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The eye is watching. It observes with a very long stare. It does not glare, but it is very intent. Intent upon what? We must attempt to find out, lest we drown in its gaze.

It's true!

Pfft. Of course not.

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Me, congratulating myself after avoiding posting more edgy shit

So, you found the profile of the bastard who's going to eat your soul Arena of Snow. What do you hope to find? My post history? A reason for why I act deranged half the time, and 'sane' the other half? Something with fancy characters, beeeuuutiful pitch black on guild background text, a billion GIFs to murder your slow connection? Alas, I'm a boring old sod who offers none of the above. Except the post history. There you can see the crazy shit I posted, mostly because I couldn't be bothered to edit out the un-complimentary parts.

So what else am I supposed to post here? Hmm... hell if I know. Tell you what, if you send a PM and ask about, shit, anything, maybe we'll get to details, and I'll be able to figure out what to post here. Yes? No really, send me a PM. The more insulting the better. But if you want to send something not insulting, I guess you can get away with that too.

Have a history. First I was a bouncing portal. Then I was a 70 ton deathmonger of doom. Then I became... I think it was a beer can for a total of five minutes. Then I became the bouncing portal that eats your soul. Then I evolved and took physical form as some floating thing that forgot to make itself a viable lower body.

Lets just motherfuckin' collaborate, yo

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Here's what I had done enough work on and transferred from my phone.

Dronok
Biology: Dronok are a race of biosynthetic life forms, that originate from the Triox: a combination of 3 artificial planets connected by space bridges, with an artificial sun in the center. The majority of Dronok are mass-produced, although there are several different types or "molds". In fact, there is even a subspecies of Dronok mass-produced to aide human forces in large-scale conflicts, named Ectypes. These Ectypes are designed to resemble humans, are much cheaper in resources, and are completely synthetic. However, most of the Dronok species is partly biological, and resemble much of the anatomy found in biological life forms such as humans. The only real difference is the advanced supercomputer minds of the Dronok, the digital connection between all their minds, and the advanced nuclear fission core that acts as their heart. Otherwise, they have various tubes and cords that act as veins. Dronok "blood" originates as a bright, electrified, metallic cyan, then cools into a metallic, silvery, black liquid.
Culture: Military hive mind, yet each Dronok seems to have it's own personality.
Technology: Highly advanced, gauss and railgun weapons are common, above average personal cloaking, top-of-the-line shielding.

Iganthu
Biology: The Iganthu are an amphibious race of fish-like humanoids who are naturally adapted for speed and flexibility over raw strength. Their technology is crude, but is often used as a prosthetic limb replacement...which often packs more of a punch than their original arm. They have six fingers, two thumbs on either side of the hand and four webbed fingers. Iganthu also have two long and slender toes connected by webbing. Their nostrils are located on their brows, and their teeth are mostly flat and crushing molars. The Iganthu have red orange blood with blue tinting, it is also toxic.
Culture: Most of the population exercises a traditional approach to life with a caste system, only the the majority of the population is situated in either the Noble/Politician caste, the Merchant caste, or even make livings as renowned Bounty Hunters. They have a society very similar to themes seen in ancient Japan and ancient China, with peaceful and tranquil artificial environments in not only the home but also the workplace.
Technology: Needle and dart projectiles, top-of-the-line filtration systems, ship cloaking.

Psardas
Position: The Spine
Combat Role: Soldiers, Generals, Praetorians, Royal Guard
Biology: The Psardas are a naturally strong and formidable race, driven by their ideals of glory, honor, and nobility. They stand at about eight to nine feet tall built of muscle, with quadruple-jointed legs and a more hunched neck and back. The Psardas have four toes arranged to somewhat resemble an X, with two toes pointing forward and slightly to either side, and two to either side pointing backwards and out. They have two larger arms much like a human's, only being situated differently on the body. Their hands appear to be two palms fused together to form a "Venus fly trap" like structure, with two fingers on each "palm" to equal four fingers on each hand. Psardas have a longer skull to allow for their strange jaws, which are split into two separate mandibles that can be used together as one, as well as having a tongue similar to a snake's but splits into three instead of two. Typical outfitting is very similar to that of human clothing and military gear. Psardas blood is green.
Culture: Honor is everything. They hold ceremonial exhibition matches, using antique ceremonial weapons, that play out much like a gladiator match. They also are big on ritualistic public executions on criminals and heretics. To go into combat and live through it unscathed is an honor, to go into combat and die is an honor, but...to go into combat and become injured or be taken prisoner is a tremendous disgrace. If an individual should do something shameful, they shall be demoted and punished...but if a noble should do something shameful; they will be punished and branded in a public display of humiliation, and if they receive three brand marks they will be stripped of their armor and rank entirely and be exiled.
Technology: Energy weapons that shoot high-density energy spheres, personal shielding, adequate personal cloaking.

Rashuragi
Position: The Claws
Combat Role: Berserker, Suppressor
Biology: The Rashuragi are extremely agile, despite their thick armoring of the back and arms. In addition to armor, their backs are covered in curved razor spikes. Their arms are designed to function as adequate shovels, and grants them the ability to dig quickly, although they rarely use their arms to dig. They also have an astounding ability to leap and perform acrobatic motions, such as crawling/jumping on/off walls. The Rashuragi have no language, and instead use body language paired with shrieks or roars to communicate. The Rashuragi also have a large mass of tendrils within their mouth that function as their tongue, which allows for them to emit sonic shrieks that can actually blow objects away. Rashuragi have a silvery cyan blood.
Culture: N/A
Technology: NONE

Kakeru
Biology: The Kakeru are a smaller race adept at engineering, and well fit for scouting roles. The Kakeru have no ankle joints, but they do have two small toes pointing forward and one toe that functions as a heel pointing backwards, although their armor is often made without separate toes. Their arms are of a similar nature, but while having no obvious separation of wrist and forearm, they do have a wrist joint, and their three fingers reflect their toes. Kakeru also have multiple(3-4) eyes pointed in different directions and allowing them to see forward as well as to either side of their head, and many Kakeru helmets have data displays on either side of the helmet so one individual can monitor systems while in a firefight. Their skin is mostly smooth with the addition of some wrinkling around joints. Kakeru blood is a gooey cyan.
Culture: Nothing too significant to note.
Technology: Plasma weaponry, high density reinforced energy shielding, and top-of-the-line advanced cloaking.

Scionnus
Biology: The Scionni are a very militaristic race, and their bodies reflect the enormous devotion that they have for pure warfare. Every last adult male Scionnus is physically and mentally tested before being admitted to a military branch to undergo the necessary physical modifications. A single Scionnus may already be adept enough at surviving natural dangers, what with an immense amount of cartilage as coating on bones and under skin and even as structural support combined with a powerful immune system, but a single Scionnus cannot survive advanced warfare without additional augmentation. All Scionni have most of their armor grafted into their flesh and bone, as well as having additional nanite injectors in their spines. Scionni blood is naturally blue, but as their armor is grafted into their bodies, the blood mixes with dark oils/fuels, and the addition of nanites results in a silvery finish.
Culture: War is everything. Be prepared, stand strong do the damage.
Technology: Fast firing heavy caliber projectile weaponry, top-of-the-line nanite regeneration systems, top-of-the-line disruption, jamming, and voice encryption technology.

Gathrogan
Biology: The Gathrogan are a large, bulky race with an intimidating appearance that suggests an evolution of strength over intelligence, but it is quite the opposite. The Gathrogan may appear to be hulking beasts of strength standing at about eight to nine feet tall, built up with an immense bulk of flesh and muscle, but they are not as strong as they might look. They are actually quite squishy, as most of their flesh is comprised of fatty substances that exhibits a Jello-like behavior. They have rather stubby feet and toes, and have three large fingers that are each tipped with two smaller and more pincer-esque fingers. They have no visible neck or external nose, and have a wide mouth with little tentacles instead of teeth or even a tongue. Gathrogan blood is a maroon goop, and as their environment suits are filled with a special blue jelly used to keep their bodies hydrated, the jelly often mixes with their blood when shot. Also, they produce a lot of mildly-acidic, yellow, mucous-like saliva that is used to aide the digestion of food.
Culture: UNKNOWN. HOMEWORLD UNKNOWN.
Technology: Advanced photon and nuclear weaponry, top-of-the-line energy production methods, above average shielding, above average filtration systems.

Skurj
Biology: The Skurj are a durable race of insectoids, built for survival in almost any environment. Their body is encased in an exoskeleton made of chitin, yet despite being insectoids they still have a skeletal structure within. This skeletal structure is not as intricate as a human's, but it is just as sturdy if not more so. The exoskeleton is designed to protect against slashing and impact trauma, while the inner skeleton is designed to protect against stabbing/puncturing and slashing. Skurj are also known to have shield-crest formations atop, and to the back of, their head which are used to dictate rank or social class. Skurj have a syrupy mix of green and purple blood with a brownish tint.
Culture: Head crest determines social and military class. No crest are pawns, while the more extravagant the crest; the higher the rank. Hive mind.
Technology: Weapons shoot heated metal spikes or a spray of molten metal shreds, only known vehicle is a "Hive Invasion Carrier" made mostly of rock in a cylindrical shape(used to crash-land onto planets to begin total invasions). They are known to have the capability of infesting entire ships and planets without raising alarm, but much about this race's technology is unknown.

Hijackers (worms)
Biology: Simple maggot-like larvae that the Skurj wield as biological weapons, due to their unnatural ability to hijack and seemingly reanimate bodies. They are also known to be able to grow into an armored cockroach-like creature, a scorpion-like creature with a pincer tail, or a four-winged wasp-like creature with a scorpion-esque tail when sufficiently fed by corpses. Hijackers are known to have several natural defense mechanisms, such as poison glands(acts like gas from a stink bug when in maggot or roach form, and acts like a proper stinger in scorpion and wasp form). Their blood is a mixture of rusty brown and putrid green, and can contaminate the air with toxins in large quantities.

@ArkmageddonCat

Mind if I put it in a hider on the compiled post I made?

Lets just motherfuckin' collaborate, yo

Partially as an extra dump and partially for viewing convenience of the WIP, current stuff is compiled here.

RP "data dump"

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The uncle winced as Opal spoke into his ear; quiet as she was, he was sitting between two quite attentive individuals. While the prince was less inclined to listen to such things, and may come to a... fairly harmless conclusion of the nature of the whispers, the ice mage was less accommodating in his judgements. He kept a straight face and simply began eating, wondering what damage to his hard-earned schemes was dealt by such words spoken aloud in the public setting. He saw the mage eyeball him between careful bites, and paid no mind to the expressions he received. He'd have to work quickly, with his own merits, to depose the mage. He hoped the mage was not forming similar ideas.

Which of course the studious cloaked individual besides him was. His hearing was not advanced too far, but he had enough. He'd work to eliminate them both... in time. The three men finished breakfast and said goodbye; the prince and his uncle left to a side parlor, while the ice mage made his way to where the lord would meet his king.

The guards, upon dragging the nobleman into a fairly obscure room, cursed and muttered about reviving him. It took a bucket of water to even fully establish that he was, yes, alive, but in a very deep sleep. It took two maids to verify that his sleep was slightly unnatural, almost coma-like, some fifteen minutes later. It took the head maid's visit to an alchemist, another fifteen minutes worth, to bring a potion that would revive him. The man finally awoke and looked around, seeing maids and guards around him, and began to growl at them in protest. The maids departed with a wave of one of the guard's hands, and they lead the grumbling, still slightly dizzy nobleman towards the chambers of the king, followed by a small but growing crew of maids, passing curious faces, and curious noblemen. Among the noblemen, near the front, was the ice mage.

The noble was lead to the king's royal chamber; unlike the rest of the palace, it lacked much of the grandeur one would expect of such a place. The room was fairly dim, filled with candles, and featured stone pillars surrounding a relatively small space. There was a circle in the room, space enough for the currently empty stone throne of the king; in front of the throne, enough space for 2-3 people to stand before him. The outsides had quite a bit more space to work with, allowing several dozen people to be in attendance. The outside of the room filled with curious faces, and the fat lord stood before the empty throne, - poorly - attempting to appear confident.

A door at the back of the room opened. Stepping in was the king himself, an older man, presently clad in long brown robes with purple streaks. His eyes wandered quickly, briefly scanning the faces of everyone in attendance, his look not far from the inquisitive glances of the ice mage. Those in front of him began to bow, but he waved his hands adamantly for them to stand just as quickly before he stepped into the circle and took a slow seat, pinning the nobleman before him with his gaze.

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Section 2

Lets just motherfuckin' collaborate, yo

Technology I'll try to get to at some point.

I think the roleplay will be, for the most part, centered on a single planet at this point; since that's what I'll be developing. Instead of detailing every sector and every planet, I'll be doing the empire, sector, and planet where it all starts when it comes to development.

More later on, naturally... :)

Lets just motherfuckin' collaborate, yo

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This is character based, but I don't really like the idea of being a smuggler.

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Hey, go for it man. This'll require a lot of organization, as more info will be provided as the story and creation of the setting progresses.

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I like the idea of having multiple planets and many different societies and species to go with those planets, so I'd say that gets the go ahead. However, the colonies bug me. In the age of advanced technology and possible colonization of different planets, why is there a slum planet and why does the rich colony have a high rate of organ trafficking? I'd wager that medical technology has reached the point to where we can make and implant artificial organs relatively quickly and cheaply.

@BrobyDDark

Possibly the slum colonies could be a result of declining authority in outer sectors; leaving some government dependent societies weak without any real control to keep people in line and advance the technologies of said colonies.

That said, it would have to be restricted to outer worlds, since obvious any world in the empire proper would need to be well provided for.

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Sorry, found myself a wee bit busy in other areas. I should have something up (wait for it)... soon.