Ralis Kahn

Ralis Khan
Cross bow image: I, BrokenSphere [GFDL, CC-BY-SA-3.0], via Wikimedia Commons; Silhouette and cat eyes are public domain via Pixabay.com; Design: Carma Spence.
Reluctant hero of the future. Wears a long black trench coat. Uses a sonic weapon in the shape of a crossbow.

He doesn’t want to be a hero … he just ends up in the right place at the right time and can’t help himself. He’s introverted and doesn’t like a fuss being made about him. He’s quiet.

He has long black hair and almost white blue eyes that have been augmented to see a broader spectrum of light that normal people.

He’s freakishly tall because of his alien lineage.

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