Athasians

[Jingzu Lunaria]

Post character description here. No history or private thoughts, only what others would see.

[Eludî Uineru]

Elf
Female
6'6"

Dressed in desert robes of carru leather, it is hard to actually get a good look at this woman. Her form is hidden in a thick well-worn cloak, her head and face are wrapped up in straps that even conceal her left eye completely. Only her right eye shows, which has a red outer ring and a pale blue inner ring.

Once she takes these protective outer clothes off, it will show that she is rather pale underneath, her face angular with very high cheekbones, and her ears long and sharp. They are pierced in several places for small bone earrings, though many of those holes have began to heal, locking the earring in place.

On the left side of her face are three long, thin scars, running down from the forehead through the eye onto the cheek. The left eye is hazed over and appears blind. She has thick, chestnut gold-brown hair, falling to her hips in a thousand and one very thin braids, many of them decorated with beads, some with feathers. She does not appear to be old.

Her clothes are simple but extremely decorative; a jacket made of leathers and scales, decorated with stitches in different colours and geometric patterns, many beads and a number of feathers, pieces of bone, teeth and claws, and shards of obsidian and glass. She wears a long skirt of erdlu feathers over her long legs, brown leather gloves, and a necklace of small sharp teeth.

She carries a small pack, and a fine Elven longbow in plain sight.

[Nyu Bomber]

Tory "The Golden Titan" Red

Before you stands a colossus of a gladiator, her 11' 7'' stature and musculature frame blatantly giving away that she's a Half-Giant. From the exposed back and knees shown, you can see that her skin has a tan, almost a glow. Her breastplate armor is made of layers of brownish-yellow braxat scales: the greives on her feet that reach to her knees, the short gauntets on her hands that barely move beyond her wrist, the torso part of the armor with two straps over the shoulder and a lengthy, loin cloth-like skirt, and the helmet with dual red Trojan-brush thingys attached to it.

The woman senses you and turns. You could see before that she was holding a pole-like object angled to the ground in her right hand. And now it becomes apparent as she swings the weapon up into her left, grasping its handle with both hands: she wields a thanak, and an ornate one at that, a weapon where the two carven strips of wood keep vicious rows of pterrax teeth in place for tearing through skin and muscle.

Aside form that, there are other clues as to her occupation: a large, stuffed red backpack and multiple brown belt pouches around her waist.

You can't see the woman's face through the netting of braxat scales that leaves her visage in a cage, but she soon remidies that. Thrusting the thanak intot he soft earth, leaving it standing, she reaches up with both hands and unclasps the helmet. Once gone, she stows the helmet under her arm, taking the time to shake out the tight, blonde braids that make up her hair. She looks at you and tilts her head. A wide smile and sharp, blue eyes that convey a sense of innocence greet you. Contrasted deeply by the armor, weaponry, and light scars on her arms and legs.

She is The Golden Titan.

Her name is Tory Red.

And she loves to fight.

[Ptelcar]

Ptelcar Coldrock

Ptelcar stands at 5'10''; average for a pterran. His coloration is generally tan, with bands of dark brown along his arms and chest. Along with his pack and belt he wears a piece of leather armor, made from various animals. He has a kempt appearance, cleaning himself frequently. Along his shoulder stumps and his crest are tattoos. They bear no distinct design, just flowing lines that intertwine with each other. Ptelcar generally walks around with an expression of curiosity and interest; taking in the sights and people around him.

[Thanqol]

Inquisitor-Templar Aephero.

A singularly impressive figure, if there ever was one. Standing at almost six feet tall, Aephero is armored in the heavy, golden armor, lined with silver scales, that speaks of his position as a Templar of Urik. It's not metal, but it's carefuly presented to appear as it unless inspected closely. Two heavy shoulder-plates rise up to protect Aephero's neck, and these are painted green also with the line of silver around the edges. On the right shoulderpad he wears his Templar Seal, a red icon made of perfectly carved ivory. It's engraved with the golden lion of Hamanu.

Across his back is slung a huge, heavy Draji Sword with a carved skull hiltpiece, and around his neck hangs an amulet, wood painted gold, of a winged skull with crystal eyes. His arms are unarmored, save for some heavy leather gauntlets that cover half the forearm, and are sheathed in black silk. The band supporting his sword crosses his armor at the middle, with a buckle allowing him to drop it and his pack after a quick few seconds of untying - but the buckle is cunningly crafted, taking longer for those who don't know how.

A single belt pouch hangs from his belt alongside a number of dangling strands of blond giant hair, some tied around little ivory skulls, others around small crystal hourglasses filled with sand. A long, black silk and leather sheath hangs by Aephero's right side, with an agafari hilt and crossguard visible. The hilt is carved with the image of a lion, and the wood is a light golden colour. A green, sparkling pommelstone adorns the end. On one ring is a carved agafari signet ring, set with a shining, light-pink crystal.

Aephero's boots are heavy leather, and his pants are silken. His hair is black and windswept. He has a determined set of the jaw, and his head is framed by a high collar. Over all of this he wears a very dark red cape that sweeps down to knee length.

[Karan]

Karan appears to be an average human, early twenties, slightly shorter than 6 feet tall, around 180 pounds, with sandy-brown hair, ice-blue eyes, and a light-to-medium tan. He wears heavy dark-brown leather robes to shield him from the sun, with a well-made suit of chitin armor over it, to provide protection against the dangers of the wastes. An odd sigil adorns the right shoulder of the leather robes, a dark grey cloud, with obvious blue raindrops running down the sleeve of the robe, a similar icon hanging from a chain at his belt. He carries a well-made light wooden shield on his left arm, and at his right hip hangs a similarly well-crafted carrikal, the bone axe-like blade showing a fine edge. He carries himself with confidence that seems surprising given his apparent youth, he seems to not concern himself with others thoughts, but instead goes about his business without a second thought.

Karan is almost always accompanied by T'Chai, his Thri-Kreen slave/servant.

[T'Chai]

Ka'Cha, age 5 years 6 months, Hight 7' 4", Wieght 486 lbs. Her carapace is a standard sandy yellow with a multitude of minute lines streaking up the back of each fore arm and back from her eyes, down her back and ending in an ethereal pattern where all five groups meet near the center of her back. Her harness his a standard leather Kreen harness. Though this area is compleately covered by the back portion of her harness. Between the plates of sandy yellow chitchin are visible her powerful muscles, though as with nearly all Kreen they are extreamly compact makeing her heavy but strangely spindly. She always carries with her a Dsal Gythka of extream quality and has a large wooden sheild strapped to one of her superior arms. Additionally a Chatkcha is attached to each side of the hip area of her harness.

T'Chai doesn't understand any 'Dra' languages and as such depends solely on people knowing her language or useing her 'Clutch Leader', Karan, to translate.

[Almar]

Almar stands 5'9" and is no more then 160 lbs, his hair is black with premature lines of gray that go with the the few wrinkls on his face and the crows feet that sit in the corners of his green eyes. Almar is most offten seen in dark old robes with the hood pulled up shadowing his face and covering his hair.

[Elim Raam]

Elim Raam moves with a fluid grace the contrasts his slightly disheveled appearance—the sunken, unsmiling dark eyes; the thin, pale lips encircled by coarse facial hair; the faint chemical smell; the thick mane of grey-streaked hair; the gaunt appearance that comes from skipping a few too many meals. It seems that the only thing holding him together is pure force of will. Even so, he is rather attractive—the sort of man a woman might fall for, despite her better instincts.

Elim is a small, quiet man. Even so, one cannot help but pay attention when he speaks, which he does only after careful deliberation.

Elim wears whatever he deems appropriate—generally, this is a loose, thin brown cloak over tightly bound leather and cloth clothing, wrapped snugly around his thin body. Both of his forearms and hands are likewise wrapped with even thicker cloth and leather, leaving only his thin fingers exposed. He wears soft-soled leather boots. He wears a small crossbow on his back. A small, obsidian-spiked weapon dangles from his belt, along with various tools and pouches.