maximize the efficiency of venom and saliva production
  BIOHAZARD

  Loren's saliva is a compound of hydrofluoric acid, and he's been chastised numerous times for his drool corroding the ship's floor and various metal surfaces
  CARNIVORE

  Loren's digestive tract is evolved to consume a strictly cannibalistic diet, though due to numerous internal fat stores he is capable of withstanding long duration without any consumption
  MY BAD

  To combat the acidic nature of his drool and saliva, Loren is often seen eating copious amounts of calcium, sodium hydroxide, lime or similar strong bases though he often claims complains such substances taste bad

  THEME

  Artist: insta:@dawit_min.kim

 

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Appearance -
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Standing at 5'9" at the head, Ariiasq could be described as "odd-looking" or "strange" or "stork-y". They have only ever called themself—in a complete deadpan—a "Tynak". And Tynak they are, carrying their species' signature, almost aquatic appearance, "hinged" tibias, and four eyes.

They're usually clothed in whatever strikes their fancy at the time, but more often than not, it's blues, oranges, blacks, and dull reds all in the spirit of their utilitarian lifestyle. Which is to say anything they wear must have outside pockets and inside pockets and if there is a loose string, it will be eliminated.

Arii cannot get rid of their blue markings


Name - Ariiasqthylinh Auth Raa


Alias - They're known by many names, but mostly just various butcherings of their first name applied to whatever pronunciation rules are in the language they're currently using.


Age - They don't know; stopped counting at around a century


Pronouns - They/them


Classification - Alien

-Tynak
Tynak are a small, costal humanoid species from the southern hemisphere of the planet Vyrrn. They're characterized by their ability to change their colors at will, hold their breaths for up to twenty minutes (when properly trained), and the extra joint in their tibia controlled by the backward-facing fibula. Outside of their home planet, Tynak are viewed very much as pests, as they are very physically delicate and often take to doing crime due to their poor handling of any jobs requiring labor.


Position - Stowaway/conman


Weapon(s) of choice - The power of suggestion, Tynak-typical abilities (they can only hold their breath for around six minutes, though), an inability to shut up, long-range rifle complete with electromagnet-propelled vacuum-cleared metal shards that barely count as bullets but work fine (railgun. It's. It's a railgun.), sticky fingers.

Reputation - Though their intergalactic reputation leaves something to be desired, in the time Arii has existed, they've done many things—none of which under their own name, and all in disguise. Wherever they've been, scandal lies in their wake—a noble with illegal substances gets convicted—an enforcer pilot rigging his assigned aircraft—hell, even companies have been hit once or twice, though they've found doing so is far too much trouble and not lucrative enough for the years they put into it.

Still, wherever Arii goes, chaos follows like hounds on a fox tail.

So imagine their surprise when they find people—people like them—oopsie-daisy-ing their way through conflict like the true merry band of morons Arii felt like they would always belong with.

They had to get on that ship.

And they did—not like it was hard—they've been breaking into places since they were a teenager. It was practically second nature. Still, they couldn't help but be disappointed at how quickly they were found.

Spoiler: Other backstory bits

Never in their life has Arii had a proper ID. Their parents never knew the need for them, as Vyrrn has a very low population, and IDing every ship is simply impossible. So, Ariiasqthylinh Auth Raa is a name most definitely not in any database anywhere. Understandably, not having such a thing makes existing quite the chore, as using credits without identification to go along with it is an... interesting task.

And—well—Tynak are criminals. They're expected to be criminals. Their parents taught them how to be a criminal—"just in case"—and what were they to do? They were good at it. They got praised for it. Just as their siblings had before them.

So what if it bled into their adult life when they promised it wouldn't? So what if whenever they tried to stop they tripped and stumbled, finding themself drowning in a costal storm of a system they didn't understand? They could do whatever they wanted.

They just... didn't want to stop.

They were going to get caught, eventually. They knew that. They'd get caught. They didn't know what they were going to do when that happened. They were twenty-six when they fucked up a mission. When they stayed too long. Lied too loudly. Brushed hands against a few too many people's pockets.

And it could only be their luck that they were caught by a fellow in crime.

Carmine was many things. An annoyance, a liar, and a fraud, but he was also Arii's best friend and brother in crime. They became partners—calling it in all jest "the family business", and taking on larger and larger jobs. They escaped by the nonexistent skin of their teeth more times than either of them were willing to admit. Still, they were quite litterally thick as thieves, so when Carmine slowed—and eventually stopped—his criminal activity to go to college so he could become an aerospace engineer, Arii grinned, forged them some identities, and supported him all through college.

Carmine stopped off to walk the straight and narrow, and Ariiasq couldn't fault him for it. They, however, didn't have any idea what they were going to do with themself. They didn't want to go to school (too dangerous, too many people), but frankly, crime was growing boring.

So they took up people-watching.

They still spoke with Carmine regularly—he was enjoying his new job, and was encouraging Arii to find something they wanted to do. They didn't quite know what that was, yet. They did, however, know they were really good at one thing; picking people and their cultures apart and figuring out how they ticked. They told Carmine "eventually. Maybe later. One day." and still haven't made good on that promise.

Misc:

- Arii's secondary eyes (the orange ones) are red-yellow colorblind and are used mostly for better depth perception.

-Ace/aro

-If you drop them in water, they will sink.

-In their time alive, Ariiasq has decided anyone with a lot of money is automatically an asshole.

Affiliations - N/A

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Tynak

Habitat and relevant adaptations:
Vyrrn's fourth quadrant is halfway desert, halfway ocean, with towering mountains and sheer canyons in both water and sand. Costal storms are common—regular, even—and wreak havoc on all who come across their paths. Except the Tynak.

When the world parted and the winds changed, early Kryn (the mother species of Tynak and modern Kryn) were left on the island that now makes up Vyrrn's fourth quadrant, and ravaged by hurricanes and waves, they made their way underwater, taking to living in oceanic caves with air pockets and fishing for their food instead of gathering. It was here they developed their signature thin, translucent scales and the underlying pigment/crystal lattice that allows them to change their colors.

Tynak's metabolism varies greatly depending on their outside environment's temperature, as that of the ocean could change very quickly depending on the depth of the dive. It is rare, but if a Tynak is kept in a cold enough environment, they might develop a behavior similar to bulimia wherein they eat as much as they can and later force themself to vomit simply so they can do it again, as their bodies cannot stop making the hormone that influences their hunger. If left to do so, this will kill them very quickly.

Due to living partially under water and the struggles that come from such, Tynak have very weak, bendy bones that—while perfect for pressing in just enough for them to squeeze out of whatever hole they might have gotten themselves stuck in—are very, very delicate and cannot handle too much weight before snapping. A well-exercised human could probably snap the average Tynak's arm.

Diet:
Tynak eat mostly seafood, and absolutely must have a very high-fat diet, as their metabolism runs very quickly to keep up with the body's perceived temperatures. They do not often store fat, however, as their bones—as flexible as they are due to their Kryn heritage—are incredibly delicate, and can snap under such pressures.

Culture:
Tynak that remain on Vyrrn are often described as "practical", as they keep very few tokens or items without an immediate use due to their lifestyle. They are very blunt when conversing, and often don't take all that kindly to the odd anthropologist. This is primarily because verbal language is not their first language, and Tynak culture is very deeply embedded in expressing themselves through body language, as trying to verbalize underwater is far more difficult than simply showing what they mean. Further, Tynak games are often held below the surface of the water, and though it is true that they try to keep their possessions to a minimum, that doesn't mean they forgo mementos entirely, simply that if they deem it unimportant, they aren't going to keep it.

Many Tynak that are born off of Vyrrn are very disconnected from this culture due to the circumstance that created it. Sometimes, they're called some variation of "landwalker" by the native Tynak.

Other information:
-The first thing Tynak lose when kept away from the water for long enough is their breath capacity.

-Every Tynak has a marking that they cannot change the colors of.

-The pits in the side of a Tynak's face diffuse nitrogen out of the body to prevent decompression sickness.

-Despite popular belief that they're immune to oxygen toxicity Tynak can only dive around 130 feet deep before getting affected by oxygen toxicity. Within many communities, there's a soft ban on diving any deeper than 120 feet (even with an oxygen tank) due to how many deaths can be caused by such a thing.