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>Inchoroi (400): You are not from this world. You are one of the last remaining Inchoroi, brother to Aurang and Aurax, a child of the Ark-of-the-Skies that once travelled between the stars. Although your kind has manufactured several different races, they are in turn a creation of the same enigmatic Progenitors who engineered the Ark; while almost everything concerning such a primordial time has been lost, it is clear that you were created as a warrior, the very embodiment of uncompromising domination: your form is terrible to behold, taller than a Nonman, clawed and winged, with a great skull like an oyster turned on end bearing a monstrous face, a second humanlike face resting within the crocodilian jaws of the first. Your limbs are mighty, enough to contest a Nonman’s strength, and the Tekne has ensured that you are wholly immune to age and disease alike, with none of the madness that eternity has inflicted on the Cûnuroi. Lastly, your body radiates strange pheromones that influence the behaviour of those in close proximity to you, causing them to grow wild with lust for your obscene form — with prolonged exposure, even one who has seemingly mastered their emotional responses and bodily functions can be brought to their knees in worship if they do not employ the utmost care in your presence.