Oto Syrano Nakir vin Toyo

**Oto Syrano Nakir vin Toyo**, also known accept Mr. Syrano, was a Pallucia refugee on the Arcturian Station. His unique worldview and position made him a valuable diplomat.

## BIOGRAPHY

Syrano was born into a generally noble family known for their alcoholic drinks, at that time the surname Nakir vin Toyo was the gold standard for Carwyl drinks for over 150 years. He was the first heir to a sizable financial empire encompassing everything from the fields in which the kir’te plant grew to the corporate offices located in his home city of Toyo. He learned to walk, talk, and act like the shrewd, sometimes severe peers of his parents, all business people just like them. Some of his first childhood lessons were that of social survival in the fish-eat-fish world of Toyo. As a child, Syrano was tutored privately in the family estate. He came to appreciate fine literature in his youth, thanks to the myraid of tutors that all impressed on him the importance of worldliness through literacy. Other subjects he excelled in were statistics, marketing, economics, and finances. Needless to say, he was quite the family jewel.

As an adult, Syrano would not be able to take over the family empire until his parents were no longer able to do so themselves. In the meantime, he managed to find himself in a cushy position as the CEO of a sister company to the Nakir vin Toyo Carwyl company. The UMMC was a special interest organization that acted in unison with other alcoholic beverage companies to lobby representatives in the interest of their respective industry. For about 50 years, Syrano became a rising star and one of the organization’s best lobbyists. He became an incredibly persuasive individual. During this time, he was awarded the title of Oto Carwyl by his guild for mastery in the industry of Carwyl-making.

Roughly five years years before the start of the story, Syrano was one of about 70 civilians chosen to go on a most unique cruise through space, following the footsteps of an earlier expedition craft. His role on the craft was mostly business, with some enjoyment thrown in. He is not clear on what happened, he rarely speaks of the matter, but at some point during this time he drank too much Carwyl with a group of business associates. He then either said or did something so heinous that the associates, and soon the rest of the ship saw it fit to put him to trial with a mock-courtroom soon after. He was found guilty, though he asserts his sentencing was not only unfair, but invalid, as no actual legal officials attended this 'trial'. Regardless, his punishment was to be left stranded on an abandoned station a handful of parsecs off the cruise’s course.

So Syrano was left, very alone.

At first, he struggled. The station was humid, but water was not present in enough quantity or at the right salinity to keep him alive. On top of that, he found himself with a broken leg not even a full month after arriving. It was only thanks to the Lienati that he was able to stay alive during this harsh learning curve. They taught him how to survive.

It would be almost a year before Syrano found himself able to return any favors. Eventually, some of knowledge of kir’te cultivation came in handy, and he was able to tame some of the plantlife into a garden of sorts. He would frequently offer cooked meals and services to the Lienati when he could. Although he maintained good relationship with the natives, he found himself alone more times than not. He’s said before that he spends much of his time ‘mourning’.

When Octavian group arrived, Syrano was one of the last to know. He had spent his time dwelling in Deck 02’s water tank and the immediate surrounding area and did not know until four days after the initial arrival, when he went out for a walk and met the group himself. He offered his limited knowledge and volunteer help in exchange for one thing: his living space was to be left alone unless otherwise specified by him.

And thus, he has remained the station hermit, his living space left unseen by those not close to him. He gardened, he swam, came out for walks, and he distilled the fruit growing on the station into Carwyl. On some level, it seemed he had made a new life for himself in exile...

## PERSONALITY PROFILE

Syrano was a serious, stoic man. It was hard to get him to react with strong emotion to most things. Despite this, he was often described as sad or morose by those who knew him well. He did much to keep others at bay, whether out of fear or habit was hard to tell. He still retained much of his diplomatic skills, but rarely left his dwelling, nor did he care enough to use his skill for the Octavian group.

Beneath his exterior, Syrano was a man once made of steel, and then laid low. He had a difficult time dealing with his exile. He did not trust others easily because he was raised in a world where such vulnerability was an automatic attack. He found it difficult to think of things in anything other than profit and losses, so sometimes struggled to build relationships. He felt heavy guilt that he dealt with by accepting his exile as it was.

Syrano appreciated much of the fine things in life. He came to acquire a taste for music and talk shows after the Octavian group came. He appreciated his Carwyl so much that he built a distillery right in his living space. He admitted a few times that he believed he had an alcohol problem.

## PHYSICAL PROFILE

Syrano, like all members of his race, had a unique appearance that changed over time with his diet. On land, he stood at roughly 7’3” tall, not counting his cerata. He was mostly white and grey, with a black edge around his skirts and hues of blue near the edges. His cerata started behind his forehead and continued all the way down his back and his skirts until it reached the tail end of his body. They were somewhat transparent with some white outlining, but occasionally would become more opaque due to diet and hormonal changes. He had a long, narrow face with similarly narrow eyes, and did not smile much. His shoulders were boney, and the rest of his arms were typically left covered by folds that began just below his shoulders. He did have legs, but they were brittle and broke often. He made a point to keep these concealed behind his skirts as often as possible. He, like most members of his race, did not wear clothes.

Syrano’s cerata did not sting during his first few years on the station, as his diet did not consist of anything that could sting. With the proper diet, they could sting again. Syrano had also mentioned before that he used to be more vibrant in color, with purples, blues, and whites. Such a dramatic color loss was considered unusual and unhealthy.

## SPECIAL NOTES

Oto Syrano roughly stood for Master Syrano, but since there was no differentiation between master and mister in Sellarian, he accepted either. Oto Carwyl was a title that could roughly translate to ‘drink-master’ or ‘wine-master’.

Carwyl was a type of alcoholic beverage that was similar to wine but typically had a lower proof. They tended to be dry and spicy, and were frequently used in mixed drinks. His personal distillery was used to make primarily Carwyl, but the alcohol content of his personal Carwyl was double that of the standard Carwyl on the market.

He used a carved walking stick to help him on his short walks. He hoped to strengthen his legs sometime in the future so that he wouldn’t need such crutches.

Syrano did not actively choose the pronoun ‘he’ when he first introduced himself to the Octavian Group. The translator did not have a corresponding word for the Sellarian pronoun ‘ie’, which was a neuter pronoun. He personally did not care either way.