The universe is a big place, and there are plenty of things in it to make a person feel kind of small - which brings us neatly to exhibit A, Ser Tseran Tel'Juk. When stood straight-backed and alert the good knight, sometime officer of the law, part-time hero and occasional public nuisance is somewhere just over ten feet of hellishly impressive humanoid dinosaur, plainly descended (and not very far at that) from a big-ass predatory sauropod that to this day is sitting back with a cold one in the ancestral memory and generally enjoying its descendents affect on the world.

 Darkly gleaming bronze-gold scales sheathe the damn' great space-lizard from the tip of a bright-fanged muzzle that's all too often flashing a bright grin around the world at large to the darting end of a relatively short but fairly agile tail, covering over all manner of solid muscle lain on top of even more solid muscle on the way, while three long-clawed toes protrude tetradactyly (look it up) from each foot and generally tear up carpets, hardwood floors and deck plating whenever he gets antsy.

 Depending upon his mood and intention his dress varies fairly wildly, though notable outfits of choice include the burnished space-black-and-silver combat armour he's been known to wear into battle, which is a thing of clean lines and sleek curves from whose backpack usually hangs a heavy combat rifle and a maglocked power halberd, to the crisp dress uniform of his particular warrior-order to a range of rather more unsuitable and civilian outfits that make up for in utter lack of style what they offer in unabashed comfort.