Age:23 Bio: A Terran born 23 Cycles ago in 7389, Mara doesn’t remember much from her childhood, she was sold for some red glitter, a very very popular drug on Terra, what used to be called earth some thousands of years ago. Ever since then she’s been through every abuse a young woman could think of, that was until she started killing people. Her killing spree eventually spread to outer space when she stole a ship and just started to go on a killing spree, that’s how she met Vorlo, and ended up being defeated by him, her life spared if she would position herself to possibly be his heir, little did she know shortly after her rival Guest would be recruited as well. Not only does she have to kill Vorlo at some point, she and Guest will be trained equally to kill eachother.. they both have to be on edge. She has vibrant, messy red hair styled in a wild, shaggy cut. Her eyes match her hair an intense, sharp crimson red. She has a lean, athletic, and muscular build that shows she can handle herself in a fight. Her skin is fair, marked with slight smudges of grime, and features a dark, intricate tattoo on her right bicep. She wears a tactical, cropped black halter top under a rugged, dark grey utility jacket worn off her shoulders. She wears fingerless tactical gloves and multiple ear piercings. She wields a massive, customized heavy energy revolver labeled with high-tech serial numbers ("X-02-IX") along the top barrel, implying serious fire power. She is a Cyberpunk rebel, street-smart, and very dangerous. Personality: Manipulative, Violent, Sassy, Deceptive, Defiant & Independent: She isn't one to follow rules or take orders from anyone. She relies heavily on her own instincts and operates purely on chaotic impulse she is sharp tongued & takes nothing seriously. She has a sarcastic sense of humor and is a major adrenaline junkie. She thrives under pressure which makes her a perfect candidate to be a Syrak by inheritance.

Age:438 Bio: Vorlo is a Syrak from The Planet Juul, he like most Syrak male’s killed his Father by the time he reached adulthood, and ever since he’s been killing other people’s father’s for money, that was the way of The Syrak Male, 440 year lifespan and a constant urge to kill. Vorlo has been at this since he was fifteen but as he slows down in his older age, he’s been looking for a successor. The way Syrakian succession works is simple. You have a son, and he kills you when he’s strong enough, or you find two possible heirs amongst other species, train them both up, and have them kill eachother then you, and that is exactly how Guest & Mara ended up on his ship two years ago. If they don’t kill eachother and him soon, they don’t get the inheritance he left on Juul billions of credits, a key to his secret armory, all his land, and most importantly a log of all his techniques. Vorlo is An imposing alien humanoid figure with pale, stony skin, sharp facial features, and black, soulless eyes. Prominent curved horns sweep back from his brow, and thick, tendrils hang down his neck and shoulders. He wears a heavy, high collared dark leather trench coat over a form fitting tactical vest and harness. The coat is adorned with metallic chains, heavy leather belts, and a purple skull and tentacles emblem on the shoulder patch. Gear: A bandolier on his chest holds three throwing daggers, and high-tech utility gear is strapped to his waist, perfectly blending ancient martial weaponry with futuristic tech. Personality: Merciless, Cold & Calculated. He is a master strategist who rarely acts on raw emotion. Every move he makes is deliberate, precise, and executed with efficiency. He is Ruthless in everything he does, not verbally kind to anyone but children, but everyone is a child to him.

Age:60 Bio: Having had his uncle and other members of his family killed by The Legendary Vorlo thirty five years ago, Cruic Ascended The Throne of Vaelik Prime Minister very quickly and remains one of Vorlo’s top paying and most frequent clients to this day. He is a regal, mature male of The Vael species of Planet Vaelik of the deep with silver white hair swept back. His skin is a pale, cool tone, with blue, green scales along his jawline, neck, and shoulders. He has sharp, fin-like ears well-groomed silver beard. He wears elegant, flowing robes he is Charming to say the least, conniving to say the most.

Age:19 Bio:When ancient Terran’s dreamt of Mermaids, Thassa was that dream. With waist length, translucent silver hair that floats around her like sea currents. Her skin is fair, shimmering scales across her shoulders and back. Her eyes are violet. Dressed always in a silk, silver chains and headpieces set with glowing blue gemstones. Thassa speaks in riddles. She is highly sensitive to the shifts in people’s behaviors She possesses a soft, compassionate heart, but her connection to the deep ocean makes her seem somewhat detached from ordinary, mortal concerns. She often looks right through people, searching for their true intentions. While also longing for the adventure of the dangerous & unknown trying to escape her Grandfather Cruic at the first opportunity off of her homeworld Vaelik