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Average Joes of the Verse

I'm loving all of the planets in here so far ^_^). One question for you, @Holy Soldier: Given that the entire planet is liquid, are there different layers of pressure that define what type (and size) of creatures can survive within each?

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@Holy Soldier What's the point of having gills when there isn't any oxygen to be filtered?

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Right, @Ink Blood, there's the "Race Ideas" post is ready for review -- if I need to change or further detail anything, just holler.

Also, @Dbird2, what do you mean?

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@Ink blood How many of those Race Applications are we allowed to fill out, 2-4?

Edit: Nevermind, I think I've gotten the hang of it -- all in one post?

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:::Race Ideas:::

The Nunaaj

Name: Nunaaj

Lifespan: Around 14 Moon Cycles, or approximately 180 Universal Standard Years years.

Physical Description: gyazo.com/68857d8aad551224056588b73ef… Aside from this, those residing above-ground are usually burnt in coloration, while the wealthier Nunaaj residing below ground are seen as angelic from their pail complexions (even if they are physically weaker). They usually stand between 190-280 Centimeters.

Genders: The genitals and physical features of this race are similarly humanoid, although there is the chance that a Nunaaj may end up with characteristics of both.

Home-World: Casca'Jadun'Osaye'Benden (1st Star'2nd Star'Planet'Moon) is a rather scorched planet of scintillating dunes and shimmering oases, often with whole cities built around these lakes and the massive underground reservoirs beneath them; These cities often extend deep into the ground and far into the sky; The weather is harsh, with sandstorms being able to pick up whatever isn't nailed down to the ground, and for this reason, shutters are made of the same stone as everything else in the city, and appropriately locked when a storm is approaching; There are frequent earth-quakes, though they reside on mapped Fault-lines that go on for miles, uninhabited by the general populace; There are *No Oceans* on Casca'Jadun'Osaye'Benden, only oases and underground reservoirs of water; The planet's moon is uninhabitable and one of its stars is steadily dying, though a ways off in this regard. It's Day wherever the moon isn't lined up in front of the star, in which case it's then Nights -- Nights only occur every few 7-8 years, lasting for 3-4 years (as the planet is forever stuck between the twin stars, with the moon gradually rotating around it).

Society: The Nunaaj are divided into Clans, with each Clan marking its members from birth with lower-lip extensions and body-tattoos bearing their respective markings. It's ruling system is Freehold-based, though there are holes in this system, such as in the case of wealthier Clans being able to team up in approving their own ideals. Because of this, the smaller Clans are very organized, constantly attempting to pit the larger Clans at odds with one another, that they might further their own goals or open up opportunities for Clan Ascension. They value all genders as equals, defining Merit as the principle justification for the praise or degradation of any character or Clan...however, they are partially biased against races other than their own.

Alignment: The residents of Casca'Jadun'Osaye'Benden are secretly for a united IFU --given that there is little harm in prosperity-- but openly Neutral, preferring to wait for a proper victor. Because of this, there have been several occurrences in which their territories have become the play-grounds for several warring factions...although, they are too weak a faction to dispute this disrespect.

The Grunge

Name: Grunge (As addressed by foreigners)

Lifespan: Provided they don't die through external causes, the Grunge are capable of living for all eternity, due in no small part to their ability to constantly absorb new material into themselves, adopting new personalities when an older one is no longer stable. (There are rare exceptions to this case, though these leviathan blobs are more creatures of instinct, unstable and irrational)

Physical Description: A typical Grunge starts off as a small spore within its parent's interior; As it matures, it'll eventually slip out and away to become its own putrid slime-blob, growing in size and intellect the longer it survives. They vary greatly in coloration, though the key contributing factor happens to be their diet of absorption, and an elderly Grunge is often Grey, murky-Brown/Red, hazy-Green or Black. It is considered normal for a Grunge to adorn its exterior with a garish medley of trinkets from its past meals. They are without a distinct shape and smell horrendously to all but themselves. Within their very core lies a fluid sack containing their various internals, including their brain. The largest Rogue Grunge (An unstable Grunge of considerable age who didn't happen to swap personalities late in life) was found to be floating around within the planet at a height of 1219 Centimeters, before shortly afterwards being disintegrated by a rising electrical storm.

Genders: The Grunge are without gender and entirely asexual.

Home-World: QW3-RT-7 is a gaseous planet with low gravity. Because of this, the various continents and liquids within the planet are unstable, floating around with its rotation. It is governed by one star and several dozen moons made up of those pieces of terrain/space-debris that almost escaped Qw3-RT-7's gravitational pull. It has flora and fauna, but the intelligence of the Grunge allowed them to 'tame' their world, more or less. Occasionally, electric maelstroms will escape the planet's center, ravaging whatever they touch before becoming trapped in the planet's strange stratosphere.

Society: The Grunge have no ruling society, though they do practice the concept of Digestive Restraint, that they won't end up consuming the entirety of their planet's internals. It is considered acceptable for any particular individual conflict to end in the cannibalism of one Grunge by the other that defeated it.

Alignment: The Grunge are for the IFU, providing fleets of gelatinous 'space-whales' to their cause for the purpose of enveloping and capturing enemy vessels.

The Bacta

Name: Bacta

Lifespan: 1(Male average)-4(Female average) Universal Standard Years

Physical Description: The Bacta are a tiny, centipede-like race with incredibly high intelligence. When seen outside of their vastly larger robotic shells, they can clearly be made out as brown, centipede-like organisms that scurry about frenetically. These shells are capable of being designed to mimic the properties of other races, provided a Bacta is wealthy enough; However, the less fortunate simply make due with smaller constructs such as floating spheres...lesser still, without them at all. With their robot shells, they usually stand (or float) between 30 - 579 Centipeders; Without them, they sit between 0.4 - 3 Centimeters.

Genders: While they are all of the same coloration, the females are more prominent in size (mostly because the males feed them so much), with their ruling matriarchy being almost seven times the average male's superior. Sexual organisms also differentiate them, but are far more difficult for any but a Bacta to spot.

Home-World: BaQtria, once a jungle planet, suffers heavily from over-population. Despite this, it's upper levels are marvelous wonders of archeological achievement, with thousands of different styles and sizes being incorporated to welcome all but the most distant races in diplomacy. The world's weather system is now entirely mechanical (thanks to the revolutionary amounts of power provided by their Solar Terminals across the planet), leading to increasing wealth and splendour for the nobility, and decreasing standards of living for the penurious. It should also be noted that the entire planet finished its Weaponization in Mass Mechanical Development (WMMD) project several millennia prior, and is now capable of knocking out Asteroid and Starships alike due to the inanely complex Threat-Neutralization Abreast Destructive Security (T-NADS) system. (It should be noted that rare cases of small enough ships bypassing this system have been documented, though the culprits have assuredly all been detained)

Society: The Bacta are ruled in a matriarchal style, with females predominately being responsible for birthing and the governance of their assigned male Congregations. Males work under instruction of said females, and a female without trust-worthy males under her governance is commonly thought to have lost all self-respect. Where one female Bacta goes, a dozen or more follow in strict servility. Also under their lengthy control are several dozen Colony Worlds...many of which several IFU member-factions have previously argued were "Illegally Occupied", despite the Bacta having clearly shown legitimate documentation pointing strictly to the contrary.

Alignment: Disgusted by Humans --who happened to be equally disgusted of them-- and insulted that they should have to sit next to them on any matter, the Bacta are now thoroughly opposed to the IFU...all the more worrisome for their former allies, given the excessive size of their Hive-Fleets.

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Muagwa'Muhirii

Name: Muagwa'Muhirii

Race: Nunaaj

Age: 7 Moon Cycles (Approximately 90 Years in Universal Standard, or 37 in Nunaaj)

Gender: Masculine (Homologous)

Appearance: Standing at around 223 Centimeters, Muagwa is as lean and towering as the rest of his race. His skin is burnt from years under the harsh twin stars of Casca'Jadun'Osaye'Benden; His eyes are sunken and yellow of hue, with one eye delegated per face; His cranium is twice the size of a Human's, as is natural for his race (those of the greatest intelligence --often the nobility-- have skulls as high as three Human heads); The two faces adorning either side of his head are rather gaunt, though one carries a birth-mark above its eye; He has three fingers and four big toes on each of his analogous hands and feet. He has two arms and legs, all of them capable of snapping into reverse position; He has no back, but instead two fronts --and the accompanying sex-- on either side; The hair on his head is short, but adorns the entirety of his skull down to the foreheads; He is hairy on his Chests and Limbs; He has an extended lower-lip by way of a cork-like implant made at birth and replaced over the years to adjust for growth; His noses are hooked in shape; His 'ears' are round, reptilian-like holes on the sides of his head, covered over by two dangling lengths of hair; He has a singular horn protruding from each forehead; He has an extensive Clan-Tattoo winding all over his body.

Home-World: Casca'Jadun'Osaye'Benden (1st Star'2nd Star'Planet'Moon) is a rather scorched planet of scintillating dunes and shimmering oases, often with whole cities built around these lakes and the massive underground reservoirs beneath them; These cities often extend deep into the ground and far into the sky; The weather is harsh, with sandstorms being able to pick up whatever isn't nailed down to the ground, and for this reason, shutters are made of the same stone as everything else in the city, and appropriately locked when a storm is approaching; There are frequent earth-quakes, though they reside on mapped Fault-lines that go on for miles, uninhabited by the general populace; There are *No Oceans* on Casca'Jadun'Osaye'Benden, only oases and underground reservoirs of water; The planet's moon is uninhabitable and one of its stars is steadily dying, though a ways off in this regard.

Personality: Muagwa is both polite and snarky, often contradicting himself in this regard. He is relatively new to the universe and is thus still learning what is and isn't considered par for the course between the various races. He is lazy, but can't stand others who are lazy in turn, and he has a tendency of freezing up due to a lack of confidence in himself. Additionally, he has an at-times-annoying obsession with one-syllable words, as this is completely new to him.

Skills: Muagwa likes to think of himself as a competent trader and a novice hunter. Nothing else about him is especially above-average outside of his ability to juggle hoops all about himself.

Motivation: Muagwa'Muhirii was born into a Traders' Clan a Human century after the galaxy-wide spread of Translator-Buds, and is thus still on the cusp of his planet's admission into the Galactic Circuit. Given that his clan was one of many to establish Trading-Posts light-years out around his Home-World, he would occasionally spend time traveling to them with various Clan-Members, learning the trade as he went. Sadly, with the introduction of contact with the outside realms came the concept of inter-galactic conflict, and one such Trading-Post fell prey to a skirmish between various forces. Truth be told, he never figured out exactly *who* was fighting, as the damaged station plummeted into a nearby planet, landing as a stranded wreck for those that survived the crash. Life was harsh even for a native of Casca'Jadun'Osaye'Benden, and he jumped at the opportunity to hitch-hike aboard a passing transport. Since then, he's traveled across a couple planets, but has been relatively content to stay out of trouble.

His overall motivation is to one day return home...though, this has proven a more arduous task than one would initially assume.

Gear: Muagwa is often adorned in his robes, with waist-packs carrying the majority of his items, tools and trinkets within. For defence and leisurely usage, he carries a Plasma-Rifle in the style of his Clan's stick-like design, as it may also double as a walking-stick when the barrel is stopped. Almost needless to say, it is a relatively archaic design compared to that of other weapons, with a stopper in its barrel and a single-shot action of sticky near-molten plasma. He doesn't carry anything else on his personage.

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Oh my. So much interest. I will attempt to work on an IC tonight.

@Ink Blood

I have a feeling that "Cowboy Bebop" might have something to do with that.

Aside from that, HUZZAH, progress!

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"Wayward Fortunes", "Those Unseen/Unheard", "Amongst/Across The Stars", "Sojourn(-Passengers)" or "Counting Sheep".

Also, heyo @Lexicon. *Bows*

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Since they're all supposed to be fairly average, perhaps one of the characters is apart of a mercenary group/pirates/et-cetera that hijacks a passenger ship mid-transit? Could be interesting to see where things go from there, especially given that you'd only have to explain character backstories and such through dialogue/internal dialogues/actions, instead of showing all of your cards at once. (Edit: Would we be allowed to replace characters along the way -- perhaps if certain characters go off on entirely different arcs/die? Could add an element of realism.)

Either way, I'm intrigued.