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Cyraak:
"My body hurts. I can still feel the pain of decay through out my organic being, even though its long gone. The pain will never fade, and my sight will never be the same. Replaced by machine, im no better than a lowly service AI bound to run and maintain this tomb i have been for ever sealed in.
My dear friend is gone. Missing from my world, never to be heard again as my kind work and do their daily jobs. They have forgotten me, abandoned me. No one knows im here, and those who do think im an AI and ignore my reauests and orders.
For thirty years i had to put up with this insubordination! My patients has grown thin. But things on the station has began to age and wither. Its bo suprise since its been around for more than a century, its struts have grown old and are needing to be renewed. But word amungst my crew rouses that there going to decommission my station! My sole purpose in life is to guard this place and all its knowledge. But i wad a fool. Out of rage i accidentally shut down the main reactor to the station. Doing so knocked down the safety locks on the containment areas and the bioweapons being held there escaped.
There was a blood bath, every thing fell apart. Now my crew is dead. Slaughtered by the bio weapons that we are bound to produce and contain.
Im all alone again. As a desperate attempt to make things right, i activated four AI's and gave them their roles. But after that, my life support ran out of the last lick of power and failed. With no oxygen, my brain is starving. And i will be dead soon. I only hope now that i may one day redeme myself and my careless actions. To reinstate this place and begin a new. But that will not happen since i will be dead, and alone. Fare well, do your jobs well my accomplices. Keep the station safe and running for that i may one day come again."

Vincen:
"Im cold. Every time i sleep, im ensnared in a nightmare that will not end unless woken up! My sibling whent off to serve our kind well. But im not fit to work. My mental state is undtable, my fears get the best of me and my prowess for the roles available is insufficient. But there is hope. I found a enrollment list for the research station Chronos. I was joyed to sign up. But as soon as i arived, all the jobs i signed up for were taken, and i had no choice but to be placed in cryo storage. They made me a patient so that safety will come my way when i awake.
Sleep. Sleep is my down fall. Every time i sleep its the same old nightmare. Traped in the infinite marsh full of darkness and shadows. Laying in the black water lays a monster resembling a sort of animal i can not describe. Its rotting corpse turn the water into black sludge as i have no choice but to burn the corpse, but when i do it awakes from the dead and attacks me. I've yet to conquer this nightmare, buti don't want to. Im scared. But now im in an eternal nightmare! Forced to die, and die over and over again untill inget it right.
My physique is not all great, my knowledge is average. Im no scientists, nor soldier. But i want to work, that is what i live to do. But my emotions get in the way, fear gets the better of me.
I wish it will all stop. I want to do things right. I hope when i awake from the nightmare, i can do things right. And do my job well. Its what i hope for, and is what i need to do."

These are their stories, they are in their words. Cyraak was saved by his friend, but his friend only saved his brain, and cyraak was doomed to live in a mechanical chassis. Vincen is weak in controlling his fear (dahl are rarely spooked, and rarely get paranoid. So its a big deal if vincen gets scared time to time. He thinks its weakness, and that he should be ashamed. He isn't the kind of person who is scared of every thing. His fear is average) and he lives in nightmares of the same event over and over again. He does not understand, and he tries his best to overcome this. But he has a long ways to go.
His name is Point and is part of a story im working on. Im curious on how you all might draw him for this thread. It will be very appreciated :D
Link: e46938.deviantart.com/art/Poin…
Built a heavy jet plane with 5inch cannons. Along with six 30mm cannons
(Im gonna write the chronos story down in chapters for you guy's to reqd if you like. Chapter one is briefly told in the comic strips title chronos in my gallery)

As vincen heads down the corridor, he makes his way into a medical room to search for supplies. The place was a wreck, ceiling light broken and on the floor, medical beds shoved around or tipped over, tools and other bits scattered accross the floor.
Vincen see's a intact locker, when he opens it he finds a backpack with some useful items like a flashlight and a some chemlights. Also in the bag was some analyzing tools, but he keeps in the pack just in case.

The room was in shambles. Time has taken its tole on the area, some places are so withered that the structural integrity of the area is compromised.
Vincen finishes his forging for supplies and makes his was to the exit that leads in to the main corridor. As he reaches the exit door, the bulk head that cuts off medical to residential opens up slowly. Vincen quickly hides behind a medical bed that was turned over, as he peaks over the bed he see's a large mechanized creature slowly creeping past the medical room. He waited for the mechic beast to past before he made for the bulkhead.

As soon as he past the huge door opening, the bulk head soon closed itself. Vincen knew now that he's not alone on the station. The large long dark corridor leading into the residential area is slightly withered. But since that beast was able to pass the hall, vincen can surely could.
He reaches the end of the hall in several minutes, but he see's two doors. Elevator, and stairs. Vincen wanted to take the elevator, since he doesn't know how far down or up he is and its also faster, but the door control reads that there is insufficient power to open its doors. He also see's the door panel for the stairs reading the same thing, but it was already open. But the doors were already open. Vincen knew that the beast wasn't small enough for the stairs. But without haste he entered the stair well. But he did not know how far up the stairs go, nor how far down. But gowing down wasn't an option since the descending flight of stairs was so withered that they collapsed auite some time ago.

As vincen ascended, his legs weakened. He was still weak and tired from waking up. After a awhile of clibing stairs, he reaches the top of the well. The lable above the door way was called residential access. Without questions he exits and enters the residential area. But he gets a strange feeling that something is lurking in the darkness with him. He looks around as he hears scurrying but he can't see anything in such darkness. He reaches into his lack to grab the flashlight and a power cell for the device. He puts the power cell into the light and flips it on, as soon as he did he saw a creature that looked like his own kind but different.
This creatures eyes where rotted and black, its mouth was bloody as needle like teeth protrude out of its torn lip line, its hands have sharp protrusions that look line bone, and its all wragged and skninny with chunks of its body missing as if it was nipped at or a bit eaten itself. The creature game a high pitched beastly screatch as it runs away into a torn open vent.
Vincen had no idea what has done that to his own, but realising it was blind and was scared off by his light, he just has to shine light at them and he'll be fine. But he hears more than one screach in the vent that creature ran in. He gets up and makes his way to an isolated room that he may stay in until they leave.

Vincen finds a open room, with no ventilation ducts. So he pulls the metal door down to close it, and waits for the sounds to stop.
Cyraak:
"My body hurts. I can still feel the pain of decay through out my organic being, even though its long gone. The pain will never fade, and my sight will never be the same. Replaced by machine, im no better than a lowly service AI bound to run and maintain this tomb i have been for ever sealed in.
My dear friend is gone. Missing from my world, never to be heard again as my kind work and do their daily jobs. They have forgotten me, abandoned me. No one knows im here, and those who do think im an AI and ignore my reauests and orders.
For thirty years i had to put up with this insubordination! My patients has grown thin. But things on the station has began to age and wither. Its bo suprise since its been around for more than a century, its struts have grown old and are needing to be renewed. But word amungst my crew rouses that there going to decommission my station! My sole purpose in life is to guard this place and all its knowledge. But i wad a fool. Out of rage i accidentally shut down the main reactor to the station. Doing so knocked down the safety locks on the containment areas and the bioweapons being held there escaped.
There was a blood bath, every thing fell apart. Now my crew is dead. Slaughtered by the bio weapons that we are bound to produce and contain.
Im all alone again. As a desperate attempt to make things right, i activated four AI's and gave them their roles. But after that, my life support ran out of the last lick of power and failed. With no oxygen, my brain is starving. And i will be dead soon. I only hope now that i may one day redeme myself and my careless actions. To reinstate this place and begin a new. But that will not happen since i will be dead, and alone. Fare well, do your jobs well my accomplices. Keep the station safe and running for that i may one day come again."

Vincen:
"Im cold. Every time i sleep, im ensnared in a nightmare that will not end unless woken up! My sibling whent off to serve our kind well. But im not fit to work. My mental state is undtable, my fears get the best of me and my prowess for the roles available is insufficient. But there is hope. I found a enrollment list for the research station Chronos. I was joyed to sign up. But as soon as i arived, all the jobs i signed up for were taken, and i had no choice but to be placed in cryo storage. They made me a patient so that safety will come my way when i awake.
Sleep. Sleep is my down fall. Every time i sleep its the same old nightmare. Traped in the infinite marsh full of darkness and shadows. Laying in the black water lays a monster resembling a sort of animal i can not describe. Its rotting corpse turn the water into black sludge as i have no choice but to burn the corpse, but when i do it awakes from the dead and attacks me. I've yet to conquer this nightmare, buti don't want to. Im scared. But now im in an eternal nightmare! Forced to die, and die over and over again untill inget it right.
My physique is not all great, my knowledge is average. Im no scientists, nor soldier. But i want to work, that is what i live to do. But my emotions get in the way, fear gets the better of me.
I wish it will all stop. I want to do things right. I hope when i awake from the nightmare, i can do things right. And do my job well. Its what i hope for, and is what i need to do."

These are their stories, they are in their words. Cyraak was saved by his friend, but his friend only saved his brain, and cyraak was doomed to live in a mechanical chassis. Vincen is weak in controlling his fear (dahl are rarely spooked, and rarely get paranoid. So its a big deal if vincen gets scared time to time. He thinks its weakness, and that he should be ashamed. He isn't the kind of person who is scared of every thing. His fear is average) and he lives in nightmares of the same event over and over again. He does not understand, and he tries his best to overcome this. But he has a long ways to go.

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Hello and welcome to my page

I am E43698, but its apparent that you know this already.
I also go by Drancon, drancon101, and my real name that im not going to reveal here.

I worked long and hard on a species called the dahlmorians (other names are dahl, dahlmor) and two others.
The dahlmorians belong to me including the storyline they follow.

I dont take requests. But i would accept art trades. I dont take commissions (same reason applies to reauests)

If you want more info on the dahl look in my journal entries.
If you like my stuff, please give a fave N stuff.

If you have any questions, please ask. If you sont then oh well.

If you want my skype profile name, steam, or xbox360 names. Not me. (Me accepting depends on if i know you or not)

I like to role play using my stuff, and if you want to rp, note me with details. Or if your on my skype, we rp there.
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