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><i>Name</i> - Majhiik Endiosa ><i>Gender</i> - Male ><i>Age</i> - Adult (76 years) ><i>Race</i> - Vygun ><i>Physical Description</i> - Still the same slate >blue eyes, though the last three decades have worked >wonders to settle them from their former brash >violence. Still the same dusty, faded golden colour >stains his thin fur, glittering more like pale brass >than any precious metal. Still the same wood brown >hue, not as dramatic as some vyguns (intensity level >two, to be precise), upon stomach, tail, and >extremities, as well as spanning a mottled back. Still >the same coal black membranes upon the tail fin and >tiny wings, though the left of the latter now bears a >yellow-orange - that of some sort of wing, made of >flames, seeming to fit to his own. Still the same >dusky green quills erupting from a lank, mottled back, >each fading from darker and browner to brighter and >more green-gold at the tips. Still the same shaggy mop >of a vyguni half-mane, the same colours as the quills. > >But now Majhiik Endiosa is a little older, a little >wiser. Under the banner of a new name, the vygun is >ready for the next era of his life. > ><i>Personality</i> - Thirty years ago, he was a >hotheaded young male, always ready to fly off the >handle and let out the rage on whomever was nearby. >Formal pilot training in the High Fleet of Magaol >quickly beat some temperance into him and the >senseless rebelliousness out, though he still has the >tendency to become rather touchy and defensive, and >he's far from a spineless bootlicker. Overall, Majhiik >is intense in what he does, be it relationships, >personal projects, work, or even everyday >conversations. This underlying vehemence can be a >little harrowing or even disturbing at times - it can >be seen constantly behind his steel blue eyes, a deep >inner life-light that manifests in zeal. > ><i>Brief History</i> - Majhiik began his life as an >engineer - an artist. This passion led him to the >construction of his own beloved ship, ><i>Flamewing</i>. He joined the High Fleet of Magaol >for lack of a better place to go - he was an aimless >youth, and the space core snagged his attention first. >His father helped secure him his position, as well as >his friendship with the late Vegekyt Wise-Eyes and the >rest of the Ten. Majhiik was something like a snobby >noble boy, only remaining in the High Fleet by an >indulgent father's good graces when he should have >been expelled numerous times. When the old man left >for a distant mission, however, he was all theirs.. > >They sent him to fight in a distant battle that later >warranted the attentions of the Ten themselves, but >originally was downplayed. It was over a dusty little >planet not far from Magaol, dominated by endless >wastes and only a narrow fragment of inhabitable land >in the tropics.. the Magaolin government feared that >those invading this planet with its butterscotch sky >would eventually move on to more palatable worlds.. >including their own new, forested, and mountainous one. > >Majhiik did as he was told, as advised by a friend of >his father, Sendai Kakenel, and went to Terole. This >was thirty years ago. He fought in that war and he >lost, aqcuiring humility and compassion in the >process. A changed man, he returned home with his tail >tucked between his legs.. and the bodies of Razdek >Nymenhaal, Cyrina Belladath, and Waerhni Ardon. > >After that, he resumed his training and took it >seriously. Never amounting to any high rank, he soon >quit and took up the life of an engineer, designing >ships for the Fleet. His own dear <i>Flamewing</i>, >already outdated, was destroyed in an accident - he >constructed another and entitled it <i>Bitterdust</i>. > >Even though he filled his life to the brink - short >and passionate relationships including several >illegitimate children, great undertakings in his work, >and deep studies - his loss on Terole has haunted him >to the day. When he caught wind of the renegade >movement.. he dropped his life and disappeared one >day. Maybe he thinks he can pick up the pieces when - >if - he returns. Maybe he's haunted by the deaths of >his friends. Maybe he's just humiliated and vengeful.. >who knows. All that matters is that he's here now, ><i>Bitterdust</i> and all. > >Species bio to come.

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