Telrim Four-Two-One-Nine

The building Telrim leads the way into is bare and functional, one high long room with a rough concrete floor. From inside, the walls look rather sturdier and shored up, and from them comes a faint electric hum. For Telrim, installing better security is just part of moving in.

And yet, as she steps in and the lights switch on, the warehouse is revealed to be empty. There's a table against one wall, a couple of chairs, an wooden crate of assorted things... but that's it. Telrim - and the handful of Yeerks who work with her - don't use this place as a storehouse. It's a staging ground.

The door slides shut behind them, and the Controller goes to pull out the table.  "Like a seat?" she asks over her shoulder. "There should be a couple of cushions in the box."

Telrim Four-Two-One-Nine: former scout, trained soldier, smuggler with a cause. She’s done her time in each of the main host species and now she’s stuck with human for the foreseeable future. Not that she minds too much – the senses are excellent, the experience is novel, and she gets to indulge her curiosity about an alien world. Nowadays her duties are split between supplying scientific materials to the Pool ship and manning a front organisation for any and all Yeerk operations that need things moved around. Swiping bits of human art to study, store, protect, save, that’s more of a side-project. Because not-very-deep-down, part of her is still passionately gleeful about getting to see the galaxy and all the weird things therein.

She’s unquestioningly devoted to the Empire’s ideals of discipline, efficiency and progress, proud of her species and their achievements, eager to see what future they will create. She has to be. She’s picked up too many bad memories not to believe the cost was worth it.

Towards aliens (i.e., humans) she's forcibly polite and an instinctive liar... as long as she can keep up the masquerade. In reality she regards them with a mixture of superiority and interest, respecting certain qualities while remaining very clear that Yeerks do everything better.

Telrim's voluntary host is Natasha Stanton, who went to the Sharing for help during a rough patch in college and got a bargain she never expected. A chance to save some fragment of her species… and the promise of safety on a doomed planet.






Telrim (and her host!) can be played from any point during canon, while working for the Yeerks invading Earth, or as her post-canon version, on the run and desperately trying to not starve/find some way to help what’s left of her people.