<span style="font-weight: bold">Name:</span>Uriel Surigat<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Age:</span>62 Earth Years. 22 on Ig'zaalta.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Gender:</span>Female<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Race:</span>Vortian (Vohr-shin)<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Appearance:</span><a class="postlink" href="http://www.deviantart.com/art/Spore-female-alien-272714291">http://www.deviantart.com/art/Spore-female-alien-272714291</a><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Other:</span>Vortians were on the defensive side of the war, for the most part, but guilty of causing harm to Earth nonetheless. They are largely a peaceful people. They use their sizable antennae to consume nutrients, "breath," and vocalize, as well as taste and smell, as they lack independent organs for these acts.<br/><br/>-----------------<br/><br/>Uri tilted her head down, gazing sympathetically at the barren planet she was descending toward. Before their pointless war with the Elisions it had been a budding young thing, rich with primitive species and untamed wilds. They could have used this place for a wildlife preserve had they noticed it sooner. The blossoming researcher had decided to come to the desecrated place, now that the war was over, to study its native species. If they showed promise, she could perhaps write a convincing enough documentary to get them placed on the intergalactic watch list, protecting Earth from being sucked into any more wars that didn't concern it.<br/><br/>The space vessel gently touched down and Uri and her small crew came off. They showed their permits to the human officials guarding the nearest catacomb entrance and were showed to where they could set up shop. It was a small room in a mostly vacant building in the uppermost level of the catacombs.<br/><br/>Uriel tapped a foot in distaste, her antennae resonating and pulsing with a dim light, as she expressed her opinion.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BF80FF">"This location is insufficient. There are only the few privileged or military-affiliated humans on the upper level. I must descend if I wish for accurate data."</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BF80FF">"We only have clearance for this level,"</span></span>her compatriot, Rhofel, argued.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BF80FF">"We haven't the authority to descend further."</span></span><br/><br/>Uri's antennae twitched slightly. She didn't like that.