Hmm I could revive the Alpha/Beta version of my elf here XD(Originally his stuff all ran on steam)<br/><br/>-Name: Filan Fyretracker<br/>-Age: Looks 28<br/>-Gender: Male<br/>-Species/Race: Elf<br/>-Surface or Sky: Sky<br/>-Occupation: Pilot and owner of the Steamship Hyperion<br/>-Abilities: Skilled pilot,  Hes not much in direct combat but can practically land a ship on the roof of one of the old surface city skyscrapers.<br/>-Appearance: about 6ft tall not counting the long ears,  skin is blue and his eyes have a glow that is very distinctive in the dark.  He always seems to have a pair of goggles on as well though for whatever reason they are rarely over his eyes.  seemingly more used as a fashion item.  His clothing is typical of a steam ship captain,  right down to the boots and long jacket.  for colors he prefers blacks and earth tones however.  HIs interor is a bluish purple for those who wind up there.<br/>-Craft type: CSV Hyperion,  Transport ship with high levels of comfort for the picky passengers.  While mostly used like the sea going ships and going between cities its owner is more than willing to take people to the surface for the right price.  As such his crew is well trained and the ship has a unique array of weapons including rapid fire platforms powered off the main boilers.  airborne floatation is provided via magic crystals that effectively make the vessel itself lighter than air.  Capable of rewatering off surface fresh water bodies should it out strip the capacity of the condensers.  A risky process due to surface life of course.  The vessel itself is mid sized maybe at best 300ft long,  and is mostly made of a bronze like metal material though only Filan knows where it came from.  the Hyperion is unique in that it is mostly enclosed,  However it has a large open deck along upper areas.  the ship itself is four decks,  the bridge and open air deck on the top,  passenger compartments just below,  cargo and weapons on the third and Erein's engineering section taking up the entire fourth deck.<br/><br/>-Pred/Prey/Switch: Generally prey,  however if someone is shrunk he has partaken in some of the fun himself.<br/><br/>-Types of vore allowed: Macro/Micro,  non-fatal, Shrunken prey only<br/><br/>-Name: Erein Margallis<br/>-Age: Looks 27<br/>-Gender: Male<br/>-Species/Race: Human<br/>-Surface or Sky: Sky<br/>-Occupation: Chief Engineer, Hyperion<br/>-Abilities: Mechanical Genius and magically trained.(Mostly limited to keeping the levitation crystals energized)<br/>-Appearance: 7ft,  dark hair and blue eyes,  skin is tanned.  Generally is seen wearing earth toned work clothing though it is almost always covered in a bit of grease just as any of his exposed skin is from working on the engines and other various tinkerings around with the ship.<br/>-Craft type: (only if they own their own)<br/>-Switch:  Requires prey to be shrunk but is not at all against eating someone.<br/>-Types of vore allowed: Soft, Macro/Micro, Non-Fatal, Fatal(when pred, if someone has to die he loves the feeling of them sqirming in his stomach)<br/><br/>Filan and Erein stood on the bridge as the elf brought the ship into dock at the city island,  the metal giving that bronze sheen in the setting sun as the ramps where extended out and he watched the passengers from the last expedition to the surface get off.  It had been twenty years since Erein and Filan had been pulled to Earth by an unknown force.  On arrival they where simply happy they had arrived to a world that ran on steam engines,  atleast they knew they could attempt to keep the ship going.<br/><br/>"So Erein?  here we are,  Hows the old girl holding up?"<br/><br/>The tall mechanic walked over closer to Filan and leaned against a railing "Well the good news is shes still running,  but we will need to replace the seals on the port side pistons if we hope to be safe for another surface run."  He thought for a moment and smiled. "Optimally a triple expansion engine would give us a huge boost in power."<br/><br/>"Would take a big fare to get a pair of those,  they are not cheap... we would have to have the funding from someone.  Someone willing to go somewhere we could charge an arm and a leg for."<br/><br/>"There is the ruins of New York,  I hear nobody goes there."