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__________________ Name:No Son
Age:Three cycles, translates to about 30 years
Gender:Male*
SexualityDoes it move? Is it capable of thought? Does it look vaguely feminine (according to his species)? Well boy howdy, he gon' bang it.
Species:Alien. Hunter in their own tongue but commonly called Glowsticks by other species
Height:5'10"
Occupation:Assassin for hire
Residence:A single-man ship that he uses like a mobile home, presently piggybacking off of the Skeleton Grin.
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Physical description:No Son stands fairly tall for males of his species, with dark grey skin and acidic-yellow eyes, hair and markings. He sports a decent number of cybernetics, mostly in the area of ocular enhancement to better see in less-than-optimal conditions. Normally, all of this is covered up by thick leather armor, in order to dampen the fact he freakin' glows in the dark.
Personality:No Son is the sort to viciously insult you with such a smile that you're not quite sure if he's joking or not. Really, sometimes it's like he picks fights on purpose, and leads to the assumption that he has a masochistic streak in him a mile long. His complete lack of scruples let him take even the most distasteful of hit jobs, which he does without batting an eye. You want someone dead, and dead now? You call him.
Magic/abilities:Born and bred for stealth takedowns, No Son is a master marksman and assassin.
Relationships:None, he has been completely disowned and exiled from his entire species.
History:No Son is a fuckup, big time. There are few things that can get one in trouble on his home planet, especially when his gender is expected to engage in acts of wanton violence on a regular basis. The main rule is that this violence is never to be turned on the citizens of a city, ie a female. Males are free to murder each other as they see fit, but male-on-female violence is taboo to the extreme. But politics are a terrible thing, and he was the one who answered the call for a rival city leader to be put down.
Instead of being paid for the deed, however, his employers turned on him, and soon everyone was on the hunt for the male who dared to assassinate a high ranking city official. He was forced to flee, and has bounced from star system to star system as a gun for hire, before finally finding himself in Earth's own little corner of the galaxy.
No one on his planet would dare claim him as being related to them, and so he had his birthname stripped from him, and was left with the entirely shameful title of No One's Son.
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About them aliems:Hailing from a binary star system outside of ROTE's galaxy, encountering one of No Son's kind is extremely rare. They as a people have achieved interstellar travel, but have such loose systems of governance that expansion has not been a thorough topic of discussion. Primarily, their interest in extensive space travel is largely to do with potential colonization ventures, as their planet is not a resource-rich one. Typically, however, if you encounter one outside of their star system, you will likely be encountering a male.
In their native tongue, their word for themselves roughly translates to "hunter", as they are the apex predator of their planet, though they are more commonly (and somewhat derogatorily) referred to as Glowsticks. This is earned from the bioluminescence present on the males of their species.
They have a heavy kind of sexual dimorphism, where the males and females look vastly different from one another. Assigned males tend to be smaller (averaging at 5'6"), more wiry, and possess the bioluminescence their kind is famous for. These colors tend to range from poisonous looking yellows to neon blues. Assigned females, however, don't have this bioluminescence, and are much, much bigger than their male counterparts (their average height is between 7 and 8 feet, and they pack on far more muscle). Regardless of gender, all of the Hunters possess a series of poisonous barbs along their spines, which normally lay flat unless otherwise provoked.
The social dynamics are also different in how males and females are treated. Males live in isolation, possess a flexible "territory" and defend it aggressively from other males, usually to the death. Females live in groups, and have formed their own governance, cities and all around infrastructure. As the males are kicked out of cities after they reach a certain age, and often die soon after, they are not named in the same way that female children are. They take their mother's name as a surname like their sisters, but instead of a proper given name, they are referred to by numbers (First, Second, etc.).
This kind of attitude also leads to their social conditioning-- the males are forbidden from certain things, so they either have to have a female acquire forbidden objects for them, or they have to learn to sneak them. This ends up being good training for when they're out in the wilderness and have no one but themselves to rely on. Because of this isolation, the males tend to rely on stealth and ambushing in their combat, whereas females have the bulk and the numbers for more open combat should they need to defend themselves.
Because of the high precentage of violence between males, and with higher and higher populations of them, many have taken to the stars to establish territories outside of their own planet. These are usually the outcasts, either because they couldn't hold a territory on their home world out of weakness, or they committed a heinous crime of some sort.
