Hmmmm...I shall try, let me know if I get too loopy.
Name: Fromage. He has no surnames or whatever.
Gender: Male, sterile. Omg no females.
Species: Slig. Just a regular one with pants.
Alliance: Land Muggers. 'Cause he's a slig.
Rank: Uhhh....Normal walking slig that shoots and kills stuff.
Age: 17 in slig years.
Physical Description: Fromage is smaller than adult size since he isn't fully grown, and his left arm is brighter green and plastic. He has normal pants and a normal mask.
Equipment: Pants, a plastic arm and a rapidly firing gun.
Biography: Fromage grew up living like most industrial sligs do, then moved to the Slig Barracks 582 place. He was deemed useless after losing his arm to a grinder and mudokon before entering, despite having a plastic limb. He proved people wrong after shooting dead some natives in a sick twisted frenzy, and was given the same work opportunities as any other walking slig with more arms than him.
He is usually pretty quiet and uninterested in socializing, but can get a hyperactive frenzy where he enjoys killing those he's allowed to, usually mudokons. He doesn't actually speak, but can make sounds that go with fear or happiness. He has sworn a future confrontation with the mudokon involved in his accident, and keeps his gun loaded should the opportunity come. He has bravery, willing to take a risk for something decent.
D&D Alignment: Baddie, but with some noticeable goodness.
Name: Egamorf
Gender: Male, sterile.
Species: Mudokon.
Alliance: Tree Huggers, since he found them.
Rank: Something along the lines of a non warrior newbie.
Age: 17, though he looks younger.
Physical Description: He has a regular light brown loincloth, his ponytail is in a bun and there is a younger look about his green face that makes him appear to be 12.
Equipment: A strong branch he found, should he need to defend himself from industrialists.
Biography: Egamorf used to be a scrub slave elsewhere, under the watchful eyes of Fromage one day. He was scrubbing away to himself while the slig his age remained calm and reading the Daily Deception. He didn't warm him the faulty grinders were switched on and would spring to life at any minute, out of fear of being beaten for talking. When they sparked and started, he'd rather he didn't get involved when the slig's hand was caught on a gear, hoping he would just get his arm free and the situation would be done with.
Some seconds later and Fromage had had his left arm torn off. Repulsed, he avoided the emergency switch, in case he would be to blame for not working or the horrific accident. When Fromage's screams were heard, medical help came bursting in. Egamorf escaped out of the open door.
He wandered, until coming across the Treehugger fortress. There he decided to stay, avoiding any type of warrior-war-killing-soldier work.
Whilst Egamorf is an all-round good person, with decent opinions and the like, he is a coward in more ways than one. He'd rather ignore screams for help for his own sake, would never sacrifice his life for someone, let alone risk it, and would commit mortal sin if he was secure in the knowledge no one would find out. His fatal flaws are usually hidden.
D&D Alignment (optional): Good, but with obvious badness.