Name: Ranerak Geddon

Race: Feyrdrakeen

P.O.B.: Deiran, Imperial Capital of Feyrdrak

Gender: Male

Age: 73

Height: 7 feet, 4 inches

Weight: 240

Eye Color: A blazing, pupilless yellow

Skin Color: Shiny black

Skin Texture: Looks metallic, but feels warm, smooth, slick, and pliant. It can change according to Ranerak's needs, for instance, hardening like armor, or sprouting tendrils for "various purposes."

Body Build: Tall, slender, and shadowy in color and demeanor, Ranerak looks like many human interpretations of a demon. He is not a demon, however, but instead an alien from the world of Feyrdrak.

Tentacles: Anywhere from 1-100, varying in size and shape, sharing the same texture as his skin

Cock Size: 3 inches thick, 9 inches long

History: Ranerak was born into the lower crust of Imperial society, raised by his parents, who were low-class soldiers in the Imperial ranks. They taught him strenuously, shaped him, molded him, caused him to grow strong quickly. He learned as quickly as he grew, and soon was a more than capable warrior. Aside from his rapid growth, Ranerak seemed to also have an uncanny knack for tactical mastery, as well as combat. Both his parents emphasized on his practices in these areas, seeking to reinforce them. A weak child reflected badly on the parents, whereas a strong one would gain them glory.
The first major change of his life came shortly after their focus on his talents, when his father, angry at being tactially outstripped by his son in what he called a "reckless and unorthodox manner," reached out to strike him, only to find himself on the floor, staring up into the impassive face of his offspring. The fight picked up shortly after that, and Ranerak left his father dead, awaiting his mother's inevitable entrance into the room to discern the nature of the scuffle. As soon as she entered, he killed her as well, wanting no fear of vengeance later in life. Then, in a haze of rage and confusion, he wandered out of his home and into the streets of Deiran.
It might have been minutes later or hours. Ranerak was still in the grip of a great fury, and hadn't been paying attention to time or direction, had merely been walking, going just to go, moving just to move. However long it took was irrelevant, however, as he came to the second major change in his life. Not paying attention to where he was going, Ranerak blundered into a member of the Royal Elite Guard, nearly knocking him over. This, of course, was grievous insult, and grounds for immediate trial by combat, which the angered Guardsman issued instantly. Normally, anyone would be apprehensive, to say the least, of fighting with one of the Guard, given their near-legendary abilities, but in his enraged state of mind, Ranerak spat out his acceptance of the challenge, and they made their way to the Royal Guard's training ground.
They stepped into the ring, and it became immediately clear to the onlookers who would win. Judging by the sheer difference in height and weight, Ranerak having not yet reached his full growth, and the difference in skill between the combatants, the Guardsman being a veteran of more conflicts than most could count and going through strenuous training regiments every day, there could only be one winner in their minds.
However, they failed to take into account the power of raw, unrestrained fury.
The fight was actually quite short, but very ugly. Ranerak, still in an inferno of hatred which lent him berserker strength, dealt bone-crushing blows. There was little style or grace in them, just pure power fueled by rage. Each punch left the Guardsman shrieking in pain and fear. Humbled by the threat of imminent demise, the Guardsman offered up an apology and his crest of station to Ranerak, as a means to placate the enraged Feyrdrakeen youth. In reply, Ranerak merely snarled and killed the Guardsman anyway, then took the crest. In the timespace of about half an hour, Ranerak had made his way from a future as a legion regular to being a member of the Royal Elite Guard.
Many years after taking his place in the Guard, after showing remarkable ability, he made his way to being the Head of the Royal Guard. Ranerak was given the mission of subjugating the neighbors of Feyrdrak, going off world to dominate the galaxy. He did quite well, and made a fearsome name for himself, right up until the point that political strife made an appearance and brought about his fall from grace.
Whole worlds fell before him, and his armies grew, their ranks swelling to massive sizes with each conquest. Soon, the politicians began to fear for their own security, and devised a way to remove this new, growing threat from power, and possibly, from life. They began to leak wild tales of a coup attempt by the young Head of the Guard, though in fact, he had no such inclination. It was decided by the general populace, who began to share in their fears after realizing just how much power Ranerak had attained, that he should be killed and replaced before any harm could come to them. So, naturally, an assassin was hired. However, it was for the emperor, rather than the young general.
The assassin, recruited from one of the worlds Ranerak had conquered and subjugated, was only too willing to kill the supposed tormentor of his homeworld. He made his way into the palace and killed the emperor, and was apprehended shortly afterwards, as he tried to escape. He was put to death instantly, and thus did the powerhungry politicians have proof of the supposed coup. Ranerak was sentenced to death, the members of the Feyrdrakeen legions he had with him turning on him almost instantly, believing him to be the cause of the death of the empire. Thinking quickly, Ranerak ordered the non-Feyrdrakeen among his massive force to attack the Legions, and a pitched battle ensued, during which he escaped into exile.
Many more years passed, and Ranerak developed, into his arsenal of intelligence and strength, and element of cunning which he used to either avoid or neatly disect and destroy the forces sent after him to apprehend the "traitor" and bring him to justice. After a time of aimless wandering, running low on supplies, he came upon a planet he'd never seen before, one a stunning distance from his homeworld.
And surrounding the planet were ships. Many ships. Large warships. It seemed, at the time, that his hateful enemies had reached very far afield for allies to bring him down.
In reality, these ships belonged to the Alien Defense Directorate. From this, there should be no question as to which planet he'd come to, quite by accident, and having no clue as to its existence.
He attempted to glide by the defenses, having no doubt that, should he engage such fleet by himself, low on power and ammunition as he was, he would surely lose. Even at peak condition, in the best of circumstances, the odds would be against him.
Running silently, his ship slipped among the leviathan warships undetected, until, out of nowhere, a smaller, personal craft opened fire upon him. Ditching the attempt at stealth, he once again relied on tactics to survive. He wheeled his ship about, rushing straight at the fighter, only to pull up at the last minute, putting him on a course towards one of the large flagships of some kind. He opened up on the larger ship, causing minimal damage, but enough of it that the ship that had attacked him as well as a large number of others, formed around his apparent target defensively. As soon as they did this, he turned, kicked his engines to full burn, and ran for planetside, thinking to lie low until everything had settled, and then slip off the planet and into the darkness once again.
However, as he ran, the same ship that had fired at him first fired again, and scored a hit on his engines. He fell into the planet's gravity well, and plummeted down to the surface, landing in a lush forest that cushioned the impact, saving him and his ship from being destroyed completely.
After climbing out and surveying and concealing the crash site, Ranerak went scouting out into the forest, intent upon seeing if he could find some way to repair his ship. Some distance from the site, He hid behind a tree, hearing a soft voice coming down what appeared to be a path. Willing his form to stretch out and gain tendrils, Ranerak accosted the being, which upon closer inspection, was a young human woman. Some of the members of his armies from his conquests had been humans, but they had known of his race. This one, apparently, did not, because she immediately went into a panic at his presence. Behind her struggles, however, Ranerak sensed something else, something almost primal...the tendrils around her upper body shifted their grip slightly, and the girl gave a soft moan, which she quickly tried to choke off as nothing more than a gasp of fear, But Ranerak picked it up anyway. Experimentally, he tore the shirt from the young woman, leaving her breasts standing proudly out in the open. Apparently, she had not been wearing any undergarments at all, he discovered as soon as he duplicated the action with her skirt.
Her breathing quickened, and for some reason, Ranerak found himself growing excited by this. He teased her for a while with the tendrils, their slick surfaces sliding over her body, eliciting interesting reactions, until she parted her legs slightly, an unconscious response to his actions. As soon as she did this, Ranerak took her, several times. Afterward, the girl lay asleep on the soft grass of the forest, her uniform in tatters, and Ranerak stalked off through the trees, a realization dawning in his mind: This place, with its soft, feminine inhabitants, was a more than adequate hideaway from his pursuers. He decided to stay in this place, traveling out from the planet whenever the mood took him. No longer was he some pawn in a game of politicians. Here was a sort of haven. If he must be outcast from his people, must be a prisoner, then what better place to be such than here?
Thus began the time of Ranerak Geddon on Shokushu.

Personality: A methodical individual, Ranerak hates to leave anything unfinished without a good reason. As such, he will almost never give up a hunt once it's begun. He has no trouble working with other creatures in order to accomplish a goal, such as trapping a lovely young woman for entertainment, nor does he have a problem with sharing the spoils of war.

Motivation: Pleasure. However, it goes far deeper than the word implies. In his first sexual encounter with a human female, he discovered that the process was startlingly similar as with one from his own world, save for one difference: the rush he gets once the deed is done. He feels a near-euphoric bliss after the act, and it seems to leave him feeling stronger. For him the pleasure is like a drug, and it seems to be even more potent the more arroused his victim is.

Fighting Style: Through his training as a Royal Elite Guard, Ranerak is familiar with most modes of combat. He's as much at home with unarmed fighting as he is with any kind of weapon in his hands, or behind the controls of his ship, Harbinger. About the only mode of combat he can't perform is the magical variety, which he only rarely encountered in his time as Head of the Guard. As for methods, he prefers stealth to crash and smash tactics, but will use whichever mode is neccessary to net his prize.

Weaknesses: Ranerak does NOT react well to surprise at all. He holds a quiet arrogance at times that makes him forget that he's not really undefeatable, and if someone gets around behind him or takes him by surprise, it takes him a moment to get his feet back under him, so to speak.