The Exalted are the champions, heroes, and the things of legend. Exalted are different from other entities. Superior, powerful, capable of casting magics both great and terrible. An Exalted gains the ability to tap into the forces of magic themselves to levels far beyond the capabilities of their race, manipulating it in an innumerable number of ways by their own essence and will. Mages, sorcerers, wizards, these are just the common known titles of such beings, but the martial arts master , the legendary swordsman, the King of Thieves, all of these tap into magic, whether to burn the foe, or raise their strength to god like might. Magic comes in all kinds and forms and it molds to its user just as much as the user is molded by it.

Exalted defy the machinations of the gods whether willingly or not, and the masters of creation take notice. Only 1 in every million sentient souls becomes an Exalted. Sometimes these beings are already excellent, rising above the rabble to stand out. Sometimes they are in their greatest need and the power is given to save themselves or what they love. Sometimes, it could be as subtle as dream never dreamed, as grand as a battle, the master stroke to a piece of art never seen, an equation solved, or times when one use their words to do the impossible. Exalted become noticed, they become watched by beings so massive they exist beyond comprehension and thus power awaits them. Sometimes they are guided, sometimes they are left with only questions. Research, training, conflict, and strife become the means by which they unlock ever greater powers. No Exalted can escape this tragedy of their new existence, as the universe seems to conspire to bring them worthy challenges and great feats they must surmount with many of them breaking upon the waves of strife. Those that continue to survive become legends. The greatest of heroes, the loftiest of Emperors, or the most vile of villains survive to see their power grow to match the gods.

To become Exalted is to become a champion for masters that do not speak, or know nothing of mercy, of pity or the motivations of the mortals they rule over. Elysia is a dangerous place, and it’s the Exalted that change it for good or ill. Sometimes they are all that stand between the Demon and the Devil. All that matters is that their champions grow stronger, and many whom learn of this fate wonder endlessly why this is so.

For some becoming an exalted is a blessing in all ways. They are pursued by empires to be recruited, knowing full well what these heroes can do. They are given lofty positions, or they take their own. Many of the Stellar Empires of Elysia have an Exalted that sits upon the throne. But for each facing a life of rewards and splendor, others do not. They are coerced by other forces, turned into feared sky pirates, or hunted down by those whom fear that their power would bring about their ruin. Even exalts become bitter and paranoids, and will not see any upstart steal their own glory.

is when disenfranchised and unaffiliated Exalted come together for safety and protection. These rogue agents are seen as potential rivals to the established empires as any wise empire knows that while one Exalted is stronger than an army, a group of them, can found an empire. Their words can sway nations, their swords severing world spanning monsters, their intellect grasping the secrets of magic in ways unknown and terrible.

They can even challenge the gods.

There has been six such Exalted Empires in history. All of them grew too big and too greedily. All of them fell, sometimes with billions killed in the process. They defied the gods and the gods banded to smote them down to reestablish the proper balance and way of things. No established ruler wants to see this happen.

But there are those who always wonder. The outcast, the disenfranchised, the enslaved, those saved by these heroes, if the next empire will unite all of Elysia. The next one will do it right.




Rico Fenix, The Ghost of the Scarlet Currents
A sky pirate in his youth, Rico's father was an Exalted of terrible power, a thief who could steal anything. Memories, even one's title and all that came with it. He thought himself untouchable, until Rico stole that power from him, Exalting in that very instant. He is considered a scourge on the Lunar Confederation trading lanes, but he is nowhere near as bad as his father was and thus hires out his services. For one, he detests the slave trade, and always loves putting them out of buisness. Sporting the abilities of simply choosing to be seen or not, being accepted in any crowd regardless of prior knowledge and hands that can swipe practically anything from the physical to the esoteric, turning enemies strengths into his own.



KI75, Spokeswoman of Merico Industries
The Ku were once two foot tall rodent like creatures that were always good with their hands. Speaking to the other taller denizens of Elysia, the development of pilotable robot suits became something of a fashion for the Ku. This only got worse until, under the Mega Corporation that is Merico Industries, the Ku Homeworld's main governmental body, the entire species removed their brains and placed them into android bodies. Merico Industries designs all the models as well as accessories, and adapts those techniques to sell to other empires as weapons and ships. KI75 was designed to be a top of the line model, and almost as if planned, she Exalted on her first field test. Even her synthetic body was effected by the Exaltation, making it hardier, faster, and allowing for the merging of magitech artifacts into her systems which Merico continuously designs and manufactures for testing and sales purposes. KI75 can change her arsenal on the fly to fit any situation, giving her a stash of magical items on call that can be swapped out no matter where she is. Additionally, she is capable of turning into a fighter class airship herself, something that Merico Industries is still attempting to copy. She uses these abilities to commit raids on beastial pest species, which is televised throughout the stars for entertainment. Indeed KI75 has almost become a household name and her various faces can be seen on advertisements with products ranging from perfumes, new luxury airships, or even concerts featuring her own magically enhanced songs.

"In Elysia, magic exists, and it only exists in Elysia."

"Magic is what happens when Essence is focused into creating a specific effect."

Essence is a type of matter theorized to be composed of belief. It's a dynamic force that is theorized to maintain the physical and chemical impossibilities that keeps Elysia functioning. Even the gods themselves have been proven to just be specific patterns of interwoven essence that can take physical form. Indeed over the millenia, there is very little that Essence properly harnessed, refined, and utilized cannot do.

Essence is quantified as a number of motes which by themselves resemble balls of light that are colored to whatever element they are closely aspected to. Motes left in their raw state quickly dissipate into Elysia's currents. Through use of methods, partially magical in and of themselves, these motes can be harnessed, collected and stored.

Essence is the driving power of magic. Sorcerers study and memorize a thousand rituals, special technologies, make deals with the spirits, and subject themselves to occult methods to gather the motes they need to fuel their spells. Warriors study and train for years to perform the proper katas and forms needed for their devastating techniques. Artificers forge artifacts made of special metals and materials of occult power and infuse them with essence during the creation. Massive cities float with a combination of Essence Accumulators and Engines, making them essentially lighter than air. One knows a spell of speed, they cast it and move with unnatural swiftness, and while normally such speeds would cause damage to their surroundings, the magic focuses only on the desired result, ignoring mortal laws like physics. Magic is refined in magitech rifles that cast blasts of concussive force, or bolts of lightening, or blasts of freezing air, so long as its battery has the motes, the rifle has ammo. Magic fills in the gaps and limitations that technology falls short of and wise Empires use Essence to whatever effect they can, sometimes at great cost, and other times at great tragedy. For every spell or artifact blue print created, 10 times did it fail, and 100 lives were lost.

Magic is the purview of the gods and it must be respected.

This is where the Exalted differ the greatest from the rabble of Elysia. As part of their gifted power, they awaken the Essence that lies within themselves. Their own body acts as a vessel of stored essence that replenishes itself. It becomes an extension of their body, their will, and with time and training, manipulating it becomes as natural as breathing.

While others need to prepare, or carry a focus to direct their magic, the Exalted walk with essence at their finger tips, already amassed to wield awesome power.

"1000 Worlds, 1000 Kingdoms, and not enough to go around."
Elysian Empires

Mortals have evolved in Elysia. Meeting new races and dealing with ideologies and cultures is something that every new planet that arrives in Elysia, regardless of means, has to contend with. This leads to a number of different results. If the race survives first contact, and every contact there after, they can adjust themselves, learn, and adapt to the new universe they find themselves in. They can claim planetary bodies and grow their territory. They could be passive isolationists. All kinds of cultures, governments, and ruling bodies have found a way to live in Elysia. Some empires are a mishmash of other receptive races, others are puritans, suffering not the alien.

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Below are an example of some of the more prominent mortal Entities in Elysia


An Example of Tiger Dominion technology and theme, James NG Art
Primary Race: Human
The Tiger Dominion survived the calamity a thousand years ago, and survivors clinging to what remains of South East Asia. The landmass would not have been able to support life were it not for the quick actions of the god Father and his pantheon of spirits. The humans here became dependent on the spirits to keep them alive, and thus the populations broke apart into dozens of tiny cults, each praying to their own god. These were the ancestors that eventually formed the Noble Houses, the ruling body of the Tiger Dominion.

The Tiger Dominion is an Ogliarchy, with the heads of the Noble Houses all having a say in how the Dominion conducts itself. The Emperor acts as mediator when the Noble Houses cannot agree on matters of policy. Outside of these acts of governments, the Noble Houses have set up a system where they obtain a monopoly on all aspects of life for its citizens. One cannot get two separate things without negotiating with the merchants and suppliers of two houses. The actual Nobles are almost above the laws, and will flaunt their wealth often by creating custom robots, altering their bodies with cybernetic enhancements or getting mutations that show aspects of Earth's old animals. Those that are not sponsored or adopted into the Noble Houses are barely considered citizens with very little of their own rights. The create a culture of competition and efficiency so that those that are talented rise above those that are meant to wallow in the dirt. Aliens are also considered outsiders until they can prove their usefulness.

The Tiger Dominion are opportunist and expansionist. The recent power vacuum of Elysia has put the Dominion on a path of conquest. Anything to benefit the Houses.

The Tiger Dominion stance on Exalted are one of two ways, they will be bribed into loyalty and be adopted by a Noble Family, or they will be hunted and killed, to keep them from becoming a threat in the future. Even when a noble house manages to secure an Exalt into its ranks, the House's rivals would rather see that Exalt dead. Assassination is a properly accepted tool in Dominion diplomacy.

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An Example of a Confederation City (Inspiration is Very similar to Mass Effect)
Primary Race: N/A
Earth's Moon actually survived the calamity, being taken by Father moments after the Demon weapons devastated the Earth. The Moon was set adrift, it's hab blocks and hub cities actually supporting the population as it floated on the currents of Elysia before it was set to orbit over a gas giant. Materials for survival were mined from nearby asteroids and bartered for by sympathetic spirits. Religion was never as important as industry and survival since resources to maintain the old systems were always in critical supply. And then the refugees of the Castian Seven Currents War reached their door step.

Their first contact with xenos came in the form of Frigates filled with refugees, fleeing the conquering armada of the Castian, a militaristic race seeking to become an empire. After some time to learn how to speak to the other, the Lunar Humans learned of the coming problem. They were instrumental in the counter attack and defeat of the Castians as it was their leader (possibly one of the first human Exalted) that managed to gather and create an alliance with six other smaller empires and coordinate them to become a fighting force. Since that day, the Lunar Confederation was born, and the fates between the Lunar Humans and those aliens have been entwined ever since.

Lunar Confederation Space is a combination of a number of different species and acts as a council Democracy, with each representative acting in the 'best' interest of their species or planet. There stations and cities are crowded and homogeneous as different needs require different facilities. Bureaucracy's are in place to establish order and regulation, but it takes a long time and things do get lost. Its an inefficient system, but all are welcome in their space.

The Lunar Confederation view Exalted as more trouble than they are worth, as danger tends to follow them. Still there are politicians, species leaders, the military, and the industrial organizations would be happy to hire such a potent assets. Exalts are generally quite publicly known in Confederate territories, for good or ill.

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A moderately intact Fae'Rin Observation Post
Primary Race: Fae'Rin
The Fae'Rin are one of the first races to have inhabited Elysia. They have been involved in every major conflict, and were the favorited species of a particular potent god. So close were they to its pantheon, is that it was said that divinity runs in their blood as they commonly wedded the spirits themselves. They had a culture of rigid order and spiritual discipline, with portions of the population born into specific tasks and purposes and meant to fulfill that purpose. Their technology was incredible, almost to the point that it can not be replicated. Their magitech can almost be considered alive, buildings and skyships almost grown rather than made. Their legions of intricate golems and awakened intelligence automatons fulfilled all the purposes of labor, meaning that the Fae'Rin could focus on artistic and scientific pursuits. There is very little in Elysia that has not been touched by these curious and enigmatic people.

Then Oblivion happened, the largest Demon Elysia had ever seen that specifically hunted the Fae'Rin wherever they tread. It took every major empire and a scores of the most powerful gods to halt Oblivion's advance. In the After math, all of the gods of Fae'Rin's pantheon were killed, and the civilization was brought to near extinction leaving only their cities and tech behind.

Empires pick through their achievements like vultures on a corpse while the survivors struggle to cope with their loss and keep their shattered culture together. The cities and stations however are not entirely uninhabited. Fae'Rin Automaton still patrol and defend these places of wonders untold- and where Oblivion had touched, it left its taint behind in the form of terrifying Void Walkers. Tomb Raiders beware.

Everything in Elysia has its own spirit. Everything. Whether it be the Greatest Dreadnaught to the lowliest spec of sand. The term god and spirit are used interchangeably by the uneducated. Even concepts have gods that claim them. Anything you can think of, there is a spirit for it. Sometimes, multiple spirits. They are immortal and composed entirely as patterns of essence, making all of them inherently magical. All of them have powers that are related to the purview. A god of pain can cause agony with a flick of its bloody wrist. The god of a ship, can be bargained with to help the crew in their journey.

Most of the time a spirit is dormant, coaxed to life only by prayer, sacrifice, magic, or its own duties and ambitions. Most mortals at least mouth a prayer to a deity as part of their occupation, but there are entire cultures formed around being ruled by or worshipping a god or gods, sometimes out of love or fear. They can be powerful allies, or dangerous foes. Some do not need worship at all, as it is their nature to prey on mortals. Indeed gods do not have the same fears or requirements as mortals do, and each are subject to their natures, purview, and the belief of those that pray to them.

Only experts can tell the difference, but spirits exist in a hierarchy called a pantheon, with spirits answering to or working for a more powerful god. There are three types of spirits that the educated know about, but sometimes its difficult to determine by sight alone. Not only can spirits be intangible at will, but they commonly change forms. The beautiful innocent maiden one moment reveals her divine nature and becomes a multi headed hydra. Their forms vary as wildly as the mortals they lord over.

Gods Gods can lay claim over a planet, a moon, a satalite city, a nation, or even a small empire. They are what mortals pray to when they ask for generic common things like good fortune, safe journey, or love. Their prayers whisper in the ears of they massively powerful beings, and they gain motes of essence from it, all the better to power their awesome effects. To ignore or anger a god is quite unwise, even for the Exalted.

Angels They act as agents for the Gods, or are given minor functions. Commonly Angels are city mothers and fathers, or the god of powerful vessels or the Avatar of legions. They all have names, and commonly have magical artifacts to better protect themselves and serve their functions.

Spirits Are varied and numerous, some of them mindless or having no names of their own. They are the most likely spirit a mortal will interact with if they ever do, and a lot of common occupations have minor rituals to propigate these spirits. They are the workforce that keeps the fabric of creation running smoothly.

Sample Angel:


Joul'Shani, Goddess of Leaves and Transitions, is a wood spirit located on the Garden World of Isleen. She claims all the trees and plants of Isleen as her domain and is commonly busied with the intricate process of changing seasons. She is prayed to for good harvest, short winters, and long springs. Especially devoted worshipers may be taken as lovers as she can change her form. She births demi-god beasts and monsters that sometimes wreck havoc on Isleen's farming villages.

Sample Spirit:

Copper Spiders are a type of machine spirit employed by spirits of technology, discovery, knowledge, and greed to salvage and scrap ruins and crashes. While they ignore mortals while they work, shearing sheets of metal for eventual retrieval, they will attack any that takes their claim with lasers of burning essence. They can be summoned and employed by mortal sorcerers to seek out useful scrap, which these industrious spirits have a nose for.

"There be monsters... Anywhere... Watching... Waiting..."
Demons

Nothing brings empires and races together quite like the rumor of a demon and demons are why every empire that wishes to exist through its infancy must find a way to protect itself. Demons are from beyond the Veil, the borders of Elysia. An impenetrable wall of rolling void and chaos. While it is known that there is no escaping Elysia, and a terrible death for all that tries. The prison is no infallible from the outside coming in. Things emerge, appearing anywhere within creation. These are called Demons. They are unnatural, unholy, they shouldn't exist. They bring with them magics and technology that are vile and profane. These are the only beings that have no Essence within them but in their wickedness, they've found out ways to gather and pervert it to their own wicked ends. They come in many forms, from undead monstrosities, machines of terrible manufacture, and monsters with forms that defy biology. There are currently no known demon worlds, but such a den of wickedness would surely cause Elysia to quake into action to purge the unclean with demon and witch hunts in the surrounding worlds for decades to come. Still, the demon is insidious and can strike from anywhere at any time.

Demons with their lack of internal essence can be detected and harmed via 'holy' or strictly divine effects. Additionally particularly strong rituals and spells can inflict effects upon them, as the power of belief and essence force themselves upon their unholy forms. Likewise, they are impossible to predict as even time and destiny spells cannot see the influence a demon would cause. They also bring weapons and powers to bare that sometimes defy understanding, even to demon experts.

Sample Demon:

Lashstalkers are solitary hunters and ambush predators. They seem to have an instinctual sense of targeting those individuals that would cause the most chaos in a particular group, prioritizing healers and leaders. They know guerilla tactics, set traps, and will injure over kill, knowing it would slow a group down. They are also completely silent, save for the sound of leather rubbing against the ground as they move from space to space. Their size would suggest they'd be unable to fit into some places, but yet, cobbards, under beds, closets, even containers can hold a 10 foot tall monsters, bursting forth to lash with whip like fingers, twisting and breaking their victims.

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"Come to my bed said the spider to the fly."
Devils

Beautiful and Terrible. Parents in the center of Elysia will tell their children to behave or they'll call the Devils on them. As one nears the Veil of Elysia, one keeps their weapons, prays a little harder, double checks to lock their doors, and keeps an eye on that scanner a little more closely, lest the devils get them. Devils are of Elysia and like spirits are composed of Essence, but are invariably hostile to mortals. Devils are beings of chaos, beguilement, corruption, and dreams, each unpredictable, alien, without cause or reason. They can appear as beautiful as the most seductive dream, approaching in robes of gossamer wearing the face of a victim's first love but so lovely they make the eyes bleed. They can also appear as impossible shapes, riding beasts from a child's nightmare, an amalgamation of monsters that would be impossible to exist if reality had any say in the matter. A horde of Devils and their spawn have been known to slaughter one planet, change the colors of another with their chaotic touch, and ignore another, merely because their whims and desires change with but the slightest flicker of inspiration. Their powers cause madness, twist reality, and enwrap those in layers of lies and illusion. Devils most commonly ride into Elysia on raids, stealing mortals and slaughtering with glee. Those they take are ravished of all ambition, willpower, and purpose. These Dream Eaten are perfect slaves, as they will not even eat or drink without being told to do so. Unscrupulous merchants have found ways to trade with these beings, receiving Chaos Artifacts that defy logic, creatures that never even existed, and the Dream Eaten. Often the Devils Price is a fresh new herd of frightened mortals for them to torment and eat.

Like demons, holy magic seems to effect these creatures quite well, and there are rituals and items that can ward them off. Pure Cold Iron effects them as if the metal was red hot to the touch, and can be used as a strong deterrant. Additionally, a Devil is bound by his word, and deals can be struck with them as it has a strange permanent effect on his patterns. Be warned though, these creatures are ageless, and their snake tongues and twisted minds can turn negotiations into a battle of wits even an Exalted would have trouble with. They love to twist deals into their favor, receiving the dealer's life, age, dreams, desires, or sanity as payment.

Sample Devil:

The Piper is a terror on the quiet villages, lonely alleys, and old residential sections of space stations throughout Elysia. Anywhere that children are raised in peace with loving parents who want to protect them from the evils of creation may become targeted by a Piper. The music these devils utter is sweet, melodical, and hypnotic. Children will follow the song which cannot be heard by those past a certain age. The children will disappear while the adults sleep. In the coming days, those that look for them will hear the children, laughing, dancing, playing, but will never actually see or touch them. The laughing will end only when the children are found, their entrails and bodies strung up on trees or in some unused room in some hideous parody of an artist's gallery. As a final insult and stab to the psyche, parents looking at their child's remains will find the display breath-takingly beautiful, even as they wail at their loss.

Character Creation
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Name: Your characters full name and nickname or title
Age: Age doesn't really matter, Mankind has existed in Elysia for over a 1000 years and some races were here much earlier.
Gender Self explanatory. Some races have no genders, or three... yay genetic variability.
Race: Any you can think of. If you want to use a canon race, it will be part of Empires Tab (Coming soon)
Culture: If you are none human race, give a short description of their culture, helps with world building. For clarity, some races actually were born in Elysia, its been around for a long time. Some races didn't have any calamity or even knew about the gods until suddenly there were more planets in the sky than before, which I could imagine is still quite a shock.
Racial Features: List a few things that are unique about your particular race.
Appearance Picture or Description
Occupation/Concept How would your character describe themselves? Is he a fighter pilot, a prophet, a priest, a captain, a mercenary, a monster catcher, a demon hunter. Skies the limit here.
Training: List and describe atleast 3 particular skill sets your character is proficient at. They dont have to be just weapons.

Powers: As an Exalted you get divine gifts with your status. You are considered physically superior to others of your race, and your mental faculties and your sway over a crowd are now without biological limits, but your power manifests in other more spectacular ways. List 5 ways you manipulate essence as specific powers. These can be particular spells you can cast or magical effects you can use. Try to be creative. You could go for a particular theme and be a master of one element or you can grab bag of alot of different effects. As an Exalted, any power or magic is capable of being acquired through study or training. Listed examples will be in the Exalted and Magic Tabs. Coming soon.

Equipment: At the very least, unless they are from some backwater feral world your character has a universal translator implant (for understanding languages of others) and a PDA of some variety. Your PDA is essentially a smart phone. You can save info on it, contact people, play games, and if you are near a planet that has a network, you have access to the internet (Which may or may not be restricted) Sometimes ships will also have their own network, but only whats saved in the ships database is able to be accessed, sometimes with security restrictions.
Anything else, is good to go. Weapons, Armor, Gadgets, Implants, Magical Artifacts, Magitech, Cybernetics, Special clothes, all that gets listed here.

Airship: It's perfectly fine to not have an airship, trust me there will be plenty. I can help you if you need to. You generally cannot have a larger ship than Destroyer or Frigate which will need a crew of 20 to run optimally.
Motivation: What drives your character in life and what is their personal goal in this world?
Personality: How your character acts. Be as broad or specific as you like.
Flaws: All great heroes have tragic flaws. Substance abuse, PTSD, you cant fly a ship to save your life, or you just don't get along with people due to trust issues. If your race has a particular weakness.

Bio: Your character's personal history and major points in their life, maybe when and how you were chosen to be exalted. There will be very little I wont allow for someones backstory. Feel free to use worlds, races, empires, and events, again world building.
Extra Info: Anything more, maybe a pet, a personality quirk, an asset you can utilize?

Name:


Name:


Age:


Gender:


Race:


Occupation:


Appearance:


Training List:

• Incredible Swordsmanship & Lance-Work
• Intense Athleticism
• Divine Knowledge
• Acknowledged Leadership
• Impressive Cook

Powers:


Equipment:


Airship:


Motivation:


Personality:


Flaws:

• Technotard: Sigrún knows little to nothing about technology outside of her own culture - she wouldn't be able to utilize anything more advanced than a flip-phone properly.
• Hard-Headed: Sigrún is known for being a rather hard-headed general which, while it has its perks, can make her initially unyielding to most alternative plans. If her vision of victory is misaligned with reality, it can certainly cost her in an embarrassing defeat.
• Arrogant: Leading Odin's personal valkyrie legion, Sigrún considers herself as the most important and ideal example of a valkyrie. She keeps her faults away from her job and dares not mention them to Odin himself.
• Humorless: Sigrún usually doesn't crack a joke around others. Even when she attempts to make one, it usually comes out as rather bland and humorless.

Bio:


Other Valkyrie Champions:



Theme:

Zaldeans were born a cursed people. Short lifespans, the constant loss of life essence, a faith system based on giving back to the world with their ultimate demise, and very little interaction with other races in the cosmos due to their isolation. They had little difference to your standard human other than these traits, perhaps even sharing ancestors far-far back in time. It was a miracle that the Grand Apothecaries came to be, an order of brilliant scientists who strayed from their own culture’s social norms to find ways to extend their small lifespans. Life on Zaldea would seem abundant before they would find their first breakthroughs, millions of different species; Murhales, were in particular the grandest spectacle that a few advanced species came to see without the Zaldeans even knowing. Massive eighty-foot fall mammals with beautiful golden shimmering horns, they looked very similar to a deer with a long tail that trailed behind them. But an even more unique aspect to the Murhales is that their bodies were abundant with life essence. Not only them, but many of the larger species that tread Zaldea held great wells of this energy within their being.

A few more decades would pass with Zaldeans worship of Eya, their god of life and death. But the Grand Apothecaries would assist a young, brilliant Sal’im in coming to find her own research. Their own goals aligned, and the small girl was a perfect figurehead for their cause. The earliest days of this rebellion would be simple rallies of angry Zaldeans doomsaying at their temples shouting their disbelief in such a cruel god. The lack of outcome turned their anger into violence however, riots would begin at the places of Zaldean fate causing turmoil among their people. A split between those who wanted things to remain and those who wanted change. Ke'ra Sal'im was the spearhead in this endeavor, while the Grand Apothecaries worked behind the scenes of their society turning brothers against one another and eventually a full-on civil war would be incited. Those whom retained their faith in their deity, and those who wished to leave behind the wasteful beliefs to find a cure for their doomed existence.

Contrary to Ke'ra and by connection the Sal'im Bloodline's beliefs, it was not actually the determination of the people who supported their push for knowledge that ended the war. It was much less graceful, the Grand Apothecaries had brewed up a biomagical weapon The Crimson, a red vapor that was a frankenstein creation of a necrotic pathogen that was native to the planet but thought completely eradicated. Thousands of dead Zaldeans soaked the planet enriching the soil with their life essence, and sewing the seeds for future generations to live greater-longer lives. Ke'ra Sal'im would become the sole political leader for the people, the Grand Apothecaries saw her as a young blossoming intelligence who would not allow morality to halt her search for knowledge- they wanted that. The society that lived in the past was torn down to rebuild anew, temples and the small humbles homes that they once lived peacefully within replaced with castles, labs, farms, and cities. Contrary to what people will say, all Zaldeans are currently quite happy with their society and culture- they live in a technological, alchemical, masterpiece that holds an immortal Victorian-Era aesthetic. They've learned from their loss and plan to wait for the races whom don't agree with their teachings to eventually weigh onto their side in time, and when they do- oh the things they will learn.

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• Pilot - Pidgeon is an outstanding pilot, if a little reckless. Her track record is enough to prove this. She has an incredible ace kill-count, it's actually a little terrifying...
• Gun Training - Her pistol isn't only for show. She knows how to defend herself with it, though doesn't do much outside of flying anyway.

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• Nothing - Pidgeon isn't an Exalted. She has no magic. Just a lot of guts.

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• PDA and Language Translator - Everyone seems to have them, these days...
• Grapple Hook - Pidgeon has a grapple hook with a 15m cable, able to penetrate and "hook" through most materials. Rarer, harder materials can't be penetrated.
• 9mm Pistol - A simple 9mm pistol, which looks surprisingly modern.

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M O T I V A T I O N

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• Reckless - Pidgeon is a reckless pilot. Hell, she's a reckless person. Nuff said.
• Weak Body - She is short and thin, and not exactly built to take a hit. She can run, but can't punch.
• No CQC Training - Pidgeon hasn't been trained in the art of CQC. She knows how to use her pistol, but that won't help her in a fist fight.
• Lack of Foresight - Pidgeon will do what she has to, consequences be damned! She doesn't think her ideas through well enough sometimes, and while capable of thinking on her feet, sometimes her ideas fall short and carry flaws.

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Pidgeon's life has always been on the smaller scale, though never lacking in excitement. Born to two bright minds, one a pilot and one a scientist, she was raised upon hopes of traversing Elysia and seeing the stars. Her parents line of work in particular revolved around the Veil, exploring regions close to it and how the Veil can influence not only physics as we know it, but the psychology of non-Devils closest to it. An ambitious study, to be sure, but they often needed cooperation from beings closest to the Veil to study physics data, so the psychology study was an interesting hypothesis to explore.

As a child, she often didn't get to go on these kinds of excursions. Pidgeon would be made to stay home due to the danger they presented. However, whenever her mother and father came home, they would recount their tales with incredible detail, archived within a journal which Pidgeon has kept in her PDA to this day. It inspired Pidgeon to want the same thing: to fly, to see the edges of Elysia, and see what this beautiful collection of worlds have to offer.
And she would get that chance. Just not in the way one would expect.

Pidgeon's mother and father left on an excursion one day. They didn't come back. She was passed to an uncle who was abusive and a terrible caretaker, though thankfully didn't need to suffer long. Within a year, she was picked up by a certain Captain Nine Gales, family friend and the proper guardian her mother and father entrusted her to. It was at a time where, if Pidgeon had been left alone any longer, may have resulted in a different fate. Nine Gales came at the perfect moment.

One would imagine the Reiksgard Knight -- a sort-of mercenary ship with a sort-of mercenary crew -- as a poor place for a young girl to grow up. Admittedly, Pidgeon wasn't afforded the same education she would've had if her parents came back. However, in its place, the young girl adopted her father's love for airships. And, with the help and resources of those aboard, she began to create her own. The AMV, or Amazing Mobility Vehicle, was a design of Pidg's to create a fighter better equipped to avoid incoming fire. The first one was made of scraps and junk parts, barely able to fly, but told those aboard that she had an idea of what she wanted. A few years later, with some money working as an apprentice engineer and a bit more knowledge, she came back at her ship with the AMV2. This ship was far more capable than the first, and she even used it in several battles. It had the longest life of her AMV creations, lasting several years before getting shot down, forcing Pidg to parachute out.

The AMV3 is her most recent addition to the family, and by far the most advanced and complex. While she has about three years on her now, Pidg has made sure to fine-tune and upgrade the Raptor where she can. It's now a recognizable symbol of death to many across Elysia, having shredded countless ace pilots with her beautiful plasma cannons.
The people of the Reiksgard Knight treat Pidgeon like family, and acts as the younger sister to just about everyone. They have helped shape her into who she is today, and she couldn't have asked for a more supportive and, err, interesting group to call such. She is forever loyal to Captain Nine Gales, and will protect the people of the Reiksgard with her life, as they would hers.
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JUSTICE DRAGON BLOODED
[PIDGEON THEME]

Name: Bo'Lok "Blink" Ni'Kriist
Age: 19 (22 in human years)
Race: Su'Kiin
Culture:

Occupation/Concept: Fighter pilot, mainly for escort mission and small package or personal transports (and the occasional smuggling).
Training: Flying, maintaining his own ships, quick on his feet and even quicker drawing his gun.
Powers:
Blink - By concentrating, Bo'Lok is able to project two portals near him which he can enter through and teleport between.
C'mon hold it together - Any aircraft Bo'Lok is flying will be able to endure damage that should have normally put it out of order.
Dashing Rogue - Bo'Lok inspires people without even trying. He is able to inspire onlookers which allows him to get away with alot.
Lucky Shot? I don't think so - Shots fired by Bo'Lok or his aircraft will automaticly home in towards the intended target.
That ship is garbage... garbage will do - Bo'Lok can instinctively fly any small aircraft, no mather his experience with the aircraft's controls. (If the aircraft needs a key to start, the key is still required unless worked around another way.)
Equipment: Universal translator implant, Su'Kiin PDA, Extreme-Air-Pressure (EAP) pistol, G-force absorbing suit.
Airship:
Motivation: Bo'Lok is a adrenaline-fueled freeroamer. As long as he gets a kick out of it, he does it. His goal in life is to live it to the fullest.
Personality: Bo'Lok is a person who likes to do exciting things. If it raises his bloodpressure, it is something he likes. Because of this he can become a bit risky at times, but this only fuels his hunger for adrenaline even more. When he is not in the sky, he is an easy going person, although maybe a bit hyperactive (which isn't that unusual for a Su'Kiin). If you can look past that, you have a dependable friend on your side.
Flaws: Bo'Lok, like explained in his personality, can become risky at times in his search for adrenaline. Besides that, he can't stand doing nothing for too long, so in theory you could torture him by just locking him up in a room for half an hour with nothing to do. And if that wasn't enough, when pumped with adrenaline he sometimes forgets what his original objective was.
Bio: Born the son of an aircraftsman and a testpilot, Bo'Lok grew up in a loving family where everyone had their head in the clouds. His father would make the new ships, his mother would test them, and he would sometimes go on a ride with them. Because of this, he learned to fly from a very young age, even for a Su'Kiin, and showed talent from the beginning.

When he was 12, his father made a new prototype engine. He pushed onto his wife to test it out for him, which resulted in a malfunction and Bo'Lok losing his mother. His father blamed himself for not only pushing her into testing it out, but also for making the faulty engine. He sunk into depression, not making any new aircraft, and although this didn't hurt Bo'Lok, it didn't help him much either.

It didn't take long afterwards for Bo'Lok to leave the house and go his own way. At first he thought he was running from his father's depression by doing so, later it was his late mother's memory he was trying to avoid, but one day, when he had one his roughest days yet, he tried to fly himself into a rock. It was then he realised that he didn't do this to run away from his parents, but to be closer to them. Every time he flew, he was with his parents in his hearth, in the ships his father made, flying through the skies his mother flown through.

He realised something else back then: He wanted to live. Making a quick turn, he barely stopped himself from crashing into the rock. He wanted to live, he wanted to fly through the skies he was raised in. The one where his true parents live on. It was then that the Goddess of the Skies herself, Su, revealed herself to him. She gifted him with the power of an Exalted. Now a gifted pilot, he shoots through the sky like lightning, helping out people for a bit of coin. Even though it sometimes seems like he has a deathwish, as long as he is in the sky, he feels alive.

Extra Info: As a side project, Bo'Lok is trying to perfect his father's last prototype, the one that cost his mother her life. Although he doesn't know as much about aircraft engineering as his father, he and some of his father's old friends try their best at making it function properly.
Also, all made-up names come from Dovahzul, so you could say Bo'Lok is a bit Dragon Blooded.