jasonwolf

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@Ink Blood *hides buffalo wing sauce and blue cheese* "Pffts I mean I was just kidding." *whispers to the chef, "Can you preheat the frier?"

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Yeah. She is is rather pretentious :[ but hey like that should be a neat little dynamic for our charries to play of right? But yeeeyah space amazon!! Correction... Genetically engineered, goggle and mask wearing, dreadlock'd magical SPACE AMAZOOOOONNN!!! ;DD

@Cute Bumber

Yeah, Valk really does not like her.

"Mama always said, All the time you spend thinking is time wasted not killing people."

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@Cute Bumber so space amazon? Actually really fitting for the setting if you ask me. Also Valk thinks shes pretentious. Dont ask me ask the bat.

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@Ink Blood *Valk licking his lips* "Look at the dumbsticks on that one."

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@Hylozoist Don't worry. Valk knows a great recipe using lagomorphs. The augments just act like handles.

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@Hylozoist Hmm personally I feel like Valk has only been around a few months, but his noteriety preceeds him amongst at least part of the crew, and his personality would bring him to the attention of many others.

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@Dead Cruiser Don't worry it's all good.

EDIT: Side note I'm very curious to find out how everyone else interacts with Valk. This will be very interesting.

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Name: Valk

Race: Sapkir.

Sapkirs

A small carnivorous mammal race. They stand no more than a meter tall and weigh very little. The Sapkir are entirely covered in fur ranging from white to black, this usually indicates where they were born. Natives are white, while nomads are darker. They have a canine maw filled with sharp teeth, large pointed ears, and big white eyes. They have three-fingered hands with opposable thumbs and leathery wings that attach to their arms. Finally, they possess digitigrade feet and a prehensile tail. Outside they are hardly impressive, but the Sapkir make up for physical limitations with stunning agility and innate combat instincts. Even a Sapkir child can put up a serious fight.

The species as a whole isn’t the most advanced in the universe. Limited by resources and lifespans the Sapkir remained a nomadic hunting band for centuries. When introduced to interplanetary travel by water harvesters, the Sapkir realized the entire universe could be a new hunting ground. Most left their desolate planet to become nomads of the stars. While the first few generations were fairly unsuccessful newer generations born in space adapted far better to the intergalactic society. They learned languages, technology, and found their niche as very inexpensive soldiers.

Age: Valk has never actually kept track, so no one knows. (He’s about fourteen. Ten is mature, twenty-two is elderly for his race)

Gender: Male

Appearance: Valk looks very much like other Sapkir. He’s around 94 cm and weighs in just over twenty-five kilos. He has very dark gray fur with some orange on his brow and ears. The most defining feature on him is his missing left hand. The hand has been replaced with a hook with a nanowire tether.

Valk does wear some clothing. He wears pants with many extra pockets sewn on. He has a pistol holster on his right side with his preferred sidearm in it. Finally, he always has a backpack in which carries a very random assortment of tools of destruction.

Homeworld: Originating from the frozen planet of Vutah IX the Sapkir evolved to survive in a world without plants. The food chain instead begins with protists capable of photosynthesis that reside in the great oceans. Various animals live between and eventually become prey to the Sapkir. The Sapkir overcome size limitations through cooperation and their ability to fly, which was largely unique to them on their planet.

Valk, specifically, was born on a pirate vessel.

Alignment: To himself, Sapkir is lawful good. To others, Sapkir tends to follow a more chaotic evil path.

Role: Boarding Party

Skills:

Beast Mode: As a Sapkir Valk is a born hunter. His instincts and agility let him stay on top of fights, while keen senses let him track down prey or booty, whichever he wants at the time. He has become proficient with all sorts of weapons. He prefers blades but is a pretty damn good shot.

Slice, Hack, Shoot:He carries a number of different blades, but he has three favorites. First is a cutlass with a plasmatic edge. The second is a carving knife which does exactly what it sounds like. Finally, he has a possibly enchanted khopesh, Gytthal which in his tongue means glacier fang, that he uses when he’s really pissed off.

He always carries his preferred side arm, a G-9 Fury. It’s a pistol but uses flechettes instead of bullets.

G-9 fury

Gytthal

Plasmatic Cutlass

This is Mad Bat to Nova Dawn:As part of the boarding parties, Valk has a tiny voidsuit all his own. It had to be specially tailored to his race and includes a jet pack to make up for him not being able to fly normally while wearing it.

Hook, Line, and Murder:As mentioned Valk does not have a left hand. It was replaced with a hook that can fire off with a nanowire tether.

History: Valk was born a pirate and will die a pirate. The little furball was born to a first mate of a crew of Sapkir pirates. They were a violent and dangerous lot who only cared for themselves. It wasn’t going to last forever. The crew was unstable. They all wanted only for themselves and desired greater and greater treasures. Soon they were going after bounties far too great for them to handle. Valk was the only one who stopped to think about what they were becoming. He wouldn’t fall into the same trap as the rest of his race.

He drifted among black market ports. He’d do some dirty work there. Most often he was a hired blade. He still loved the thrill of the kill, but Valk also knew that if he wasn’t careful he’d end up on someone's hit list. It was around here that he started to reinvent himself. He created a persona, a myth, to cloud himself. With a combination of acts and deceit he built himself up as “The Mad Bat”.

With rumors spreading about him Valk was gaining all the infamy he could want. Even when bounties went up for him people were terrified. No one knew what was real or fake, so Valk always could command the situation.

When the Nova Dawn came to his port even he had to follow the rumors of the ship. If nothing else he saw it as a chance to improve his mythos even further. He didn’t even realize how much he had missed his pirate days. To be out traveling the void plundering the riches of the fools.

Even now he continues to spread a mix of stories some true, some false, some embellished, but all of them add to his myth. It gives him a power over the crew just as it does with his enemies. He commands both respect and fear that he can’t demand through physicality alone.

Personality: Absolutely psychotic, at least it looks like it. Valk has worked very hard to give that impression to everyone. He exudes insanity, because if he looks crazy and acts crazy then you don’t know what he’ll really do. Valk is a bit on the energetic side and certainly enjoys violence too much, but he is completely in control of his mental faculties. He knows when to take things seriously, but those moments are few are far between. He loves the insanity and loves his job.

Other: Valk gets violently ill if he eats plants.

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Best I can say this is good to go.

Valk,The Mad Bat

Name: Valk

Race: Sapkir.

Sapkirs

A small carnivorous mammal race. They stand no more than a meter tall and weigh very little. The Sapkir are entirely covered in fur ranging from white to black, this usually indicates where they were born. Natives are white, while nomads are darker. They have a canine maw filled with sharp teeth, large pointed ears, and big white eyes. They have three-fingered hands with opposable thumbs and leathery wings that attach to their arms. Finally, they possess digitigrade feet and a prehensile tail. Outside they are hardly impressive, but the Sapkir make up for physical limitations with stunning agility and innate combat instincts. Even a Sapkir child can put up a serious fight.

The species as a whole isn’t the most advanced in the universe. Limited by resources and lifespans the Sapkir remained a nomadic hunting band for centuries. When introduced to interplanetary travel by water harvesters, the Sapkir realized the entire universe could be a new hunting ground. Most left their desolate planet to become nomads of the stars. While the first few generations were fairly unsuccessful newer generations born in space adapted far better to the intergalactic society. They learned languages, technology, and found their niche as very inexpensive soldiers.

Age: Valk has never actually kept track, so no one knows. (He’s about fourteen. Ten is mature, twenty-two is elderly for his race)

Gender: Male

Appearance: Valk looks very much like other Sapkir. He’s around 94 cm and weighs in just over twenty-five kilos. He has very dark gray fur with some orange on his brow and ears. The most defining feature on him is his missing left hand. The hand has been replaced with a hook with a nanowire tether.

Valk does wear some clothing. He wears pants with many extra pockets sewn on. He has a pistol holster on his right side with his preferred sidearm in it. Finally, he always has a backpack in which carries a very random assortment of tools of destruction.

Homeworld: Originating from the frozen planet of Vutah IX the Sapkir evolved to survive in a world without plants. The food chain instead begins with protists capable of photosynthesis that reside in the great oceans. Various animals live between and eventually become prey to the Sapkir. The Sapkir overcome size limitations through cooperation and their ability to fly, which was largely unique to them on their planet.

Valk, specifically, was born on a pirate vessel.

Alignment: To himself, Sapkir is lawful good. To others, Sapkir tends to follow a more chaotic evil path.

Role: Boarding Party

Skills: As a Sapkir Valk is a born hunter. His instincts and agility let him stay on top of fights, while keen senses let him track down prey or booty, whichever he wants at the time. He has become proficient with all sorts of weapons. He prefers blades but is a pretty damn good shot.

He carries a number of different blades, but he has three favorites. First is a cutlass with a plasmatic edge. The second is a carving knife which does exactly what it sounds like. Finally, he has a possibly enchanted khopesh, Gytthal which in his tongue means glacier fang, that he uses when he’s really pissed off.

He always carries his preferred side arm, a G-9 Fury. It’s a pistol but uses flechettes instead of bullets.

As part of the boarding parties, Valk has a tiny voidsuit all his own. It had to be specially tailored to his race and includes a jet pack to make up for him not being able to fly normally while wearing it.

As mentioned Valk does not have a left hand. It was replaced with a hook that can fire off with a nanowire tether.

History: Valk was born a pirate and will die a pirate. The little furball was born to a first mate of a crew of Sapkir pirates. They were a violent and dangerous lot who only cared for themselves. It wasn’t going to last forever. The crew was unstable. They all wanted only for themselves and desired greater and greater treasures. Soon they were going after bounties far too great for them to handle. Valk was the only one who stopped to think about what they were becoming. He wouldn’t fall into the same trap as the rest of his race.

He drifted among black market ports. He’d do some dirty work there. Most often he was a hired blade. He still loved the thrill of the kill, but Valk also knew that if he wasn’t careful he’d end up on someone's hit list. It was around here that he started to reinvent himself. He created a persona, a myth, to cloud himself. With a combination of acts and deceit he built himself up as “The Mad Bat”.

With rumors spreading about him Valk was gaining all the infamy he could want. Even when bounties went up for him people were terrified. No one knew what was real or fake, so Valk always could command the situation.

When the Nova Dawn came to his port even he had to follow the rumors of the ship. If nothing else he saw it as a chance to improve his mythos even further. He didn’t even realize how much he had missed his pirate days. To be out traveling the void plundering the riches of the fools.

Even now he continues to spread a mix of stories some true, some false, some embellished, but all of them add to his myth. It gives him a power over the crew just as it does with his enemies. He commands both respect and fear that he can’t demand through physicality alone.

Personality: Absolutely psychotic, at least it looks like it. Valk has worked very hard to give that impression to everyone. He exudes insanity, because if he looks crazy and acts crazy then you don’t know what he’ll really do. Valk is a bit on the energetic side and certainly enjoys violence too much, but he is completely in control of his mental faculties. He knows when to take things seriously, but those moments are few are far between. He loves the insanity and loves his job.

Other: Valk gets violently ill if he eats plants.

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@Dead CruiserWell I was trying to show that he's actually really intelligent he's just also a murderous little sneak. I suppose the murderous streak doesn't exactly show great leadership capability, though. I do wish I could do more with the role, but in the end, he is just a good old fashion pirate.

As to the plant thing I'd probably fix it with adding oceans with proists (algae) as the replacement for plants as that's where arctic food chains normally start. I had just glanced over it and forgot to fix it.

As for errors like I said this is the first draft. I do all of the corrections after I know it's worth checking everything. Had you said new backstory all those corrections would be pointless.