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Andreemea: Brighter Tomorrows

Do'Rak walked onto the bridge into the mist of a flurry of motion as people furiously punched in commands or were giving orders that were being passed down the chain of command. Flanking him were two of his fellow Salesh carrying seven foot long golden spears, these Salesh were from the same Brood as Do'Rak as well as the last two remaining members of his Brood besides himself. It took him a minute to understand the entire situation as it was presented and took a look at the screen that was monitoring the approaching smaller vessels.

"Captain. If I may offer my option on the matter. If there is just a single boarding ship that we have to deal with, let me send one field commander with his personnel and handle the situation with me at the head." The Salesh spoke in a low gravelly voice that was more similar to a growl than actual words. He than turned to the only field commander that was available at the moment which happened to be the clone, Msalti.

"Commander, prepare your men and find out where the shuttle is planning on breaching our hull and report back to me. I shall meet you there shortly to oversee the operation." After issuing the orders he went over to the radar operator who did not seem very pleased to be surrounded by three large reptiles with so many teeth. "I need you to find out for me as much information as you can on that shuttle and if there are anymore that could be hiding in its shadow."

Andreemea: Brighter Tomorrows

Do'Rak

Name: Do'Rak of the Rakador

Age: 79

Gender: Male

Race: Salesh

Homeworld: Rakador Clan World, Rocoth

Position: Executive Officer

Personality: Do'Rak is an extremely loyal person who values honor and integrity above all else. He is the type that does not know the meaning of betrayal as he grew up in a society where giving your word meant everything and glory could only be found in glorious battle. He is the kind of Salesh that will always speak his mind and never understood the political side of things which requires a softer touch. As a commander he is strict on the men under him as he expects them to live up to the standard set by his race even if they are not Salesh themselves. This has cause some problems in the past when he had expected something to be done and he was not completed to his expectations. Like many Salesh he holds his pride extremely high, meaning that he will not use any weapons not made by the Salesh resulting in the use of only melee weapons combined with his shield generator.

In the last twenty years, Do'Rak entered into a sort of depressive state with the decline of the Salesh clans as a race. For sometime he lost his drive as a warrior and felt no drive to pursue any mercenary work for about five years. After about five years, the rest of his brood tracked him down bring him back to the battlefield and attempted to bring him out of his slump. This worked somewhat and he has been functioning ever since, but has yet to regain his former state of mind.

Appearance:
Height: 6'9"
Weight: 649lbs
Distinct Features:

• Razor sharp rows of teeth and claws
• Several missing teeth replaced with 33 sharpened golden replacements
• Thick scaled skin
• Sharp skiped spine running from base of his neck down his tail

Clothing: Do'Rak is clothed in golden armor that is traditional among his people. See picture for that is the armor that he actually wears. He never actually wears the skull when on the ship and only sees fit to wear it when leaving the ship and when intimidation is needed. The bracelets on his wrists are a part of Salesh technology that house micro shield generators that can project a personal round shield that Do'rak can hid behind when under fire from rifles and still advance.

Abilities: Do'Rak is a master at hand to hand combat and all types of close quarters warfare from his time on the battlefield. This gives him good situational awareness when in the heat of battle and he has a knack for reading the flow of battle when needed. Besides his primal nature and knowledge of fighting, Do'Rak is fairly strong with him being able to life up to a thousand pounds at the limit of his strength and can swing a five foot sword with enough force to cleave a man in two with ease.

Equipment:

• 2 wrist shield generators
• Large single handed club lined with Salesh claws and teeth
• Salesh traditional armor lined with defensive technology to fend off a limited amount of blaster fire and melee attacks

Biography: (anything else of note about them, mainly their history. You can keep a lot about them a secret to build up over time if desired)

Notes:

• Salesh gold is not like earth gold has and properties similar to that of steel.
• Salesh scaled skin is similar to that of kevlar leading to Salesh favoring melee weapons to that of ranged projectiles.
• The Salesh has a whole race is on the decline with the lost of all Clan worlds with only hundreds of mercenary Brood bands roaming the galaxy.
• A Brood is a pack of 30-40 Salesh (Male and Female) that are born together and trained together into a single cohesive fighting force that stay together for their entire lives.
• The oldest recorded Salesh lived to up to 426 years old.
• Salesh are not a race affected by sexual dimorphism. Both male and females are built the same way with only slight outer cosmetic changes.

Andreemea: Brighter Tomorrows

He is mostly finished. I still need to build up his background and that of the entire Salesh wiki page as a whole. I added a few notes to give some idea about them but I am still rounding out the rough edges.

Do'Rak

Name: Do'Rak of the Rakador

Age: 79

Gender: Male

Race: Salesh

Homeworld: Rakador Clan World, Rocoth

Position: Executive Officer

Personality: Do'Rak is an extremely loyal person who values honor and integrity above all else. He is the type that does not know the meaning of betrayal as he grew up in a society where giving your word meant everything and glory could only be found in glorious battle. He is the kind of Salesh that will always speak his mind and never understood the political side of things which requires a softer touch. As a commander he is strict on the men under him as he expects them to live up to the standard set by his race even if they are not Salesh themselves. This has cause some problems in the past when he had expected something to be done and he was not completed to his expectations. Like many Salesh he holds his pride extremely high, meaning that he will not use any weapons not made by the Salesh resulting in the use of only melee weapons combined with his shield generator.

In the last twenty years, Do'Rak entered into a sort of depressive state with the decline of the Salesh clans as a race. For sometime he lost his drive as a warrior and felt no drive to pursue any mercenary work for about five years. After about five years, the rest of his brood tracked him down bring him back to the battlefield and attempted to bring him out of his slump. This worked somewhat and he has been functioning ever since, but has yet to regain his former state of mind.

Appearance:
Height: 6'9"
Weight: 649lbs
Distinct Features:

• Razor sharp rows of teeth and claws
• Several missing teeth replaced with 33 sharpened golden replacements
• Thick scaled skin
• Sharp skiped spine running from base of his neck down his tail

Clothing: Do'Rak is clothed in golden armor that is traditional among his people. See picture for that is the armor that he actually wears. He never actually wears the skull when on the ship and only sees fit to wear it when leaving the ship and when intimidation is needed. The bracelets on his wrists are a part of Salesh technology that house micro shield generators that can project a personal round shield that Do'rak can hid behind when under fire from rifles and still advance.

Abilities: Do'Rak is a master at hand to hand combat and all types of close quarters warfare from his time on the battlefield. This gives him good situational awareness when in the heat of battle and he has a knack for reading the flow of battle when needed. Besides his primal nature and knowledge of fighting, Do'Rak is fairly strong with him being able to life up to a thousand pounds at the limit of his strength and can swing a five foot sword with enough force to cleave a man in two with ease.

Equipment:

• 2 wrist shield generators
• Large single handed club lined with Salesh claws and teeth
• Salesh traditional armor lined with defensive technology to fend off a limited amount of blaster fire and melee attacks

Biography: (anything else of note about them, mainly their history. You can keep a lot about them a secret to build up over time if desired)

Notes:

• Salesh gold is not like earth gold has and properties similar to that of steel.
• Salesh scaled skin is similar to that of kevlar leading to Salesh favoring melee weapons to that of ranged projectiles.
• The Salesh has a whole race is on the decline with the lost of all Clan worlds with only hundreds of mercenary Brood bands roaming the galaxy.
• A Brood is a pack of 30-40 Salesh (Male and Female) that are born together and trained together into a single cohesive fighting force that stay together for their entire lives.

Spectacular!- A Superhero RP

@KaiserElectric@VitaVitaAR

I could offer up the Chameleon for a good fight.

Andreemea: Brighter Tomorrows

I will have my character finished sometime this week and than finish the race sheet on the wiki.

Spectacular!- A Superhero RP

@shagranoz

I think downtown could use a super villain. I shall make my way there soon.

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Name: Do'Rak of the Rakador

Age: 79

Gender: Male

Race: Salesh

Homeworld: Rakador Clan World, Rocoth

Position: Executive Officer

Personality: Do'Rak is an extremely loyal person who values honor and integrity above all else. He is the type that does not know the meaning of betrayal as he grew up in a society where giving your word meant everything and glory could only be found in glorious battle. He is the kind of Salesh that will always speak his mind and never understood the political side of things which requires a softer touch. As a commander he is strict on the men under him as he expects them to live up to the standard set by his race even if they are not Salesh themselves. This has cause some problems in the past when he had expected something to be done and he was not completed to his expectations. Like many Salesh he holds his pride extremely high, meaning that he will not use any weapons not made by the Salesh resulting in the use of only melee weapons combined with his shield generator.

In the last twenty years, Do'Rak entered into a sort of depressive state with the decline of the Salesh clans as a race. For sometime he lost his drive as a warrior and felt no drive to pursue any mercenary work for about five years. After about five years, the rest of his brood tracked him down bring him back to the battlefield and attempted to bring him out of his slump. This worked somewhat and he has been functioning ever since, but has yet to regain his former state of mind.

Appearance:
Height: 6'9"
Weight: 649lbs
Distinct Features:

• Razor sharp rows of teeth and claws
• Several missing teeth replaced with 33 sharpened golden replacements
• Thick scaled skin
• Sharp skiped spine running from base of his neck down his tail

Clothing: Do'Rak is clothed in golden armor that is traditional among his people. See picture for that is the armor that he actually wears. He never actually wears the skull when on the ship and only sees fit to wear it when leaving the ship and when intimidation is needed. The bracelets on his wrists are a part of Salesh technology that house micro shield generators that can project a personal round shield that Do'rak can hid behind when under fire from rifles and still advance.

Abilities: Do'Rak is a master at hand to hand combat and all types of close quarters warfare from his time on the battlefield. This gives him good situational awareness when in the heat of battle and he has a knack for reading the flow of battle when needed. Besides his primal nature and knowledge of fighting, Do'Rak is fairly strong with him being able to life up to a thousand pounds at the limit of his strength and can swing a five foot sword with enough force to cleave a man in two with ease.

Equipment:

• 2 wrist shield generators
• Large single handed club lined with Salesh claws and teeth
• Salesh traditional armor lined with defensive technology to fend off a limited amount of blaster fire and melee attacks

Biography: (anything else of note about them, mainly their history. You can keep a lot about them a secret to build up over time if desired)

Notes:

• Salesh gold is not like earth gold has and properties similar to that of steel.
• Salesh scaled skin is similar to that of kevlar leading to Salesh favoring melee weapons to that of ranged projectiles.
• The Salesh has a whole race is on the decline with the lost of all Clan worlds with only hundreds of mercenary Brood bands roaming the galaxy.
• A Brood is a pack of 30-40 Salesh (Male and Female) that are born together and trained together into a single cohesive fighting force that stay together for their entire lives.

Andreemea: Brighter Tomorrows

This spot is for the Executive officer or Security Chief.

Spectacular!- A Superhero RP

The Chameleon walked down the street like any other person with little fear that anyone would recognize him. Only a handful of people in the entire city knew what his real form looked like and they were all villains who he knew wouldn't sell him out. Besides he had a hood over his head so even if people got a look at his face they would have to be right in front of him to see what he looked like. He had been getting twitchy lately as there had been nothing for him to steal or anyone to mess with. Those villains over at the Mobius Club seemed to be giving him the cold shoulder at the moment, that was probably because he wasn't an official member of their little group.

"God, I need to steal something soon or I will be going mad." A muttered to himself as he walked down the street toward his apartment.

There wasn't much to look at him Hathoway's apartment as he kept any connections to his villain lifestyle in his secret hideout. All that was in his small apartment of importance was a wall taken over by three large televisions each linked to a separate high end computer. As soon as he walked inside and fired up the computers, a message popped up on the middle screen giving a report of a man falling off of a building and somehow surviving. "Stupid heroes ruin everything. What does a villain have to do to have some fun in this city."

After sometime he decided to contact the Mobius Club to see if they had any upcoming jobs that needed some more crew. He hated having to rely on them sometimes, but it was tough being a solo villain in a town full of heroes sometimes.

Let's travel the galaxy together and explore new worlds! (original sci-fi setting)

I am very interested in this. This may be what I have been waiting for.