Martian

## Appearance and Physical Traits

Martians look like "wet balloons made out of cow stomach" with flabby heads, goggly eyes and a beaky mouth. Beneath them martians have eight powerful tentacles they could move entirely independent of one another.

They lack a digestive system so they take in nutrients in a "vampiric" method by hooking up their veins to the veins of their meal or by use of a syringe.

Martians have a chemical scent like Listerine.

## Socio-Cultural Characteristics

Martians rely on their tripods never bothering with anything else and can be seen clanking along in them in traffic on tentacular legs, sweeping the streets with pinging radar
or unloading cargo ships.

To keep from getting sick most martians wears a variety of equipment from a simple surgical mask to entire containment suits they also tend to be good cleaners for this reason.

Martians get their name not because they came from mars, they're all former humans, but because they looked like the Martians as described in H.G. Wells 'War of the Worlds'.

## Skills, Abilities and Weaknesses

**Enhanced Intelligence:** their intelligence allows them to create advanced technology such as death rays, capable of turning soil to glass, and of course their signature tripods which can of withstand a direct hit from lightning.

**Conversion:** they can turn humans into more Martians

**Disease:** weakness, even the common cold will kill a Martian.

## Trivia

* squid is the derogatory term for Martians.
* While a martian's tripod is strong it can't it can't pierce the hyde of a Lizard King nor survive a hit from their atomic breath.

## References

1. ↑ 1.0 1.1 1.2  Wolfman Confidential (Kindle Locations 4035-4040)
2. ↑ Not that I needed much to see what was going on. Martians were fairly big, and this one was slumped against the wet brick wall behind the door. His mask, which made him look like a laughing baby, was askew. His lipless face was limp. I was no shamus, but the fist prints on his mug were probably from me. I took a step down, and there was a crunch. I moved my foot. My heavy heels had crushed one of the Martian’s syringes. Martians were a lot like vampires, but their digestive systems were all messed up. They couldn’t drink blood; instead, they had to hook up their veins to the veins of their meal. This was for that, as near as I could tell. I was no expert, but I’d served Martians more than once and never quite got used to it. I squatted down and peered at the motionless gray blob. His tentacles were spread all over the grimy alley. That alone was enough to make me wonder. Martians could die from a single snotty tissue; they avoided alleys like the literal plague. He would’ve needed a damn good reason for coming out here. - A Touch of Verdigris
3. ↑ Wolfman Confidential (Kindle Locations 994-995)
4. ↑ Fifty Feet of Trouble (Kindle Location 1983)
5. ↑ City of Devils (Kindle Locations 885-887)
6. ↑ Fifty Feet of Trouble (Kindle Location 772)
7. ↑ 7.0 7.1 Wolfman Confidential (Kindle Locations 4090-4092)
8. ↑ Wolfman Confidential (Kindle Locations 4032-4035)
9. ↑ A Stitch in Crime (Kindle Locations 671-673)
10. ↑ Fifty Feet of Trouble (Kindle Location 3047)
11. ↑ Fifty Feet of Trouble (Kindle Locations 4740-4742)