Twelveworld Lord

Twelveworld Lord and Attendant

For now this page refers to the male currently holding the title of Lord of the Twelveworld.

Physical Stuff

A brown male with a large, blunt head and thick horns. Unlike Second and the Usurper, whose clothes had the austere lines of a uniform, this male wore an embroidered robe over trousers, both wine-colored, offsetting his eyes which were nearly magenta: bright and red trending toward purple.

Biography

Described as a perverse male who finds wings on females fascinating; castrates are a sufficient substitute.

Has a hunting estate on his Firstworld.

Maintains rigorous discipline on his ships, and is spoken well of by his subordinates.

Quotes

• "It would be a poor deed if the system fleets of the strongest sectors of the Empire did not weigh favorably against their naval counterparts. This is a battle we have been anticipating ever since we met the freaks. We intend to enjoy it."

• "That is the paradox of it. That they might fight us when we take them, or submit to us and break, but they don’t think of stealing us for their own harems. They have fire, but they are not like us. And they have strange notions of Fittingness."

• "The guards that can see me if I do not want to be seen have not yet been born. I have hunted on the Vault."

• "We like your world, Ambassador. This is quarry worthy of the mightiest hunters. If you give leave, you will have males clamoring at your threshold, begging permission to be set loose here."

Trivia

• swears by the Dying Air
• has a very specific smell (?!): "the woodsy musk of the scent at the Twelveworld Lord’s neck, glossed with the inevitable shipboard smells of astringent cleanser and machine oil"
• likes to wear amber and purple
• has 'broad and perverse' tastes

Body Language

• runs finger down nose