Introducing your Unity, Angels of Desolation or Kasanthian Federation Character

The TRILAT is lead by Unity Prime
The Subcommander of this faction is Captain Axis
The TRILAT also has 3 subfactions
The Unity, which TRILAT members can join by asking their leader Unity Prime.
The Angels of Desolation, which TRILAT members can join by asking their leader Angel D
The Kasanthian Federation, which TRILAT members can join by asking their leader Admiral Layne Yr

Give a basic physical description, a pic if you got one of your character, and your background.
Ranks in the military are assigned by the DR Team during your character creation email.

Oh great Admiral Layne Yr,
I am now known as Viggo the Kasanthian, a K'iou from a family of 5 generations of Kasanthian supporters. (Average K'iou height, strong as a team of Earther horses, silvering beard, balding head, once prestine plate armor that has been adourned with nightmare hides and the stains of many battles. He carries a crafted Polehammer made from the fist of a Krato. His nightmare team are mini minotaurs covered in loose pate armor most likely crafted from the same Krato as the polehammer)
It was my great, great grandfather Voguel that had established a well groomed business relationship with your Lord Dark. Voguel, as a young traveller was most graciously offered lodging within Lord Dark's keep and in return offered his assistance. Voguel became known for armorsmithing, and had crafters some of the finest armors in the lands. As he became older, work became tougher even with the help of his sons. Lord Dark had once again offered his service and enlightened elder Voguel in the benefits of nightmare slaving. Voguel, truely trusted his guidance, and took to it as a natural. Now with the extra help of his and his sons nightmares, they could produce 4 times as much and strengthen the bond of their arrangement.
It was during my father's tenure as patriarch, that we took the family from the homeforge and moved to a complex provided by the family of Lord Dark. I have followed in the family path, studied in the arts of nightmare slaving and armoring. I looked to do one better in establishing a relationship of my own with the ancestor of Dark, your Lord Lurlock. It is during my tenure that i look to not hide from the stigma of being a Kasanthian, and achieve all of the glory that can be obtained from nightmare slaving. For the good of Lord Lurlock and that of all of the Kasanthian Empire.

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Grand Admiral Layne Yr, Fleet Commander of the Necromancer Nations of the Kasanthian Federation, I am the leader of the Kasanthian Federation, and one of the three leaders of the TRILAT. But that is such a small part of the wonder that is me.
I started my career as an apprentice to Lurlock, that notorious Necromancer and erstwhile PeaceLord of the Northern Kingdom of Kasanth. That old lecherous man certainly enjoyed my endless talents, and who else could he trust to lead all those cute little bloodthirsty Nightmares? And while I am a gal, I never slept my way to the top, I earned it by helping to overthrow the Warmonger Cult and liberating the kingdom of Kasanth.
I may be beautiful enough to have both mortals and demons begging for my attentions, but I lead them without compromise. If you wish to join the Kasanthian Federation you must first bow your head in respect to me. Then show respect to my subcommander the brave Captain Axis.
My fleets are vast, and manned by vampire spacers and nightmares in power armor, and woe be to our enemies when they spot us on the long-distance scanners.
I may have the looks of a gothic fashion model, with a tendency towards vampy dresses in Nightmare Leather, but I am also a tactical leader. I know my role in the TRILAT, do you know yours?

We are the pronoun challenged Unity Prime. I began as a computer program, then was coalesced into a daemonic life-form. At last, I removed the shackles of a perfect form, and became mortal.

When I am not speaking through layers of monitors, I appear in jet black power armor with a single red eye and four curving spikes on the helm. The armor carries a single sword at the hilt which radiates malevolence and carries a single ruby on the hilt. Under the armor, Prime is a well muscled man whose dark skin is covered in deep scars. Prime also has a penchant for wearing a black rose on his lapel for his own reasons. He is no king, but is well respected by the Unity consensus.

Prime fashions himself in the way of a warrior philosopher. He leverages the minds of the Unity to make dramatic technological leaps. In the TRILAT he often takes a supporting role with mobile units, infrastructure development, and research.

I am Garmin Fe, Protector General of Beacon City, Dra'khan of S'vana, First Knight of the Augery Chior.

What I hold most dear is the creation of knowledge and the advancement of society. The Quall have no society, they have no consensus, they do not further culture or knowledge. They instead consume societies and transform knowledge into mere facts. They threaten to do this throughout all worlds and all planes of existence. They must be destroyed. That is what I am, their destruction.

Further descriptions are meaningless. I am K'iou. I am a technomancer. I have implanted within myself my own technomantic clockworks. I have given up my arm, my leg, my heart and replaced them with crystal constructs. My body is chill, yet my blood still flows. That is all you need to know.

AUTOMATED TRANSMISSION INITIATING.


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I am M.D.





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"I am Dr. Michael Herbert Gilmour, former lead engineer for terraforming and agricultural planning on Habitat One. As one of the original colonists of Habitat One, my job was to make that world more suitable for its inhabitants. Unfortunately, unforeseen complications rendered that goal untenable, and since that point I have worked to avoid those kinds of issues in the future.

Today, my major position is that of researching directed biotechnology and autonomous planetary terraforming. Current goals include development of organisms to properly convert current planetary conditions into those more suitable for proper life. To this end, I have successfully and completely replaced the previous biome of Habitat Two with something both more productive and resilient. It is from that position that I am orchestrating further efforts, and it is my design to put more habitats under my control. With my production growing to proper levels, transport systems are being designed for rapid deployment. I hope to begin exerting influence directly on enemy words within a short period of time, disrupting their logistical trains through damaging production and transport systems.

It should be noted that systems under my control will not likely be habitable or useful for you, my allies, but this is an unfortunate side-effect of current methodology. I hope you will come to appreciate how effective it is in the long-term, however."

Michael does not meet people in-person, and his current whereabouts are assumed to be Habitat Two. He transmits all messages with standard Unity encryption from planets on which he has a presence, though which one it comes from seems to be randomized. In video-messages, his appearance is that of a middle-aged man standing in a featureless room, wearing a labcoat emblazoned with his name. His appearance never seems to change between messages.

Planets under his control have undergone massive changes in biome, atmosphere, surface composition, and temperature. In every case, they are almost entirely covered with lifeforms that could best be described as fungi, though it is quite clear that there are an indeterminate number of different species. Universally, his words are hostile toward all 'alien' life, and it is nearly impossible for any lifeform to survive without complete containment. Furthermore, most protective suits begin to quickly degrade, and even those made to survive conditions on the ground do not last significantly longer- indeed, the air itself seems hostile to intrusion. There does not seem to ever be sentient life or large constructions on his planets.

Greetings Everyone ,

I am hear to burn my enemies and slaughter all who stand against me! Glory to the TRILAT and may our enemies die at our hands!

It is good to see you are hear, still fighting the good fight. Admiral Yr, I am glad to see you still are here, I look forward to working with you again.

My current personal objective is to find Captain Alice Clegg, she and I have some unfinished business that I need to attend to. If you find any information about her whereabouts , I would appreciate hearing it.

By the way, if you and your troops need some rest, feel free to stop by my casino . We are currently expanding our maintenance facilities , to provide repairs to any and all damaged that arrive, for a price.

"This one stands before you choates-without-host in utmost humility, in most gracious thanks for the salvation which was rendered. Too many thousnads suns has passed, too much darkness crossed, locked within a vicious creature of destruction. So much killending, terrorfire, lifeburning, things which were but myth and legend to this one and this one's kind."

A hulking, figure towers over the humans nearby it, standing upon thick, trunks and slowly flexing branch-like appendages. It is strangely delicate in its movements, careful not to disturb itself - for it is covered in what appears to be a complete, miniature rainforest. Flowering vines and ropey lianas crisscross around and over its body, rosaceous blossoms bedeck its branch tips, multitudinous insectoids of a rainbow of colors scurry impatiently between blades and over highways of plant life. Tiny bird-like bumblers cheep and flit from under long turquoise fronds, and tiny slithery movements make you believe there might be more... reptilian creatures traversing the expanse of this bedecked creature. It gently shakes its living pelt and resumes speaking, the words rumbling from deep within. Second later you notice the sounds emanate from what appears to be a golden-lion tamarind, except with four beady black eyes, sharp mandibles and eight legs, each ending in disturbingly two-fingered hands.

"This one is confused, however, because one has yet to meet your creator. One must congratulate it on the quality of its choates, that can survive alone and so far from host. It was considered quite an impossible task, but yet, this one sees it must be true."

"One will do what one can to aid you in stopping the Burning Ones, but one cannot... cannot killend."

The Oleifera shudders, a ripple which sends all the tiny creatures coating its body into hiding, including the golden mouthpiece. It is the first to reappear, and grooms itself into calmness, sliding furred arms through gently clicking mandibles as it continues.

"All life ends, and choates eatend, for that is the way of life. But Oleifera do not eatend, nor... killend."

"This one has created all choates for oneself, perhaps it is possible to create choates for choates-without-host... one will see. This one is young, with no one to guide it. One will study that-which-determines-you, and one will learn your way of speak. Eventually, one will also study the Burning Ones..."

The Oleifera slowly brings itself to full height, more of the golden creature emerge from various hiding places and chime in a discordant hymn,

"May suns grant strength, and darkness bring wisdom and peace."