Agents of the Tempest

Hadrian Torque

Sex: Male
Age: 31
Species: Human
Occupation: Mercenary
Sexuality: Straight

Personality:
Torque's line of work has long since hammered out any recognizable traits of sympathy or compassion for his kin, making him a seemingly cold and indifferent being who has little in the way of moral standards. However at base roots Hadrian is human and thus cannot escape the pleadings of his suppressed consciousness and will, on the occasion, show mercy and pity; this often means simply granting a swift, painless death. His hate of the oppressive, greedy Government's and world Corporations has made him a pessimistic man but this doesn't stop him from working for them every now and then, when the food stock is running low. Once Hadrian sought a deeper meaning to life, a purpose, but that notion has long since been driven into the darkest recesses of his being, shaping him into the cold, methodical and apparently heartless being he is today.

Appearance and Clothing:
• Height: 5'11

• Weight: ~80Kgs

• Hair:
- Dark brown
- Long and unkempt
- Often pushed back away from his face

• Face:
- Sharp, defined and gaunt features.
- Green eyes that belie no warmth.
- A deep set scar that runs diagonally across his face.

• Skin:
- Although tanned it retains a somewhat unhealthy pallor to it.
- Scarred in a myriad of places beyond his face.

• Body:
- A lean, well muscled frame.
- Athletic shape from a life of obvious activity.

• Clothing:
- An assortment of worn and grubby garments.
- A white t-shirt with a brown, sleeveless multi-pocketed jacket over the top that makes him appear quite like an explorer of some sort. Faded, olive green, multi-pocketed trousers. There is also a black balaclava tucked away on his person.
- Bandaged hands and forearms.

Weapons and Equipment: In his multitude of pockets Hadrian carries an assortment of items and weapons necessary for his survival as a mercenary in some of the most decrepit places on Earth.
- Mobile Phone
- A length of piano wire
- A Leatherman
- A combat blade in a holster strapped to his leg under his trousers.
- Two machine pistols holstered in either side of the jacket with extra clips.
- A long barrelled sniper rifle that is wrapped in cloth and strapped to his back. (not always on his person)
- Wallet with only money.
- Lighter
- Small bottle of flammable liquid.
- Three hand grenades concealed on the back of his belt.

Likes and Dislikes:
• Likes:
- Tranquillity
- Nature
- Solitude

• Dislikes:
- People
- Government
- Pollution

Strengths and Weaknesses:
• Strengths:
- A good shot & marksman
- Fast and agile.
- Quick to act in a chaotic situation.

• Weaknesses:
- Not good with people.
- Having emotional realities made aware to him.
- Women and children.

Biography: -Undisclosed-

Elsron Maetu

Sex: Male
Age: 104
Species: Allurel
Occupation: Connoisseur of Creations
Sexuality: No preference.

Personality: To kin: Polite, Kind, Generous, Altruistic, Understanding, To others: Haughty, Arrogant, Condescending.

Appearance and Clothing:
• Height: 6"5

• Weight: 60Kgs

• Hair:
- Ice blue hair
- Long and maintained.
- Tied back in a graceful lock.

• Face:
- Thin, chiselled and noble features.
- Ice blue eyes
- Thin, shaped mouth.

• Skin:
- Porcelain skin
- Smooth and perfect with not a single blemish.

• Body:
- A seemingly fragile frame which belies the strength within.
- Graceful and slim.

• Clothing:
- Rich, perfectly fitting attire.
- Often light, tranquil colours; light blues, whites and gentle greens.
- On the more casual occasion he wears simple, yet elegant togas.

Weapons and Equipment:
Due to Elsron's choice of occupation his manor is filled with magnificently crafted items raging from sculptures, to technological devices and even the odd weapon hung decorously upon the walls. These weapons were forged merely for the sake of indulging his interests and they vary from seemingly complex tools of melee or intricate projectile devices of stunning power. If Maetu ever carries them on his person he does so for show and with no implication of violence.

An item which he carries on his person at all times is a bracelet worn around his right wrist. This is no mere piece of jewellery but an item that combines all the functions considered necessary to advanced life; time keeping, navigation, information retrieval and the like. Elsron, like almost all of his belongings, forged this bracelet and has been modifying it ever since to suit his every need.

Likes and Dislikes:
• Likes:
- Creating, crafting, forging, sculpting, painting - anything to do with the creation of beautiful, perfect things.
- Leisurely strolls about his manor.
- Gentle music.
- Observing the creatures of his planet.
- Nature.
- Cool weather.

• Dislikes:
- Other races.
- Violence and destruction.
- Ugly things and crude creations.

Strengths and Weaknesses:
• Strengths:
- Excellent at creating things.
- Perceptive.
- Agile.

• Weaknesses:
- Very arrogant and condescending with other races.
- Narrow minded when it comes to other races.
- Suspicious to a point some would consider paranoid with other races.

Biography:
Born and raised on Pax, Elsron commenced his studies at the prompt age of 3, as any other Allurel would, and performed without flaw for the seven years of his education. From a young age he took a keen interest in the Universe that surrounded him and became eager to learn of as many different Galaxies, systems, planets and races as he could.

This healthy interest led him into a career of travelling, exploring and documenting all he found for the collective knowledge of his people. During these years of his life he visited a great many places both in and outside of his Galaxy, discovering different planets and observing other species, all the while documenting it all. He came to love all things beautiful and perfect and even took up many hobbies in his spare time, painting pictures and crafting sculptures.

However as his work progressed and his hobbies intensified he began to see the flaws in other races and worlds that were not present on Pax or in the Allurel. He couldn’t bring himself to understand how any race could cope with being anything but utterly perfect. One day he became so agitated that he questioned a member of one of the races he was observing, enquiring as to how it could stand being so imperfect. The being took offence and this only agitated Elsron further, leading him to the conclusion that not only were all other species inferior but too blind to take notice and change.

Withdrawing from his work in disgust at that which surrounded him Elsron returned home (now 51) and buried himself in creating perfect things of every calibre. He became a Connoisseur of Creations and his works are not rare amongst the beauties of Pax society. He aided in the construction of many of his planets landmarks and cities before turning his attentions more inwards and having his own beautiful manor erected within a forest atop a myriad of branching rivers at the base of a mountain, overlooking the perfectly still oceans of Pax. Here he found beautiful solace in seclusion and devoted his time to filling his abode with wonderful creations.