Maial III, V, and VI, are the three inhabited organic planets closest to Cybertron, and as you might imagine, they've been through some shit. The Maian race still exists largely due to the efforts of Olorian's mother, a Queen as well as a well-known Decepticon collaborator who made it just slightly easier for Megatron to work with her than against her. The Maia allowed the Decepticons to pillage their solar system for resources while using their capital world's moon as a private entertainment paradise.
Following the death of Megatron and the events of Rebirth, the Maia reached out to Cybertron diplomatically. Unfortunately, after a series of hilariously failed communication attempts and various social faux pas, the Queen sent along her son to be Starscream's royal hostage. At this point, Olorian has been living on Cybertron for nearly a decade, throughout most of the rebuilding effot.
As a Maia, he is fully grown at the age of seventeen. Like all Maia, he has pointed ears, bright red skin with black stripes and two tails that are almost long enough to brush the ground when he walks. Olorian is arrogant and haughty, probably made all the much more so through his relationship to Starscream. He is fantastically wealthy and he owns his own starship, lives in the Prime's palace, takes private classes with the best tutors, and regularly dines on food imported to Cybertron form his homeworld. Despite seemingly being a ponce, he is ruthlessly devoted to his people and preserving their society now that they no longer have the Decepticons to 'protect' them. He serves as the Queen's eyes, ears, and mouth on Cybertron.
Water-Dancer
Water-Dancer is the daughter of Water-Spider, the famous Kylss general. Her mother doesn't know her father was and wants to keep it that way, though Water-Spider has occasionally claimed that Coastguard is her sire (no). At fourteen years old, she is the youngest of the 'new' generation, and she lives on Cybertron with her mother and Coastguard, where the work to keep the alliance between the Kylss and the Cybertronians intact. The Kylss are part of the Galactic Council, and though this relationship, the Cybertronians hope to negotiate themselves off the Council's blacklist.
Water-Dancer is typical of her race, with blue-green skin, wide eyes with pupils adapted for seeing underwater, and fins on her arms, legs, and ears. Though they Kylss are semi-aquatic, they don't need to live underwater to survive, and Water-Dancer has lived most of her life on Cybertron. She is bubbly, friendly, and easygoing, and she has many human and Cybertronian friends.
Verell
Verell is the son of Aisa and Taeur, a pair of Nandazzi who were exiled from the BBC following the events that occurred when the BBC and Decepticons went to war over the Kylss homeworld. He is psychic and in theory part of their Warcaste through his mother, though Nandazzi are only telepathic within their own species and any male psionics are usually killed at birth. Unlike his parents, who are dour and miserable in their exile, Verell was never indoctrinated into Nandazzi culture and enjoys everything about living on Cybertron.
As an Nandazzi, Verell is tall, nearly seven feet tall and not yet fully grown. His has black-gray skin and black hair, with prominent horns and blue eyes. He tends to stands out, since he's one of only three Nandazzi living on Cybertron. Unlike most of his race, he doesn't have scars or ritual tattoos, which makes him look decidedly less fierce. Verell is friendly and engaging, with a great love of technology and new things. He is occasionally embarrassed by his parents, who don't talk and are weirdo racists, despite being given sanctuary by the very race they hate.
Your name is CYRAN LEAFSPEAKER and you are a SYLVAN. That is literally what you are, but your GRANDFATHER doesn’t think language evolves over time and he insists on using the archaic term, ELF to describe your race. The dude is also hardcore into the B2E movement, in the sense he’s it’s founder. B2E means BACK TO ELF, which means you live in a goddamn tree in the fucking woods and you have to get up at the crack of motherfucking DAWN every day to listen to the BIRDS SING and COMMUNE WITH NATURE. Fuck birds and fuck nature. Nobody wants to poop outdoors.
As was previously mentioned, you live in a TREE. It’s one of the saplings of the WORLD TREE, which are supposed to be SACRED TO YOUR PEOPLE. The government tried to EVICT you both once, but your grandfather chained himself to your house and screamed at everyone until they realized he was to much trouble to deal with. Mostly you hid and tried not to end up on the news.
Your grandfather expects you to learn to be a proper elf, which means WALKING ON SNOW, shooting a BOW (archery is the sport of goddamn KINGS apparently), having PERFECT HAIR, and going on about how the RACE OF MEN IS FAILING. You don’t know exactly what that means, but the dude also thinks the Druid Council has been infiltrated by snake people, or ‘SNEAPLE’. Oh, and that VACCINES attract monsters. Navigating all of the crazy TABOOS he sets up can be exhausting.
Some time ago, you manged to acquire a tablet, and you use this talk to your friends on SAPCHAT, TWIGGER, and TUMBLRWEED. Your chumhandle is transplantedArcher, and you like to play it fast as loose with punctuation.
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