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Age: Unknown
Gender: Unknown
Race: Unknown
Culture: Unknown
Racial Features: From observation of this specimen, we have gathered a few interesting details about it. For starters, the creature is most definitely mystical in nature. We have compared notes to any known living flora like species in Elysia and from the samples we have gathered, it seems the results returned infantismal at best. However, one thing to note is that even when part of (what we determine to be its epidermal layering) the creature is removed, its sensory system still remains intact to the removed sample. This allowing it (the severed piece) to act freely if separated by dismemberment. As for its intravenal system. Its blood seems to be inky black or deep maroon in color. What we found however, when this blood substance is exposed to the elements (for control readings room temperature), the viscous black ink seems to evaporate when air molecules are introduced... Unfortunately with this discovery we have also learned that its blood acts as a defense mechanism; A toxin within the blood reacts to the air in the form of a fog that can cause bleeding of the eyes, anuerysm and asphyxiation. Two scientists dead and one in critical condition was the result. After conducting more appropriate and quarantined testing on the blood we have found that its blood's resiliency towards multiple toxin's is phenomenal. Multiple samples with countless known diseases have proven that for the most part it cannot effectively be poisoned or susceptible to disease.

Further inspection of its muscular system shows that there are no major bone structure yet from watching its motor functions in action, it is still able to independently lift and move itself about with ease. Having moved the creature into a pressure chamber we have noticed that it may even withstand max pressure (of the chamber) on its body with little trouble theorizing that the creature may be physically capable. As a thought, one of our lead scientists also attempted to place said specimen into a vacuum chamber to see how it would react to the effects of space. It can survive...We have also managed to test its durability and agility via live fire testing and has shown outstanding results. From small arms fire up to high caliber AP rounds and HE rounds it seems resilient to such kinetic energy and can move at nauseating speeds. We have learned that high frequency sound and UV light do seem to harm it, causing what we can only guess is akin to sun poisoning yet when removed from light and sound, it seems to return to more normal function. More casualties followed from this experiment and as such we have kept it in isolation under controlled UV light.

Over the time accumulated from observing and testing this thing we have learned of one other thing. It seems that from what we have gathered, this specimen is able to mimic personnel and somehow can change form to match that of who is observing it. One final note...We...aren't exactly positive about this but we believe it has attempted to communicate with us on multiple occasions. We have run its vocals through multiple language translators, frequency amplifiers and other means but once again...Results were infantismal.

Before I close this recording, I want to make a personal...unofficial note...Many of us who have worked with this....entity....this thing...The foremost mental note we took, aside from its looks...was its eye...there were about 20 of us when we first begun research on this thing...8 of us remain. Five total casualties, one in critical condition and the rest....Mental Institutions. Why? Because when this thing looked into your eyes...I'm sorry...I just feel terrible about it. That eye....That, insidious eye it has...How can something so remarkably beautiful have such eyes...Currently we have it sitting in CP-311-8 under level 2 UV control. For our next batch of researches coming along for the journey and who will inevitably deal with this creature...don't stare into its eye...Don't...
Occupation/Concept: 'I am...abstract incarnate."
Training: It is not certain as to what Krygyl has training wise, but it has been shown through observation that it is capable of hastily adapting to its environment and quick to learn, its instinctual reactions other worldly.
Powers: Unknown
Equipment Unknown
Airship N/A
Motivation "To...live..."
Personality Unknown
Flaws Innate superiority complex, apathey towards others, cynical

___Name:___

Jornwuld Ritaynur

___Age:___

1A (22 in base 10)

___Gender___

You'd be lucky to find out

___Race:___

Hominus Margo Sigasmarandum (Sigasmarandi Rim Dweller); colloquially: "Sig-Mar(s)"

___Racial Features:___

"Hominus Margo Sigasmarandum" is a species of Old Rim Human, found originally in an area of the southern hemisphere of the Elysian Mega-Cluster, in a region of low light reception from the inner worlds called Sigasmarand. As such the species has had to adapt to the effects of stellar darkness as a result of Cosmic Fog, evolving eyes capable of high degrees of low light vision and slight ability to detect heat signatures. And due to the colds of their extreme climate, the species has adapted an internal metabolic rate running at approximately double the median temperature of Human species originating from the more habitable Old Worlds (not only does this mean they need to eat far more, but it means that narcotics and alcohol have a weaker effect). However, as a closely derived successor species, they share almost complete genetic parity with the 'typical' human, though no offspring of the pair is known to have survived the third trimester of pregnancy. Notable physical differences that can be made from a cursory surface glance include: The inclusion of a sixth, fully functional finger on both hands (leading to maths being done primarily in base 12); noses that vary in length and pointiness, having a range of anywhere from two inches of extension past the nostrils to one foot, allowing for similar olfactory levels as 'typical' humans with the added thermosensory properties; similarly, longer ears are present across the species as a means of heat radiation and audiosensory increase. All this meaning, they've grown to have more reliance on their other senses, each adaptation allowing them better functionality in their homeworlds.

___Culture:___

The Sigasmarandis are scattered across a system of stellar debris of varying sizes, on the very edge of Elysia. They are the successors to an original group of colonists who settled the area long before the race had evolved/engineered its defining characteristics. Sometime during the collapse of the Outbound Tykassian League, the colonists took advantage of the situation and declared independence, not expecting the Senate Loyalists to retake control of the unruly Retainer States as soon as they had. After a succession of successful defensive battles, Sigasmarandi sovereignty was won, despite them having had to face off against a numerically and materially superior force. As such Sigasmarand earned a reputation for being the home of stalwart fighters, of excellent skill and unyielding nature, to an extent that the coming centuries saw the proliferation of mercenaries to far-flung systems.

However, as the loose confederacy invaded and defended against its neighbours, a deep resentment grew towards their cold isolated territory, away from the Elysian centre and on the edge of nothing. The cold forced them to bundle up, rarely ever showing skin (except in the presence of family, friends and loved ones), and eventually, this evolved into a culture of suspicion and mistrust; day to day meetings happenings happening from behind veils and masks and scarves; to an extent that parts of the body that did show despite the layers were painted or tattooed black. The almost sacred nature of identity plays into gender in some societies, from a young age, children get used to dressing androgynously, behaving androgynously, shaving all hair and doing everything in their power to appear sexless. Once hitting puberty, it is customary for females to bind their chests and men to tuck, or for both to wear padded clothing to obscure body shape (in more liberal families), and once voices start to break Sigasmarandis are often trained by their parents to speak in one tone and pitch. This voice, common to all of Sigasmaranda, is called Tonsloslillt and is used in day to day communication basically ensuring everyone sounds the same if not similar. The only time Tonsloslillt is not observed is when Wuld (which will be discussed later on) are being given, and only then.

Another result of being so close to the cosmic edge was the presence of a constant, corrupting fog, that manifested itself as grey, sooty mist, that made vision difficult to long distances. The Fog, however, has water like properties, in the sense that it exhibits systems of currents and tides; meaning there are times of more and less dense fog, and areas where the concentration and thus effects of the fog are more powerful. As well as this, the strength of the fog is also dependant on the distance from the cosmic void, with the Elysian center being completely devoid of its effects; despite this, the fog has inroads and tendrils in the dark places of Elysia and a weaker ambient fog permeates in most places farther from the center. The properties of the Cosmic Fog (though typically having minor manifestations in Sigasmarandi) have a powerful mutative effect on the flora and fauna of the outer system, spawning and melding beasts into increasingly more terrifying beasts. That being said, just as the fog has the capability to produce flesh-rending monsters, it has equal capacity to make creatures of little notability or even beings of awe-inspiring beauty.

Due to the ever-present gloomy darkness of the Cosmic Fog, song is the major form of art and follows a complex system of belief, identity and utility. In their culture, songs are called Wuld, and Wuld varies in style from planetoid to planetoid, with families having their own tones and rhythmic variations of the regional Wuld, and with everyone having a unique fingerprint to their own. Wuld are not typically lyrical (though some Wuld are worded), and vary from melodic tones to simple screaming, acting as an alternate form of communication that could cut through the fog and cloud mired terrain. Wuld are also deeply engrained in Sigasmarandi mythology; they are believed to be the borrowed voices of the Lost Good (positive spirits trapped in the cosmic fog), and as such lore dictates that Wuld outlive their Wuldors, so that they may make the journey back to their Lost Good.

With every death, families hold on to the Wuld of their loved ones by incorporating it into their own in some way. This is the reason as to why there is such a huge variation in Wuld, which can be heard on a daily basis, with brief Wuld being presented as greetings; longer ones being performed at weddings-births-and-funerals; and full ballads being passed between friends and loved ones in lieu of conversation, as an expression of affection.

Wuld forms such a core part of people's lives, that some Sigasmarandi believes that one dies when their Wuld leaves them, and not that the Wuld leaves them when they die. This has resulted in a tradition of yearly festivals, conducted when the tide of the Cosmic Fog is at its weakest, and culminating with ships setting off into the void - crewed by those who believe that if they can get permission from the Lost Good of their Wuld, that they will be able to hold on to their Wuld forever.

Wuld also has a more sinister side, various intonations, harmonies and incantations allowing the Wuldor to manipulate the properties of the cosmic fog and the beings corrupted by it. Aeyterwuldoree is the forbidden art of using those Wuld, though its basics are simply learned and sometimes practical (though usually useless and typically frowned upon for the connotations of using it). However, more advanced Aeyterwuldoree is considered a heinous crime, as its seen as cooperation with the cosmic fog, due to the process allowing mutations to happen more readily in the Wuldor's body. To an extent that people can be horribly disfigured/misshapen by its misuse, these individuals (Aeyterwuldor) are considered highly dangerous and traditionally have been hunted down and killed, or locked away and unstrung (the process of making someone mute), a punishment some consider worse than death.

___Appearance___

Jornwuld stands at four cubits tall and is rarely ever seen not dressed in their Hunter Garb. Rarer still are the people who have seen their face, or much of any skin really, with the exception of their nose which extends like the beak of a hummingbird a few inches passed their scarf. Floating in front of their face, between where the scarf ends and the brim of the hat begins, is a thin yet dense veil of shadowy mist, two small, luminous gold dots the only visible thing from the other side.



___Occupation/Concept___

Beast Hunter

___Training:___

• Aeyterwuldoree - At an Advanced Level
• Piloting Light Vehicles Through Treacherous Terrain - Single Occupant Speeders, Sloops and Small Frigates
• Small Arms Proficiency - Specialised in Manually Repeating Firearms
• Wuldoree - The Study of Wuld Heraldry and Mimicking
• Tracking - Using Environmental Ques to Find Animals, People or Vessels

___Powers:___

• Fymlercaal (summon familiar) - A Brief, pulsing chirp at an inhumanly high pitch similar to that of a congregation of many birds, followed by a ringing echo. This call summons Jornwuld's familiar and secondary transportation, a giant Peldmaus (bat) with a wingspan of twenty long paces, affectionately named Tarkarus. Though giant and intimidating, Tarkarus is still flesh and blood, meaning that if summoned in the heat of battle it can die and making the Wuld unusable for a period of time depending on the severity of the death.
• Mahenschrye (splitting cry) - A sharper, shriekier version of Fymlercaal, this Wuld rapidly concentrates ambient Cosmic Vapours in front of the Wulder, gouging out a trench ahead of devastation in a cone ahead of them, obliterating most things in their path. The distance and severity of the effect depending on the prevalence of Cosmic Fog/Vapours and the effort put into the Wuld.
• Demklverff (cast darkness) - Breathy, deep lulling followed by sultry whispers, growing in volume before reaching a crashing, loud crescendo. By drawing in the Cosmic Fog from the area surrounding the Wuldor and suddenly releasing it, the concentration can reach a level that can match the worst fog storms from Sigasmaranda, with the same flashes of lightning and roiling winds manifesting in the black cloud.

___Equipment:___

• A Pair of Heirloom Pyroclastic Repeating Pistol - These pistols were passed down from first born to first born, with a lineage of generations behind them. To say however that they are the same guns that came from the manufactory when they were first made wouldn't be correct, as over the decades parts have been replaced and calibres swapped. The only parts on both guns are the silver, front sight beads.
• Mother's Canary Dagger - This Knife, which is eighteen inches in length, was presented to Jornwuld's mother on her eighteenth birthday, It was shiny and new when she had first received it but over years of hard use it has weathered and tarnished but still retains a sharp edge. When made to leave, she gave it to Jornwuld as a parting gift.
• Rusty Grappling-hook Adapter For Pyroclastic - A simple, spring loaded, grappling hook. The stem can be slid down the barrel of one of the Pyroclasts and fired out into most surfaces, sheet metal, light body panels, rock faces, wood, etc. A memento from a mission that involved a lot of repelling canyons.
• Weathered Telling Stones - Are the equivalent of Data Loggers and PDAs in Sigasmaranda, smoothed down quartz pieces with runes scribed on them. Each one can perform a certain function, compass, audio recording and playing, data storage, image projection, communication, etc. They function by frequency oscillation of the quartz (and crafted substructures), the energy needed usually provided by a low drone from the user.
• Condensed Bottles of Cosmic Vapour -
• Burlap Rucksack -

___Airship:___

___Motivation:___

Jornwuld left Sigasmaranda by force and so wishing to return must find a cure for the effects of Aeyterwuldore, that means wandering aimlessly around Elysia, being told by shamans and doctors alike that the afflictions caused by the void are uncurable. Jornwuld is losing hope, and finding a cure has fallen down the list of priorities, replaced by more immediate things like money and comfort. And a longer-term goal of finding a place where the Cosmic Fog has no influence.

___Personality:___

Jornwuld doesn't talk much, not because they want to avoid social interaction but simply by choice, not at all objecting a trip to the pub or in some instances the nightclub, just not talkative due to a speech impediment. Having been raised in a society with a major aim of deceiving each other, Jornwuld suffers from extreme trust issues, often being very sceptical of other people and their intentions. As well as this, they suffer from a deep identity problem, linked with their untrusting nature this makes them prone to lying, and appearing shiftier than they should be given the situation. Otherwise, they're a sociable person, good at making talk but not quite as good at talking sincerely. This causes them significant frustration and troubles, as they'd like to shed some of the mistrust of their culture. Despite this, they're making progress, recently sticking to just one fake name as opposed to many.

___Flaws:___

• Knisterlunge (crackling lungs) -
• Lischtanghst (hyper light sensitivity) -
• Mutschayor (mutant) -
• Heiligendemk (dark halo) -

___Bio:___

Jornwuld was born on a farming rock, to farming parents, their mother, Jalaena, a runaway serf from the fiefdom of some Petty King, and their father, Hapferwuld, the son of one of the most powerful hunter clans in Outer Sigasmaranda, the Ritaynurs. The life of a Beast Hunter wasn't one Hapferwuld was willing to bare, so he gave it up and left his family in shame. Life in the little rock cluster was otherwise uneventful, Jornwuld spent most days as a child in the care of the Sisters at the Abbey, as most children did while their parents eeked out an existence on the bleak accretion cloud, learning to read and count and Wuld. At night Jorn would return to the commune to tend to the mushrooms and the Aurochs, while the parents kept their eyes trained on the skies. And life carried on like this, when Jornwuld was good enough at reading and arithmetic that they didn't stutter or hesitate, days spent at the abbey would be curbed to once a week, when high-tide came and everyone in the area would spend the day at the Abbey. Giving their Wuld together and taking aim from every window and arrow slit.

It was on one of those communal evenings, when the children were still too young to be expected to cover their faces, that Jornwuld saw someone die for the first time. A lullaby night, Wuld echoing softly in the din of the nave, tensions were low and guards were down. Then, sometime after midnight, the quiet was broken by a blood-curdling scream. The moment was unfolding mere cubits away from Jornwuld, a man (it could be discerned by the screaming) thrashed wildly, pinned up against a wall, something on the other side of the arrow slit pulling at him and making a ghastly noise. People jumped up, knives ready, there was no prying him away from the wall, they were going to have to separate him from his arm. The gaggle of people with drawn blades didn't get to the man. Fleshy, mucusy, tendrily tongues crowded through the arrowslit and wrapped around the man. He was pulled through the space, not much wider than the thickness of a fist, leaving a sickening crunch echoing behind him and the smeared remains of skin and flesh from where his body was smashed through the narrow gap.

From that day on, the parents would tell Jornwuld to follow instructions, or else they'd get pulled through an arrow slit too. The years went on, Jornwuld grew taller and stronger, but the fear from that day never went away. Orders from the parents were followed, in fear of being

___Extra Info:___
^{Dragon Blooded}

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• Barganing
• Close Quarters Combat
• Weaponized Combat
• Piloting Large Aircraft
• Hacking

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• Lighting Bolt - This allows him to fire lightning bolts out of his hands.
• Mass Discharge - Sir Kindle will let out a large discharge of energy which will stun or kill the enemies. (depends how far away they are)
• Circuit Overload - When Sir Kindle is in contact with any type of circuitry, he can choose to overload it with energy, causing it to short circuit. (This will stun Sir Kindle for a little bit after its used)
• Super Strength - This one is pretty self-explanatory.
• Super Fast Reflexes - Also pretty self-explanatory.

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• Universal Translator

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• Sir Kindle cannot make contact with water
• Too Strict
• Can not Cook
• Terrible at Engineering
• No Mercy
• Over Protective

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