ClocktowerEchos

Bayonets, Brimstone, and Bullets - A Napoleonic Inspired NRP

WIP - Kankora

K A N K O R A

^{"Nothing is really lost to us as long as we remember it."
~ LM Montgomery}

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Kankora, a land covered in the remains of those who came before and a people whose history has been lost to its dense, oobscuring fog. While lesser men would question the how's and why's of civilization in such a place, the Kankorans ignored them and made their home in the marshes, swamps and rivers of this Graveyard of Kings. From their pillar cities and bone towns, Kankora has been dragged into the modern age by a line of great kings; visionaries who brought old traditions into a new world. Now with the scale-clad armies of the cantons at his back and the might of the Serpent Navy at his back, the new king, King Omaka, awaits not to prove himself, but for the return of his father who made the very same promise as an ancient god one made to the people of Kankora.

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GOVERNMENT

The Crown, the Nobles and the Law

The monarch and royals of Kankora ("the Crown") are highly influential and are the embodiment of the Kankoran state. Unowned land is the property of the state and key aspects of life such as taxation, labor tax and the vast Mitla storehouses. However, much of this power is delegated to noble families who carry both great responsivity and respect. Many Mitla storehouses are built next to the castles of noble families and should they be found using their power irresponsibly, they are subject to the full harshness of Kankoran law. According to Kankoran law, any noble found stealing from their Mitla will have them and three generations of their family executed and their family name added to the infamous "Black Ledger", effectively crippling them from further noble life.

The pillar cities (Palaos) and bone towns (Bonaos) are typically run by an elder who is sometimes voted upon and sometimes appointed. Palaos are divided another step by their iconic "wards"; additional pillars that split off from the main one and are connected via bridges and their leadership has traditionally been done by appointment from the Palaos Elder. The country on a whole is divided into several Cantons, ruled over by a Chieftain noble.

Kankoran law is notoriously harsh and unforgiving with the idea that the actions of the individual reflects the action of the group. This is often seen through "generational punishment" where the criminal's extended family is punished. However, this extreme is typically reserved for what are the "Crown Laws" which are much larger in scope and affect the good of the whole nation. Lesser courts deal with "Common Law" that deal in things like property dispute and petty theft and while the Common Courts rarely deal generational punishment, laws are still harsh with some form of branding or public humiliation.

GEOGRAPHY

Map Claim, the Land of Rivers, the Graveyard of Monsters

ECONOMY

Mitlas, Taxes and Goods

Kankora uses a mixed system of free market trade and planned industry. The Crown sets out quotas are surplus goals for each Canton to ensure that the Mitlas are never empty. This typically is only for things such as food, weapons, armor and building material however can also include things such as scaled hides, Crustaloid Crabs and valuable luxury items. Once these quotas have been filled, farmers and tradesmen are free to sell their surplus goods to market, typically hauled by the favored pack animal, giant hermit crab-like coruscations known as the Crustaloid Crabs.

Taxation in Kankora does not work off of giving over goods (as that is what the quotas are) but instead giving over time. Kankora boasts one of the most sophisticated and well maintained infrastructure systems in the new world with wide canals, sturdy bridges and semi-paved pounded roads. With this system, the Crown can efficiently move people about for labor projects, maintenance work and new constructions. It is not uncommon for people to quite literally pick up their lives and use the labor tax as a way to move somewhere else. Of course, the other major part of the labor tax is the conscription of military service, typically in a Canton's local militia.

Masters of their home, the Kankorans have a number of exports they ship on their Dathmir boats. From the jungle growths come hard and soft woods, good for a variety of construction and crafting applications, and medicinal herbs, fungus and moss. Alongside there medicinal farms are groves of young Eternity Trees that regularly produce a waterproof resin that Kankorans use to coat cloths and ships. The waterways' animals that skilled hunters, fishermen or river farmers use to produce hard animal shells, fish, seafood and the famous Kankoran Scaled Hides.

With so many rivers and lakes, it comes as no surprise that Kankora has become masters of them as well. They have perfected the art of creating floating farms and even raised villages that sit atop stilts. Boats of all sizes and purpose are created daily with every family owning at least one boat. The most famous of these shipyards is the Arms of Mother, built in a naturally enclosed harbor resembling the outstretch arms of a hugging mother, it uses a primitive type of mass production to create vast numbers of ships during war. More recently the Arms have attempted to figure out a way to use the same method to mass produce larger, western-style warships.

Trade Goods

• Various hard and soft woods from jungle swamps
• Reptile skins and animal shells
• Waterproof Resin
• Kankoran Amber
• Fishing Goods
• Mercenary work and boat building outsourcing

HISTORY

Old Kankora, the Lost Father and the Lampur Dynasty

According to legends, the Kankoran people are all that remains of an ancient, highly advanced empire they called Old Kankora after their home island was consumed during an apocalyptic storm in antiquity. No evidence has ever been found of this mythical island empire, but the records of some other older civilizations do make note of a huge storm and several artifacts and relics belonging to the Crown are incredibly well made and advanced for what their supposed age is. It is this esteemed heritage to which Kankorans claim their mastery of the waves, immunity to seasickness and incredible balance to.

The first known ruler of Kankora was actually a Queen who is said to have had a child with the former patron god of Kankora, Huta'lopo, according to myth. Evidence suggests this lost Queen was in fact real but who the father of her children was is remains a mystery. To this day however, the Crown has always claimed right to rule through this supposed divine blood until recently.

The first mention of Kankora in the history of other nations is that first of traders, then raiders and then finally as mercenaries. In an age past, Kankora became famous for its Marine-at-Arms, naval infantry so fearsome that on more than a few occasion, ship captains have surrendered their vessels at the sight of them and the rumor a ship had even a handful of Marine-at-Arms was enough to dissuade smart pirates. The scaled cloaks, horn hammers and fanged blades of the Marine-at-Arms has become one of many symbols of modern Kankora. At the height of their power, they even served as bodyguards to foreign nobles, skilled warriors with no connections to the land and aboslute loyalty upon payment made for excellent protectors against court intrigue.

However, the most monumental moment in Kankoran history is the Lost Father, when Huta'lopo made a promise to his children that he had to leave them for some great duty but would return. For generations, Kankora was disconnected from divine magic as they waited for the return of Huta'lopo. However, he never returned and over time, the idea that he hand abandoned Kankora grew until his followers were no more.

With their legitimacy shattered, the Crown faced rebellion and uprising after the reign of Lotao the Wicked. It was during this time, when Kankora was shattered, that a distant relative of the royal throne arise to press his rightful claim to the Kankoran crown, Hatarva the First. Relying on his ability and charisma, he overthrew Lotao and chained him to a rock and thrown into the sea. Thus began the current Lampur dynasty.

Since then, a series of successful and worthy kings have dragged Kankora into the modern world, introducing new ideas and concepts (with some censorship). The previous king, King Aota, had left his son with a respectable army, a strong navy and a booming nation, having finally squashed the last bits of resistance. He set off on a voyage to try and find Old Kankora, promising his son that he would return to see him coronated as King of Kankora. More than a decade has pasted since that day and the prince was hesitant to be crowned, still waiting on his father's return. Finally, after demands from both his nobles and his subjects, he reluctantly took the crown as King Omaka.

CULTURE

The People, the Pillar Cities and Bone Towns and the Spirits

MILITARY

The Royal Army, the Scales of War and the Legacy of Olonar

The Royal Navy, the Serpent Ships and the Masters of Tides

The Grim Crusade - A Warhammer 30000 RP

Need to finish history and write up the meeting and his appearance.

Demervan Laranak, the One Eyed Wolf and the Kerberos King

Name: Demervan Laranak
Gender: Male
Pysker Grade: Kappa
Homeworld:

Salott

Salott is an unfortunate example of good intentions gone wrong. Formerly a planet fame for its high quality luxury goods and artisan agriculture and known for its culture of honor, come the Long Night, Salott was spared the brunt of the horrors of it thankfully. Shifting its production to more survival-centric industries, the Barons and Viceroys of Salott's upper class remained fairly comfortable, watching over their fields and workshops. However, ideas of abolishing the increasingly entrenched nobility gain popularity after a series of terrible famines and natural disasters that left the commoners crippled and devastated.

The Salottic Revolutionary Council gained followers and momentum, leading to the outbreak of full on war of the revolutionaries vs the mercenaries and sworn house guards of the nobles. After a decade of war that ravished much of the planet, the SRC declared victory and tried to move towards a more democratic republic. The various groups and internal factions, once bound by their hatred of the nobility, began to splinter and soon political infighting once again crippled the planet as bandits, former mercenaries and house guards and even revolutionaries, preyed upon the weak.

While the Barons and Viceroys had the money and loyalty of guards to protect their vast fields, when the SRC distrusted the land to the poor peasants, they no longer had the means of protecting their own interests. Soon they began to band together and hire armed gunmen to try and protect what little livelihoods they had left after the civil war. These gunmen however, saw an opportunity. As one of the few well-armed forced left and already having defacto control in some remote areas, these triggermen took to forming gangs, clans and families whose activities began to look more and more like organized crime. Protection rackets, drug trafficking, prostitution, illegal betting, arms dealing, the loose gangs of criminals that began to become known as the Salottic Mafia grew in power.

Now, almost all of the planet is under the influence of the one of the criminal elements, either covertly or discreetly. What remains of the SRC is a broken corpse of diehard guerrillas and fanatical insurgents who strike out against the much larger families in suicidal attacks. As for the peasants and commoners, they had finally found a limited degree of safety. Although now the commoners are under new management, while chaffing under heavier taxes, have been granted a larger degree of freedom than before.

Appearance:

Demervan stands at an average height for a Primarch and on the surface appears slimmer without his armor. Exceptionally well groomed, his black hair is sleek yet silky while he beard is trimmed and smooth. His light bronze skin is without blemish and only the most fashionable of scars across his left eye and a nick on his right cheekbone, both giving off equal parts an attractive aggression and a mysterious mark.

Personality:

Demervan is a man of bold speech and bolder actions. He feels no need to hide his Primarch superiority, no apologize for his actions which he has absolute confidence in on the level of ancient Greek hubris. Feeling right at home with the underworld of any society, he openly engages in the vices of drink and dice as well as women, seeing it as completely acceptable so long as he completes whatever tasks he is given.

However, beyond simply confident bravado and sins, there is one other thing which Demervan holds dearly and that is the concept of Honor Among Thieves. Politicians and nobles are not to be trusted as they are only capable of looking after themselves and their own careers, but to be a part of a criminal family is to be one of many who look out for each other. This honor is so sacred that he has personally ensured to brutal execution of well over a dozen of his best lieutenants who broke the sacred laws of honor.

Demervan cares little for the formalities and “noble customs” that other Legions and Imperial society as a whole focuses so much on to the point he has a disdain for those who have gained their ranks purely through family connections and nepotism. The Primarch of the 20th Legion prides himself on meritocracy and is willing to accept anyone into his fold so long as they prove their worth and aren’t a pompous git.

He is a many surrounded by mysteries and lies, some of which were created by him. He is unfortable with anyone knowing too much about him, likely a self defense mechanism honed over years of ruthless underworld politics. While not exactly a habitual liar, Demervan's relationship with the truth is often very fluid.

History:
There are some dozen versions of how Demervan landed upon the world of Salott and how he rose to power. Some versions claim that he was picked up by a major gang and adopted by a Mob Boss. Others say that he was raised by normal parents but fell into crime where he excelled. Others say that he was once a pit fighter who broke his own chains and formed his own gang. Whatever the reason for it, Demervan has never once told the same story twice in its entirety, preferring the anonymity and confusion it generates to ensure that no one really ever figures it out.

What is known for sure is that at some point he created his own gang called the Black Flag Battalion, either from combining other gangs or raising it from nothing. In time, the BFB would spread its influence until it became the single entity which controlled organized crime upon Salott. There wasn’t a street in a city under their control, a police department on their payroll or a drug sale that they hadn’t permitted. In a highly ironic twist, once they became masters of the underground, overall crime decreased on the planet as the gang warfare and bloody street fights had all but disappeared.

With his power absolute, Demervan shifted from simply being the master of the underworld into something else to help cement himself: a pop culture icon. Through legitimate business practices, the BFB spread its imagery on everything from t-shirts to strippers, decorative stickers to billboards, jewelry to tv shows. With his own unnatural charisma, Demervan lead ran for the head of multiple nations, even forcing many of them into his own super national organization: the Salott Syndicate. Proving that he could lead soldiers and civilians as well as he could criminals and gangers, the Syndicate became Salott and Demervan, the Crown Prince of Crime.

The only thing known for a fact about Demervan personally is that he had fell in love with a woman although that is as much as is remembered. Some say she was an underworld princess, others a one night fling that became serious, or a prostitute that caught more than the Wolf's eyes. What is known is that this woman was named Illya and she took Demervan's last name in a grand ceremony the whole world watched. But Demervan was always going to outlive her by several life times; unlike so many other things, he stayed by her side until she finally passed. He has never quite been able to move on from his Queen, wearing her locket around his neck and not taking lightly when someone speaks ill of her or her memory.

When the Emperor came to Salott, it was under disguise as a single lawful vigilante who began to attempt to dismantle the empire Demervan had built. When the One-Eyed Kerberos finally figured out who was behind it, he personally set out to find this “Golden Virtue” hero who was destroying everything he built in an incredibly short amount of time. After a highly dramatic final confrontation at the top of Demervan’s own skyscraper, the Emperor revealed himself and dueled the Kerberos King. Their battle went on for a day and a night until the Emperor finally pushed Demervan over the edge, leaving him hanging. Offering his hand in exchange for submission and fealty, the only recorded incident of Demervan kneeling before someone else occurred and he was given the 20th Legion, the Storm Guard, and full Primarch regalia in exchange for granting the Syndicate control of the entire Salott System.

Since taking command, Demervan has brought a number of worlds and stellar empires into compliance, often by exploiting local criminal elements and using them as proxies to ensure as few casualties for his own legionaries. However, he hasn’t “gone soft” as the 21 Banners’ actions during the Siege of Taratoru and the Battle of Endicele Bay proved.

Skills:

Hypnotic Presence – Beyond simple normal Primarch charisma, something about Demervan has a certain hypnotic aspect to it. The way he can project his voice and the supernatural ways it whispers in your mind combined with his ocular mutation hidden under his eyepatch can sway many people to him and even if they are not swayed, it can be highly distracting.

Master Chief – For whatever reason, Demervan just appears to have an incredible ability to master anything that can be cooked. From decadent feasts to carefully crafted military rations to even illicit drugs and mystical potions. The Primarch takes great pride in this and has made a habit of cooking his own meals, originally to avoid poisoning attempts on Salott but now for his own amusement. Rumors has it that he is current complling a master cookbook that he plans on releasing.

Reckless Luck – Things that seem impossible some how work when Demervan is around. More than once, his hair brained ideas should have gotten him killed and yet he walks on. It seems that this manifests as him being able to survive increasingly harrowing situations. Yet rumors remain that the One Eyed Wolf’s luck will run out and even darker rumors suggest that Demervan himself knows this and is looking for a way to avoid it.

Wargear:

King's Tribute – A massive single edged power sword whose handguard can fold down to be gripped with two hands, it is said that Demervan forged this blade by melting down the crowns and jewelry of the Salott nobility and then had it upgraded and refined by the Adepts of Mars. The design of its hand grip allows for Demervan to pull off some fairly creative maneuvers and strokes with it.

Chainbreaker – A modified Meltagun that has two modes, a long range single shot or a shotgun-like spray that can clear out an entire room in seconds. And also probably slag the room. Demervan enjoys using it in combination with his blade for close combat, blowing holes in his enemies with it at point blank. Hilariously, Demervan has learned how to cook with such a weapon as a heat source.

Illya's Last Gift – A trinket from Demervan's first and only lover, it has little actual power but tremendous sentimental value as it contains a fairly advanced piece of technology. Demervan can be seen looking over it, flipping through holographic memories of her while listening to her favorite music box pieces. Some theorize that this trinket might actually what be giving Demervan his famous luck.

The 21 Banners

LEGION NAME: The 21 Banners (formerly Storm Guard)
LEGION NUMBER: XX
LEGION ORGANIZATION:
The Legion is organized into 21 "Banners", each of about 5000 marines for a total active fighting force of 105,000 marines and around about one million normal humans serving in the Free Companies that follow the 21 Banners. Each Banner is also sometimes called a "Family" who is led by a Don and is broken up into Syndicate of 1000 marines. Each Syndicate within the same Banner tends to follow a theme, be it color, animal, weapons, etc. Dons have a great deal of power over their Banners as most of the heavier equipment in the 21 Banners is put in the Banner level and assigned as needed to the Syndicates and Squads.

The inner circle of the 21 Banners is the Koza Nosra, an advisory council comprised of Dons handpicked by Demervan.

ARMOR APPEARANCE:


WARCRY:
"Do your worse!"
"Don't even try!"
"Watch us/me now!"

ROLE/SPECIALTY:
The 21 Banners is a fast attack and orbital shock legion, specializing in rapid assaults on ground or drop pod assaults from orbit. Favoring a slight lean towards melee and close combat, they also make use of various forms of psychological warfare and combat stims. Their psychological combat can range from sowing doubts or enticing enemies to straight up using terror and torture to terrify them. The wide variety of combat stims and “battle brews” the legion creates have also become a specialty and have become so renowned that the apothecaries are instead known as Alchemists.

HONOR GUARD:
The Legion’s Honor Guard is called the Golden Guard Oathsworn who wear very distinctive armor and typically are armed with a variant of the Reaper Autocannon known as the Blitzer Autocannon or the “Salottic Typewriter”.


IMPORTANT PEOPLE:

The Koza Nosra

Machio Tsovang
Don of the 4th Banner and also High Alchemist, he has the moniker of "He who Rusts Blades" on the account of his incredible durability. Legend says that the only time he's actually felt pain was when a building was dropped on him with him in it. He has a calm and steady demeanor and is slow to anger.

Juji Seventar
Don of the 7th Banner and possessing the moniker of "Serpent Breaker", he is extremely ambitious but also extremely honest; he is very frank and open with his power moves. This has actually gained him a level of reliability within the legion as one can usually guess how he will act without too much trouble and also what he'll probably say.

Lorento Karja
Don of the 16th Banner and known as "Master of Northern Stars", he is the greatest duelist within the legion and is eager to get into battle, always found on the first drop pod down. He's frighteningly adept at psychological warfare and most of his trophies are actually things he's taken from defeated foes.

Hanabe Forgio
Don of the 11th Banner and famous as "He who Chains Mountains", his tactical mind is unparalleled with only Demervan being able to regularly best him. His most famous achievement was when he had brought a hostile world to compliance with only a dozen marines, having fought incredibly lopsided battles all the way through. Good friends with Machio Tsovang.

Piraza Langui
Champion of the 21 Banners, Demervan himself gave him the title of "Sword Eater" after a notable instance where he broke an opponent's blade with his teeth. His dual blades technique and acrobatic fighting style was honed in zero g through long hours of practice. Has a fairly intense rivalry with Lorento Karja.

LEGION CHARACTER:

The 21 Banners takes heavily after its criminal roots on Salott in obvious and subtle ways. Most obviously is their much more lax discipline on the surface compared to their sibling legions and their individualism. Almost all of the legionaries have some form of self-stylization or personalization through paint, marks or trinkets.

Despite their fairly verbose and boastful nature, they are actually a pretty insular Legion, seeing themselves all as "honored family" and trying to get any information about them is extremely difficult without concerted effort. They take the maxim "honor among thieves" extremely seriously; while they open admit that they are black sheep, they aren't snakes.

To many of the poor, downtrodden and outright outcasted criminal elements, the 21 Banners is something akin to a patron saint. Wherever they go, they find no shortage of people wishing to join their free companies or even try to become a marine themselves.

RELATIONS

Stemming from their own history, it comes as no surprise that much of the Imperial Authority does not approve of Demervan and his Legion. The man swings around his primarch authority willy nilly with only the faintest of regards for protocol. Orders not from his siblings or the Emperor are taken as suggestions and the Kerberos King doesn't even hide his disdain for the upper class of aristocrats and noble elites. Much of what he does appears to be entirely dependent according to his mood if you listen to the bureaucrats and generals.

To those lower on the social ladder, Demervan is considered "one of their own" with his legion preferring to mix with the troopers and the gangers than the officers and politicians. He is seen as a sort of beacon of hope, an affirmation of their life style yet also having the chance to get out of it with the Free Companies who are often less rigid than the various Imperial Army units. Where ever the 21 Banners go, the stock rooms seem to be a bit lighter and causality lists are a bit longer, not because of additional deaths but because officers can no longer find their soldiers as the Free Companies welcome some new, entirely unrelated members.

Spirit Wielders!

Medium: Solomon

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Solomon Saddler

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Name: Solomon Saddler

Age: 18

Normal Appearance:

A man with a permanent scowl on his face, his stern visage is a sign to others to give him a wide berth. Under his tall frame, he holds a lot of seething anger and pent up rage and can literally stare people down given his 6"4' height. All over his body is a dozen burns and scars, each with a story of their own.

Medium Appearance:

"Battle Dress"

Solomon’s transformed state grants him a type of light armor that show off his muscles and a sealed helmet with red-tinted lenses which also comes with a voice amplifier. His gauntlet are like bear clawed fist, designed to maximize his Raging Strike. It comes without saying that the entire suit is fire proof and highly resistant to extreme heat. Wherever he walks, he leaves a trail of ash and embers floating in the air. An onlooker can discern roughly how enraged Solomon is as the angrier he gets, the more a magma-like fractal pattern is visible all over his armor, not unlike Ozai.

Personality:

Solomon has unfortunately become the thing he hates most; someone who embodies the insane demands of his parents yet is never enough. He has only respect for strength with no time for weakness or cowardice. He is a man of few words but great ambition and even greater rage hiding under the surface. Merciless, ruthless and petty, he holds a grudge very easily and will go to great lengths to right any slights or opposition against him. Whether they are legitimate or something Solomon made up is always a debate that he doesn’t care about. Never given a chance to process his thoughts, he unleashes it against a world that in his eyes, has caused him so much pain and suffering.

Although many compare him to a dog or raging bull, Solomon still holds to a strict set of codes he stubbornly refuses to break.

• Never stop improving: Becoming complacent is the root of weakness, there is always something more.
• Never prey on easy targets: While he despises the weak, he despises people who only target the weak since they’re easy pray and refuse to challenge themselves.
• Never break an oath: For all the things Solomon has done, he has a surprisingly strong track record of not lying or breaking a promise out of a sense of honor he loosely hold himself too
• Never respect those who do not earn it: There are few people who Solomon hold in high regard and even fewer he has respect although he will always respect people who are willing to face him.
• Never just pray for something: Perhaps one of the most infuriating things are the weaklings who pray, hope and beg for something better; the world is driven by actions, not words.

Background:
Solomon was born into a world that knew only one word: Strength. Strength of body and strength of mind were the only thing that mattered to his family. The strong are the only ones who could survive in the real world they told him, weakness would only lead to failure. From youth, this was all that was drilled into his head, his parents setting ever higher bars in which they demanded him to reach. He had to be the best of everything or he’d be weak; any slacking in school was met with punishment, any slowing in athletics was grounds for reprimand, and any talking back was met with discipline.

He tried everything he could, sleeping for only 4 hours a night, feverishly cramming for tests and pulling through the physical tests his father made him do like a desperate animal. Solomon was at the top of his school’s honor roll and set records on every front. He even won trophies for sports that were taken away the second he returned home lest he “grow complacent”. “Man up” he was told, “Don’t be a coward”. Even beyond his best, Solomon wasn’t good enough.

All of it, the years of punishment, the stress of being strong, the endless demands that could never be satisfied would be capped off by a single sentence, “If you are this weak, how could you be our son?” Solomon finally broke, but his parents refused to let him even shed tears and locked him in a closet, a common punishment.

In that small, cramped darkness, a voice whispered to Solomon. It promised strength, it promised ability, it promised respect, it promised a way to use his deep-seated hatred and it promised Solomon he would get the thing he always wanted from his parents: a smile. And so, Solomon signed a contract with Ozai, the Marching Fire.

When he smashed his way through the door and confronted his parents, he thought they’d be proud of how he now achieved another level of strength entirely, but was shot down. They arrogantly defamed Solomon for using a “cheating coward’s way out” and how this was a new low for him. Letting his rage take him over, Solomon destroyed the entire house and its foundations in a berserker fury, stopping only because he passed out and his mother called the police to take him in.

When he awoke at the station, instead of police officers, a Medium approached him and offered him a deal, and knew exactly what buttons to press. If he joined his little group Solomon would be able to prove his strength, to get even stronger and be respected. With nothing to loose and no home to go back to, Solomon agreed. And so he became part of PHANTOM where he did indeed do all three but most importantly, he got praise. And so he stayed, an ever loyal, ever vengeful, ever enraged blood hound of PHANTOM.

Spirit: Ozai, the Marching Fire

Name: Ozai, the Marching Fire

Classification: Elemental

Appearance:

Ozai

Ozai resembles a flayed man whose been badly burnt. His skin is charcoal black with orange, lava-like cracks and fractals. He trails ash and embers wherever he walks

Personality:
Ozai is best described as "affably evil" and like Solomon, is unrepentant about his actions. Unlike his host who only experiences about 1/8th of the emotional spectrum, Ozai enjoys cracking jokes, being a sarcastic prick and really playing into the evilness to a degree that borders hamminess and scenery munching. He revels violence and isn't all that picky of where it comes from. He's more than happy to listen to Solomon whose given him a fairly constant stream of entertainment.

Sealed:
Ozai is sealed in a small obsidian trinket, carved in the visage of an ancient war god, worn as a necklace. Solomon often rips the necklace off and crushes it in his hand when channeling for dramatic flare. Ozai, while more than capable of restoring the trinket to its original state, really hates it when Solomon does this.

Abilities:
Through Ozai, Solomon uses extreme emotions as raw fuel for his ability, which is often rage as it’s the easiest for Solomon to tap into. At a base level, this augments Solomon’s already formidable strength and durability, effectively meaning that he can fight longer and therefor build up more emotion for additional power. Solomon is also able to channel his power into his own body, allowing him to set his fists on fire and cause small “explosions” in a small radius around his body. This is what is behind his signature “Raging Strike”; right after his punch or kick connects, he summons up a percussive explosion to add even more force into his strike.

Spirit Charge: Fury Unleashed
Fury Unleashed is Solomon’s Spirit Charge. While he can technically do limited pyrokinesis from his abilities, he can’t control all that well. It is a pillar of flames that originates from Solomon which shoots into the sky, then slams into a target that Solomon can see or knows the location of. It requires continuous channeling before the pillar reaches full power in which case it can move around a great deal as Solomon struggles to keep it on target.

Limitations:
His rage however, eats away at him while being channeled; a trade of his own health and life force in exchange for devastating blows. Even without using Raging Strike, he is more than capable of beating the daylights out of anyone by anger alone, but so far it hasn’t killed him yet. The furthest he can push himself is to about twice his regular strength and going to that cap already weakens him considerably, slowing him down by a wide margin.

Clock's Clockery of Clockage for Clocky CS's

Medium: Edgy Fireboi

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Solomon Saddler

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Name: Solomon Saddler

Age: 18

Normal Appearance:

A man with a permanent scowl on his face, his stern visage is a sign to others to give him a wide berth. Under his tall frame, he holds a lot of seething anger and pent up rage and can literally stare people down given his 6"4' height. All over his body is a dozen burns and scars, each with a story of their own.

Medium Appearance:

"Battle Dress"

Solomon’s transformed state grants him a type of light armor that show off his muscles and a sealed helmet with red-tinted lenses which also comes with a voice amplifier. His gauntlet are like bear clawed fist, designed to maximize his Raging Strike. It comes without saying that the entire suit is fire proof and highly resistant to extreme heat. Wherever he walks, he leaves a trail of ash and embers floating in the air. An onlooker can discern roughly how enraged Solomon is as the angrier he gets, the more a magma-like fractal pattern is visible all over his armor, not unlike Ozai.

Personality:

Solomon has unfortunately become the thing he hates most; someone who embodies the insane demands of his parents yet is never enough. He has only respect for strength with no time for weakness or cowardice. He is a man of few words but great ambition and even greater rage hiding under the surface. Merciless, ruthless and petty, he holds a grudge very easily and will go to great lengths to right any slights or opposition against him. Whether they are legitimate or something Solomon made up is always a debate that he doesn’t care about. Never given a chance to process his thoughts, he unleashes it against a world that in his eyes, has caused him so much pain and suffering.

Although many compare him to a dog or raging bull, Solomon still holds to a strict set of codes he stubbornly refuses to break.

• Never stop improving: Becoming complacent is the root of weakness, there is always something more.
• Never prey on easy targets: While he despises the weak, he despises people who only target the weak since they’re easy pray and refuse to challenge themselves.
• Never break an oath: For all the things Solomon has done, he has a surprisingly strong track record of not lying or breaking a promise out of a sense of honor he loosely hold himself too
• Never respect those who do not earn it: There are few people who Solomon hold in high regard and even fewer he has respect although he will always respect people who are willing to face him.
• Never just pray for something: Perhaps one of the most infuriating things are the weaklings who pray, hope and beg for something better; the world is driven by actions, not words.

Background:
Solomon was born into a world that knew only one word: Strength. Strength of body and strength of mind were the only thing that mattered to his family. The strong are the only ones who could survive in the real world they told him, weakness would only lead to failure. From youth, this was all that was drilled into his head, his parents setting ever higher bars in which they demanded him to reach. He had to be the best of everything or he’d be weak; any slacking in school was met with punishment, any slowing in athletics was grounds for reprimand, and any talking back was met with discipline.

He tried everything he could, sleeping for only 4 hours a night, feverishly cramming for tests and pulling through the physical tests his father made him do like a desperate animal. Solomon was at the top of his school’s honor roll and set records on every front. He even won trophies for sports that were taken away the second he returned home lest he “grow complacent”. “Man up” he was told, “Don’t be a coward”. Even beyond his best, Solomon wasn’t good enough.

All of it, the years of punishment, the stress of being strong, the endless demands that could never be satisfied would be capped off by a single sentence, “If you are this weak, how could you be our son?” Solomon finally broke, but his parents refused to let him even shed tears and locked him in a closet, a common punishment.

In that small, cramped darkness, a voice whispered to Solomon. It promised strength, it promised ability, it promised respect, it promised a way to use his deep-seated hatred and it promised Solomon he would get the thing he always wanted from his parents: a smile. And so, Solomon signed a contract with Ozai, the Marching Fire.

When he smashed his way through the door and confronted his parents, he thought they’d be proud of how he now achieved another level of strength entirely, but was shot down. They arrogantly defamed Solomon for using a “cheating coward’s way out” and how this was a new low for him. Letting his rage take him over, Solomon destroyed the entire house and its foundations in a berserker fury, stopping only because he passed out and his mother called the police to take him in.

When he awoke at the station, instead of police officers, a Medium approached him and offered him a deal, and knew exactly what buttons to press. If he joined his little group Solomon would be able to prove his strength, to get even stronger and be respected. With nothing to loose and no home to go back to, Solomon agreed. And so he became part of PHANTOM where he did indeed do all three but most importantly, he got praise. And so he stayed, an ever loyal, ever vengeful, ever enraged blood hound of PHANTOM.

Spirit: Angry Cursed Fire Demon

Name: Ozai, the Marching Fire

Classification: Elemental

Appearance:

Ozai

Ozai resembles a flayed man whose been badly burnt. His skin is charcoal black with orange, lava-like cracks and fractals. He trails ash and embers wherever he walks

Personality:
Ozai is best described as "affably evil" and like Solomon, is unrepentant about his actions. Unlike his host who only experiences about 1/8th of the emotional spectrum, Ozai enjoys cracking jokes, being a sarcastic prick and really playing into the evilness to a degree that borders hamminess and scenery munching. He revels violence and isn't all that picky of where it comes from. He's more than happy to listen to Solomon whose given him a fairly constant stream of entertainment.

Sealed:
Ozai is sealed in a small obsidian trinket, carved in the visage of an ancient war god, worn as a necklace. Solomon often rips the necklace off and crushes it in his hand when channeling for dramatic flare. Ozai, while more than capable of restoring the trinket to its original state, really hates it when Solomon does this.

Abilities:
Through Ozai, Solomon uses extreme emotions as raw fuel for his ability, which is often rage as it’s the easiest for Solomon to tap into. At a base level, this augments Solomon’s already formidable strength and durability, effectively meaning that he can fight longer and therefor build up more emotion for additional power. Solomon is also able to channel his power into his own body, allowing him to set his fists on fire and cause small “explosions” in a small radius around his body. This is what is behind his signature “Raging Strike”; right after his punch or kick connects, he summons up a percussive explosion to add even more force into his strike.

Spirit Charge: Fury Unleashed
Fury Unleashed is Solomon’s Spirit Charge. While he can technically do limited pyrokinesis from his abilities, he can’t control all that well. It is a pillar of flames that originates from Solomon which shoots into the sky, then slams into a target that Solomon can see or knows the location of. It requires continuous channeling before the pillar reaches full power in which case it can move around a great deal as Solomon struggles to keep it on target.

Limitations:
His rage however, eats away at him while being channeled; a trade of his own health and life force in exchange for devastating blows. Even without using Raging Strike, he is more than capable of beating the daylights out of anyone by anger alone, but so far it hasn’t killed him yet. The furthest he can push himself is to about twice his regular strength and going to that cap already weakens him considerably, slowing him down by a wide margin.

Spirit Wielders! (A roleplay where you sell your soul for powers.)

@dragonmancer Hey I think your discord link expired. Also I have an idea for a character I'd like to run by you

When Royalty Collides

Ｒａｉｄｅｎ　Ｚｈｅｎｇ　＆　Ｂｅａｔｒｉｃｅ

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Finishing his greetings with the royal hosts, concluding with a short, polite bow. Without much direction, he let himself calmly meander through the great halls but he didn’t let himself relax too much. A dozen things were racing through his mind at any given time, seeing how the air vents could use fixing, how the chandelier could “accidentally” drop on someone by their chains, how many roof tops could a gunman trace a line through a window, and how stunning that painting was over there.

Marching over in his shiny boots, he looked at the painting. A Field of Flowers by Edward Jorenns, a beautiful piece portraying a woman, her white dress and sun hat blowing in the wind, atop a hill of flowers from a dutch angle. Zheng remembered hearing about this piece, mostly because one of his college friends wouldn’t shut up about how much he wanted to buy it at an auction or something. He’d always thought the whole idea of auction to be foolish, but now looking at the piece up close, Zheng could start to see why people put so much value on art like this.

From down the hall, his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of a pair of people walking down, one Beatrice Mei Koing and one Raiden Zhao. Putting on his best smile and straightening his military jacket, he did his best nonchalant walk over and tipped his hat when Beatrice finally noticed him approaching.

“Princess Beatrice, an honor to see you here. I do hope that Königreich der Welten and its queen are doing well.” Zheng bowed slightly as he approached closer. He noted the slight way Beatrice looked uneasy at this whole thing, even though she was doing a wonderful job hiding it while introducing him to Raiden. Zheng just stood by until Beatrice was finished before offering a handshake to Raiden, “The illustrious Zhao Raiden... I am honored to finally meet you in person. I have heard many wonderful things about you and your pet rabbit.”

"Ah yes, I think at this point, my rabbit is a lot more famous than me. Everyone seems to know him so well." Raiden met the man's hand and shook it firmly. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Prince Zheng." He had heard a few things about the Prince and how he had gotten the title, which only made him respect the man even more. "I admire what you have done for Liang so far- I only hope to have as much dedication as you have for your country."

Beatrice kept her expression arranged in one of mild, and polite, interest. It was….pretty fucking ironic, really, that Raiden and Zheng were standing there talking to each other as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

She laughed softly at Raiden’s comment about his rabbit being more famous than he was. “Well, Tao is quite charming,” she pointed out lightly, smiling at the two of them. “Anybody who tries to claim otherwise is wrong.”

Zheng simply chuckled as Raiden finished his firm handshake, returning his own hands behind his back and smiling hearing the prince’s admiration, “It is good to hear such words Prince Raiden, thank you for your kindness. What I do for Liang is for its protection, and I know its heavy price.” Zheng flexed his prosthetic hand open and closed next to his side while looking down at it before shooting a look at Beatrice, he wondered if she even knew about the circumstances around his little robotic arm.

Taking a deep sigh and nodding towards one of the many food tables, Zheng shifted his feet and pointed towards one that had a trio of small pyramids of crackers, cheeses, pickled vegetables and spreads, “Hors d'oeuvres? It is one things I am personally looking forward to is the food here. Unlike you Prince Raiden, I am not fortunate enough to have brought along a fair princess to dance with.”

Raiden gave Zheng a nod. "We must do what we can for our countries and the people. It's a burden we all bare here, but I wouldn't have it any other way." He wasn't a stranger to sacrificing personal life for the crown and the people. Raiden had only gone along with his betrothal with Beatrice this long to find a way to be selfish in the safest way possible and dissolve it when he knew the consequences would be minimal. Though, he really admired Zheng for what he had given up for Liang.

"I'm not much of a dancer," Raiden smiled at Beatrice, "I hope you can give Prince Zheng a chance to dance, perhaps? I'm afraid my feet don't know right from left when I'm on a dance floor." It was a lie, of course, but Raiden didn't do much dancing anyway. He knew how to dance perfectly, but one thing was dancing in a club, and the other was waltzing in a ballroom. It would also be the perfect opportunity to sneak to Henri and finally talk to the man.

Beatrice caught Zheng’s sidelong glance, and duly ignored it, because what the hell was she supposed to say in front of all these people? Oh, sorry my dad’s a dickhead, but no worries because my mom and great-uncle are going to put you onto the throne and then we can somehow get my dad to stop trying to annex Liang????

She did, however, let her smile turn slightly sympathetic as she glanced over in his direction and murmured her agreement to what both of them said about doing what they must for their countries. “I would love hors d’oeuvres, and whatever else they have,” Beatrice admitted, smiling again. She was slightly taken aback by Raiden’s suggestion that she and Zheng dance (it seemed - improper, perhaps?), but...maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea, if the music was loud enough to obscure whatever conversation that they may have.

“I would be happy to dance with either of you,” said Beatrice, laughing softly. “Provided that we find some snacks first, of course.”

With a smile and a nod, Zheng lead the trio further into the ballroom towards white draped tables with silver platters, stacked high with refreshments and delicacies; he presumed the full meals would be served later once everyone had been settled int. With a plate in one hand, Zheng gracefully pluck various selections of cheese and meats onto his plate with tongs.

Raiden let Beatrice stand in front of him. "I think I will pass the snacks," He eyed the various meats, cheese, and fruits on the table, but nothing seemed appetising to him., Instead, he waved down a passing server and asked for some whiskey on the rocks. Raiden knew his stomach wouldn't do good with food now, and alcohol was the only thing that would calm his nerves for now. After receiving his drink and thanking the server, he made his way back to Beatrice and Zheng.

"Are we all set, then?" Raiden glanced between Beatrice and Zheng, a natural smile playing on his lips.

Beatrice followed along as Zheng made his way towards the food, aware of Raiden walking beside her the entire time. When they arrived at one of the tables, Zheng grabbed some snacks, and Raiden went for another drink.

Beatrice decided to opt for snacks, as well, figuring that a bit of fruit couldn’t hurt. “Oh dear, it looks like I’m so boring that Prince Raiden can’t wait to be rid of me,” Beatrice answered, her soft smile making it abundantly clear that her words were nothing more than a light-hearted joke.

“I think we’re set, if you also agree, Prince Zheng.”

Raiden glanced over at Zheng then at his betrothed, wondering is they had met before the ball. While it wouldn't be unusual, he did find it interesting. It would be a good opportunity to excuse himself while both of them talked and snacked. "I will have to apologize since I have to excuse myself." Raiden looked at Beatrice. "I have a few things to do before we go back to introductions," he turned to Zheng, "please keep the princess some company. I'll try to be quick." He gave them both a curt bow before turning on his heels.

It only took him a few seconds to spot Gen and Henri walking around the dance floor, hand in hand. He couldn't wait for Henri to be alone, so he'd have to introduce himself to Gen before anything.

Eden(Small-scale Space NRP)

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PERSONAL LOG
CSECND C. JEKORVA
DATHU, NEW EDEN FED.

Today we have finally arrived on Dathon, homeworld of the Dathu species and member of the New Eden Federation. Despite a minor engine malfunction aboard the AMS Ravenspire, some well-placed donations ensured that we were always queued at the front of any Gate lines for FTL travel. We were greeted by one Mr. Yilam Ras, a Dathu working for the Federal Department of Commerce. As per usual, a dozen or so drones and reporters hounded us for pictures and questions, for use in serious new reports or over sensationalized tabloids I do not know nor particularly care.

We entered the Tatara Towers surrounded by our small army of clerks, advisors and lackies where we were treated a special meal at the penthouse offices before we were to move to the public conference rooms for negotiations. I must admit that while our accommodations aboard the AMS Ravenspire were certainly not lacking, I will never tire of sampling the best the galaxy has too offer. The meal consisted of a Dathon Horned Mugut Steak (a cattle-like creature with a set of four large horns on its head), a light spring salad of local water greens, a Gelberry Custard and Tommy Hawker’s Black Label Reserve Whiskey (courtesy of us of course). I joked that I would be willing to sell him everything I could in exchange for the recipe for that Gelberry Custard, Mr. Ras quipped back that it would take more than my own Stock Share in Atlas for it.

Upon finishing our meals and pleasantries, we moved to the grand conference room that had been all nicely set up with flowers and flags. And cameras. Lots and lots of cameras. Every day I feel glad I paid for those public speaking courses at the academy. Our talks, as largely ceremonial as they were as most of the terms had been agreed upon earlier, where still quite conductive and interesting. In the end, we agreed upon the following conditions:

• The Atlas Corporation is to finance and deliver materials needed for the construction, expansion and development of the city of Jadara on Dathu until the completion of all major points as listed in the Jadara Development Charter.
• The Atlas Corporation will provide up to 6 full mercenary divisions under exclusive long-term contracts for use by the Federation of New Eden who may use them at their discretion so long as it does not violate the Atlas PMC Terms of Service or the Atlas Mercenary Usage Contracts. These mercenaries will be paid for in full by the Federation for the length of their service.
• The Atlas Corporation will be given preferential treatment for advertising within the Dathu system as well as the ability to operate recruitment and mercenary enlistment centers for recruitment of individuals into the Atlas Security Divisions

To conclude I do believe that these terms shall satisfy my superiors and increase our revenue flows for the foreseeable futures. Predictions will have to be adjusted accordingly, should all go well I may expect an increase of my Stock Share. I must retire now to my mistress for the night.

- Chief Senior Extraterrestrial Commerce Negotiation Director Charleston Jekorva

When Royalty Collides

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^{_{I wrote this at like 2am in a weird headspace I'm so sorry if I messed something up or this whole post came off wrong @_@}}

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Unlike many of the other nobles and gentry, Zheng wasn't exactly at for wine and crackers. He had no lady waiting on him and that was okay, since he had a nation waiting on him instead. The weddings and the betrothals and the endless amounts cake would have annoyed the man on any normal day, never mind the super charged royal egos that would be behind it all. Officially, he was here as Liang's delegation and representative to such a major event that would surely draw the eyes of the world over; hearts and mind, publicity and good intentions, Zheng knew this song and dance well enough by this point that he no longer grumbled about to it who ever gave him an ear. In reality, he was here as part some greater scheme for the Emperor, although he'd be lying if he said he wasn't hoping for good cake either. He knew that his presence here wasn't exactly the stealthiest, he had already been given a very romantic death threat by Black Lily wishing him both a brutal, public death and to have a fun time, so he might as well try to enjoy himself.

"Sir, we are arriving at our destination. I would recommend final preparations." Zheng was brought back into reality by his driver, waiting for the numerous cars ahead of them to pass. It was all there, the glitz, the glam, the show, the lights, photographers and tabloid journalists were obsessing over every royal who walked by. A dozen cameras flashed and a hundred more cell phones went off as all of these well known princes and princesses walked down the red carpet in their dresses and suits. Putting on his white gloves and adjusting his cap, Zheng confidently opened the door of his car without waiting for a servant or driver to open it for him. With his back out straight, he marched down the aisle in his fresh Liang army dress uniform, both hands behind his back and chin up to project confidence and to hide his prosthetic arm.

There was actually a moment of confusion among the crowd as Zheng was not a very well known royal, even in Liang. There were at least half a dozen other Liang nobility who could count their social media followers well into the millions, but instead the only one of them here was a young man who looked more than little out of place. A few cameras eventually decided to start taking pictures again, if not for the fact that this oddity might make a decent clickbait article somewhere. "Mysterious prince from Liang!", "Guess who this man is and win a prize!", Zheng had tried his best not to be in any sort of spotlight but to be honest, some part of him enjoyed being the center of attention without exactly having to worry too much about it.

With precisely order strides, he marched his way up to the entrance where the royal family were greeting guests and gave a short bow before extending a hand to them collectively, "His Majesty the King, Her Majesty the Queen, Her Royal Highness, and Princess of Aciras," Zheng turned to each of them while putting on his best fake smile and most welcoming expression, "Thank you for hosting this event. I am Prince Zheng Hu of Liang; on behalf of the Emperor Ming of Liang, I am honored to be here."

Eden(Small-scale Space NRP)

Mostly done, just need fluffing out.

Atlas Corporate Republic

A video to give an idea of what they want to be seen as in terms of PR (start at 42 seconds in)

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𝘼𝙩𝙡𝙖𝙨 𝘾𝙤𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙍𝙚𝙥𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙘

"𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘢𝘺 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥"

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♦️ 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭
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Government

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The ACR holds on to the vestiges of democracy, blending the remains of the Apavock Republic with corporate management to from something fairly unique. Everyone employed by Atlas (read: basically everyone) is given a share of the company and although small, means they are entitled to Promotion Elections. These elections are the process which a workplace votes in their new managers (with final approval coming from even hire up) and are staggered to make sure that they don't happen all at the same time, breaking the system. These elections are as much about skill and leadership as they are about popularity and intrigue, especially once you get to the higher ranks.

After being elected, each supervisor gets the right to vote for a manager, who then can vote for a branch manager and upwards. Generally speaking, the higher one wishes the climb, the more stock in the company they must have. Stock can be bought using money and can be considered a safe investment but it is still very expensive. High level offices are effectively gated by these stock requirements, officially to make sure that "those charged with the responsibility have shown enough aptitude and commitment as required", but in reality is to prevent someone from rapidly climbing the ladder without paying their dues.

At the very top is the Board of Directors, with each Director overseeing a major Subsidiary Group (basically Department or Ministry) who elect a CEO from among their ranks. They too also technically started at the bottom once; its just so happens that they got a head start from daddy, knew the right people and greased the right palms. Of course, they still preach "lifting yourself with your bootstraps" capitalism to those who didn't have a silver spoon to solidify their power while pushing the idea that the ACR is the true successor of the Apavock Republic. The Board has learned enough from their experiences that they cannot use the same business-like mindset for running an actual government and have become willing to accept things which do not promise a return on a investment.

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♦️ 𝐅𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭
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Economy

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Although the Atlas Corporation has a number of holdings, subsidiaries and partnered companies that all produce a number of goods and offer a number of services for both domestic and foreign consumption and trade, there are three main components which form the pillar of their economy. In addition, Atlas serves as a hub of transportation between the Core and the Frontier, offering rest, relaxation and resupply to vessels going both ways.

Asteroid Mining & Rare Minerals:

Being located on the Mid Rim and Frontier, as well as having a number of large, mineral rich asteroid belts in their systems have proven to have been quite the windfall, even during the Apavock Republic. Everything from common iron to expensive gold to even more esoteric ores can be found in the domain of Atlas. They also have a number of dedicated foundries on planets and in space stations who refine and create alloys although the lion share of the output is reserved for domestic usage. Much of these raw minerals, smelted metals and refined alloys are sold to nearby systems for the creation of everything from star ships to consumer electronics.

Most interestingly though, has been the discovery of a breed of rust-colored algae who devour industrial waste and a special nutrient synthesis (a closely guarded secret) and secret a byproduct that can be used in the creation of stronger alloys. This "Algaeic Alloy" is not listed for sale by any official Atlas outlets, but smugglers have managed to get samples past Atlas Security forces for other empires to experiment with.

Mercenary Guards & Frontier Escort:

Located between what is affectionately known as "Civilized Space" and "the Wildlands", the ACR is no stranger to the dangers of the frontier. Indeed, it was regular pirate raids that forced the Apavock Republic to become so militarized and nationalistic and even before the Atlas Initiative, a number of interstellar companies had lobbied for the right to arm their convoys and ships for protection. Although pirate activities have lessened in recent times, there is still plenty of dangers out there but Atlas promises to keep anyone who pays safe. Outside of just protecting settlers, prospectors and travelers, Atlas PMCs have been seen guarding compounds, extracting VIPs, putting down rebellions, and protecting delegations. In more recent years however, they've become more reluctant in hiring their PMCs for more offensive jobs out of fear that PMCs might be forced to turn their guns on each other and of any PR scandals their mercenaries might be a part of.

Higher Education & Research Centers:

Although not nearly as prestigious, rigorous or elite as those found in the CCN, Atlas hosts a number of colleges, academies and universities for those seeking higher education and learning, for a... modest fee. True that the requirements for enrollment are far less strict and binding than that of the CCN's universities on in the Core Worlds and at first glance also appear to be much cheaper, if one was to properly do the math, they will find that Atlas as expertly figured out how to nickle and dime these students for as much as they can and how to sell the most amount of stuff to them all without letting them feel the true financial brunt. Indeed the fact that Atlas offers many work-study and part time job listings helps offset these monetary requirements.

Beyond that, Atlas proudly claims the title of the best equipped and financed research centers, engineering foundries and physics laboratories in the Mid Rim. As with much of their expat population, they attract a number of learned individuals who seek a work place with more lax restrictions and facilities able to match their ambitions. There is a reason why Atlas doesn't insure its research labs anymore unless they have proven to be stable both financially and structurally.

Media Production Megaplexes and Entertainment

Atlas are masters of media and have massive town-sized complexes dedicated to media production. They possess the ability to make movies and shows from planning to production to postproduction to advertising to exhibition. Many of the top rated and most popular shows, both live action and animated, can find their roots in one of these Atlas Media Megaplexes like the hit medieval political fantasy “Kingmaker” and acclaimed crime thriller “Black Orchestra”.

In addition, they posses several “Adventureplexes”, travelling space stations that are like Disney Worlds in space. Each is themed around a different setting, providing a safe and entertaining (and corp approved) fun. Some of the larger ones are fixed in place while other can move around. There’s an equal mix of family-friend and adults only Megaplexes and surprisingly, they often have equal amounts of visitation. The most popular right now is the Frontier Adventure which is making tours around the Core and promises a “realistic and authentic Frontier experience”.

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♦️ 𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤
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Culture

In the domain of Atlas, its influence is constantly felt. Every aspect is permeated by a constant barrage of Atlas products and PR and for as heavy handed as they can be, they're also sometimes completely absent. Strict building codes means that everything has to be "up to Atlas's high standards", yet they leave the day to day running and maintenance (or lack thereof) to landlords. A constantly updated algorithm acts as a firewall to ensure that nothing "harmful and malicious to the well being of Atlas employees" reaches the masses, yet any site with a certificate of operation is given complete free reign to do as they wish with minimal oversight.

Stock Shares
Citizens of Atlas are called “Employees” (underaged minors are called “Interns”) and as is company policy, all Employees are entitled to a Stock Share in the company. Although comparatively tiny (think 0.0001% levels), this is used as a person’s paycheck given and also as defacto identification. Much of society is revolved around increasing one’s own Stock Share and there for one’s own wealth and status. People who do not have any Stock Shares are effectively condemned as they cannot gain money through normal, legal means and is effectively a death sentience. Interns are not paid their Stock Shares until they come of age and legally become Employees.

Freelancers
Somewhere between private mercenary, adventurer and glorified unemployment, Freelancers are people who are not employed by a company yet are not part of any major criminal elements. Although the most common types of Freelancers are those involved with being hired guns or private eyes, the term Freelancer can mean any number of professions in which the person isn’t necessarily tied down to a larger company. These include private chiefs, personal drivers, maintenance crews. Freelancers are bound to the Atlas Freelancer Development Program which serve as a sort of central hub that keeps records, gives missions and delivers rewards. Official stances on Freelancer waxes and wanes depending on how much they’re needed.

Convenience and Efficiency
Perhaps one of the most controversial aspects of Atlas culture to outsiders, the corporation always keeps tabs and knows what its employees are doing or going on about. Although not so extensive as to be constantly monitoring them at all times, there is absolutely nothing that is kept private and with enough money and time, you can find out about anything about anyone. While many outsiders abhor this lack of privacy and personal freedoms, there is something to be said about how much life is personalized and streamlined for Atlas employees.
Everyone’s personal quarters are automatically updated to fit their mood and interests, smart advertising boards can insert (a slightly altered) image of the viewer on to itself, anything involving personal data or requires entry of personal data is done at speeds far faster than anywhere else in the galaxy that values personal privacy. To Atlas, the fact that they can automatically have their favorite foods ordered by their personal AI or know that they will always be able to get their personalized medicines at any pharmacy is worth letting the Corp know what they watch late at night and what their passwords are.

Subliminal Messaging and Influencing
Through its mastery of media, Atlas higher ups have become extremely effective at mass manipulations. From birth, all Atlas children are effectively made more suggestible by linking certain emotions and feelings to words and phrases. For example, “discount” is taught to be linked to happiness, excitement and general goodness. Pirates is basically a heinous lay word of criminal, villain and general bad person. As such, an astute outside may realize how much of Atlas’s internal advertising and propaganda has several words that are very common and repeated. Societal shaping and shifting has been perfected to a well guarded science that even outsiders have been known to fall victim to it.

Stereotypes
To those who view Atlas favorably, their typical image of an Atlas Employee and an Atlas Executive are considered high praise. Eddy Employee is seen as hard working, efficient, dedicated to their job and frugal, able to balance their finances well. Matthew Manager is seen as a charming, quippy man with a plan with a vision for the future, the ambition to drive him and the go-getting attitude to see it through all while charging a fair price to people who want to use it. They are paragons of do-it-yourself spirit, company loyalty and models of savvy businessmen and shrewd workers

To those who see Atlas negatively, its employees are easily controlled and greedy. Eddy Employee is seen as gullible, a blind sheep who follows money and orders without question, drones obsessed with consumerism and with a head filled with propaganda and commands by their higher ups. Matthew Manager is greed, opportunistic, untrustworthy and a con man who would happily sell a hundred of his lesser into slavery to make a quick buck; someone to be reviled and hated as the epitome of corporate greed and unethical capitalism. His underlings are mindless consumers and on par with robots in terms of their ability to think for themselves and readily give up their freedom for money or convenience.

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Planets and Systems

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Military/Civilian Assets

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Powered Exo Frames: Originally used just for mining and heavy industrial work, Individual Powered Exoskeleton Frames (IPEFs or just "Exos"/"Frames"/"Ipevies" for short) have become a common sight in the ACR. Almost all Employees wear one of some level of complexity and advancements. Many aspects of everyday life have become integrated with the Frames as seen by the fact that while most do not possess personal vehicles, a popular form of public transit is the "Lift Rails" which allow a user to be picked up by their Frames and travel between stations in urban areas. More advanced models require the installation of a Neural Network Ingratiation Port, but lower end models don't.

Multi Media Megastudios: Recently developed in Atlas's attempts to break out in the wider media industry, these MMM Studios are massive installations and centers that can be likened to entire towns dedicated to media production which can be specialized towards a genre.. A movie can be entirely created in ones of these MMM Studios needing only minimal outside help. Through the use of technology and advanced SFX, these studios can replicate huge, elaborate movie and TV sets from small cozy towns to massive open battlefields with thousands of soldiers. The critically acclaimed "Black Orchestra" and "Kingmaker" have been produced in these MMM Studios.

Smart AI Droids: Originally created to help with the massive calumniation for business transactions, projections and calculations, the development of AI has benefited greatly from Atlas's more relaxed regulations on research centers. Now they are used in many aspects of life from calculating FTL travel, to guiding military munitions, to helping predict the weather. Recently a push has been made to give these AIs more physical bodies and rumor has it that the next generation of "Synthetics" are soon to arrive. Within Atlas, AI are considered as alive as any organic being even if Rampancy means their lives are shorter than most.

Iron Bastion PD System: Perhaps the most famous of Atlas's military developments, the IBPDS is a system which combines target computers, advanced flak guns and electronic warfare to help sheild ships from both strike craft and space-born missiles and torpedoes, both of which are favorites of pirates. Atlas claims it to be the "best ship point defense system in the galaxy" and while it hasn't been put up against many other dedicated warships, its record against pirate fleets and raiders is very impressive, and profitable.

Type 80b Sublight Detection System: Another instrument created for anti-piracy duties, the Type 80b Harold-Yangamok Interstellar Sublight Signal Detection and Interdiction System, or simply the Type 80b Radar is Atlas's primary defense against cloaked pirate vessels laying in ambush. Like the Iron Bastion PDS, its worth against high end military stealth ships is dubious at best, Atlas ships have rarely fallen for invisible traps since its creation and mass installation.

Mass Conveyors: While its true that the Atlas Navy doesn't have many battleship-sized warships, it would be a mistake to claim that Atlas overall doesn't have many battleship-sized ships. Many of these larger models are officially known as "Mass Conveyors", huge vessels dedicated to mining, resource extraction, refinement, storage and production. They can easily be seen as factory ships it often being said that you can tell how much influence Atlas has in a system based on the number of Mass Conveyors there are.

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Ground Forces

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With its roots in business, Atlas technically does not have an army and instead has an "Asset Protection and Security Division". The APSD or simply "Atlas Security" is geared entire towards anti-piracy actions and trade protection. Recruits from within Atlas Space are given better pay and a promise of increased stock in the company in exchange for their service. However, Atlas also enjoys hiring soldiers from other nations, promising a generous rewards package, an ID scrub and a chance to start anew at Atlas. Much of their day to day operations however, is actually internal policing with the assistance of a dedicated Private Eye group.

Each Guard undergoes modest surgery to install a Neural Network Port, allowing them to wear the Exo Frames and Exo Armors that are standard issued to each Guard. They are designed to be approachable and friendly, part of an on going hearts and mind campaign to humanize the Guard so that common people can really trust them (and hopefully hire them). They are considered inferior to many other standing armies but collectively are used to combat and fairly experienced either because of an individual background or having to deal with regular pirate raids/PMC assignments. Much of their day to day weaponry is close quarters: TSS-5c "Automag" handguns, TSMP-22 "Blitzer" SMGs, and TSE-08 "Dinnerbell" Shotguns. Traditional assault rifles, heavy ordinance, snipers and other traditional military equipment is not commonly carried by Atlas Guards but are instead typically used by either Atlas PMCs or the Legion.

The Legion is the offensive arm to the APSD's typically defensive stance. They are assault shock marines, often tasked with raiding criminal compounds, boarding pirate vessels and storming raider lairs. Legionaries are given a much more intensive set of augmentations, enhancements and training to put them on par with the special forces of other empires. Equipped with heavier weapons and a full set of powered PALADIN War Plate which unlike traditional combat armor used by the Guards, completely obscures the person wearing it, they are brutally efficient at their jobs. A number of movies and games featuring them as the main character have seen critical and profitable success making their distinct armor and emblem well known across the galaxy.

Atlas PMCs form a core part of many Frontier expeditions and even Core World guards. They can be seen everywhere from patrolling Atlas branch offices, rescuing VIPs, delivering dangerous or sensitive materials, bolstering local law enforcement, protecting politicians and guarding convoys. Only APSD Guards are eligable to be hired at a variety of costs depending on whats needed with the Legion being exclusively for Atlas's personal use. In recent times, Atlas has become much more cautious as to who they hire their PMCs out to after several were found to be used as mercenaries in less than savory plots which costed Atlas some valuable PR.

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Atlas Legionary

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Naval Elements

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As shipping and transporting goods is a cornerstone of intergalactic business, the Atlas Mercantile Void Fleet (AMVF) is constantly at odds with the ASPD over resources and budget allocations. Like the ASPD, the AMVF is optimized against raiders and pirates meaning that what they lack in pure broadside and offensive weaponry, they make up for in some of the best point defense and star fighters. Atlas possesses few dedicated warships, many easily falling into the classification of "armed merchant vessels"

Atlas Ships feature less heavy firepower but have a number of drones, airwings and boarding parties at their disposal along with arguably one of the most sophisticated Point Defense systems. Atlas is willing to sell some models of unarmed vessels to civilians and their semi-private contractors; in the Frontier the Atlas logo and ships are a common sight in places of activity and interest.

Ship Manifest

QUICKSILVER-CLASS CLIPPER The smallest of these are the Clipper ships, nimble and used mostly for high speed delivery of VIPs, executives and other important personnel. The Quicksilver-class is meant more for civilian use, boasting one of the fastest sublight engines on the market that don't have a chance of exploding whenever you use them. It also has a fairly sophisticated array of scanners and signal jammers, nominally used as a scouting ship during raids but mostly so that anyone inside isn't hounded by paparazzi.

WEST WIND-CLASS CLIPPER The smallest of these are the Clipper ships, nimble and used mostly for high speed delivery of VIPs, executives and other important personnel. The West Wind was one of the designs produced during the Rylicade Reformations where many of the now famous "flying bricks" where created. Unlike the Quicksilver, the West Wind was created with security use in mind. It has much more customizable cargo and passenger space, making it able to be adapted to a number of different roles from transporting charity to delivering Legionaries to pirate bases.

MARATHON-CLASS CARRACKS Carracks are the most ubiquitous vessel of Atlas, flashing the stylized letter A logo and the Atlas promise of a new tomorrow of prosperity. Marathon-class Carracks are the most efficient yet least armed ships of the AMVF, only having high effective PD flak and barriers. Marathons however, are fairly heavily armed and some bold (or desperate) captains have been known to ram their ships into pirate vessels. Despite how common of this style of self sacrifice is glorified in holo-vids produced by Atlas, official doctrine heavily discourages this practice.

WOLF-CLASS CARRACKS Carracks are the most ubiquitous vessel of Atlas, flashing the stylized letter A logo and the Atlas promise of a new tomorrow of prosperity. Designed during the Rylicade Reformation, the Wolf-class was originally intended to be used in orbital construction and mining. As such, while it boasts a fairly small compliments of weapons, it possesses a very strong "Void Tether", a tractor beam used for stabilizing stations and pulling asteroids. "Wolf Packs" have been known to descend on ships and use their void tethers to effectively rip apart their hulls in a brutally satisfying display of savagery.

SCION-CLASS GUNBOATS Gunboats are one of the few ships designed purely for security, having no intentions of carrying any significant cargo. Equipped with the standard compliment of "Iron Bastion" point defense suite, Gunboats also carry the first actual munitions on an Atlas vessel. They come 20 FDE-8 Energy turrets mounted on platforms on either side of the ship (10 on each side, 5 on top of the platform, 5 on the bottom), as well as a pair of torpedo tubes. Gunboats can comfortably serve as the mobile base for a small unit of Guards, able to carry up to 1 company of soldiers with all their (limited) gear while still having enough room to have a number of recon drones.

OLYMPIAN-CLASS FRIGATE Lovingly called the "Flying Brick", the Atlas Frigate is a mixed design ship, capable of being fully militarized, fully civilian or a hybrid of both. A favorite tactic of Atlas is to have a mix of different configurations of Frigates to ensure pirates never know which ones have guns or not until they open fire. It was originally envisioned as a transport for volatile minerals and unstable compounds, many of the armor upgrades and interior bulkheads meant to protect the crew in case of a leak are just as capable when under combat situations.

ORDINAL-CLASS HEAVY FRIGATE Somewehre between a frigate and a galleon, the Ordinal-Class is perhaps the most iconic ship design to come out of the Rylicade Reformation and the forebearer of all other similar sihp designs. No Atlas fleet is complete without at least a few of these ships and their captains are held in arguably higher respect than that of Galleons for the fact they don't have the luxury of being able to stand back away from combat. Many semi-private contractors utilize an Ordinal as the head of their personal fleets and is considered perhaps the best ship to ever be made by Atlas with its balance of firepower, cargo capacity, speed and drone control systems.

DAEDALUS-CLASS GALLEON Quite literally what happens when you turn a super freighter into a warship, the Daedalus was created shortly after the fall of the Apavock Republic and formed the basis of the first fleet. Although in more modern times, its unarmored civilian model is more common, several Daedalus still remain in active service for their unmatched size, fire power and also extensive drone runways, control hubs and support modules.

LEVIATHAN-CLASS GALLEON Built on the frame of a mass conveyor and orbital factory, Leviathans live up to their name with their ability to function as a mobile base for entire security and peacekeeping operations. Unlike many Atlas ships, it features full broadside capabilities. Its can let loose devastating salvos to accompany ground landings supported by strike craft wings and missile batteries. Frontier justice has never looked so intimidating.

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Company Record

- Apavock Republic was a nation located in the Mid Rim with some holdings in the Frontier, very nationalistic and fairly militarized due to constant pirate raids
- A series of bad leaders who made bad choices and especially deadly pirate attacks crippled the Republic who was further crippled by infighting and politicking
- Several corporations tried to come together to create the Atlas Initiative to support the failing government and help prop it up
- Things only got worse and the Atlas Initiative had to take on more and more government responsibilities instead of just giving funding
- When it became clear that the Apavock Republic was in its death throws, the companies behind the Atlas Initiative merged into the Atlas Corporation; it wasn't hard since they were at this point one of the few remaining legitimate powers and employed most of the people in the Republic
- Soon after its formation, they went to battle with a Pirate Warlord hoping to try and use the corpse of the Republic as his new empire, only after heavy looses and the destruction of one of the Republic's greatest warships did Atlas realize that they couldn't simply operate as a normal profit-focused business and that their responsibilities as the continuation of the Republic meant they would have to make sacrifices.
- Recent they've started to push back into the Frontier to expand their holdings

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