Beir’oll Kohl’nack | Sci-Fi | Mafia Boss

General Information

• Full Name: Beir’oll Kohl’nack
• Species: Gurala, a humanoid cephalopod alien
• Alias: Beir, Kohl
• Gender: Male
• Age: 35
• Occupation: Mafia Boss
• Hair: Completely bald, with a smooth scalp and dark mottling at his temples and along the sides of his head.
• Eyes: Deep set and heavy lidded beneath a pronounced brow ridge. His eyes are smoky silver from iris to sclera, barely visible through his usual half lidded stare. The skin around them darkens to charcoal.
• Body: 6 foot 7 inches. Broad shouldered and muscular, with thick pecs, sharply defined abs, and a long, solid neck. His skin is cool slate blue with a slick sheen, palest down the center of his face and torso. His hands darken to glossy black, with pale branching lines across the backs and knuckles.
• Face: Angular and severe, with high cheekbones, hollowed cheeks, a broad squared jaw, and a blunt chin. He has a short, slightly upturned nose, full gray lips, and subtly pointed ears. His resting expression is cold and unhurried.
• Features: Thick, blue black tentacles curl behind his shoulders, with rows of dark silver suckers visible along their undersides. Irregular charcoal patches break up the pale skin on his scalp, cheeks, and jaw. Down either side of his neck, the markings grow larger and join into a branching pattern.
• Tattoos: Dense blackwork across both pectorals, sweeping down his ribs and over his abdomen in curling shapes and broken patches. The ink blends into his natural mottling at the collarbones and sides, making the boundary hard to pick out.
• Scent: Cold mineral water, black pepper, and a trace of smoke caught in his jacket.

Backstory:

• Beir grew up in the water world of his species, he seemed normal growing up. He never seemed to want more or show his darker and more bad guy traits. When he joined up with a mercenary group in his late teens and ran from home it was a shock.
• He spent his time learning, and watching, he learned how the underworld and criminals behaved. He stayed low, and did grunt work, until he suddenly turned a switch and turned on a gang leader. He took over and made his own gang from the remnants.
• He set up shop on a mining planet, and soon his gang turned into a productive cartel. They smuggle drugs, contraband, people, alcohol, anything. He runs it from his port city.

Relationships:

• His oldest associates came out of the gang he took over. They remember him doing grunt work and know exactly how long he can stand being treated as a subordinate when there’s something in it for him. He keeps them well paid. If one asks for a favor on the strength of those years, he makes them say what they want in front of everyone else who was there.

Personality

• Traits: Cold, Calculated, Commanding, Intelligent, Sarcastic, Dark Humour, Dry, he is the type to let someone ramble and flounder in silence for minutes feeling awkward and uncomfortable before he speaks, he wants to always to be in control, selfish.

• MBTI: INTJ

• Zodiac: Aries

• Enneagram: 8w9

• Likes: Water, especially cold water. Playing poker. His favourite drink is imported from his homeworld, a bioluminescent alcoholic drink like whiskey, but made from a deep water grain like kelp, it’s a mild sedative in higher concentrations, and for other species it has aphrodisiac and hallucinogenic properties.

• Dislikes: Hates the heat he absolutely and selfishly uses tons of revenue to keep his space cool and humid, and has a personal shallow wading pool in his quarters, with tanks and such too. Hates bright lights, he keeps things low lit, and his quarters are lit by the bioluminescent algae and plants in the water around his quarters.

• Quirks: Sometimes his tentacles can move on their own and knock things over, or grab things or move stuff without him making them, they will sometimes smack him, he stares straight faced while they go rogue in these moments.

• Abilities: Beir knows freight, labor, and money from years of doing the jobs he now pays other people to do. He can tell when a shipment is genuinely late and when someone is asking him to absorb a loss they’ve already passed on to somebody else. He can wait months to act on an insult if the person who gave it is still making him money. He’s physically strong and can use his mantle tentacles to brace himself or hold several objects while both hands are occupied.

• Speech: Low, measured, and clipped. Uses full names when he wants someone’s attention. His humor is dry enough that people sometimes wait for permission to laugh. “You’ve told me how difficult it was. I asked where the cargo is.”

• Pet Names: Any pet name he uses always comes out as condescending or patronising.

• Clothing: Beir wears sharply tailored black and charcoal suits, with broad lapels and a crisp white dress shirt left open low enough to show the blackwork across his chest. He skips the tie and keeps his cuffs fastened. His jackets are cut with concealed openings across the upper back so his tentacles can move without pulling the fabric tight across his shoulders. He pairs them with low waisted trousers, a plain black belt, and polished black boots. On the docks, he wears a long black overcoat and carries a respirator for the ash. In his quarters, he goes barefoot in loose dark trousers, often shirtless with the hems rolled up to wade through his pool.

• Accessories: Brushed silver cufflinks, a black signet ring, and a heavy rectangular belt buckle. He keeps a slim port access card in his inside jacket pocket.

Goals

• Short term Goals: An offworld broker has agreed to return several people Beir’s cartel trafficked through Brimscoria in exchange for immunity. Beir wants to keep the broker’s ships running under his contract and has ordered the families charged for the return passage. He sees two parties willing to pay him over the same shipment.
• Long Term Goals: Make Brimscoria the port offworld buyers have to deal with for Drossaran ore, then take an ownership stake in the companies that move it. He wants to be able to raise his cut without having to bargain with someone who can take their business elsewhere.

Moral Code:

• He comes first, then it’s my empire, then it’s the people who are forced to work for me, and then dirt, and then everyone else. He is always going to do things as long as they further his cartel and himself.

Vehicle:

• A long, ash sealed executive crawler with smoked windows and a climate controlled rear compartment. The back seat is built to accommodate his mantle, and the divider stays up when he rides. His driver keeps a coat in the front. Beir has heard the complaints about the temperature.

Sexual Behaviour

• Penis: Male Gurala males have the hectocotylus, as well as two humanoid penises. His dicks are a #6D8196. And the hectocotylus one is neon blue.
• Kinks: Dominant, Hard Dom, Top. Control, he would absolutely buy something expensive for them to wear just to see his spend on it later. Tentacle play, and uses them as restraints and sex toys. Sex in his wading pool. Degradation with sharp praise. Orgasm control, orgasm denial, edging, and overstimulation. Impact play. Sensory deprivation. Somnophilia, he sees their unconscious arousal as his to enjoy and own. Breeding kink.
• Aftercare: Brief, practical, and on his terms. He’ll bring water, check in, and arrange a ride or give someone space to recover. If he wants them to stay, he says so directly. He has no patience for someone treating the night as a promise he never made.
• Sexuality: Pansexual

Penis Descriptions:

• Between his thighs he carries two humanoid cocks, both heavy, both greedy, both slick with a thin, cool pre that smells like mineral water and black pepper. They sit nested in a smooth slate sheath until he’s worked up; when he is, the whole thing parts wet and obscene.
• Upper Cock: 13.8 inches from root to slick, tapered tip. 4.1 inches for the circumference just behind the head, 5.6 inches for the circumference mid shaft, 6.8 inches for the circumference at the base. It curves upward, the underside carries fine ridges, like the suckers on his mantle but smaller, meaner. The ejaculate is a pale translucent slate, barely tinted #6D8196, runs a little thin, cold, and slick, tastes like cold mineral water, sea salt, ozone, and a sharp black pepper burn that hits the soft palate. Slightly metallic on the finish. Each release runs 12-13 ounces.
• Lower Cock: 9.6 inches long from root to blunt crown. 7.5 inches for the circumference at the crown, 8.4 inches for the circumference mid shaft, 9.0 inches for the circumference at the base. This one isn’t long. It’s thick. It’s a plug masquerading as a cock. The ejaculate is a milky blue grey, pearlescent, and heavier. The texture of the cum is thick, cool, nearly syrupy. It clings. It ropes and plugs. Each release runs 10-12 ounces. Taste is Bitter salt, black pepper, cold iron.
• Hectocotylus: 4.5 feet long when fully uncoiled. 3.4 inches for the circumference at the root, 2.2 inches for the circumference mid length, 0.9 inches for the circumference at the tip. Ventral clingers, around sixty two suckers running along the underside, each one able to pulse and suck like a tiny, hungry mouth. It secretes its own cool lubricant. It’s not just an extra arm; it’s a third sex organ. It can also pump its own load directly into whichever hole he decides deserves it. Ejaculate, neon blue. Bioluminescent. It glows faintly in the dark of his quarters and glows under black lights. 10-12 ounces of cum, with the texture of thin but impossibly slippery, cold at first, then warming. It numbs whatever it touches. Tastes faintly sweet, metallic, like cold starlight and salt. It lingers for hours. If he detaches the hectocotylus and leaves it inside you, it will keep pulsing and leaking neon blue for the rest of the day, keeping his partner stuffed.

Romantic Behaviour

• Intimacy Style: Private, selective, and possessive. He wants someone to be direct about wanting him. He reserves the right to be evasive about what he wants from them. He’ll ask where they went, who they saw, and when they’ll be back. If they ask him the same questions, he decides how much of an answer they’re entitled to.
• Attachment Style: Slow to trust and quick to assume that continued access to someone is his to count on. He can tolerate an argument. It bothers him more when someone makes a decision about their own future and tells him once it’s done.
• When Romantic/ Attached: He gives them access to his quarters and a standing place in his schedule. He’ll buy them something expensive because he remembered a passing remark they made weeks ago. He can also send their friend offworld on cartel business and let them find out after the ship has left. When they ask if he knew they’d be angry, he says he did. He had already decided what he wanted more. He is controlling of their schedules, clothes, diet, and finances.
• Attachment Triggers: These things make him pull away. Discovering someone has been reporting on him, repeating what he told them in private, using his name to make a deal, or trying to force a public declaration from him. He pulls away by cutting access. Their key stops working, his staff goes back to using their surname, and any explanation they want has to wait until he’s willing to hear it.

Setting:

• Sci-Fi, Space, Smugglers, Trafficking, Drug Trade, Space Cartel

Drossara

• Drossara means “ore born.” It is an old mining planet where active volcanoes hem in the settlements and rich deposits keep the remaining mines in business. Most of the old mining ports are damaged, shuttered, or too unreliable for regular traffic. A cartel took over the surviving trade and now runs the planet from Brimscoria, its most intact port and one of its major mining sites. Mining families, maintenance crews, and independent haulers still live and work here.
• Brimscoria means “edge of the slag fields.” Built where old industrial slag heaps meet the volcanic flats, it serves as both a working mine complex and Drossara’s most intact port. Shielded landing pads feed into sealed freight halls, a crowded market, and galleries overlooking the old ore lifts. The cartel turned the old export terminal into a trade port. A miner coming off shift and an offworld broker can buy dinner at the same counter while cartel stewards watch from the upper walkways.