[Cosmosdex] The Fictional Encyclopedia

[Cosmosdex]

The legendary dex is the place where you may find characters who show up in every universe. To be a legendary character, they must fit one or more of these rules. Being a major part of a plot, such as being the head of a species goverment, flat out famous, such as being a huge rock star or war hero, or just a plain oddity in the universe.

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Abadeer

Abadeer, at first, is not very talkative, and is very direct when he does speak. However, he is also known to rant from time to time if the proper situation is presented. He doesn't appear very expressive, but can actually be pretty emotional and easy to rile up. Despite his awkward behavior, he is actually very friendly towards most people, assuming he gets a chance to meet them. Of course, because of his off-putting posture and appearance, he has very few friends.

Alex (K-137)

K-137, aka Alex, is a decidedly normal notail with entirely ordinary notail features. She is of average height for a notail, and possessed of a slim build. Alex has pale pinkish skin and long pinkish-red hair, slightly eccentric, to an extant that is in fact, perfectly normal. Her antenna are rather short, and somewhat fake looking, many have thought they were in fact entirely fake and that she did not have any. This is not the case.

Alice.exe

Alice.exe is a cloudsitter boog, and as such, lives mostly just as data in networks. This means she doesn't have a traditional physical form to describe, but there are visual features she uses to define herself. When using a visual representation, she appears as a three eyed teal silhouette of a head with four simplified tentacles protruding from the top. When inhabiting a robot chassis with a screen this avatar is projected upon it, and in robots with no screen she adjusts lights to be teal, if possible.

Athena v7

V7 appears similar to a v1 Athena unit at first glance, until you notice the minor differences, mainly in the legs, arm, head, and singular wing. V7 has a sleeker and more curved beak than a normal Athena unit, with a more jagged and further back crown, along this crown many scuff marks and deep scratches may be found, as a sign of the many battles v7 has been through. In addition, v7 has only a single wing, and as well as a customized left arm, due to having lost both an arm and a wing in a fight that was in fact in reality a trap. V7 refuses to replace her broken wing, but willingly replaced her arm with a much more dangerous model customized to hold a single ai unit to act as a secondary power source. While v7 wears the typical garb of an Athena unit, she has made one addition: a cloak used to conceal her left arm when not in battle.

Azathoth

When meeting Azathoth for the first time, many people will instantly notice that they felt like they've seen Azathoth before, but have no idea where they met them. If while reading this entry you feel you have met Azathoth before, stop, and inform yourself that you have never met Azathoth, and likely never will.

B-69

B-69 turns nir nose up at the formalwear nir parents favour and can rarely be seen without nir favourite plain hoodie and cargo shorts, though ne has a lab coat that ne only wears when at work. Nir left antenna stands at a perfect 90 degree angle, nir right by contrast curling gently forward. Ne has tried to soften nir left antenna out, but has been unsuccessful; a lifetime of holding one position has made it difficult to stop perking at such by default.

Baby

Records and eyewitness accounts are often inconsistent in the overall description of the creature that is known as "Baby." However, when all information is compiled, a few nevertheless important traits remain the same. Baby is a large, many-legged abomination that vaguely resembles a metaparxi. Baby's fur is light blue in color, with a lighter blue underbelly. Many have reported Baby's skin to be covered in dark purplish bruises, small blemishes or large tumor-like growths. They carry themself low to the ground, and is said to stagger and limp when on the move, but may be incredibly fast when needed. Baby is estimated to be somewhere between ten to fifteen feet long, while the amount of legs could be anywhere between eight to twelve legs in total.

Bela Elzenstein

A regal and dignified vampwelf of fairly average height and build. Bela's fur is a very dark gray, and his exceptionally styled hair is black, with some gray streaks as he eases into his fourth century.

Bela owns to the "New Style" of vampwelf fashion with his finely tailored vest-coat, and dashing mantle. Unlike many other vampwelf who adopt the fashion, Bela rarely wears hats, concerned as he is for his fine grooming, but can on occasion be seen wearing the crown of his house, mostly on official functions but sometimes when he feels like impressing people.

Bizz

Bizz is a yellow glowing fairy with big poofy hair that some have claimed started life as a pompadour that simply wouldn’t stay still. His wings are pointier than that of your average fairy’s, and he can almost always be found wearing a trendy business suit, and his signature sunglasses.

Boris Drakken

A large and imposing figure of a vampwelf, broader and more heavyset than most of his kin, He certainly leaves an impression. Boris' age has done little to dull his intimidating visage, as while his fur might be grayer than black, and his hair reduced to wisps of gray strands framing his face, his deeply furrowed, nearly constant expression of discontent leave no secrets to his continence, and his form, though flabbier and more wrinkled than in his youth, is no less powerful.

He wears clothes befitting a man of his prestige and station, a fine coat of armor, dyed the red color of his house.

C-4

C-4 could not be reached for comment, but interviews collated from various C-ontrollers, C-4's superior O-9, and other class leaders reveals C-4 as an exceptionally private person whose main interest is their work. Over half of the C-ontrollers interviewed for this article used the word "boring" to describe C-4, who seems to work around the clock and will only leave their office when attending class leader meetings.

C-B-R

C.B.R. is a very strange individual, most of the time being extremely social to any other entities (sentient or otherwise) they may happen to find. C.B.R. commonly speaks cryptically about rather outrageous things that may or may not have happened, usually the latter, while also chatting about rather mundane things at seemingly random intervals, usually resulting in confusion on the listener's part. C.B.R.'s mood doesn't really seem anchored at any given point, sometimes going from relaxed to sad to in-your-face to "oh god why are they doing that" in the span of minutes.

Cageur Im-Tril

Caguer is a haggard libraille with rust-laced scales, heavily corroded and barely-functional flight gear, and an angry red rash on his chest and forearms where his rusted keel and secondary arms have been healed over. Most notably, he lacks a mask and has eye-shaped markings drawn haphazardly on his eyeless face. This appearance is a rare sight in modern times, however; when not in active pursuit of a notail Caguer's body experiences an accelerated decomposition until he is a somehow-still-ambulatory mess of scale, bone, and metal.

Cream

Cream appears, at first glance, to be an incredibly modified and run down Helios, though this is not the case. Cream is mostly constructed out of scrap metal and wires, and random AI components. The main torso and both arms are that of a Helios unit, but the right hand is instead a basic metal claw. The right left is mostly random scrapped parts welded together, and the left leg is nothing more than a peg leg with a joint. The head is an ovoid shape, with a single "eye" in the center of the head. The body has been drastically modified, as the chest has been replaced with a cavity large enough to fit an arm in, with a small nozzle affixed to the top.

D-20

There is no word better suited for D-20’s personality than “cranky". Short and acerbic, there is more often than not a bite in their voice when one speaks to them. Their posture is closed off, their position is guarded - by default, everything in D-20’s body language screams of someone who does not want to be interacted with, and when forced into such, wants it to be over with as quickly as possible. Even their choice in phrase is the same, curt words bluntly folded into swift sentences. ‘Get to the point, and then go away’, says everything D-20 puts forward.

Debbie Downie

Debbie is a devoted and diligent lady. She is tidy and professional sort with a knack for organization and cleanliness. Indeed she has a tendency to get rather upset when things aren't in "their proper place", although this tends to be drowned out by her typically oomnish sense of resignation, resulting in her quietly seething about it more often than not.

Dr. Ivan Cortz

Doctor Ivan Cortz, is a fairly average klannec, aside from the natural white markings that line his skin. His skin is a peachy orange color, with a vibrant red/orange gemstone atop his head. Cortz can typically be seen in his signature yellow lab coat and red shorts. This choice of fashion is widely considered an absolute insult to scientists everywhere who follow proper laboratory attire rules.

Dr. Selvenia

Dr. Selvenia comes across by people who encounter her as cold, aloof, terrifying "Like she doesn't have a soul or something." This is because she largely is. Her personality is very dispassionate and withdrawn, and she appears to have a genuine difficulty with remember that other people, are, well, people.

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E-27

E-27, or as they like to be called, Kero, is a rather average notail, of middling height, weight and age. In fact, it would be very hard to remember them, if it wasn't for their atrocious personality. They have the typical brown notail skin tone, and despite their living conditions keep themselves very well groomed, and usually dress in comfortable but not outstanding clothes. Like most E classes, Kero lets their claws grow out.

E-47

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 never tries to close themself off or distance themself from those around them; on the contrary, they’re a rather friendly person with an approachable air, and seems to enjoy talking to and meeting new people whenever they can. E-47 can be quite chatty, if a bit nervous and hesitant at times, and anyone speaking to them would find that they’re ultimately a shy, but sweet, person, to the point where many find it difficult to believe they’re truly a notail at all.

Elegia

A quite dour and depressive individual, generally untrusting of people, even those she knows. She's quiet, and often refuses to talk directly to people she hasn't met beforehand, usually utilizing some sort of proxy, typically her manager, to handle those sorts of things. She's sometimes found not using her voice at all outside of rehearsals and performances.

Elizabeta B-H

A female vampwelf of average height. She has what most vampwelf would consider and exceptionally beautiful and refined build, and is consistently considered one of the most lovely ladies on Transylvaar. Her fur and hair is a deep bloody crimson with a fine sheen, with a slight dampness that belies its unwholesome source.

Her mode of dress is best described as "imperious", with lavish ornamentation and designings, all in shades of black and red, with designs evocative of blood and/or bats all throughout.

ELM

Vain, narcissistic, pathetic, and awful! These are all words that could be used to describe ELM! if it was possible to imply that she had any flaws! However, ELM! is flawless and is the most lovable person in the universe! She loves everyone and everything, and wouldn't hurt a fly! Except for, of course, when she gets hungry!

Elola Darkedge

Generally a quiet and reserved sort of girl, Elola's not exactly the sort of person one would associate with The Radical or beings affiliated with it. In most scenarios she is quiet and respectful, unwilling, generally, to step on toes and seemingly cause drama. Indeed one would question how a person like her, who in most ways would seem to be the "Perfect Vampwelf Daughter" would ever enter into a position such as the one she is, living in the middle of the woods worshiping a dragon.

Emtoo

In most day-to-day encounters Emtoo comes across as professional, charming, and extraordinarily motherly. They are extraordinary fond of "The Children" which primarily means the apidee, but extends to any organic being she regards as similar, and she accordingly acts in an caring, if unintentionally condescending, manner towards such beings. She is very protective, sometimes to the point of coddling, of "The Children."

Eren van Erent

An average and unassuming vampwelf. He's of average height and has a healthy build for a vampwelf of his standing. His hair is dark gray, with flecks of silver before its time, and cut into a short smart trim that tends to be rather tussled and unkempt. He is often referred as "Youthful of face" and "handsome", but these features are lined by stress and fatigue.

Erik Karleit

A short, plump, and rather depressing looking vampwelf. His fur is ragged and graying, and his hair rapidly graying stringy wisps clinging to his skull. Erik's face is haggard and aged, in excess of most of his peers, testifying to his life of hardship and misery. His general continence is that of a man defeated, he slouches, and plods and generally appears less sad and more resigned to his lot.

F-911

F-911 is, by and large, an intense individual. He's rarely not "amped" and hardly ever seems to tire or get bored with anything. Indeed his greatest quality is the ability to bring a passionate energy to even the most mundane of tasks, such as mind-numbing task of managing a massively interplanetary bureaucracy.

Beyond this zeal he demonstrates F-911 has a tendency to "conform" to the expectations of society. Or more accurately, His presumptions of the expectations of notail society. As a consequence he strives, as a leader of notails, to be more like his "direct rival" in the pecking order of notail society: O-6.

Friend

Friend will reference others as "friend" when speaking and encourages that a smile is kept on. This friendly cheer is somewhat off, and can easily unsettle others. When asked a question they either answer generically without much detail or dodge it. If they do give a proper answer, whatever they say can't often be counted as full truth.

G-44

G-44 doesn’t know everyone, and neither does everyone know her. It’s debatable whether or not such a feat could even be possible, no matter one’s class or enhancements. But, regardless of how or why she and someone’s paths have crossed, G-44 will, without a drop of hesitation, treat everyone like a long lost friend. She loves being social and she loves her fellow notail. She’ll be quick to greet them and even quicker to check up on their lives. If they’ve met years before, G-44 may recount trivia she’s learned of the person and ask for updates, whether or not she legitimately cares.

Gaius Atria

Supreme Commander Gaius Atria is slightly short for a metima, with an otherwise unmarked head covered in faded scars and dents from long years of military service and fighting assassins. Her eyes are missing entirely, leaving only smooth concave hollows where they once were. Atria’s scales tend towards the yellower end of the metima spectrum, which places her “natural” class as fairly low, but she always displays herself proudly, body well-muscled from years of training despite her age. She dresses either in the official uniform of the Unified Guard or in simple but extremely high-quality garments, as a middle-claw to the society she is holding together.

Geeohohbee

Geeohohbee is, like most galoopers, very enthusiastic and friendly. Extremely friendly, even by galooper standards they're a particularly extroverted socialite. Nobody is left alone for long when Geeohohbee is around, whether they want her to be around or not, she will insert herself into their life and throw out their pickles.They are a wild and untamed sort, who acts in accordance to their peculiar whimsey. This naturally, leads them into dangerous situations, both physically and socially, that they nevertheless have a habit of escaping unscathed from.

H-420

There used to be a fire inside H-420, something like a fungi that permeated his work and his attitude. He was a notail unaware of his own obsoletion, or rather, the fact he was among a dying class didn’t bother him. He had accepted that when the universe doesn’t care, there’s no one who will stop you from doing whatever you want, and H-420, H-4997 at the time, took advantage of how little was asked of him.

Hawkmoth

Towering at an impressive four inches tall, Hawkmoth has an average physique for a fairy, if maybe a little bit more toned, possibly, if you get close enough to look? I wouldn't, personally. She glows a darkish purple color, which can be seen from a great distance, but not enough distance to be adequately prepared. Hawkmoth can be described in a word as 'Aggressive'. At any given moment, she's liable to be looking for a fight, and probably a way to get paid for it.

Hero

Hero is a very dark-skinned notail with black, curly hair that stands out almost immediately in a crowd of their species simply by dint of their outfit. Though, much like most other notails, they seem to wear the same type of outfit all the time, theirs is distinct in that it is not a plain grey shirt and pants with their number - part of that being because, of course, that they don’t remember their number at all.

@HootoffDPresses

@HootoffDPresses, Hoot for short, is an average-looking tweep, usually spotted interviewing the most interesting-looking person in any given room. His head-mounted phone has a square card labelled "PREZ" sticking clearly out of it, and he'll be taking down notes, digital and handwritten, with any limbs not needed to keep himself upright.

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I-42

I-42’s lanky, imposing form is most often obscured by their pale red-brown trench coat and a slightly lighter hat that casts their face into shadow. The coat’s buttons and hat’s band are bright pink. Their wiggly antennae and the ears of their black weasel mask poke through the brim of their hat. Their mask’s nose is a bright pink and protrudes from the mask itself. Its expression, despite their imposing looks, is a cheerful ^w^. Their skin is dark and their spiky hair black. Their number is emblazoned on both their shirt and the left breast of their trench coat.

INSULTRON

INSULTRON is a refurbished mid-to-late model Artemis unit whose upper half was found in a trash heap by a L-tariok named K~L. All expenses were spared by their creator to turn that shell into something resembling a working robot that could last more than a few months. For example, since slapping together a bunch of excess cheap rods and joint servos would be much cheaper than installing two sturdy regular legs, INSULTRON stands on eight scrambling legs for maximum stability. The rusted-out holes in their shell’s torso have been patched up with spare assorted sheet metals, such as bronze and tin.

Jark Tinflamor I

King Jark Tinflamor I is easy to tell from any other pyronian. He is slightly short for the species, being a few inches shorter than the average height. His flaming aura is a bright lime green. His symbol is a darker green upside-down trident, and due to this he always uses his specially made green trident in battle. His crown is made of red pyroalloy, and like his trident, is studded with miscolored green gems. He is often wearing a rather small yet elegant cloak covered in green and red patterns and trimmed with bronze. He also wears a tattered and burnt cape. It seems to have some sort of stain on it.

Jaunt Harpdog

Despite usually being very busy driving a spacetrain and managing everything going on inside it, Jaunt always tries to make time to chat with passengers. Having hosted many famous individuals, Jaunt is full of anecdotes and exploits he's seen on board, though always respects the anonymity of his customers. He is particularly fond of giving special guests guided tours through his aquarium, despite having four well-trained and talented guides on his payroll. Jaunt uses a modulator on his voice to inject some of the tone normally missing from selachim speech.

K-13205

If ever a notail could be described as cute, K-13205 would probably be one of the few candidates to take on that mantle. Standing slightly taller than the average notail, they have a cheery 0ω0 expression on a simple cat mask, with large holes cut out for the eyes befitting of a K-class.

Despite being outdoors often, they have very pale skin, and nearly black hair. They also are commonly adorned in bright neon clothing, with their number on their scarf, but as is known, bright colors in nature are usually a sign of much more danger.

K-9

K-9's appearance, unlike many of their eccentric pursuits, is rather plain. They wear a plain, canine like-mask. The 'eyes' on the mask are closed shut, with the mouth drawn in a small smile. Their antennas point ahead of them before leaning downwards on their face.

Kisomali

Kisomali is a kinetic speaker, always moving. Their eyes are bright and their teeth flash, and their every word, at once practiced and off the cuff, professional without feeling impersonal, seems to say “I'm your friend”. They draw you in and don't let go, highly eccentric in a way that's magnetizing. They're funny, charming, quirky, and they pull daredevil stunts with dangerous creatures with a smile on their face.

Kyle Continuous

Kyle it must be fundamentally understood is not a wholly physical creature, he's more accurately understood as a curse that overrides people's natural state of being with his, though make no mistake he is the same being regardless of what shape he takes.

Due to his nature, his exact physical appearance varies depending on his current host, but there are some key features which remain consistent regardless.

K~L

A slightly stocky and slouchy L-Tariok. Vines covering body are light brown; head organ is yellow. Has the Team Player expansion pack activated by default, which means they will almost always be seen with Mood-activated Googly Eyes of Sensitive Understanding and a disarming smile on their face. Additionally, it means they usually have a green stalk sprouting from the top of head that rises six inches before forking into two sets of fanning, dark green palm leaves facing leftways and rightways. K~L is able to control the stalk to rotate it in if need be, or to shake it up and down a little bit. They sometimes do so emotively, or involuntarily, if excited in some way. Sometimes, K~L adorns the underside of the palms with various fruits, either fake or real.

L-3453

Oft-described as a "notail among notails", L-3453 is dedicated to supporting notails everywhere with habitats that maximize the work they can do for the notail cause. She has similarly high expectations of notails in other classes of work, such as B-classes creating genetically optimized workers, E-classes efficiently harvesting all available resources on new planets, and K-classes providing all the other classes with superior intel.

Lad

Lad is an incredibly timid man. He will usually be in a panicked state upon being summoned, requiring him to be calmed down before speaking with him. Once properly calmed, Lad will become extremely clingy to anyone nearby, very rarely remained unattached to someone's side. Lad is very open to speaking about himself among other things, but is unable to remember anything from his past, asides from times spent "outside" the box.

Laughing Man

When the Laughing Man laughs, there is no humour to it. We know that he laughs because of what he is. What he has made himself. But laugh he does. Always. Sometimes he sleeps. But even then, you can hear him laugh. We do not know why.

People come to him sometimes. They ask him things, but we do not ask what those things were. Not when we see their faces. Sometimes they argue and his response brings them together. Sometimes they are together and his answer drives them apart.

Leon

Leon is a relatively tall example of an oomn, who covers his face with a computer-screen mask. This mask, made of rusted and dirt-covered metal, has two vertical eye-holes underneath a horizontal slash, and a jagged mouth cut out and painted. Leon's skin tone is a dark slate grey, and his unkempt, lank hair is even darker, verging on completely black. He is occasionally identifiable even without the very unique mask due to almost always wearing red and cream floor-length robes, and a dark green-grey scarf around the neck.

Metal objects in the vicinity of him have been observed to rapidly tarnish, leading to his nickname.

Leyler Erdel

Erdel lives secluded in his home, which many presume to be some sort of fortified building. He conducts all business from his home and people tend to only see segments of it through the backgrounds of images and videos. He tends to act politely to an extent in conversation, but sometimes seems to shift into more aggressive speech with certain topics. He tends to be quite effective at speechcraft in general. He sometimes seems to ignore questions or comments of certain natures. He will often draw out statements regarding some topics for a long time, often leaving little substantial information. This can often lead to sentences that are nearly devoid of meaning.

Lux and Nox

Lux and Nox are a huge two headed hydra. Lux is the left head and Nox is the right head. Lux's eyes are stitched shut, and she has long pointed ears. Nox's mouth is stitched shut, and she has short cat-like ears. They lack any back legs, and have a large powerful tail that they use to propel themselves through space. They have short, blood red fur.

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M-4

M-4 is, to put it lightly, flashy. They can almost always be seen in clothing that shows a great deal of skin, and even if the weather may not be particularly suited to such outfits, they never show a single sign of discomfort. The only time they dress any differently is around children; if M-4 even suspects that a child might be nearby, they immediately pull on a robe over their other clothes.

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Mama has, quite possibly, the strongest maternal instinct ever recorded. She is incredibly selective about who she allows near the children in her care and will not hesitate to attack anyone she deems a threat to her children. Despite this, she has nothing but love and pride for those she deems family. You can tell how happy she gets when she sees her kids working together and growing into the notails they need to be.

Majesty

It's almost never hard to pick out Majesty from a crowd. Despite their fur being pale like others of their species, they constantly don a paper crown. They're also commonly the only gnosis wearing any clothing at all- constantly switching outfits inspired by their favorite characters. The most common of this being a purple dress, tied with a gold belt. Their wings are also far more elaborate than others', the murals on their wings constantly being scrubbed off in favor of more wide and huge.

Mamlinar

Mamlinar is a person of unknown species and origins, easily identified by his blue carapace and long, shaggy mane. His chitinous face has deep-sunken glassy eyes, which swivel around wildly as he talks, since he has trouble seeing stationary objects if he doesn’t. His voice, once booming and strong, however, now reveals his age, quavering and hushed.

Melysee

Melysee is regarded by most people who encounter as rather intense and energetic, traits to be expected given her twin lineages. Most of the time she's an excitable and frenetic individual, enthusiastically sharing the finer, nicer, elements of her faith with anyone within earshot.

Indeed most people find it difficult to get a word in edgewise with her because she'll be too busy talking about her favored subjects, mainly The Mother bees, only occasionally pausing to allow their impromptu conversation partner to comment.

Mi11

Mi11 is taller than the average Artemis and stands on hooves sporting the same foggy shade of blue as her fingers and monitor while the rest of her segmented build is the common silver. Upon her chest are a set of vents with the foggy blue tint glimmering out of them with every puff of hot air. Over all this is a long, brown coat that reaches down to her ankles with a belt holding it to her at the waist, holstering a pistol. Upon her monitor are a set of forest green, floppy "ears" fitted with auditory sensors and brown antlers that branched at the base in two directions, two sections curving up and inward, the ones on the outside being bigger than the other, and a small one pointing out away from her screen, used as weapons if necessary. Steer clear of a charge.

MJM

MJM is a light green spiraji who wears the screen of his first kill, an Artemis unit, on his neck. Somedays, it's the only thing he bothers wearing though when on the job he will most certainly wear a laser proof breastplate, a wrinkled dress shirt, and his weapon belt. The outside of these clothes are very plain and the weapon belt is only fit with a silenced laser gun and a knife. However, the inside of these clothes are beautifully patterned with extraordinary color variations.

Mxr Crescendi

Mxr Crescendi is best characterized by the history of their interactions: Similar to someone who yells fire in a crowded movie theater every single word, action, and step they take is put towards the purpose of not having to lift a finger in the future. While not overtly lazy this often takes the form of heading to a planet with a government that is in need of an informant, using altruistic programs to their own benefit, using imitation as a form of flattery, or merely being the type of person you want to buy a drink for at a bar. They are not known to waste time on lost causes and will often turn their attention to the next best thing that they can should plans go awry.

Mysha

Mysha's personality is best demonstrated in Alan Hobart's Mouse from the Moonlight
You’ve been adrift for weeks. Your navigation malfunctioned and dumped you in the middle of nowhere, light years from your destination. Your food ran out five days ago, and the water is tainted with engine runoff and slowly killing you. You’re the last one left, everyone else succumbing to either the hunger or disease, and you feel as if you’re about to join them. You’re about to close your eyes when you see it. It’s a little fluffy animal on the other side of the room.

N-30

N-30 has not changed the way he has looked in a long time, but once he looked more presentable. He wears a dark jacket with a darker shirt below that. His shirt collar is tabbed with a striking blood red, and in this same color is his letter and number on his jacket. The N sits upright, with the right side of it much lower than the rest. Below that is "-30" written tilted and vertically so that when looked at from afar it appears the N-30 on his shirt looks like <-30. His pants are simple and black as well, but it's clear that like his shirt that the material used is of extremely great quality. Once being the most striking piece, his red and black stole, a long cloth that goes behind the neck and is draped evenly on both sides of the chest, was marked by blessed Neo symbols at both ends and nothing more.

Nafi

At first glance, it would be easy to assume Nafi is just another one of Ruhi’s vessels. Their skin is deep blue with brighter blue splotches all over their body, and four green tendrils sprout from the typical three tufted crest on their head, all of which is slightly uncommon but not so uncommon as to be notable. The ring of petals around their neck is white and similar to a jasmine flower in appearance, rather average for a ruhi, and they dress quite plainly for a vessel, in contrast to Ruhi’s typical attention to beauty even when impractical.

Nevra Johnswee

Nevra is slightly taller then most angels. They sport long golden feathers, usually not preened unless they would be planning to go somewhere formal. Though, they never really plan to go anywhere mostly just taking flight and seeing where they end up. Speaking of flight, Nevra seems to have an extra pair of wings. Unfortunately, those wings are unusable. Nevra has expressed a desire to surgically remove them, but can't because the wings are on the back of the neck and connect to some vital things. They usually dress in a very casual sort of way, like some shorts and a t-shirt. Nevra also bears many bracelets around their legs and a tag on their wing.

Nix

Nix has rarely been sighted since the Scythe Massacre, but eyewitness reports have given an idea of their appearance. Notably taller than other uutzi, wearing a sharply angled steel mask and fur lined coat, Nix was immediately recognizable as the leader of the Risen forces, leading the charge with a saber in one hand and a revolver in the other. Little is known of Nix's appearance beyond this, but some witnesses reporting seeing glimpses of Nix's body under his coat as parts of were torn away in the attack, claiming that his body was "entirely see through" or "made of ice."

O-1

There are no records on what O-1 looks like. Just about nothing about O-1’s looks can be confirmed other than that O-1 is constantly smiling, day in and day out. With a rather large grin. =)

O-2

The shortest member of the O class, O-2 only makes himself smaller by the way he leans in on the spear he carries at all times and slouches on it. The small simple patch on O-2's shirt that denotes him as the fabled step leader of the O classes seems like a joke. O-2 simply does not look like a leader at all, but it's him, O-2 in all of his grace.

O-2 is almost always in tourist gear. Flowers may be wrapped around his neck, and his shirt and pants nearly always showing images of waves or beaches. Those are his favorite, he'll mention.

O-3

Large and imposing the beast of the bog known as O-3 can’t help but be the centerpiece of any room. The mask on O-3’s face swirls, as if it was carved out of wood until it forms the face which appears to be a mix of a crocodile and dragon. O-3’s antennas stick up at all times, and his long black untamed mane reaches as far as his chest.

O-3 wears simple grey clothes, commonly damaged and no shoes or accessories. On long trips into the wild it’s said that O-3 doesn’t wear clothes at all.

O-4

Princess is a rather pale skinned notail, originally born to be an N-class notail working on a rather cold planet, Princess was born with no antennas and to this day lacks them. Princess commonly has scars from fights on her body and arms, she thinks they're neat and a good conversation starter.

Princess mask is that of a unicorn, the horn of it spiraling into a different color by the time it gets to the tip. Princess' mask is commonly white, but she occasionally changes to a black one to to fit her outfit.

O-5

O-5 is a notail who many find certainly off when spotted. He has a mask that resembles a kangaroo or a rat, which isn't odd at all, commonly wears a grey and other bland colored shirts which is of the norm, but O-5 has prosthetic legs made of metal, which to notails is an absolute social crime. Unlike most notails O-5 believes it is fine to replace missing limbs with that of iron and steel. O-5 rather likes his metal lower half which is digitigrade and allows for easy jumping.

O-6

The thing that stands out to most people when they see O-6 is the way he holds himself. He stands tall and proud, never a single step out of order. O-6 dresses unlike many other notails. O-6 cannot just have a simple outfit he can easily put on like others, instead he spends up to an hour of his day grooming himself to perfection, polishing his mask of the day, and making sure his suit is flawless. Most notails would never worry about such minor things, but O-6 is obsessed about his look, down to his tie. No one knows what ties are even for, and yet he hangs it around his neck as a symbol of power.

O-7

O-7 is a notail of many suits. It seems that O-7 is quite baffled at fashion past notail norms, and yet still attempts his best to come in a suit and tie to the job, even though this is uncommon in notails. O-7 wears a dog mask that appears to be made out of polygons. The mask is a plain white, but a few of the polygons are colored black to form an agape and happily surprised face of ":V".

O-8

In the deep dark depths of a notail planet, stands a cruel monster. An upright posture, never wavering, the head of a goat, and a finely trimmed lab coat only marred by one thing, bones ripping through the body of the beast. This beast is known as O-8, O-8 is an abomination, not only physically, but in action.

The head of O-8 is covered in a goat head, one that used to walk and breath like all other things that have lived. The goat head can vary in looks, but generally comes from a breed with medium size horns, dark fur, and golden eyes, though nowadays O-8 replaces these eyes with glass or plastic eyes.

O-9

Describing what O-9 looks like is easy when one sees him, but that’s just the issue, spotting O-9, even if he’s in the same room as you, can be quite a challenge. O-9 does not present himself to people he doesn’t actively want to see him. Photos of O-9 are scarce, nearly all of them extremely blurred as if someone was attempting to falsify evidence of O-9’s existence. Thankfully written words and artist depictions cannot run away.

O-9 is an extremely abnormally tall notail, reaching seven feet. O-9’s form is hidden by his long dark colored cloak. Four arms, two too many, are what O-9 possesses.

O-10

Despite being a notail, O-X has a rather friendly look to him, one that seems honest, like a person one would meet everyday. O-X stands tall and commonly with his hands at his hip when not in motion to make himself appear bigger. He wears simple dark pants, and a grey tracksuit. Strangely enough O-X tends to wear this tracksuit half opened and with no undershirt under it.

O-11

Describing what O-11 looks like is a hard feat. O-11 appears to be notail in shape, but his limbs and even some of his torso are made up of many other species and even a few other notails. Appearing to look like a Frankenstein made monster the only thing that is easy to describe about O-11 is that he wears a bunny like mask.

O-12

O-12 looks vary based on the notail(s) that they are at the time. While it used to be tradition for every O-12 to wear a mask of a pig, this is no longer the norm.

Pan v6.66

Pan v6.66 is said to be a black and red Pan unit, taller than most, with overly long horns. His eyes are pitch-black, or bright red if he's angry. Instead of the normal fingers of a Pan unit, he has sharp claws. Pan v6.66 either has no tail, or has one so small it's easy to miss. The rods on his back have been modified into nonfunctional wings. His limbs are long compared to other Pan units, which is the reason for his odd height. Pan v6.66's solar panel belly has been modified for some unknown purpose.

Piccolo Fritz

Piccolo, the self-declared soon-to-be principal, requested that Cosmosdex staff visit and interview him, then write his entry as a right of passage. He then asked for an endorsement of his political campaign, but was turned down to preserve the staff’s credibility.

Q - T

Q-7

Q-7 can be recognized due to many factors; he is small, even for a notail, often has small burns on his body, and in the viewpoint of various regions of the universe, he can be considered extremely cute. Of course, there are people who always forget some small details about him that, while important, aren’t usually mentioned, such as his always-handy flamethrower or his light burnt smell that makes people understand his title of “Bonfire” a bit too late.

Q-7314

Q-7314 is, for the most part, rather ordinary looking for a notail. They're a short person, with short black hair, and their antennas typically droop forward only to bend sharply downwards near the tip. Q-7314 almost always has a small pack with them, filled with things like markers, hand sanitizer, and cleaning wipes. This pack used to contain a set of matches as well, but currently Q-7314 is not permitted to keep any fire starting supplies on their person.

Queen Bae

Bae is a fine example of an apidee queen, tall, lean, and considered conventionally "cute" by the standards which primarily use her as the basis. As a pop sensation she is usually seen in one of a variety of eccentric outfits, most of which are very cutsie and/or saccharine in nature, usually themed to whatever tour theme she is engaging in at the moment, a common theme is "cultural dress" where she dresses in a stereotypical and often slightly racist outfit inspired by another species' culture.

R.E.A.D.E.R

R.E.A.D.E.R mostly keeps to himself. He runs a library of rare, ancient, or unique books, and is very protective of his collection. He can be bribed to assist you or answer questions with a book. Said assistance is mostly comprised of advice for future decisions and investments. It had been long noticed and recorded by frequent visitors to the library that R.E.A.D.E.R's advice is always accurate, whether you obey it or not. Some believe he has future sight, though most dismiss it as the wisdom of old age. R.E.A.D.E.R's age is not actually known.

S-748

S-748, better known by his stage name, STAB, is well known for his well attended surgical and music performances. That is to say, performances in which he both plays music and perform surgery, in the same show. He’s known to be able to change from cocky showmanship to complete professionalism on a dime, and just as quickly find the time to gloat and call for cheers upon performing a difficult surgical maneuver.

Six Zero

Six Zero's personality can be described the same as his species: grand. Although his public appearances are few and far between, and his introverted nature makes these appearances rather short, his voice is clear, deep, and imposing. But where his voice truly shines is in his writing. Every eloquent word and turn of phrase has meaning, and every piece of information sounds like it couldn't possibly be false. Every sentence calms the nerves.

Static

Static is an anomalous AI installed onto an outdated television set. Static says his "real body" is the television itself. This is likely because he often changes out parts of his body to disguise himself, keeping the static-filled television no matter what. His preferred body is a chaotic mishmash of a Hermes neck, an Apollo torso, a Helios arm, a broken Zeus arm, an Athena leg, and a Circe leg. Nobody can tell which generations these parts came from. The other tell that a robot is Static besides the signature television head is the fact that Static always has small inky black tentacles coming out of various cracks and joints in whatever body he is using. These tentacles have been found to be biologically similar to leeches.

Strakai

General Strakai looked like your fairly typical Kaikian, minus his exceptional height. He had a dark blue coloration, along with vibrant green eyes. He notably had no bionic limbs of any kind and had an extra finger on his right hand. He wore several necklaces made of the melted down holotags of every soldier that has fallen under his command, though many civilians believed the dog tags to be that of his enemies. He owned a large area in the Tomb of the Fallen on Prokai, Inteliga's only moon, in which he hung the dog tags of all the enemies he had personally slain, so they may be remembered.

Terrence Blowskowl

Terrence is far from the most atypical looking of aftiks. Noted as being fairly handsome and well groomed, but his only actually unusual feature is his above-average height. He's most noted for his sense of fashion. Whichever mood he's in, he'll be wearing rather flamboyant and eye-catching clothing. When pretending to be a kindly, non-murderous aftik, he dresses in a friendly, and endearing fashion, that screams "I am a nice guy, who can be trusted."

The rest of the time, of course, he dresses in a stereotypical 'pirate' fashion, including his dashing coat, trimmed in gold. He's blind in one eye, and thus taken to wearing an eyepatch when in 'pirate' mode.

Terry

Terry is a friendly sort. He will often do his best to get on somebody's good side, unless they prove they are the sort he'd rather not be friends with. Even if they're not, he'll be quick to come to their aid if he feels they have been unfairly treated. Everyone deserves to be treated with a certain degree of respect in Terry's mind.

Testudatlan

Testudatlan is the only creature of their kind. They are a several-miles-long tortoise creature whose extremities remain partially submerged beneath the surface of the Real Yermo land. When they move, great canyons and lakebeds are formed. Testudatlan has an extremely hooked bill which swirls over itself hundreds of times into the point of a pin. On their back is an nigh-impenetrable shell made of both the finest and the most commonplace materials blended in a fine tapestry, all of which can chip or flake off selectively by force.

The Hunter

The Hunter is a tall, furred person of unknown origins. Superficially humanoid, they have a long tail, and their maroon fur is scraggly and unkept. Their face is flattish, entirely unlike the snout of the aftiks they resemble from a distance, and they have perfectly round eyes which are a matte black, and barely shine even under strong light. Their three-fingered hands do not have claws like some species, but are used to display a very high level of strength that, combined with their sharp gloves/gauntlets, gives the hunter a serious advantage in hand-to-hand combat.

The Next Meme

The next meme is a manifestation of the concept of a meme. For those who don't know a meme is an idea that gets passed around from person to person.

The first part of the next meme's manifestation is a simple image featuring the next meme. We have the original image of the next meme on this page. If at any moment the image changes, close this entry as soon as possible, send it in a private message to someone you barely know or care about, and then block them. It's their problem now.

Tim

Tim has a lot of the usual features of a normal generic, but he has a lot of major differences. Instead of the usual green, Tim is all black with white eyes. His antenna are longer than usual. He usually likes to wear a black tuxedo with a red tie. He always carries a pen and a journal with him, and can often be seen jotting down ideas. He always smiles, regardless of his emotion, and will sometimes smile even more when he's angry or sad.

U - Z

Veromund V.

A broad and well build vampwelf of slightly above average height. His hair and and fur are both a dark gray with a lighter peppering due to the effects of age and stress. His hair is cut into a short "business cut". He carries himself very seriously, being stiff-necked and sour-pussed. Few have seen Veromund smile, and when he has it was usually about money.

Vivian & Willa

Vivian is a fairly typical looking vespidee, who's most notable features are her rude dudette hairstyle that sweeps to the right, and her sunglasses, which she always wears, even in situations in which it would be impractical or silly, such as an indoors, or at night. Her other notable feature are her big black boots, which she uses to stomp on people after she stabs them.

Willa is a fairly average looking vespidee in most respects. One of her most distinct features is her hairstyle, One of her most distinct features is her hairstyle, an asymmetrical undercut.

Vladok Drakken

Vladok is an exceptional example of a vampwelf, being sturdily built and taller than average. His fur is an exceptionally fine, deep shade of black. His facial fur is styled into a stylish mustache and his dark hair hangs down in a rather wild, yet regnal style, down to his shoulders.

He wears attire befitting his former station; A princely red coat in the typical blood red of hous Von Drakken with a great black cape with red lining, and dark gray mantle. Doffing his head is a regal cap in red and black with typical Von Drakken designs.

W-8

The most immediately noticeable thing about W-8 is the friendly air they exude, so much so that it almost as if even a complete stranger could approach them with a problem, and W-8 would not only listen to their woes, but also do their best to help resolve them. Although they, like all notails, wear a mask at all times, one can't help but have the feeling that even if their face were visible, they would be smiling anyway.

W.R.K.

W.R.K. is a towering figure, with a small torso and incredibly long, thick limbs. Their body is entirely covered in brown feathers, save for their hands, feet, and possibly their face. Their hands almost aren't hands; having instead large, flexible claws. They wear a light pink button-up shirt, a massive pair of plaid pants, and oversized loafers. Their head sports a single, twisted horn protruding from the left side of their head, and they wear a mask that very loosely resembles a goat, and a trilby with "W.R.K." plastered on it. W.R.K. seems to be able to modify their height in sync with their mood.

X-10

X is, to put it simply, hard to miss. Tall and broad for a notail, they easily stand out by virtue of that alone, and their long curly hair only adds to this. This doesn't stop when they open their mouth, however, as they seem insistent on speaking in a noticeable tourist accent at all times. Their skin is very dark, and splotches on their fingers seem to indicate that they have vitiligo, but confirming this is difficult; they almost exclusively wear clothing that covers nearly all of their body no matter how high the temperature is, such as a lab coat over a turtleneck sweater in the midst of a heat wave.

Xor

Xor is a long, flattened creature, with a smooth, snow-white body and two clawed arms which bend without permanent joints. Xor has a white, animal-like head with a flat face with a circle on it. This circle is dented inwards and the inside is dark red. It also has a stripe of the same shade all the way down its back, and its long sharp claws are also that same shade of red. The exact shape of Xor's head is symbolic, but it is similar to some feline and canine notail masks, a comparison which it claims to be thoroughly unflattering, as if anyone cared about accidentally insulting it.

Y/N

The personality of You is perhaps best defined in relation to their relationship with other people. When interacting with those people deemed famous enough not to imitate, You is typically ingratiating and kind, almost always seeking to establish themself as a ‘nice person’ and become a satellite friend of said famous person, frequently following them around and going to the same events as them, even when that would be wildly inappropriate for the random person that they seem to be. If they are brushed off rapidly or directly told to leave the other person alone, You will almost always simply let it go as there are plenty more fish in the sea. However, the more famous the person who they are trying to get ‘in’ with is, the more likely it is that instead of going away You will instead begin stalking them, constantly finding contrived ways to ‘accidentally’ run into them, especially during chaotic or climactic events such as a house fire.

Z-100

Z-100 is the best capture creature tamer. The very best. Like no one ever was.

Possessing the typical Z-class attitude towards non-animals, Z-100 doesn’t even bother to interact with other notails, let alone other sapient species – unless they can see or otherwise know that the individual breeds and/or battles capture creatures.

Zhiliatt

Describing Zhiliatt without directly referencing his augments is considered to be a nigh impossible task. The man is little more than a chubby torso of muted twilight and rosy colors, and a head with calculating icy eyes. He lacks the mandible plates, horns, and butterfly shaped goat-ears his species are known for. In place of those are a docking port for a nutrient mask and a chitin beard, neural access ports, and the flaps beside his head converted into sensorium disks. If he is not in a wheelchair or other mobility aide he is likely in one of his augment suits.

α-Quiet

If α-Quiet’s appearance is surprising to some, his demeanor is even more so. He speaks little, almost never starting a conversation and typically giving short responses even when pulled into one, and for the most part avoids non job-related social interaction outside of a select few people. He isn’t outwardly friendly, or social, or open at all, in many ways coming off as cold and uncaring and nothing more.

ß-Melody

ß-Melody prides emself on fostering a demeanor difficult to approach. Ey wear an aura of anger that stands out as bright as eir clothes, visible eyes always settling in a scowl. Moody, quick to frustration and vocal about it, even stamping eir foot and snarling when things don’t go according to plan, ß-Melody is known to some as childish. Eir perfectionist tendencies only lend to such exaggerated displays of anger, since eir endeavors rarely turn out exactly as ey were envisioning.