A Galaxy on the Verge of Corruption...
CO-GM NEEDED!!
RULES:
1. No GMing. We don't want any Mary-Sues or Gary-Sues
2. Maximum of 3 Active Characters per person. Any more needs approval by a GM
3. Characters can and WILL die, but please ASK somebody before you attempt to kill their character rather then just say "Your guy is dead."
4. Keep it PG-13!! Romance and Lovey-Dovey stuff is fine, as well as the occasional innuendo, but take smut scenes to PM, please. Also, violence is allowed, but please don't rip out a guys entrails and hold them above his head while he slowly dies. We're not monsters (:3)
5. Some scenes will be time skipped if they drag on too long/get too boring, but most of the time we will RP things through.
6. Each member of the RP will eventually become a member of the small group of adventurers who save the galaxy :3
7. Your character cannot have any GM abilities.
8. Post at least a paragraph each time (more is fantastic)
9. GM posts will be announced (these include plot movers, special events or even the death/introduction of a new character)
10. If you got this far, here's a cookie *hands cookie*
11. Please make PvP combat fair. It really sucks when somebody unleashes their ultimate power and freezes the other person's foot to the floor, then proceed to just punch the crap out of their immobile opponent. In addition, GM moves will NOT be allowed inside PvP combat unless approved/announced in a GM event.
12. Enjoy the RP to the best of your ability!!
"My Wedding.."
A girls wedding day... Naturally, she's giddy and excited, nervous and terrified. Is her hair okay? Does the dress make her look fat? Does Daddy still approve of her fiancé? Maybe she discovered a pimple on her cheek and started freaking out... I wish I could've had that luxury. But no, I just had to get married to the twelve handed creep from Raximotoriphalupagorious. I'm not even in love with him, quite the opposite really... But then again, I guess its what I get for having the rotten luck of being a Princess.. Yep, that's me. The red-head in the poofy white dress, trying her hardest to stay neutral about this whole stupid marriage. And before you ask, yes, they're real. Quit staring.
Normally I don't do this sort of thing, but you should probably know just what the hell's about to happen.... Believe me, I didn't think it was real either. You see, I'm not your typical Disney bull-shit Princess, I'm the real deal. That means handling politics, managing the military, attending certain events that are governed by royals, all that fun stuff... But unlike most of those pompous bitches who strut around all day and cry every time an animal get a splinter, I'm a realist. That means, I don't follow the lead of these other chicks, I do what I want. They spend all day chasing their prince's, and why shouldn't they? Those dudes as just as hollow as they are. But me, I have my eyes set on somebody else, but that's not the point. The point is, I'm a bit of a flirt, a prankster, a dash mischievous and maybe just a bit aggressive.. Well, A LOT aggressive. Especially when it comes to sports. I'm just competitive, I guess.
So anyways, back to what's happening.. Oh, right, the Xenos. Okay, so I'm walking down the isle with Tyrugal the 206th, wanting so desperately to take the blaster I carry around with me at all times and just blow my fucking brains out. I'm looking around for a bit and I see this thing.. But not before I see that cute boy, which brightens my day. God, he's so oblivious to me. Its adorable. Oh, right, back on track. So this thing... It was strange, like something from the distant past or far off future. A robot of some kind... But it was alive. I could see exposed organs and a heart beating away underneath the metal exterior, almost like some sort of demented Cyborg. But why was it just siting there, staring at us... at me? I didn't have time to dwell on it, but I wish I had... Because that hunk of metal was the reason my wedding was interrupted, why my life was thrown into chaos... And why I came face to face with the source of the outbreak, with nothing but a blaster and a group of people to help me out..
In short, shit hit the fan really quickly.
So, this is the story of a group of unlikely heroes who will wind up discovering the biggest secret the galaxy has kept hidden, then destroy it before the monstrosity of its being spreads to other worlds.
Known Planets and Systems by Chapter:
Chapter One:
Quelongrious System
Relenus Vesta:
A Planet comprised of lush forests and green plains. Home to many human colonies, and a relatively peaceful planet. The planet is run by the democratic system under John Farell and is part of the G.L.I.P Federation.
Agerna:
A powerhouse in the galaxy, home to the G.L.I.P Federation Headquarters. The ruling government is the monarchy of King Ridley-Scott II and his wife, Queen Eliza-Ro. The planet is compromised of rolling plains and ginormous green fields filled with beautiful flowers. The species of the planet are varied. Currently, the entire planet is celebrating the marriage of Princess Audra to Prince Deere of Raximotoriphalupagorious.
Poosh and Its 5 Moons:
Poosh is a relatively quiet planet on the intergalactic scale, but it is a Class 5 "Terror-Estriol" Planet, inhabited by a dangerous race of bug creatures known as "the Swaar". These creatures are pure beasts and are in no way sentient, so the threat of galactic expansion is extremely low. Poosh also has 5 Moons: a Forest Moon inhabited by the Queelon's (peaceful rat-people), an Ice Moon (void of all life), a Volcanic Moon (void of all life), a Desert Moon (another home of the Swaar), and a Moon filled with Mountains.
Raximotoriphalupagorious:
Home Planet of the Cerr, a race of bug eyed, eight armed, green skinned people who resemble massive praying mantis'. There is a strong military on Raximotoriphalupagorious, which allows it to be one of the most powerful planets in the galaxy. However, it is also one of the most dangerous planets, due to the King's only allegiance: himself. With an army that's ready to eliminate the galaxy with a simple flick of the wrist.
