The Periasaur, these rocky headed militarized merchants make no quarrel in raiding the galaxy's home-worlds for slaves as they are of great value to the space wide markets where laws rarely have control. From their hard bone skull surrounded with a crown of barbs to their sunken beak like jaws, they leer at all with their bright orange eyes with race wide contempt for the "lesser" races.

He wears a heavy metal laminar curass over his rib lined jacket. His wrists bound with control braces, with his feet in heavy space kickers. Belted over his chest he wears a metal sash (alloy colours declaring his rank).

"Get in the cage manling" - grumpy Periasaur Slaver.