[center]Humanity has achieved the impossible.[/center]

An empire that spans the stars. A federation that spans even more. They stride across the galaxy, each step the steps of a behemoth, a true giant, pioneers that blaze the trail for weaker minds and bodies to follow. The Terran Planetary Collective reached the very peak of its power in 2212, technological advancements thought impossible only decades ago now coming to fruition. The greatest minds in the galaxy- nay, the [i]universe[/i] working together in concern. Great structures were build. Ringwords, each one capable of bearing billions of people. Dyson Spheres that could capture the power of a celestial body and send it across the systems strung out between stars in seconds. 

Of particular note was the Dyson Sphere constructed around Luyten-726-8A. Harnessing the power of the star, and with even more drawn from its binary brethren, not only was it the very heart of energy production in mankind's holdings, but it also held a hidden secret. Deep within the panels of the Dyson Sphere lay five ships. Hidden, concealed, prepared for the moment that the collective would need them the most. Five of the greatest United Races Ships ever to be put to space. The URS Saint's, Guardian's, Prophet's, Angel's and Prayer's Rests. Each one outfitted with a AI that had achieved sapience, and a small army of robots and semi-sapient droids to keep them functioning whilst the crew slept.

The Prophet's Rest was perhaps the most interesting. Outfitted with Subspace Hyperdrive navigation that allowed the ship to temporarily plummet out of one universe and into the space betwixt two, speeds far greater than that of light's could be achieved. In combination with the 83 thousand strong crew, many of whom were not mere soldiers, but scientists, frozen embryos and volunteers from the arts, it was designed not just as a capital ship for the end of days, but also as a match to relight the fire of the Collective.

Unfortunately, it never received it's wakeup call. Now approximately 1,000,000 AD on Earth, and the Prophet's Rest finally awakes from its slumber, to find a galaxy utterly changed from what it knew.

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Feel free to modify the layout of the character sheet as you wish. As long as it contains all the requires information, I don’t mind [i]what[/i] it looks like.

[b]Name:[/b] The name of your crewsman.

[b]Gender:[/b] Male, female, or something entirely different?

[b]Age:[/b] High-ranking members of a spaceship such as the Prophet’s Rest will likely be several decades past adolescence. This is biological age mind, so whilst technically speaking the entire crew of the Prophet’s Rest are chronologically almost a million year old, don’t put that down. 

[b]Species:[/b] There are dozens of species that are part of the Federation and that might have been found on the Prophet’s Rest. The majority of crewmembers will be Human, and any crewmember that is [b]not[/b] a human will have to write a short biography about their race here as well, which I will assess.

[b]Appearance:[/b] What does your character look like? Tall, short, slim, wide. 8’ tall low-gravity world-dwelling, or three foot high turtle man? Your choice.

[b]Rank or Role:[/b] If military personnel, use rank, and say what this rank’s duties are, as well as what they specialise in. Non-military personnel aboard the Prophet’s Rest, such as science personnel also need their role to be explained. Potential ranks include commander of any ground or boarding actions made by the Prophet’s Rest or commander of the ship’s military or engineering corps. Potential non-military roles include xenobiology officers, exoexpeditionary officers and much more.

[b]History:[/b] A brief (two or three short paragraphs) backstory of the character. What must be included is why they, of all people, were selected to be cryrofreezed as the last potential hope to Human society.

[b]Psych Report:[/b] Your character’s personality. Likes, dislikes, fears, weird things they do when nobody’s looking. That sort of thing. 

[b]Extraordinary skills:[/b] The galaxy is a wide, wide place. Psionic capabilities, bionic bodypart replacements, genetic modifications and therapy, unique gadgets or bizarre and almost forgotten knowledge are all potentially things that set aside the best of the best from the mere best.
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