Sade's Characters

Yogskas Vruhm

Age: 56
Race: Armored Rat
Fur Pattern: Reddish brown on flanks, head, back, arms and legs. White on belly and thighs and inner arms. Darker reddish-brown spines.
Nationality: Kar'Nah'Kah
Affiliation: Air Force
Position: Marshal of the Kar'Nah'Kah Air Force
Magical Ability: Null

Appearance:

Yogskas' appearance typifies that of his race, however the race as a whole is considered outside of the norm. Armored Rats are classified firmly within the rodent camp and share the rodent's racial weakness in all forms of magic, but, where most rodent races are comparably small in stature, the Armored Rats are formidable creatures. 6' 2" tall- 6' 8" counting the spines sprouting between his ears- and a 250 pound physique hardened by decades of combat both on the field of battle and in the offices of bureaucrats, Yogskas is a force to be reckoned with in all occasions.

The rodent wears military attire modified to fit his form: the shirts and jackets have had their backs removed and replaced with buckled belts in order to leave his spines unimpeded. On his face he wears only a hard stare; twisted, bristly whiskers; and old scars.

The armored rat favors his right leg and often makes use of a cane, the result of an old battlefield injury poorly healed.

Psych Profile:

This armored rat is not one to cross. He is quite literally tough-as-nails, and though he can often be seen leaning on a stainless steel cain, he is also often seen laying younger, fitter furs out on their asses in response to the slightest challenge. He is not quite idolized by the Rodents under his command, but he is seen as a kind of father figure- a father figure who won't hesitate to put you in your place, but who only does so for your betterment as a Rodent. He truly does want his subordinates to succeed, to become more than they were.

His attitude toward non-rodents is cool and controlled, as the only ones he deigns to interact with are those he cannot help but meet. Joint Chefs of Staff, royal attendants, budgetary officers and so forth. These furs he manipulates or intimidates into giving him what he needs. Other non-rodents who cross his path need only stay out of his way.

Yogskas' private life remains highly private. He is known to have a wife and a daughter, and he spends time with them in their home in Gra'hale when he can, but it is always kept low key, and little is known about them.

History:

Born to magically null farmers in the frontier settlement which preceded New Xaville's founding, Vruhm witnessed firsthand the influx of foreign furs and their effects on the social and economic lives of the rodents predating them. His father had scratched out a living for them in this harsh place away from the magical prejudices of the cities only to have his farm driven under by magically inclined non-rodent foreigners. The ruin of his livelihood eventually led to the ruination of his life.

Yogskas escaped the final days of his family's crumbling by joining the Army of Kar'Nah'Kah. He first saw combat at the age of nineteen and went on to serve in dozens of small skirmishes and minor wars. He served well, outfighting and outthinking his adversaries on the battlefield, but he advanced very little against the stigma. He was a peasant. Worse, he was a peasant who would never, no matter how long he trained, wield even the most rudimentary forms of magic. It simply was not in his blood.

A few months after his 46th birthday he fought in skirmishes along the border with Exanos to the south, where he witnessed the devastation and tremendous advantage wrought by their southern neighbor's aerial technology. Even as a bomb burst in the trenches and ripped through his right thigh, shredding muscle and nerve alike, the germ of an idea was planted in his mind.

Recovery from his wounds in a field hospital was slow and ultimately never complete. He was left hobbled and therefore unfit for duty, and his canine superiors were all to willing to see him gone from the Army. Vruhm did not see a future for himself outside the military- after all, he only knew two things: how to make war and how to farm potatoes- so he turned to the Air Force.

Yogskas was surprised to find himself rising quickly through the ranks here. Countless favors owed him had bite here where previously they had none. In this branch of the Kar'Nah'Kah military, overlooked, ignored, underfunded, and poorly staffed by Kar'Kah, he found he could maneuver. Nobody cared that he lacked magic. Nobody cared about his peasant background. Nobody cared, because nobody in this land of earth and stone gave a shit about the Air Force.

Nobody cared, that is, with the exception of Vruhm. The ideas planted in his mind had festered and grown over the years. He had watched from the outside in, the Wizards in their cloisters, the rotting carcasses of mothballed zeppelins laying like great beached wales upon the earth, and the lives of the rodents. Oh yes, the rodents. He had seen a great deal, he had been around the world, and he had seen a way forward not just for him, but for *his* people, *his* race.

Yogskas now finds himself in overall command of the entire Air Force. Yogskas can see himself coming to command so much more.

K'zer Palef'Nah

Age: 25
Race: Jird (Gerbil)
Fur Pattern: Tawny yellow on flanks, head, back, arms, and legs, with darker brown streaks beginning between the eyes and running throughout. White on belly, thighs and inner arms, hands, feet, and face.
Nationality: Kar'Nah'Kah
Affiliation: Air Force; Civil Security
Position: Flight Lieutenant
Magical Ability: Null

Appearance:

K'zer is thin and wiry, a typical build for mongolian jirds, known more commonly as gerbils. He is a relatively well-kept and groomed young man in the incongruous rock-and-sand colors of the Air Force uniform.

Psych Profile:

Palef's got a good heart in him, but he tries not to let it get in the way. He is highly driven to accomplish the tasks given him. Though he is not privy to all details, he can feel history welling up like a tidal wave, threatening to crash down on the world and wash the "way things are" away with it. He wants to be a part of that wave, so that he may be among those who come out on top.

History:

Palef'Nah's last name quite literally translates as "Palefall First," more colloquially "First of Palefall." As such it should come as no surprise that his family is among the first known to inhabit the region around Palefall. His family predated the formation of the highly profitable mines in the region, his father and mother created quite a respectable little fortune in the early years after the mine's establishment, however he cannot follow in their footsteps. Kar'Nah'Kah has an insatiable hunger for raw materials, even more so now with the threat of war looming. Folks like K'zer and his parents, lacking in the earth magic used to squeeze more and more productivity from the mines, have no place.

Assured that his parents had enough to retire in moderate comfort on their own, Palef'Nah set out to find work. He found it in Vruhm's new Air Force, which had begun an aggressive recruiting compaign throughout the poorer neighborhoods of Kar'Nah'Kah's cities- a campaign which appealed to Palef's desire for adventure at greater heights, both in terms of elevation AND society. He wanted to become more than "just a rodent, just a peasant, just a 'null'."

K'zer proved… clumsy yet determined. His determination and vigor caught the Marshel's eye, and he was promptly transferred to a program of, as they assured him, "vital importance." Through political maneuvering and some kind of crazy back-door politicking beyond his comprehension, the Air Force had been given responsibility for securing the civilian mail system from interference under the umbrella of Civil Security. He found this new assignment demeaning until he was made privy to information that others had not.

Soon, now promoted to Flight Lieutenant, he would find himself in amongst the cities, checking the mail… checking the mail, for the future of Kar'Nah'Kah and the rodent races.