Cheka Man's Profile

Those magnificent men, in their flying machines...some of them air cadets, others who are long-toothed veterans of war in the air.

Once Vandersil was a rich city. Too rich for it's own good. It was born when gold was struck in the Northern Polar Mountians. The gold ran out within a few years but veins of other minerals both common and rare were discovered. Coal, silver, star stones. The city grew rich through trade and the streets were paved with bronze, at least, in the richer areas of the city. And then it fell into captivity because it neglected it's defences...

Seven more pretty princesses, each with their own distinct personality.