It all starts with one man on the Planet Seldke ten-thousand years ago. Seldke is known nowadays as the planet of the stars, because from its position, and its transparent atmosphere, it could see all the stars shining in the galaxy in the day and the night. However, while they see the planets with telescopes they were convince they were simply powered out stars rather than the planetoids they really were, certainly didn't believe they possessed any life on their surfaces.

They all thought that they were the only life in the universe, and, ironically, they were not alone in this thinking. Sorawitano was the only planet that had the closest to advanced technology, and they haven't yet ever reached or even bothered with the prospect of reaching space technology.

However, one man proposed the theory, a middle-aged astronomer known as Reshkold. Throughout his life, though for reasons only guessed in rumors and perspectives, was disrespected as a scholar and as an Astronomer. Because he was insane to begin with, because he was marked an unintelligent fraud who cheated his way up, because he was of inferior blood, there were plenty of guesses to this, as there are to many factors of this story. Despite this. he made a theory - though how he reached it is unknown - that there were other planets, other worlds then their own, and each one filled with life like theirs. Needless to say, he and his theory was shot down, and considered the senseless ramblings of a madman. Not helping matters was how the people worshipped the stars as the givers of their lives, and to suggest that there were other worlds besides their own would mean to de-glorify their own world. Reshkold tried his very best to prove his theories but all of his experiments were denied and some were even said to be sabotaged by those who fear he'd be right.

Fed up with their constant mockery and their laughter at his childish and rediculous theory, he prayed desperately to his gods, the stars, for a way to prove it. He heard a voice he believed to be the stars, though deemed in most variations a trick by the other astronomers, and the voice denied him his prayers, for they are against what they - or rather, the religion - stood for.

Enraged that even the gods would reject him, he decided to turn his attention to the darker powers for assistance: the powers of the Demon race.

In every religion, there exists an evil to oppose and balance the good. Something to blame everything wrong on, something to accuse for their misfortunes, something to damn for the darker sides of nature and reality itself, if only to avoid blaming themselves or others for their own natural errors.

These manifestations are usually monstrous, residing in the darkness, usually underground away from the light of the sun, and craving for the fear, pain, and hatred of all living things. Their lightless domain was always said to be a place of eternal agony and torment for those who have wronged others, calling it the netherworld, the underworld, or simply Hell. Once removed from hell and into the living world, they exist only to wreak havoc and destruction and chaos in their wake, so that they may feed on the dark side of nature and entertain themselves in the process.

In time, they became so common in the beliefs of so many, that they were called a singular for their race, Demons.

While universally hated, Demons are sometimes called upon by the desperate and selfish, to do their bidding for a price that, at that point, they are willing to pay, and will pay ready or not.

But no one, not one person, not one summoner, has ever been desperate enough to summon the most powerful and worst demon of them all, to summon 'him', until now.

He has many names, and yet he has none to call his own, his true name forbidden for it brings disaster in its wake, and overtime it was forgotten. However he is known by many other names, the most known is the "Demon Lord", or "Demon King" as other people say. If Demons are a manifestation sins and evil, then the Demon Lord was the incarnation of nightmares, of the temptations and desires that can turn good men against each other and walk roads of corruption and damnation. So powerful, so destructive, and so aware of his position, that no summoner would ever control him, and he would destroy the galaxy, let alone the world of which he was summoned to, regardless of his summoner's commands. As such, no one has ever released the Demon Lord from his domain. Still, they hear whispers in the corner of their minds, silent words of temptation and power, or reward upon his release.

Reshkolc, in his anger, with nothing left to lose and no one to be worried for, gave into these whispers upon hearing the decision of the stars, and at last the Demon Lord was unleashed.

Reshkolc wanted his vengence, and he had claim it. As a reward for freeing him, the Demon Lord found and killed those who has wronged Reshkolc. After this, The Demon Lord, ironically, did not ask for payment, but instead announced that he would not return to Hell, but rather stay in this realm and expand his territory, raising Hell upon the mortal realm and claiming it as his own, as the demon summoners of old had feared.

He left the Planet Seldke, and went on towards the planetoid now known as Lebacrow. There, he risen volcanoes - to which some variants of the legend suggested they were there to begin with - and from its fires created a path for his army to come through, and Lebacrow became the Demon Lord's throne.

From there, he created havoc and devastation across the galaxy. Civilizations of old were desolated, and those who were still alive trembled before the dark power of the Demons, as the Demon Lord began his conquest.

In a way, Reshkolc's wish came true thanks to the Demon Lord. The planets of habitable life now knew of each other, as the Demons attempted to conquer ALL of them.

The Demon Lord and his army reigned from the planet Lebacrow, and within the year all knew to fear the monstrous demons who fell from the sky. All hope seemed lost and the overwhelming fear and dread drove them mad. Most of the sane ones chose to hid themselves as best as possible, letting the demons win as they ironically hid underground. Some of the more admirable of the fearful chose to fight the demons off, but since they hadn't the technology to fly through space, they were simply delaying the inevitable. Some were driven insane in a berserker frenzy, unable to handle the situation at hand and others who were sane chose to join the demons in the hopes of sparing their lives at the expense of others. The Galaxy was all but taken over, and all within were shouded in despair of this reign of terror, with the exception of one particular planet, and one particular person.

A young man, Sahlyncirle, was a kind and gentle 24 year old Seer of the planet Omendylli. As a Seer, he can see predictions, as well as messages from the gods in his slumber, something of which it was said he was gifted with by the forces of the cosmos. Some still say that he was a charlatan to this day, despite the recorded comfirmation of being incredibly skilled with Psionic abilities. Quite unlike Reshkolc, he was naive and inexperienced, but had the respect of his peers and the humility to be unboastful. Because of his inexperience, however, he too believed in there only being stars in the sky. Like with so many others, he too saw the revelations as Demons scattered across the galaxy and descend from the sky. Unlike them, however, he was prepared, albeit poorly, for this invasion.

As the demons expanded across the universe, Sahlyncirle was said to have had a dream one night of the demons coming to their home, a message that warned him of the inevitable terror, and advised him on the way to ensure Omendylli's safety, and the end of the Demon Lord's dynasty. Once awakened, Sahlyncirle told as many as he could what was going to happen, as well as what must be done. While the demons were not invincible by design, the power they wield could not be comprehended (At the time...) and the people of Omendylli or any planet would never win on their own. So Sahlyncirle instructed them to prepare a ritual, to summon a force that was capable of counteracting the Demon's march:

The "Angels".

Just as people believed in Demons as something to place hatred and blame upon, so too did they also believe in a race to give thanks to for all things pure and beneficial. Where as the demons were viewed as disgusting monsters of no heart or mercy, the Angels were viewed as a variant of different species, mostly human, and described as beings of absolute beauty and grace with wings of ivory, silver, and gold. They were said to wield the light of the gods to protect those under their glory from anything that could harm them.

Just as the Demons had a Demon Lord, the nightmare tyrant, so too did the Angels have a being above them: Saint Elena, the High Seraph. They believed she was the most beautiful and elegant of them all; a sincere and benevolent demeanor with eyes like the most refined sapphires and hair like the finest black silk, hiding the miraculously immense power within.

Because they were exact opposites, the angels and demons were shown to be the ultimate rivals. Because of this, the equal quantity of their vast forces, and their symbollic existence, their conflicts and hatred for each other led them to be the manifestation of good versus evil. Therefore, the only way Sahlyncirle could defeat one side of the coin, is to summon the other.

It took some time, but as the promised time for the end of their world, and their universe, was at hand, Sahlyncirle intiated the ritual. Using some of his life energy, and the prayers of Sahlyncirle and everyone on his planet, he completed the ritual and called out for the High Seraph, who came to them with a holy army at her side. Quickly, she ordered the angels across the galaxy to repel the demons and save those of innocent whom they wished to claim the souls of, and she herself went straight for the Demon Lord.

As ordered, the Angels scattered to just as many planets as the Demons, staging battles all across the galaxy. With equal number of soldiers of equal quality across the worlds, the line was drawn in the middle, with neither side having any hope of an advantage. Even the battle between the Demon Lord and High Seraph Elena theatened to go on forever. The Angels with their celestial powers and the demons possessing powers not of this reality, have been locked in an eternal war of alignment that could potentially cause more harm to the universe than good. Would have been, however, until the mortal races of the galaxy, inspired by the courage of the angels, took arms against demon race by their side.

With the combined might of the angels and the thought-to-be weak residence of these planets, the demons began to lose their foothold. The forces of two armies against one was too much, even for the Demons. However, they stood their ground in realization that the mortal race were still divided among the planets, and could work symbiotically with the other forces of the universe. However, even then it was a matter of time before it became moot. Descending upon the most technological of the global civilizations, the Angel of Progress, Sorawitano, assisted the people of the then-nameless planet in advancing their technology forward and developing the first space-flight that the system has ever had. With this, now the mortals could travel around the planets just as the angels and demons could, and provide even more assistance, and morale as planets finally are capable of a union.

However, while the galatic warfare have changed its lines in the sand, The leaders of the angels and demons were still having their showdown near the sun and the moon of the galaxy. Their mastery over the angellic and demonic arts expanded beyond them as they collide, rendering all forces of mortals, angels, and demons alike incapable of going anywhere near with their lives intact. The cosmos shook and the planets quaked, as the battle went on for days. Even when outnumbered and outmatched, the Demons still held on to what ground they had left, betting everything on the victory of their lord, so that he may come down and smite the fools who resist them. In turn, the Angels prayed for the victory of their High Seraph so that this war may finally be over.

The end result was a surprise, for they were all victorious, and at the same time defeated.The worlds were blinded by a flash of light stronger than any flare of the sun as the two leaders delivered their final blows.

When the light vanished, however, so too did the leaders. No one could sense them, and the worlds and cosmos calmed. Not a speck of the High Seraph or the Demon Lord remained, and it was as if they were never there. To this day, those of religion debate what has happened on that fateful day; some have said that Elena sacrificed her life to destroy the Demon Lord, some say they destroyed themselves at the same time, and others even say that Elena, after seeing what was going on as they fought, proposed a change in location to avoid bystanders, and that they're still fighting to this day.

Without the Demon Lord at their side, the Demon army fled back to the depths from which they came. In turn, the angels, victorious but at a price, helped the galaxy for a little while with the reconstruction of what was destroyed in the warfare and the lives of the victims of this great war. After getting the mortal races to their feet and made sure they could handle themselves from here on out, the angels left to a realm beyond the stars until the time came when they were needed again.

However, there was still two last thing left unchecked. The first was that, now that they were known of each other they had to discuss how to best handle the trade and rules of the newfound galaxy. The second was to do something about the person responsible for all of this.

Throughout the war, Reshkolc hid himself from demons and people alike on his planet of Seldke, only coming out when the war was finally over. Considering the fact that everything the Demons have done could be blamed all on him for summoning the Demon Lord in the first place, anyone who would find him would most likely execute him on the spot, ...under normal circumstances.

However, Sahlyncirle, whom the heavens and his world has declared a saint, suggested that he assist in finding him, rather than the soldiers angered and still hurt by their losses. Finding him like this was easy enough with his Psionic abilities, and he eventually came to him, his allies staying outside expecting Reshkolc to fight back despite his age. However, Reshkolc was unarmed nor hostile, and while some say that he was simply pretending, others say he felt remorse and guilt for what he has caused, ready to repent for his actions that almost doomed the very galaxy he hoped to simply discover.

Either way, Sahlyncirle, innocent and naive as he was, declared to assist in Reshkolc's redemption, placing his punishment to hereby stay at his side and discover, as well as help, the planets they have joined with. Their first order of business together was to form an alliance of planets under one rule, to ensure a war like the last one would never happen again. The people all nominated Sahlyncirle to be that leader, and Sahlyncirle, though hesitant at first, accepted his place as the galaxy's leader with Reshkolc at his side. He declared Omendylli as the capital of this government, and when asked for what planets were most important, he declared that none were any more important then the others. There would be no rank, no inferior or superior planets or races. Under the advice (or Manipulation, depending on the version of the story) of Reshkolc, it was also decided to explore beyond the system, and giving the peaceful law of the Galaxy to others that may be suffering without knowing that there was a place to relieve them of it.

Thus the Empire of Sahlyncirle, (supposed) ruler of the Reshkolc galaxy, was born.

Cut to one million years later, and the Empire is still going strong. There were several rebellions and wars throughout the years of course, some on a small scale, and some on a rather large one, but the Empire stood against it all.

However, like any government, the Empire isn't what it used to be, barely holding onto the beliefs of St. Sahlyncirle. The planets and its people are now ranked economically and socially in classes of superiority and inferiority. Oh, but the idea of converting as many planets in the galaxy and beyond was still existant. In addition to this, crime is at an all-time high to the degree of a conglomeration of criminal organizations beneath the Empire's surface. The expansion difficulties as well as internal warfare and planetary civil wars has led the imperial military to be never catching a break.

Because of all of these factors, the occupation of a Mercenary, guns for hire, have become a rather popular career path for those who can't truly live the life of a normal citizen. The empire's economy as a whole is incredibly stable after all these years, and those factions that are desperate enough to hire mercs are usually those who pay well for them. As such, A good mercenary can retire and claim to have lived a good life for himself, assuming he or she lives long enough to see it through. All kinds of mercenaries and bounty hunters and assassins have come and gone throughout the years, and while the empire has all but adapted them to their lives, finding more ways to ensure the successes of their own and destruction to all opposition, they always found a way.

However, among the many jobs they've lived off of, none would be more successful then what's possibly to come. Many of them are predicting a giant war on the horizon, one on a galactic scale, much like in the legend. To the empire it's something that will truly be a make-or-break scenario that could give them the greatest victory, or absolute defeat. For the Criminals beneath them, this war would be a chance to take what they never could before, and become more successful than ever. For any of the bystanders, they would have to fight or hide in fear. But for their Mercenaries, this was the prediction of the ultimate jackpot, the single greatest pay-off-or-die scenario that was only a dream to some.

However, there might be more to this then simply a giant war. No one knows who the Empire would face for this, and amidst the shadows arises a mysterious woman known simply as the Sorceress named Alice with a powerful warrior by her side. Slowly but surely, she is ascending up the ladder towards meeting with the Emperor himself, but to what end is anybody's guess.

In a Galactic empire filled with soldiers and a Myriad population, it's inevitable that it would require a larger amount of Orphanages. Ahevlah is a planet that became dedicated to being the planet where all the orphaned children of the Galaxy would come to peacefully wait to be adopted or grow up in the Orphanage itself. Chosen to for its fantastic beauty, its pleasent and gentle wildlife, and the harmless gases creating a rainbow sky. The Imperial government established a global orphanage on this planet, and restricts all but children and caretakers from living on it. Because it's a facility overseen by the Empire, it is, like other planets, financed for the sake of the children, often letting merchants or those looking to adopt through to do their deeds and be on their way. Children are welcome to stay here until their species-respective adulthood, in which case they must either leave to find their path in life, or stay and become caretakers of the children.

It must have started around three, maybe even five thousand years ago, the planet was once a second rank planet filled with many people. Because of it's placement in the outer rim of the Empire's central system, it was a place where explorers would come and go all over the galaxy from after enjoying the pleasent company of the locals.

However, eventually it was discovered by one of these explorers that the planet was capable of producing all kinds of rare and valuable stones from its soil. Once said information went public to the planet and the universe, all hell broke loose. While there were attempts to discuss peacefully how to split the profits of the distribution, nothing completely satisfied the citizens nor the people outside the planet. As a result, several different mini-factions and terrorists engaged in war for this material in an every-man-for-himself manner. Any attempts to stop these wars failed miserably, and despite how many have died, the war seems to have had no end to it. Eventually they completely forgot why they fought to begin with, and wars and fighting simply became an everyday routine for them. Everyone born on the planet was raised as a soldier regardless of gender or race, and now their only goal is to wipe out the other factions of the world without any knowledge nor care of why.

Because of the mindless brutality of the world, it became one of the exile planets to send the particularly violent criminals to die. But in addition, Berwatsen became a planetary goldmine for Mercenaries due to there always being a need for them in every faction. As such, it essentially became a place for mercenaries to go when they're bored, without any current job, and simply want to make a quick buck while enjoying the thrill of battle.

Agriculturely, Both planets are identical, capable of sustaining life and water like any habitable planet. The difference comes in that both have completely different cultures. As both hold only one specific gender each.

It's unclear how the Origin of these planets came to be. Their religion states that there was once two married gods named Jauque and Serena, (Because Adam and Eve is overused. XD)who each produced similar planets of life, but made the life on the planet in their image. Of course, scientifically, the theory is that the planets have always been there, but the unevolved apes splitted off due to the moon. It's possible that both genders shared both planets millions of years ago, but for cultural reasons split off using the gravitational pull of Meluva which comes inbetween their planets every 25 years.

Either way, the two planets are very traditional about their genders, proven by their cultures. While they both reached a point of technology that's only a few steps behind the galactic norm, their architectural, decorative, and health choices are based on their gender in specific. Normally it's forbidden for one of a different gender to enter the opposite planet, to a point that any who moves into these two are, by imperial law, separated by gender, even if they are coupled or married. Any from one gender who intrude on he other gender's planet are to be taken back, to be beaten, or to be put to death, depending on who they are and how many times they do this.

There is only one time they are allowed on each other's planets for the sake of reproduction. When Meluva reaches between the two planets, it stays there for five more years. As tradition states: The alpha of both planets, not political but by physical and mental prowess and decided by destiny, (I.E. They battle for it.) are taken to each others' planets. The alpha-male becomes the father of Sivys, impregnating the women of the planet. The alpha woman, in turn, becomes the mother of Dohtuqm, and gives birth to the children of the planet's men. (Usually by artificial pockets created by the women of Sivys using the DNA of the mother and the sperm of the father to handle so many different children being born at once.) When the objective is complete for both, the planets split up the children and move them to their respective gender's planets. Finally, the Alpha Male and Female are to ascend onto Meluva, marry, and give birth one final time. The resulting baby and the two Alphas are then moved to a 1-ranked planet and become a noble family.

As the name implies, Ecahe is a planet dedicated completely to the path of knowledge, enlightenment, and Education. As far as the eye can see, the planet was covered in many different schools of different levels and different types and right at the center is the largest Library in the galaxy.

Architecturely varying depending on the department, with some showing more modern or advanced architectures while some looking more victorian and classic. The gigantic Library in particular has a particularly stone-greek architectural exterior with a very cylindrical ten-story interior, and spherical roof of stained glass.

Often considered a Rank 1 planet due to how expensive the education is, those who enter the facilities of this planet are said to walk out as the most brilliant minds of the galaxy. While the schools are of different owners and deans with different level of tolerance and some additions and subtractions of rules, the laws of the planet are generally the same, such as requiring a uniform for all students and teachers alike.

Because of its worth to the empire, it was declared an "X"-rated planet with only students and teachers being allowed to live on it. That said, people from across the galaxy are allowed to visit it, if not to demonstrate the many schools for their children then to visit the library within.

Quite possibly the planet that holds the most life in the empire technically speaking, in that it's the only planet where Nature seems to have the most influence. The entire planet is an entire jungle and patches of rainforest, filled with many different kinds of flora and plant life.

But what really got its popularity was its fauna and wildlife, all kinds of different animals and creatures popular and rare, local and alien, appear on this planet. It's often the best place for herding galactic meat into Gafbar farms, and is the home to often intelligent races as well as beasts.

However, because of the many animals on the planet, some considered valuable, rare, and even endangered, the Empire has established a Safari Protection Agency on the planet, using the intelligent residents as its leaders and primary members, to protect from Poachers and hunters. To further ensure that no artificial damage can be done to this planet's eco system,it has been issued an X-classification and forbade anyone from living on its surface, except for members of the S.P.A.

Due to its excellent soil and its citizens skill in farming, Gafbar was immediately considered the number one planet for natural food and meat. As the "Planet of Vegetation" implies, the Farmers of Gafbar possess exceptional crops all across the planet without interruption from factories or any polluting factors. With the entire planet used for edible crops, there is always enough to ship to other planets for food, and even the worst harvests can amount to a percentage of able crops.

In addition to this, in collaboration with Fubakfem, some of the more harmless and edible of the animals are shipped to Gafbar to live out their days in peace, produce families, and eventually become meat to deliver to other planets as well. Because of the different task comparisons between animal and crop farming, all the farms are split between those that harvest crops, and those that harvests meat. Very rarely does a farmer have the dedication to man a farm capable of both, and when they come their stuff is either really good, or really terrible.

Gafbar is also a very welcoming planet filled with enough room and villages to move a family to. Of course said family would have to handle being without the tech of the other planets as well as living farmer and merchant lives.

None remembers what Iswarhemd was like in the beginning, but during the demons rule the planet itself turned into something out of a nightmare. No sun shines on the surface, a cave-like environment almost entirely submerged in deep waters. A breeding place for madness-inducing creatures, making all who stay there lose their minds, be it from voices in the dark, shivers in the cold or eyes constantly watching. Which is why it has turned into the biggest insane asylum in the Sahlyncirle empire, a prison for those that have already relinquished their sanity to their hatred and fear of all other things. A rank 3 planet, but also one of the three planets of the damned. For obvious reasons, none in their right mind visit but those who must.

A place to immerse yourself deeper into your own mind and body, the rank 2 planet is inhabited by those seeking to enlighten themselves through training and studies. The monks and scholars of Iwalzem are acolytes of serenity, every day a blessing in their eyes, and an opportunity to further their understanding of themselves and the world around them.

Everyone longs for a place to relieve their stress and have fun once in a while, and the rank 3 planet has grown to become the biggest haven for doing that. All establishments cater to the various needs and wants of the empires citizens, though it is nonetheless regarded as a place of impurity and sin. Even so there is none who would think to cause it harm, be they upholders of law or criminals alike. A service without any judging can be a hard thing to come by if your means of life involve atrocities and that which takes place underneath the empires gaze. Thus Jylsevin continues to prosper as the biggest brothel in the galaxy.

A wasteland where your Life is as worthless as your ability to keep it. A World of anarchy where the strong prey on the weak, and any and all things one can and can not imagine are sold, stolen and bargained for. More than half the population consists of criminals kept on the planet by a prison-collar, exploding once they get into orbit. Setting foot on this god-forsaken rank 3 planet of the damned is akin to suicide, but for the criminals, murderers, merchenaries, pirates and other scum of the galaxy, it is a haven of freedom, and they would never let it become otherwise.

When a person reaches a retired age, more specifically someone with a lot of money or an outstanding position, they pay to live out the rest of their days on the planet Kynaq. Like Gafbar, it is a beautiful planet filled with water and plantlife, though unlike Gafbar, it's more for the peace and quiet then for any possible places for crops and farming.

Here lies the best retirement homes in the Empire, filled with only the best in food, service, and relaxation. Spas, massage treatments, hot tubs, golf, it has it all. Nurses and even a handful of doctors from Vilgowr come here to check up and keep the guests healthy relaxed. While they can't necessarily immortalize the patients here, they can keep them from Death's grip for as long as they can painlessly. To top it off, This is the place for life insurance consultation before hand, as well as services regarding funeral arrangements and tombstone placement on Tsotlu when they eventually do die.

A scorching planet that has been uninhabitable since the days of the demons appearance, when it turned into a seismic hell with volcano after volcano rising and sinking on its ever changing surface. The air is no longer breathable and the heat alone is enough to turn anyone into a crisp. But the extreme environment mean that is considered one of the most secure locations in the empire, only bested by Titrevgol. Through utilizing advanced force-field and hovering technology the planet has been covered in floating crafts used as high-risk prisons and other facilities for researching and testing new equipment. The rank 3 planet is however one of the planets of the damned, and some things on the actual surface are not made public.

Those that visit the planet for the first time might think it dead, as the huge desert covering the entire surface doesnt seem to further life of any kind. But the inhabitants know how to survive in the wasteland of the rank 2 planet. most wildlife appear from whatever home they keep during the days and nights in the dusk and twilight to escape both the heat and the cold. Various adapted plants also bloom in these short time-intervals to bask in the evening and morning glow.
The natives live the life of nomads, often surviving through following herds of the desert beasts along ancient routes laid by their ancestors.

During the demon's reign countless planets in the empire lost their moons and other orbital celestial bodies, which resulted in devastating environmental and later on social occurings. The influence of the celestial bodies on the lives of the planets inhabitants were made terrifyingly clear as many spiraled further down into disaster. Thus the "galactic moon" was made. A man-made planet utilizing warp-gate technology to share itself across the empire as a substitute moon for all those planets missing one. The surface is made of connected warp-gates corresponding to the receiving ones orbiting planets and other strategic locations throughout the empire. The receivers project a modified kind of tractor-beam as a gravitational pull on their targets while appearing as the original celestial bodies through enormous enveloping holograms.
While the fake moons belong to the planets and their use as warp-gates are sometimes said to be the greatest high-speed traveling network in the empire, Meluva itself is a rank X planet with highly restricted access. And the information on the actual technologies enabling the galactic moon to function is shrouded in darkness.

The Pearl of the empire, a rank 1 planet that has been the residing capital since the actual formation of the empire following the demons demise. Through some chance of faith, the planet actually lie in the geometrical center of the empire, shining like a beacon to proclaim its untouchable beauty. A place for the rich and influential, one can count themselves lucky to be allowed access.

Built by a madman with serious case of OCD, the military headquarters of the empire is a veritable display of the sheer power that will certainly rain down on its enemies. While the X rank directly corresponds to the hazard of allowing unauthorized personnel access due to the most important military facilities and by extension the most high-quality equipment they have to offer gathered in one place. Six orbital battle-stations and their guarding fleets however impose a zone of utter dominance against anyone harboring rebellious or thievish thoughts. The soldiers trained on the military centerpiece are considered the best in the empire, and former members that have yet to be killed for deserting are among the highest priced mercenaries.

A rank 2 planet with its gaze towards the skies and beyond, the home of the historic Reshkolc continues his quest to understand and see the whole of the universe. The natives are said to be born with a telescope in their arms, and their historians could recite the empires complete doings since the days of Reshkolc, the official as well as the unofficial one. On a more profitable note many make a living as navigators and logistical advisers here.

No rich citizen of the empire worth their weight in precious materials want anything to do with the thieves, robbers, liars, burgulars, scam artists and spies of the infamous rank 3 planet said to have stolen its own cities. Other scum of the galaxy and those in need of individuals with peculiar skills however view them as valuable assets. Though finding a sought after individual among the bars, gambling dens and betting establishments when said individual would rather not be found can prove all but impossible. And when a society is run by its own criminals, there is no such thing as escaping the law.

A boiling pool of science and progress as well as rampant industrialization, the one planet big enough to house both rank 1 and 2 citizens of the empire. The never-ending city is inhabited by all who can survive the high tempo and automated environment, robots, automatons, androids and cyborgs all but constantly present on its streets and pathways. The spearheads in mechanical and industrial science and technology PROSPER and for those with a keen eye it equals the profits and simplifying of life itself. It is also the biggest social hub in the empire, drawing people from all cultures and ways of life.

At first, this planet didn't look that appealing. the planet's life is rather small with little in plant life, and the water supply being only in rivers rather than oceans, making look more akin to cracks in the planet, or giant islands.

Leave it to Sorawitano's finest to decorate it in buildings, bridges, and lights.

Like Sorawitano and Omendylli, Suhlejiwaces is a massive city-planet. But whereas Sorawitano is a city of industry and Omendylli a city of elegance and class, so too is Suhlejiwaces a city of romance. It has a position in the star system where it holds a beautiful night sky, its buildings and streets are smooth and clean to a fault, much like the waters of its rivers. Fountains are center all over town with symbols of companionship and the desires of a loving heart. Although the buildings for the most part are made of slick smooth metals, the streets are paved in fine white stone cement block by little block.

The finest wines, roses, and chocolates are made and placed in this world's finest love hotels and restaurants, and alot of them having rather high building so that customers may see the awe-inspired view both in the day and the lights of the night. Riverboats show the view of the city from the river as they ride on the smooth surface of the clean water, and of course, the love of music is also in the air here as the sounds of soft and gentle echoes in the cloudless skies.

Said to be the oldest planet in the galaxy, the countless inhabitants of the planet have all left their mark and knowledge for those coming after. Old ruins of ancient civilizations and tombs holding secrets of the galaxy itself, and since it became a part of the empire some of their most treasured objects and findings. Thanks to this, the rank X planet is the most highly guarded place in the empire, and not simply by their own effort.

A planet in constant mourning, the great graveyard is a symbol as much as its a place of eternal rest, the inhabitants upholding the widely different traditions of those resting in their soil. A rank X planet of a different kind, all who has a family-member among the uncountable graves are allowed access, as long as they have been able to keep on the grave-keepers good side. As it is a place for those still living to visit the memory of those dead, a myriad of different religions are practiced, without any but the occasional problem of friction between them.
Due to the grave-keepers strange view of family ties, it is not entirely necessary for one to be related by blood to be allowed access, though the actual differentiation process is something they keep secret, and because of this the planet houses one of the biggest families in the empire, the Melrolde Maffia. Who are among its most frequent customers as well as unofficial protectors.

A rank 2 planet where the might of science and technology is greatly inferior to the psychic power of its inhabitants, sometimes regarded as something more than mere psychics, as wearers of magical bloodlines and magical creatures. Ordinary logic and laws of physics hold a weak meaning in this strange place, where the imagination of those seeking a different reality hold supremacy.
A less known fact is that the uncrowned ruler of the planet is the one known as Alice the Sorceress, which makes the allegiance of those under her rule a question better left unanswered.

No weapons and no violence is accepted, nor is it likely to appear on this rank 2 planet. The single place where the demons reign in the long forgotten past did not result in a single death or struggle, whether it be from some special characteristic of the planet itself or from some cultural aspect of its natives, Vijolavij is Peace itself. And it has continued to uphold this nature throughout the whole of the empires history, the reason still no clearer.

Any and all diseases and injuries are able to be operated and healed, that is the code of the number one hospital in the empire, the rank X planet said to even trick death. If you have the money, connections or simply the might and mind to get someone admitted for the doctors and surgical geniuses furthering their skills here, you might see them alive and well regardless of your social or criminal status. There is no distinction for who gets sick or injured, and it is every menders call to make every effort possible for their patients.

There was once a planet known as Hykero, at close orbit of a sun, its station regarded as the most efficient solar-plant in the empire. It is unknown what caused the sun to bloom into a giant sphere of interstellar fire, swallowing the planet and its station in its ending light. And they were thought to have disappeared. However, when the sun ebbed, the station was still there, if not for its planet, said however to have became a part of the station now bearing its name. The "Solar station" now journeys pleasantly throughout the empire as a free planet, grown from its original size with the force it has drawn from the countless suns in its path. A rank 2 meeting place loved for its beautiful scenery at the doorsteps of any and all suns and stars.

The million year dynasty, the system's first, current, and only united government with the planet Omendylli as its Capital.

The Empire is ruled by one Emperor, and governed by a 26 Senator court (Theoretically representing all 26 planets, but since at least one planet's filled with insanity and the other's in a state of anarchy, a representative of the Solar Station Hykero, and one extra from Sorawitano takes their place. The senator of Lebacrow being a Warden of its prisoners.) on the capital planet of Omendylli. Regardless of how true or false the story of its origin is, the fact remains it is indeed a government that miraculously lasted for a million years. The position of Emperor is, of course, decided by royal blood rather than by public vote in trust of the galaxy they rule over, much to Sahlyncirle's dismay. When Sahlyncirle passed away suddenly, His son took over before the government had time to even prepare a poll. Since that son so effectively continued his father's will as a good and kind emperor, the government decided together to keep the bloodline of Sahlyncirle in charge in the hopes that his descendant would perpetually keep in a time of absolute prosperity.

...As common sense would dictate, this theory fell flat. Slowly as the generations went by through out the years, the rulers' social and personal qualities varied from one generation to the other, and what was once an admittingly naive view of perfection has degenerated to a typical state of government in which the emperor rules over while the Senators simply advise. Still, while they weren't quite the saints that Sahlyncirle was, they weren't all necessarily terrible either. The Previous one bringing about a golden age for the empire, while the current emperor keeps it as intact as possible.

Each planet in the Empire, with the exception of Iwalzhem and Kiacrastil, is governed and ruled over by their respective senators, each one having a different rank while on their home planets to better fit with this status. While they are the law-makers of their planets, imperial laws approved by the Emperor's final say, however, they must abide by on their planets as well.

As a whole, the Empire is in a state of a light-democratic/republic system. While they have no say in who rules as emperor, they do nominate and vote their respective senators, and make bill suggestions for their laws.

Their law-enforcement status is moderate, as is their status of Education thanks to the planet Ecahe for its open services. Their Military status is beyond a superpower, as is typical for a galactic military, and are more then capable of defending their worlds. Their economic status are at a moderate level, but clearly capitalist in nature, giving the galaxy a split in social and economic class. Their currency comes in two forms: Salls, and Cirles. In a sense, they are equal to the Dollar and Cent respectively.

Not long ago, An expedition for discovery and expansion found another system of planets not far from the Sahlyncirle Empire. However they found out that it was another united planetary empire like them, and unfortunately they were quite hostile. It makes sense when one thinks about it, after all, in the mind of two empires the universe is only big enough for one expanding and conquering form of government.

However, because the Expedition were attacked immediately upon entering, and the empire itself is unwelcoming of anything from the Sahlyncirle system, all other details are unknown.

(Windstormugly will be the one who will show you the details of this one.)

At the center of it all, and serving as both the lynchpin and the leash of the Empire's crimes is the Melrolde Mafia, located beneath the forbidden planet of Tsotlu. Also known as the most dangerous and wanted group of people in the galaxy, with their boss, "The Eclipse", being the Empire's Public Enemy Number One.

The exact origin of this group is unknown, the only thing that's a fact is that around five hundred years ago they appeared in the Empire's shadow from practically out of nowhere. The Eclipse has always been their boss from day one, but whether it's simply a rank that is passed on from one to another in the family, or if there's always been one seemingly ageless leader is unknown.

Their ultimate goal is also unknown, but their activities aren't, much to everyone's disturbance. Under the Eclipse's orders, they have been leaving the normal and moderate crimes to their affiliates, while they themselves perform the more extreme and unforgivable crimes. Murders, Bombings, Threats straight to the Emperor and the world, Torture, Massacre, Experiments on any and all living sentient and sapient creatures in the empire, and more. They're the criminals that all other criminals fear, and that is how they so easily bring them together.

In this universe, there exists two different groups of pirates: The Anquall and The Inquis. While they are called Pirates of the Sea and Sky respectively Both crews are equal in their capability of regular flight, seafaring, and of course, spaceflight. While the sea and sky are indeed territories, the true difference between the two pirates are not in capability, but in their ways of life.

The Anquall represents the pirates of old, the buccaneers of the ancient seas filled with superstition and simple terror tactics. They are a traditional bunch that existed generationally before even the Empire. Ever since the supposed war between the Angels and Demons, they have been believing the idea of terror within the void of stars called space. While superstitious belief have made them quite gullible, they also had the advantage of making them more cautious, thinking about the potential dangers ahead before jumping into them. Their methods of attack, however, are less subtle. They make themselves known rather quickly, and as such, must act immediately to do what they came for and rush out, or simply taking the ship by defeating its crew and captain if that in itself is what they are after.

Respecting the old ways and traditions, the Anquall are also considered honorable, bound by morals and codes, as faint as a Pirate's code may be. They take only what they must, kill only who they have to, and if they're in-need of a Hi-jacking, always force the crew to join them, or strand them somewhere. If a Parley is endowed, they are to follow it through, and if there's treasure, they take it for their profit, and to each their own with said profit.

In this universe, there exists two different groups of pirates: The Anquall and The Inquis. While they are called Pirates of the Sea and Sky respectively Both crews are equal in their capability of regular flight, seafaring, and of course, spaceflight. While the sea and sky are indeed territories, the true difference between the two pirates are not in capability, but in their ways of life.

The sea is vast but is bordered by land, while the sky is without limit. The Inquis represents pirates of the modern age. They are disbelieving of the old supersitions, and are by far the more reckless and ruthless of the two crews. Most of them are simply Anquall pirates who performed mutiny and made up their own crew away from their former crew and their light-hearted captain. Because of how impatient and annoyed they were at the Captain they been taking orders from for years, they ensured to be as far from his nature as they could, rushing into the dangers their previous are too cowardly to face. However, their methods of attack are actually more preferring intellect rather then brute strength, they are willing to, and in fact prefer to, lie, cheat, blackmail, and trick their victims into horrid situations to get what they want. They do terror tactics much like the Anquall, but unlike them, they take it a step farther by shooting at the ships regardless of how populated the decks they could blast off are, and killing innocent people as a warning to any.

As for the old ways and traditions? To hell with them! They are the very land that keeps the sea from being as limitless as the sky, and as such are nothing more than a burden holding them back. The same game goes for the very concept of morality and sentimentality. They are pirates, after all, predators of the starry sky, why should they care about their prey? They have no codes or honor, just as a Pirate should not have; once they have their victim, they are set on taking everything from them, even their lives. They do not respect the concept of parley, and in fact, insulted by the very idea, will shoot to kill anyone who attempts to engage one.

Among all under the Melrolde Mafia's guidence, there is one that is the most active, and by extention the most cruel.

The Monacle Syndicate, named after their leader's Alias "Monacle", has been essentially the Right-Hand of the Melrolde Mafia, with it being the leading force of moderate level crimes. Much like the Melrolde Mafia, no one knows where this Syndicate came from, but it's one of the more recent, and more impressive of the criminal organizations, catching the Eclipse's eye rather quickly.

While the Pirates simply do what they wish, the Syndicate are the ones who keeps the Black and Blood Economy flowing through the Empire's shadow. While they do take orders and request from the Mafia from time to time, they mostly act alone to stabilize and govern the many criminal trades. With that said, they are also the Jack of All Trades, often doing and overseeing drug traffic, slave traffic, necessary assassinations, and the black market that trades all of the above and more. Any criminal or even Mercenary beyond the newest and most naive knows about this Syndicate, and how useful they can be for the right price.

It has been said that the Demon Astronomer's only want in life was to discover and explore the worlds beyond his own. As such, in honor of this desire, people have gathered thousands of years ago to form the Reshkolc Expedition, a group of explorers whose sole purpose is to travel to the ends of the universe and discover new worlds and new lives.

In a more perfect reality, that'd be all there is to it. But however, the Reshkolc Expedition is not only used for this purpose. The Empire has used the expedition to expand their territory, setting to conquer every planet they find regardless of whether or not its already populated. Because of this, the Expedition is a VERY dangerous faction to be in, for they are at least pretended to be simple explorers and scientists with soldiers and Mercenaries hired for their self-defence. They themselves have no weapons or anything to defend themselves with besides those hired guns the empire provides, so as to assure to any populated planets they come in peace. Of course, there were a few cases where the planets were hostile and to their landing, such as when they first discovered a planet of the Lenrohme Empire, and said neighboring hostile Empire by extension.

Another down-side is that their nomadic lifestyles lead them away from home very often, and not so often do they return. Even when they do return to give an imperial report of their findings, they are immediately sent out to scout and discover even more. As such, this is not an occupation for someone that has a family they cling to or rely on, unless they too travel, a very risky option considering the danger.

But despite all of this, this is the perfect faction for someone who simply wants to see the Universe, and discover new things that no one else in their empire knows about. Would-be explorers dream about being able to join this expedition, despite its dangers and political purposes.

Currently the most popular occupation for a decently able person to be, the hired guns, doing favors and requests and yes, even performing hits, and all for rather decent amounts of money. Many young men and women of at least decent skill in fighting and arms nowadays strive to be a Mercenary if nothing else.

With so much going on as of these last years, it's not hard to see why. The Current age of the Empire is something akin to a silver one compared to the last generation, and with the Nobles of the class 1 planets, the wars of Berwatsen, the money spent on crimes for the Syndicates, and the need for defensive guard for the Reshkolc Expedition, not to mention the hostility between the Sahlyncirle and Lenrohme empire, it has become an age where the Hired hands thrive, and paid guns prosper. A fairly decent Merc, with the right skills, the right talent, the right wisdom to pick his jobs properly, and can actually live through it all can start from an economically poor life to retiring in Kynaq with his family set for life.

Of course, that's not to say it's an easy job to have. In fact, in addition to being the most popular occupation, it's also the most risky and dangerous occupation, with an average of over 75% of new young Mercs winding up dead within the first to second years.

The reason for this is fairly obvious: Amateur/Beginner Mercenaries SUCK!

Harsh as it may be, the fact is that a Mercenary just getting started has the best chance to die. It's common that they start off young, impatient and confident in skills they think they have but may not have enough of. Uncommonly, but still possibly uneducated, or rather not educated enough yet; there have been a few times where they started off their lives as Mercenaries before they graduate/after they drop out of High school in fact. Even if they are educated, as popular as it is, there is no such thing as an Academy for Mercenaries, and what most Mercs have to watch out for in such a dangerous and shady field are nothing public or even Private schools would be able to teach them. For example: don't put all trust in a client, as it's a very unfortunately common strategy, especially underground, for a client to hire mercenary, and kill them once their task is done so that they keep the money. The Military are also very strict in their allegiance. So if you enter the Military, you can't quit. Because of this, if they decide to be a Merc, unless they have the money to hire a veteran mercenary to train them, they are on their own. They must strengthen and enlighten themselves, something that's not easy at first because, again, they wouldn't exactly know what they're messing with.

That being said, once they are able to survive the first couple of years as a Mercenary they should be able to do just fine for their rest of the years after. Though of course it doesn't mean they can let their guard down.

Mercenaries usually act independantly and alone, so it hardly counts as an actual 'faction' per se. However, those who are Mercs and have lived long enough to have experience often know each other and in some cases, even join up into teams to better do their jobs at the price of sharing the profit. There's no code or rules for the Mercenaries to follow, as the general rules of the trade are depicted in Common Sense, and no one to look up to except perhaps their mentors if they have any. They have no real place to call home, though they often gather in the Solar Station of Hykero, Sorawitano, or often Berwatsen, a planet often used for Mercs to make a quick buck due to its perpetual state of war.

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Name: Crystakero
Class: Cruiser
Commissioned: 40 Years ago
Built: Sorawitano's Central Ship-yard
Technology: Advanced Sorawitano "clockwork"
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Size:
Engines: "Hydra-PGX-4E" - A decent, albeit outdated, engine that that ship has had since its creation. The Hydra engines have been a very popular choice of engine for many ships over the years and many different models and versions have been created for consumer interest. Because of their durability in combat and capability of withstanding time, it's not uncommon to see a bunch of ships with old and outdated engine models like this one. However the flaw it creates is that there are still a few bugs problems with the models that newer versions have ironed out.

In the case of this 40-year old ship, nothing proves this better. It does have its good qualities: The speed is decent, it can endure a decent amount of damage and stress, and it is capable of Faster-Than-Light hyperjumps through space. However, the jump speed is relatively low compared to other ships, it has its limit to both damage and stress, and because mercenary work pushes them from one planet to another so much without much time to stop, it tends to really hog up the fuel.

Weapons: Its main 'signature' weapon, so to speak, is a small chargeable forward laser "lance" on the bottom of the ship's frontal area. A chargeable laser lance is a weapon that, instead of firing small concentrated bursts of laser plasma like a bullet, fires a single consecutive beam of laser plasma for a limited time. It's a weapon specifically designed for the purpose of causing concentrated damage to a giant ship's reinforced hull, by slowly burning a hole in it. This way, the people inside the ship would be able to force their way into the hostile opposition without worry of blowing it up and taking all of its spoils with it. In addition, with the right precision and a little luck, the lance against a weak hull through the engineering deck of a ship could also cause damage to ship engines.

However it needs to be charged up before use, the beam can only last about 2 minutes before it shuts down, and because it often overheats after use, it takes even longer to fire a second round and on then it did in the first. Because it's designed for frontal use, it can only fire in the frontal radius, and because of its weak laser, while it can destroy any fighters that it directly hits, moving it around is a terrible idea. In other words, the lance is ill-effective against a squadron or armada.

In addition to this, The Crysta-kero comes equipped with two double-barrel laser cannons and currently has one torpedo tube, though it apparently can be upgraded to have two.
Crew: Azeal Crystallis (Captain)
Mark Astaroth (Scientist/Engineer/Weapons handler)
Serena Crystallis (Navigator)
Decks: 6
1. Main Deck (The Bridge/Cockpit essentially, located in the front of the ship)
2. The Lounge (The central area of the ship containing a couch, dinner table, TV, bathrooms, and more bedrooms then there are people for. Go a little far back and it even has a kitchen. The large dinner table is also used as a conference table of sorts.)
3. Med/Lab Deck (It was suppose to just be designed for medical purposes, but Mark insisted on making it his lab and renovated it to be such.)
4. Weapons Deck (Located below the bridge due to the position of ships' guns, the ship's weapons can be manually used here, or automatically used by the bridge upstairs. Because of this, the room is also where maintenance of the ship's weapons come to play.)
5. Engineering Deck (Located in the top-back of the ship, as the name implies, it's the deck that houses the Crystakero's Engine. As such, it is the area that has the most hull strength, and the area that must be kept maintained often.)
6. Storage Deck (Located in the bottom-back, this is a massive area of the ship designed specifically to house and store many things big and small. Need it be provisions and bought weapons to use, or delivery items they must take to or from their clients for the sake of their job. To keep to this, the doorway outside of the ship is also massive and the door opens outward to form a slope for easy access of rolling in these things.)

Background: The Crysta-Kero, or "SCW-5524" as it was originally called, was a ship created for the purpose of use for the imperial armadas as a quick scout cruiser to use for the purpose of deliveries of heavy weaponry and rations to where the were needed. But as the years rolled by, better ships were being made and more capable ships for the job were being created practically by th month. This ship was left in the dust, with nothing but the wear and rust to show for it. It was left on Sorawitano essentially to rot until Azeal Crystallis and his two allies came and bought it. Ever since, despite the glitches and bugs, it has been a valuable asset to the trio.

Name: Azeal "White-Light" Crystallis
Age: 45, or so he says.
Gender: Male
Species: Unknown at the moment, though he appears human.
Appearance: A rather gruff-looking man, who, despite his stated age, appears more like he's in his mid-30s then anything else. He's stands at about 5'4" with tanned caucasian skin medium-length dark brown hair and emerald green eyes. His casual attire consists of a black T-shirt with a flame design, or rather the white outline of a flame design, brown jeans, and what appears to be a pair of soldier-issue combat boots, in addition to his two holsters for his two guns strapped on his waist.

When on a mission, however, a full combat armor developed by his scientist is in order.



Planet of Residence: None, preferring to live on the ship as a Nomad.
Alignment: Neutral
Faction: Mercenary
Position/Occupation: Captain of the Crystakero
Psionic?: Yes. Though he's certainly no master, he has a very odd form of Psionics, a "White" Pyrokinesis. That is, a form of Pyrokinesis that calls up a white flame. A normal flame is orange, but a flame of more concentrated heat, and therefore of a higher temperature, becomes white as a result. Azeal's version aren't as rediculously hot as white flames would most likely be normally, this is most definitely more powerful than normal pyrokinesis, capable of dealing more damage to armor and metal in general then usual flames, but at the cost of being more exhausting to use then normal. Azeal uses these flames in two different ways, either by throwing them in the shape of fireballs, or, his personal favorite, wrapping them around his fists, enhancing the power of those fists.
Weapon: He usually prefers his fists against enemies, combined with his pyrokinetic flames for those especially armored or tough folk. However on the occasion he can't use his fists, he is capable with guns and has a couple laser pistols holstered at the waist
Personality: For a gruff and experienced mercenary, he's actually quite laid-back, and quite calm to the point of being lazy. When something unimportant arises, he usually lets his two other crew members deal with it and go get himself some sleep. (Though he has a rather wide range of "Unimportant". From a slight malfunction on the ship, to a freaking pirate attacking them!) However, when a job pops up, especially a particularly paying one, he gets active on getting it done, despite his demeanor still being calm and laid-back, beneath which would be happiness in finally getting paid.

Also despite being a Mercenary known to be somewhat bloody with the jobs he's given, Azeal is often a somewhat happy and kind fellow sometimes helping people out that he spots are in need of it for the hell of it. The calm demeanor gives off wisdom and experience in this job, in that he knows what kind of jobs pay better than others and tend to avoid any involving the more shady and corrupt clients, since their jobs are never quite morally sound, and their rewards are sometimes a bullet to the head for it anyways.

Yet despite this, Azeal often seems to keep to himself about a lot of things. Only his two crewmen know for sure of his past and even then he prefers not talking about it to them unless something of that past comes to haunt them.

Backstory: Not much is known about Captain Crystallis, not his crew. Twenty years ago, he just showed up out of the blue with an old outdated ship and just started working as a mercenary. It's rumored that he's from outside the system of Sahlyncirle, possibly even from the Lenrohme empire, but nothing has been confirmed about him yet. However, ever since he showed himself to be quite capable and made himself known to other mercenaries despite only being around for 20 years, even getting a nickname for himself by the name of "White-Light" due to his unusual pyrokinetic psionic energy.

Other: No matter what attire he's in, two black gloves with white outlines are always on his hands, even when he's asleep, there's also some kind of golden ring on his right ring finger. Also, it's noted that he's been known to often smoke cigarettes.
Theme Song: (Optional): TBF (To be found)

Name: Alice Nerocristus
Age: Unknown
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Appearance: The sorceress looks just as the rumors say, elegant in her beauty, masking the blood on her hands with silk. She is a slim woman in her primal-years with long ebony hair, and soft caucasian skin. Her eyes, along with the top half of her face, is hidden in what appears to be a red-and-purple masquerade mask. Her body is covered, head to toe in dark-blue dress, the color of the night, long silk gloves on her hands, and slippers of jet black on her feet.

Her mask (What appears to be a blindfold covers her eyes from sight.):

Planet of Residence: Utwoxalra
Alignment: Neutral-Evil
Faction: Her own
Position/Occupation: Sorceress
Psionic?: Psionic energy is her mastery, and she uses it with fearful results. Psychokinesis, Pyrokinesis (The normal kind, mind you.), Telepathy, barrier-making, (Albeit small and temporary as they may be) she seems to have it all. In fact, rumor has it that she killed a high-ranking angel and stole its energy for her own, giving her the powers of an angel as well. Of course the sword she supposedly stole is the only real evidence of that so far, and it's possible that it's a fake.
Weapon: She stole a holy sword, an angellic weapon. But besides that, none. As a Mistress of the Psionic arts, she has no need for weapons.
Personality: As one might expect, The Sorceress is often quiet, rarely ever speaking, and by extension, enigmatic. However her personality comes across even in silence, as she shows herself to be quite cruel and possessing a kind of god-complex, often demanding worship from the planet she rules and accepts no one to be higher than her, not even the Emperor. This is shown not in her words but her actions, often abusing her powers to show herself to be superior to everyone else. Her words, when she does speak, are filled with a supreme arrogance and smug confidence, and often to let out a plan or orders to those she has under her foot.
Backstory: The legendary Sorceress of the universe, possessing the gift of Psionic energy at her very birth, and learning to use it at a young age. She was a prodigal child, gifted with power and the ability to use it, but at first not to treat herself as a goddess. Actually, at first, she was a kind and noble child, using her 'magic' for the sake of others, which eventually led her to ruling over her planet of Utwoxalra and by extension, its senator in the imperial court. However, Power ultimately corrupts, and as the years rolled by, she began to see only her own decisions and her own actions, rather than those of her fellow senators and Emperor, as right, and started to curse them (Not literally, of course) for constantly disagreeing with her. One day she vanished without a word, disappearing for weeks alongside her knight and bodyguard, Tristitia. When she came back, It was with a holy sword in hand, and the claims that she had slain an angel. Her ego skyrocketed from superiority to God complex ever since.
Other: There have been rumors that Alice also possessed the wings of an angel, further cementing the idea that she killed one, but she has never yet shown to have any, so this could be just baseless rumors.
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Name: Damien Sabath Sahlyncirle Jr.
Age: 47
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Appearance: Probably the most recognizeable face in the current generation of the empire, While he does look younger than he is, it's not by much as he still looks somewhat past his prime, and exactly large muscle-wise, and standing at 5'2". His hair used to be jet black, short and slick-clean. But as the years role by, his hair gets slightly lighter, going into a dark grey. His skin is rather tanned, and his eyes are a radiant sky blue. His attire, consists of a pure white robes of royal grandeur, including a white rectangular crown-like hat on his head. (Though it's mostly to hide the grey and whitening hair underneath.)
Planet of Residence: Omendylli
Alignment: Neutral
Faction: The Sahlyncirle Empire
Position/Occupation: Emperor
Psionic?: Not to anyone's knowledge.
Weapon: As the Emperor, the imperial soldiers around him, and his bodyguards are his weapons. However, should he ever somehow find himself alone and away from his empire, he has a powerful laser pistol on hand for self-defence.
Personality: As the Emperor, he is seen as a kind, charismatic and noble leader of the system. He's good with kids, would never hurt a fly, and essentially tries to help his subjects in anyway he can. He's learned from his father the philosophies and benefits to being a caring leader for the sake of his people. He was never quite as kind or generous as his father was, but he has tried to be for all of his time as Emperor.

However, at the end of the day he has been more of a politician then anything, often making decisions based on the advice of his senators then anything he himself orders up. It doesn't help that the current problems with the Lenrohme has forced him to essentially be a commander-in-chief of an army ready for, pretty much their first actual war against an equal opponent. War is not something he's necessarily used to, nor was the art of war taught to him by his father. As such, he is a novice tactician, relying heavily on the Top brass of the military to handle these war affairs.

All this considered, Damien Junior is considered by the more perceptive of his subject as a naive pushover, whose heart is in the right place, but whose brain is being tossed from one wrong place to another, not helped by his perfectionist thinking of trying to walk in his father's footsteps. This does not mean he isn't intelligent however, he actually has shown to be smarter then he may look, but he's simply scatter-brained and often panic in moments where he must act fast. Even his own children realizes that the Senate is more calling the shots then the emperor at this point.

Backstory: A Descendant of Sahlyncirle, like all emperors and empresses before him, and the only known son of Damien Sabath Sahlyncirle Sr. Damien Senior was often considered Sahlyncirle's reincarnation, due to his sense of honor, leadership, and care for the people beneath him. It is because of this that Senior sent the Empire into a golden age of prosperity throughout his run as Emperor. As such, it was sadly expected for his son to fill his rather large shoes and continue that golden age after he is gone.

It's understandable, however, that because of this, he was hard-pressed to be like his father, and while he has tried hard to keep the prosperity going, the Empire witnessed a silver age in the end. That's not to say a Silver Age is a bad thing to have after a golden one, in fact it's amazing he's kept the Empire going into this much of a good time with both an internal war ensuing and an external war just beginning to ensue in the horizon. But it made the perfectionistic emperor more prone to desperation and essentially letting the senate below run the show for him.

Other: N/A
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Name: "The Eclipse"
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Species: Unknown
Appearance: If the Emperor is the most recognizeable face, then the Eclipse is practically without a face. In every appearance he makes, need it be to the public or to his own people, he keeps himself in a complete silhouette, making it impossible to see him. For videos, he accomplishes this by using filters, and towards people seeing him in the flesh, he uses a bright spotlight behind him, making it so only those close to him can see him. Like an actual eclipse, those who tries to peer hard enough to look at him, shall find him to be the last thing they ever see again. Their attempts would be in vein anyways. To ensure that he would not be identified, even if his methods to keep himself in the shadows failed, he wears a black suit of tight armor, complete with a black helmet and a black shaded visor at all times. The only thing that is clear, however, is that he stands at a height of 4'11".
Planet of Residence: Tsotlu
Alignment: Neutral
Faction: The Melrolde Mafia
Position/Occupation: Boss
Psionic?: Unknown
Weapon: Unknown, though it's been said that he wields two energy melee weapons, and rumor has it he has a bunch of plasma rifles nearby.
Personality: Only those close to him in the Mafia knows the details for sure, but to everyone else he has only one personality: As charismatic, clever, and monstrous. The Eclipse is shown to be someone who keeps his cards close to him, who doesn't exactly place all of his trust on his subordinates, hence why he hides his face from even them. As a result, his goals are not exactly clear, though his actions of destruction, terror, and carelessness for life shows him to be someone who will do whatever it takes, and kill whoever he has to to get what he wants.
Backstory: Not much is known about this madman at all, not even his own allies know anything about him. Five-hundred years ago, a man by the name of the Eclipse first appeared on the television screens of every planet in the system and started its career with a bang by destroying seemingly random buildings from any of the planets in Sahlyncirle's reach. He made no demands, and no deadlines, simply doing to show the length of his power and the lengths of which he will use it. Ever since the "Black Sun Crisis" as it later was called, the Eclipse has been criminal priority number one in the empire for five centuries, five-to-six generations of people living in terror of this person and tried to catch him. It's unknown if this is even the same person, or if the role of the Eclipse passes through five-to-six generations of the lunatics at his side. To top it off, The Eclipse managed to find and unite the other area of organized crime in the empire into his control, have been using them to form a black-and-blood economy beneath the empire's eye, creating his criminal empire as a result.
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Name: Draco-Raptors, or "Dragons" for short.
Appearance: There are many different variations of dragons in terms of appearance, coming in all different shapes, sizes, and colors. However, a few aspects remain consistant in their appearence: they are reptiles, lizards specifically, possessing shining crystal-like scales of varied colors and patterns. Some of them walk on all fours while some can stand as humanoids. Some have wings, while some have serpent-like body structures.
Faction: Neutral
System: They're often found in both the Lenrohme and the Sahlyncirle empires, having no direct affiliation with either of them.
Home Planet: An exact home planet from which these dragons spawned from is unknown. They are often wanderers and nomads. However, they have been known to gather on Marnak, due to it essentially being a vast and almost empty desert, or on Lebacrow, due to it being inhospitable for humans to reside on.
Ability Traits: Their basic abilities are easy to note simply by their appearances. All dragons possess rock-hard scales on their bodies that are near-indestructible for normal weapons. The reason for this is simple, as all weapons in this day and age involve laser, plasma, and just plain energy, they also involve concentrated heat. A dragon's scales can resist heat due to the dragon's internal structure, in addition to adapting to environments of extreme heat like Lebacrow. Though that does not mean they can't be wounded. Enough laser or plasma fired at a dragon will slowly but surely damage its scales and wound the dragon itself. Also, rumor has it that the Dragons know of a way to immediately destroy a dragon's scales and cut through a dragon, which keeps the other dragons in line. In addition to this, while their perk comes in endurance, they are also stronger then any humans, which to be expected, given the size of most of these dragons, and their musclular size by extension. Some are weaker than others, however, and even the strongest would be able to lift a small fighter at best. To top it off, those gifted with wings are capable of flight, though they best ensure those don't get damaged.

Their signature abilities, however, those are the ones that are more difficult to fully explain, as nobody has ever actually dissected a dragon before. What is known, based on what is said by the Dragons themselves, is that dragons have evolved from lizard and are capable of the 'legendary' fire breath. ...Actually, it's not as 'legendary' as it's made out to be. Dragons supposedly have two sets of lungs, a normal pair that converts oxygen into Carbon Dioxide like a normal creature, and a second set that where those chemicals go through another stage entirely. When enough oxygen enters the normal set of lungs, IE a Deep breath, the carbon enters the second set of lungs and absorbs the hydrogen of the water in their bodies, to create Methane. In between these two sets of lungs, in the center of their hesophagus, is a small pouch that, due to the internal heat of these creatures, occasionally produces harmless sparks. Both gases go in there, and while the carbons dioxide is simply heated as a result, the Methane ignites as it leaves the body, creating a dragon's signature fire breath. This ability, while is commonly used enough to be well-known, comes at a price of dehydration, due to the Hydrogen that's needed to create the methane. As such, in order to use it, ironically enough, dragons must have water in their bodies. In addition, the spark pouch is the key to ignition, and if for one reason or another it stops working, the dragons would only be breathing out methane gas. A debilitated pouch is actually quite common for dragons, and unnoticeable since the cause is usually involves the pouch to stop working, and the pouch is completely numb all the time, not to mention it can be halted by a respiratory disease or a sore throat. In which case, they have the substitutes of either using a torch to light the methane with, or get a bag of thermite, usually made by grinding up scrap metal into powder and combining it with a ship's fuel, to use as the ignition device.

In addition, due to their intelligence, some if not most dragons are capable of using Psionic abilities, Telepathy, Pyrokinesis, and telekinesis being particular favorites of most of them. However, their level of psionic usage have yet to be beyond equal at best to human capability with them.

However, there is one other thing that truly makes them a species worth hunting for, their hearts. To put it simply, theoretically speaking, a Dragon's heart not only pumps the blood like normal ones do, but actually works to revitalize and even regenerate them. The oxygen that travels through the body through the blood enters the heart and causes it to excrete a special gas once every heart beat that resets the blood cells to their prime form and keeps them from decaying with age. By doing so, the remains of the gas do the same to every other cell in the body, keeping the dragon's body in a perpetual cycle that keeps them from aging. In other words, a dragon's heart keeps the dragon in an ageless state, immortal, as the fools would put it. But the fact is, they are HARDLY immortal, simply ageless. The gas created is reliant on oxygen, it can't regenerate a cellular count back to healthy levels, and there's not much it can do against diseases. The only death that dragons evade is by old age, they can still die just as many others ways as any other mortal. Regardless of this, however, a Dragon's heart is enough to make them target to the greedy and selfish, who see those hearts as fountains of youth.

Culture: Dragons are a nomadic race often living in isolation. They travel to one world, rest, use any means necessary to fly to another world, repeat. The planets they travel to are usually empty or at least less populated then most, but on the off-chance they, for one reason or another, have no other choice, they fly into cities and interact with the locals, working however giant lizards can not only to fit in with the environment around them, but also to get them a way to fly off to another world.

They are mostly Carnivorous in nature, though some have been known to eat plants as well. However, Dragons often only eat the unsapient creatures, never wishing to eat anything that can beg them to stop. Some dragons take it a step further by eating wildlife that are considered dangerous by others, providing a great meal and helping people out at the same time.

They aren't particularly traditional, nor religious, ...in most cases, anyways. For those dragons who decide to settle on a planet, they choose to set up their own traditions and believe in the gods their race once believed in, the dragon gods that supposedly gave them life and rules to follow, to which they do with upmost care. Most dragons however, travel and live together in a tribal-like community, with an elder dragon in charge.
Racial Characteristics: Despite being essentially giant lizards, they have evolved to actually be sapient, and in fact, quite intelligent. Dragons are the one of the galaxy's wisest and most intelligent races, as well as one of the most isolated and sheltered. They have lived for thousands of years and as such have enough experience in life to warrant said wisdom. While most dragons are essentially travelling hermits who prefer to stay away from everyone else, some are actually quite social and kind. In fact, despite their monstrous appearance, most dragons are actually known to be gentle creatures. Those who aren't are usually stubborn and misanthropic in nature, if not because they are young and reckless with a dose of superiority complex, then because they have had a bad history with other races and can't bring themselves to trust them. It should be noted that, for one reason or another, there have been cases of dragons actually falling in love with creatures of other races, mostly humans, despite it being frowned upon in both the scientific and dragon society.
History: Not much is actually known of the origin of these creatures, only legends and myths from millennias past. However, the most logical conclusions scientists can find is that they are reptiles that, through an unknown amount of time, evolved and adapted to reach a form of life similar to their own.
Other: N/A

Name: Dragon-Human Hybrids, or D-H Hybrids, or just Hybrids for short.
Appearance: As the name implies, Hybrids appear to be a fusion of dragons and humans, born from both of their bloods. The resulting hybrid does vary, but usually it comes in the form of a human with multiple patches of scales and possibly a set of dragon wings, in addition to a dragon's slit eyes, which change from normal to slit, usually upon reaction to an emotional stimuli.

Faction: Neutral
Star-System: Much like the Dragons, Hybrids are found in both the Lenrohme and the Sahlyncirle systems.
Home Planet: Also much like the Dragons, they have no home, no where to really call home. Usually they are taken in by the human parent, but there have been some rare cases of the dragons raising them instead.
Ability Traits: A way to consider the Hybrids are that they are superior humans, yet inferior dragons, possessing the best and worst of both worlds. A D-H Hybrid are usually physically enhanced in alot of ways compared to a human; they are faster, stronger, and more agile, though lacking a dragon's superior intelligence in a lot of cases. Even then however, they make that up with their ability to learn fast, though some are more capable than others. They possess more durability than a normal human, possessing some patches of the same scales that a dragon has, and depending on the dragon parent, some might be able to grow wings and fly, some might have at least one claw-like hand with super-sharp talons, and some might have both. To top if off, they are quite capable of Psionic magic.

However, the boost in physical ability isn't to incredible levels, the patches of scales aren't as powerful as a dragon's actual scales, and even if they were, they only have patches of varying sizes and they have no say nor control over where they are placed on the body, which are quite random. So they aren't dependable for them unless, by some miracle a patch happens to shield where their hearts are, ...and even then it'll take a lot less effort to break through then it would for a normal dragon.

Like a Dragon, they can also use a fire breath, but because of their inferior second set of lungs, as well as an inferior spark pouch, their breath are not as powerful as a normal dragon's. They can also use the option of Thermite, but they have to be incredibly careful with it, or it might very well kill them.

Then there's the worst aspect of a Hybrid, the ultimate negative to being a Hybrid: The "Millennium Curse". A dragon's heart is capable of making a dragon ageless, and while a hybrid's heart and blood as a result can make them live far longer then any normal human, like everything else, it is inferior compared to a pure-blooded dragon. Which makes an inheritant species error that creates the ultimate tragedy for these hybrids:

A dragon's heart revitalizes the cells of its body to keeps its age in a frozen state. In the case of a half-dragon's heart however, the revitalizing gas is not as effective, and as such, can only delay constantly the aging process, and is only capable of this for a thousand years. While exact date varies, depending on several factors, once they reach an area of time around a thousand years, the weakened heart can no longer produce enough revitalization gas to keep the body up and running, and the body starts to undergo a huge breakdown on the cellular level. A human was never meant to live this long, after all. The first thing to break down is also the most fragile and important thing, the brain. The Brain cells suffer decay and in some cases even apotosis, resulting in the hybrid suddenly suffering extreme brain damage, usually resulting in many nightmarish side-effects, and in most cases, becoming aggressive and berserk, attacking indescriminately in pain. The heart is still pumping out blood and gas at a low rate despite how damage it's become, making the body last for another few years, but eventually the heart will give up, and the hybrid finally dies.

Culture: They really have none of their own. Hybrids either live in the culture of their human side or their dragon side. They are however omnivores though.

Racial Characteristics: Their personalities are VERY varied between one another, some being gentle like the dragons, while others being far from the very definition. Their personalities are generally differentiated as human personalities are, but there are a few things to notice.

In their own ways, they see themselves as outsiders, as freaks not wanted on either side of the field. Some are depressed by this, while others actually embrace it as a feeling of being unique and their own person. Some even still ignore this and try to be of one or the other, usually failing but not stopping nonetheless. But the fact remain that they don't belong in the end, and they know it regardless of how they feel about it.

By the time they reach their first few centuries, there's a bit of a divide depending on how they lived their lives before this point. Those living with humans, those of which they knew being already dead, choose to either continue living their lives in one area, protecting the children of their friends and family or befriending and loving new people, or they leave and travel a nomadic life. Those traveling with the Dragons usually don't experience much change unless they themselves wishes to change. However, both sides, in their own ways, experience their taste of wisdom as the centuries roll on.

By the time they reach year 900, however, regardless of how they lived their lives before this point, they usually know what happens by the next century and fall into the 5 stages of grief, for their end were near. Suicidal thoughts are quite common at this point in their lives, so that they don't have to experience the curse like the others.

Those who do make it to year 1000, however, their mind starts to decay rapidly, resulting in a state of varied insanity. Some go berserk and attack indescriminately, some go unbearably insane which, while not always the case, can lead to agression and murder, and some simply go into a catatonic state, mentally paralyzed for the rest of their limited days.

In other words, regardless of their individual personalities, the Hybrids are a race that begins in tragedy, turns to joy, but ultimately ends in despair.

History: It isn't known when the first case has happened, nor who the first born hybrid, but there have been occasions where a Dragon and a Human ignored the border of species and loved each other to the point of having a child. As it turned out, for reasons that absolutely baffle scientists, the reproductive DNA of a dragon and human are, if just barely, compatible and capable of producing a child. Both species were equally disturbed by the results, and started treating them as they were, abominations, ...until they started dying off. Call it pity, guilt, or remorse for treating them harshly, ever since the "Millennium Curse" became known and popular, the two races began to treat them better, and didn't seem to mind their love affair despite the end result.
Other: In most cases, it's a male dragon and a female human that gives birth to a Hybrid, but there have been rare cases where the opposite happens, which in turn causes a few subtle differences between them and other hybrids, not the least of which being the method of birth.

Name: Demons
Appearance: Much like Dragons, Demons come in all different shapes, sizes, and colors with no actual consistency to them. No two demons look exactly the same in fact. The only consistent aspect of their appearence is the chaotic textures of their skin and that they look akin to humanoid monsters, some having names like imps, and some that are unexplainable in its terror, some in particular looking awfully close to humans or could gain a human form, need it be through shape-shifting or possession.
Faction: No earthly empire or faction dare rules over them. They follow their Demon Lord, regardless of his prescence or absense. Without his rule, they are in a state of anarchy and chaos, simply doing what they want, or doing what they were before the Demon Lord's disappearance.
Star-System: Hell
Home Planet: None
Ability Traits: Much like their appearance, their abilities also vary from one demon to another. They gain their power from the "Flow of Samuel", a flow of negative energy that runs through the realm of hell like a river. Because of this, demons are exceptionally more powerful in hell then they ever are outside of it, where they are cut off from the flow. That said, however, even in hell, the flow does not make them invincible nor capable of unlimited power. Their spells and abilities still rely on their own energy. The flow is simply a means to cast these things, rather then using psionic energy.
Culture: Hell is Hell, there's not much to say about it nor the demons' way of life. When a corrupt soul dies, it is the job of the demons to 'cleanse' them of their negativity to be absorbed back into the Flow of Samuel, their method for doing this being unending torment, after which the energy goes back to the living world to create new life from it. In addition, each demon is marked with a different design on parts of their bodies. These Marks are essentially coordinates to those specific demons for the purpose of summoning them to the universe. The Demons as a whole are much like a more extreme version of Kiacrastil, with demons doing whatever they want because they feel like it. The only one who kept them in line was the Demon Lord, and since he's gone what little government there was collapsed.
Racial Characteristics: Demons are just as varied in their personality as they are in their appearances. The most common trait they have, however, are a sense of love for freedom, and from that, essentially have every right to do what they feel like, tending to do so without hesitation nor discrimination. It's very common for the low-ranking demons to be at each others throats for some rediculous reason and fight each other. Even more common for demons to be doing random things or just slouching around simply because they feel like it. However, the higher their rank, as they seem, the more intelligent they are and the more they act on it rather than the instinct that chaotic freedom provides. Simply out of this instinct, do the demons of low or just inferior dare not even come close to them.

That all also seem to share an indescriminate aggression outside of their freedom, perhaps trying to prove themselves to be predators. Those of higher-classes also have this sense of aggression in their hearts but know how to resist and keep it hidden, keeping themselves calm. The higher their class, the calmer they can make themselves be. Despite this aggression however, another aspect they all seem to share is the complete loyalty and worship of the Demon Lord, and the Flow of Samuel. The former because it is the highest class and as such the one demon every demon respects for the strength of, and the latter for being what gives them their power, their lives, and ultimately their home.

History: The first demons, as it was said, were not demons at all, but Angels that broke away from the heavenly order for unknown reasons, (Plenty of theories, ranging from subtle crimes against the angellic law, to staging an all-out rebellion against it. But no matter what the reason, the motive puts even theologists into head-scratching debates.) and were banished to this monstrous realm as punishment. The Demon Lord, at the time, was said to have been a High Seraph. Their power once came from the purity of the "Great One" but once cut off in hell, the fallen ones instead gathered power from the only source they could at the time: the Flow of Samuel that made this realm so dreadful to begin with. The power corrupted their energy and their bodies with it, turning them into the Demons we know today. There are, of course, many mysteries to this that have yet been unsolved. The most striking being that hell is now populated with thousands if not millions of demons of different classes, and while no one can confirm this, scholars came to a consensus that there's no way that many angels rebelled and were banished at once, which could something else made the lesser demons.

Other: Demons are not by any means 'alive'. They are essentially ecto-plasmic or 'spiritual' energy, meshed together, gaining sentience, and incarnated into a demonic shape with flesh and bone and blood and all. In other words, they are incarnated "Souls". As such, they cannot technically 'die'. When a Demon ceases, its body turns back into energy and disperses to be reformed again into a new demon. However, if a demon is killed, it's also possible for the killer to absorb that demon and gain its power, though also the impurities that come with it.

Name: Angels
Appearance: Unlike Demons, the Angels have a simple appearance that barely has any variations, save for difference in gender, hair color, eye color, and skin color, and sizes due to age. All of them appear as humans with giant white bird wings, from their backs. No halos though. If they are not wearing white robes, then they are wearing armor and wielding weapons.
Faction: Similar yet opposie to the demons, Angels work for no one, yet look after the universe. They follow orders from the High Seraph, and are in a state or governed order even without their leader.
System: Heaven
Home Planet: None
Ability Traits: While they vary in level of skill, their abilities are generally the same, using what's known as "Holy Psionic" abilities, using the holy energy they draw from an energy core known only as "The Great One" in place of Psionic energy. They are exceptionally powerful in their own domain because of this, though that power weakens in the living universe much like the demons' power. Also like the Demons' power, the fact that they have something to draw on does not mean they have unlimited amounts, for they still must rely on their own energy to use anything.
Culture: Like with the demons, there isn't much to say about their culture. Heaven is an orderly paradise with the angels as the citizens, protectors, and enforcers of that paradise. A soul that comes to this world becomes an angel himself/herself, and are allowed to bask in its pleasures. They must however be careful, because all it would take is one severely broken rule and you drop to hell and turn into a demon. That being said, they do have a heirarchy of angels depending on their power and the purity of their souls. The purest of these souls ascend to become the High-Seraph, the supreme ruler of the Angels.
Racial Characteristics: As many would believe, Angels are beings of kindness and order. They are quite calm, gentle and kind in nature, usually speaking in a soft and pleasent voice. Additionally, they are often cautious and logical creatures, possibly comes with their ages, thinking things ahead and waiting patiently to carry out what they have in mind.

However Angels also have a darker aspects to them like anything would. They are strictly law-abiding, believing that Order is the absolute key to peace, which ultimately leads to a state of being that wishes to control everything it can to achieve that end.

History: Not much are really known about the angels, let alone where they come from. If we are to believe theologists, based on the records of the United War, then the Angels have no God over them, The "Great One" being a thing, rather than a person. Whatever it is, the Great One gave life and power to the Angels, much like how the Flow of Samuel did so for the Demons. Since their 'creation', they have been overseers, watching the universe below but striving to never actually getting involved or interfering. This changed, however, when the Demon Lord was summoned and his army intruded upon the galaxy. Using psionic magic to enter the dreams of Sahlyncirle, they persuaded her to summon them to the aid of the galaxy, and immediately got to work once they did. The rest is already shown through the history of the United War. Like the Demons, they evidently lost their leader in that battle as well, but unlike the demons who are locked in a state of anarchy without the Demon Lord, the Angels moved on and appointed a new High Seraph, and continued to watch the inhabitants of the galaxy ever since.
Other: Much like Demons, Angels are essentially sentient and incarnated spiritual energy. As such, they cannot technically 'die' only disperse into energy again or be absorbed by their killer to gain their power.

While the galaxy is vast, and star-systems exist in myriads, two empires stand out from the rest. The most notable one being the Sahlincirle empire, known throughout much of the galaxy and encompassing hundreds of stars. The other one however, is an empire shrouded in darkness. While the existence of the Lenromhe empire is as widespread as that of Sahlyncirle, what is known of its inner workings are less than the hostily encounters between the two.

After the war against the demons ended, all stars and systems banded together with their closest neighbors and formed a balance across the galaxy, all knew of the Sahlyncirle empire for its part in the center of the conflict. And while there are systems that have never had contact of any kind with that empire, all legends, myths and stories hold its name. But there are no stories of the Lenromhe empire. No age-old scripts or relations. None know when the dark empire emerged, or when it managed to supress and dominate all nearby stars and systems. During the last thousand years, its movements have however become more apparent. As has its hostility and agressive colonization of all opposition.

When the Reshkolc expedition encountered a planet under Lenromhe rule far out from the borders of the Sahlyncirle empire, but still close considering the supposed distance between the two capital planets. They were immediatly met with a declaration of war, a war against their empire itself, with no explenation and no remorse. The situation has since then continued to be a war of attrition, as the Lenromhe empire seems more focused on suppressing and putting star-systems around its other borders under rule. But the time will come when it wages direct war on Sahlyncirle.

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While there are many races living in the ever-expanding Lenromhe empire, some are native to its original star-system. And they are present throughout the entire empire as well as beyond.

Name: Nehlik
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Star-System: Primarily Lenromhe, but there are some living in Sahlyncirle as well.
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Ability Traits: (Explain these traits to the best of your ability, and like with the Psionics, show its weaknesses to balance out.)
Culture: (What are they like socially, what are their traditions or religion?)
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Other: (Any miscellanious details of note?)

Name:
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Star-System: (For now: Sahlyncirle or Lenrohme)
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Ability Traits: (Explain these traits to the best of your ability, and like with the Psionics, show its weaknesses to balance out.)
Culture: (What are they like socially, what are their traditions or religion?)
Racial Characteristics: (In other words, what are they like in regards to personality?)
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Name: Fehrab Goneland
Age: 100~
Gender: (Unless your species has a good reason to have one or two more, it's Male or Female)
Species: (Note: Angels and Demons are incredibly rare. Demons were pushed into hell while Angels aren't usually allowed outside of heaven. As such, I'm only accepting a very small handful of these two, if any at all. )
Appearance: (I allow Anime, Photos, Western Drawings, CG, and/or descriptions. ...Just keep it clean is all I ask.)
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Alignment: (Good, Evil, Neutral, or anywhere inbetween.)
Faction: (Take your pick.)
Position/Occupation: (If you're on a crew, or working for someone, what is it that you do?)
Psionic?: (Does the character possess Psionic capability? If so, what kind. (Note: It probably doesn't need to be said, but I'd appreciate showing the weaknesses to these Psionic abilities to balance them out.))
Weapon: (I'm only accepting laser/energy weapons. This includes melee weapons, as well as guns.)
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Other: (Any Miscellaneous things we should know about?)
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Name:
Age:
Gender: (Unless your species has a good reason to have one or two more, it's Male or Female)
Species: (Note: Angels and Demons are incredibly rare. Demons were pushed into hell while Angels aren't usually allowed outside of heaven. As such, I'm only accepting a very small handful of these two, if any at all. )
Appearance: (I allow Anime, Photos, Western Drawings, CG, and/or descriptions. ...Just keep it clean is all I ask.)
Planet of Residence:
Alignment: (Good, Evil, Neutral, or anywhere inbetween.)
Faction: (Take your pick.)
Position/Occupation: (If you're on a crew, or working for someone, what is it that you do?)
Psionic?: (Does the character possess Psionic capability? If so, what kind. (Note: It probably doesn't need to be said, but I'd appreciate showing the weaknesses to these Psionic abilities to balance them out.))
Weapon: (I'm only accepting laser/energy weapons. This includes melee weapons, as well as guns.)
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Other: (Any Miscellaneous things we should know about?)
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Crew: (Who is on the ship and what's their position on it?)
Decks: (How many different decks are there on this ship? Also state what they are. An explanation of them isn't necessary, but is appreciated.)
Background:

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Mason Hale's upbringing has turned him into a man with an unpredictable nature and a dangerous personality. He often wisecracks, telling dark jokes or making dark comments. His attitude is lax and nonchalant most of the time, always talking in the sort of tone so suave and calm that it's almost influential. When on mission, he takes the job seriously, in some aspects of course anyway. Off the job he seems like a casual man who jokes around just like any other. He also will flirt his way past a feminine obstacle without care.

Mason displays an impressive level of physical conditioning, his body seeming to be at its peak of potential for his age. His strength levels reaching the near upper limits of 2 tons. His speed being much faster than that of a normal human's, clocking in at 24mph(40kph) at a full sprint. His body is remarkably durable as well, allowing him to withstand hits from 'normal' everyday people at least a little longer than normal unless they are of the same or a greater strength level than he is. He also displaying a basic ambidexterity, allowing him to perform feats such as firing a weapon and attacking with a blade at the same time. In addition, his reflexes are remarkable, allowing him to dodge and maneuver around attacks with relatives some difficulty and react faster than normal humans.

Model: CEB-1200 'Death Dealer' SW-27 Energy Pistol

Type: Energy Blaster

Size: Average sized Pistol

Range: Accurate up to 150m, max range 250m

Ammo: 20 round cap
Damage Reference: Probably holds a higher kill capacity than any normal pistol, able to burn and scorch metals at the touch.

Description: This is a for the most part a standard blaster pistol. The only unique feature is the way it concentrates the blast to produce one that is slightly more powerful than a blaster its size. 

Rate of Fire: Semi Auto

Before he became a fully fledged bounty hunter, Mason was child from a family stricken with debt, as time progressed, they were thrown from their homes and forced on the streets where it all just got worse. His mother and father were getting to be regular beggars on the streets. Desperation was setting in for Mason, even at his young age, he saw what his parents were putting themselves through and he vividly understood. At the young age of 7, Mason was convicted of his first crime, theft. From there things escalated for the boy when he was taken to his first juvenile detainment installation, off world. At such a young age, this was all but inviting for the young man, the 'welcoming' he got first stepping in was something he'd never forget even now. Each hellish day and agonizing night made him tougher as he fought to survive in the place that he would call home for the next half a year. Notice was taken on Mason for being the new kid 'in town' immediately, being a human in this type of prison spelled disaster for him. After weeks upon weeks of merciless beatings, boundless threats, and bullying for his food Mason had finally had enough. A few days into his last month, Mason left to the chow hall, avoiding everyone around him. Mason sat down at the wall where no one but himself ate, he disliked being near the other kids, all them much older and intimidating, but they were all that way when it came to him. Mason's consumption of food was disturbed by the large shadow that was cast over him "Hey what do you have for me to eat human?" Said the voice of a boy that had been making Mason's life hell from day one. Mason looked up, his eyes were displaying both fear and blinding rage toward the massive alien juvenile. Unknown to the towering teen, Mason had filed down a safety knife from its harmless dull end to a deadly point for such an event. He had an idea of how to use a knife from what he had seen his parents do when they needed money. "E-eat shit, Llinar…" He stuttered, giving the smart-mouthed human retort to the hostile boy. Mason was picked up by the tower of a child and slammed against the wall forcefully, causing him to gasp out as the wind was knocked out of him. Mason arms weren't restrained fortunately for him, as he heaved and struggled for air, Llinarr spoke. You'll wish you hadn't said that.. The massive alien spoke grimly, cocking back his large arm, preparing to strike Mason's face. The human seven year old shut his eyes and jabbed the weapon toward the alien's throat, lodging the knife in his carotid artery. His grasp weakened as he was only able to gasp for the air that escaped from the hole in his throat.

Mason's look of anger never vanished from his face as he drove the blade in deeper, listening the choked sounds that Llinar made each time. A crazed grin forced its way onto Mason's face as the boy's black blood began to spurt from his wound. Mason knew what that excess in blood loss meant, his heart was beating like it was in shock. "Scared to die? You don't have to be anymore…" He said in a dark tone to the dying boy, finally getting free from his grasp. That's when he noticed, everyone in the hall was watching him, they had all seen what he did. He shot glared toward each and every one of them, his black, soulless eyes piercing daggers into them all. Before he could continue on with Llinarr and watch him die, he was hit in the neck by a stun round, instantly putting him on the ground. Once he finally came to, he was surprised to see he wasn't awaiting death row, instead he was put in a solitary confinement cell. He spent the rest of his sentence's months there, getting released when his added three years was up. After coming back into the public he began looking for work. There weren't exactly many places willing to hire a ten year old though, his life on the streets reminded him of a place he could go; the underground.

After a while of looking he finally found who he'd be doing business with for the next eleven years. A man who went by his underground name of Monocle, a man who had proved to be so dangerous that the empire didn't mess with him thanks to the hooks he had in their corrupt system of government. A man that told Mason he could give him a job, one that provided money as well as power, if he pledged himself to an unbreakable contract. After swearing allegiance to the crime lord, Mason was put into his training which consisted of grueling tasks that forced Mason to prove his worth. He was put through every possible scenario to harden him into one of Monocle's enforcing agents. Betrayal, Sacrifice, Pain, Suffering, Hopelessness, Anger, Sadness, and finally, Fear. Mason was taught how to master these emotions and feelings by his training masters, making his emotional barriers more than fortified. Eventually he was pitted against his competing 'co-workers' time and time again, fighting and eventually killing them as time progressed. Admittedly, these were events that nearly killed Mason in every way, physically and mentally. He had been trained to the point of breaking point for the next eleven years of his life. His masters hadn't been light with him, seeing his courage at such an age made him susceptible to being treated like any other. His last task was his hardest, putting him to the ultimate emotional test. Two debtors had been hiding out from Monocle and his collectors, to see how he'd do killing innocent people deemed guilty in Monocle's eyes or rather…eye. After days of trailing the fleeing debtors he had finally tracked them both down. A look of complete shock washed over his face, these were his parents, they knew it and he knew it too. But there was nothing left he could do for them, in his mind they were already gone. "Mason, son! Is it really you?!" His father began speaking to him, even hugging him as he began to cry, as strong willed as Mason had become, he too eventually caved in and joined his family as their emotions flared. "Listen, we need you to help us! We're in a jam and-.." He cut his father off, as he pressed the barrel of his handgun to the man's chest. "I'm sorry…" He said in a choked up voice, tears still rolling down his cheeks as he squeezed the trigger. His mother screamed for her husband, unable to do anything but sit idly by as he died and her own son being the man behind the weapon. "You're not my son! Where is my son?!" She shouted and sobbed as she grabbed him, attempting to shake sense into him. It was a useless attempt, by now his hands had been shaking as if they were experiencing turbulence on a plane. Mason stared deeply into the eyes of his screaming and crying mother before forcefully putting the barrel to her head. "Dead…" He answered in reply to her question, promptly pulling the trigger on his own mother's head. Now he had a complete block of emotion, all ties to it were now gone, the most major ones at least. This had become one of his most notable feat which has made him a well renowned bounty hunter, one with the complete lack of emotion.

1. A solid-fuel rocket propellant base
2. An outer casing containing conventional charge
3. Gyrostabiliser
4. Mass-reactive fuse. Has a split-second timer to delay detonation upon impact until after the shot penetrates the target.
5. Hardened diamantine penetrating tip. This allows for the slug to penetrate most armor before detonation.
6. Main Charge
7. Depleted uranium core. This is a very dense material, adding weight and thus momentum to the round when in flight. This aids in the slug's penetration of the victim.