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Tsarm and Magpie Nightspark and Image Credits: Airy |
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Name: Tsarm Gender: Female Size/Shoulder/Length: medium-small 8'9" s / 40' l Colors: Body grey with paler grey dappling along cheeks, shoulders and hind thighs, with belly being warmly caramel yellow-gold from chin to tail tip and brightest under belly; armor and spines denim blue; mane graphite, tail spade light grey Features: Sever Skai Breed 2; canine like head with large external ears and a thick mane on back of neck; four legs with clawed talon feet with thumbs on fore, and having segmented armor on the fronts, can go bipedal briefly; body is flexible and muscular, tail long and thin; tall toxin-bearing spines along entire spine, longest on back, short on tail; Additionally this breed has acidic blood, their skin is built more like chitin and armor though it is quite flexible, and their teeth, claws, and spines are all remarkably toxic Powers: Running and parkour , with powerful strides and confident strength, Tsarm is easily able to traverse most landscapes. She can climb nearly vertical surfaces thanks to having actual thumbs, clinging onto any little outcrop or beam, and occasionally finding purchase with her tail; she's big, so sometimes those beams collapse, but she's also durable so doesn't tend to take a lot of damage Verbal Speech, a broad vocabulary and a keen mind, with a photographic memory common to her breed allowing her to learn at a staggering rate and keep things 'indexed' mentally until she can dictate them to others or input them carefully on datapads Limited Invisibility, when remaining still, Tsarm is almost impossible to see with normal vision, though this does not discount the presence of other senses to detect her Senses, extremely acute eyesight able to sense both infrared and ultraviolet (which also qualifies their invisibility, if you can see deeper into the spectrum, there she is); touch is almost absurdly good, she can sense vibrations with her feet up to 5 miles away, so she wears specially padded foot and 'hand' wear in the ship but removes these for exploration purposes Survival, this breed can survive without oxygen and in a vacuum for extended periods, making them ideal for high-atmosphere or even deep space explorers Acid Attack, spit from her mouth as well as basically any other hard external bits is markedly corrosive and dangerous. Her spit is accurate up to 25 meters and will barely drip outside a target area of 'about humanoid sized', and will utterly destroy that thing it hits be it flesh, paper, brick, or metal. Parentage: unknown, progen; possible Xenomorph genetics added to Skai base Origin: Aireona's giveaway on Nexus Other Info: She must carry a nullifying agent with her at all times if she's aboard the ship, just in case someone makes a stupid error and tries petting her... getting bit, spat at, or speared with any of her sharp and pointy claws, fangs, or spines... will kill you. She has also been known to need anti-anxiety medication (usually in the form of a vape with chems from the nearby providers...) in order to prevent outbursts or accidental anger attacks. She does not have a 'temper' so much as a species-based defense mechanism, but only if something actually attacks her, will she fight back. Usually she'll hold her actions and make sure whatever happened was meant as such. Usually. |
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Skills or Profession: an explorer as many of her kind, happily moving through space without a suit here and there, to collect rocks or crystals from asteroids, or to jump through grasses and rocks on lush worlds alike. She enjoys the sciencing, but likes the collecting more... Extremely well organized, her quarters are clean and tidy, at least until Magpie showed up | ||
Personality: typically quiet and observant in social situations, doesn't much care to get up close and personal to people. But if she's in a setting where those people also Do Science, she nerds out like a pro and will chat for hours with other explorers about this rock they found, or what that spicy water really had in it... | ||
Events or History: As many of the dragons aboard the Caledrus, Tsarm showed up one day and because she had skills and abilities suited to it, the science team strongly encouraged her to apply for a research grant - which she got, because they also handle that matter... She goes off the ship even if it's nowhere near a dock or station, sometimes just drifting along tethered only by an emergency cord. And then Magpie showed up. She spends a lot more time outside the ship now. | ||
Image By: Bug |
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Name: Magpie Nightspark Yup, this is also Magpie. (Sailor Senshi 3, Doll Divine, flashpoint used)
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Skills or Profession: Magpie lives up to his name in spectacular fashion. Both because he is a consummate thief, and his vocalizations are legendary. At least that's what he says, loudly, at 3AM, outside Tsarm's quarters...Basically he will steal anything from anyone, at any time. And as such, his skill set includes being able to find a mark, watch their patterns (see, Mom, I did learn from you!) and spot just where to be when they least expect it. And then, leave the area just as quick! Escape routes, second-story work, and occasionally he knows where to fence goods that are a little too sparkly and a bit too hot to keep on his own... | ||
Personality: He collects shiny things, sometimes heedless of their importance or use. He knows that most people in almost any culture that the Caledrus encounters will dislike this behavior but so? They won't know where he's from, where he goes, or where the ship is headed. Because he's not stupid enough to do this at the start of a visit to an inhabited world. Notably while some might claim that catdragons like his ancestry, he shouldn't be so pally-pally with a canine-like Skai 2. Well, pff to that too - he'll win her over, some day. (she whispers, he won't win her over) |
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Events or History: As Tsarm was settling in, and as some members of the Caledrus were gearing up to head over to the Refugium for some meetings and potential exchanges of sciency stuff, he snuck onto the shuttle - people think he's just another Zeddian, right? With wings instead of the second pair of arms! He's certainly in the right color scheme or lack thereof. He can't follow Tsarm into space, but if she's going to a planet to find stuff, he's right there with her. Bringing back whatever shiny object - whether it's a coin or crystal or someone's dentures - that suits his fancy and he thinks might impress her. | ||
Magpie and Tsarm are hoping to add someone to their little group, whether it is in the form of a permanent bond to one or both of them, or just another individual that will learn from them and have adventures with them! From the BWR (trying for Triglav, Gu'maru, or Goforinyairzatenzadalth) Oh look, Triglav chose them! ** "We... need to find a better outlet for you three than... this." Woodie wasn't exactly sounding pleased over the com, but that was probably because she was on a com being held by one of the local police, through the bars of their temporary holding cell. The locals had managed to capture both Magpie and Tsarm and stick a stasis field around Triglav for the moment, but all three of the hydra's heads were looking rather more angry than groggy. "Can we maybe talk about it when we get back?" Magpie grinned widely, "y'know, when you- when you post bail?" Magpie watched as Woodie mouthed the word 'when' with her eyes narrowed, but it was Tsarm that said, "we will pay it back properly, trust me on that," and for whatever reason, Woodie did. Later, on the Caledrus, Woodie was pacing around with a data pad and taking the occasional glance at the trio. "Well, 'mister Pie'," she looked at the white and black dragon-man, "you and ... your dog and your horse will still need to perform civic responsibilities for the city for eight hours." "Is that 'actual work'?" Magpie asked, knowing the answer but still wanting to hear it. After a moment of searching for the right thing to say, Woodie rounded on Magpie and put all four of her fists on her hips. "Of course it's actual work, belgium, man, what is wrong with you three?" "Nothing is wrong with us, we're free agents." Triglav hissed from the corner. "Well you're only going to be free agents if you follow their local rules and regs and don't get into any more trouble." Woodie paused, "there, or anywhere else." She gave a significant look at Tsarm, "I hoped you'd be better than this," she muttered, and Tsarm vanished with her invisibility going full throttle under her normally-friendly but now-stern gaze. Triglav rustled and seemed to be about to grumble, but Woodie then turned to the massive hydra. "Don't even think that you're intimidating me with that," she growled, "Inga has been aboard my ship for a long, long time, I'm used to that hydra shit by now." Everyone could see the paired shoulder-heads droop with that, and Triglav put his chins back on the floor in temporary submission. Woodie was, after all, the actual owner of this massive vessel they lived on, and worked from, and... "We can become bounty hunters," was his response after Woodie had left their holding chamber in the 'dragon-sized brig' on the ship's lower levels. "We can collect, and have fun." Tsarm gave that some thought, Magpie was on it in an instant. But before they could do that, they'd have to actually do some real work for the locals.. maybe collect some things left behind when that hurricane blasted over the housing development they had to help clear... |
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