Name: Boris Terzos

Species: Human

Gender: Male

Age: 20

Height: 5’11

Hair Color: Bald

Eye Color: Hidden, but are very light blue

Physical description: Boris wears a helmet that covers the upper part of his head and the back of his neck. For him to see there are three slits with pieces of blue glass covering the slits that let him see out, but hides his eyes from everyone else. The two outer slits are the actual eyeholes, while the center is actually a switch that lets him change between normal, night, and thermal visions. Below that is a mask that covers his mouth, nose, and chin, and connects to the helmet at the back of his neck, completely hiding his head. The mask is a sort of gas mask that lets him breathe in any environment. The rest of his body is covered in a black, sort of fire-retardant layer, and over that is his world’s battle armor. The armor consists of a pair of gauntlets, shoulder pads, a chest plate, a pair of boots that go up to his knees, leg guards, and a belt with a knife and sheath for close-quarters combat, all black except for the chest plate. The chest plate is black with the “Triangle of Shame” in the center (explained in History). The triangle is red with a black ‘X’ inside of it.

Personality: Boris, despite being born a third child (which is sort of a taboo on his planet) and having been looked down upon, has better self-esteem than some others that weren’t “Thirds”. He tends to stay quiet unless someone stops him or calls out his name and talks to him, or if he needs to talk to someone. He is also slightly uncomfortable around some of the half-female creatures. He believes the animal parts are actually separate creatures that are trying to eat the female part. Unless someone is talking to him, he will slowly approach the creature from behind, slowly draw his knife with his right hand, and reach for the tail with his left hand. Almost all of the time this just results in Boris getting injured for touching the person without permission. Of course, he restrains himself from doing that to something bigger, say, a Naga, but not from fear of the Naga eating him so much as the creature he thinks is attacking the female letting go of the female part and attacking him.

History: Several years before Boris’ birth, his home world’s government announced that the planet was on the brink of overpopulation. In order to prevent this, they stated that no family shall have more than two children. If a family has a third child, that child will not be treated like the others. Having more than three is outlawed, and anyone expecting any more than three children will be severely punished. Now that that little tidbit of information is known, the history might make more sense…

Boris’ parents had already had two children, a couple of girls, but they didn’t think the family would be perfect until they had a boy. They knew what would happen to him, but no matter what they would always treat him like he was one of the family and not like some animal that deserves nothing. So they decided to try for a little boy.
The day Boris was born, the doctor warned about what will happen to the young boy in the future, but everyone already knew. When the whole family was seen together, they were given odd looks and dirty stares for having a third child. They were never allowed in the fancy restaurants, unless one of the children stayed at home or with a babysitter.
All throughout his school years Boris was picked on and treated unfairly by the other children and the teachers. Until after his school years, Boris only knew one Third, and that was himself.
When Boris turned 18, he decided to join the military. Part of the reason was because he wanted to show everyone that a third can be just as good as everyone else. The other part was because the military would take anyone without a second thought. The only thing was every Third had to wear the “Triangle of Shame” in the center of their armor’s chest plate. The only reason was so the Military could keep tabs on every Third and, in case one died, they could give a “proper” burial. They also let everyone choose what close-quarters combat weapon they would like. As long as it was one-handed and could only be used within arm’s reach of the enemy. Of all of the choices, Boris chose a combat knife. He felt that he, personally, would be better with a knife than anything else.
After two years of training, a war broke out with a nearby planet. Boris’ planet invaded the enemy planet with a rather small first wave of soldiers, Boris being part of the first wave. There was speculation that this was all a trap, but the military assured everyone that their recon group reported very little activity where the wave was going to land, which was supposedly a barren field in the middle of some mountains. When the first wave landed, everyone grabbed a battle rifle and head out to search for any enemy encampments nearby. Boris had to check near some caves for anyone that might be hiding around inside of them. When he peeked in, he heard gunshots coming from behind him. He quickly turned around and readied his weapon when a bullet buzzed past his head. He crouched low and looked in the direction the bullet came from. Another bullet barely missed him. He dropped his weapon and ran into the caves to get out of the fray. While running he raised his hand to his forehead to switch to night vision when something…Odd happened. While running, he somehow ended up in a bright, forested area. He thought he was hallucinating at first, because one second he was in pitch-black cave with the only light coming from behind, and the next he is in a well illuminated forest, with no sign of the forest beforehand. He tried backing up, but after a few steps he did he bumped into a tree. He turned around to see if he could see any part of the cave he was just in, but he saw nothing but trees and vegetation.
‘Did I just escape having to fight in a war?’ Boris thought to himself, raising his hand to his chin. ‘When I find another way back, I’ll have to explain what happened. That is, IF I find another way back.’ Boris starts to pace, thinking of what to do. ‘To be honest, though, I think that was just a suicide mission, and the military knew that. I’ll have to tell everyone if I get back. But what are the chances of anyone listening to a Third? They might just laugh it off and…’ Boris stops pacing at a sudden thought. ‘Wait a minute, with how everyone treated me, I might be better off staying here, wherever here is. Perhaps there is a town nearby that can give me some information.’ With that, Boris set off in some random direction in the hopes of coming across someone that can help him.

Peculiar reason to be shunned. If they can wage war with another world, they could colonize another planet...Humans are a weird people.

I like his view on 'half-people', that's amusing.

NEW CHARACTER!! Enter, Poe the Librarian!


Name: Barathon II Poe the Librarian (He got bored of his original name and adapted one he found in a book.)

Nickname(s): Silvertongue

Species: Elf

Gender: Male

Age: 250, appears 23

Height: 8’ 10”

Hair Description: Short, white, spiked back (Think: Hitsugaya from “Bleach”, only slightly longer (farther pulled back)).

Eye Color: Violet

Physical description: Poe has pale skin from staying inside all day, reading books and watching over the Library. He wears a dangling earring he “found” when he read a character out of one of his favorite book. The main body consists of a cylindrical piece of silver with a small ruby embedded in the center, and the long part is a chain made up of tiny silver links. For clothing, he wears a white tunic that goes down to his ankles and has no sleeves. To compensate for having no sleeves, he wears a white robe with black trim over the tunic. He has a brown leather satchel to carry his books with him if he has to leave to go somewhere, in the library or not.

Personality: With an open book in hand, the world is dead to Poe. He has trained himself to tune out any noises while reading a book. To him, a good book in hand is worth more than his own life. Without a book though, he can talk up a storm. Mostly about books of course. Although talkative, with no book Poe looks bored and tends to lose focus if it isn’t book related.

Special Abilities/Talents: Can read things into and out of books, short stories, anything with words written on it. The only limitations are that he must speak the words aloud in order for the ability to work and the thing he reads must be longer than two sentences. (Idea credit to Cornelia Funke, specifically her Inkheart trilogy.)

History: Born and raised in Felarya, in the lovely little city of Negav, and ever since the adolescent years of ages 7 to 100, Barathon II (Or Barathon junior) has been interested in other worlds. He got to hear a little about some other worlds from the occasional passersby, but that wasn’t enough. He wanted to hear fantastic stories about triumphs and losses, life and death, love and… lost love. Not just “Eh, it was alright.” For something of real interest, he would have to, in a sense, leave the world he was born in. But according to some of the other people that came here on accident, it is damn near impossible to leave Felarya. So he became fascinated with something that could make him feel like he was elsewhere, reading. He read anything and everything he could look at.

Once he turned 80, Barathon decided to help those that couldn’t read by reading to them. He would stand around or near the Library and when a small crowd formed he would read chapters from his favorite thrilling books. It was around the fourth or fifth time he did that when he found out he had the power to read things into the real world. Sometimes he would be too into the book to pay much attention, and would sometimes read characters into the audience. Once he literally accidently read someone into the audience, giving an illiterate Neko a free meal of evil tuna. Needless to say she became a regular visitor. After about 80 years of reading aloud and maybe 50 odd guest appearances from the bad and good guys (One of which “lent” him the satchel he uses to this day), he decided he should stop reading aloud.

After turning 195, Barathon decided to apply for the perfect job for him: a librarian at the Venmys-Pieaug Library, which he lovingly refers to as “The Library”. He had heard some stories about the Library, and devised some plans to deal with the horrid Book Wyrms (One way resulted in the “accidental disappearance” of a very rude guest). Aside from dealing with Book Wyrms and the occasional stray spell from a flying book, the job was the best thing he could ever wish for. However, he felt his current name was not proper for the job. So one day looking through a book of poems, he decided to take the name of one of the authors he liked best- Edgar Allan Poe. Using the full name made Barathon feel unoriginal, so he decided to shorten it to the part that had the most feeling to it. And from then on, he insisted that everyone referred to him as Poe.

thecomment about three children max comes from china where they have 2 many people.
or there is this weird book about that too...cant remember the name.

I can. Ender's Game, by Orson Scott Card. And when I saw that... in the first paragraph already...

Cooler and having thought it out, I'll try not to judge you by that alone, however... I'll give your stories a chance, you deserve it, I can tell you put at least as much work as I do. Or at least, you cram as many kilobytes as I do.