New character! Whoohoo!
Name: Wic
Race: Industrialised Mudokon
Age: 4, which would be about equal to an 8 year old human
Appearance: Very young, short, greeny-yellow skinned Mudokon with faded black truckie cap, bright red bandanna, large black jacket and "shorts" made from the same material as a lioncloth. Was born with strange dark rings around his eyes. The colour of his skin can dramatically shift very quickly depending on his mood. He's usually very happy, though, bordering on slap-happy. See him in the flesh
here.
Personality: As he is young, he is innocent, and knows very little of the world. He is caring by nature, and would never want to hurt anyone in any way, no matter who they were. However, due to his (for want of a better phrase) 'mixing with the wrong people', Wic sometimes finds himself doing things considered against the law- small things, such as stealing, pickpocketing, and sometimes made to cause indirect harm, in ways like placing explosives, or letting the air out of people's tyres. Being so young, he does not know for sure whether these acts are good or bad, and is sometimes reluctant to do such things, but will do them with friendly encouragement.
History: Wic's history is actually quite unusual. His egg was stolen from a slave nursery a few years ago by an escaped mudokon, who, unfortunately, was killed when he was found by a slig. That egg then somehow found it's way into the hands of a very old Vykker in the city. After hatching, Wic was made to do work around the Vykker's house for him, who in turn, fed him and gave him a little shelter.
One night, the old Vykker died in his sleep, unbeknownst to Wic untill the morning. Wondering why his master had not yet risen, Wic went upstairs to find the cold body, still lying peacefully in bed.
Wic ran away, panicking, not knowing what to do.
Months later, he woke up from his cold, damp cardboard box to face a tall, slim figure looking down on him. It was an Intern; he told Wic to get up and follow him to where he lived. Weak, hungry, freezing cold and desperate for a home, Wic heartily agreed. And that's how Wic found his way into the Black Scrabs.
Equipment: His wits. Wic is quite resourceful. Otherwise....... nothin'
[EDIT] Actually, now that I think of it, he'd probably be carrying a walkie-talkie that he'd use to communicate with Ricky. *If only Cal had done the same....*