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Compendium of Races

Suntrah

The Suntrah are a Hive species that exist in the Trystian Expanse. They are one of the primary races of the Trystian expanse, controlling over 2/3s. The Suntrah as a race do not have a primary government, instead Hive societies represent the Suntrah. A single Hive can exist of up to one planet, or several systems. The Suntrah make use of a telepathic form of communication that functions as the primary decision making tool of a Hive. Suntrah individual members do hold a degree of independent thought that allows for individual Suntrah to act beyond the scope of the race telepathic range. Most Hives do not extend their range beyond the local system, for that reason many of the Suntrah Hives can exhibit different and even conflicting ideologies. The majority of these Hives enjoy associate level status with the Federation of Planets.

A typical Suntrah resembles an Anthropoid Humanoid of around 7” high. Male are usually around 6’8” while the Female at most reach 7’4”. Suntrah exhibit a difference in colour indicating hive, gender and standing. Male or Female colourings differ in brightness, with the Female being usually of a brighter colour. They have 4 limbs and while the Suntrah may stand and walk outside of the hives, the biological function of these limbs and claws are to allow for faster travel throughout the honeycombed mines of the Hive. The claws on their hands are designed for the digging through rock and soil of the planets the Hive control. They have four eyes that see on different wave lengths, allowing them better vision, even in obscured situations. They contain a single mouth of 38 teeth designed for the processing of genetic materials.

Suntrah live within cells of the Hive, usually these cells are not large and are dug out of the planet itself. These cells are not large, but expandable when two Suntrah agree to mate. The Female will grow eggs within her that will take the genetic material provided by the Male. These eggs are then placed in a specially prepared plot of soil and earth. The parents will add minerals and nutrients to plot to grow the eggs. The incubation period will last usually 1.2 Galactic Standard Years. The Suntrah on average live to 157 years, but have been known to reach 222. A Suntrah will go through what is known as Hive Cycles. Hive Cycles start with the birth from a cocoon like structure that will take usually a full 19 hours. During this time Suntrah will dissolve their outer shell and use genetic material held with the body to change their structure, a harder or lighter density and size depending on the environment they are in. The majority of Suntrah will go through 33 Hive Cycles throughout their life span. Over 15 of these will take place in the formative years of the Suntrah.

The Suntrah do not have a central government, but within each Hive a Queen will exist. The Queen is identifiable by a second set of arms that grow from the abdomen, a much stronger exoskeleton and bright colour. The Queen will usually be the most psychic drone within the Hive at any given time. This is almost always a female and the drone will exhibit a higher psychic ability than most. The Queen will have a wide array of psychic abilities, but as the centre of the Hive telepathic field, a Queen will have to remain within a Hive for the majority of their time and lifespan. Hives can and do survive without a Queen, but most Suntrah will exhibit a state of heightened distress at the loss of their Queen.

Ishal (Drone 415Q Orbrix) [1/2]

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Ishal (Drone 415Q Orbrix) [1/2]

Ishal (Hive ID: Drone 415Q Obrix)

Title: Obrixin Hive Prospector
Height: 7’2”
Weight: 240lb
Age: 27 Galactic Standard years.
Gender: Male
Race/Species:Suntrah

The Suntrah are a Hive species that exist in the Trystian Expanse. They are one of the primary races of the Trystian expanse, controlling over 2/3s. The Suntrah as a race do not have a primary government, instead Hive societies represent the Suntrah. A single Hive can exist of up to one planet, or several systems. The Suntrah make use of a telepathic form of communication that functions as the primary decision making tool of a Hive. Suntrah individual members do hold a degree of independent thought that allows for individual Suntrah to act beyond the scope of the race telepathic range. Most Hives do not extend their range beyond the local system, for that reason many of the Suntrah Hives can exhibit different and even conflicting ideologies. The majority of these Hives enjoy associate level status with the Federation of Planets.

A typical Suntrah resembles an Anthropoid Humanoid of around 7” high. Male are usually around 6’8” while the Female at most reach 7’4”. Suntrah exhibit a difference in colour indicating hive, gender and standing. Male or Female colourings differ in brightness, with the Female being usually of a brighter colour. They have 4 limbs and while the Suntrah may stand and walk outside of the hives, the biological function of these limbs and claws are to allow for faster travel throughout the honeycombed mines of the Hive. The claws on their hands are designed for the digging through rock and soil of the planets the Hive control. They have four eyes that see on different wave lengths, allowing them better vision, even in obscured situations. They contain a single mouth of 38 teeth designed for the processing of genetic materials.

Suntrah live within cells of the Hive, usually these cells are not large and are dug out of the planet itself. These cells are not large, but expandable when two Suntrah agree to mate. The Female will grow eggs within her that will take the genetic material provided by the Male. These eggs are then placed in a specially prepared plot of soil and earth. The parents will add minerals and nutrients to plot to grow the eggs. The incubation period will last usually 1.2 Galactic Standard Years. The Suntrah on average live to 157 years, but have been known to reach 222. A Suntrah will go through what is known as Hive Cycles. Hive Cycles start with the birth from a cocoon like structure that will take usually a full 19 hours. During this time Suntrah will dissolve their outer shell and use genetic material held with the body to change their structure, a harder or lighter density and size depending on the environment they are in. The majority of Suntrah will go through 33 Hive Cycles throughout their life span. Over 15 of these will take place in the formative years of the Suntrah.

The Suntrah do not have a central government, but within each Hive a Queen will exist. The Queen is identifiable by a second set of arms that grow from the abdomen, a much stronger exoskeleton and bright colour. The Queen will usually be the most psychic drone within the Hive at any given time. This is almost always a female and the drone will exhibit a higher psychic ability than most. The Queen will have a wide array of psychic abilities, but as the centre of the Hive telepathic field, a Queen will have to remain within a Hive for the majority of their time and lifespan. Hives can and do survive without a Queen, but most Suntrah will exhibit a state of heightened distress at the loss of their Queen.

Tier/Influence: # (term); Tier Level 3. Ishal or Drone 415Q Obrix, is an Obrixin Hive Prospector.

A Hive Prospector is a Drone that has shown exceptional individual tendencies and thinking that will allow it to survive outside of the Hive. A Hive Prospector is the equivalent of an ambassador to the wider galaxy. The primary purposes to a Prospector is the surveying of new worlds for the possibility of Hive establishment or the gathering of new genetic materials to further the purpose of the Hive. This is very similar to a Hive Ambassador, except that a Prospector is sent alone. For that reason the Prospector is awarded enough material to create a Carapace Exoskeleton, a feature usually held by Hive Guards. Drones who reach this level of authority often exhibit psychic traits that allow them to feel the thoughts of others from afar and in some cases influence. The Hive Prospector brings honour to their Hive with the new materials and ideas brought back to the Hive. Prospectors are given no time period to return in, just that they do when they have acquired enough material and information as they see fit.

Group(s):
Obrix Hive: The Obrix Hive controls three systems within the Trystian Expanse, numbering 7 planets in total. The Obrix Hive is one of the frontier Hives of the Expanse and shares a boarder with the Federation. It is one of the primary exporters of Tryh Steel in the Expanse and trades this material with Federations planets and neighbouring races. Orbrix was originally established in the Second Suntrah Expansion. The Suntrah of this Hive show the physical tendencies of a Frontier Hive. Orbrixi Hive Drones have a thicker skeleton and exhibit a higher muscle mass. The Hive colour is dark purple, with the standing and gender represented in shades of this. The current Queen of the Obrix Hive is Di’Reng.

The Holy Commune of Gregastrin: The closet to a central governing body for the Suntrah is the Holy Commune of Gregastrin. Gregas was a Queen who led her Hive to freedom in the Suntrah Dark Ages. The Hive would later go on to form the first planet wide Hive on the Suntrah Homeworld of Millivian. The Commune does not act a controlling body, but represents and acts as the internal diplomatic arm of the Suntrah. War between Hives is not unknown, but in cases the Commune will work as a middle ground, to bring both Hives back to peace. The Commune have an embassy within the Federation and acts as the primary communication between the Hive Queens and the rest of the Galaxy. In instances of war or threats that threaten not only a Hive, but the whole of the Suntrah the Holy Commune will convene and vote on a Matriarch. The Matriarch will be awarded authority over the whole of the Suntrah Hives.

Appearance:



Personality:
Ishal is reserved emotionally but curious. Like many who become Prospectors he is drawn to new experiences and ideas that he will one day bring back to his Hive. He exhibits a naïve nature to relationships and social terms that are enjoyed by other species. His primary motivation is to find something that will leave his mark for his Hive. He is oblivious to some of the social norms, if there is a machine that interests him, he will ignore the signs telling him not to.

Abilities, Talents, Traits, Powers:

- Sense Emotions (2): Prospectors go through a cycle where they are given a genetic material and training that allows them greater psychic ability. The most common of these is an Emotional Sensitivity. Ishals sensitivity allows them to detect the emotions of creatures and individuals within an area of 20 meters. A side effect of this ability is that the user Suntrah is influenced in return with the same emotion. This ability can also detect and help defend Ishal from Psychic activity.

- Talented Engineer (3): At an early age Ishal picked up an affinity with machinery. He was able to not only take apart a, but repair tools and machines. Based on this he was selected for specialised training. Ishal spends much of his spare time tinkering with machines and devices.

- Tough Exoskeleton (3): One of the Prospectors goes through is the creation of a tough exoskeleton. This exoskeleton adds to increased strength, speed and durability. The armour is not impervious and only covers the main areas of the body. The armour can deflect some small arms fire, but repeated strikes will break the armour.

- Organic Extractor (2): Like any Suntrah, Ishal can consume and store Organic material. Organic material can be used to repair damaged parts of the body over a period. This material can be from any organic object, but protein is much more useful.

Items:
- Onyx sword: The sword is long going to 90 cm in length. The blade is very thin, but shimmers with rapid vibrations. This sword is designed to cut through thick armour. The handle is designed to absorb the vibrations, allowing for ease of use.

- MK 93 Pistol: The MK 93 Pistol is a standard issue pistol popular throughout Suntrah Hive Space, for its stopping power and ease of use. The pistol does suffer from kick back, but in experienced hands, the weapon can be accurate up to 100 yards.

- 3K in Federation Credits: The Standard amount given to Prospectors for trade and resources in the rest of the Galaxy.

-200 bars of Tryh Steel: The Standard amount given to Prospectors for trade and resources in the rest of the Galaxy, when credits will not do.

History:
Ishal was born on Planet OF-29 otherwise known as Obrix Prime. Ishal excelled in Independent Thought Studies, a course promoted by The Commune. In his fourth cycle he was picked out of his group as a possible candidate for specialised studies. He displayed an acute awareness of technology and how to take it apart and diagnose it. He was noticed by The Queen who confirmed him for Prospect Training. His life on the Hive became regimented. He was cut off from the telepathic field of his Hive. It was like withdrawal for a drug addict. He spent days screaming and tearing at the walls and when he wasn’t, he was being stopped from killing himself and giving into despair. At the end of the year he released and given an implant. The implant inhibited his ability to connect to the field. What followed next was some of the most gruelling training a Suntrah can be given. He was pushed physically and mentally to peak of his ability. The effect of the implant was slowly reduced and then finally removed. The goal had been to teach him to control his demand for the field enjoyed by the other Suntrah. In the empty space provided by the field’s absence he trained his mind in new ways.

The Obrix Hive during this time noticed an increase in missing ships venturing into the Frontier. With Obrix Hive so close to the Frontier it was decided by the Queen and Commune that number of Prospectors are released. Ishal and the other Prospectors were given the following orders:

1. Find and acquire new Organic Material for the evolution of the Hive.
2. Find and acquire new Technology that will support Hive growth.
3. Find and survey new worlds for potential Hive Expansion.
4. Find the source of the Missing Ships that enter the Frontier.

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Retrogarde [Fantasy Noir]

Hi Guys, posted my first IC last night. I just finished reading through the story so far and I love the cast. I actually can't decide who I like more. Nyxvira seems to be playing this game from every angle and I'm looking forward to seeing what she has up her sleeves. Our Gangster bad ass Gnoll Fix who by all accounts is starting to take over the city single handed. Luff an Ogre with eyes everywhere, who I get a distinct Jack the Ripper with a brain vibe.

Any advice on where to take my character I am more than happy to take.

Retrogarde [Fantasy Noir]

“Who are you and what the hell are you doing to my car!”

Samuel Murphy sighed, straightened his back, fixed a calm considerate look on his face and turned around. In front of him stood the a small man, a little over five feet, receding hairline, brown eyes and with a pair of glasses that made him look like an overgrown rat. The look wasn’t helped by the high pitched squeak of the man’s voice.

“Sir you are parked in a non-parking area. If-” The man exploded into a long line of obscenities. The Captain and his supervisor had explained this morning that the people of the city weren’t exactly like the people of Bakerstand. At the time he had said You can count on me sir…No sir. I can handle people. I’m good with people...yes I have read the funnies? . Now Samuel wasn’t so sure. Maybe he’d in fact always been bad with people and they’d just taken pity on –

“…DEMON BLOODED COW SUCKER!” That was a new one. It was only about the thirds instance of these ‘discussions’ he worked out the golden rule of dealing with angry members of the public. He took out a notebook and started writing. They all reacted the same way. They carried on shouting at first. “You feel good about yourself! My son fought in Korea! What have you done-“ Then they noticed the note book.

“Hey what are you writing?” Then they protested some more. “You can’t do that! I’m an American buddy!” Then they stopped.

“…”

“If you would like to appeal the ticket you can go down to city hall and present it to the designated attendant.”

“Yeah thanks a lot!”

Samuel was about to look for more traffic violations with a cop car pulled up to the curb. The driver window came down and he greeted by rough face of Alexander Gregory, his Supervising Officer and his partner Harry Lynch. He’d only met Alexander briefly in in the morning meeting at the station, before being assigned his area route. Alexander looked a bit older than most Patrol Officers, he was starting to get grey hairs, but his eyes still looked sharp and he was almost painfully thin. His partner Harry was the opposite. Fat and balding and what was starting to sound like a throat infection for a voice.

“Nice handle of those last two. That said maybe you should start with the notebook in the future?” Alexander grind.

“Don’t listen to him kid. You gotta stay frosty. Cool but calm. Just like me.” Harry wheezed. “Look enough chit chat, get in the car, we’re taking you out for lunch. Get in.” Samuel got in the back and swung the door shut. The car lurched forward any they were off. Harry got out a pack of smokes and offered them to Samuel. Samuel declined and watched the people in the city walk by. This place is so strange he thought. Every manner of person or creature could be seen walking the streets of the city. As he watched a trio of Gnolls ran down side walk, nearly bumping into an Ogre with an expensive suite. He’d met Gnolls before, a family of them that had passed through Bakerstand when he was a kid. Nice folk, but he understood why most people were wary of them. His observations were cut short by Harry.

“So…Murph what brought you into the big city?” Samuel didn’t even need to think about it.

“To make a difference. My father always told me that the worst thing a guy can do is let bad things happen to good people. ” Harry turned in his seat, the cigarette he had been sucking at rolling around his mouth as he did.

“Was your daddy in the War?”

“Yes sir. He was with the fifth”

“Marines? Ha. I was there with them. Probably fought with you daddy at the battle of… Ah no one wants to hear the war stories these days…You think you’re doing that by issuing tickets?” Harry let the question sit there for a moment before grinning. “Relax kid! I’m just busting your balls, Alex will you tell the kid I’m just busting his balls?”

“He’s just riding you-“

“Listen…Murph, we’ve got nothing but you’re best intrests at heart and if you stick with us, you’ll be off that ticket beat in no time. You’ve gotta realise around here. In this city especially people will chew you up and spit you out. You’ve gotta be able to take a hard time and make a hard time. You understand me? The people you work with out there will sooner cut your throat than see you place a ticket on their car. You’ve got to get tougher. Make them sweat some more and you’ll see the benefits...We’re going to Caffé Stregathat. Have you heard of Sammy Martovanni?” Samuel sat a little straighter. He’d heard of the Martovanni family, who hadn’t? Everyone in the City knew of the two biggest families in the Italian Coalition.

“Didn’t Eddie Martovanni die recently?” Samuel asked.

“Don’t bring that up when you meet Sammy kid.”

“What?” The car pulled up outside the restaurant and they got out. A few hired goons stood outside the Café. Two large guys stood outside the restaurants. Their eyes were alert and they looked like hard men. Harry walked up to the taller of the two.

“We’re here to see your new boss and get a couple of sandwiches.” The bigger one spoke with a voice like gravel.

“The boss don’t want to see no one. Least of all cops.”

“Tell him he’ll want to hear what we got to say.” The two guards looked at each other and stepped away from the door. Alexander went first, followed by Harry and then Samuel. The inside of the restaurant would have been empty if it weren’t for the twelve goons sitting at the tables near the back. A waiter came towards them.

“Us two have business with the boss. Baby face will take a seat and the club sandwich.” Taking the hint, he sat at the table and waited. Harry and Alex moved past the goons to the back of the restaurant where a young man he assumed as Sammy was eating. Sammy was young, sixteen at most, but there was something wrong with his eyes. Once as a boy Samuel had seen a wolf. The thing had been half dead and starved, but there had been a look in its eyes. They both shared that look. Harry and Alexander stood at the table for a few moments. Harry shifted his weight back and forth on his legs.

“Sammy! Looking good. Ohhhh. You got some of that Lasagne? I heard that was good here.” Alex motioned for Harry to be quite.

“Sam, we’ve got some news that might be of use to you?” Sammy stopped eating.

“Talk.”

“You heard about the gang shooting at warehouse last night…Well a few of our sources say that the Tong were holding something at that place.”

“Get to the point.”

“The Tong were holding something for the Hanged. Something the Hanged want very badly.” Harry pulled out a slip of paper and handed it to Sammy. As he read his face betrayed nothing. Samuel had seen military boys with less cool than this kid. Sammy finished the note and passed it to one of his body guards.

“How do I know this is genuine? For all I know you could have any person strung up in the cellar.”

“Sammy your family has always been good to us. Whenever a guy stepped out of line your father gave him to us. Whenever some crook pigs looked at your businesses we politely pushed them away. We just want assurances that your friends in blue like Officer Murphy there will be compensated appropriately.” Harry beckoned Samuel over. Samuel got up and walked across the room. The close he got the harder it became to concentrate on Sammy’s face. Sammy held his hand out to shake. The moment he touched his hand, his whole body jerked in pain. He tried to let go, but Sammy held on. His hand started to ache as Sammy squeezed.

“Officer Samuel Murphy, do you know that the easiest gateway to a person’s soul, the easiest one to get to, is through their eyes?” Samuel couldn’t respond. It was taking all his effort not to cry out in pain. The pain did something to his eyes. As Samuel watched Sammy’s face seemed to become more pointed, his mouth larger and his teeth sharper. He looked demonic. "It's why you always need to look at why you kill in the eyes. When you do that you become stronger-"

Harry grunted. With a dejected sigh Sammy let go. His face was normal and there no sign that anything else other than the handshake had taken place. Even his hand no longer ached with a pressure he was sure should have broken his bones.

“You’ll get your dues officers.” Sammy nodded and they were escorted to the exit. “Officer Samuel Murphy. I will be seeing you around.” He raised a glass of red liquid and drank it. Though the entire time Samuel had watched him, he hadn’t seen the glass once.

“What just happened?” Said Samuel, holding his hand, rubbing the area he was sure had been crushed.

“The world moved around Murph. Just the world moving around…Look Murph. You wanted to make a difference. Well this is that. Because of this a lot of good cop families won’t go hungry tonight. ”

“What we did?”

“There is nothing to worry about kid. Everyone works like this. The whole city does. You take a few gifs, you give a few back.”

“What if I don’t like this? Why are we making deals with scum?” Alexander turned around.

“You don’t have to like it. Hell if it makes you feel better, we’ll take your side of the cut, to ease your conscious. I would advise taking it though. I don’t know if I could trust an officer on the force who would turn down free money. I don’t know a lot of guys that could. Don’t make a big deal out of this.” The car pulled up near where they had picked him up.

“Listen Murph. We all used to be like you. Good cops in a bad situation and this city doesn’t do good things to good cops. Promise me you’ll think about it"

"…"

"One last thing. Stay aware from Sammy Martovanni.”