Originally Posted by
Murkus
Gate
Someone's bound to notice the staticky silhouette creeping into existence about ten feet away. As time passes, it seems to grow more solid, becoming a large, foreign creature.
The giant stands over eight feet in height. His whole body is long, gangly, framed by muscle that seems to be slackened from age. The alien's skin is a dark reddish-orange. His fingers number three on each hand, each lengthy phalange ending in a dull point. No fingernails or prints to be seen. His neck is long, face squat and slightly round, covered almost halfway by a complex system of mandibles flanked by two retractable pincers. His eyes are yet stranger, each one the home of four different overlapping pupils, each black shape surrounded by one shifting iris. The pupils seem to float and move about even while staying connected, like fish eggs in a shallow pool. The irises are a dull amber.
Surmounting his ridged head is a broad-brimmed hat, not in the nicest of conditions. He wears an old brown coat and trousers tailored to his size, accompanied by a simple blue tie over a white dress shirt. They look almost dusty, as though rarely worn. A pair of rectangular glasses hold his gaze amiably. In one long hand, he carries a small suitcase.
Without missing a beat, Teq Vraal approaches the doors, speaking up briefly and softly. "Excuse me. I'm here to apply for a job." He looks between the guards quietly and with respect.