About Sutra d'Ethaline
Name: Sutra d'Ethaline
Planet of Origin: A dry desertified planet, with higher gravity and a strong axial tilt. The high concentrations of metal and mineral deposits dictate the main occuaption of the few people who live there. They live in small enclaves around the mine shaft, filled with people they have a high mortality rate with the storms wracking the facilities. Thus they have to live very strict lives, which they worship the stars from which they came.
Species:Maveos
A highly civilised and religious peoples, their 'sky-ship' crashed there eons ago during 'the catastrophy' when all the Empire fractured. They metabolise foods, drink and drugs badly - thus they tend to a puritanical streak; except during the 'week of sin.' They believe in Science and the Great Ones - they have a stern religion.
One or two lines about appearance: Strapping but beautiful 'woman', she has bronzed skin, from her planets intense light with many tattoos carved upon it. Symbols showing her status and carved upon all her kinds bodies from a young age depicting their station in life and their 'sky-path' that their lives will take.
One or two lines about personality: The chosen one of the Maveos, from the stars at her birth; it was decided she would be their ambassador. Given everything on a plate, she rebelled against the strict scriptures and acted out. However, not enough to cause her to be austracised or undergo the 'forsaken-cast'. Currently on an unsupervised mission to other planets to sell the metals, she has been partying hard.
Occupation: Ambassador, she enjoys partying and composing her avante-garde music/entertainment.
What your character was doing when the Alert went off: Dancing in her rooms, to the latest Fourier created sounds. Sutra scanned her cortex library for the reason of the alert. 'Mutants, may the Muion save me.' She just managed to grab her hold-box and get to the door. As it closes she dives threw throwing herself upon the floor before the rest.
As the announcement rings out she calls to the unthinking optics; "Let us out!"
