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“ A race of long-bodied monsters born from the unholy union between Euryphon the Red Dragon and Lady Yenurel of the Liiumzul Royal Court. The skin of the thathzelvurm is tough but lets all light through, giving them a dark red coloration due to the blood vessels underneath. They are somewhat multidimensional, and are in need of non-typical sustenances but do not require oxygen and they pay no mind to the crushing vacuums of space. The thathzelvurm entities left their home planet of Earth after a large number of their population were slain by North European dragon hunters. In the modern days, they have formed small colonies across the exoplanets of Proxima Centauri. Their level of intellect is unknown. “
Description of the Thathzelvurm taken from my dA.
Hell Giant Zebulon.
He is a civil-minded, incredibly old former resident of “Hell” (the infinite-caved geological anomaly splitting apart America and Canada at the border) who crawled out of the one and only exit sometime after the re-entry of high tech humanity on Pangaea.
Small for his kind, Zebulon is nonetheless unique in that he is fully conscious and sapient, able to perceive his surroundings to the fullest extent and being able to understand and converse with his smaller humanoid siblings like any average person.
Despite his intimidating appearance, Zeb is quite frail and frequently falls over no matter if he walks on two feet or is down on all fours. He has bad back problems and his bones are weaker than that of an average human’s, and is prone to having his bones broken more frequently if he uses too much strength. His skin is dry and often flakes off in areas, and he doesn’t get along with water or rainfall.
He has a giant guitar he likes to play while singing, despite having a TERRIBLE singing voice.
Nicholas. (Nick).
He is sort of a frankenstein project, a man with one consciousness but is built up of several parts from other sources. I wanted him to look less like a natural non-bipedal creature and more like a human that’s forced to crawl around on more than two limbs.
WORMY
SERPENT SPITTER
THE DRAGON HAS A THROAT ROOMMATE
(or maybe just a very very feral-looking tongue)
Myren, one of my oldest characters.
He’s a dymoric anti-lifeform, younger than the Milky Way but much much older than the Earth. He has been reborn once in his existence, and is considered “teenaged” in his current incarnation. I think he was reborn around 2 billion years before Earth was a blip in a solar system, if I had to guess off the top of my head.
Myren belongs to the Quohbaanic think-pool, so his job in the greater Ahgmahdonian xenoecosphere is to log every surrounding happening and alert the sphere if anything goes wrong. Essentially a macro-neurotransmitter.
Thanks to his unusual interest in Humanity, he is considered one of the more “approachable” anti-lifeforms on Ahgmahdon.
DJUPT INUTI
Within a feral rotting shell resides a near pristine personality, making himself apparent within the foul smog of his self-acting body.
Robots.
Top one is just a random bat. Bottom one is a “HydrUA” maintenance/janitorial model, one of the most advanced pieces of pre-apocalyptic tech. While they’re nowhere near as advanced as common Uryagan robots on the surface, they were kept for their sturdiness and industrial capabilities.
HydrUAs are hydrothermically powered by superheating the water in their thoraxes. It’s warm and damp beneath the surface of the Uryagan Isles, and they are in charge of keeping it all running so that the people above can have clean, livable water.
Orthroheimian hiveminds are usually comprised of 60 to 80 billion preserved (and still active) human brains. Even if the average hivemind is so asininely technologically intelligent as to be able to produce technologies that would seem magical to less developed societies, they still need to use fairly “archaic” (to them) storage methods for all the brains that make up their whole.
“Dark Moons” is the most commonly used term to describe the storage units keeping the individual brains of a hivemind. Moon-sized spheroids containing complex coolant webs, communication links between each individual brain, and dense supersolid exotic materials to act as all-purpose shielding.
Hive bodies can take on any form the resulting hivemind “singular super mind” wishes for, but typically follow the same general molecular makeup. Hivemind bodies are usually similar in bending ability to rubber, with ultratechnical internal fusion engines to power their vast amounts of biotechnical muscles. It is not yet known how the hiveminds keep the nutritional needs of each brain attended to, but it is hypothesized to be a Ship of Theseus paradox in action, where the brain tissues have been slowly replaced with more exotic biotechnical tissues while the hivemind was in it’s larval stages. This hypothesis is unproven.
Aseffe, the smithing radiogiant.
Popular amongst the native shrimp humans of Pangaea, Aseffe is revered and prayed to for strength and tool innovation. Shrimp who bring metals will get to bear witness to Aseffe’s extraordinary brutish but quiet strength, as they will freely bend or alter the metal to a desired shape. The shrimps will often bring offerings in the form of hunted skulls, picked moss (sometimes harvested algae if no moss is around), and shining rocks in exchange for Aseffe’s services. They do not realize that Aseffe does what they do purely because they wish to kill some of the boredom of their nigh-infinite lifespan.
Before the Apocalypse, Aseffe was an engineer. Aseffe is not their birth name, but simply a title given to them by the shrimps.
Exploration of Myren’s crest.
The glowing spots on each side of his body are not eyes.
Sideview exploration of Crimm, as well as a slight rework of her lower limbs when it comes to structure.
“Taur” creatures hold a very special place in my heart, and spiders do as well despite the leftover arachnophobia. It only makes sense to have both of those features in one of my more beloved characters.
Six hands, to hold.
Monkeys are holy on the Uryagan Isles.
