Name: Zyra
Occupation: Warlord, warrior, observer, computer tech
Age: Unknown
Hair: None
Eyes: Blood red (almond shape)
Height: 8'6"
Weight: Unspecified
Race: Irken
Species: Non-human
Gender: Male
Marital Status: Single
Antennae: Comes up then bends back at a sharp angle, hangs to just past his shoulders ending in sharp points, keeps pulled over his shoulders and adorned with four silver beads on each
Teeth: Razor sharp, fang-like canines
Skin: Pale green
Claws: Long, talon-like (retractable)
PAK: Silver-white and black
Personality: Intellectual (Think Vulcan with a sense of humor)
Wears: Long flowing black and dark green robes (with black leggings underneath), black chest plate trimmed in gold w/the Irken symbol emblazoned on the front, metallic gauntlets, and knee-high boots that buckle up the front
Also wears a respirator, as he can no longer properly breath the air on Irk due to the destruction of all organic material
Has a bio-mechanical heart
The last of the ancients, Zyra has full control over all, but prefers to rule from the sidelines, helping with whatever, designing new technology/weaponry, offering up strategical advice, fixing the Control Brains whenever they need to be repaired, and maintaining order. Helped to build the engine for the Massive
Hobbies: Snacking, sleeping, inventing, writing poetry, tending to his virtual garden, philosophizing, traveling, conquering, exploring, fighting (sparring), tinkering with various things, astronomy
Favorite Snacks: Twinkies, waffles, doughnuts
Visits Earth from time to time to observe organic life (plants, trees, etc) and take a breather so to speak; his own little secret
