Remnants of the Earth

NAME
Annaluna Weaver

NICKNAME
Anna, Luna, Loon, Ann, Annie, Lulu, various other nicknames.

AGE
27

GENDER
Female

SEXUALITY
Kinda Picky?

SPECIES/ETHNICITY
Mostly Human. Mostly. 

HEIGHT/BUILD
5'5"

OCCUPATION
Musician

RESIDENCE
Technically? Errwhere. Owns an apartment in Haviah. Rents one is most other cities.


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PHYSICAL
Annaluna is a pretty enough woman. The lack of natural light has left her pale and rosy. Having curly hair has left her with the excuse to keep most of it long, too short and it's a floofy curly mess of a mop of hair. Even out of it's braid it's a curly floofy mop. Her eyes are a rosy pink colour which neither of her parents have. A fact she notices when ever she visits. Annaluna is slim, and from her neck to her wrist on the left side is a series of intricate tattoo's. Lines and swirls. They go down her shoulder blade, across her back to her right hip and from there to her ankle. It's an on going work of art and someday, maybe, it will be finished. The base outlines are there for now though and they'll do.


 
PERSONALITY
Stubborn. Hard worker. Annaluna is very bad at giving up and leaving without getting what she wants. It can come off as being rude but she expects the best from everyone and does her best to encourage it. If it can be improved upon she expects it to be. Annaluna doesn't know how to relax - not really. She's never had a chance to.

She's learning though. Learning how to appreciate sleeping in. Learning how to appreciate visiting her family and enjoying breakfast with them mid-to-late morning instead of spending the night and being up and out after eating an apple.  All in all, she can seem a little intense. Luckily for her though, she's losing the edge and slowly, oh so slowly, becoming less high strung.

ABILITIES
Annaluna has an extraordinary musical ability. From a young age she was always singing and making music, writing lyrics and plucking away at some instrument or another her parents got her - usually a ukulele of sorts. Drums. Flutes. Violins. Anything she could get her hands on she did her best to learn.

She can pluck her way through a song on the guitar and keep a beat. Sing a song.

The most impressive thing about her though is to pick up her favourite instrument ( besides her drum set ) and play her ukulele and narrate someone. Or sing them a silly little song. Perhaps about what kind of day it might be. Mostly silliness.

RELATIONSHIPS
Mom & Pops - She loves her parents! Gives them what she can when she can.

Arek (14) - Her biological son, being raised as her little brother. Annaluna had him when she was 13 or so and her parents legally adopted him - he is unaware his elder sister is actually his biological mother and Annaluna has no intention of telling him.


HISTORY
Born and raised in mid-level Adstreia, she took to music like a fish takes to water. She wasn't the best kid, getting into trouble and making mistakes. Annaluna liked to think she was all grown up and quite the little adult when her 'boyfriend' a then fourteen year old boy named Lucas, was drafted into candidacy. Thinking themselves tiny adults and Annaluna not enjoying the idea of her One True Love being gone for so long, they did that thing adults do in all the movies and shows and books before one of them leaves. They had sex.

Unfortunately for Annaluna, she never heard from Lucas again - to this day she's unaware if he's even graduated and became a Pilot or if he just... Never left. - still, he left a grand surprise behind. Nine months later, just a few weeks shy of her fourteen birthday, she gave birth to a son. Being a tight knit family, her parents were more disappointed in her choices of having unsafe sex than choosing to keep a child. After Annaluna they'd been unable to have more and they took to her child instantly.

Being too young to force herself into being a mother, her son legally became their son. Once it was settled, life went about as normal and instead of Arek being a son, he was her little brother. His hair was a little darker than the families and his eyes were a beautiful lavender and he looked just a little bit too much like Lucas... It was easy to explain as distant relatives - not a lie at all - and Arek accepted it as he grew up. Annaluna's eyes were pink which neither of her parents had. It was easy to accept.

As the years went on and as Annaluna grew, she continued her musical improvement. Nowadays she's a decently accomplished musician, able to support her family like she'd dreamed and now her only major problems in life is if she should tell her brother she's his mom. That and maybe she's tired of being single and should maybe join one of those dating sites.



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NAME
Teal

NICKNAME
Tea, "Gem"

AGE
32

GENDER
Male

SEXUALITY
--- 

SPECIES/ETHNICITY
Kulshedra

HEIGHT/BUILD
6'6" - broad and muscular, densely built.

OCCUPATION
Exotic Dancer.

RESIDENCE
Havina


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PHYSICAL
Has a nice butt!
 
PERSONALITY


ABILITIES
His milkshakes bring all the boys to the yard

RELATIONSHIPS



HISTORY


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NAME
Emerald Nebula

NICKNAME
Emmy

AGE
~136

GENDER
Male

SEXUALITY
--- 

SPECIES/ETHNICITY
Kulshedra

HEIGHT/BUILD
6'5" - broad and muscular, densely built.

OCCUPATION
Cybernetics installer/Surgeon

RESIDENCE
Havina


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PHYSICAL
He green and big and pretty.
 
PERSONALITY


ABILITIES
He is smart cookie.  Can take apart and put together most things. A near photographic memory. He has a delicate touch but a strong grip. Most predatory abilities given his heritage.

RELATIONSHIPS
Amelia Nebula  -    Wife  -  Deceased for ~20 years.
Iridescent Nebula - Son  -   Pilot Royal


HISTORY
Short version job version.
He was a doctor, trained to be a surgeon. Slowly over time his interest in the body turned into an interest in adding weird parts to it. The installation of cybernetic parts to work with bodies. Still to this day he's one of the leading hands on cybernetics.

Emerald met his wife when he was forty-seven. Amelia was a young twenty-two. It took them twenty-five years to have a child and Iridescent was the light of their life.  There was another fifty-something years of marital bliss -- though in the end it was just cuddles with a tiny weak woman. Emerald has mourned his wife for the last twenty years, working his hands to the bone for something to do. 

He's a boat without paddles or sail. He's just existing now.

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[Cheesi!]

There was approximately five minutes when there was no one in the locker room.

People were going out to the ring and others were headed back. That meant five minutes of no one in there. Which meant that it was a free for all and sometimes these guys had a lot of cool stuff. Aesir and his little gang had been planning it for a few weeks now - once they'd discovered the little sort of underground fighting rings. It was probably regulation - real credits were getting traded - but the illusion of it being illegal was a thing.

Aesir tightened his bandanna and fixed his backpack, licking his lip and glancing around. Entry actually cost him money but he was hoping to make up for it. People fighting in the ring didn't wear watches or have their devices on them. They kept that in their lockers. The lockers Aesir was going to pilfer. If he could manage it.

For the most part he looked unassuming. Young. He presented himself as overly enthusiastic about the match, chatting idly with a fan about their favourite fighter. How much they were betting on who. As the matches went on and Aesir fixed his sweater he slowly migrated back towards the lockers. So far things were going according to plan. The boy was dressed not too oddly, a dark blue hoody,his bandanna. He'd styled his hair to be a floof of green on his head. Sunglasses would have been too obvious so he kept his purple peepers out in the open.

A quiet calculation of who was going into the locker and who was going out. The sound of the bell.

Deep breath.

Cynthia was one of his buddies. She was flirting with security. Brandonn was flirting with the other security. Or distraction. Or actually planning to hook up after, knowing those two. Aesir slunk into the room before he took out one of his homemade gadgets. A 'master key' of sorts. Worked most of the time. Often enough for it to be worth it. Keys had been done away with a long time ago and the right putty for the right lock and it popped right open.

It took a couple tries, going down the line, before he got the first locker to open. Twenty seconds. Heart pounding, adrenaline rushing.Deep breaths. Fingers went through pockets and he found a watch and a hairpin? A quick examination of the hairpin and that got dumped into the backpack. Two more lockers passed that didn't match the serial area of the codes he had and then the third popped open. Deck of cards. Some jewelry. Cool. Perfect. Second one popped open.

Three minutes. Two to go.

Fuck this guy in particular. Aesir impulsively stole his pants and a few odds and ends from the pockets of the jacket, though he lingered a moment too long. The other lockers had just smelled like lockers and gross sweat. But the rush of familiar and feeling like home caught him off guard from this one and he lingered. His hand brushed over the jacket he found in there, eyes closed for a moment and he brought the sleeve to his face to breathe in it and feel like he was savoring a hug from a long time ago. Aesir didn't notice his bandanna fall into the locker, didn't notice it half hanging from under the door.

The timer he set to alert him that he had a minute to finish up and get out went off and Aesir jumped, hood falling from his head before he closed that locker quietly and went onto the next He managed to hit two more, getting what he'd think to be a pretty penny in more jewelry before he fixed his hood, made sure his face was covered and left the area. On the outside it looked as normal as ever.

The pants had been a bad idea. But fuck that guy. Aesir worried for a moment and considered briefly getting someone to sew the pants into some sort of stuffed animal because why did that scent feel so familiar. Aesir passed his friends, one who was now just flat out making out with a guard and the other who just looked to be having a grand old time. The plan was to linger just a little bit longer, pretend to watch the show and then bolt.

Deep breaths. Aesir closed his eyes, heart pounding before he just grinned and looked like he was enjoying the fight. Damn that guy was tall. His purple eyes lingered on a giant of a man with a mane of hair. Instantly he just knew that was the owner of the pants in his bag. Good. Fuck that guy. Licking his lips he decided that, of all things though, he really didn't want that one to find him and beat him up for his pants back.

It wasn't until he moved to pull his bandanna from around his neck to up over his hairline that he realized he'd dropped it somewhere. Shit. Fuck. That was his favourite article of not-clothing. He felt naked without it. Maybe... Against his better judgement, he went and hovered by the entrance, glancing into the room occasionally.

It was then how obviously a bad idea stealing the pants were, because half a leg was hanging out of the side and he was too concerned about his bandanna to notice.

NAME
Alastayr Jericho

ALIASES
Al, Jeri, Lasta, Last, goes by 'LastCall' as a real alias -- he is not inventive.

AGE
28

GENDER
Male

SEXUALITY
He's gotta at least like you first.

SPECIES/ETHNICITY
Human with enough other that he has purple hair and a weird swirling blue-green eye colour.

HEIGHT/BUILD
6'2", Built like an upside down triangle

OCCUPATION
Security for the Cancer station, a 'Red'.

RESIDENCE
Cancer Station

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PHYSICAL
Alastayr is a broad man. He's build big and sturdy and perhaps the only gentle thing about his appearance is his semi-pompadour hairdo that tends to curl up and over like a purple wave. He has a youthful slim face that's slightly pointed and lips a little on the thin side. A lack of braces left Alastayr with the slightest bit of an overbite which gives him a bit of an odd smile - so he tries not to smile often and instead does his best to keep stoic and neutral.



PERSONALITY
Likes rules. Likes organized things. His own life is organized chaos. Has a routine. Enjoys his routine, really dislikes when his routine is ruined (( outside of work at least. He hates unannounced guests ))


ABILITIES
Has some psychic abilities in the empathy field. For the most part he's unaware and just considers himself irrationally emotional at times when other people are such as well.

RELATIONSHIPS
Prolly has a mom.

HISTORY


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NAME
Harlequin Kingschilde

ALIASES
Harley, Quin, H - MooCow, Beast.

AGE
25

GENDER
Male

SEXUALITY
Pansexual, promiscuous

SPECIES/ETHNICITY
Kulshedra/Onyx and White

HEIGHT/BUILD
5'3" (161.54cm) /  Slim, lean muscled.

OCCUPATION
Pilot Cardinal - Solarta PR Department - Immediately under Neeko Reynard

RESIDENCE
Apartment in Solarta


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PHYSICAL
 Born and bred a kulshedra, Harley is an out of season child. Born when the mother was not at her 'prime' for breeding, thus making the pregnancy short and harder. Because of this, he's small and slightly 'discoloured'. He was born black with white spots, but as time has gone on, he's gaining more and more white scales. For most of his life he's had a tail, black and white like the rest of him, but an accident as a candidate meant his tail had to be amputated. There was a blow to his balance but it was either relearn or die.

Of course he learned how to walk again. There's a bit of a wobble to his gait or it's very calculated and extremely graceful. Because of the way he's built, what little height he has is mostly leg. His ears are half his expression and you can usually tell how he's feeling by the state of them.

PERSONALITY
  Harley is very unsure. What he did with confidence as a Candidate is done with a little hesitation now. Having been freshly chosen by a dragon not long ago, he's doing his best to mentally find the place of 'I'm a Pilot now' and not 'I'm a Candidate'. It's a thin line and he's having some trouble finding the right shoe size. Has trouble speaking up to those in higher ranks. Of course, deep down he's predator.  It can only be beaten down so many times before it hides and Harley's predator hides best. He's good at blending in and being polite. Harlequin is very good at getting a job done, having a kind of tunnel vision where he's bad at being side tracked, as such he's a very bad multitasker.  He's unable to write notes and talk on the phone.

TL;DR - The tidbits.

WORKAHOLIC
 Harlequin can't do nothing. He dreads weekends and free time. Harley as a working regular person ceases to exist when he has free time. Of course he's perfectly normal the next time he's at work, but if he doesn't have something to do he goes a little weird. As he's recently discovered, finding alcohol is a good way to fix boredom. He's also slowly collecting cook books, puzzles, calligraphy, clay. Anything to keep him busy and out of trouble. Trouble being someone else's bed.

KULSHEDRA
 As a kulshedra. He was raised human. The things little boys and little girls are taught are different from what little kulshedra children are taught and it shows. He's deeply ashamed of himself as a not-human and knows nothing of his more scaly heritage. He doesn't know how to process what his learned versus what his brain chemistry is telling him to do.

KINGSCHILDE
 While he's not blood related, Harlequin is a Kingschilde. They're an old family - very old - and from the upper levels. They have their fingers in many pies and own a number of businesses. Their main claim to fame is a line of alcoholic drinks, from very fancy wines to cheap drivle - though they don't put their name on that. While it's not a widely known name - it's High Class and usually only High Class would recognize it - it holds a lot of weight. Not for good reasons.

LOST
Harlequin is very lost. He's not a pet. He's not a rich prissy kid. Harlequin, as he see's it, is nothing. He's a Pilot but he works at a desk. He's itchy for more and his dragon doesn't want him to do that. Harley entertains the idea of just laying in the bathtub for too long or having accidents while doing dishes, but he knows it would be fruitless. So he hasn't tried it. Yet.


ABILITIES
Telepathy- Fairly decent. He'd been using it for a while before he even really knew what it was. It would occasionally get him into trouble - projecting his thoughts onto others. He's hesitant to use it on anyone but his dragon now that he doesn't have to.

Cryokinesis - Harlequin's downfall - or his salvation.  Harlequin was freezing the water in the pipes in the mansion. Constantly. Heightened state of his emotions caused it and being where he was and what he was meant that it was happening constantly. His bedroom was freezing cold and on an occasion or two he'd caused frostbite in someone trying to touch him. He's since then gained excellent control over this and things only get a little chilly when he's sort of out of his head, whether it's by anger or pleasure. He's got excellent control on creating small things and projecting cold. Not so good at the whole blizzard thing.

RELATIONSHIPS [ T/W --- Bad things down there!]

Phareen
 A gorgeous iridescent lady dragon with long flowy hair and strange dragonfly like wings( Though they're fleshy), all her paws are mechanical as well as most of the tail. She's a sweet girl who's younger and still finds humanity fascinating. She wants to form a strong bond with her Pilot so a few times a month she wants nap time together. Where Harley lets her curl up and he sits with her and they do something and he tries not to think. So far, they haven't been together many times but it's nice to be around someone who can see inside his head and doesn't have any thoughts of his past. She was the dragon of a past squadmember of the Solarta Valkyries, which is why she's so fond of the location.

Co-Workers
Doesn't really know them yet.

Mother
The warden. The woman who runs everything. The one that bought him in a bid to find her son a protector. Of course she was fed false information but by the time Harlequin grew up - and stopped growing - it was too late. Rich enough to get away with anything, Harlequin has no relationship with her by choice though she sends him their families famous wine occasionally so he can't forget them - because Her adopted son is a Pilot! - Of course he drinks it. It's his. He's earned it

Father
A puppet. Harlequin just feels sorry for him. Of course, there's deep loathing and Harlequin is looking for the day he dies because when Mother was on business trips and the maids could tell, who else was he going to spend his nights with?

Brother
Harlequins relationship with his 'brother' is strange. A little older than the kulshedra, he was also Harlequins first lover of sorts. They were supposed to bond. They were supposed to be close. They were, almost inseparable. This of course worked out for Mother because she wanted that. A stalwart protector for her sweet son. One of the more notable ventures was when a strange came up behind his brother with intentions to pat his shoulder. Harlequin turned his head and cleaning bit off a few fingers before spitting them out. Publicly he was punished - he had cost them money in medical bills. In private he was praised.


HISTORY
 Harlequin was born from an affair. The need for contact had struck a mated pair but, alas, they weren't mated to each other. The woman, married to a military man, had been apart from him for a year already and he was going to be gone for several more. The chance of a child was extremely unlikely but that was exactly what they got. The woman didn't know what to do. Of course her husband would understand but she was afraid, so she took to the web. Asked questions. Eventually, she found a lovely upper class couple willing to adopt her child for a lump sum.

 What she didn't know was that she was basically selling her child to be a pet.  Harlequin was bought and raised to be her own sons companion. A specialty pet. And what a rare color. The woman, whom Harley would call Mother, knew what she was getting. He would grow to be big and strong. He'd take care of her son and be a good solid friend. They were. Her 'children' grew up together and Harley knew he'd have no better friend than his 'brother.'

 Harley's upbringing was rife with abuse of all kinds. Growing up was a terror. Be less of an animal. Be more of an animal. Stop getting attached. Get attached. Conflicting messages for his animal brain. Things that shouldn't happen to a child. Harlequin is several kinds of fucked up - though he'd never admit it. With a past he'd much rather forget, being drafted into the candidate program was a blessing he never thought he wanted.

Of course it was an honor but it also meant if he'd fail he'd be gone. Forever.

Which was also a good outcome.

Harlequin only gave his brother a hug, brief so suspicion didn't rise.

Then he never saw them again.

 He knows they boast about him now. They didn't visit. They didn't send packages. Nothing. It was a strange kind of heartbreak, the quiet rejection and for a time it seemed like he wouldn't graduate fully. Too much inner turmoil to get his icy-powers to work properly. Of course, coming to terms with being so coldly rejected to some degree with it helped. And he was well on his way to having a dragon pick him. His first meeting with Phareen was intense. It was the first time in a long time that anyone or anything had touched him. A gentle nuzzle against his shoulder and he just stared at her.

 There were tears but he let her do what she needed, even if it made his head hurt and Phareen knew that he was hers and he would be hers forever. Young for a dragon, she'd lost multiple partners in combat and she didn't want to lose him too. So, at the insistence of his dragon Harlequin got a desk job. He was cute, she said. Cute and sweet.

 She also liked the way the sun glittered off her scales ( and his! the white ones were almost iridescent like hers in the sunlight!) so off to Solarta they were sent.  Harlequin is doing better, "better", so far away from Haviah - he suspects that was almost the reason they were so far from there. When he finds himself in dark places - during free time - he feels Phareen in his head as a calming presence.

 Having just graduated, Harlequin doesn't know what to do with his freetime. He's never been by himself, there have always been maids and people in the mansion. Other candidates. He was in stage 5 for a short while, but he was still a candidate so it was different. Harlequin finds himself disliking free time. Though he appreciates the wine.

Now he's a hard worker who doesn't know how to have regular relationships with people so he just gives them(and pushes on them) what they probably really want anyway. Any attention is good attention.


Pilot Program
17-17 Stage 1
17-19 Stage 2
19-21 Stage 3
21-23 Stage 4
24      Stage 5 -- Graduation



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[ Neph : D ]

It was impulsive and Cinna was regretting it a little. What was he supposed to do? He didn't entertain. Well, he did, but he entertained himself, not other people. Cinna was a giant of a man, built for days and still remarkably light on his feet. All the Pilots were friendly with one another - mostly. A quick tidy of the apartment once he'd realized he'd have a bored guest, a quick dusting of the entertainment system - an old screen and a vid player that he never used. A mytserious bag of pretzels a few drinks from the fridge.

And kittens.

Cinna grinned down at Boop and Beep, mewling at him and weaving between his legs.

The kittens didn't see big bad predator - he's made sure not to get frustrated and do anything to frighten them - they saw their next meal. Of course, dry food was left out for them to nibble on. Wet food for breakfast and dinner. There was multiple cat beds, a few cat trees. It was clear that, while the apartment had once been sparse, it was now a Kitty Haven.  One kitten in each hand, he plopped them into their cat tree. Sisters. Both black and orange and he couldn't tell them apart. Which was why one had a purple collar and one had a green one.

Boop was purple. Beep was green. He thought.
 
After making sure the kittens adopted mother - his guest - had the right apartment numbers and all the directions, Cinna patiently waited on a seat at the kitchen island, tail waving lazily. A glance over his shoulder to watch them try to catch it. Wincing occasionally when their little daggers caught a scale wrong.

It was always odd how self-conscious he felt about how he looked. Always just a bit off. Not that anyone ever seemed to mind. He was barefoot, careful of his claws. Legs stretched out. His heart skipped a beat when there was a knock at the door and he stood up from his chair, the kittens chasing after his tail which he waved extra far to keep them distracted. Maybe he should just tie a bell on there. Never have to invest in a toy again.

Cinna opened the door with a polite smile - not a cheek splitting wide grin, he tried to do those as not often as possible. A quick fix of his hair and he looked down at himself - a tanktop and a pair of custom made jeans. "Hi," He perked up smiling, wincing when one of the girls caught his tail, "Ready for kitten cuddles?" He teased taking a few steps back so his guest could come into the apartment.

It always felt so empty when other people were in it. "There's stuff in the fridge and mysterious pretzels on the coffee table," another smile and he awkwardly played with his hair, his ears pinned back a bit in a clear display of his nervousness. It was either his squad or... Nothing. Cinna didn't hang out with people. This was a good step in the right direction, right? Right. It was fine.  "Now you get to tease me about noodles and food to my face," He grinned, this time it split a little more and he quickly fixed it.

"How was your day? Catch bad guys? Take a nap under a desk?" He turned quickly and picked up Boop and Beep, one in each hand, "Your daughters have adjusted and second favourite place to sleep is my chest."

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Name Serenity
Age 30
Gender Female
Species Mostly Succubus.
Ethnicity B'dunno
Height 5'2"
Occupation One of the Leads in keeping up with the Dragon's mechanical bits and seeing to their needs.
Residence Whichever Hanger/Eyrie/whatever she's working in.

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Physical Description Serenity is a sweet little thing. Despite the amount she moves and works, she has a full bust and wide hips. Her legs are shapely and she has small feet. The most harsh thing about her, probably, is her short short hair. Opalescent in direct light or a soft lavender pink without it, her eyes are a darker shade of lavender and unless her interest is intense, her pupils are slits. 

Despite attempts to make her scar, Serenity has none and aside from the strange hair colour, there are two delicate little horns that display her less than human heritage. A strange quirk to her being is how she smells. It's involuntary and part of her being what she is. Serenity usually smells very pleasant or comforting.

To her dragon, she smells like a younger one and thus has some sort of maternal feelings. Involuntary of course.

Personality   Serenity is no non-sense to the point and strict. A will of steel and stubborn. Serenity needs to be. For her own survival and for the survival of her coworkers and general people she meets. Of course, when comfortable, she can be sweet. Her smile is lovely. Serenity is happiest working sixteen hours day, covered in Whatever and fixing the dragons.

She gets along with dragons better than she does with most people.

Magic/Abilities  Serenity is a talented telepath, her technopathy is very useful and perhaps her best skill. The telekenises is moderate and useful when she's doing something and needs a tool.

A more odd skill of hers is her involuntary ability to kill people by engaging in sexual intercourse. Something as simple as a kiss could leave someone feeling weak. Serenity is unsure if it's simply the contact or the feelings, but she goes to great lengths to keep this from happening. Of course, she feels energized and the feeling of such was addicting.  As it was, Serenity refuses to engage if such activity and hasn't kissed anyone since the curious kiss that almost made her friend pass out.

Part of her genetic make up is the ability to 'switch'. If she chooses to. Serenity can be a male with all the equipment. However, this ability something she rarely does and finds that it has no large impact on her life.  -- For the most part, Serenity looks the same, short hair, lavender eyes. A little taller - though still short - and broader shoulders, it's rare to see her like this and so far she hasn't had to turn to it.

Relationships
Mercury - Mercury is a smaller dragon. A wrym type of girl, she has a peak and her face is still mostly flesh. Her neck however, when the natural feathers disappear and go to her neck, it's clear she's built for tools. Mercury's large feathered mane is made of tools. The feathers are cleverly disguised but with Mercury at her side, Serenity could fix just about anything mechanic. The two get along fabulously and usually it's Mercury urging Serenity to rest after a long day of work.


History
The child of a contract.

Serenity was born to a low blooded succubi mother. All lavender beauty and glamour, her mother was a top tier courtesan and lived - still lives - in the lap of luxury. A deal her own father made for her, Charity's lot in life was to look pretty on arms and make money. A thing she took to like fish to water. Porn star, arm star, Charity grew 'famous' from being around famous people and who she was sleeping with.

It was in and amidst these bouts of arms that Charity became with child. It was like immaculate conception. Though, of course, this lover came to her in a dream. The child was had and Charity had to spend that slight extra expense for a nurse maid and nanny. Serenity thinks her childhood was normal - except for the part where her mother was a previously well known porn star.

Tested early, Serenity knew she'd be in the program and her mother wanting a successful child poured money for any pre-training she could get. Candidacy was 'easy' for her, she graduated on time and her interest in technology translated well to working with her hands. Her inability to experience physical intimacy left her with lot to occupy her time with and the tech quickly turned into mechanics.

Getting along with the dragons well - her own specifically- opened a few doors and with itchy hands and a lot of work to do Serenity slowly became the key mechanic to work on dragons. A workaholic, Serenity spends as much time fixing dragon bits and upgrading software as she can.

On average, Serenity works long hours and has short nights. The way she likes it.



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Name Lavender Starr, Ven, Lav, Mostly Ven.
Age 55 ( young adult )
Gender Male
Sexuality Anything Willing and of sound mind.
Species Kulshedra
Ethnicity Lavender
Height 6'7"
Occupation Military
Residence Wherever he's needed

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Physical Description Lavender is huge. Broad, muscular, can probably crush most things with his hands or... Between his forearm and his bicep.  Ven is a decent enough looking man, paler than most of his kin, the lavender scales that rest on his cheeks, under his eyes, along his throat. The most concentrated parts are along his jaw and cheeks, the base of his throat. The parted jaw isn't as prominent on him, the scales doing a good job of hiding the split.

Being around more humans has kept him from being too... Open with his wide grin and open mouth. His more inhuman parts are obvious and bright, his ears pointy and able to move independently of one another. His tail, thick and long, helps with balance and his feet - which require a special kind of boot - are scaled and clawed.

Personality  Lavender is an easy going guy. He likes a cold drink after his shift ends and to shoot the shit with his buds. He likes clean spaces, he still appreciates the Fire and always tries to have a candle burning. He loves his family and he loves his job. He is also very dominating, in and out of the bedroom and if he isn't in charge he has to swallow his words and look pissed off. Usually he's in charge.


Magic/Abilities   He's an excellent marksman and pretty tanky. Other than good eyesight, good sense of smell and being, well, strong, Ven has nothing significantly amazing about him. He's big. He's domineering and he can frighten most people by flexing.

Relationships  Cinnamon Rook - Cousin - Pilot
Indigo Rook - Cousin - Pilot
Vanilla Starr - Sibling

History
Good childhood. Joined the military early on because that's just what he did. Most kulshedra, if they weren't Pilots for some form of pyrokinesis they were military. Very few, if any, remained static and kept regular day jobs.

Except Lavender's father. Lavender's father was a pale blue man, wore glasses, kept his hair long and always had his nose in a book. Still, as an only child he was doted upon and kept from harms way until about twenty years later. His parents having had him at a very old age - almost a hundred and fifty - a surprise child was the last thing he was expecting. Still, he grew to love his sibling very much and, of course, joined the military.


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Varali frowned down at her metal container. While she didnt bake often and didn't usually use sugar in her coffee it baffled her that the container was completely empty. Did Tix eat it?

"Tix," Varali grumbled, looking at the red creature ontop of the refridgerator, watching her attempt at cookies with bright eyes' "did you eat this?" She frowned at him and he rose his little paws up innocently. The way she spoke to plants and animals wasnt conversational, she just knew what they were saying.

Varali eyed Tix, not quiet believing it. Still, she needed sugar to finish her cookies. A neighbour maybe. It was a rest day for her, on call only for something major that needed to be fixed. So, dressed in a loose tank top that showed as much as it covered, loose pants and barefeet -toenails painted blue.

It'd take four minutes. Maybe. Varali pat at her hips like she was lookong for keys before she sighed, eyes closed. Deep breath. It would be fine.

Varali's wings trembled against her back nervously as the anxiety of going and asking for sugar built up. It would be fine. It was a Pilot. A coworker. Taking an appropriately measured glass, she left her apartment and went to the one beside hers.

It wasn't until after she knocked on the door that she remembered she hadn't even put a bra on that day. First article of clothing off. First on. She'd read a study once on now bras were bad for the girls so she tried to ... Anyway.

"Hi," she started simply once the door started to open up ready to cut to the chase so she could go hide again. "I was hoping to borrow This Much Sugar," she held out the item she wanted filled, "I'm making cookies."