Arawak

The Technology Planet - Frixion Prime - Open

Gotta meet the mogul to get a deal.

The Technology Planet - Frixion Prime - Open

Sitting on the bench, with its walking legs conorting the poor thing into such unnatural position, having to hunch over as it reads from the data pad with its tongue-like hands tasting of plastic is a long nosed orange colored critter with three eyes, three atteanae, a white colored robe and constant chriping to itself. It notices that someone started sitting next to it, some orange haired human. It cranes its head to see him just laying there choking on something presumably. It has seen humans before back in its own part of the galaxy, they're a common thing, but it has never seen a human do that.

Burolama just goes back to looking at what the data is saying. It says that there is a very high chance of windy weather in this part of the city and that there are vats of happy cheese for bulk purchase on delta street. Things are so orderly in this place. Still, the reason why Burolama was here in the first place takes top priority and that was the need to make a media deal with the mogul who runs this place. A whole network of reality TV shows from the expansive market of the Domain surely would be of great interest to it! But this mogul's a secretive one, hard to find in this metropolis and not one bit of coordinates. Oh well, those back home will appreciate it once it is done.

Perhaps that human knows? Borulama thinks, before looking at the laughing human again and using its slimy, tongue-like feet to get its attention. Its clothing tastes really odd.

Borulama asks the human in a zippy, buzzy accent "HuMAN, Yu Kow Of Te moGUL?"

The Technology Planet - Frixion Prime - Open

((Yes I am stealing what the other guy did))

A glorified figurehead of a alien civilization who takes its job too seriously

Compendium of Races

Paminarians- Three eyed armadillo-monkey aliens from a tropical world with tentacled hands/feet who are great at climbing and tasting stuff, but they aren't known for being runners. Their adaptable kind is public domain.

Paminians

The Paminians are a tall and light weight species whose origins are from Paminara, a tropical archipelago world known for its biodiversity and fanciful organics. One of which being the Paminian-kind, who are a diverse sapient of all sorts of colors and shapes that all share the same species. A genetic trait that is comparable to what you see in dogs or fruit flies. The Paminians in nature were arboreal bipeds who lived off the fruits off tall trees and are incredibly proficent climbers to this day, be it in mountain habitats, cave habitats or jungle habitats. In colder environments you get fuzzy Laminians, in hotter, evironments you get "naked" Paminians who just have their scaly armor. Paminians vary in their size heavy, with some being more elongated, others being more stout with evolution just being fast for them.

When Paminara was colonized, the Paminians were treated to as a cheap labor force and from there became members of that society by default and have managed to thrive within the framework which the elite had set up, proving to be amazingly cutthroat and adaptable thanks to their dog-like genetic diversity and rapid evolution.

In general, Paminians over a few generations tend to through natural selection adapt fast to whatever world you put them on.

The general physiology to expect of Paminians is that they have a head with three large, forward facing egg-shaped eyes, three short, surved atteanae and a long, thin tongue remiscent of armadillo tongues. They have a very leathery skin of highly varied colors, with scaley texture and a stou, shot neck that connects their head to their body. The Laminians have ears, but they aren't visible due to being located in multiple small holes running along their back.

The Pamnians have a very fuzzy chilla back armor that both defends from predators and helps in child rearing by given something for the baby to climb onto. Their legs are long and structured like a bulkier version of their arms, with the difference that the leg is much more curved and that the foot tendrils and thicker than the hand tendrils. This is to the expense of being able to run and so Laminians usually have some artifical means of enhancing their movement to keep up with other b on ground. But remember, in environments where climbing is nessecary, humanoids are easily outmatched by Paminians.

Paminians reproductively rely on egg purses they latch into trees that the mother keeps defense of that hatch into their more pup forms who than go to live on the backs of their mothers until they come of age. A good insult against a Paminian is to call it a 'clinger', which is the same as calling someone a mother's boy, but can be used against both genders of Paminian. Egg fertilization is internal.

Paminians have a very strong sense of taste, with their hands and feet acting as tongues alongside the long snout tongue that they normally have. Paminians tend to have a very whirring, buzzing accents when speaking. Paminians also have attenae for sensing the shifts in winds, vibrations in branches and acting in many regards as their nose.

In short;
-You are a space monkey / armadillo thing with tongues for hands and feet
-You have a acute sense of taste, you taste everything you step on, you taste everything you touch.
-You have three eyes to look around with.
-You have atteanae to smell stuff with, and a back to hear stuff with.
-You got built-in armoring!
-You are a great climber
-And need to eat a lot of bugs & nectar.
-Your kind is fast evolving, and thus you can have all sorts of variations to go with your own paminian.

Cult of Lycholme Recruitment Thread

I'd rather not see a group chat unless we get 5 people

The Hub Planet - Vasishka - Open

"Travel ban? yay! Now they will have to listen to me!" Ereso tells Hovers as he takes a seat at a nearby cafe despite having no means which to even drink. Ereso had came here before the travel ban and had begun handling out flyers with videos he made of the benefits of posthumanism to lots of rejection. Shame so many don't want to hear the good news of post humanism for everyone being a feasible reality. Ereso, feeling the need for a break decided to go to a local cafe for a brief breather. At that cafe, a waitress comes by and asks his digital face "What drink shall it be? On Patriot's Day, coming next week the stimulus drinks are half off."

"Just water please, lots of water. A gallon of water." Ereso tells her, despite not really being able to drink water. Hovers meanwhile finds itself interested in the activities of the metallic beings who identify themselves as 'scroungers'. Hovers does a poor job concealing itself and rapidly repositions back to Ereso's location, where Hovers watches as Ereso pours a liter of water into his facial screen that just drips over his machine body. A waiter immediately comes to clean it up.

"Oh sorry. I'll give an extra tip for the mess." Ereso assures the waiter before the waiter starts wiping the table.

Hovers than catches Ereso's attention and tells Hovers what just happened.

"Oh doodles Hovers, forgot my mouth component back on the spaceship and got water all over myself. It's okay, the sensation of water running on my skin is just as good."

Hovers however, is not terribly happy and if anything, in a panic state. Saying in a monotonous, neutral voice "[We] must leave [we] must leave."

"Why now? We just started." Ereso tells Hovers.

"[Vasiska] to be [strip mined] by [evil aliens]" It states, buzzing in terror as it does so, a fact obscured by the monotony of its speech.

Ereso's digital face shifts to a annoyed face as he tells Hovers with disdain "Eh, that's why it is best everyone here becomes a post human. When you are a post human, strip mining is just an annoyance. Besides the fed will murder em, this is a fed world you know."

"[evil aliens] are [powerful]" Hovers tells Ereso, worried but unable to express worry through that monotonous droning of a voicebox.

"But the fed is [powerfuller]" Ereso responds while switching to a smiling face mode once more.

Ereso however is just not really sure why Hovers would be scared of whoever is here. There's nothing that can possibly go wrong, it's a federation protected world. Right..?