The deep abyss of blackness, so dark that even light takes time to pass through its entirety, into the dark heavens and beyond where only the creator of such a thing would know what lies beyond. The glittering spots of stars, the swirling masses of solar systems and galaxies, the burning light of Novas and old blood red stars waiting to die and yet be reborn again. What was truly out there? The Yautja, known by so many, and yet, the one's who should have known of them never took the time to even notice such an obvious, brutal race of lifeforms. The hunters from the great beyond, their homeworld but a mystery barely carried by the dying breaths of long since died out races. Seeking only one thing. Their honor and the thrill of the hunt. A complex society of brutality, cunning, where only the strong survive, and the weak are their slaves, or their prey begging for mercy. From the clans to the Bad Bloods, pirates, rogues. Holding no purpose but to kill, but to slaughter and maim. All the while, the hunters watched and waited. Out of sight, out of mind, enjoying sweet solitude from the idiotic struggles of power and dominance, only seeking the perfect prey and the perfect trophy. Or perhaps the much simpler pleasures. Humans had always been an interest to the Yautja, both the Clans and the Hunters alike. Whether for prey, or for worthy allies on the hunt, or for a mere slave to be brought forth for less bloody thrills. One of such creatures happened to befall on this little island. So secluded. On a stray planet in which it found quite out of place and seemingly without a purpose. A small slim built craft setting down in its thick humid jungles. A translucent figure, only visible by its liquid silver like outline in the under growth as it moved soundlessly from its soon melting craft. Hiding behind a mirror like cloak, blended like an overgrown chameleon to its favorite tree.


Name: Rhenvaus [His true name, of course, is impossible to pronounce. =p]
Race: Yautja
Type: New blood, juvenile
Place of Birth: Unknown planet, situated far beyond the outer rim, and out of colonial space.
Gender: Male
Nationality: Humanoid?
Age: 39
Height: 7'8
Weight: 360 lbs Added onto with muscle mass, broad bone structure and armor/equipment.
Eye Color: Yellow
Skin Color: Pale scaled green with a soft yellow undertone.
Skin Texture: Leathery and scaly
Hair? His hair is thick, long black tendrils matted into almost one single strand. In other words well kept dread locks, helping to signify his age with thier thickness, length and density.
Hair Color: Black
Body Build: Bulky and muscular. Despite how much bulk he holds, he is reasonably fast for his size, and even more so, very flexible.
Cock Size: He bares a fair size of nine to ten inches in length. Becoming thicker towards the base, its deep red tip looking fairly similar to a human's penis, although, much more rigid and thick.
# of Cocks: One
Fighting Style: A common art of hand to hand combat with a staff or wrist mounted blades. His main weapon is a shoulder mounted plasma burst cannon, able to move at its own accord, and maintain its target lock even with him facing the other direction in pursuit of other prey. Although, sadly, he rarely has much use for it on the island.
Motivation: For the pure thrill of the hunt, more for live prey on his part for simple pleasures of the flesh. Capturing a female when he feels the need for pleasure, and taking her back to his lair, or pleasing himself where he finds her. He prefers not to harm females, only finding sport in killing males, which seem to be lacking on the island.
Psychological Profile: Collective and calm. He knows no such thing as fear nor impossible. Though, he does become surprised much of the time, whether by a woman thrashing out at him, or being taken aback by his prey's sheer endurance.
Personality: Forever patient. Never flinches, never feels the pang of fear, only the thrill of the hunt.
Clothing: His simple New blood armor, made from the black carapace of some alien creature, its silvery teeth made into a necklace around his broad neck. A silver mask covering his hideous face, and the four clawed mandibles beneath. When he is alone, he spares himself his mask and light armor, bearing only the fishnet like bodysuit and leathery loin cloth to over his malehood.
Distinguishing features: The three point triable laser which beams from the side of his helmet. And the whispy, liquid silver like reflective form he generates with his stealth cloak.
Capabilities: Born with poor eyesight, only sensative to the high tempature climate of their home planet, the Yautja are almost blind when they go to other cooler worlds. Humid jungles would suit a little better for them, though, not as well. Their helmet equipped with enhanced vision sensors to bring about their infrared vision and other special features.
Weaknesses: Cold. While warm blooded creatures can be seen more easily in such conditions, there are exceptions. Certain types of thermal suits and environments can bring about static to their sensors, forcing them to adjust their helmet and leave them vulnerable.
Likes: Stalking prey.
Dislikes: Other Yautja whom wish to steal his prize, or creatures who might spoil his hunt and give away his position.

Welcome! There is no shortage of nubile students here at Shokushu, so you ought to enjoy yourself.

Welcome to the campus... hope you enjoy your stay here *smiles*