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The Ogryn Kingdom

The Ogryn Kingdom

SPECIES

The Savages Most Honorable

Large, strong beasts of people, the Ogryns lay the claim to being the largest race in the lands. They are an incredibly durable race, able to weather extreme cold as well as extreme heat and various other natural conditions with a large amount of natural stamina and the ability to eat literally anything.

As something of an oddity, Ogryns are by and wide considered to be a very stupid race by most of civilized races (not in ear shot of course) with a very limited vocabulary but are known for extraordinary mental math abilities. Even the most simple of ogryn can preform calculations and keep track of numbers at the same level of a well educated man.

The breeding of Ogryn and reproduction is also a thing of wonder as while they are sexual dimorphic, there are far more males than females. To get around this inconvenience, the Ogryns take advantage of another one of their incredible survival tools: Being able to literally breed with anyone. Of course, the health of the person on the receiving end of a male Ogryn is dubious, they are guaranteed to foster at least a single child.

The treatment of such women of other races varies as much as the treatment of normal slaves but all should take great caution during the “Birthing Season” where hormones run high in male Ogryn even more so than usual. This causes increased desire to procreate and even more aggression which can only be suppressed through sheer force of will (which usually means those with great power and skill and mental fortitude).

PROS:
+ Large, very strong, durable and good stamina
+ Able to weather some pretty extreme natural conditions (fantastic metabolism)
+ Excellent skill with numbers and mental math
+ Can breed with anyone of any race
+ Can eat just about anything

CONS:
- Poor mental abilities beyond math with limited vocabulary
- Have to eat a lot to keep up metabolism
- Too fertile, do not have enough food for everyone, weakest become food for the strongest growing up
- Clumsy hands meaning less fine motor skills
- Go into heat which makes them perverse and aggressive which can only be suppressed by sheer force of will (so higher ups are unaffected)

TERRITORY

The Realm of the Ogryn

Territory of the Ogryn Kingdom

(The light green up top)

A strange mix of both being territorial and nomadic, the Ogryns live atop perhaps the most mineral rich and untapped mountains, the Khorhal Mountain Range. Even without the angry, hungry Ogryns, the Khorhal Mountains are a dangerous place filled with dozens of variety of deadly killer predators, sheer cliffs, epic mountains and scraggy roads as well as extreme cold and regular blizzards of ice that can cut exposed flesh. Despite of these numerous dangers, there are plenty who still seek to attempt to mine and exploit the mountains to limited success. Nearly everyone dies in the attempt one way or another, but the riches of those who have managed to "survive" are amazing indeed and only inspire more fools to go for the Lands of the Ogryns. The Ogryns themselves are not affected by their environment due to their biology and because they're used to it and the regular stream of jackasses and miners always provides good meat.

Below the mountains are rolling hills and plateaus which are home to redoubts and hill forts who in turn watch over vast areas of farmland. Such land is cultivated by slaves, watched by Ogryn patrols to ensure none of them take extended "breaks". Although one may think of these lands to be "safe", they would be woefully wrong as it is very prestigious for a Warlord from the mountains to own farmland but not for them to simply own farmland. Intense competition for such land means that those who do only have farm land protect it zealously and ferociously.

Their de factor capital sits atop the simply named "Three Mountains", the tallest trio of stone fangs of the already impressive Khorhal Mountains. which holds the fortress stronghold of the current War Master, Sogrot Brickfist II.

LEADERSHIP

The Rite of Rule

The Ogryn Kingdom is comprised of several semi-unified tribes of Ogryn, all bound to the will of the War Master and his Great Tribe. Under him are the various other tribes lead by either brutal warriors known as Warlords or powerful mages known as Slaughtermasters. The lineage of leadership is hereditary and is dominated by males but should someone be able to slay the current leader in an honorable duel to the death, they will take the title for themselves.

The current War Master is one Sogrot Brickfist II.

CULTURE

The Way of Strength

The Ogryn Kingdom is made up of various smaller Ogryn tribes. The races as a whole is fairly homogenous barring the quirks and cultural nuances of each tribe. However, there is a large number of slaves at any given time in the Ogryn Kingdoms to do the jobs which the large, clumsy Ogryn cannot. The treatment of such slaves can vary greatly between tribes and even who own them but as a general rule of thumb, those who serve the higher ups and warlords will have a better time than those who serve the normal Ogryn.

Raiding is a crucial part of the Ogryn way of life as it is through the “Art of Raid” which one finds the easiest and quickest way up the social ladder. While many see their brutal raids as barbaric, there is actually a decent bit of honor and martial skill and pride involved. For example, while the Ogryns may burn your house down, they will only attack those who fight back for you see, it is seen as important that only warriors fight warriors. As such, very few Ogryns will ever go after civilians on purpose. In addition to martial honor, the Ogryn value oaths very much and once an oath is formed, it is rarely broken. Such oaths even extend to non-Ogryn which the race of giants can come across.

Driving home this point of sophistication beyond initial looks, the Ogryns take special note of purity and will often clean themselves to the best of their abilities whenever given a chance. Even some of the larger, more impressive keeps of Ogryn Warlords are on par with civilized castles in terms of hygiene. Interestingly enough, while their vocabulary is limited, the Ogre’s natural skill with numbers means that they tend to see things numerical and as such have created an advanced written language that goes beyond their vocal language.

While the Breeding Season is by far one of the most dangerous times of the year, there are Ogryn who can control and even completely suppress its effects. While many leaders can do it through force of will, all Ogryn mages and wizards (Slaughter Masters/Slaughter Shamans/Lavableachers) can do it naturally. This comes as a secondary effect of their mental training to become magic-users which tempers their minds and hardens their spirits. Many slaves will flock to these mages and leaders during the Breeding Season, taking their chances of not being eaten over that of suffering at the bone-breaking hands of an Ogryn in heat.

Despite living in the mountains, Ogryns are naturally a nomadic race and as such can be found all over the world. Some roam in warbands or set up strongholds in remote locations. Others have found work as mercenaries due to their massive strength and, provided the employer keeps them well fed and paid, are extremely loyal mercenaries. Some have even formed bonds of fellowship with charismatic and brave adventures and officers. These "Oath-Bound Ogryn" are incredibly popular bodyguards and companions due to their amazing strength and undying loyalty as well as being able to handle limited logistical roles given their natural ability with numbers.

HISTORY

The Saga of the Ogryn

Ogyrns are not native to the mountains they are in but in fact hail from a land in the far east. It is said that their ancestors were on the run from something, a desperate migration that shot fear even to the might Ogryns that they came barreling into the lands, literally throwing themselves at anything that stood in their parts until they came to settle the mountains they currently inhabit. Even now, the few Ogryn who know what was the thing which threatened them was absolutely refuse to speak of it. Even the great War Master is visible unnerved at the words and questions relating to it.

Ogryn raids or even full scale invasion-raids known as "Warpaths" have been a common and reoccurring event for many in the world. Although over the years, people have figured out how to either buy out the services of the brutes or trick them into fighting someone else. As such, the demand of Ogryn mercenaries has increased although there are still plenty of Ogryn raiders.

(Work in Progress)

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40k Texan

Name: Jacob Nathaniel Henderson (JN Hen in private)
Age: 21
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 184lb
Gender: Cowboy

Speciality:

Jacob Henderson is a priest, trained and raised by birth to preach the word of the lord and savior of man by devout parents. His long, passionate, sometimes tangental speeches are assisted by his booming voice that has only two modes: loud and extra loud. Perfect for those hectic battlefield circumstances where you need to scream louder than the guy who just got his limbs blown off. Beyond oratory skills, Henderson also claims to have the fastest hands on the western side of the galaxy, his quick draw abilities unparalleled and has saved his hide more than once. He also makes a mean stew out of just about anything.

Appearance:


If you can somehow find a picture of a futuristic Texan that isn’t Mcree, go right ahead. Otherwise, writing please, just a few paragraphs.
Other Appearance: Scars, tattoos, all that good stuff.
Personality: About a solid 6.5/7

Henderson: So what can I do for you, Father O'Mally'O'Connel'O'Carrol'O'Reilly'O'Brian'O'Sullivan... ah-who is also Texan?
Father O'Mally'O'Connel'O'Carrol'O'Reilly'O'Brian'O'Sullivan who is also Texan: Tell me brother Henderson, what is your favorite thing to do?
Henderson: Why, its spreadin' the good word of the God-Emperor to the many people of the galaxy of course!
Father O'Mally'O'Connel'O'Carrol'O'Reilly'O'Brian'O'Sullivan who is also Texan: And the killin's of the xenos?
Hennderson: Oh just try and fuckin' stop me.
Father O'Mally'O'Connel'O'Carrol'O'Reilly'O'Brian'O'Sullivan who is also Texan: And what about... heretics?
Henderson: Second verse, same as the first. Now put me on a plane, so I can put'em in a hearse!

History: What kind of family does your Texan come from? Traditional rancher, a politician’s group, even a promethium miner and/or refiner?
Gear: What’s your character packing? Standard issue weaponry is a peacebreaker autopistol, a plainstrider autogun, and a ‘combat knife’ that’s actually a cavalry sabre. If you carry anything nonstandard, it goes here.
Gear Personalisation: What have you done to make your gear yours? Any custom engravings, carvings and so on goes here.

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"Deals to Die For."

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When the Old World died, the Wal was born.}

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Welcome

Based upon the /tg/ homebrew setting Walmart Apocalypse, this RP will be set within the confines of one of many mega Walmarts that people have flocked too when the world ended. Now how big are these megawalmarts you might ask? Try "the size of small countries"; these places are massive and seemingly go on forever and had their own residential blocks in the ages past, watched over by the eternally vigilant and murderous Stockerbots who both restock the sheleves and brutally slaughter anyone committing a crime. Given that everyone is basically committing some crime by simply having to "shoplift" to survive, just about everyone is a target so do try your best to say away from them.

As for what this RP will entail, it is based on a group of Bargain Hunters, a catch all term for mercenaries, explorers and adventurers. The group will go through various biomes, cultures and peoples all without suffering horrible fates (hopefully). Given as the "canon" (the linked page)lore is some what sparse, lore development and world building will also be a part.

CSs will be given the "mob democracy" review in which everyone gets to review and critique each other's character but I as GM will have final say. That said, come into this RP knowing that I can be a hardass GM at times and that there will still be limits as to what your characters will be like (ie having guns is something that will be heavily looked into) as well as being able to write at a high casual level and remain level headed and accept that things will not always make scientific sense.

Rules

• Be Mature and Follow Basic Rules - Don't be a dick, godmodder, poor sport, metagamer, keep interpersonal conflicts out of OOC, etc. Basic RPing manners really.
• GM is God - My word is hallowed law and my will shall be done. I am a hardass GM but I do tend to be benevolent unless something requires me to be otherwise in which case I will become a hardass. I also reserve the right to retcon things and break my own rules as I see fit.
• Timely, Good Posts - Try and post regularly, I'm not going to make any strict posting requirements but do try and stay active OOC/IC. If you have to drop out, please tell me; I don't hate when people drop and tell me, I do when they don't. I also suspect that people should be able to write decently length posts, nothing overboard but I will go after you if you make a 3 sentence post or something.
• Have Fun - Seriously, this is all for shits and giggles and mocking consumerist culture and capitalism and stuff like that. If you have any ideas that you think would improve the RP/world in some way, do speak up.

CS Guide

Here is the CS Guide. I'm implementing "mob democracy" in that people can comment and offer suggestions to other people's characters provided they stay civil. Final approval however is still in the hands of the GM. Do make sure that your character is logical to established "lore" though.

CS Guide

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[indent][b]| NAME |[/b]
[indent] Self explanatory. [/indent]
[b]| DEPARTMENT |[/b]
[indent]Where were you raised/currently live? Your character should make sense with whatever the Department’s culture is[/indent]
[b]| AGE |[/b]
[indent]Realistic for their experiences, please. [/indent]

[b]| TRAITS |[/b] - This is where you're "personality" traits come in as well as skills, make sure to balance them though.
[indent][list][*] [b]Attribute[/b] -
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[b]| EQUIPMENT |[/b] - Weapons, armor, trinkets, pets, etc. Don't go overboard and what you take should make sense with your character.
[indent][list][*] [b]Item[/b] -
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[b]| BIOGRAPHY |[/b]
[indent]Describe your character's life up until now. Where did they come from? Any major events? How did it shape them? Why or how have they ended up as a Bargain Hunter? Doesn't have to be really long though.[/indent][/indent]

Example GM Character, Lewis Watton Sinesias

(Face Claim, not Armor and stuff)

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| NAME |

Lewis Watton Sinesias

| DEPARTMENT |

Clothing/Electronics

| AGE |

29

| TRAITS |

• Veteran Bargain Hunter - A life of adventure and exploring the endless halls and also has given otherwise untrainable skills such as that innate sense of danger and the ability to suppress that feeling paradoxically. He leads with great efficiency and has a good sense of management and navigation.
• Minor Noble - Born of a minor noble house within Clothing, Lewis is well educated compared to some others. However, not being a full noble with all the power, prestige and wealth that comes with it means that he doesn’t have the resources to truly pull together s
• Stubborn - Strong willed, Lewis doesn’t take things lying down and doesn’t quiet easily. Good thing for when the going gets tough, not so good when you walk head first into the Baby Goods Department.
• Ambitious - Between being the child of a lesser noble and being a Bargain Hunter, there’s no way he was never going to be ambitious, it gives him drive to do his work and feeds into his stubbornness (and potential narcissism).

| EQUIPMENT |

• Gambeson w/ Plates - Gambeson made of various thicker patches of clothing with a tin can breastplate with faulds and shin guards; isn’t the prettiest nor the newest but it has served Lewis well even if he is jealous of other people’s armors. Also wears a reinforced metal bowl over his head as a helmet with a feathered flume made of Dire Raven feathers (think of British WW1 helmets).
• Vambrace Shield - Instead of having an actual shield, Lewis has strong, reinforced forearm guards that he uses to parry and block instead. Lewis got them from his travels in from a clan in the Meat section of the Food Department. Does jack shit against heavy and ranged weapons though.
• Bag of Dice - A small pouch of dice that Lewis has on him, often pulling them out on down time to play guessing or betting games with; the pouch contains one twenty sided die given to him by an old dorf friend as a good luck token before he died.
• Dual Chief's Daggers and Las-Revolver - Primary weapons of Lewis; both have been with him since the start. The daggers where some of his first loot while the Las-Revolver was a gift from his father when he first started his life as a Bargain Hunter as a farewell gift, its cylinder can hold 5 AA batteries at once but is single action.

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Lewis’s life began as a political maneuver between a minor noble of House Nike and a group of Tronboyz known as the Nervs. His mother was a daughter of the Sinesia and his father a respected warrior of the Nervs; it was hoped that such a marriage would solidify an alliance which would then provide the House of Nike with discounts on blaster weapons.

Growing up, Lewis’s life would be split between time with both Departments of his heritage. In his youth he was brought up by courtiers and tutors of House Nike where he learned to read, write, plot, plan and organize along with how to fight to some extend. All the basics needed for Clothing Department nobility. Which apparently includes knowing how to shank someone and punch them in the face.

When he was 10, he then spent more time with the Electronics Department. For 5 years he learned the ways of the Tron, honing his martial skills as well as creating a lust for old world things. Such was this drive that when he was 16, he set out to become a Bargain Hunter. Sometimes he would do it alone, sometimes with a group. Sometimes he had a patron sometimes he didn’t. Regardless, his life of adventuring has lead him to some rather exotic and interesting places as his experience helps make up the lack of vast sums of money that one sees with greenhorn noble jackass or the reputation of a wal-renowned Bargain Hunter.

Lore

Here is the storage place for anything homebrew that we make in the RP. Terms, equipment, factions, people, lore, etc. Shall be used shortly.

[ClocktowerEchos]

The Vesyanian Confederation (NSFW)

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Territory

The Vesyanians claim Lousiana and a large chunk of the bayou area as their own. Its swampy lands transformed into something more dangerous, more primordial and how it was in the old world, at least the areas which the Vesyanians call home. Its often hot and humid, fog and mist rolling through the land in waves. Once ferocious animals are now even more predatory than before due to mutations and the trees which haven't rotted away have grown to truly gigantic and absurd proportions, making excellent homes for those seeking shelter from the ground below and do not have the fortune of having ruins to build upon.

History

The history of the Vesyanian Tribe can be traced back to one of the more sexually deprived experiments preformed by Vault-Tec. When the first people Vault 24 where brought into the Vault, they were told to dispose of an burn their clothing out of fear of radiological contamination and that they would be given jumpsuits soon after. However, there were no additional clothing provided to the inhabitants and upon exploring the vault proper, they discovered it had been filled with explicit adult materials and there was a surprising lack of conventional entertainment options. Needless to say, this came as quite a shock to the now nude inhabitants, coming as quite the culture shock and they nearly lynched the first Overseer because of it.

However, as time past, each generation got more and more comfortable with nudity and sexuality, having lost the prudishness and prim and proper mannerisms of their pre-war ancestors. In addition to this new life style, body art became increasingly common as a way of standing out and displaying one’s individual nature as display that through clothing was never an option.

When the Vault doors opened, the inhabitants set out into a brave new world, discovering that they had picked up a rather interesting trait: extremely well adapted homeostasis and fast metabolism. Wether due to their lifestyle, a minor actor failure that caused a minor mutation or something else is unknown, but the new settlers were able to live comfortably in a wide range of climates without feeling overly hot or overly cold.

More generations pasted and while many died during the first years of settlement and migration, those who survive became stronger and smarter, especially when dealing with other tribes and factions. Never one to be overly militant, the tribals realized that in a wasteland full of deformed people, the sight of a beautiful woman dancing around naked or a bare chested male who looked like something out of a prewar sports magazine was extremely appealing to others. In their own, new native tongue they called themselves the Vesyanians or “Children of Vesyan”, their goddess of the sun, beauty and passion who lead their pantheon. Taking this advantage, the tribals would often simply seduce most threats that came to them and taking advantage of their own virility to tire them out before either attempting to assimilate them or killing them while they were too tired to react.

This method was soon expanded to politics as it became a common practice to have a group of daughters and sons be sent off and seducing anyone of importance within a tribe and taking control through marriage. With the natural fertility of the Vesyanian Tribals, the number of people with Vesyanian blood in them often outnumbered those who didn’t and with such influence and charm, the Vesyanian culture become the dominate one. One by one, tribes would allured by the nude men and women with beauty and charm beyond anything they had ever seen and were absorbed into the greater Vesyanian Tribal Confederation, any technology and knowledge they once had now being assimilated into that of the Confederation.

Culture

The Vesyanians are built upon misunderstanding of old world things and of the most prevalent is the concept of “Gravure” which too the tribals means “model” in the way of “role model”. People are told to look for both inner and outer beauty, to sharpen their wits while also accentuating their appearances. This concept is split between men and women as “Stallion” and “Bombshell” respectively; while Studs are supposed to be the strong warriors baring chest with large muscles, Bombshells are supposed to be the calm collected brains with delicate and modest forms and manners. Of course the “delicate and modest” is based upon the standards of the Vesyanians and are not and should not be confused with the same word used by many others in whats almost a completely different definition by compression. The women of the Vesyanians also seem to have some natural affinity with explosives to some degree leading to some postituatling if the old world meaning of “Bombshell Girl” was based upon the idea of beautiful women with an in-depth knowledge of bombs. Similar, its is thought that the word “Stallion” was to meant to mark men who had the strength and stamina of the wild horses. In both sense, Bombshell and Stallion are highly esteemed compliments to the Vesyanians as well as several other words which other factions would consider insults.

There is little definition of “private property” to the Vesyanians. While people can “mark” things as something they prefer to use, it is still not under their ownership. Everything is in essence, owned by everyone although people will generally respect if someone lays claim to a weapon they prefer to use or a bed they like to sleep on the most. Even love is considered to be a very open thing with partners often sleeping around with others with no ill consequence from their partners. One could go as far as to say that it is expected for people to have such “unbound” relationships. The only true formality is that if someone wishes to have a baby, they must declare that they are “marrying” their partner meaning that they must have a child with that person. The “marriage” is subsequently terminated upon the child’s birth allowing for another “marriage” to take place.

Slavery is a common procedure in the Confederation but it is treated differently. Anyone can become a slave to anyone else, often done to pay debts or to help get by during tough times. While they are effectively property of whoever now owns them, they cannot be bought and sold without their own consent and masters are expected to take good care of their property as a gesture of both kindness and knowing that they will work better if treated and maintained well. It is like a gun, if you take good care of it, it’ll serve you well. Any child born to a slave is not a slave themselves, but will have to stay with their mother or father. Even those who are captured and enslaved are treated the same as those Vesyanians who enslave themselves voluntarily except that those who are captured have no fixed terms they must serve before they can be set free; only through winning their master’s favor or buying their own freedom can they become free themselves.

Mutants are treated very much on a “out of sight, out of mind” thinking where the Vesyans do not particularly enjoy dealing with them, but are willing to cooperate with them but will not show the same level of “intimacy” which they would show to humans. Mutants tend to banished from Confederation lands but will not be attacked provided they do not provoke the natives.

Religion

The primary deity of the Vesyanian pantheon is the namesake goddess of the sun, beauty, passion and lust, Vesyan. The worship of her involves prayers, shrines and religious parties and orgies as it is believed her “blessings” must be shared around. Despite this, Vesyan does have a much more serious role of fighting a battle against the darkness which threatens to consume the world in void fire. Her lover, the god of the moon, hunting, energy and strength, Balkith, gave himself up to the darkness and formed the moon so that light may shine upon the world even in the darkest of nights but his battle is far more difficult and sometimes he is beaten back, only to fight back with righteous strength, explaining the moon cycles.

Other notable gods include:

• Aysha, the Goddess of Fertility and Health. She is whom people pray to when they seek to bear children and is believed that she is the one who dictates when women are fertile and capable of bearing children and giving breast milk; commonly portrayed as a pregnant woman with motherly figure with large breasts that produce panacea capable of healing any wound or sickness. Aysha has actually given birth to more deities than Vesyan herself.
• Kagorlis, the God of Laughter, Children and Trickery. He is depicted as a clown-like person with a beaked mask and wide eyes with two different aspects. On one hand he is the one seen responsible for plots involving some level of deception and cruel tricks but on the other hand is the guardian of children and seneschal of parties. People pray to him to protect their children and have them grow up happy and also that their celebration proves a success. Every festival is first started with a ceremonial act to Kargorlis in the hopes he will make it a resounding success.
• Inynd, the God of the Death, Spirits and Darkness. Inynd is an interesting case as he was born when the darkness forced itself onto Aysha and impregnated her with Inynd. Throughout his divine life, Inynd has sought to conquer the innate demons within himself with the famous story “Journey to the Sky” detailing his journey from a demon king to a servant of Vesyan. He watches over the living and escorts them into the afterlife, deciding who goes where with the help of his own servants, the Soulmaidens who select who is worthy to go where.
• Morathai, the Goddess of Murder, Rape and Blood. The Bloody Handed God is by far the darkest deity in the pantheon, her subjects are not pleasant ones. Despite this, the Vesyanians still respect her greatly as despite her hate and rage, her fury and strength is unmatched apart from Balkith and Vesyan and is at the forefront of the battle against the darkness. Warriors will often pray to her before a battle as she alone can grant them strength for pray to Balkith is not possible as he is too busy being the beacon of light in the night.
• Lolithia, the Goddess of Nature, Weather and Harvest. The Lady of the Sky to which all farmers look to for her blessing in the form of rain. It is said that on occasion there are times when she will let down her own juices onto the earth and bless the harvest to be extremely bountiful but she must use it in moderation otherwise she may accidentally flood the land. Animals are also under her protection and indeed serve her after she took on the rare white lion known as Athzland, the King of the Beasts as her husband.
• Gwendolyn, God of Change, Justice, Time and Fate. Despite being a male, Gwendolyn is always portrayed as extremely feminine looking to the point that many outsiders think of him as a young Goddess. While it is true he lacks masculine features, he plays and extremely important role due to a curse place upon him. Gwendolyn is blind, not by choice, but because he accepted a cursed mask originally meant to target Vesyan herself. The inside of the mask was a gateway straight into the void and upon donning it, he lost the ability to see normally but through perseverance has managed to see into the souls of men and through time itself, able to predict the many futures and his blindness ensuring that he has no bias in any court decision. Because of his sacrifice, Vesyan rewards Gwendolyn handsomely in more ways than one, almost making up for how many times he’s in the literal butt end of Kargorlis’s pranks and antics.

Scarlet Shamans are typically the ones in charge of communicating with the gods and while open to both genders, women far outnumber men. They spend their time deducing the messages of the gods in various forms such as animal bone readings, animal sacrifices, smoke readings and a type of vision quest known only as “the Vaping”. Other holy duties include watching over marriage ceremonies where they gather a crowd to watch the as the proof of impregnation is made public so neither partner can deny the bond. Being closest to the gods, they are also typically the ones who are seen as the paragons of morality and a sort of standards for everyone else in Vesyanian society to live up too although this is Vesyanian standards.

Military

To the Vesyanians, anyone carrying a weapon is considered a soldier which essentially means everyone in Vesyanian society is a soldier. However, those who are trained and considered professional, competent soldiers is far less as war is seen with an air of distaste. Like their normal clothing, Vesyanian “armor” is extremely light and doesn’t give much protection and a lot to see and is very much a style of substance for of thing. Greaves, gauntlets, trinkets, dog collars, stockings, shibari style rope webbing, hot wax seals put directly on the body, jewelry of animal bones and fangs, lower facemarks and brightly colored feathers all making an appearance in the “armors” of the Vesyanians. While this makes them fragile, it does make them extremely nimble and hard to hit in melee as they will never be encumbered by armor.

In terms of weapons, the children of Vesyan are tribals though and through, relying on brush axes, whips, war clubs and blades, claw weapons, spears, machetes and sledge hammers in melee. At ranged, they have perfected the use of bows, creating many exotic looking variants which when combined with their equally exotic arrows, give the Vesyanians a fighting chance in their hit and run attacks even against armor. However, with a combination of looting, trading and exploring, they have come across a small cache of rare weapons. More elite troops can be found sporting bolt action and lever action rifles as well as double barrel and pump shotguns with pistols and revolvers being more common. Reserved for the best are the taser lances and the chainsaw. Supporting weapons comes in the form of molotov cocktails, improvised nail bombs, catapults and ballistics of various sizes and even Immolators mounted on wheels and used as fire-based artillery pieces and crank operated automatic rifles and machine guns.

Lightning raids and hit and run attacks are the primary tactics of the Confederation as they are well aware that against the more advanced factions, they have little chance of victory in a straight up fight. Against other tribals they may try more direct methods however. Fear and distraction are also favorite tactics as distantly giggling from all directions in a dark forest or a beauty who is always just out of reach can prove dangerous for a unwary mind.

The warriors of the Vesyanians are simply called “Braves”, nine of them lead by a “Sub-Champion” forms the basic 10-man “Pack” unit of the military. Three of these packs are called “Gatherings” and are lead by a Champion. Three Gatherings form a “Herd” lead by a Dominate or a Dominatrix and their “Alpha Pack” bringing the number up to 100 men. Above that are the 210-men side War Herds lead by Master Dominates/Dominatrixes. Above that is the largest grouping a single tribe can hope to support and even then its a combination of the efforts of multiple tribes, the Horde. 440 soldiers led by the tribal chieftain themselves with the addition of their handpicked honor guard.

The most unique part of the military though, is the Zombie; the Zarnagad in the native tongue. These zombies are made from those who are either captured in battle or ensnared in lust. Through a combination of a plant known as the Zarnagand Plant and hypnosis, the Vesyanian shamans can enslave someone mentally after bringing them to the brink of death. These zombies are not the smartest of creatures but they know enough to get their job done which is to scare the shit out of enemies. While a few well place bullets will be able to take down a zombie in most cases, its the moral damage and fear they cause which makes them so invaluable. Nothing scares a soldier quite like seeing the decaying corpse of his allies flailing towards him and screaming at the top of their rotted lungs. Especially skilled shamans have even managed to preform this zombie mind-shackling on larger creatures such as super mutants which are often used as favored mounts and bodyguards of tribal chieftains; the King of the Vesyanians also tends to ride upon a zombie deathclaw and while no where near as deadly as a normal one, it is still not something most people want to see.

Economy

It should come as no surprise that the biggest industry within the Confederation is tourism, namely sex tourism. With such a plethora of exotic persons who can guarantee both a good time and being completely clean, just the name alone will inspire thoughts of debautchery which some can barely imagine. The incredible immune systems of the Vesyanians ensures that they will not catch any STD which their customer may have. More than a few people who have come to the lands of the Vesyanian have ended up staying there and assimilating into the tribes for obvious reasons.

Beyond services, there is a large trinket economy which Vesyanian craftsmen pride themselves on. One can find finely carved walking sticks and charms made of stone, wood, shells, old world scrap, bone, and plants all for sale to tourists (sometimes at a rather high cost). Weaving as also produced some fine textiles, carpets and robes from local plants and animals, the last of are almost always sold to tourists instead of being worn domestically.

Trade does exist between the various settlements and tribes and while sufficient for day to day living and military upkeep, the bulk of the caps made is by the tourism. The seediness of the confederation however does attract smugglers who use the tribes and settlements to hide out from their respective authorities. The Vesyanians have found a way to effectively “tax” these less then moral people, forcing them to pay the tribe tribute or be either killed or thrown out and handed to those who want them dead.

Population, Government and Figures

Pop: About 200,000

The Confederation is ruled at the top by a King and Queen, also known as the Sapa Vesyan and the Saka Vesyan meaning “Son/Daughter of Vesyan” respectively. Belief has it that they receive the strongest blessing of Vesyan to the point of being her incarnates on earth. It is a hereditary position with a royal bloodline and there is indeed the habit of keeping the royal blood “pure” but Vesyanian blood is remarkably resistant to the effects of inbreeding. Of course there’s also the fact that there tends to be many bastards running about so those legitimately born are marked as such; the less official children still do tend to find respectable jobs within the government though.

Under the Sapa and Saka is the Sagamore Council, acting as the bureaucracy and advisors to the king and queen. They are made up of the various tribal chieftains, settlement governors and other major positions in the realm. They do not live at the capital city most of the time and will only convene at certain times of the year much akin to the old US congress as they still need to be able to run their organizations and peoples although they always appoint regents while the council is in session.

Notable Personas:

• Sapa Vesyan Teclitz
• Saka Vesyan Jegyngo
• Scarlet Sha-Madam Ekyrina, Head of the Scarlet Shamans
• Warmaster Galros
• Grandmaster Sarothus of the Firelock Knights

Domestic and Technology

The Vesyanian Confederation are at a crossroads as no longer are they just tribals squatting in ruins, but have managed to form a porto-empire. They have built their own magnificent works, control a large swathe of land and many different peoples. They are no longer stuck to just using cottage industry and primitive tools but have access to more sophisticated machinery and old world knowledge. Despite this, they still haven’t fully industrialized and modernized into a power like the NCR or the Legion as their central government isn’t quite as developed as those two.

Having outgrown the label of “just tribals”, the Vesyanians have managed to get their hands on, but not master, the art of industry. Old world tooling and techniques have made their way into everyday life as a rudimentary radio system has been set up between settlements and tribes. Water powered hammers and mills have been around for a long time, now bolstered by better agricultural techniques and improved salvaging practices. Powder making has been improved to the point that bullets and shells are no longer as rare as they once were and gunsmithing has reached a point where they can be used more regularly but are restricted to revolvers, bolt action and single shot weapons. Electricity coverage is spotty with some places relying solely on candle and firelight while others boast flash signs and christmas lights.

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@Nerevarine So I decided to make something against my better judgement if you are still open.

Greater Kingdom of Gotham and Jersey

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Greater Kingdom of Gotham and Jersey
(More commonly Kingdom of Gotham)

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Absolute Monarchy - The King holds all power and while land-owning vassals exist under him exist, they are strictly a bureaucratic division in most cases. Women inherit titles on equal terms with men meaning that there have been a few Queens of Gotham. The current monarch is one King Galahan; his wife, Queen Alianora. As is per tradition, the King always as the title of Gotham a while the Queen has the title of Jersey even if they are not actually from those places. Galahan himself is actually from the Duchy of Philadelphia but takes up the title King of Gotham. When referring to the Greater of Kingdom of Gotham and Jersey, typically just calling it the Kingdom of Gotham is acceptable (although some in Jersey will scorn you for it).

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The people and ways of the Kingdom of Gotham and Jersey is a fairly unique blend of things, if not deceiving to the ignorant eye who often sees it as a bastardization of the knights of the crusade era of the Old World. This quirk is best exemplified by the language spoken known as "Anglolish" which, while using English as a base, mixes in Latin, German and Chinese which some astute listeners can pick up. You can converse with someone speaking Anglolish in English, although there would be some obvious awkwardness between them.

The four tenants of Gotham-Jersey culture are: Knowledge, Honor, Duty and Family. No matter how great one may be or how much wealth they possess, if they lack any one of those four tenants then they are nothing to the Kingdom. With a wealth of knowledge granted to them by the great archives of Philadelphia, New York and Washington DC, there has always been a quest for more information for the people of Gotham. This has lead to some going far and wide in their exploration and expeditions of the Old World to try and uncover whatever they get. Given that old world knowledge is near sacred to them, a common saying is that if you are ever attacked by the Kingdom of Gotham, the local archive or library is a far safer place to stay rather than a castle.

Honor has a core part is what sometimes dictates the actions of some. Guided by the Code of Javah, the interpretation is up to the individual but generally monk will have the final say in a case about honor although lords to have the power to do so as well. This has lead to some conflicts between some holy men and lords. Being scorned is the least of the worries of someone who is deemed to be dishonorable and death either by their own hands or that of the enemy’s is often the route those shamed choose. One should be careful to note that honor and morality aren’t the same thing; you could very well have an immoral person be seen in high regards as very honorable!

Duty translates not necessarily as service, but hard work. There is a very strong culture of “do it yourself” and that hard work will get you far. This mentality in part stems from an idealized version of the old “American Dream” so often talked about in many of the tomes of the great archives and while there’s limitations and other elements which can get in the way of one’s ascension by duty, it is quite helpful when trying to keep people focused and productive.

Family is something lifted from old Chinese cultures of “Shinsei”, old world Chinatowns that barricade themselves in and created impressive defenses and communities within them, as well as the need to stay close together and have large family born of these dark times. Men and women are expected to if not get outright married, but find a partner by the time they become 16 and have large families from there. Divorce is something heavily looked down upon but remarriage because your spouse passed away is tolerated.

Religiously, the nation follows variation of Christianity that blends in eastern thinkings as well as the previously mentioned “Four Tenants of Life” called Daxian. It follows a very Christian idea of God and Jesus but states that through enlightenment, normal men can be blessed by God’s chosen agents, the Celestine Saints, beautiful angelic men and women revered as saints by the populace, or even ascend into divinity and become Celestine Saints It is held that Jesus was in fact the first man to become enlightened and became a prophet to spread the good word of the lord. Ancestors who have accomplished great deeds are often praised as exemplars in the hopes that their souls can one day ascend to that of the Celestine Saints. There is no one fixed path which enlightenment requires, resulting in the formation of various schools of philosophical thought on how best to transcend, but it is required that everyone must be in balanced minds and follow the Four Tenants.

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Although the kingdom title itself is fairly new, its land are not. Form from the two realms of the Duchy of Greater Jersey and the Duchy of York. Several generations ago, the two kingdoms were at near constant competition and war with one another, both growing and expanding to new places only to fight each other. There never went a year when there wasn’t some raid or skirmish or battle between armies and levies.

A village that once sat on the Jersey/York border, untouched by warring lords

But in a romance that is still told today as the greatest love story ever told, the heir to the throne of York fell in love with the young duchess of Jersey. The two met incognito at a dance and fell in love but they were not to be. Regardless, the heir continued to pursue his love who dropped him as man hints and openings as she could manage while under her regency. The story has been told countless times and countless embellishments ranging from the plausible to utter fantasy but it is at this point where the story splits.

Some say that the heir forced his way into the castle of the duchess when he found out that she was to be married off to someone else, fighting all the guards who came after him, and proposed to her all bloodied and wounded in her throne room. Some say that when the regent of Jersey died and the duchess was able to rule by herself, she declared immediate peace and married her lover. Others claim that the two were forced to meet on the field of battle but refused to kill each other so they committed suicide, only to be brought back by God.

Regardless, the two lovers were wed and brought an end to the year's old conflict; their tale forever remembered as the Romance of the Two Kingdoms. As such rose the Greater Kingdom of Gotham and Jersey. The two ruled the realm together by day and retired to their private chambers together at night. It is said that the two of them died together in their bed chamber upon old age in each other’s arms. To this day their mausoleum is something of a sacred site with the two being ascended into Celestines under the names of King Ithyron and Queen Vesyani.

A statue erected to Celestine-Queen Vesyani in one of the larger cathedrals.

Since then their inheritors have expanded the realm and towards the horizon and waged new wars for knowledge and glory. Although new threats have arisen as a new wave of marauders, raiders and pirates attack coastal and river settlements. Only after establishment of new militia and several invasions of more local pirate strongholds have the attacks subsided but even then, the waters aren’t free from the grips of the pillagers.

With the more modern times, there is an increasingly growing divide between the knightly orders and the Shinsei monks, especially over the use of gunpowder. Whereas some see the use of gunpowder to be a dishonorable and scornful thing, others just see it as a means to an end citing that there is nothing in any of the holy text which explicitly prevents the use of anything to gain an advantage on the enemy..

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No nation can survive without a backbone to support it and while the economy of the Greater Kingdom is simple with few luxuries, it is robust and capable of fulfilling the nation’s needs. Farming, mining and metalworking are the largest industries, taking advantage of the former reserves and soil of the states of old. There exists a small market for more luxury items such as furs and honey, but they make up a tiny amount of the economy.

Interestingly enough, the most valuable thing that is exported from the kingdom is knowledge and education. Copies of old tomes and books as well as monks and mentors are sought after by those who wish to gain ancient knowledge or simply want to learn more. Some foreign nobles even send their children to study at one of the prestigious universities of the Kingdom of Gotham. Most of the revenue generated comes directly from this trade of knowledge.

The Shinsei are a very unique organizational division within the kingdom as they are given some sense of autonomy and are free of some of the regulations put in place. As such some of them have gained a reputation for either specializing in exotic wares or shaddier goods. The most controversial of which is gun powder, produced only by specialized artisans and alchemists within the Shinsei. However, this dislike of gunpowder does not translate into a dislike for modernization as the smiths of the realm are known to utilize many creative ways of doing their work faster and better such as water-powered hammers and coke-fuelled blast furnaces for producing the steel needed for arms and armor and tools.

A canal running through the slums of a Shinsei


A section of harbor of the rebuilt city of Yorrick (New York)

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The Kingdom of Gotham is renowned for its knights, very well being the face of not just the army but the nation as a whole.Only nobles can become knights, partly due to tradition, partly due to the costs involved. Both men and women can become knights although there is a social preference for males; not that anyone with sense will deny a capable female fighter. For many, training to become a knight is something they start in childhood until they become squires in their younger teenaged years before becoming actual knights. However, knights aren’t just expected to be proficient in the arts of war,but i the arts of learning in general. The idea of a “scholarly warrior” and “learned soldier” is very present and knights are expected to be well versed and educated. Clad in chain and plate, knowledge and faith, the knights of Gotham ride upon magnificent steeds with blade and shield in the name of the king and kingdom!

All knights start out as Knights Errant, young bloods full of piss and vigor with more energy than skill and enthusiasm than experience. They only wear chainmail and proudly display icons of victory on their armor with pride if not but to themselves and each others. They have the most varied appearances as they try to out do each other. A number of them fight on foot with spears and swords despite being having access to mounts. Eager to prove themselves to their seniors, they can often be seen either charging into battle or the failed aftermath of such recklessness.

One step up are the Knight Paladins, veteran Knight Errants who have grown with age and experience. They are far more mature and level headed than their younger counterparts and form the backbone of knights for the kingdom. Dependable and brave, their lances and are the heralds of doom for their enemies and they ride them down atop their barded warhorses.

Paladins stirred on by religious frenzy may take a Crusader Oath and going a military order, becoming Knights Crusaders. They are fierce fighters who slay without mercy and drive by zeal. By far the most religiously inclined, their every act is towards their faith. Armed with holy mace, blade and lance, they certainly live up to the reputation of their ancient counterparts.

But above the Crusaders are the enigmatic Dark Knights, draped in all black and fighting only on foot. They are the sworn shadows that protect the king and his realm. Few have ever seen them and fewer have lived to tell the tale. Their training is esoteric and alien to many, guided under the teachings of the legendary hero of the old world, Saint Wayne.

Knight Crusader

Knight Paladin

Knight Errant

Knight Errant

Marine-at-Arms are the less glamorous side to the army but crucial to the defense of the realm. Given whatever they can find, these militia are raised with axes, swords, spears, bow and all manner of shields to the service of their liege or for the defense. Born to combat pirates and raiders, they are well verse in various naval skills and as their name suggests, can fight aboard ships and perform landing operations. Most of the time on land, they are used to anchor down flanks and screen for the knights while the nobles do their work.

Their equipment can vary wildly depending on where they are from. Rich levies from major cities and towns are well equipped and drilled with uniform armors and weapons while those on the border or rural towns are more akin to a mish-mosh peasant mob.

Marine-at-Arms levies

(Marine-at-Armies levies of a poor rural hamlet being called to arms)


(Levies emblazoned with orange shields, the traditional color of the Duchy of New York)


(The dark grey and black colors of a Marine-at-Arms raised by a military order as seen with their crosses)


(An archer of a well-off levy; crossbows are also a popular choice and even more so in some places where strong and trained bowmen are a rarity)

Not quite commoner, not quite noble, the Explorers are what many will actually see of the Greater Kingdom beyond its borders. Their ranks are as diverse as are the results of their expeditions, bored nobles, ambitious peasants, militant historians or glory-hungry adventurers all flock to the banner of the explorer in a quest for old world knowledge and goods. When called upon for war, they stand out having rough shields which few others, even Marine-at-Arms have and bring with them knowledge and experiences of fighting and adventuring that even Knight Crusaders lack.

Explorers

The Shinsei monks of the “China Citadels” are often the spiritual guides of the armies and have on more than one occasion taken control over a large group of peasants. They are armed with the most exotic weapons such as claws, double bladed staffs and repeating crossbows; even the most wealthy noble would have trouble attempting to obtain weapons such as these. A gender split is implemented in the field of battle (although not in normal worship) with the male Fraternises being well versed in the art of close quarters combat and the female Sororitas being trained in the use of the repeating crossbow. Shinsei Abbots are the ones who lead monks in both their day to day activities and into battle; some are so respected that they have effectively become generals.

Shinsei Abbot

Shinsei Fraternises

Shinsei Sororitas

Engines of war are restricted to two main constructs: the field trebuchet and ballista. Field trebuchets are fairly self explanatory as is the ballista, a giant crossbow on wheels. Both have found commonly place given the disdain of gunpowder weaponry within the Kingdom. Variations of the ballista known as the Shinsei Repeating Ballista have been created by the Shinsei who use it for the exclusive protection of their own holdings.

War wagons are also fairly common, running along the iron roads of that crisscross the old lands or on rough roads. The have roofs that can be put up and have openings to create a section of wall from which to fire from. Common practice is to use these wagons as either supply trucks or patrol vehicles and have them form up into a fort or defense upon danger

War Wagon

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Daedalus

<sub><sup>The leader of LEG10N's true identity is unknown as few have ever met the man at head of it all. Some say he is a frail old man but of limitless knowledge, others say he is young and full of tempered vigor. Some say that she is a woman of unparalleled beauty and guile, others say she's the disinherited heir who seeks revenge. Some say that Daedalus is simply an AI, others say he is some primordial energy given form. Even at the highest levels of the LEG10N's leadership, his identity is a secret and kept hidden even from them.

Regardless, Daedalus's reputation far outpaces any need of actually seeing him and is equal parts reviled, feared, and respected by friend and foe alike. His motives are unclear and no one ever knows all the parts of his ever changing plans. Seemingly random acts always come together to a dramatic conclusion that few can predict the outcome of. Few, except for Daedalus.</sup></sub>

<sub><sup>LEG10N is perhaps the largest antagonistic and maleficent force in active play on the galactic scene but paradoxically, little is known about it to outsiders. The LEG10N jumps to take credit for acts of both good and evil, one day claiming they organized a relief effort to malnourished refugee and the next taking credit for mowing them down in cold blood. Their plans are consonantly changing and shifting as is their moniker. While LEG10N may be the "official name", the organization has gone down under innumerable others for various reasons from the Gaoyou Corporation to Myrstrost to the Liberation Party. The only truly known fact and perhaps the thing which keeps people up the most at night is that they are not of this world.

All those who join LEG10N forfeit their souls to the Gods of the "Realm Beyond", a paralell deminesnion where all thoughts and desires, concious or unconcious, are give terrible forms</sup></sub>

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The Wildmen of Falnkyr

"The Wild Calls. We Answer."

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OVERVIEW

Mutants with a strong viking influence, originally hired by Isyander Ironfire the Great on his conquest as mercenaries, the Wildmen of Falnkyr decided to settle down and colonize a new home for themselves after the death of Isyander. And by colonizing, they meant go and raid a nearby citadel and slaughter all of its inhabitants and claim it for themselves.

CULTURE

The Wildmen as their name suggest, wild and savage in their ways. Their genetic code has been so mutated that they sport visably more animal featuers such as hooved feet and horns making them appear like the satyrs of old mythology, giving them their other name: the Beastmen. Their society favors the strong and the bold where might makes right and those at the top constantly fight to stay at the top

(Based on your appearance, cultural quirks, meta group and genetic purity. Basically your real world theme, religion, mannerisims, dress, etc.)

RESROUCES

(Basically your "economy", how and what do you produce? Do you even produce anything or do you just raid? Think of your rare resource and equipment quality here. Do you have any holdings specifically designed for your resource like oil pump camps, slave pens or a forge set up in the belly of an old ship?)

LEADERSHIP

(Describe your "government" style as well as your leader/s and their flagship if you want here. Flagship can also be put in military. You should make note if they were originally part of the grand army of notAlexander the Great (name pending) or a local warlord whose rising to poweragain or an entirely outside force.)

MILITARY

(Boast about your boiz and their cars, obviously based on motor pool make up and special shit rolls. Feel free to expand on it with whatever else you can think of, but vehicles are the main attraction here, word descriptions are fine if you can't find a picture to match)

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23 || M || Feb. 14 || NA Server

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Peter has always had a love of both games and attention. Growing up he was known to be the kid in class who would pull some stunt or prank that while impressive, would inevitably make him very familiar with the principle. Yet he found the cheers and awe of his classmates intoxicating, easily able to gather large crowds around him. As he grew older and after several long lectures, he eventually tempered such wildness and found a perfect outlet for his showmanship: streaming. He grew an avid fan base that cheered him on and fueled him through legendary 12 hour live streams and was in near constant competition for the title of number 1 Elder Tales stream, a title he still claims after the Apocalypse.

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ShowStopper

Human || M || Swashbuckler || Gladiator

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Self proclaimed greatest duelist and arena champion, ShowStopper has routinely made big shows at arena across the server and even a few on other serves. While the Gladiator style of play is infamously inefficient, ShowStopper has made it work much to everyone’s amazement. His flashy fighting style and boastful confidence pulls in crowds to every fight. He might spend his entire life around proving he’s better than you, but to him, that’s just because he IS better than you.

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Main Class: lvl 90 Swashbuckler

Active Subclass: lvl 90 Gladiator

Roleplay Subclass: lvl 90 Gladiator

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Head Hunter Gladius

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A gladius that deals additional bleed damage on hit and can preform a special execution which beheads a downed opponent granting incresaed drops and giving the wielder a <<Challenger's Skull>>. The Skull can either be used as a throwing weapon that debuffs and fears an enemy or crushed to gain XP for the Gladiator subclass. All Gladiators have some variation of this as its considered by far the best way to gain XP.

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Spear Fisher's Lance

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A powerful trident gained from the <<Sunken City>> quest line. It comes with a chain wrapped around the it allowing it to be thrown and recalled at will or preform a wide arc zone attack.

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Brawler's Buckler of Thunder

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Buckler Shield

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One of the items that ShowStopper is famous for as the "meta" bucklers are those which abuse super fast parries that allow for counter attacks. ShowStopper believes this to be too cheap, not glorious and otherwise boring to watch for his fans. So instead he uses a buckler that is more focused on using it as an offensive fist weapon to weave in stuns and often uses the time his enemies are stunned to taunt or otherwise troll his opponents before the stun is over.

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Pyrithicus' Last Gamble

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Phantasmal

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Trinket

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"Pyrithicus was a legendary gladiator famed for fighting beasts. Eventually he tired of fighting caged beasts in the arena and so he ventured into the wilderness to fight true monsters. Although never seen, the heads and pelts of slain monsters would routinely show up in front of the city's gates until one day they stopped coming completely."

What truly makes ShowStoppar's streams such a blast to watch. The Last Gamble greatly increases drop rates for loot and XP the lower your health is but also makes your weaker in the face of monsters that are larger than you. In addition, when at low health it provides a plethora of buffs such as increased damage, shorter cool downs, healing from attacks, increased movement. There are many clips of ShowStopper winning some truly spectacular fights with dazzling outplays thanks to this trinket.

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WIP - Feedback Appreciated <3

The Korvat Union

Korvat Union

^{The Korvats, The Forgers, The Smoggers}

Minor Belligerant

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Overview

Born from a dozen squabbling organizations and corporations, forged in the trials of the Solar War, the Korvat stand as an iron-wrought bastion of ruthless pragmatism and grim endurance. Having felt betrayed by both sides of the great conflict in human history, they have broken away to claim their own set of stars. Eager to put their industrial and mineral wealth of their worlds according to their wishes now, while others wait for an opportunity to appear, they build their own.

History

Saga of the Swarm

The history of the Syndorian first starts with the Haradoni. Their early history was much like any other, countless nation states that rose and fell with the tides of history. However, around the time they began to use gunpowder, a great comet fell from the sky and slammed into the world. At first people wondered if this was a sign from one of countless gods worshiped by the many peoples or what could have possibly brought this magical rock to their world. Unknowingly to them, this would have been the start of the Syndorian Outbreak.

The world had always been fertile and thus global population had reach around 1 billion by the time of the outbreak. At its end, less than 2.5 million survived. They called it a curse, a plague, a judgement of god, but the horrid infection kept tearing through kingdoms and nations alike. Soon any previous petty squabbling was ignored in favor forming a unified front. Although difficult due to rather limited communications, soon what remained of the population hid behind vast walled cities known as Kasrs and said Kasrs would form the Grand Order of the Defense of Haradoni, or just the Grand Order.

It would prove to be a blood century as Kasrs fell and land was lost but a constant need for better weaponry to fend off the threat would eventually come to head. Through the discovery of various radioactive minerals and materials, the Haradoni created "Starfire Throwers" that could burn away the corruption through a mix of flame and radiation. With this, they finally began to take back their lands. The told was great and the damage to their planet was greater, but finally they reclaimed their world, casting the virus back into the deepest shadow.

Finally, their nightmare was over, the demon plague had been destroyed. However, several samples remained, hidden away and taken by less scrupulous figures but never again would the Syndorian Virus cause such devastation. Civilization quickly rebuilt after that, going back out into their scarred world to rebuild. Again nations rose and fell but now there was always a link among them that at least a few of the greatest states paid service too.

However, this began to sew the seeds of hubris among the Haradoni, they had faced their worse demons and came out on top. Nothing could stop them for they had stopped an end of the world scenario with the greatest weapons of their age. When they finally reached the stars, it was under the Banner of House Vecaveia as the Haradoni Union. Still full of pride and arrogance despite their youth on the galactic stage, they went about trying to prove themselves the equals of those who have ventured the void for generations before them.

They colonized worlds which they touted as the next big hub of whatever, fought minor battles they endlessly glorified and built ships they claimed where without match. When the Great War broke out, they were all too eager to jump in carried on the backs of their pride and ambition.

Their first act was to make a surprise attack against an Asra fleet docked at a frontier port, battered by battles too vast for the Haradoni to ever compute. Exhausted and low on supplies, the Haradoni fell upon the much larger fleet and did considerable damage before the station's defense batteries began to open up on them. In reality, they had only damaged already damaged ships with few being fully destroyed and a handful of Asra thought them to just be pirates.

But the Haradoni proclaimed a great victory against "10 to 1 odds" as they "swept through the fleet and destroyed them all in a stunning display of tactical brilliance". A great amount of fanfare and praise was heaped upon the admirals and the crewmen with metals and accolades now proudly adorning their chests. Metals and accolades that would not comfort them when their bodies where sent adrift in space as an Asra fleet wiped the floor with them.

What was once a promise of glorious victory soon became a desperate defense with no way out as an Asra fleet bombarded their worlds, scuttled their fleets and began to prove the Haradon's hubris. As millions starved and thousands died in hundreds of last stands and brave counter charges, the Haradoni was clanged to whatever they could to give them just a chance of seeing the next day. What they thought was an apocalyptic retribution fleet, was in reality just another fleet moving through their system who remembered something about a Haradoni empire doing something to them. Attacking them was really an afterthought, just something to do and get some easy honors for themselves.

In the bleakest hour as all seemed to be lost, a now nameless prince rushed though the secret vaults and came upon a capsule containing the Syndorian Virus. Already bloody and bruised from fighting, the dying prince made an oath with the ancient sentience and would willingly become its host in exchange for it saving his kingdom. And like that, the deal was struck and the Haradoni had signed themselves away in a bargain with the greatest devil of their own history.

Almost instantly the tides of war began to shift as the dead rose and horrid monsters rose from charnel pits built of the remains of a dozen corpses each. Terrified at the sight of these new demons, the Asra forced fell back as the reborn Synordian Hosts gave chase. The tattered remains of their fleet would bear witness and first spread the news of how the Haradoni had unleashed some sort of curse or magic that turned them all into undead feral monsters.

For the remainder of the war, the Swarm rebuilt the homeworld of Haradoni in its own image, leaving the other planets of the Haradoni Union fall into ruin as it built its forces and bid its time. For the remainder of the war, it would wage a war of reconquest across the corpse of the Union and lash out at any who tried to navigate its systems. Rumors continued to spread of a sentience swarm of nightmares that turned even the most loyal of crew against each other as they mutated and changed in most ghastly ways. This war of reconquest continues even past the signing of the treaty, with the Demiurge Archive bent on retaking all of the systems that fell to pirates or refuse to be absorbed into the swarm for even if they refuse to serve in life, they can still be enslaved in death.

Government

The ultimate authority of the Hosts is the central collective conscious hivemind known as Archive. It is a superorganism which resides within the remains of the Royal Palace and is much like the Gravemind from Halo. While it can directly control almost all of the hosts at will, this action requires a huge energy demand, most of which is simply spent projecting its will across the void of space and analyzing the thoughts of the hosts. It has the ability to "amiplify" its own thoughts over the concious of a host effectly reducing its own individuality and thus mental thoughts. Much of the population at any given time is under this effect of called "the Mist" making most of them simply drones and grunts although those with skills and potential are chosen by the Archive to be given more individuality as to let their skills, abilities and personality shine through to better serve the greater good.

Although the Archive's power is great, it has its limits and cannot always maintain the Mist especially over long distances. As such, it delegates its immense power to special individuals called "Ordinals". These people are paradoxically the most independent yet most subservient of all hosts. They can leads their Broods however they wish but they cannot refuse orders from the Archive. They can disagree and argue among themselves yet they can never surely come to blows. Its been theorized that Ordinals are chosen based on a combination of the right genetic signals and certain traits. Once chosen, an Ordinal can never become fully effected by the Mist and it is a life time position. A new class of nobles has arisen from Ordinals intermarrying and interbreeding among one another in the hopes of continuing as "ordinal bloodline".

Territory

Much of Haradoni has since been taken over by the Syndorian Hosts, their void stations, asteroid bases and moons all tainted with the iconic growths of the virus. However, since the collapse of the Union, there still remains hold outs that the Syndorians still seek to reclaim. Worse yet, seeing the disarray of the frontiers of ex-Haradoni space, a number of pirates and renegades have made the abandoned systems their new homes, too clueless to know what now claims these worlds or too ignorant to care.

Major Holdings

• Haradoni - Original homeworld of the Syndorian Virus and their Haradoni hosts. It is where the Demiurge Archive is located, the central hivemind and collective conscious resides.
• Irithyll - A vast world famed for its sprawling biomass fields and production facilities which allow it the greatest number of hatcheries and breeding warrens. Incidentally it is also home to the greatest number of warriors and combat bioforms
• Charace - Once an ocean world with seas that covered the world, it has since largely been drained to feed the world's bioforges and refineries that dot the coastal plains and carved into its canyons.
• Salmina - The most "friendly" world in that it has the least amount of biomatter growths and the least threatening looking inhabitants, Salmina has the high pop of none infected persons. It also serves as a manufactory power house used for the creation of machinery and installation of cybernetics.

Demographics/Society

To the Syndorians, there is no species other than themselves and the "Others". Once someone has been infected, willingly or not, they are considered to Syndorian regardless of their past or even species. A tiny amount of non infected people live in Syndorian space but are largely considered mad men by the rest of the galaxy. These are often people who willingly seek out the virus in desperate attempts at immortality, restoration of lost limbs, or obtaining ascension with some religious cult promise. The Syndorian Ordinals do not mind such people at all as they pose little threat to their own power or the security of the hive and know that in due time, all of them will join the Horde.

Syndorian society is one of stratified hierarchy although because of the Chimeric Shadow, there is never any dissent about it. Society is organized into various Hive Houses which are separated into Noble Broods which are further separated into Vassal Nests. The head of a Hive House is the Ordinal, someone ordained by the Demiurge to lead the Hive House and thus are typically skilled in what they do or what they are told to do by the hivemind. Leaders of Nobles Broods are Brood Barons and those of Vassal Nests are simply Alphas. The Demiurge does not play an active hand in picking the lower ranked leadership; Brood Barons are chosen either by strength of combat or by some ingrained sense of loyalty by its peers and Alphas are picked almost excursively on strength or expression of a certain valuable skill. Politicking is rare among the Syndorians as they cannot keep secrets from the Demiurge and subsequently each other in addition to how the Chimeric Shadow affects them. They can never directly turn on one another but instead will often speak half truths, react sluggishly to calls for help or simply ignore their rivals.

A number of roles are delegated to the Drones of each Hive House. These include: Biomass Farmers who "farm" creatures and plants for biomass conversion, Breeders who are specially modified to have much faster gestation periods to allow for continuous growth, Vitasmiths and Genecrafters who continuously research and expriment with new traits to give to species within the Syndorian collective from their Bioforges, artisans who produce the materials and machines which the hive cannot produce through biomass, Warriors who protect and patrol the hives, simple Workers who procure mass and material and even a class of priest-like beings known as Hierophants. Beyond simply roles, there are three classifications of the Syndorian species. The first are Hosts, people who have been willingly infected while alive. The second is the Undead, people who were infected unwillingly alive or have been infect post mortum and typical have much more dramatic mutations and modifications than the Hosts. The third is the Bioforms, creatures made up entirely of biomass, sometimes with a "core" of another animal.

The Syndorian Virus

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An ancient extraterrestrial diereses that once landed on the world of Haradoni and wreck havoc, it is what famously forced the world to unite in ancient time under the Grand Order of Haradoni to face it. It was only after great sacrifice and thousands upon thousands slain that the plague had been contained with a small part of secretly contained in what would become the Royal Palaces. This Grand Order is what lead the foundation for planetary unification as most major nations always had a hand in it or its successors.

The virus itself is a bacteria/virus hybrid with its own seemingly limited sentience. Its full origins and mechanics are still poorly understood even today. The Demiurge itself seems to be blocking many attempts to uncover the full truth for whatever reason. What is known is that those infected are given more durability, increased strength, regeneration, greater agility and an ability to ignore pain as well as be affected by the Chimeric Shadow, gain functional immortality (or at least drastically increasing longevity) and complete immunity from other diseases and infections as their immune systems are also now living beings.. Its ability to rapidly evolve and mutate is second to none with the Demiurge capable of force evolving its minions to grow additional appendages or alter their physiology. Its for this reason that some others from outside the Hive may choose to join the Hosts, out of a desire for immortality in pursuit of their own research and goals. Of course this comes its own downsides and the possibility of being completely subsumed but many gamble on their own skills are great enough that the hivemind will allow them to retain their own sense with limited interference.

The Chimeric Shadow

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Sometimes called "the Mist" as it commonly physically manifests as anything between a light mist to a neigh impenetrable fog, all beings infected by the Chimeric Shadow give it off with larger beings giving off more. Ordinals can generate their own large fields and is typically how they control their Hives with each being unique to an Ordinal as to avoid giving the drones mixed signals.

The Shadow affects those under its control ina way most likened to a grand delusion. To a Sydorian, they will see the world completely different. In war they will see rows of stalwart warriors and loyal serfs lead by heroic commanders flanked by elite chivalrous knights atop mighty mounts lead by a glorious Ordinal with the blessing of the Demiurge. To everyone else, they will see a horde of monstrous trashing mockeries of life, mutated and deformed beyond recognition as hulking brutes and beasts towering above. Although they are aware of what they've become, they will always see each other in an almost medieval and deluded way. Mobs of Drones tending to biomass production or overseeing breeding warrens are instead seen as dutiful serfs plowing crop fields and salacious dens of pleasure and intimacy respectively.

To an outsider, the very presence of the Shadow is unnerving, as if there is something gnawing at the back of their head which demands them both fear and look upon Ordinals and their hosts with awe, as if their brains do not know if they should fear the monsters they are or be awed by what the Shadow makes them see. Indeed there are a few cases of weak willed individuals being so enthralled by the Chimeric Shadow that they end up submitting themselves to the Hosts. For those psionically in tuned however, the Shadow is a much more terrifying thing as they experience horrifying visions and find they can no longer summon up their powers without incredible difficulty making it almost impossible. This feeling of dread has made some psionics to straight up refuse to go anywhere were the Syndorians are thought to be.

The way which the Demiurge controls its subjects is through mental manipulation that can range from a very strong suggestion to outright mental domination. To do this, it effectively isolates minds from outside influences even to things such as smell. To a psionic however, this Shadow will greatly increase their ability to manifest their power in the presence of such a dominating force and will universally terrify them for they can see the delusion the Sydorians are under but do not accept it as they do.

Heirophants and Faith

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While many presume that faith has no place in a hivemind dictated by reason and survival, many forget that every Syndorian host was once a mortal, a mortal with faith and hope. Whatever old gods the Haradoni once prayed to, they have all been but forgotten, replace by their centeral collective mind, the Demiurge Archive.

Penal drones pray to it and give offerings to it in twisted temples with even mindless bioforms capible of giving thanks in prayer in a crude mockery of faith. They pray that the Demiurge Archive can remake them into greater beings, that they will see the clarity of the Chimeric Shadow and that they will be possessed by its indomitable will.

While Ordinals possess great power, it is the Hierophants which makes up the priesthood. Born with a special mark that sets them apart from typical births, they are trained from birth to be able to commune with the Archive and understand its vast omnipotence. Indeed, only Hierophants are capable of witnessing the full glory of the Demiurge Archives' full, unrestrained psionic force, a feat which Ordinals cannot even dream of achieve for the most part.

Apart from being zealous preachers, they also lead the weak faithful into glorious martyrdom into the recycling pools where they are dissolved to be reborn anew in newer bioforms. Consummate scientists as well as clergy, they also often oversee the work of Vitasmiths and Genecrafters, coming up with ever more terrifying and incredible creations in the name of their Demiurge Archive.

Economy

Economically, the Syndorian Hosts are in a strange place as they have no need for interal trade and because of it find it difficult to trade with the greater galatic community despite wanting to do so. Internally, the Chimeric Shadow means that an individual's own wants and desires are greatly suppressed with only the Ordinals really capable of even wanting luxury items and exotic goods. Even then, there are still small things which many Drones and Workers can still have a limited want for and proudly showcase. Trinkets, small bits of cheap jewelry, scars and tattoos are popular forms to showcase one's self.

Internally, most trade is done either through a barter system of giving one good for another or using time itself as a currency. The training pits used to let Warriors duel each other and for Vitasmiths to showcase their newest discovery are a popular sport with people betting time and trinkets on their chosen warrior. Hosts may buy a trinket or some small upgrade to their rest spot in the hive warrens by doing someone else's work.

Externally, there really is not much that the Syndorians can offer. They can trade their own trinkets but they often have little worth outside of novelty or pure exoticness. However, the most popular trades is that of bioformed pets and animals. Purposely designed to be more pleasant on the eyes, they come in a variety of shapes and sizes from small mice to large dogs. They are unquestionably loyal, low maintenance and surprisingly strong.

The one big service that the Syndorians can offer however is waste disposal and their own lives. When a great deal of wasted trash and organic materials needs to be rid of, the Syndorians will happily trade what they can for it. Should there be a disaster too great or strong for normal mortals to deal with, the Syndorians can throw their own infected bodies and specially crafted bioforms to deal with it. Some Ordinals even offer to clear vast swathes of forested or otherwise hostile land needed for farming for a tiny price and the ability to keep all of the biomass gathered. Rumors have also spread that some other governments have secret deals with some Ordinals to discreetly get rid of political prisoners. No one has come forth to confirm these claims but then again, small personal ships sometimes have a tendency to warp off course into the space claimed by more… vicious Ordinals.

Technologies

• Techno-Organic Interfacing: A keystone technology as it allows for the seamless integration of the Syndorian Virus into the technology and machinery, allowing for a degree of sentience to be achieved if only barely.
• Corpse Engineering & Viral Incubation: Knowledge on how to effectively "force" bodies together in order to form a larger, tougher organism.
• Synaptic Plyons: A way to artificially boost the strength of the Mist of the Archive without the need of an Ordinal
• Regenerative Chitin: Highly effect plate armor capable of regeneration of damage
• Genetic Alteration: The Syndorianare masters of altering their own genetic code allowing for greater adrenaline, cellular reconstruction, caustic acid blood and heightened scenes. There is a black market for this stuff on some worlds as rumors suggest that "Syndorian Blood" can restore youth, beauty, strength or limb function.
• Photosynethic Bio-Plasma: A highly efficient energy source which stems from the metabolic processes of special Bio Plasmid Hearts which can also store energy in energy circuits as batteries. Found on starships and in cities alike.

Military

While capable of having a standard army of armored soldiers with guns, the Syndorian Hosts take advantage of their "gifts" and thus excel at terror tactics. Their standard naval doctrine is to board an enemy ship and let the virus infect the crew while aiming for the power generators. Should they be successful, they will turn the ship in a living nightmare straight from a horror film. Where infected crew turn on their allies as their bodies twist into horrid monsters with every sensory perception of the enemy turned into a terrifying ordeal. Shadows dart past the corner of their eyes, sounds are heard all around them with nothing to make them, distant whispers fill their ears with indecipherable sounds and the corpses of their friends desiccated beyond recognition as they are reveal before they lunge at them. Woe befall any who fail to equip a gas mask of any sort less the Syndorian spores enter their bodies and begin to transform them before their very eyes in a bloody, brutal demonstration of rapid mutation.

Navy

The Syndorian Navy is one which defies most conventional definitions. Whereas other fleets are expected to engage in long, drawn out gun battles at great ranges, the Syndorians seek to quickly close the gap to let loose boarding actions. It is in the tight corridors of ship that the terrifying blades, claws and maws of the monstrosities deal the most damage, targeting power systems and in effect, turning hostile ships into a death trap of fear and paranoid out of horror movies and games.

All vessels in the fleet are also "alive" to some extent, with larger ships capable of holding greater levels of intelligence and sentience. As such, many ship classes or even individual ships often exhibit certain behaviors or prefer certain actions. This is due to the living tissue within Syndorian ships as despite their outward appearance, are filled with internal blood vessels, nerves, muscles and bone covered in electronics, machinery and metal. Syndorian ships are as much grown as they are built. Captaining these vessels always fall upon Ordinals as they alone possess the strength of will to subdue their vessel's "Ship Spirit".

Directed energy weapons are popular as the highly efficient Metabolic Bio-Engines produce great deals of energy alongside Photosynthetic Solar Arrays and the cellular energy storage has proven to be highly efficient at storing excess energy with minimal loss. Bioplasma and energy lances are the most popular. In addition to more traditional weapons, Syndorian ships possess some weapons unique to themselves: the Devourer Maw and the Psionic Howl.

Many ships have an opening in their front or are capable of opening up their front alike a great gaping maw. Following the Syndorian's penchant for close combat and ramming actions, the Devourer Maws are terrifying constructs capable of literally biting chunks out of ships if not crushing smaller ships outright. The Psionic Howl is another strange and exotic weapon that can be unleashed by larger ships. This psionic shockwave fills the minds of the enemy with terrifying images of what lurks in the darkness of space, terrifying even the most veteran of crews; while the Psionic Thunder Clap is capable of acting like a short ranged EMP, disabling shields, weapons and power systems before the vessel closes in, making boarding and subsequent combat all the more devastating.

Ship Classes

Outrider Class Frigate

An important vessel, the Outrider class specializes in creating gravitational fields and anomalies through its Void Eater Engine mounted at its front. Equipped with the best FTL drives, their primary duty is to go ahead of any main fleet and set up artificial gravity wells around the ship so the rest of the fleet can have a much faster time jumping in.

In combat, it is of little use as most of its power is directed into its Void Eater Engine leaving only a small amount of PD guns to defend itself. However it can use its Engine to create smaller gravitational wells that can slow larger ships or even lock down smaller ships while generally causing disturbances forcing enemy fleets to traverse treacherous gravity wells, breaking up their formation.

Lancer Class Frigate

Built with a single duty and indeed a single main weapon, the Lancer Class Frigate is essentially a tachyon railgun mounted on a literal skeleton of a ship. Aside from life support, thruster and life support, all power is dedicated to the operation of this grand weapon. It is a sniper, capable of blasting munitions at incredible orbital ranges a fraction of the speed of light and typically assigned in hunting packs to strip shields off of ship through a constant barrage of shots or to destroy orbital defenses.

Squire Class Destroyer

A dedicated back line support craft, the Squire Class Destroyer is largely a torpedo boat and scanning vessel. Its armament include a variety of nuclear, plasma, cluster, armor piercing, virus and EMP torpedoes all fired from torpedo tubes. In addition, it also acts as a recon ship equipped with several advanced sensor and transmitting interception suites. It can detect stealthed vessels, incoming attacks and intercept communications as an electronic attack craft.

Yeoman Class Destroyer

What was supposed to be an upgrade to the Squire class which ended up turning into a sidegrade, the Yeoman Class Destroyer has forgone the scanner arrays and instead focused solely on munitions. Boasting even more torpedo tubes, it also comes with rows upon rows of missile silos, rocket pods, mine layers and a pair of highly unstable high yield macro cluster charges, capable of laying down a huge cloud of munitions. They are seldom used as mines in such quantities do not discriminate from friend or foe and are infamously difficult to remove.

Errant Class Destroyer

A dedicated boarding vessel with a focus on close range brawling, Errant Class Destroyers are literally frothing at the mouth to have a go at any enemy in range (crew have noticed a tendency for strange white foam to appear on the flight deck of the vessel hence the "frothing". They have an extremely effective but close range PD system comprised of basically plasma shotguns that lay down a zone of denial around the vessel.

Such weapons are also effect against ships at close range and combined with its thick armor, means that a common tactic is to simply ram enemy vessels all guns blazing. It also hosts a variety of thermal cutter tipped boarding torpedoes meant to drill through an enemy's armor before disgorging the Syndorian's signature boarding bioforms. It also has several tentacle-like growths hidden on its inside armor meant to grasp and enemy, ensuring they cannot escape once in range.

Valiant Class Cruiser

The main stay of the Syndorian fleets, the Valiant Class is a good all around ship in a jack of all trades manner. Its armor is thick enough, shields strong enough and weapons powerful enough to hold a battle line while also quick enough and brutal enough to engage in close range boarding actions along with its Devourer Maw. However it lacks the ability to preform a Psionic Howl and lacks any sort of misses or torpedoes.

Gallant Class Cruiser

Considered an upgrade from the Valiant, the Gallant Class Cruiser is a more heavily armed and considered the bedrock of ranged firepower in the hive's fleets. Compared to the Valiant, it boasts more weapons and armor as well as dedicated missile bays and torpedo tubes. However, it still uses the same class of biogenerators meaning that its shields are actually weaker to its predecessor, mostly as the biting strength of the Maw has been sidelined in favor of being able to preform Psionic Howls.

Herrimault Class Stealth Cruiser

What is for all intents and purpose a militarized civilian ship, the Herrimault is based on a popular Haradoni vessel favored by merchant ships. Even today, it is the most commonly seen ship of the Syndorian, ironic considering it is classified as a stealth vessel and equipped as such. It has lackluster weapons for its class but posses a biogenerator usually reserved for battle cruiser. It pumps this energy into great shields and thruster power making it commonly used in transport and convoy duties.

Hospitalar Class Support Cruiser

A specialized ship that is incredibly light armed for a naval vessel. Instead, it is a pure and dedicated support craft. Instead of guns and scanners, the Hospitalar holds hatcheries, bioforges, biostatsis vita-chambers and a fleet of repair drones, capable of quickly repairing, knitting and forcing rapid cellular growth on damaged Sydorian ships. Its main role is to act as part hospital ship, part ship repair and part crew replenishment vessel. As one would expect, they are put far in the back, well protected by the other ships.

Oathkeeper Class Battle Cruiser

The Oathkeeper battlecruiser is actually a very unique ship as it is one of the few vessels held over from the Haradoni Union. Instead of being scratch built, it has been retrofitted and repaired. As such its known for having a very slap-dash and makeshift appearance both inside and out. However it is still a more than powerful enough voidship armed with directed energy weapons, missile silos and sturdy shields; a demonstration in that even if the Haradoni were too ambitious for their own good, they at least knew how to build a solid ship.

Grand Order Class Battle Cruiser

Named after the ancient planetary alliance that fended off the first Syndorian Outbreak, the Grand Order class of Battle Cruisers is one built to emulate the aspects of the Demiurge Archive. Humongous, imposing, commanding, awe inspiring and relentless. They are known for their devastating lance broadsides and their compliment of living attack craft such as the Harridans and the Void Drakes, birthed from on board hatcheries and menageries, alongside mechanical strike craft and bombers

Army

There are three cornerstones to every ground assault done by the Lucinfern Hordes: Constant massed wave charges, nightly terror and psychological attacks and impossible levels of coordination.

The opening moves of an assault are designed to cause as much damage and chaos as possible. Miasmic spores bombard the planet spreading the yndorian Virus and the Mist of the Archive across the planet as rampaging infected beasts tear through cities along with swarms of lesser infected. The hope is to create as much confusion and more importantly create as many bodies as possible.

After a brief pause is allowed for the defenders so they may regroup and bury their dead however this is part of the plan. By allowing this window of reorganization, the horde can ensure they attack the greatest number of people with the fewest number of hosts and then the second phase begins. Near regular assaults are launched against the enemy as lesser organisms crash into the defenders as the greater infected charge through. Most Ordinals do not care of the lives lost as they know anybody who dies can be turned back into biomass to be formed into a new creature.

At night, psychological warfare is launched with the sole goal of causing confusion, paranoia and fear among the troopers, depriving them of restful sleep and never letting their nerves rest. Ambushes look to pick off unwary guards and replace them with infected hosts who will go to the most crowded area and explode, releasing the virus even further. Small bugs will make constant chattering and mummering sounds as if there is a Host behind every wall and around every corner. Rapid strike units dart in and out of shadows, cackling as they squirm through air shafts and trenches. Infiltrators will sneak in and try to gather information, contaminate supplies or take out individuals identified as beloved and whose death will bring a morale shock to the rest.

This goes on for as long as needed with increasing exhausted and paranoid soldiers fighting a horde that does not end while worried as to which one of his allies has secretly already been infected and waiting to turn. To top all of this off, the synaptic network of the Syndorian Horde means that their communications and coordination is perfect. A horde always attacks when the enemy is most disorganized after a boomer explosion. Strafing runs always come in just as the horde is being pushed back. Biomechanical vehicles move in sync and firing volleys as one deafening roar. Such a level of communication and instant feedback is the envy of commanders the galaxy over.

These tactics have only been employed twice but to outstanding effect. Once against a pirate stronghold on the moon of Karvar III where they had been trying to sell freshly butchered Syndorian meat. And a second against a Haradoni Union holdout that refused to be initiated into the swarm.

There are four general types of Hosts used in war.

• The Lesser Organisms - Beings made almost entirely of biomass around a "core" of another animal and typically take the appearance of animals and beasts.
• The Greater Organisms - Larger biomass creatures centered around a core host of a much larger animal with significantly more danger and mass. Most infamous of these are the savage Tyrannadon, the durable Orangafex and the flying Harridan.
• The Trueborn Hosts - A catch all term for hosts pressed into service that can range from mindless mobs to those who still have enough individuality and skills to act as decent elite shock (and terror) troops.
• The Bio Colossi - Huge beings comprised of hundreds of corpses and thousands of pounds of biomass who stand as tall as skyscrapers and crush those beneath them. Incredibly rare, they are only seen at the zenith of an assault are effectively heralds of an all or nothing attack.

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Common low level infected:

Making up the bulk of any horde, they comprise of Hosts told to charge by their Ordinal or unwilling infected who have been forced to do so. They are a ravenous pack of claws, fangs, blades and tentacles in a seemingly undying tide of putrid flesh and decayed bodies. Their equipment varies wildly but in general, those willing Hosts are seen carrying weapons or at least wearing armors and are still capable o firing their guns wildly as they run. The unwilling infected are given no such luxuries.

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Suppressors:

While the Swarm does not untilize guns very effectively, those it does have are infamous for their haunting sounds as they zip past the enemy and their rapid fire rates which force them to stay behind cover. A death sentence as other infected rush to close in and rip the enemy to shreads.

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Slashers:

While most of the Hosts are just mindlessly grasping at whatever they can, relying on numbers, Slashers are infected Hosts who are speically deisgned for combat instead of being thrown into the grinder. Their armor chitin plating gives them the resistence they need as they leap and bound over the battlefield and dive in with their claws capible of ripping through armor.

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Hulks:

Slow and lumbering, these beings are formed of rapidly regenerating biomass with strength to throw men like dolls and vehicles like toys. Most often used as walking walls of flesh or living battering rams, some are known to have the disgusting habit of incorporating wounded but still living enemies into their monstrous bulk.

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Raviners

Bioforms who specialize in digging through the earth and suddenly rise out and wreck havoc in shock and awe attacks. The tunnels they make are often accompanied by a wave of lesser creatures who can use them to move through the battlefield. Typically used just to dig mines, tunnel networks and underground warrens in times of peace, anyone who is dragged down into the depths of their tunnels is never seen again.

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Carronades:

Living artillery who like their Supressor cousins, focus a lot more on simply surpressing the enemy and making sure they are isolated and stuck in one location rather than outright killing things. However, some of the smaller varients are designed for the express purpose of accompanying hordes of infected for the express purpose of killing things. Some versions even have non-organic weapons mounted upon them in more recent years as Ordinals find that using captured weapons is more useful than breaking them down.

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Brutes

Large, heavily armored bioforms that act as living tanks. While some are given ranged capibilites, more oftne than not they rely on ramming and incredible strength to rip open tanks and vehicles before devouring their crews. Once they start charging, nearly nothing can stop their rampage.

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Hyperdread

The Terminus Est

When the dust had settled and the Great War was over, hundreds if not thousands of shipwrecks, floating hulks and blown out hulls filled the Haradoni system as a result of the desperate defense of the homeworlds. When the Sydorian Hosts rose from its ashes, one of its first act in a display of power was to command the creation of a vessel which combined all of the remains of the dead ships into one, grand monument of naval construction. With hundreds of thousands of workers and creatures working on the ship, it was built in record time as metal was bonded with flesh and wires were bound in biomass; no other ship can claim to be as "alive" to the point that it has its own sentience and has been officially ordained as an Ordinal capable of producing its own Mist nodes.

Its main standout feature is its front shredder maw and bioplasma particle lance. Running down the middle of the ship is a wide tunnel that many assume to just be part of the particle lance, however this is an illusion as the front of the ship can actually "open up" to reveal a huge animal-like maw that has swallowed smaller ships whole and taken chunks out of larger ships. Any ship that is swallowed can either be kept for later additions to the Terminus Est and have their crews infected an added to the ship's own, or the captured ship can be "harvested" for pure energy that is needed for the main gun. Although capable of firing the bioplasma particle lance by its own power, for a full power shot it actually requires more than the vessel can produce. Because of this its often accompanied by fueling ships or have captured/disabled enemy ships "sacrificed" to the Terminus Est.

[ClocktowerEchos]

Prince Zheng Hu of Liang, the Tiger-Tailed Fox

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"Those too afraid to wield their power deserve to have none at all." - Zheng

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Hu Zheng, or his alias Huwei Huli (虎尾狐狸 / "Tiger Tailed Fox")

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Head of Section 4 of the Office of Military Intelligence

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Male

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Heterosexual

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• Hair: Zheng has straight black hair, usually combed back and kept in place with gel or pomade.
• Eyes: Dark coffee brown
• Height: 6 ft, 1 in
• Body Type: Average with moderate musculature
• Clothing Style: Zheng prefers very professional and military like clothing owning a number of suits, military dress uniforms, large overcoats and mysterious sunglasses and face scarves.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Although he boasts a number of small scars and cuts, the most notable is the fact he is missing his left arm and has it replaced with a prosthetic

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Zheng is a man of many masks yet few words. Outwardly he projects a sense of refinement and highborn sophistication; a gentleman who appreciates the finer things in life with an air of superiority. He can quote poetry and books, write fine calligraphy, knows enough about wine to be a decent sommelier and can carry conversations of philosophy, history and other lofty intellectual topics at length.

Beneath this is however, is a sort of cold, ruthless cunning driven by ambition and want. His two greatest sins are likely that of pride and envy in equal parts as he feels a need to constantly prove himself. He knows exactly what he wants and he cares little for how he get it. Some who have had the misfortune of seeing this side of him have noted how cruel and sadistic he can be but this isn't quite true. While yes he can easily seem pathetic and sadistic, he doesn't derive anymore pleasure from his plotting and scheming any more than one does swatting flies. Famously stoic and enigmatic, Zheng is infamously hard to read as he conceals both his emotions and his many secrets extraordinarily well.

Zheng takes his duties very seriously and finds himself above such things as social media and other "distractions"; the very nature of his job also prefers that he stays out of sight and out of mind as much as possible. He has managed to get more people killed, injured or detained through words than his own hands, but not for a lack of trying. He knows that some, if not many, consider him a villain to some degree but Zheng doesn't care much for it and has even used his reputation as leverage. To him, the world is but a great game of chess and while he is no grand master player, he will ensure that he will stand atop it all when it is all over.

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• His Job
• People who actually get things done
• People who can actually carry out their threats on their own
• Liang
• When his plans work
• Pork Belly

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• People who sit on their ass and don't do anything
• Inflated Egos
• People who think they're too smart for their own good
• Modern notions of high idealism
• Young Plucky Rebels/Aggitators
• Pickled Radish

♦️ ʙɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ
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According to official records, Zheng was born a relative of the Mei Clan and was sent through a normal noble path through the army. He made friends, he did well in school, he was given a commission in the Imperial Army and now serves as a Captain for the 54th Mechanized Infantry Brigade. A fairly normal, mundane history with an under tone of duty and service. A history that is of course, a lie.

In truth, Zheng was indeed a relative of the Mei clan, but distant and lack any of the frills of nobility growing up. He lived among commoners, collected firewood and did odd jobs for money and went to a public school where he made few friends yet always seemed to know what was going on. He knew how Xi was planning to break up with Ling, how Yue cheated on tests, why Huang was really absent from school. He never made a big deal out of his blood, but the rigors of living a poor life in a remote village taught him the value of hard work and that destiny must be sought after by any means necessary.

He was put on the radar when he got into a scuffle with another student that ended up in both of them going to the hospital with criminal charges being threatened. During this, word had finally reached the Emperor Ming that one distant relative was in trouble and asked what to do. Upon looking into the young Zheng Hu some more, he saw a spark of potential in him and had him bailed out, using some funds to move the capital and transferred into a private academy.

At the academy, Zheng remained his elusive and distant self while still somehow knowing what everyone was up to at all times. Now close within his personal observations, the Emperor felt as if his judgement was correct, Zheng was different than his peers. The boy took quickly to lessons of manners and etiquette and proved to be quite social when he opened up. Graduating with full honors, Zheng enlisted to an officer's training school where he focused his studies on intelligence gathering and information sciences.

Through the renewed assistance of the Emperor, Zheng found himself working under the tutelage of the head of Section 4 of the Office of Military Intelligence, the one whose sole focus was on external and foreign affairs. Again, he proved himself quite capable, so capable that when the previous head of Section 4 died of a sudden heart attack and left in his will that Zheng should take over, no one spoke out. No one who knew better than to try and call it out at least.

As with much of OMI, his records are unsurprisingly lacking and mostly empty although one notable thing that happened is, out of the many enemies he's made, one has stuck around. A woman named "Black Lilly" had made multiple attempts to either kill or hinder Zheng as he did the same, yet the two formed a sort of respect for each other that became much more intimate than you'd expect. This fling didn't last long, it never could, but to this day, Zheng still fondly refers to Black Lily as an "enemy with benefits". As he often jokes "I'm expecting a love letter death threat and an assassin at some point; its how I know Black Lily cares."

The story of how he lost his arm is a much more recent affair. With rumors of King Nikolas of the Koingsreich making moves to annex try and annex Liang filtering in, Zheng set out to make sure this wouldn't happen. With his network and informants and agents, he proved to be quite the thorn in the side of the Reich that his demise was deemed a threat to the Reich. Officially, he lost his arm when overseeing a military training exercise and a faulty grenade detonated close to him. A faulty grenade thrown by some armed foreign "envoys" dressed in black. During a very, very realistic training exercise that just happened to be near a frontier intelligence outpost.

Since this event, Zheng has redoubled his efforts to secure Liang from anything he deems a threat. Now, more than ever to him, the ends are the only things that will matter.

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Shido Nakamura // #96082b

(add anything you want; fun aesthetic-y stuff; please use hiders for any of these, pets, fun facts, etc)

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𝘼𝙩𝙡𝙖𝙨 𝘾𝙤𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙍𝙚𝙥𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙘

"𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘢𝘺 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥"

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♦️ 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭
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Government

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The ACR holds on to the vestiges of democracy, blending the remains of the Apavock Republic with corporate management to from something fairly unique. Everyone employed by Atlas (read: basically everyone) is given a share of the company and although small, means they are entitled to Promotion Elections. These elections are the process which a workplace votes in their new managers (with final approval coming from even hire up) and are staggered to make sure that they don't happen all at the same time, breaking the system. These elections are as much about skill and leadership as they are about popularity and intrigue, especially once you get to the higher ranks.

After being elected, each supervisor gets the right to vote for a manager, who then can vote for a branch manager and upwards. Generally speaking, the higher one wishes the climb, the more stock in the company they must have. Stock can be bought using money and can be considered a safe investment but it is still very expensive. High level offices are effectively gated by these stock requirements, officially to make sure that "those charged with the responsibility have shown enough aptitude and commitment as required", but in reality is to prevent someone from rapidly climbing the ladder without paying their dues.

At the very top is the Board of Directors, with each Director overseeing a major Subsidiary Group (basically Department or Ministry) who elect a CEO from among their ranks. They too also technically started at the bottom once; its just so happens that they got a head start from daddy, knew the right people and greased the right palms. Of course, they still preach "lifting yourself with your bootstraps" capitalism to those who didn't have a silver spoon to solidify their power while pushing the idea that the ACR is the true successor of the Apavock Republic. The Board has learned enough from their experiences that they cannot use the same business-like mindset for running an actual government and have become willing to accept things which do not promise a return on a investment.

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♦️ 𝐅𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭
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Economy

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Although the Atlas Corporation has a number of holdings, subsidiaries and partnered companies that all produce a number of goods and offer a number of services for both domestic and foreign consumption and trade, there are three main components which form the pillar of their economy. In addition, Atlas serves as a hub of transportation between the Core and the Frontier, offering rest, relaxation and resupply to vessels going both ways.

Asteroid Mining & Rare Minerals:

Being located on the Mid Rim and Frontier, as well as having a number of large, mineral rich asteroid belts in their systems have proven to have been quite the windfall, even during the Apavock Republic. Everything from common iron to expensive gold to even more esoteric ores can be found in the domain of Atlas. They also have a number of dedicated foundries on planets and in space stations who refine and create alloys although the lion share of the output is reserved for domestic usage. Much of these raw minerals, smelted metals and refined alloys are sold to nearby systems for the creation of everything from star ships to consumer electronics.

Most interestingly though, has been the discovery of a breed of rust-colored algae who devour industrial waste and a special nutrient synthesis (a closely guarded secret) and secret a byproduct that can be used in the creation of stronger alloys. This "Algaeic Alloy" is not listed for sale by any official Atlas outlets, but smugglers have managed to get samples past Atlas Security forces for other empires to experiment with.

Mercenary Guards & Frontier Escort:

Located between what is affectionately known as "Civilized Space" and "the Wildlands", the ACR is no stranger to the dangers of the frontier. Indeed, it was regular pirate raids that forced the Apavock Republic to become so militarized and nationalistic and even before the Atlas Initiative, a number of interstellar companies had lobbied for the right to arm their convoys and ships for protection. Although pirate activities have lessened in recent times, there is still plenty of dangers out there but Atlas promises to keep anyone who pays safe. Outside of just protecting settlers, prospectors and travelers, Atlas PMCs have been seen guarding compounds, extracting VIPs, putting down rebellions, and protecting delegations. In more recent years however, they've become more reluctant in hiring their PMCs for more offensive jobs out of fear that PMCs might be forced to turn their guns on each other and of any PR scandals their mercenaries might be a part of.

Higher Education & Research Centers:

Although not nearly as prestigious, rigorous or elite as those found in the CCN, Atlas hosts a number of colleges, academies and universities for those seeking higher education and learning, for a... modest fee. True that the requirements for enrollment are far less strict and binding than that of the CCN's universities on in the Core Worlds and at first glance also appear to be much cheaper, if one was to properly do the math, they will find that Atlas as expertly figured out how to nickle and dime these students for as much as they can and how to sell the most amount of stuff to them all without letting them feel the true financial brunt. Indeed the fact that Atlas offers many work-study and part time job listings helps offset these monetary requirements.

Beyond that, Atlas proudly claims the title of the best equipped and financed research centers, engineering foundries and physics laboratories in the Mid Rim. As with much of their expat population, they attract a number of learned individuals who seek a work place with more lax restrictions and facilities able to match their ambitions. There is a reason why Atlas doesn't insure its research labs anymore unless they have proven to be stable both financially and structurally.

Recently, a push towards amusement complexes and themed mega-parks are being built near the Core Worlds to boost tourism and visitation to the ACR, promising to deliver every type of fantasy for all ages and "accurate interpretations" of life on the Frontier. Efforts to increase multimedia productions on movies and screen shows
have bore some initial success with a handful of rising celebrities becoming known across multiple systems for their acting, dancing, singing or entertaining.

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♦️ 𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤
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Culture

Everyone gets a (tiny) share in the company
You get nickled and dimed for everything
There is nothing that isn't corp influenced
For a lot of things, the Corp is fairly hands off
Even the black markets have licenses
Just about all media consumed is domestically made or at least Corp approved

♦️ 𝐌𝐚𝐣𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬
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Planets and Systems

2 Mid Rim Systems
1 Frontier System

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Military/Civilian Assets

Poggers in chat pls

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Ground Forces

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With its roots in business, Atlas technically does not have an army and instead has an "Asset Protection and Security Division". The APSD or simply "Atlas Security" is geared entire towards anti-piracy actions and trade protection. Recruits from within Atlas Space are given better pay and a promise of increased stock in the company in exchange for their service. However, Atlas also enjoys hiring soldiers from other nations, promising a generous rewards package, an ID scrub and a chance to start anew at Atlas. Much of their day to day operations however, is actually internal policing with the assistance of a dedicated Private Eye group.

Each Guard undergoes modest surgery to install a Neural Network Port, allowing them to wear the Exo Frames and Exo Armors that are standard issued to each Guard. They are designed to be approachable and friendly, part of an on going hearts and mind campaign to humanize the Guard so that common people can really trust them (and hopefully hire them). They are considered inferior to many other standing armies but collectively are used to combat and fairly experienced either because of an individual background or having to deal with regular pirate raids/PMC assignments. Much of their day to day weaponry is close quarters: TSS-5c "Automag" handguns, TSMP-22 "Blitzer" SMGs, and TSE-08 "Dinnerbell" Shotguns. Traditional assault rifles, heavy ordinance, snipers and other traditional military equipment is not commonly carried by Atlas Guards but are instead typically used by either Atlas PMCs or the Legion.

The Legion is the offensive arm to the APSD's typically defensive stance. They are assault shock marines, often tasked with raiding criminal compounds, boarding pirate vessels and storming raider lairs. Legionaries are given a much more intensive set of augmentations, enhancements and training to put them on par with the special forces of other empires. Equipped with heavier weapons and a full set of powered PALADIN War Plate which unlike traditional combat armor used by the Guards, completely obscures the person wearing it, they are brutally efficient at their jobs. A number of movies and games featuring them as the main character have seen critical and profitable success making their distinct armor and emblem well known across the galaxy.

Atlas PMCs form a core part of many Frontier expeditions and even Core World guards. They can be seen everywhere from patrolling Atlas branch offices, rescuing VIPs, delivering dangerous or sensitive materials, bolstering local law enforcement, protecting politicians and guarding convoys. Only APSD Guards are eligable to be hired at a variety of costs depending on whats needed with the Legion being exclusively for Atlas's personal use. In recent times, Atlas has become much more cautious as to who they hire their PMCs out to after several were found to be used as mercenaries in less than savory plots which costed Atlas some valuable PR.

Atlas Guards

Atlas PMC

Atlas Legionary

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Naval Elements

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As shipping and transporting goods is a cornerstone of intergalactic business, the Atlas Mercantile Void Fleet (AMVF) is constantly at odds with the ASPD over resources and budget allocations. Like the ASPD, the AMVF is optimized against raiders and pirates meaning that what they lack in pure broadside and offensive weaponry, they make up for in some of the best point defense and star fighters. Atlas possesses few dedicated warships, many easily falling into the classification of "armed merchant vessels"

Atlas Ships feature less heavy firepower but have a number of drones, airwings and boarding parties at their disposal along with arguably one of the most sophisticated Point Defense systems. Atlas is willing to sell some models of unarmed vessels to civilians and their semi-private contractors; in the Frontier the Atlas logo and ships are a common sight in places of activity and interest.

Ship Manifest

SILVERED-CLASS CLIPPER The smallest of these are the Clipper ships, nimble and used mostly for high speed delivery of VIPs, executives and other important personnel. The Silvered-class is meant more for civilian use, boasting one of the fastest sublight engines on the market that don't have a chance of exploding whenever you use them. It also has a fairly sophisticated array of scanners and signal jammers, nominally used as a scouting ship during raids but mostly so that anyone inside isn't hounded by paparazzi.

WEST WIND-CLASS CLIPPER The smallest of these are the Clipper ships, nimble and used mostly for high speed delivery of VIPs, executives and other important personnel. The West Wind was one of the designs produced during the Rylicade Reformations where many of the now famous "flying bricks" where created. Unlike the Silvered, the West Wind was created with security use in mind. It has much more customizable cargo and passenger space, making it able to be adapted to a number of different roles from transporting charity to delivering Legionaries to pirate bases.

MARATHON-CLASS CARRACKS Carracks are the most ubiquitous vessel of Atlas, flashing the stylized letter A logo and the Atlas promise of a new tomorrow of prosperity. Marathon-class Carracks are the most efficient yet least armed ships of the AMVF, only having high effective PD flak and barriers. Marathons however, are fairly heavily armed and some bold (or desperate) captains have been known to ram their ships into pirate vessels. Despite how common of this style of self sacrifice is glorified in holo-vids produced by Atlas, official doctrine heavily discourages this practice.

WOLF-CLASS CARRACKS Carracks are the most ubiquitous vessel of Atlas, flashing the stylized letter A logo and the Atlas promise of a new tomorrow of prosperity. Designed during the Rylicade Reformation, the Wolf-class was originally intended to be used in orbital construction and mining. As such, while it boasts a fairly small compliments of weapons, it possesses a very strong "Void Tether", a tractor beam used for stabilizing stations and pulling asteroids. "Wolf Packs" have been known to descend on ships and use their void tethers to effectively rip apart their hulls in a brutally satisfying display of savagery.

SCION-CLASS GUNBOATS Gunboats are one of the few ships designed purely for security, having no intentions of carrying any significant cargo. Equipped with the standard compliment of "Iron Bastion" point defense suite, Gunboats also carry the first actual munitions on an Atlas vessel. They come 20 FDE-8 Energy turrets mounted on platforms on either side of the ship (10 on each side, 5 on top of the platform, 5 on the bottom), as well as a pair of torpedo tubes. Gunboats can comfortably serve as the mobile base for a small unit of Guards, able to carry up to 1 company of soldiers with all their (limited) gear while still having enough room to have a number of recon drones.

OLYMPIAN-CLASS FRIGATE Lovingly called the "Flying Brick", the Atlas Frigate is a mixed design ship, capable of being fully militarized, fully civilian or a hybrid of both. A favorite tactic of Atlas is to have a mix of different configurations of Frigates to ensure pirates never know which ones have guns or not until they open fire. It was originally envisioned as a transport for volatile minerals and unstable compounds, many of the armor upgrades and interior bulkheads meant to protect the crew in case of a leak are just as capable when under combat situations.

ORDINAL-CLASS HEAVY FRIGATE Somewehre between a frigate and a galleon, the Ordinal-Class is perhaps the most iconic ship design to come out of the Rylicade Reformation and the forebearer of all other similar sihp designs. No Atlas fleet is complete without at least a few of these ships and their captains are held in arguably higher respect than that of Galleons for the fact they don't have the luxury of being able to stand back away from combat. Many semi-private contractors utilize an Ordinal as the head of their personal fleets and is considered perhaps the best ship to ever be made by Atlas with its balance of firepower, cargo capacity, speed and drone control systems.

DAEDALUS-CLASS GALLEON Quite literally what happens when you turn a super freighter into a warship, the Daedalus was created shortly after the fall of the Apavock Republic and formed the basis of the first fleet. Although in more modern times, its unarmored civilian model is more common, several Daedalus still remain in active service for their unmatched size, fire power and also extensive drone runways, control hubs and support modules.

LEVIATHAN-CLASS GALLEON Built on the frame of a mass conveyor and orbital factory, Leviathans live up to their name with their ability to function as a mobile base for entire security and peacekeeping operations. Unlike many Atlas ships, it features full broadside capabilities. Its can let loose devastating salvos to accompany ground landings supported by strike craft wings and missile batteries. Frontier justice has never looked so intimidating.

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♦️ 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝
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Company Record

- Apavock Republic was a nation located in the Mid Rim with some holdings in the Frontier, very nationalistic and fairly militarized due to constant pirate raids
- A series of bad leaders who made bad choices and especially deadly pirate attacks crippled the Republic who was further crippled by infighting and politicking
- Several corporations tried to come together to create the Atlas Initiative to support the failing government and help prop it up
- Things only got worse and the Atlas Initiative had to take on more and more government responsibilities instead of just giving funding
- When it became clear that the Apavock Republic was in its death throws, the companies behind the Atlas Initiative merged into the Atlas Corporation; it wasn't hard since they were at this point one of the few remaining legitimate powers and employed most of the people in the Republic
- Soon after its formation, they went to battle with a Pirate Warlord hoping to try and use the corpse of the Republic as his new empire, only after heavy looses and the destruction of one of the Republic's greatest warships did Atlas realize that they couldn't simply operate as a normal profit-focused business and that their responsibilities as the continuation of the Republic meant they would have to make sacrifices.
- Recent they've started to push back into the Frontier to expand their holdings

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OLYMPIAN-CLASS FRIGATE Lovingly called the "Flying Brick", the Atlas Frigate is a mixed design ship, capable of being fully militarized, fully civilian or a hybrid of both. A favorite tactic of Atlas is to have a mix of different configurations of Frigates to ensure pirates never know which ones have guns or not until they open fire. It was originally envisioned as a transport for volatile minerals and unstable compounds, many of the armor upgrades and interior bulkheads meant to protect the crew in case of a leak are just as capable when under combat situations.

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Medium: Edgy Fireboi

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Solomon Saddler

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Name: Solomon Saddler

Age: 18

Normal Appearance:

A man with a permanent scowl on his face, his stern visage is a sign to others to give him a wide berth. Under his tall frame, he holds a lot of seething anger and pent up rage and can literally stare people down given his 6"4' height. All over his body is a dozen burns and scars, each with a story of their own.

Medium Appearance:

"Battle Dress"

Solomon’s transformed state grants him a type of light armor that show off his muscles and a sealed helmet with red-tinted lenses which also comes with a voice amplifier. His gauntlet are like bear clawed fist, designed to maximize his Raging Strike. It comes without saying that the entire suit is fire proof and highly resistant to extreme heat. Wherever he walks, he leaves a trail of ash and embers floating in the air. An onlooker can discern roughly how enraged Solomon is as the angrier he gets, the more a magma-like fractal pattern is visible all over his armor, not unlike Ozai.

Personality:

Solomon has unfortunately become the thing he hates most; someone who embodies the insane demands of his parents yet is never enough. He has only respect for strength with no time for weakness or cowardice. He is a man of few words but great ambition and even greater rage hiding under the surface. Merciless, ruthless and petty, he holds a grudge very easily and will go to great lengths to right any slights or opposition against him. Whether they are legitimate or something Solomon made up is always a debate that he doesn’t care about. Never given a chance to process his thoughts, he unleashes it against a world that in his eyes, has caused him so much pain and suffering.

Although many compare him to a dog or raging bull, Solomon still holds to a strict set of codes he stubbornly refuses to break.

• Never stop improving: Becoming complacent is the root of weakness, there is always something more.
• Never prey on easy targets: While he despises the weak, he despises people who only target the weak since they’re easy pray and refuse to challenge themselves.
• Never break an oath: For all the things Solomon has done, he has a surprisingly strong track record of not lying or breaking a promise out of a sense of honor he loosely hold himself too
• Never respect those who do not earn it: There are few people who Solomon hold in high regard and even fewer he has respect although he will always respect people who are willing to face him.
• Never just pray for something: Perhaps one of the most infuriating things are the weaklings who pray, hope and beg for something better; the world is driven by actions, not words.

Background:
Solomon was born into a world that knew only one word: Strength. Strength of body and strength of mind were the only thing that mattered to his family. The strong are the only ones who could survive in the real world they told him, weakness would only lead to failure. From youth, this was all that was drilled into his head, his parents setting ever higher bars in which they demanded him to reach. He had to be the best of everything or he’d be weak; any slacking in school was met with punishment, any slowing in athletics was grounds for reprimand, and any talking back was met with discipline.

He tried everything he could, sleeping for only 4 hours a night, feverishly cramming for tests and pulling through the physical tests his father made him do like a desperate animal. Solomon was at the top of his school’s honor roll and set records on every front. He even won trophies for sports that were taken away the second he returned home lest he “grow complacent”. “Man up” he was told, “Don’t be a coward”. Even beyond his best, Solomon wasn’t good enough.

All of it, the years of punishment, the stress of being strong, the endless demands that could never be satisfied would be capped off by a single sentence, “If you are this weak, how could you be our son?” Solomon finally broke, but his parents refused to let him even shed tears and locked him in a closet, a common punishment.

In that small, cramped darkness, a voice whispered to Solomon. It promised strength, it promised ability, it promised respect, it promised a way to use his deep-seated hatred and it promised Solomon he would get the thing he always wanted from his parents: a smile. And so, Solomon signed a contract with Ozai, the Marching Fire.

When he smashed his way through the door and confronted his parents, he thought they’d be proud of how he now achieved another level of strength entirely, but was shot down. They arrogantly defamed Solomon for using a “cheating coward’s way out” and how this was a new low for him. Letting his rage take him over, Solomon destroyed the entire house and its foundations in a berserker fury, stopping only because he passed out and his mother called the police to take him in.

When he awoke at the station, instead of police officers, a Medium approached him and offered him a deal, and knew exactly what buttons to press. If he joined his little group Solomon would be able to prove his strength, to get even stronger and be respected. With nothing to loose and no home to go back to, Solomon agreed. And so he became part of PHANTOM where he did indeed do all three but most importantly, he got praise. And so he stayed, an ever loyal, ever vengeful, ever enraged blood hound of PHANTOM.

Spirit: Angry Cursed Fire Demon

Name: Ozai, the Marching Fire

Classification: Elemental

Appearance:

Ozai

Ozai resembles a flayed man whose been badly burnt. His skin is charcoal black with orange, lava-like cracks and fractals. He trails ash and embers wherever he walks

Personality:
Ozai is best described as "affably evil" and like Solomon, is unrepentant about his actions. Unlike his host who only experiences about 1/8th of the emotional spectrum, Ozai enjoys cracking jokes, being a sarcastic prick and really playing into the evilness to a degree that borders hamminess and scenery munching. He revels violence and isn't all that picky of where it comes from. He's more than happy to listen to Solomon whose given him a fairly constant stream of entertainment.

Sealed:
Ozai is sealed in a small obsidian trinket, carved in the visage of an ancient war god, worn as a necklace. Solomon often rips the necklace off and crushes it in his hand when channeling for dramatic flare. Ozai, while more than capable of restoring the trinket to its original state, really hates it when Solomon does this.

Abilities:
Through Ozai, Solomon uses extreme emotions as raw fuel for his ability, which is often rage as it’s the easiest for Solomon to tap into. At a base level, this augments Solomon’s already formidable strength and durability, effectively meaning that he can fight longer and therefor build up more emotion for additional power. Solomon is also able to channel his power into his own body, allowing him to set his fists on fire and cause small “explosions” in a small radius around his body. This is what is behind his signature “Raging Strike”; right after his punch or kick connects, he summons up a percussive explosion to add even more force into his strike.

Spirit Charge: Fury Unleashed
Fury Unleashed is Solomon’s Spirit Charge. While he can technically do limited pyrokinesis from his abilities, he can’t control all that well. It is a pillar of flames that originates from Solomon which shoots into the sky, then slams into a target that Solomon can see or knows the location of. It requires continuous channeling before the pillar reaches full power in which case it can move around a great deal as Solomon struggles to keep it on target.

Limitations:
His rage however, eats away at him while being channeled; a trade of his own health and life force in exchange for devastating blows. Even without using Raging Strike, he is more than capable of beating the daylights out of anyone by anger alone, but so far it hasn’t killed him yet. The furthest he can push himself is to about twice his regular strength and going to that cap already weakens him considerably, slowing him down by a wide margin.