This is Nyssa's first visit to the Nexus. Dressed in a modest yet regal brown garb which shows her position in society as an Aristrocrat, she is the last survivor of the planet Traken. She sits down politely and reaches for a glass of water and drinks some before asking her question. It is clearly one which she is not keen to ask but as an ( Read more... )

A man enters the multiverse, threads of time clinging to his very pores. He is old, very old and yet his face is young and full of life. He brings adventure with him in the folds of his dusty old woolen coat for those willing to take his hand. He looks around the room memorizing each face before he finds a place to sit ( Read more... )

There's a man standing in front of the sign explaining the Nexus ( Read more... )

In one of the more open and less populated spaces of the Nexus, something winged crashes out of the air and ends up stunned on the ground. Not to worry, he recovers quickly enough and takes in his surroundings, and very cautiously watches from the edge of things for a while ( Read more... )

 *this is either a very masculinely built girl or a very pretty man seated cross-legged on one of the couches. With breasts. In a black skintight bodysuit with some sort of armor around the ah--groin region ( Read more... )

A cute little girl with blue eyes and shoulder length black hair steps through a portal, which closes behind her. She is wearing a tuxedo top and knee length black skirt, as well as a top hat and bow tie. She looks to be about eleven years old or so. If you look carefully, you might also notice that her hat might occasionally twitch or move on it' ( Read more... )

A tall lanky man clad in purple has just landed in the Nexus, and he doesn't know what's going on or how he got here ( Read more... )

A brilliant, yellow light begins to shine, seemingly from nowhere-like a tiny sun it hovers in the air untill it starts to take a shape-five shapes. Five rings, on an invisible fist, each the same yellow colour as the light. Slowly, a metal fist seems to fade around the rings, a body filling in as if colour was being poured into a empty mould. ( Read more... )

Well, that's interesting. A tiny little robot has just rolled into the Nexus. When we say tiny, we mean "well under two feet tall". He's basically a well-worn, slightly rusted box with treads on either side, a pair of spindly little arms, and two surprisingly expressive cameras that extend from the top of him on what can only really be called his ( Read more... )

It's a lanky, disheveled figure that ambles in: ill-fitting coat, stained trousers, waistcoat even homelier than the face above it, which is going some. He's missing a hat, and his hair needs a trim, and everything else needs a wash, but at least he shaved. ...Probably ( Read more... )