I wouldn't mind being "That Country". The Asrians are already the reason why the Haradoni used the Luciferian virus. Might as well go all in. (From the backstory i'm typing for the Haradoni, my guys are not good guys during the Great War. They were drunk on Psionic power...)
Sounds good. I'll review what you've got posted and go from there.
Hey all! I'm back from the weekend's shenanigans. I am now an uncle and have just finished buying a metric butt-ton of children's books.
I should be back to finish the Rolvius Republic tomorrow.
Re: The Discord, I've seen discords create great posts, but also siphon away posting. I vote against an official one, but would be fine with an unofficial one, and a strict banhammer enforcement for lack of posting. Just an official posting saying something like "The Rolvian Republic has not posted. The Republic's government has been toppled and their territory descends into chaos."
Getting something up now, will continue working on it throughout the weekend.
Basically a large food producer, genetic engineering nation with an outdated navy. Their planets feed whole sectors and rely on a web of Alliances to keep their borders safe after being partially occupied during the Great War.
The Star Republic of Rolvius "Our Roots Go Deep"
The Rolvan Granary (laconic), the Tree-Hugger Republic (prejorative)
General Information
The Star Republic of Rolvius is considered a Minor Power by most Star Nations. Their nation is one that wields "soft power" throughout the galaxy, as they provide multiple industrial worlds with the daily rations needed to keep their workers' bellies full.
In Warfare they: - Rely on massive ground-based armies for defense of their homeworlds. - Genetically engineered war beasts (colloquially called "Invasive Species") used to take the fight to the enemy's territory. - An Alliance Network to safeguard their own territory, after a third of Rolvian Space was occupied by foreign powers during the Great War.
Overview
The Star Republic of Rolvius is an agrarian economy. The nation practices sustained farming on multiple worlds in their territory. Inevitably they could be among the Major Powers of the Galaxy, but this would require a massive cultural and political shift, along with decades of work. Most of the citizens treasure their place in the galaxy- living so close to nature and enjoying the fruits of modernity via trade.
History
Rolvius generally benefited from the oversight of the Ashtar, allowing them to develop multiple Gaea-class planets under their protection, merging modern scientific discoveries with a careful application of genetic engineering to preserve natural phenomena. Having lost their original homeworld to dramatic climate change and industrialization, the Ashtar gave the Rolvians a second chance at survival- one that they have not forgotten.
During the Great War, the Rolvians were initially unwilling to enter hostilities and holed up within their borders as war gathered on the horizons. Multiple foreign powers crossed their borders and set up staging grounds on satellite worlds within the Republic- initially these "unwanted guests" were exceedingly polite, diplomatic, and utterly able to overpower the Rolvians with or without a fight. Rolvus unprepared for war would lose only a little faster than Rolvus obsessively prepared for war. Rolvius held its fleets in reserve while multiple belligerents pledged to help dislodge the occupiers in exchange for access to the Rolvian breadbaskets and their ground troops, especially when grain and meat stopped leaving their sectors to the rest of the galaxy. Rolvus continued gathering strength and withholding shipments, putting severe strain on food sources throughout whole galactic sectors. Four planetary governments were toppled due to hunger riots directly related to the Rolvian food blockade- three of them were eventually conquered by Rolvian troops in the late stages of the war.
Major Holdings
Rolvius
Mezla
Manir The sight of most of the destruction in the Great War. Manir was occupied by the
Demographics
Population
The Republic's population is mostly (92%) native Rolvians, though there has been an influx of humans (2%) and other races to spaceports since the Great War's end. Deserters of foreign armies that tramped across Manir have been regularly found, and depending on the manner of their discovery, are either extradited to their home star nation or allowed to live-and-let-live.
Society
Rolvian society revolves around the farming communities and families. Family units can be homo, hetero, or any other -sexual. The prevalence of genetic splicing allows for the creation of children outside heterosexual reproductive methods, and this does not carry a significant stigma outside of several Fundamentalist Gaean sects.
A Rural Rolvian does not live in a town, but on a bio-ranch with several thousand workers. Cities are primarily administration centers and spaceports, with few factories to produce machinery and packaging supplies. Ore is mined from the Republic's asteroid belts- never from any planet unless a prospective asteroid mine cannot be found.
A city Rolvian will often be identified by their place of work, either at a University, Government Agency, or Factory.
A Rolvian Asteroid Miner lives in a controlled colony, working in low gravity work to provide raw materials that will protect the beauty of home. Some take pride in this work. Some are sentenced to this work. Most just know it's an easy way to make money if they can stand the cramped quarters and isolation.
Roughly 40% of Rolvians Revere the Galactic Gaea, a motherly figure that protects, shelters, and provides from the earth while granting hidden knowledge. Human scholars that first encountered the religion referred to her as "Hippy Prometheus with giant... plants."
Economy
The Republic's economy is dominated by agricultural exports. A full 68% of economic output (and 82% of exports) are food-based products or byproducts (leather, hides, etc). Behind agriculture is bio-engineering, medicine, and tourism. It is not uncommon for Oligarchs across the galaxy to venture into the Republic and purchase genetic treatments- receiving custom grown heart, lung, or skin regeneration, then recovering from such treatments in one of many resorts or vacation destinations across the Republic.
Government
Prime Minister Vannifar currently holds the speaker position in the Rolvian government. Duchess of Granite Peak, she is on her third term as Minister and wields power in a Coalition government. Her Liberal-Aristocracy Party hold 30% of the seats in Parliament, while their partners the Corporate Alliance Party and the Manir Solidarity Party hold 14% and 11%, respectively.
Vannifar lived through the occupation of Manir and has made the completion of the Hyper-Dreadnought her main foreign policy tool.
Rolvian Cabinet Prime Minister: Lady Varous Vannifar (Liberal-Aristocracy) Minister of Defense Minister of Interplanetary Affairs Minister of the Treasury Minister of Justice Minister of Trade Minister of Planetary Development
Technological Information
Major Techs
Biological Splicing: Rolvian ground troops use military standard blasters and kinetic rifles, but their infantry are granted genetic infusions to improve their natural fighting ability. Night vision genetic grafts from the Manir Mountain Puma, hard leather skin implantation from splicing with the Mezla Pink Rhino, and in some cases, webbing beneath the arms to allow for gliding over short distances.
Rapid Harvesting: Rolvius has practiced cultivation of crops for generations, experimenting with genetic modifications for multiple seed crops. These crops tend to produce two-to-three harvests per year.
Bio-Weapons: The Rolvian army does not manufacture armored vehicles beyond airships and starships. Most of the "armored vehicles" that they field are actually modified beasts of war.
Acid Missiles: Rolvian warships and strike craft are armed with hunter-killer torpedoes and missiles, though the explosive components within these weapons only serve as propulsion to deliver the missile's true payload- acid globules. These globules attach themselves to solid components on enemy targets and begin to dissolve metal and steel at an exponential rate. Maximum damage threshold is met approximately 3 minutes after delivery in the vacuum of space, while oxygen accelerates the destructive process. Should roughly 3 cubic-meters of acid be delivered to the interior of a warship it can and will begin dissolving metal, flesh, and bone for roughly 30 minutes, and \the acid will be further spread through water-based fire suppression systems. Carbon and nitrogen-based fire-fighting systems will successfully prevent the spread of acid and even halt the destruction.
Military Overview
The Rolvian military practices a defensive policy. Their fleet is considered third class by the galaxy's major powers, but their marines and ground forces are considered a threat to any general, anywhere in the galaxy. Rolvian bio-weapons are lab built and refined, their genetic codes altered and tweaked to make sure that their weapons will be as deadly as a raging lion on the battlefield, and as docile (and delicious) as a cow when peace is declared.
Fleet/Navy
Dreadnoughts: The Rolvians have only ever laid down the hull for one Dreadnought, the RRS Gaea. The Gaea was repurposed and upgraded into a Hyperdreadnought, and officially completed in recent weeks.
Battleships: The Republic does not possess any Battleships at this time.
Battlecruisers: The Republic does not possess any Battlecruisers at this time.
Cruisers: Most of the Republic's cruisers were purchased in the lead-up to the Great War.
Destroyers:
Frigates:
Corvettes:
Strike craft:
Rolvian strike craft are armed with acid hunter-killer missiles and standard anti-strike craft kinetic cannons. Most travel in squadrons of 10 and up to 5 squadrons are moored on monitoring stations through the Rolvian sector.
Army/Planetary forces: Rolvian infantry are primarily made up of planetary guard forces. Some join the guard corps out of a sense of patriotism, others for the lucrative tax breaks, but most find the training and passive genetic grafts useful in everyday life "back on the farm." Add to this the likely assignment of a government bred Uulaka, a venomous but loyal war beast, to be a benefit back home as well. The Uulaka protects crops and herds and is a hardy mount, capable of moving at speeds nearly 75 kph for short bursts.
The Planetary Guard Corps could, if fully assembled, launch a prolonged invasion of an entire solar system with reasonable chances of conquest without more than token naval support.
Name or Nickname: "Driver's license says 'Nathan Bedford Castle.' Customers call me Nate. Friends call me prick. You'll call me Nate."
Sex and preferred gender: "What're you, my doctor? Take a good look at me and tell me what you think?"
Species: "Polish-American. How's that for a species?"
Factional Alignment: "Faction? What the f*** is that supposed to mean? How 'bout this? You don't cause any f***ing trouble, you pay your g*****n tab, and you leave your s****y grudge matches the hell outta my bar!"
Abilities: "You know how many hours a GI like me would spend on the rifle range before going to Korea? Whatever you're thinking, it's too low. You start s**t here, I can make sure you never do it again from three-hundred meters away on that road. At this range, I'll make sure your funeral is closed casket."
Strengths: "I serve all kinds here. That means I got friends in every hospital, police station and fire department in this town. You ever wind up in an ambulance or a police cruiser, one call from me and you'll be dead before you get to where you're going. And if you push your luck, my friends Colt and Abrams behind the counter will make sure I get no sass from ya."
Weaknesses: "I'm too old for this hocus-pocus s**t. And this place doesn't pay for itself anymore."
Age: "Old enough to have changed your diapers, you little puke."
Alignment: "Good? Bad? Here's your drink, there's a private booth over there, now pay me what you owe me."
Personality in a nutshell: "Don't start no problems and we won't have any. I serve all kinds here- I don't care what kind of beef you have with them or their kind. You got a problem with how I run this watering hole, you can take it up with me or the city council."
Any Important Backstory: To be completed as we write.
Nate is the sole owner of the Redhaven Bar and Grille. He opened the bar in cooperation with James William Shaib in 1962 and has kept it in operation ever since Shaib passed away in 2003. Even though Nate is getting on in years, he refuses to let his family take ownership from him and try to ship him down to a retirement home in Florida. He employs a mixed staff of mundane and supernatural workers- two dishwashers, six servers, four cooks and three bartenders (including himself).
While many places of business are engaged in a public frenzy of denying service to creatures that may be literally (or at least legally) seen as no longer human, Nate couldn't give two damns. If you pay, you get served- and anyone who has a problem with that can take it up with him.
When not at the Redhaven Bar, Nate lives off the beaten track in the New Hampshire foothills.
Name or Nickname: "Driver's license says 'Nathan Bedford Castle.' Customers call me Nate. Friends call me prick. You'll call me Nate."
Sex and preferred gender: "What're you, my doctor? Take a good look at me and tell me what you think?"
Species: "Polish-American. How's that for a species?"
Factional Alignment: "Faction? What the f*** is that supposed to mean? How 'bout this? You don't cause any f***ing trouble, you pay your g*****n tab, and you leave your s****y grudge matches the hell outta my bar!"
Abilities: "You know how many hours a GI like me would spend on the rifle range before going to Korea? Whatever you're thinking, it's too low. You start s**t here, I can make sure you never do it again from three-hundred meters away on that road. At this range, I'll make sure your funeral is closed casket."
Strengths: "I serve all kinds here. That means I got friends in every hospital, police station and fire department in this town. You ever wind up in an ambulance or a police cruiser, one call from me and you'll be dead before you get to where you're going. And if you push your luck, my friends Colt and Abrams behind the counter will make sure I get no sass from ya."
Weaknesses: "I'm too old for this hocus-pocus s**t. And this place doesn't pay for itself anymore."
Age: "Old enough to have changed your diapers, you little puke."
Alignment: "Good? Bad? Here's your drink, there's a private booth over there, now pay me what you owe me."
Personality in a nutshell: "Don't start no problems and we won't have any. I serve all kinds here- I don't care what kind of beef you have with them or their kind. You got a problem with how I run this watering hole, you can take it up with me or the city council."
Any Important Backstory: To be completed as we write.
Nate is the sole owner of the Redhaven Bar and Grille. He opened the bar in cooperation with James William Shaib in 1962 and has kept it in operation ever since Shaib passed away in 2003. Even though Nate is getting on in years, he refuses to let his family take ownership from him and try to ship him down to a retirement home in Florida. He employs a mixed staff of mundane and supernatural workers- two dishwashers, six servers, four cooks and three bartenders (including himself).
While many places of business are engaged in a public frenzy of denying service to creatures that may be literally (or at least legally) seen as no longer human, Nate couldn't give two damns. If you pay, you get served- and anyone who has a problem with that can take it up with him.
When not at the Redhaven Bar, Nate lives off the beaten track in the New Hampshire foothills.
Name or Nickname: "Driver's license says 'Nathan Bedford Castle.' Customers call me Nate. Friends call me prick. You'll call me Nate."
Sex and preferred gender: "What're you, my doctor? Take a good look at me and tell me what you think?"
Species: "Polish-American. How's that for a species?"
Factional Alignment: "Faction? What the f*** is that supposed to mean? How 'bout this? You don't cause any f***ing trouble, you pay your g*****n tab, and you leave your s****y grudge matches the hell outta my bar!"
Abilities: "You know how many hours a GI like me would spend on the rifle range before going to Korea? Whatever you're thinking, it's too low. You start s**t here, I can make sure you never do it again from three-hundred meters away on that road. At this range, I'll make sure your funeral is closed casket."
Strengths: "I serve all kinds here. That means I got friends in every hospital, police station and fire department in this town. You ever wind up in an ambulance or a police cruiser, one call from me and you'll be dead before you get to where you're going. And if you push your luck, my friends Colt and Abrams behind the counter will make sure I get no sass from ya."
Weaknesses: "I'm too old for this hocus-pocus s**t. And this place doesn't pay for itself anymore."
Age: "Old enough to have changed your diapers, you little puke."
Alignment: "Good? Bad? Here's your drink, there's a private booth over there, now pay me what you owe me."
Personality in a nutshell: "Don't start no problems and we won't have any. I serve all kinds here- I don't care what kind of beef you have with them or their kind. You got a problem with how I run this watering hole, you can take it up with me or the city council."
Any Important Backstory: To be completed
Nate is the sole owner of the Redhaven Bar and Grille. He opened the bar in cooperation with James William Shaib in 1962 and has kept it in operation ever since Shaib passed away in 2003. Even though Nate is getting on in years, he refuses to let his family take ownership from him and try to ship him down to a retirement home in Florida. He employs a mixed staff of mundane and supernatural workers- two dishwashers, six servers, four cooks and three bartenders (including himself).
While many places of business are engaged in a public frenzy of denying service to creatures that may be literally (or at least legally) seen as no longer human, Nate couldn't give two damns. If you pay, you get served- and anyone who has a problem with that can take it up with him.
When not at the Redhaven Bar, Nate lives off the beaten track in the New Hampshire foothills.
@yoyohayli Only other question: Rural Massachussetts or urban (like a suburb of Boston)? I like the implications of city-living Vampires, but small towns present a LOT more opportunity for drama. When a vampire moves into an apartment building, they get lost in the crowd of the city. When they move into a town of a couple thousand people, everyone knows everyone and interesting things begin to happen...
