NAME: Khrystil Jak Swiftsilver

RACE (other than human; ie Cyborgs): Human

HAIR: Silver white, hangs to hips (style is up to you…)

EYES: green

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: athletic, medium height, lean. Tattoos along her left browridge and around her eye – tribal (feel free to have fun with the tats!). prefers clothing that is easy to move in, though now that she’s in the wilderness, she finds that the sturdier, the better. These days she always carries a hunting type dagger.

HISTORY: Khristyl was born a member of the dwindling upper class in the Alpha sector. She was trained in all manner of weaponry and hand to hand combat, though she honestly never expected to use them.

Her parents did what they could to protect her as the wars continued, but in the end, she was forced to flee with the others to find a new home off-world. The transport they were on was thrown off course, dropping them on a planet that was not scheduled to be colonized for years. Their ship was damaged beyond any hope of repair and the survivors of the crash were at odds about how to proceed. They had not expected to be dropped in a wilderness and did not have the immediate means to deal with it.

She now found herself in a world filled with beauty beyond imagining, though it harbored a dark secret. “They” were already here, waiting and watching as Earth set up colonies in their territory. And “they” knew that humans had fallen into their lap. It would only be a matter of time before they started their own harvest…

PREFERRED PERSONAL CHOICE OF MEDIUM: poser

SCREENSHOTS OR PHOTO URLS: can’t find… have to keep looking… *dammit*

NAME: Cornelius Trent

RACE (other than human; ie Cyborgs): Cyborg

HAIR: sparse and white

EYES: pale green

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: 5' 7" tall 120 lbs, 97-years-old, gaunt with greyish skin. Wears tailored suits that have life-support and exoskeletal equipment built in or threaded through.

HISTORY: Mr. Trent resides on Earth Prime trading in mechanical, bio-organic, and biological products and goods. He looks to the world as a frail man approximately 50-years old. most of his internal organs have been replaced with organs and cybernetics that he has accepted in trade over the course of time.

Mr. Trent takes powerful anti-rejection medication to accept parts not designed specifically for him. The combination of the chemicals and alien/man-made parts has over time drained him of the appearance of human warmth and given his skin an almost cadaverish sheen. His voice is smooth and strong but with a distant, synthetic quality. An insatiable and cunning will to survive coupled with the innate strengths of his artificial components and exoskeleten make him capable of surprising bursts of physical activity.

Mr. Trent is opportunistic, ruthless, and cunning -- friendly but not warm, pleasant and poised but not in the least caring.

PREFERRED PERSONAL CHOICE OF MEDIUM: Freehand Digital Art

SCREENSHOTS OR PHOTO URLS: No screenshots...go to town! I just made him up and I'm dying for you to show me what he looks like!

NAME: Geddy Leeorelius
RACE (other than human; ie Cyborgs): Cyborg Warrior
HAIR: Long, Brown, and Thick
EYES: Dark
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: 6'2, 220 lbs. Well cut from years of bar room brawling and lifting heavy frieght
HISTORY: Born out of the choice given two beings long ago...either conceive or die!!! The brutal experiments of the necromancers and alien priestkings made way to the life before you.

His Father being the sadistic and sometimes impersonal machine known as Syrinx Leeorelius, a madman in his own right. His mother, Teo Dominica, an artistic and soft hearted woman was forced to mate with this beast giving birth to the cyborg to be named Geddy Leeorelius.

Growing up as a young boy, life was a constant struggle. As an outcast cyborg trying to live among humans and thier undeniable distain for machine flesh, Geddy was constantly taunted and found himself in battle even as a youth. His training in tactical combat includes all the traditional forms of hand to hand as well as advanced training with lazers, cannons and a few unkown technologies to be revealed when needed. He always seemed to find solace in his art and bass guitar however.
Now at an age of 26 years, and many years of frieghter work behind him, he is a young starpilot.
Choosing to assist in the mass exodus of earth prime which will surely prove to be the grandest adventure he has yet to endure. Maybe he will even find the comforts of a good woman during this saga...*S*
PREFERRED PERSONAL CHOICE OF MEDIUM: DAZ Studio, Bryce, and PSP
SCREENSHOTS OR PHOTO URLS: None as yet but they are coming soon...*G*

NAME: Thanos (Athanasios Wieczorek)
RACE (other than human; ie Cyborgs): Cyborg
HAIR: Shoulder length dirty blonde in a ponytail – for facial hair he has a soul patch
EYES: Blue/Brown Hazel
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Looks to be late 30s, 6’2”, 190 pounds – large framed and built, muscular. Eastern European features. Heavy jaw, very prominent nose, deeply tanned. Chain smoker. Cleans up well and dresses to impress. Wears that universal standard item, the trench coat. Carries a big gun.

HISTORY:
Sometimes your crimes catch up with you, and sometimes they don’t – Thanos had experienced a mixed bag as far as consequences went. He’d pulled a lot of stunts in his day, run a lot of different games, and most of the time he didn’t get caught.

If only ‘most’ were all.

The first time he got nailed, running a drug smuggling ring from Prime to Alpha, the government decided to take advantage of the newfound alien technology and installed an inhibitor in his brain, meant to ‘suppress criminal impulses’.. It was lucky he knew a guy who knew a guy or he would have gone square, selling used cars or god knows what – as it was he got the hardware taken out two days after his release. While his buddies were in there, though, they added some new gear – now the base of his head may look a mess of glass and circuits, but he’s got storage space galore, not to mention the spiffy (though experimental) jacks.

Maybe he would have been better off without the new toys, though – Thanos got arrested again a couple years later, smuggling again, though weapons this time, and this time the government wasn’t inclined to be so lenient. Not wanting to blow more money on a forced rehab effort when they had a mass evacuation to worry about, they decided Thanos would be their new informant. One eye was replaced with a fake, a camera that looked almost exactly like the real thing – they were willing to risk someone noticing the subtle difference in the way the synthetic material reflected light. What looked like a plain hoop earring was in fact a listening device – now the government could hear what he heard and see what he saw. And there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.

Some day people will start to notice that everyone around Thanos gets caught while his nose stays clean, and when that happens he figures his number will be up. Doesn’t seem the intelligence agency much cares about keeping him alive, being a hardened criminal and all. Maybe some day Thanos will be able to accomplish his new goal – get rid of all the hardware and then just disappear. Until then, he’ll be the government’s puppet.

PREFERRED PERSONAL CHOICE OF MEDIUM: Freehand maybe, or mixed media. Digital painting or vectoring, with or without a photo
SCREENSHOTS OR PHOTO URLS: Still hunting, though your own interpretation is certainly welcome.

Okay found some reasonably accurate images in this person's gallery - a little on the young side perhaps but close enough. His hair is blonde and his eyes are hazel (brown/blue). They're different guys but both seem to capture his 'flavor'.

http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/26393625/?qo=110&q=by%3Abelami+sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/26395153/?qo=56&q=by%3Abelami+sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps

oops