THE QUANTA | HALF-CENTAURIAN
The true nature of your birth was hidden from you since adolescence, when you watched the hues of red and yellow strike across the sky of Proxima. Then the slight differences crept up on you, slowly you matured into something different from the others who shared your home. So you decided to trek across the stars, eager to to find the father of a different species. Until that innocence turned sour when you learned what truly happened on your home.
CONNECTIONS
THE SILICATE: Being accepted as full-blooded is rare in this world, it seems as if fickle things like affiliation and species simply don’t matter to them. Their anger boils hot, keeping everyone at arms length, afraid of getting burned. Truly, they just seem lonely to you, a feeling you often reciprocate.
THE HAWKING: They’re white walls, a clean sketchbook, something for you to paint in your own image. Maybe not all humans are the epitome of wickedness, certainly not them with their empty, glazed eyes. If you teach them, form them into something as beautiful and explosive as a firework, there’s a chance they, a human, could be the one to foil humanity.
THE ISOMER: They find you fascinating, like an exhibit on display, an act in a freak-show. They say their only aim is to watch, to be an observer to the mayhem at play. You’re not blind, you see the gears in their mind turn with each word you spill. If they’re going to use you for your story, you’re damn well going to play them.
THE QUANTA IS OPEN












