Nobody knows how long ago the Quizon race began or where their home planet was. Not even the Quizon. A handful of those surviving today were, undoubtedly, alive back then. But after traveling the universe for millennia, memories fade. Some see this as a blessing and others, a curse. What is the use of having a limitless lifespan if you can't remember everything you've ever learned? On the contrary, what a burden to carry the memory of every poor decision made, every pain endured, every sadness felt, for countless centuries. It's a glass-half-full/glass-half-empty situation.

The Quizon, as far as anyone knows, have a limitless lifespan. Most can't remember their own ages exactly. Every hundred years or so, a Quizon female will reproduce, giving birth to hundreds of eggs. Half of them never hatch. They get eaten by other creatures, don't get enough heat, or their mothers didn't lay them in the right atmosphere. Of those that do hatch, only a small portion will live to see adulthood. The universe can be a cruel place. So, although this race has been around as long as time itself, not all Quizon are the same age. Once they reach maturity, however, it's very difficult to tell how old a Quizon is.

The Quizon, however infinite their lifespans may be, are not immortal beings. Like any other warm-blooded, cold-blooded, or acid-blooded creature in the universe, they can be killed. Many have met with cruel fates as they scattered themselves among the stars. Some were swallowed whole and slowly dissolved by stomach acids. A few unlucky Quizon were caught in the explosions of supernovas. Others fell victim to squirming brain parasites that slowly ate them from the inside. An adult Quizon can heal from most injuries, even growing back parts of limbs if necessary. But an injury to the brain or complete decapitation will destroy them. A few rare illnesses exist that can kill them too. As long as a Quizon can avoid these, they will live forever.

The Quizon typically prefer to travel alone. No matter how charming a companion might be, anyone’s company gets stale after a few hundred years. Once they leave their nest, they may not see another of their kind for decades. When they do, it’s like greeting a long-lost family member. They update each other on the latest news, gossip about other Quizon they’ve met, brag about their accomplishments, and then go their separate ways. It is not in the nature of a Quizon to get lonely. Traveling solo across the universe can be very dangerous, especially if you find yourself in Brelgak territory. It tends to weed out the dumb, the lazy, and the slowest of any species.

The Quizon that have survived this long didn't get that way by being weak fighters. With access to nearly every fighting style ever developed, some have made it their mission to perfect them all - or at least the ones they have the proper limbs for. They have a nasty habit of changing styles abruptly in the middle of a fight. Just as you start to think you can predict a Quizon's next move, they switch it up. For this reason, it's never a good idea to underestimate one. Just as importantly, they can read an opponent's fighting style in just a few moves and adapt their own style to beat it. Chances are they've fought someone just like you before…and won.

The worst problem with having a limitless lifespan is boredom. The creatures who lament their mortality and long for everlasting life always fail to anticipate how incredibly boring life gets after a few thousand years. In their formative years, the Quizon spend time learning how to survive. Their time is consumed by activities like getting enough to eat, hiding from predators, and learning the safest places to sleep. Past that stage, they get the urge to explore and begin their travels. Their first intergalactic trip is the most exciting. Everything is fresh and new. Then, they begin to get jaded. The universe, it seems, may be vast, but it's filled with very much the same things. After a few thousand years, the novelty of everything has worn off.

Most Quizon fight this soul-crushing boredom by becoming collectors. During the centennial gathering of Quizon, they show off their rarest items. Those with the largest and most unique collections gain high status in their society. A Quizon can present collections of knowledge, like fighting styles or useless trivia. Those Quizon are typically the sort that like to travel light; nomads of the stars. Valuables like gemstones and fossils from various planets are valued as well. A few Droth teeth, for example, might make a nice addition to a collection of fangs and incisors from various galaxies. But the collections the Quizon desire most of all, the ones they prize above all others, are trophies.

Their collections are the motivation behind just about everything they do. There are three reasons why a Quizon might come across the galaxies to compete in The Coliseum. The first is, of course, to earn the highest awards and the biggest prizes. They visualize their trophies resting on shelves among other sparking and shiny tokens of their accomplishments. The second reason is wealth. These Quizon want riches so they can boost their collections of strange objects from around the universe. Everything has a price and sometimes the rarest items come with the largest price tags.

The last group of Quizon fighters is perhaps the most dangerous. Some Quizon come to the Coliseum because they're looking to meet a glorious end. These are the Quizon that have nothing to lose. Where another fighter might hold back, cautious of their safety, these Quizon have no hesitation at all. They have no dreams of a life beyond The Coliseum. Almost barbaric in their passion for battle, these Quizon will come at you without fear, without remorse, and without restraint. Better to perish in battle and glory than to be consumed by emptiness.