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Star Orphans (A Fantasy Sci-Fi Space Opera Epic)

@ROADWARRIOR Might wanna get someone on everything-besides-weapons repair. K'eve can fix a cannon but isn't exactly an expert in engines. Or I could just slot her further into the security aspect to open engineer up freely.

𝐀𝐁𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄

Easiest way is to keep the thing plastered to the top page.

ZeroL

Welcome to the Guild!
Ensure to look both ways before crossing the RP.

Howdy

Welcome and goooooood luck!

The Band of Not-So-Heroes: A Superhero Comedy

Yeah, guys, okay I thought it was just me but you are really going way too fast. I mean, I can barely keep up and writing a post just feels like work. Maybe you can tone it down...?

Thanks @DepressedSoviet for bringing it up. Would you stay if the speedsters would lay off the caffeine and give us a break?

@Cherrywitch

Will do! I have played too many need for speed videogames. My bad.
*Dragracer parachutes open.*

Illuminati: Becouse the world won't run itself. [Light Hearted, Conspiracy, Urban Magic, Dark Humour]

My future posts will be a lot larger if that one is inadequate, promise.
I felt this was a good intro to Sophia and it left interaction room.
Also: she's only just a little bit racist. A little.
Also #2: If she actually has to sing that song I will SO make lyrics for it.

Illuminati: Becouse the world won't run itself. [Light Hearted, Conspiracy, Urban Magic, Dark Humour]

From the moment that Sophia DeLaVega sat down in the SUV, she eyed the others inside, then told them, "I can't wait to start this adventure. I've never been to Alabama before-- this is the state with the peaches, right?" She spoke with the inflection of a stereotypical Los Angeles, California college to high school aged girl, her sentence implied a general lack of both common knowledge and common sense, and it was all a part of her grand scheme to make them think her to be ditzy, empty headed, and incapable of much.

To put the rainbow colored sprinkles on the "dumb girl" cake, she complained about everything from the "cheapness" of the SUV to the "bad weather"-- which, truth be told, it was just a typical humid Alabama day and nothing to complain about at all. After that, Sophia proceeded to shove her face into the depths of her cellphone screen, occasionally giggling in the most annoying way she could muster, and snapping pictures of anything stupid she could think of-- road signs, clouds, other cars-- while making a comments about how "old school" and "south cute" it all was.

There was shitty country music playing through her headphones in the meantime, so that she could memorize what a "southern" accent sounded like. On top of this, Sophia was deep into the depths of a RANT to boyfriend 1 of 3 about her current situation, all of which was typed in Brazilian Portuguese-- just in case someone took a glance at the phone screen:

Sophia: I'm a token!
Sophia: You should see this redneck team they stuck me with.
Lucas: Jajajajaja
Sophia: Seriously. They hit 2 tokens in one.
Spohia: They got the obligatory """""HISPANIC"""" person and the Pardo all in fucking one. Oh and the sassy woman. All rolled up. One of these Alabama bitches are going to call me black. BET.
Lucas: They could have picked a puerto rican jajaja
Sophia: Fuck you this is serious. I look like I'm attending one of them. What's those pointy hat dick wetter wizard looking assholes out this way? Ones in the white?
Lucas: The Klan? JAJAJAJA oh shit
Sophia: Yes! I look like i walked in on a Klan party and they got me in fucking Alabama. Land of the Sister Moms. can inbred ignorance rub off on you?
Lucas: jajajaj you know I'm in Baton Rogue right now so come by when you done
Sophia: Why would I spend another second in this region of the country? Fuck that. Fuck this. They have mosquito the size of horses down here bocó!
Lucas: Foi mal! I'll protect you jajajaja
Sophia: I saw a klan man riding one of them mosquito around just now. crazy.
Lucas: Stop jajajaja
Sophia: I'll call later but we just pulled up to that barn from Texas chainsaw massacre. 1-4 and pray.

Then there was the memo application open on her phone where she was figuring out song lyrics. The things she knew would appeal to trailer trash Alabamans in a stupidly named place called "Billsville" would be the stereotypical things: America, guns, freedom, trucks, country music, and a southern accent. Carefully holding in the exasperated sigh that threatened to demolish her faked bubbly attitude, Sophia smiled as they came closer to the inn. In her opinion, the thing looked like it had burned down several times, then they just threw a nice coat of paint on the outside of it. Just staring at the place made her feel nauseous.

Brightly Sophia piped up, "Aww! Look at how cute it all is. Wow-- the seasons must change really quick this far south, huh? It's already fall." Sophia was starting to get on her own nerves with her stupid comments. She stepped out of the vehicle and didn't wait for anyone to catch up with her, just charged ahead and into the Inn, giggling excitedly about how, "The inside is probably like a country music video!" Mentally, she vomited all over herself, as soon as she opened the door and got a good look at the place.

"Welcome to Taylor's Inn, Miss!"

"Is this what the underside of a landfill looks like?" Sophia thought while screaming inside.
Before she could cringe from how shitty the inside of the Inn looked, Sophia put on her brightest smile at the front desk woman, almost read her nametag, then told her, "Why, ain't this a nice Inn-- excellent choice , if I do say so myself. I'm mighty glad my agent picked this out. I'll be sure to leave a good review, ma'am." The first thing obvious about Sophia's exaggerated shower of compliments was likely the slightly "southern twang" her accent sprouted from the moment she stepped out of the car.

Sophia looked over at... who was that again? She was squinting at someone-- HR person, right? They had to go with her to the whatever wherever-- Sophia hadn't been entirely paying attention in the "briefing" and she hadn't opened her packet yet. Sophia asked whatever HR person, "Where we going? You think they got southern peanut pie here?"

Peanut. Pie. Everyone in the world knew it was pecan. Sophia cringed inwardly and decided to dial the air-head rating down slightly.

VIGILANCE: Blood & Justice - A Superhuman Roleplay (Always Open)

Sup. I'm moving to another country so my posting times will be a bit wonky for the next week.

Hello

Welcome to the Guild! You are safe here! We will not harm you!

Star Orphans (A Fantasy Sci-Fi Space Opera Epic)

K'eve Vek-Ka 3-1

Name:
K'eve Vek-Ka 3-1... K'eve for short.

Age:
Adult (Think late 20's)

Physical Description:
Height - 6ft 6in
Weight - 250lbs
K'eve is average for a T'kossi. Covered from head to toe in grey scales with an eerie green glow coming from behind her teeth and eyes-- it can only be seen in a decent amount of darkness. She has three large fingers and a fourth acting as a thumb, two toes, all tipped with large black claws. Two tusks extend from each side of her head, decorated with various metal rings. There are black feather-like growths extending from her head-- when acting aggressively or when startled, these feathers tend to rise slightly. Reptilian in most physiological regards.

Race:
T'kossi

Gender:
"Female" though the race has no real concept of gender.

Specialty:
Weapons Repair, Weapons Operation, and Ground Combat.

Likes:
FIGHTING, Arguments, Cuddling (though she insists it's for body heat exchange), Weapons, Socializing, Raw Meat.

Dislikes:
The Cold, "Sentient Scrap Heaps" (Tolathians), Pacifists, LIZARDS.

Inventory:
- T'kossi Armor: Made from various scrap metals and decorated with animal bones. Helmet has a set of bone horns attached.

- T'kossi G'ket: Hooks are worn on the wrists and ankles so that a set of two heavy L shaped blades can be spun about and tossed around. Confusing to watch but very deadly.

- Sack of "Tools": Scavenged from who knows where, there are a lot of tools in the sack from various parts of the galaxy, some of them don't even look to be tools at all.

- Smaller Sack of "Rations": The bag reeks of rotting animal yet, K'eve occasionally takes a bite of whatever the unseen contents are.

Bio:

TL;DR:
- T'kossi come from space Australia.
- T'kossi are a Warrior Race of Lizard people that are dying out.
- K'eve and other T'kossi are searching for an anti-virus for the Tolathian garbage virus that killed T'koss.

Planet T'koss

T'koss is a planet that was once thought inhospitable and desolate. It possesses a high gravitational pull, it's in between two A-Type blue stars, alone, orbiting around a third A-type star, making it's surface extremely hot. Desert conditions are as common as the pools of boiling water-- the surface lacks vegetation, though there are signs this was not always the case. The planet is oddly located at the very edge of the Blue Zone-- it's stars being a popular tourist ship fly by during return trips.

A strange amount of electrical magnetic interference radiates out from the planet powerfully, often scrambling the equipment of ships that enter the small star cluster. The gravitational pull of T'koss is responsible for hundreds of space crashes and the ruining of probes alike-- nothing can seem to withstand impact with the planet long enough to get accurate readings.

Well, nothing could, until the Tolathians came along.

Tolathian Landing

Initial scans of the planet showed exactly what everyone else had seen for centuries-- absolutely nothing but electromagnetic interference. Tolathian technology was sent down and immediately destroyed. Then a few more probes were developed quickly and, after a few success trials, the first Tolathians set foot on the planet. They were immediately attacked by the hostile T'kossi.

Tolathian data logs list the T'kossi lifestyle as one of scavenging from the large wrecks of ships, some of which are centuries old. Their behavior centers around a Warband-like structure-- a leader being appointed to lead the scavenging band. T'kossi are known to meet peacefully every three T'koss-month period (roughly 19 stellar months) for a period of 1 stellar month, in order to exchange information, resources, tend to the elderly, and trade members of their Warbands about. After such a meeting period, they leave the "Den", as it was nicknamed, and immediately become hostile toward other Warbands again.

Lurking within the T'kossi Den is a monolith of technological marvel of unknown make or origin-- The Tolathians nicknamed it "The Mother." This device seems to be wholly responsible for the "birth" process of T'kossi, providing food to the elders daily, food and mending to Warbands upon the T'kossi meeting, and creating technology from the scraps scavenged by the T'kossi.

Tolathians planted their virus into "The Mother" which sabotaged the T'kossi greatly as a whole. It was discovered that the T'kossi are able to communicate via a bio-mechanical sensor and signal array, implanted into their physiology before they are born. The Tolathians disabled their communication with one another, resulting in heavy psychological and emotional damage, and their sudden crippled ability to attack and sync movements as fast as data could travel.

Furthermore the virus which infected "The Mother" disabled her ability to create and no amount of intervention could repair the damage. Along with the heavy casualties they sustained fighting the Tolathians, The T'kossi are now a dying race, no longer having a means to reproduce or sustain themselves. Most chose to stay and die with "The Mother," but the T'kossi are a free thinking people, so others figured out how to escape the gravitational pull of the planet, thanks to scavenged Tolathian technology, and have fled to the stars to search for a way to bring "The Mother" back to life.

K'eve's Journey

Having been one of the first to take to the stars, in a reconfigured missile pod, K'eve eventually landed in a nearby star-system and found it too was under Tolathian rule. Difficulties learning the cultures and a means to survive followed. Eventually, she found that her skills with weapons and battle could be used to make money. A few mercenary jobs later and K'eve purchased a better ship, then began coming planet after planet looking for "The Mother's Anti-Virus." Having become convinced that the answers no longer lie in this galaxy, K'eve searched around for transportation out of here.

Her goal is simple: Find the means to revive The Mother and return.

Miscellaneous:

^{"And then I fired. And I missed. This went on for several hours. And then I fired. And then I missed. And then I was out of bullets. And then I got sad."}

- K'eve can be extremely aggressive and even hurtful, but weirdly good natured about it-- as if it were friendly.
- K'eve has 0 sense of personal space.
- K'eve has 0 sense of how potentially intimidating she is.
- K'eve took female pronouns simply because Tolathian's called "The Mother" a "Female"
- All T'kossi are "female."