[hider=A Rough Draft]Name: 'Commander' Jericho Lacrel
[hider=Appearance]Ahnciel stands at 5'1 sporting rabbit ears and a plume of a tail matching their silver-blond hair. They are in possession of four fangs (2 k9s and a matching set on the lower jaw) which are fairly sharp enough to shear flesh with enough of a bite. 
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Age: 73
Species: Aylv
[hider=The Short Version]Alone in their universe, humans expanded to the stars in a desperate attempt to escape various political persecution or the consuming radiation of so many plans gone awry that Earth is a mangled husk of filth. Cast off into the stars, humanity resorted to cloning and genetic manipulation to attempt to perfect their race to require little resources and live long periods on the scarce bits they could rake together. Without cattle, most of the human society turned to a mandatory lottery-esque cannibal infrastructure which was saved by the creation of the 'Aylves'.

With the remaining fragments of animal DNA, beasts of burden were bred to serve as livestock and even aesthetic or medical donors to sustain the dying race. Prosperity bloomed even though the dna cocktail was eventually diluted with human genes, creating humanoid-animal mutants...who were sentient.
The following events were swift and damning, most of the Aylves being lobotomized at birth to save humanity from the guilt of their subjugation for the sake of their own survival. First it was one that went missing; a rabbit-eared child who came to be known as 'Father Aarkenhan' who founded the 'Subway'. This railroad system served to rescue and raise Aylves in the darkness of even the walls until they were numerous enough to emerge and claim the science vessel. From there, a grand pirate siege was staged on a human flagship to support their numbers and gain a foothold of military power.
It didn't take long to gain an understanding of the cloning equipment, allowing them to shape their kind into an elegant and dignified intelligence of animalia humanoids. With no history or purpose, they existed simply to exact the crimes of their origin on humanity, slowly reducing their numbers to dwindling refugees who occasionally stage geurilla-like conquests into Aylven space...once human territory.

The Aylves are mostly small by design to be unable to physically oppose Humans with their tallest averaging at around 5'4 with a low-end nearing 4'6. What they physically lack, they've made up for with the creation of the Hextech Generator. The technology revolutionized everything from artificial magic to slipspace cores for ships to blink throughout the galaxy.
This is where the history of their universe ends, as none within their ranks have known another purpose other than serving the Legion.[/hider]
[hider=Gear] [url=http://img12.deviantart.net/560f/i/2005/254/d/b/pdw_pistol_by_bonez18b.jpg]'Sandcastle' PWD[/url] (12 round clip .45 acp. 2 clips(counting being already loaded))
[url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/05/bb/8b/05bb8bc934a012f886d2dc3e72c53861.jpg]Frost-Archetype HexTech prosthetic arm (GLAS variant)[/url].[/hider]
Gender: Male
Personality: Cold and calculating, Luciel's non-bias attitude and emotional disconnection from his actions lead to promotions in the Aylven fleet. He takes his rank and authority very seriously. This isn't to say that he's a machine, just that it was necessary for survival in his time (As well as having a tendency to cause violent feedbacks with his arm's articulation). Luciel is fairly empathetic and curious about what he doesn't understand, always seeking knowledge in the hopes of conquering the fear of the unknown. With little experience out of their comfort zone, their knowledge is refined, though they can come off as arrogant and childish if pressured or stressed.
Bio: As the history of the race goes, Ahnciel was bred for reflexes with the intention to serve as a fighter pilot. Their determination and results earned them acclaim until they were put in charge of a small section of the fleet. The proud owner of the Originally Produced Aylven frigate "Olos", the commander has seen numerous skirmishes with human rebels, costing him most of his skin which is now entirely subdermal weaves of synthetic kevlar polymer as well as his right arm. His chapter was lost to a human slipspace nuke designed to scatter what it consumed throughout the cosmos. Its effects instead banished most of his command to various dimensions...many would never be heard from again, himself nonwithstanding.
Abilities:
The Wand- Lacrel's right arm is host to a series of hextech generators which allow the manipulation of physics beyond scientific explanation in order to superchill surroundings, directed at the whim of articulation. Many would call this 'magic', though the Aylvs know it to be art.
Subdermal biotech- The artificial weave of Lacrel's flesh gives it the durability of thin kevlar. Skeletal muscles are woven with the material to bolster its stability, though this only slightly enhances their strength. That aspect is not noteworthy.
Universe of Origin: "Lambda 72.4-5"[/hider]