Meet the rouge cryptek gang
They all said fuck society and went of to make there own in another galaxy far far away. If they’ll been successful can be debated, but nether the less there still kicking.
The four members of the family were going about their makeshift routine wen Hefro picked up a somewhat distorted radio signal, sent by a necron from a chip that did clearly not luck like a necron ship.
Hefro: Radio specialist and head of security. She is the one supplying the gang with sharp tools and weaponry for self protection. But wen she’s not doing that Hefro is either studying poetry ( sometimes even writing it )and ore making music, as she got an somewhat uncanny understanding and liking of rhythm.
Leptwe : A technomanser specializing in necron body modification. They are quite a jumpy person that likes to switch between different projects there working on simultaneously. They also have a huge interest in folklore and mythical beasts. As of fact Leptwe’s current from was heavily inspired by a cryptid they took a liking to.
Kitro: A biomancer and a botany mancer, two fields you can probably guess wouldn’t be the most appreciated in necron society. He is a charismatic little bundle of joy and has an somewhat unusual need for physical contact with people. Something he’s thankfully not been hindered from getting.
Nipp: A nifty little ( hamburger shaped ) scarab. Given their current name by a habit of nipping anyone they or the gang do not approve of.
Cage: A tall looming figure ho will stare at you and repeat voices of the long gone past. The hunting voice. Okay in all seriousness ( despite their habit of hanging in the corner) they are a quite polite fellow, who is just happy to be included. They regularly accompany the gang on their small little adventures, and likes to help out we’re ever they might be needed . They sometimes imitate small sounds with their voice, but they have never spoken with a voice one could call their own. Instead they prefer communicating more complex subjects via singe.
