Leslie The Bad

Appearance:
Locks of stardust flow from her head... Her large eyes resting just above her distinguished beak that shines striped as it is with several different shapes of blue. Her skin, at least the relatively humanoid appearing parts, is a lovely tint of soft milk chocolate. A bright orange nest of thick writhing tentacles (10 in all) extends from her waist and makes up the lower half of her body.

Personality: Like most of her species that aren't devoured as younglings, Leslie is a conqueror, and shares many of their traits. One commonality she lacks with her brethren? Leslie isn't dead. Being the last of her kind, has lead to something of a stunted development, dulling her instincts. She desires to assert her dominance throughout the universe, but she's still learning how. Kids, amirite?

Background:
The Kailur, one of the oldest species known, embodied the most primal of urges: survive and conquer. Shorn of grandiose ideologies or psychotic drives, the Kailur, simply moved from world to world, seeding their mind parasites throughout the populace and reordering societies to facilitate their continued spread. Leslie would have been no different, if not for the destruction of her homeworld, and the near eradication of her species. Leslie can't be certain she's the last of the Kailur, but she's pretty sure, considering the hive connection that all Kailur shared, as a means limiting variation or personal desire, has been severed, and she can no longer hear any of her kind. Especially troubling for Leslie, is that she's yet too young to spread her mind parasites naturally, that being an ability Kailur learn at level of maturity she's nowhere near reaching. Leslie has turned to chemistry to mimic the powers of her species, in the process becoming a biological terrorist.

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Status: == Missing, as of 10/10/2xxx. Search parties have come up empty so far.