Vrangens

The Vrangens are a ten-legged species with compound eyes and poisonous spines at their mouths and tails. Their fragile-looking legs are actually extremely tough and flexible (similar to pipe-cleaners in that way). Their planet is tidally locked toward their sun, so one side is always warm, one is in perpetual night, and the weather is violent and intense. The Vrangen, and all life on the planet, live beneath the surface. Though there are tunnels and caves that reach into the warm and cold extremes of the planet, most of Vrangen society exists under the surface along the twilight areas where day forever meets night.

Tiffoy is a medic and a surgeon. Though Vrangen poison is deadly to other Vrangens, medics devote their lives to their craft, which includes eating a unique diet that weakens their poison. This allows them to sting their patients, putting them into a sleep instead of killing them, so the medics can operate. Tiffoy is a grumpy old sort, but is very good at the job.

Denning is a power engineer. Vrangen technology uses electricity gained from wind turbines that are extended to the surface of the planet, where the winds are extremely strong. While no Vrangen has been to the surface, engineers like Denning have come close enough to poke their machinery up there.

Yuddy is a scientist studying the nature of space-time itself, looking to develop a method to move into higher spatial dimensions. At this stage, Yuddy’s work is all hypothetical, but it may be on the right track considering that there are several Higher Dimensional beings who have taken notice and are now actively trying to help, or hinder, Yuddy’s progress.

A Fact About Vrangens: Vrangens do communivate with a spoken language, but they go about it in an odd way. When conversing, they emit a constant monotonous hum, which is broken by sudden quick silences. These silences are the Vrangen language. In a way, their words are the opposite of ours, being patters made out of noiselessness, instead of patters made of noise.

Universe: Brown

Ormidians

The Ormidians are a humanoid species, they’ve got the whole two-legs-two-arms-one-head thing going on. They are about the same height as humans, and their society is structured somewhat similar to humanity’s as well, with cities and nations and governments and all of that stuff. Their planet is called Ormidia and, though they have not yet left the world or discovered life on other planets, they have been visited in secret by the Space Gods of this universe.

Melo is a city guard, essentially the police force of the city. Unfortunately, Melo is something of a corrupt cop. Melo routinely takes bribes from the criminal element, and also picks on innocent people if Melo has a reason to do so.

Whooldoon is a demi-god. Ormidians do not reproduce in the same way that humans do, with two partners coming together to form a new human, but instead they expel little globules we can call eggs and they are put into a big pile with eggs from all the others who are reproducing at that time. Mostly, the resulting offspring are clones of the egg donor, but they take genetic elements from the others in the pile, so some variations do occur. When Whooldoon’s parent was trapped in a burnt-out wasteland after a war, they laid an egg alone that would have died, but the Space God Valia took pity on them and kept the egg alive. The resultant child, Whooldoon, took elements of the god’s power and is now a tall, somewhat glowing, demi-god who is trying to find a place in the world. (Whooldoon’s “half-sister” of sorts would be Nicole Archibald.) With superhuman (or “superormidian” rather) strength and stature, Whooldoon is capable of doing much good and opposing all sorts of evil, but does that make Whooldoon brave? As a child of the God of Courage, even if they don’t know it, Whooldoon feels that strength is an important virtue, but can’t be sure if it is one they possess.

Scarrow is a priest for one of the most common religions on Ormidia, one based around the prophecies of a doom-speaker thousands of years ago. The prophecies insist that the end of time is upon us and we will all be dead within a generation. It has said that for thousands of generations now, and it isn’t any truer now than it was then. The adherents of the religion surely must have some doubts by now, but they plug along with their traditions as if the end was right around the corner.

A Fact About Ormidians: Rail vehicles, somewhat like trains, are the most popular form of transport on Ormidia. Between cities and even over oceans, the railways are built, and almost any one city in the world can now be reached by rail from anywhere else.

Universe: Silver