Name: Zuyp Ksh'aiqi (zoo EEP kshuh AYE kee)

Gender: Female, she/her, straight

Age/DOB: visibly adult, undetermined date of birth

Origin/Species: Zeddian

Family: unknown, on Zedd

Other: has been tasked with both diplomacy and learning new healing techniques on other worlds now that the planet has established contact

Height: 6'8"

Build: angular, narrow

Hair: loosely wooly, dilute grey, kept natural

Eyes: turquoise green, even and rarely narrowed

Appearance: pale grey skin with large-sized solid grey mixed blotches and marks, high cheekbones and full lips

Genetic Abilities: above average strength healing abilities

Mutations: none, a normal Zeddian with four arms

Enhancements or Augmentations: none

Image Credits: doll divine Rock Chick Maker (flashpoint used)

Skills or Profession: her sense of how people work is very keen, she's a good politician; she is a better healer, however, and use her empathy and body language interpretation to make sure that even if people are trying to hide an injury or sickness she'll get them the help they need. As a healer using powers, she also has had a good background of training for triage and the basics of physical medicine; now that she's out with other species, she has been learning at a rapid pace about different anatomy and physiology to aid as many as possible.

Events or History: She happened to be in the right place at the right time. When formal contact was made with off-worlders in a manner that no one could possibly mistake, she was among the nearby helpers. The ship that had crashed shortly after broadcasting a panicked call for help left a furrow across several portions of the university campus she was taking classes at. And those classes were for medical training! She never hesitated to get the few Zeddians that had been trampled up to the folks who had much stronger powers to aid them, but then also realized that the ship itself was ruptured, steaming, with voices coming out from within. She never paused like the others in her class: she covered her head with one arm and pushed aside the rubble with her others, and soon enough there were three aliens finally free of the trap their ship had become.

Even if the local Zeddian government tried, it couldn't have covered up this arrival. It had been decades since the earlier contacts, though for sure hundreds of reports kept the news active. Now, they had to decide how to handle these events, and she stepped up once more to defend the idea that they were more alike than not - the aliens were small and had only two arms but they had language and art and science! It could only benefit everyone!

Her enthusiasm was hardly shared by the politicians at first, but then more of her own class mates, and instructors, began suggesting that she run for an office which might get traction. Zuyp easily entered politics, though she always claims it's never been her strongest suit nor her favorite activity. As fiercely as she defends the ideas of new contact and interaction, however, one might think she's just being humble.

As time went on, and her studies with the medical college drew to a close (graduating with honors in a variety of subjects), another ship arrived, but this time it was expected. The Caledrus had been to this part of the galaxy several times before, but now they were ready to actively participate in Zeddian life. One thing they knew they needed was someone to assess any injuries of the travelers they picked up, and Zuyp was perfect for the role.

Now, she's been given an invitation to the Checkerboard Ball, which she thinks is just absolutely dandy! She's not here to find a dragon friend, but there are a few of the Caledrus' staff dragons that think she'd be excellent as a rider or bond.

At the Ball she serves with numerous others for their medical needs, but also has time to mingle, dance, gamble, and learn about even more species out in the multiverse.

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"It's simply fascinating, how everyone seems to get along here, even if they're quite--" Zuyp had to pause as one of the rabbit-kin from the dance floor stomped his way through the area with a following of loud foot-slapping friends, "different!"

"You would really be surprised by Carramba, then," the Zeddian she'd found that was on site as another medical professional (a massage technician of very high degree - in fact a degree that helped him teach at that self-same school!)

Dragon

Name: Starclaw'nye
Gender: Male, prefers females but isn't protective of his mates
Size/Shoulder/Length: large (long+wings) 12' s / 84' l / 108' ws
Colors: body scaled (produces a speckled appearance that is highly reflective in certain lights) high white; with face, ears, neck and belly to mid-tail graphite black; leg stockings to elbow/knee area smoke grey; wingsails grade (reversed on backs) from high white to flat black with reversed starry markings in graphite; spikes, claws, and horns silver with star speckles in high black; yellow eyes
Features: Pyrrhan/Myrsilk, remarkably long, four legs, two wings with very large ice-cutting claws on all; long head with external ears, sharp back-pointing horns, cheek horns, and paired curved neck spines, end of long skinny tail also has sharp spines; pupiled eyes; scaled hide (found in only some of this clutch), armor, will breed similarly to other types accordingly
Stats: Strength 4, Speed 5, Endurance 3, Agility 5, Health 2, Intelligence 6
Powers: Winged Flight (4) with Speed Boost (3)
Teleportation, Local (6), Nexus (4), Void (4)
Communication including Verbal Speech (5), Body Language interpretation (5), and Telepathy (5)
Prediction (6), and Prophecy (2)
Ice Magic (6), with Ice Breath Weapon (4)
Void Powers of Summoning (4) Dark Vision (4), and Void Magic (1)
Parentage: Mother Night-Ice Smirch, father Nekeel the Void Shaman
Origin: Checkerboard Ball 2021/2, King's Bishop rank in clutch
Bond: Zuyp, Voluntary Companionship
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