Art by, Artem1s
Age: 30 years
Height: 5 ft
Job: Notail Leader of the E-class
Likes: Affection, Attention, Soft things, Pastels, Plushies, Gullible people
Dislikes: Being ignored, Being alone
Notable contributions: E-47 is the current leader of all E-xplorer class notails.
At first glance, E-47 is anything but intimidating. Their skin is the average notail tan, and that is just about the only average thing about them - they are incredibly short for a notail, made even smaller by the way they carry themself, always huddled in. Their antennas, when up, nearly always curl back, and their usual loose clothing only emphasizes how tiny they are in comparison. Overall, it is very easy for someone to mistake them for being much younger than they actually are, and their wobbly high-pitched voice only adds to this image; one of the only indicators otherwise is the “E-47” embroidered on all of their shirts, and even that is lost on people unfamiliar with notail class numbers.
They nearly never wear what is considered typical notail garb; E-47 can almost always be seen wearing pastels, and tends to prefer “cutesy” clothing like oversized sweaters and anything involving bows rather than plain shirts and pants with neutral tones. Notails find this strange, but to other species it tends to come off as at worst childish and at best innocent. That is exactly what E-47 wants.
E-47’s mask is that of a smiling white dog with its ears folded back and its eyes full of tears. They almost always make a “qwq” expression, but on occasion will use “QwQ” as well.
Everything one would expect from a class leader of one of the worst races in the universe, E-47 embodies the very opposite. While most notails hide their emotions and vulnerabilities, E-47 has no shame in weeping openly or laying their every weakness at the feet of whoever they’re speaking to. For the most part, they’re friendly and enjoy talking to people, even if the smallest thing can send them into a fit of tears; the inexperienced might find them nice enough, if nervous and awkward to talk to.
The fact that they seem to have trouble relating to other notails, instead preferring the company of aliens, only adds to the notion that they're different somehow. E-47 is very clingy towards people they’ve declared their friends, crying out of gratitude and showering them in affection whenever anyone does a small favor for them. Overall, most people leave a conversation with E-47 thinking of them as soft-hearted, weak-willed, and just a little childish. Maybe a little annoying, but ultimately harmless.
This is not to be trusted; E-47 is much smarter and much more capable than they let on. Although they appear innocent at first, this is exactly how they want to be perceived, as it makes people let their guards down around them.
They are an extremely manipulative person, playing on other people's pity in order to get what they want. This is especially dangerous to new species that have only recently contacted the rest of the universe and do not have any experience dealing with notails; many have greeted them and gone home under the impression that notails as a whole are a well-meaning, if soft and naive, lot, only to later learn the hard way just how wrong they were as their people are enslaved.
E-47 tends to shed some of these behaviors when in a group consisting only of other notails, though there is no circumstance under which they stop completely. As a result, it is unknown how much of their act is genuine, if any of it is.
One of the biggest reasons E-47 is so unlike other notails is that they did not grow up around other notails in the first place. They were born classless, the natural child of an I-class and an E-class, and was for the most part cared for by their I-class parent with their E-class parent only visiting in between missions. When they were four years old, however, their I-class parent passed away, and their E-class parent took them in instead; when they were seven, their E-class parent took them to a space station, set them down, and left. The two would never meet again.
As a result, E-47 was forced to either find a way to survive on their own, or die. Details on this period of their life are sparse; E-47 wandered frequently, even as a child, but beyond that, they are the only authority on the subject, and all they have to say is that they hated it. It is theorized that this is when they learned to humiliate themself to survive, but nothing can be confirmed.
What is certain is that they eventually grew tired of this life. Because their earliest memories - the memories of their life with their notail parents - were in their view their happiest, when they were 19 they decided to make their way to a notail-run planet and ask to rejoin notail society. They were told to apply, and after a while they were allowed back in as an E-class.
Notails found them strange. E-47 simply didn't act much like one of them at all, and E-47 found it difficult to understand their peers. But the important thing was if they could do their job well, and that was something they excelled in. Although E-47 never went to the forest, and never learned some of the lessons the other E-classes did, they learned different ones that were just as, if not more in some cases, effective. Alien after alien, planet after planet, E-47 did what they did best: zero in on whoever would be most likely to respond to their attitude, and make themself pathetic. Finding them harmless, nothing more - simply trusting, sweet, and just a bit gullible - was the last mistake anyone in their path would make.
It is unknown what made them do it, if it was even anything in particular, but eventually E-47 applied for their current position as E-class leader. Because of their effective, if unconventional, work, they were given tasks to prove themself against the previous E-47, which they accomplished with ease. As a result, the old class leader was fired, and E-47 gained their position.
As a class leader, E-47 is constantly cloned and replaced upon death, but only as long as they continue to outperform anyone else vying for their position.
Puppy Dog Eyes: E-47 is extremely empathetic, in that they are easily able to understand the emotions of others and, moreover, how to get the emotional responses they want. As such, they are very good at zeroing in on whoever might respond to their tears the best, before proceeding to metaphorically roll over and show their belly in order to accomplish their goal. Though in their personal life they are much more likely to seek pity, when E-47 is doing their job, either sympathy or underestimation will both work fine for their purposes.
• E-47 enjoys collecting stuffed animals, and will gladly show a picture of their collection to anyone that asks. They claim to have a plushie of every known species in the universe, but only travels with one or two.
• It is almost impossible to anger E-47 - being rude tends to just make them cry about "people being mean" - but the quickest way to get them to something close is for another notail to tell them they don't belong.
• Shortly after E-47’s promotion, their predecessor disappeared under mysterious circumstances. If asked about it, E-47 will just cry and say they can’t believe something so horrible could have happened.