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@Tsar Gatto, thank you. I'm going for a vibe sort of like Cowboy Bebop in the sense of the characters being average or above average and just making their way in the universe on a mix of their skills and dumbluck. I figure our crew will travel all over really. Of course, traveling into the warzones will be dangeorus, so sticking to the outskirts of the universe will definitely have it benefits, but there also may not be much work to be had or money earned way out there. I am working on a few races right now, one of which is a reptillian race, so you can wait and see if you'd like to use it or feel free to make your own of course.
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Grimuri Degalos (Grim-oo-ree Dee-gah-os (“L” is silent.) That is his real name, but he personally adopts a name that pays tribute to his Human ancestors: “Jimmy Ray.” He has also been called “Yuri.” If a character ever hears the name Jimmy Ray, the misnomer of Grimuri, then they may believe they have found the wrong guy. Several police types from various solar systems have tried to catch him for his illegal fishing. His fishing isn’t always illegal, but it is in those galaxies where the cosmic beasts are considered sacred. It is often Grimuri’s misnomer that protects him by leading police astray.
Race: Half-Pisces/Half-Human - The only hybrid of his kind so far. Many races wonder what he actually is, and Jim just refers to himself as a mutant. It would just be too unbelievable for one to believe he was actually an accident between a female Pisces and a human male.
Age: Appears to be in the Human thirties.
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Jim; Jimmy; Jimmy Ray; or Yuri would look like the average Human male if it wasn't for his evident alien features. His eyes are amethyst, hair a greyish-white, and his skin is a lilac complexion. The shell of his ears resemble a conch shell and are often adorned with jewel-studded earrings. His hair is kept short and stands on his head like grass. At times, it can be seen moving on its own like cilia, but it is Jim checking his surroundings. Down the spine of his back in a V-shape are glossy scales but brittle compared to the armor-dense scales of his kin. Around his ribs, but not visible to the eye are three vents on each side. These vents will open into the form of gills when he is submerged in water or in an atmosphere with limited or absolutely no oxygen.
Jim’s skeletal structure is stronger than a Human’s and extremely flexible, which allows him to survive the pressures of the deepest trenches on his planet and even the vacuum of space. Jim has several unique organs that aid him in aerobic and anaerobic respiration but that is explained in more depth in the skills section.
Each of Jim’s teeth are pointed and designed for tearing and crushing through even the hardest of shells. His bite force isn’t something a person wants to experience. If he can eat cosmic clams without prying the meat from the shell, then you can only imagine bones and even certain steels getting crushed. He’s a biter!
Homeworld: Merine and The Red Guardian Moon.
Personality:
Jimmy Ray is probably one of the coolest and most laid-back fisherman one would ever meet. Fishing is his life and obsession. If it is big, rare, extremely dangerous, and worth a fortune, then he will catch it. He has more fishing stories than an old sailor. He even has creatures that he always swears he’ll catch one day. Jim sells his catch to the highest bidder and the buyer isn’t always honest like that one time he sold a Megaloid to an emperor who unleashed it like a dragon on rival colonies. Who knew the guy was going to use it to do that? The galactic police spent years trying to find the guy who had sold it to him, and during those years, Jim was living pretty.
Jim likes fortune and he knows a catch means money, so if ever he is on a mission doing A, and a golden opportunity to catch a rare and exotic money-showering species pops up, he’ll do B - catch it. Jim knows a few human languages as well as alien languages. When he is speaking Human (for there are many dialects created by various aliens) English, he tends to use a lot of fishing jargon. Example: “Ha! She baited you into that one.” “Ooh thatsa’ big catch.” “Snapped my line (Lost him or I don’t know where he/she is).”
Jim is used to being a loner and so he can function 100% independently in areas of space where there is literally no one around. His patience is legendary. The Pisces is quite formidable. He has managed to shake the galactic police for years and he’s wanted for his illegal catching, selling, and eating of sacred beasts in various solar systems. The negative attention has made him an outstanding fighter and survivalist; and with the most unexpected weapon too: a lure.
There are tales that speak of a legendary Fisherman who traverses the stars catching cosmic entities/gods. Yeah; the stories are highly embellished, but you’re hearing about them from several different races, beliefs, and cultures. They are bound to sound amazing. Many bounty hunters and cops imagine some all-powerful being with some sort of sci-fi fantasy powers or technology. Nope. Just Jimmy Ray and his lure.
Skills:
Motivation: If it wasn't made obvious already, Jim's main motivation is always catching "the big one," which doesn't always literally refer to the fish's size. Whatever makes him filthy rich. He loves money because he can spend it on a plethora of nice things. His life's mission is to earn so much dough that he can just stop fishing and never have to work again. Honestly though, even if his dream came true, he'd never stop fishing. He just loves it too much.
Gear: "The Allure" is Jim's exotic fishing rod. It's a rod without a physical line. The line is made completely out of plasma and glows a bright, neon-blue when it is active. The line can cut through nearly anything when it is loosed, and strangely at the end of the line is a hook with some electromagnetic properties. The line is connected to the black hook, and it is that hook in which Jim uses to wrangle the colossi of the sea. The lure is extremely strong and is designed to draw in big fish. The rod itself acts more like a bokken for breaking bones rather than cutting people. Its flexibility makes it feel like a whip, and it can deflect other non-energy-based swords and pole-arms. When the rod and line are active, then Jim can use his rod more like an actual sword, using the line as the edge. The sword, however, is not double-edged.
Grimuri Degalos (Grim-oo-ree Dee-gah-os (“L” is silent.) That is his real name, but he personally adopts a name that pays tribute to his Human ancestors: “Jimmy Ray.” He has also been called “Yuri.” If a character ever hears the name Jimmy Ray, the misnomer of Grimuri, then they may believe they have found the wrong guy. Several police types from various solar systems have tried to catch him for his illegal fishing. His fishing isn’t always illegal, but it is in those galaxies where the cosmic beasts are considered sacred. It is often Grimuri’s misnomer that protects him by leading police astray.
Race: Half-Pisces/Half-Human - The only hybrid of his kind so far. Many races wonder what he actually is, and Jim just refers to himself as a mutant. It would just be too unbelievable for one to believe he was actually an accident between a female Pisces and a human male.
Age: Appears to be in the Human thirties.
Gender: Male
Appearance:
6’3” | 230 lbs | Ash-white | Amethyst
Jim; Jimmy; Jimmy Ray; or Yuri would look like the average Human male if it wasn't for his evident alien features. His eyes are amethyst, hair a greyish-white, and his skin is a lilac complexion. The shell of his ears resemble a conch shell and are often adorned with jewel-studded earrings. His hair is kept short and stands on his head like grass. At times, it can be seen moving on its own like cilia, but it is Jim checking his surroundings. Down the spine of his back in a V-shape are glossy scales but brittle compared to the armor-dense scales of his kin. Around his ribs, but not visible to the eye are three vents on each side. These vents will open into the form of gills when he is submerged in water or in an atmosphere with limited or absolutely no oxygen.
Jim’s skeletal structure is stronger than a Human’s and extremely flexible, which allows him to survive the pressures of the deepest trenches on his planet and even the vacuum of space. Jim has several unique organs that aid him in aerobic and anaerobic respiration but that is explained in more depth in the skills section.
Each of Jim’s teeth are pointed and designed for tearing and crushing through even the hardest of shells. His bite force isn’t something a person wants to experience. If he can eat cosmic clams without prying the meat from the shell, then you can only imagine bones and even certain steels getting crushed. He’s a biter!
Homeworld: Merine and The Red Guardian Moon.
Personality:
Jimmy Ray is probably one of the coolest and most laid-back fisherman one would ever meet. Fishing is his life and obsession. If it is big, rare, extremely dangerous, and worth a fortune, then he will catch it. He has more fishing stories than an old sailor. He even has creatures that he always swears he’ll catch one day. Jim sells his catch to the highest bidder and the buyer isn’t always honest like that one time he sold a Megaloid to an emperor who unleashed it like a dragon on rival colonies. Who knew the guy was going to use it to do that? The galactic police spent years trying to find the guy who had sold it to him, and during those years, Jim was living pretty.
Jim likes fortune and he knows a catch means money, so if ever he is on a mission doing A, and a golden opportunity to catch a rare and exotic money-showering species pops up, he’ll do B - catch it. Jim knows a few human languages as well as alien languages. When he is speaking Human (for there are many dialects created by various aliens) English, he tends to use a lot of fishing jargon. Example: “Ha! She baited you into that one.” “Ooh thatsa’ big catch.” “Snapped my line (Lost him or I don’t know where he/she is).”
Jim is used to being a loner and so he can function 100% independently in areas of space where there is literally no one around. His patience is legendary. The Pisces is quite formidable. He has managed to shake the galactic police for years and he’s wanted for his illegal catching, selling, and eating of sacred beasts in various solar systems. The negative attention has made him an outstanding fighter and survivalist; and with the most unexpected weapon too: a lure.
There are tales that speak of a legendary Fisherman who traverses the stars catching cosmic entities/gods. Yeah; the stories are highly embellished, but you’re hearing about them from several different races, beliefs, and cultures. They are bound to sound amazing. Many bounty hunters and cops imagine some all-powerful being with some sort of sci-fi fantasy powers or technology. Nope. Just Jimmy Ray and his lure.
Skills:
- Swimmer - Merine is a planet made entirely out of water. Instead of an atmosphere, voyagers to Merine will dive straight into an ocean. Jim, being from Merine, is capable of surviving underwater. Many sea creatures will breach the planet’s surface and leap into space after ships that the beasts confuse to be their prey. The Pisces are capable of similar feats and are, in fact, the very predators that are responsible for the destruction of several ships. A ring surrounds the water planet and unlike the rings of Saturn, it is a ship graveyard.
Jim swims in space just as well as he swims in water. While his gills give him the ability to filter oxygen from the water, they also suit another purpose when he is in space. Jim’s blood is highly concentrated with the oxygen he regularly takes in. Similar to the Crucian carp, when in space or areas with little oxygen, his body begins creating alcohol. The alcohol warms his body from the chill of space, and the excess concentrations are released. Jim’s gills restructure and act as vents for the expulsion of the alcohol in a brief fiery burst. The burst propels him through space and with the aid of his limbs for guided direction, Jim appears to literally swim through space.
Because his blood becomes concentrated in alcohol, alcohol’s tranquilizing and inebriating effects affect him but not at an excessive level. And people wonder why he’s so laid-back… - Legendary Fisherman - Jim’s patience is legendary, and so far he’s caught everything he said he was going to catch. It might have taken a few years at times, but he always catches his fish. His reputation as “The Fisherman” makes him out to be more than he really is, but he doesn’t mind it because it makes him feel special. He also can use it as a good front.
- Guile - Jim is good with money. He also is good at haggling. He tries to get the bang for his buck on any fish he catches. He will make whatever fish he has seem like the greatest fish in the world to sell it at his price goal. In the same way he has good business sense, he’s pretty clever at swindling people. He is that guy who is just good at getting out of trouble. It may just be his laid-back personality and seemingly honest mannerisms. Whatever he’s doing, it works. You need to persuade somebody, Jim is your man.
- Lure Martial Arts - Because Jimmy Ray comes off as being just some guy; some fisherman (if they don’t know he’s THE Fisherman); people often underestimate him. He may be pretty average, but his fishing skills aren’t, and he turned what he did best into a deadly martial art. Using his lure, line, and hook as a weapon, Jim can attack targets from long and close range. He uses his lure like a sword and when the line is loosed, the line becomes like a razor blade that can slice up multiple enemies. The hook allows Jim to snag an enemy, or someone who thought it was safe to hide, and fling them about. Jim can use the hook to reach high places and pull friendlies out of harm’s way.
- Space Survival - Like a fish in water, Jim’s hair allows him to sense shifts in his surroundings. His hair is extra sensitive to touch, which is why he tells people not to touch his hair (unless you’re hot). When he isn’t sensing his surroundings, he’ll wear a hat or some form of headgear because he wouldn’t be able to stop sensing otherwise. This sense has allowed him to sense predators before they can attack him. Like a sixth sense, once he senses danger, he will tactfully make a casual escape to not alert his pursuers that he knows they’re there. His hair is a survival mechanism, and has contributed to his survival in space. When he’s out hunting for fish, he will use his senses to find “the one.”
Jim has spent majority of his life alone and venturing throughout space looking for the cash cow. He is quite knowledgeable about space creatures, black holes, certain planets and parasitic asteroids, what to eat…he would make a good navigator. - Decent Shot - So Jim is actually crap with a gun, but this skill made the list because he actually knows how to load one and shoot one. Sometimes, he even hits the target. He's a Fisherman remember? He took what he did best and made that into a deadly art! He continues to use a blaster because he wants to get better at it.
- Multilingual - Jim is only fluent in Human English and Russian. The other alien languages he knows, he isn't fluent in. He just knows enough to sell something to the sucker.
Motivation: If it wasn't made obvious already, Jim's main motivation is always catching "the big one," which doesn't always literally refer to the fish's size. Whatever makes him filthy rich. He loves money because he can spend it on a plethora of nice things. His life's mission is to earn so much dough that he can just stop fishing and never have to work again. Honestly though, even if his dream came true, he'd never stop fishing. He just loves it too much.
Gear: "The Allure" is Jim's exotic fishing rod. It's a rod without a physical line. The line is made completely out of plasma and glows a bright, neon-blue when it is active. The line can cut through nearly anything when it is loosed, and strangely at the end of the line is a hook with some electromagnetic properties. The line is connected to the black hook, and it is that hook in which Jim uses to wrangle the colossi of the sea. The lure is extremely strong and is designed to draw in big fish. The rod itself acts more like a bokken for breaking bones rather than cutting people. Its flexibility makes it feel like a whip, and it can deflect other non-energy-based swords and pole-arms. When the rod and line are active, then Jim can use his rod more like an actual sword, using the line as the edge. The sword, however, is not double-edged.
@Holy Soldier What's the point of having gills when there isn't any oxygen to be filtered?
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@Ink BloodBoom! CS is done.
I'm loving all of the planets in here so far ^_^). One question for you, @Holy Soldier: Given that the entire planet is liquid, are there different layers of pressure that define what type (and size) of creatures can survive within each?
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@VirgilWhy you ask?
@VirgilWhy you ask?
Only to suggest that you could add in an extra flavor to the already interesting world of Merine.
Name: Malatrin.
Lifespan: 60 standard years.
Home-world: Malatrin Alpha, a habitable world in a binary star system. 87% of the surface of Malatrin Alpha is covered in Oxygen rich oceans. The Malatrin are just as comfortable in water as out. As their society advanced, the Malatrin expanded to most of the planet's scant surface terrain, as well.
Physical Decription - General statistics.
Average height: 5'5", Average weight: 150 lbs.
Physical Characteristics: Malatrin skin tones vary from pale blue-grey to vivid aquamarine depending on their mood. They have some control over this tonality. The tentacles covering the head and much of the upper torso always appear a shade or two darker. The Malatrin always take great care in the physical presentation of these tentacles, which are useful appendages, colour and position displaying emotion and used in communication to punctuate and accentuate speech, much like human hand gestures. The Malatrin can shoot a spray of inky fluid from the mouth which causes no damage but can cause temporary blindness. Gills (covered by a temporary membrane while out of the water) allow breathing in, or out of the water. Malatrin are highly intelligent and typically ambidextrous. They readily adapt to new technology and have contributed much to occupied space. Malatrin need to live within a short distance of a large body of water, or in a specialized tank. They can survive for indefinite periods on land, but a complete absence of water leads to great mental stress, and an upsurge in aggression.
Genders: Malatrin are matriarchal and matrilineal. Females are the primary decision-makers. Females are typically more slender and fine than the males who are more heavily muscled, and have barbs on the end of their tentacles. Most males are part of the warrior caste. The two castes of Malatrin society typically live apart, coming together for mating and the early stages of child-rearing, little else. Malatrin are by their nature slightly suspicious of other races. Procreation is via intercourse, much like with humans. Multiple births are rare.
Society: At some point in the Malatrin's past (generations ago) they were enslaved by a warrior race the Malatrin refer to as the Gor'shun. This sentient, aggressive race is seldom mentioned by the Malatrin, and the time of their subjugation is a part of their history they do not speak of publicly. The Gor'shun have not been seen in almost a thousand years. This invasion of their home-land drove a further wedge between the two Malatrin castes. The females saw the inherent danger and opposed interaction, while the males were overwhelmed by the invaders' promises of power, and led the invaders to the Malatrin underwater cities, thus allowing the takeover to commence. The females were enslaved, and all but a very few males were killed, and were kept for breeding. To this day, though their enslavement ended a millennia ago, Malatrin males are outnumbered by their female counterparts three-to-one.
War Alignment: Neutral. The Malatrin have no ill-will toward Humans per se, but certainly see their inherent danger as a youthful species with a dubious past.
**cannot take all credit. Borrowed some info, but it's a race that I think will be right at home here. edits in this colour.**
@deegee I've got to wonder: If the Malatrin males, the Warrior-Caste, were so power-hungry...how is it that they didn't conquer the females previously? What drove them to so drastically upturn their society, and how powerful were their invaders --compared to the their females-- that they would so easily be swayed into betraying the entirety of their race? If anything, it sounds more like *a few* power-hungry individuals made deals for themselves, which could possibly explain why only a few were left to procreate with the females, perhaps even being used as Governors of the newly enslaved species.
My grasp of xeno sociobiology is minimal, but the Malatrin castes lived apart, coming together for mating and the early stages of child-rearing. Little else. As for the level of power displayed by the invaders / enslavers, the species the Malatrin refer to as the Gor'shun (a pretty terrible word in their language, the equivalent of which does not exist in English, or any other human language) I would describe that species, too, except they have not been seen in millennia, and the Malatrin are notoriously close-lipped about it.
My grasp of xeno sociobiology is minimal, but the Malatrin castes lived apart, coming together for mating and the early stages of child-rearing. Little else. As for the level of power displayed by the invaders / enslavers, the species the Malatrin refer to as the Gor'shun (a pretty terrible word in their language, the equivalent of which does not exist in English, or any other human language) I would describe that species, too, except they have not been seen in millennia, and the Malatrin are notoriously close-lipped about it.
Righto, now just update your idea appropriately for clarification's sake. Eazy-Peazy.
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@Holy Soldier, looks good. Just fill out a race application for the Pisces, and then you can move Jimmy over to the character tab.
EDIT: Pleas eprovide more information for his homeworld.
@deegee, the Melatrin look good. I will agree with virgil on the edits, so once that's done I will add them to the UE.
EDIT: Pleas eprovide more information for his homeworld.
@deegee, the Melatrin look good. I will agree with virgil on the edits, so once that's done I will add them to the UE.
Edits to Malatrin made. Shall I do up an entry for Malatrin-Alpha as a planet? I'll also have a draft of my character up in an hour or so. :)
Planet: Malatrin-Alpha
System: Mala Prime (Binary Star system)
Circumference: 30,000 km (3/4 the size of Earth)
Surface gravity: 1.2X Earth (a 180 lb human on Earth weighs the equivalent of 215 lbs on Malatrin Alpha)
Rotation Period: 40.5 hours (one day = 1.7 Earth days)
Orbiting Bodies: None.
Overview: Malatrin Alpha is the second planet in the Binary system Mala Prime (Dercos is the planet closest to the suns, and is uninhabitable.) There is a third planet in-system, but is mostly rubble, having been the victim of a terrible meteor shower thousands of years ago. The Malatrin refer to this wasted planetoid as the Beor'ed. Malatrin-Alpha is over 85% covered with water, its few land masses never reaching terrestrial altitudes of over 1000'. The surface land of Malatrin-Alpha is almost exclusively jungle. The Malatrin have adapted to live as comfortably on land as in the sea, where they originated. The often high winds of Malatrin Alpha can create unpredictable, dangerous tsunamis and weather patterns on the surface. The nature of the Malatrin's dual existence above and below the surface, means the comparatively little available surface territory remains sparsely populated. (In total, the overall surface area is about the size of Earth's continent Africa, broken into several small islands, none of which are bigger than Great Britain.)
Appearance:
System: Mala Prime (Binary Star system)
Circumference: 30,000 km (3/4 the size of Earth)
Surface gravity: 1.2X Earth (a 180 lb human on Earth weighs the equivalent of 215 lbs on Malatrin Alpha)
Rotation Period: 40.5 hours (one day = 1.7 Earth days)
Orbiting Bodies: None.
Overview: Malatrin Alpha is the second planet in the Binary system Mala Prime (Dercos is the planet closest to the suns, and is uninhabitable.) There is a third planet in-system, but is mostly rubble, having been the victim of a terrible meteor shower thousands of years ago. The Malatrin refer to this wasted planetoid as the Beor'ed. Malatrin-Alpha is over 85% covered with water, its few land masses never reaching terrestrial altitudes of over 1000'. The surface land of Malatrin-Alpha is almost exclusively jungle. The Malatrin have adapted to live as comfortably on land as in the sea, where they originated. The often high winds of Malatrin Alpha can create unpredictable, dangerous tsunamis and weather patterns on the surface. The nature of the Malatrin's dual existence above and below the surface, means the comparatively little available surface territory remains sparsely populated. (In total, the overall surface area is about the size of Earth's continent Africa, broken into several small islands, none of which are bigger than Great Britain.)
Appearance:
Name:Vreyol of Ilxa (aka Vreyol -- Ilxa is her colony.)
Race: Malatrin
Age: 24 Malatrin years (40 Earth years) Vreyol appears 20 years old, a young Malatrin in the prime of her life.
Gender: female
Homeworld: Malatrin-Alpha, Southern Hemisphere.
Appearance: As in the above picture. Vreyol is 5'3", 105 lbs. A pint-sized powerhouse, she carries a great deal of strength in her tiny frame. As the gravity on Malatrin Alpha is higher than on Earth, she tends to find moving / lifting items and most physical aspects of her life in the stars comparatively easy. As with most Malatrin of the souther Hemisphere of her homeward, she has characteristic darker pigmentation / markings around her temples, along her collarbones, down her spine and over her hips.
Personality: Vreyol is an intelligent, capable woman. That said, she is slow to speak unless the situation truly calls for it. She would rather allow actions to speak for her. Like many of her kind, Vreyol can come off as slightly cold to those unaccustomed to Malatrin society and traits. She is slow to trust and selective about the company she keeps, but once her loyalty is won, she is deeply committed to her friends and family.
Skills: Vreyol is a pretty great mechanic. A decent slicer (computer hacker.) Decent with a gun or a knife, and a capable hand to hand combatant.
Motivation: See as much of the 'verse as she can with the time she's got.
Gear: Some basic tools of her trade (interstellar transport mechanic,) a pair of Malatrin fighting knives, and an old, well-worn but serviceable slug-thrower. As far as clothing goes, as with most Malatrin, Vreyol prefers minimal, form-fitting garb. Her usual outfit consists of a tank-top-style unitard made of a tough, durable fabric not unlike neoprene. The unitard is sleeveless, and reaches to her thighs. While on duty, she wears a utility belt containing most of the tools she'll need, and a pair of loose (usually unlaced) combat boots.
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@Ink Blood
Name: Pisces
Lifespan: Several, several, several thousands of years like dinosaurs
Physical Description: The Pisces resemble a cross between a giant shark and a dragon. They have no limbs only razor sharp fins that resemble ship sails that they use to slice through other predators and long antennae that actually pick up electromagnetic frequencies (ie. ships). Their wide mouths can swallow ships and crush meteors. They have four sets of triangular teeth made for rapidly dicing up their food. The hide of a Pisces is so sturdy that it cannot only withstand the pressures of the deepest ocean trench, but the vacuum of space, making their hides extremely valuable. If one were to actually kill a Pisces, then their hides could be used to reinforce the hulls of ships and other armors. However, no ship has ever been able to catch one neither alive nor dead. The Pisces, despite their size, are capable of moving swiftly through water and are capable of breaching the atmosphere of their planet to chase their prey. The Pisces’s gills expel an alcohol that ignites from the friction of the molecules being forced through the vents. The combustion then gives the Pisces a jet propulsion capability that will carry the creature literally into space. The Pisces will not swim too far from their planet, and so after a few kilometers, they will lose interest and return to their home. Between their spade-like scales are what appear to be millions of white worms. The worms are actually cilia that allow the Pisces to sense irregular shifts in their surroundings. A ship breaching the surface of the planet can be detected by a Pisces 2 km away. A ship drawing close enough to be sensed by the Pisces antennae, ie. The Graveyard; can be detected by a Pisces unless the ship were to cut off all power generators and drift. The Pisces have a total of twelve eyes. Four are at the Pisces’s mouth. Two on the upper jaw and two on the lower. Three trail away from the Pisces’s jaw in the direct of its tail. The last two eyes are at the bend of its tail. One eye is on top, and the second is bellow on its abdomen. The eyes are not prominent. They are black spheres meant to blend in and be missed among the waving grass-like cilia. [Reference: [Image]]
Genders: The female Pisces are the largest and most aggressive. It is a tossup on whether they are the primary destroyer of ships or not for even male Pisces have destroyed ships. At maturity, the female Pisces begin producing eggs. It is because of the eggs that the female Pisces grow to gargantuan sizes. They are literally full of eggs, and if they cannot find males to pass the eggs onto, then they become extremely bitchy as Jim would call it. The eggs function similar to a virus. The females will chase down a male, wound the male until it can no longer run, and coil around the male similar to a beta fish in copulation. The male is then injected with a tubular genitalia that passes the egg from the female’s egg stores into the male. Males can carry at maximum 1,000 eggs. A female Pisces will often not be satisfied until she has copulated with at least 10 males to get rid of her eggs. Once a female Pisces has gotten rid of her eggs, then she becomes prey to be devoured by pregnant males trying to feed their young. The eggs, within a male duplicate the male’s genome, and whether or not the fry become male or female is random. The egg will develop inside the male until the fry stage before they will eat their way out of the male. Young Pisces are protected by larger Pisces because they are the future of the species. When they mature, then they become predator or prey just like the adults.
Legend tells of the largest Pisces, a goddess, called “The Empress” by astrobiologists. The Empress is the largest Pisces. She is immortal as far as aging and forever produces eggs. Unlike the usual female Pisces, The Empress is docile and nonaggressive. When she’s nearby, she releases a sonar-like song called “The Siren’s Song,” which calls all males to her. Male Pisces find The Empress irresistible and will willingly swim up to her to be impregnated by her. The Empress, however, does not coil like the females due to her size. She doesn’t have to for the males impale themselves on her birthing tube. Males cater to The Empress feeding her other creatures when she’s hungry or even willingly sacrificing their own bodies to feed her (the non-pregnant ones at least). The males answer her every beckon, thus why the astrobiologists consider this behavior to be similar to royalty. The Empress, unlike other Pisces, carries a unique bioluminescence of greens, blues, and purples that she will flaunt about her scales. A female becoming an Empress is extremely rare. There is about one every million years, and when a rival Empress is born, the females will battle to the death. When a Pisces dies, their carcass is often devoured by other Pisces. When an Empress dies, her death triggers a feeding frenzy among the Pisces. An Empress’s blood is so potent that Pisces from around the planet will detect it in the water and will rush to the carcass. It is essential that Pisces devour the Empress for her unique genome adds to the evolution and preservation of the species.
Homeworld: Merine is dominantly water. There is no land or even islands. There are no shallows and so the planet is completely sustained by the various creatures that reside there. Merine has no sky. The atmosphere is water, so basically Marine is a giant water bubble. The sphere is believed to be maintained by the three moons that surround it. The three moons are referred to as Guardians: The Red Guardian, The Blue Guardian, and the Green Guardian. The races on these moons protect Merine, and it is the gravitational forces of the moons that orbit around Merine that allow the planet to keep its spherical shape and not pop. Astrobiologists believe that if Merine were to pop, then several of its species with the capabilities of navigating through space like the Pisces will seek a new biome. This will turn the Merine creatures into invaders, which may not pose well for other civilizations. The three Guardians radically worship Merine to the point that they send their dead to the planet believing they will be reborn as Pisces. They study the creatures and maintain journals about the biome. Whenever a colonist vessel, warship, or any ship drifts too close to the planet, the Guardians do not warn the ship but allow nature to run its course. The ships and its crew are often destroyed by the Pisces and become a part of the ring that surrounds the planet known as The Graveyard. The Graveyard is every pirate’s; thief’s; antiquary’s dream come true. There is all sorts of salvage in The Graveyard that many merchants can make money off of. The smaller the ship, the better it won’t get detected by the Pisces. The day cycle is every six hours. The moons will rotate and blot out the sun, so the sun never rises or sets. For six hours it is day and for six hours it is night, and when a certain moon blots out the sun, it is that moon which will be seen glowing. The Red Moon, the Blue moon, or the Green Moon.
Society: Merine doesn’t have a society. It is basically one giant aquarium. The Guardians have societies that revolve around Merine. The Guardians are all predominantly into Marine science, living in coexistence with Merine, and worshipping the Pisces. Travelers to Merine would gain more knowledge by visiting The Guardians, but visitors are often destroyed once they decide to navigate The Graveyard to get to the planet. The Guardians do not make an effort to contact and warn the visitor ship for they believe in letting nature run its course. If visitors approached the moons first before the planet, then they would be welcomed by the peaceful, “fish worshippers” as they are called. They don’t really like that label, so I wouldn’t recommend it. The races on each of the moons correspond to the color of their moon. The Red Guardians are red-skinned and completely humanoid in appearance resembling humans. This is the same for the other two moons: blue and green. The three moons live in harmony with each other, sharing Merine cultures and worship, and are always developing new and innovative ways to preserve the species. The Guardians have never really had to go to war due to the Pisces keeping all ships at bay. They have only ever received visitors from peaceful colonies and governments. Even though The Guardians have never had to go to war, they prepare for the day when they will have to protect the moons and Merine. Believe it or not because of their mutual and harmonious coexistence and because of the spoils of The Graveyard, they were able to share their technology to fund a Merine Defense Force. The Merine Defense Force is under the belief that they serve The Empress. While no one of the current timeline has ever seen The Empress, there are ancient recordings of her existence. Guardians who claimed to have seen her whether physically or in their dreams are often called Prophets. The Guardians live in an equal society where no gender is superior to the other, and they are pretty open about love across all sexualities. This may be the most hippiest civilization one will have ever visited. The Guardians reproduce similar to Human, and it is believed that it was Humans who colonized the moons long ago. The red, blue, and green soil of the moons bled into the Guardians complexion overtime, giving them their distinctions. The Guardians are xenophobic and so never leave their moons. The Guardians utilize a democracy but there is no overall ruler of the three moons. Forums are held on either of the three Moons, and the Prophets act as representatives of their moons. All visitors to the moons are treated as guests until they prove otherwise, and all visitors to Merine are just chow.
Once upon a time, a Human colony that drifted too close to Merine was copulated by a female Pisces, believing the ship to be a male. Her tube penetrated the hull of the ship and pierced one of the colonists impregnating him with one of her eggs before her birthing tube was severed. The female became enraged and the colonists were forced to abandon ship. Escape pods flew to The Guardian planets and the Guardians were able to treat the Human colonists and return them to their space stations. However, one human was not allowed to go back for the Guardians realize he bore the egg of one of their gods. The Guardians treated the Human, John Parson, like a god. They gave him everything he could ever desire, but it was only for the sake of the egg inside of him. The Guardians learned about Humans through John, and learned how greedy they were. John became fat off of The Guardians worship. He breed with some of their females, producing half-Guardians that are called The Children of John to this day. The embryo inside John was able to develop into an adolescent inside him. It was during a banquet that the child was suddenly born bursting through John’s abdomen that Humans would find gory and horrific, but is forever painted about, recorded, and retold in The Guardian’s culture as a holy event. The child was half-Human and half-Pisces and was feral at first. They kept the child in an aquarium and studied him, teaching him their language and culture. When the child became a teenager, he learned that Saint John had been his father and that he had murdered him when he was born. While The Guardians found his birth to be holy and fated to happen by The Empress, the Human side of the child found The Guardians to be full of shit. The boy escaped his aquarium, escaped The Red Guardian Moon, and was never seen again. However, The Guardians know he is out there somewhere and eagerly await his return.
Alignment: The Guardians are not a part of the IFU for they never leave their planet and only selfishly care about their own and Merine’s existence. All are guests to The Guardians until they prove otherwise. All are food to Merine.
Lifespan: Several, several, several thousands of years like dinosaurs
Physical Description: The Pisces resemble a cross between a giant shark and a dragon. They have no limbs only razor sharp fins that resemble ship sails that they use to slice through other predators and long antennae that actually pick up electromagnetic frequencies (ie. ships). Their wide mouths can swallow ships and crush meteors. They have four sets of triangular teeth made for rapidly dicing up their food. The hide of a Pisces is so sturdy that it cannot only withstand the pressures of the deepest ocean trench, but the vacuum of space, making their hides extremely valuable. If one were to actually kill a Pisces, then their hides could be used to reinforce the hulls of ships and other armors. However, no ship has ever been able to catch one neither alive nor dead. The Pisces, despite their size, are capable of moving swiftly through water and are capable of breaching the atmosphere of their planet to chase their prey. The Pisces’s gills expel an alcohol that ignites from the friction of the molecules being forced through the vents. The combustion then gives the Pisces a jet propulsion capability that will carry the creature literally into space. The Pisces will not swim too far from their planet, and so after a few kilometers, they will lose interest and return to their home. Between their spade-like scales are what appear to be millions of white worms. The worms are actually cilia that allow the Pisces to sense irregular shifts in their surroundings. A ship breaching the surface of the planet can be detected by a Pisces 2 km away. A ship drawing close enough to be sensed by the Pisces antennae, ie. The Graveyard; can be detected by a Pisces unless the ship were to cut off all power generators and drift. The Pisces have a total of twelve eyes. Four are at the Pisces’s mouth. Two on the upper jaw and two on the lower. Three trail away from the Pisces’s jaw in the direct of its tail. The last two eyes are at the bend of its tail. One eye is on top, and the second is bellow on its abdomen. The eyes are not prominent. They are black spheres meant to blend in and be missed among the waving grass-like cilia. [Reference: [Image]]
Genders: The female Pisces are the largest and most aggressive. It is a tossup on whether they are the primary destroyer of ships or not for even male Pisces have destroyed ships. At maturity, the female Pisces begin producing eggs. It is because of the eggs that the female Pisces grow to gargantuan sizes. They are literally full of eggs, and if they cannot find males to pass the eggs onto, then they become extremely bitchy as Jim would call it. The eggs function similar to a virus. The females will chase down a male, wound the male until it can no longer run, and coil around the male similar to a beta fish in copulation. The male is then injected with a tubular genitalia that passes the egg from the female’s egg stores into the male. Males can carry at maximum 1,000 eggs. A female Pisces will often not be satisfied until she has copulated with at least 10 males to get rid of her eggs. Once a female Pisces has gotten rid of her eggs, then she becomes prey to be devoured by pregnant males trying to feed their young. The eggs, within a male duplicate the male’s genome, and whether or not the fry become male or female is random. The egg will develop inside the male until the fry stage before they will eat their way out of the male. Young Pisces are protected by larger Pisces because they are the future of the species. When they mature, then they become predator or prey just like the adults.
Legend tells of the largest Pisces, a goddess, called “The Empress” by astrobiologists. The Empress is the largest Pisces. She is immortal as far as aging and forever produces eggs. Unlike the usual female Pisces, The Empress is docile and nonaggressive. When she’s nearby, she releases a sonar-like song called “The Siren’s Song,” which calls all males to her. Male Pisces find The Empress irresistible and will willingly swim up to her to be impregnated by her. The Empress, however, does not coil like the females due to her size. She doesn’t have to for the males impale themselves on her birthing tube. Males cater to The Empress feeding her other creatures when she’s hungry or even willingly sacrificing their own bodies to feed her (the non-pregnant ones at least). The males answer her every beckon, thus why the astrobiologists consider this behavior to be similar to royalty. The Empress, unlike other Pisces, carries a unique bioluminescence of greens, blues, and purples that she will flaunt about her scales. A female becoming an Empress is extremely rare. There is about one every million years, and when a rival Empress is born, the females will battle to the death. When a Pisces dies, their carcass is often devoured by other Pisces. When an Empress dies, her death triggers a feeding frenzy among the Pisces. An Empress’s blood is so potent that Pisces from around the planet will detect it in the water and will rush to the carcass. It is essential that Pisces devour the Empress for her unique genome adds to the evolution and preservation of the species.
Homeworld: Merine is dominantly water. There is no land or even islands. There are no shallows and so the planet is completely sustained by the various creatures that reside there. Merine has no sky. The atmosphere is water, so basically Marine is a giant water bubble. The sphere is believed to be maintained by the three moons that surround it. The three moons are referred to as Guardians: The Red Guardian, The Blue Guardian, and the Green Guardian. The races on these moons protect Merine, and it is the gravitational forces of the moons that orbit around Merine that allow the planet to keep its spherical shape and not pop. Astrobiologists believe that if Merine were to pop, then several of its species with the capabilities of navigating through space like the Pisces will seek a new biome. This will turn the Merine creatures into invaders, which may not pose well for other civilizations. The three Guardians radically worship Merine to the point that they send their dead to the planet believing they will be reborn as Pisces. They study the creatures and maintain journals about the biome. Whenever a colonist vessel, warship, or any ship drifts too close to the planet, the Guardians do not warn the ship but allow nature to run its course. The ships and its crew are often destroyed by the Pisces and become a part of the ring that surrounds the planet known as The Graveyard. The Graveyard is every pirate’s; thief’s; antiquary’s dream come true. There is all sorts of salvage in The Graveyard that many merchants can make money off of. The smaller the ship, the better it won’t get detected by the Pisces. The day cycle is every six hours. The moons will rotate and blot out the sun, so the sun never rises or sets. For six hours it is day and for six hours it is night, and when a certain moon blots out the sun, it is that moon which will be seen glowing. The Red Moon, the Blue moon, or the Green Moon.
Society: Merine doesn’t have a society. It is basically one giant aquarium. The Guardians have societies that revolve around Merine. The Guardians are all predominantly into Marine science, living in coexistence with Merine, and worshipping the Pisces. Travelers to Merine would gain more knowledge by visiting The Guardians, but visitors are often destroyed once they decide to navigate The Graveyard to get to the planet. The Guardians do not make an effort to contact and warn the visitor ship for they believe in letting nature run its course. If visitors approached the moons first before the planet, then they would be welcomed by the peaceful, “fish worshippers” as they are called. They don’t really like that label, so I wouldn’t recommend it. The races on each of the moons correspond to the color of their moon. The Red Guardians are red-skinned and completely humanoid in appearance resembling humans. This is the same for the other two moons: blue and green. The three moons live in harmony with each other, sharing Merine cultures and worship, and are always developing new and innovative ways to preserve the species. The Guardians have never really had to go to war due to the Pisces keeping all ships at bay. They have only ever received visitors from peaceful colonies and governments. Even though The Guardians have never had to go to war, they prepare for the day when they will have to protect the moons and Merine. Believe it or not because of their mutual and harmonious coexistence and because of the spoils of The Graveyard, they were able to share their technology to fund a Merine Defense Force. The Merine Defense Force is under the belief that they serve The Empress. While no one of the current timeline has ever seen The Empress, there are ancient recordings of her existence. Guardians who claimed to have seen her whether physically or in their dreams are often called Prophets. The Guardians live in an equal society where no gender is superior to the other, and they are pretty open about love across all sexualities. This may be the most hippiest civilization one will have ever visited. The Guardians reproduce similar to Human, and it is believed that it was Humans who colonized the moons long ago. The red, blue, and green soil of the moons bled into the Guardians complexion overtime, giving them their distinctions. The Guardians are xenophobic and so never leave their moons. The Guardians utilize a democracy but there is no overall ruler of the three moons. Forums are held on either of the three Moons, and the Prophets act as representatives of their moons. All visitors to the moons are treated as guests until they prove otherwise, and all visitors to Merine are just chow.
Once upon a time, a Human colony that drifted too close to Merine was copulated by a female Pisces, believing the ship to be a male. Her tube penetrated the hull of the ship and pierced one of the colonists impregnating him with one of her eggs before her birthing tube was severed. The female became enraged and the colonists were forced to abandon ship. Escape pods flew to The Guardian planets and the Guardians were able to treat the Human colonists and return them to their space stations. However, one human was not allowed to go back for the Guardians realize he bore the egg of one of their gods. The Guardians treated the Human, John Parson, like a god. They gave him everything he could ever desire, but it was only for the sake of the egg inside of him. The Guardians learned about Humans through John, and learned how greedy they were. John became fat off of The Guardians worship. He breed with some of their females, producing half-Guardians that are called The Children of John to this day. The embryo inside John was able to develop into an adolescent inside him. It was during a banquet that the child was suddenly born bursting through John’s abdomen that Humans would find gory and horrific, but is forever painted about, recorded, and retold in The Guardian’s culture as a holy event. The child was half-Human and half-Pisces and was feral at first. They kept the child in an aquarium and studied him, teaching him their language and culture. When the child became a teenager, he learned that Saint John had been his father and that he had murdered him when he was born. While The Guardians found his birth to be holy and fated to happen by The Empress, the Human side of the child found The Guardians to be full of shit. The boy escaped his aquarium, escaped The Red Guardian Moon, and was never seen again. However, The Guardians know he is out there somewhere and eagerly await his return.
Alignment: The Guardians are not a part of the IFU for they never leave their planet and only selfishly care about their own and Merine’s existence. All are guests to The Guardians until they prove otherwise. All are food to Merine.
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@Holy Soldier Merine looks good. I will add it when I finish with the formatting edits to the OP. I'd also be interested in a race entry for the Guardians, but you don't have to obviously.
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