Name: Arendi
        Homeworld: Verces
        Race: Ysoki
        Gender: Male
        Age: 19
        Theme: Roboticist
        Classes: Technomancer (Drone Technomancy), Mechanic (Exocortex)
        Alignment: TN

Arendi is one of the sons of a successful ysoki family living in the Kashak metropolis on Verces. He received a comprehensive education in technomancy, with a solid grounding in non-magical engineering. Work for a technomancer was easy to find in the city- there was always somebody who needed one to magically check cybernetics for defects. The job was easy money but far from glamorous, so he spent his free time making a variety of tutorial and "experiment" vids on the off-chance of making it big someday.

With technomancer would-be vid celebs being ten credits to the dozen, it would've taken more to stand out than he had at such an early stage. As one of his attempts to inject more humor into material that was a bit dry by nature, his programming tutorial on chron jobs used an example project of automating his daily prayers to appease Lao Shu Po, Grandmother Rat. Mostly seen as a superstition or even a reflex, many ysoki pray for Grandmother Rat to look the other way, assuring her that they're fine and don't need her "help".

Arendi awoke the next day with a rat sitting up at the foot of his bed, carrying a messily written note on ancient rice paper. It expressed disappointment that he refused to speak to his own grandmother and concern that Verces' cities were no place for a young ysoki to learn what life was really like. The writer had made arrangements for him to participate in a planetary expedition in six months. The letter was signed with a bloody pawprint.

There were no shortage of stories concerning what happened to the loved ones of those who ignored Grandmother Rat's demands, whether directly or through a worshiper, so Arendi threw himself into preparations. His education was entirely predicated on the assumption that he'd be warding the personal comms of rich CEOs in a comfortable office, and there wasn't time for the training needed. Aiming for the fastest results that might save his hide, he poured all of his technical skill into implanting a rough combat AI into his cranium and cobbling together an artillery drone barely held together by technomancy. The strain was enough to permanently damage his magical connection, but it's a small price to pay if it helps him live through this.