Post your characters and banter here.<br/><br/>Name: Fneech'ngkt (a.k.a. Fneech to life forms who lack the Ningtiktik mouthparts to pronounce it properly)<br/>Race: Ningtiktikling. For further description, see appearance.<br/>Home Planet: Ningtiktik<br/>Height: 7'4"<br/>Weight: 364 lbs<br/>Appearance: Red, with two large forward facing eyes. A long, muscular tail. A matte black mane of three foot, detachable carbon fibre dreadlocks grows from his neck and the back of his thick skull.<br/><br/>"Inside the large longhorn Wakkling skulls they use as jockstraps, they carry a mating apparatus consisting of a bunch of long tentacles they can bunch up together like a sea anemone for easy storage. Occasionally a tentacle might slip out of one of the skull's eye sockets, a Ningtiktik wardrobe failure. They also sport armoured scrotums encasing four balls each."<br/><br/>Ningtiktiklings are warm blooded, but their thick armoured hide is most similar to an Earth reptile's skin, with soft, tiny scales that feel a little like freshly shaved stubble to the touch.<br/><br/>Background: Like all young Ningtiktik males, Fneech'ngkt served in the Ningitiktik Galactic Imperial Defense Force. There he met Gnongktingunk and fought with him in the 77th Rwalting Ranger Regiment. After four Ningtiktik years of bringing democracy and defending freedom during the Trugg System Revolt, they received an honorable discharge from the Rangers and returned to their home planet.<br/><br/>Fneech'ngkt wasn't one to settle down, mate, breed and die after that though. There just wasn't enough pillaging to be done back among civilised society. After blasting half the population of Gamma Truggi to the great prophet Marklar with their Neutron Incinerators, the veteran warrior wanted a new adventure.<br/><br/>After a few yards of Scrumble and no less than three milligram pellets of Ouangk each at the Limping Centibison, Fneech'ngkt managed to persuade Gnongktingunk to join him in some healthy, masculine, risky behaviour. They ended up drunkenly and violently ambushing a Harrhbelli Ouangk courier, and stole his goods after knocking him on both his heads with earthenware Scrumble flasks.<br/><br/>After that, especially after they'd sobered up, they realised it was best to get moving before the Harrhbelli dealers came for them. Rumour had it there were literally millions of planets out there to visit in the meantime, whose females were protected from abduction by little more than pointy sticks.