Characters submitted by @Whiskii
Name: Khelrik “Ricky” Yorezhan
Male/Female? Male
Race: Dark Elf
Age: 18
Physical Description (include descriptions about any cybernetics): Khelrik is a visibly young Dark Elf. His youth is especially obvious to other elves, and reactions range from indifference to condescension — as he is often considered still a child. His skin is a rather dark grey, and his eyes are a bright luminescent red (often reminding people of traffic lights). He keeps his white hair long, typically in a ponytail.
He dresses plainly in affordable synthetic fibres that keep him warm and allow for ease of movement, especially on the cold and cramped lower Lev (city level) he lives on.
His right arm is a basic prosthetic that does not offer any special properties other than an extremely steady right hand. He has an antique analog wristwatch on his opposite wrist that is permanently stuck at two o’clock, as the rare batteries that it needs to run are too expensive for him to afford.
He has a standard civilian neural interface, allowing him to surf the Net and call others.
Personality: Being young, Khelrik is rather idealistic, a stark contrast to his more-cynical father. He still has much to learn, and tends to ask a lot of questions.
Backstory:
Born in the dark, freezing depths of Lev 345, the largest ground-level section of the city, Ricky was born to a pair of struggling Dark Elves in the local elven enclave. His mother left the family when he was 8, having been seduced by a rich human promising her a better life in the upper Levs.
Some time ago in his preteen years, his right arm was mangled in a vague accident, of which he remembers nothing much of.
He and his father, Kieran, run a shady back-alley clinic with ties to local gangs and mercenary crews.
He hopes to one day find his mother in the upper Levs to get some closure.
Other Information:
Human friends call him “Ricky”. The nickname stuck permanently.
He works some nights as an underpaid taxi driver to make ends meet. He is likely being exploited by his anonymous employers.
He is a crack shot, and carries a compact energy pistol in his jacket pocket for self-defence.
Name: Kieran Yorezhan
Male/Female? Male
Race: Dark Elf
Age: 455
Physical Description (include descriptions about any cybernetics): Kieran is an older Dark Elf, though the only thing alerting non-elves to his age is a slightly weathered face. He appears unassuming from first glance, dressing plainly in synthetic leather jackets. In actuality, he has a range of combat enhancements that remain relatively hidden at first glance:
Subdermal armour renders him relatively bulletproof, but more resistant to fire from energy guns. He can still be hurt by blades and blunt force trauma. His more advanced neural interface scans targets’ vital signs and highlights injuries, alongside Net-surfing and voice calling. While synthetic muscle fibres enhance his strength and physical durability.
Like his son, Kieran has long, wavy white hair, though his only falls to the middle of his back. However, he opts to wear his hair in a bun for practical reasons. His eyes are a dark violet and his skin is a medium grey.
Personality: A long, dangerous life has caused Kieran to be more cynical than most. He does his best to be a good father, but worries that his son would be in need of a mother. He is protective of Ricky, especially since the accident that took his arm.
In his line of work, Kieran is relatively compassionate, but has a no-nonsense approach to running his clinic. When forced to wrangle indignant gang enforcers and violent mercenaries into cooperating with him to prevent their untimely deaths, one learns to bite back. He makes liberal use of the various black market sedatives at his disposal, only holding unruly patients at gunpoint as a last resort.
His divorce was not too long ago, and he is still enamoured by his ex-wife, whom he has not seen in years. He suspects it would take him an additional century to move on and envies humans who seem to come to terms with grief in the nick of time.
Backstory:
Kieran was born on Lev 345 four centuries ago in the elven enclave, to a massive family of 13. Too exhausted to care about their many children, his parents left him and his siblings to raise each other.
Relatively independent from a young age, he had a dream to study medicine and worked hard to scrounge up enough funds to go to medical school. He did achieve his dream somewhat, managing to get into his Lev’s university’s school of medicine.
He finished his education, but did not finish his residency. In order to progress to work as a doctor full-time, he would have had to fork out money he didn’t have to the medical megacorporation who was hosting him. He left before he could bring himself to financial ruin.
A little after this, he went into Elidel’s criminal underworld, opening up his shady clinic in a former garage he bought with his remaining money. After running his clinic for 300 years while doing mercenary work on the side, he chose to settle down and start a family.
After his marriage fell through, he has picked up mercenary work again for the past decade to support himself and his son.
Other Information:
He is proficient with a variety of weapons, including blades and firearms. He keeps various energy rifles at home — including an ion-shotgun, that fires accelerated atoms to rip through armour and skin.
He is a little wary of humans and does not hold them in a very positive light. But it will not stop him from treating any humans under his care.
