by Das Metro » Tue Apr 19, 2016 12:49 pm
New Willow wrote:I can't stop laughing right now, my sides hurt so much right now! Bravo you have reached the rank of professional comedian.
by Das Metro » Tue Apr 19, 2016 12:49 pm
[b]Faction Name[/b] -
[b]Faction Type[/b] - (Empire, company, etc.)
[b]Ideology/Goals[/b] - (Think of this as the beliefs of your group.)
[b]Leader[/b] - (This would be your character, most likely)
[b]Size[/b] - (Little, moderate, big?)
[b]Background[/b] - (At least a paragraph! Include military power, economic strength if empire. General description of the faction!)
[b]Name[/b] -
[b]Gender[/b] -
[b]Age[/b] -
[b]Race[/b] - (Pony, and if so, unicorn, pegasus, earth pony, griffon, zebra, changeling, etc.)
[b]Special Talent[/b] - (Only pony)
[b]Personality[/b] -
[b]Appearance[/b] -
[b]Skills[/b] -
[b]Equipment[/b] -
[b]Background[/b] -
[b]Allegiance[/b] - (To faction. If none, neutral)
[b]Ship[/b] - (If your character has a personal spacecraft, here's where you describe it. Name, weapons, general size, etc.)
New Willow wrote:I can't stop laughing right now, my sides hurt so much right now! Bravo you have reached the rank of professional comedian.
by Das Metro » Tue Apr 19, 2016 12:49 pm
New Willow wrote:I can't stop laughing right now, my sides hurt so much right now! Bravo you have reached the rank of professional comedian.
by The Flutterlands » Tue Apr 19, 2016 3:55 pm
by Das Metro » Tue Apr 19, 2016 4:06 pm
The Flutterlands wrote:Making a Crime Faction led by our favorite psychotic unicorn, Pitch Black. What do you mean by ideology, though?
New Willow wrote:I can't stop laughing right now, my sides hurt so much right now! Bravo you have reached the rank of professional comedian.
by Frenequesta » Tue Apr 19, 2016 4:20 pm
by Das Metro » Tue Apr 19, 2016 4:24 pm
Frenequesta wrote:Are we allowed to apply as canon characters (or whatever characters you've already described) or are we only limited to our own OCs?
New Willow wrote:I can't stop laughing right now, my sides hurt so much right now! Bravo you have reached the rank of professional comedian.
by Fascist Russian Empire » Tue Apr 19, 2016 4:39 pm
by Das Metro » Tue Apr 19, 2016 4:40 pm
Fascist Russian Empire wrote:Are Equestria Girls references acceptable? If so, would having a pony (who happened to successfully travel to the Equestria Girls universe) who's been indoctrinated into a human culture be acceptable?
New Willow wrote:I can't stop laughing right now, my sides hurt so much right now! Bravo you have reached the rank of professional comedian.
by The Flutterlands » Tue Apr 19, 2016 5:22 pm
by Fascist Russian Empire » Tue Apr 19, 2016 7:00 pm
by Frenequesta » Tue Apr 19, 2016 7:05 pm
by Das Metro » Tue Apr 19, 2016 7:13 pm
Frenequesta wrote:And I have another question: I take it that Princesses Celestia and Luna do not control the sun and the moon the way that they have in the past, or either you are working this universe on the assumption that their raising/setting of those heavenly bodies was a sham of sorts.
Because that might have implications for the way that Celestia and Luna have exercised their power both today and leading up to the formation of all these empires.
New Willow wrote:I can't stop laughing right now, my sides hurt so much right now! Bravo you have reached the rank of professional comedian.
by Das Metro » Tue Apr 19, 2016 7:15 pm
Fascist Russian Empire wrote:Alright, I'm not even going to try to lie; this is a ridiculous pony concept. It's probably going to get rejected, as well it ought to, but at least it was amusing to write. I apologize in advance for wasting your time by making you read it.Name: Peace Maker.
Gender: Male.
Age: Twenty six.
Race: Saddle Arabian pony.
Special Talent: Peace Maker's cutie mark is a green crescent moon and star, representing his zealous following of Islam and his talent for spreading the one true faith.
Personality: Peace Maker is a zealous Sunni Muslim who's sole goal and purpose in life is to spread the word of Mohammad to the ponies of Equus, and who lives his life totally in accordance to the laws and principles set forth by the Qu'ran. He has a passionate disliking for non-believers, and believes that Islam must take over Equus by any and all means necessary, wanting nothing more than for Sharia law to become the sole law of the land; he doesn't particularly oppose the concept of using violence to enforce the rule of Islam. When it comes to his fellow Muslims, however, he is a quite nice pony, acting with charity and kindness to those who adhere to the laws of Islam.
Appearance: Pretty standard Saddle Arabian appearance.(Image)
Skills: Theological studies, mostly, with Peace Maker being a Muslim imam and a scholar of the Qu'ran. His special talent is to spread the one true faith, and to act as the ideal Muslim. In terms of more practical skills, he is slightly trained in the art of sword fighting (something picked up on in his spare time in Saddle Arabia), but isn't anything special on the battlefield.
Equipment: Peace Maker doesn't really have anything fancy; his armory consists of his set of Arabian armor and a set of two scimitars, though he typically simply wears a white robe on a day to day basis.
Background: Peace Maker was born in Saddle Arabia, the son of two prominent Saddle Arabian diplomats (members of an aristocratic family in Saddle Arabia, since Saddle Arabian politics were totally dynastic and not in the slightest bit meritocratic; therefore, only highborn nobles were allowed to be diplomatic envoys). Needless to say, he was expected to follow in the family tradition of being an ambassador, a maker of peace; hence the name Peace Maker. Being born and raised by prominent government members, it shouldn't come as a surprise to learn that Peace Maker was raised in luxury, and was given the finest education money could buy (though, even for the rich and powerful, education wasn't particularly great in Saddle Arabia, since it's a bit of a backwater country). From a quite early age, Peace Maker served as an apprentice to his parents, accompanying them on and learning from them during diplomatic missions to the other nations on Equus. He did reasonably well acting as an ambassador's aid, and picked up on the family trade fairly well, though he was, in fact, not destined to do what his name would lead you to expect.
Around the age of sixteen, Peace Maker was ordained as an official diplomat of the Kingdom of Saddle Arabia, and, not long after, was sent with his parents to the Crystal Imperium (specifically, the Crystal Palace) to negotiate the terms of a trade deal. Saddle Arabia was, of course, rich in many rare luxury goods, and, more importantly, vital fuel reserves which served as an invaluable resource for all the Equus nations; Saddle Arabia's resources were, really, the only reason why the backwater country had any relevance whatsoever. Needless to say, it was obviously a priority for the Kingdom to secure lucrative sources of trade with the other pony nations; having a non-diversified economy, near totally reliant on the sale of a handful of rare resources, it goes without saying that it was a quite important job to take care of. With Peace Maker showing great potential as a diplomat, and his parents being quite experienced in the trade, the Saddle Arabian government was quite certain the job would go off without a hitch; fate, however, had other plans.
During Peace Maker and his parents' visit to the Crystal Palace, the city experienced a major pirate raid, with the Palace being attacked by marauders, a great deal of the structure being damaged by explosives and other weaponry utilized by the pirates. Peace Maker was being given a tour of the palace at the time, one which was cut short when part of the ceiling collapsed and killed the guards who were escorting him, Peace Maker narrowly being able to escape his own death. Needless to say, the foreign pony was a wee bit panicked by the situation and ran about trying to find a place to hide. He happened to stumble across a previously locked storage room (which had the locked door destroyed by falling debris), and, upon entering, he found a strange sparkling mirror. The mirror he found intrigued him, and upon further inspection, he found that when he touched it his hoof went straight through it. Unable to resist his curiosity regarding the strange artifact, Peace Maker walked through the mirror, and found himself cast into a completely different world.
After walking through the teleporting mirror, Peace Maker found that his body had transformed into a mostly hairless bipedal form, and that his surroundings were completely unlike the Crystal Palace. After a bit of panic over the fact that he had somehow found himself in a completely different body, Peace Maker explored this new area a bit; the mirror had taken him to what appeared to be a school of some kind, inside of a city full of the same bipedal race he had been turned into. Ignoring the school, Peace Maker wandered through the city until he found himself at a large domed structure who's architecture resembled that of Saddle Arabia, full of people dressed in a fashion similar to that of his own home culture. Intrigued, he asked the people at the domed building who they were, and what they were doing; they explained that they were adherents of a theological belief system by the name of Islam, and offered to teach him about it. Quite fascinated by the people, Peace Maker agreed, and spent the day learning about the strange race's religion, reading from the apparently holy book by the name of the Qu'ran, which, he learned, had come from the teachings of a man by the name of Mohammad. It was certainly all strange, but it wasn't like Peace Maker had anything better to do than listen to the strange race's religious convictions.
Later that same night, well after sunset, Peace Maker went back to the mirror which had teleported him to the strange world; he attempted to walk through it again, sure that the violence back in the Crystal Palace would be long-since over at that point, only to find that he was unable to. For whatever reason, the mirror's magic properties had suddenly ended, and there was nothing but hard glass; needless to say, Peace Maker panicked at that point, afraid that he would be trapped away from home for the rest of his life. Of course, then it dawned on him that it could all simply be a dream, and that he could have simply fainted or been knocked unconscious back at the Crystal Palace; perhaps, he thought, if he went to sleep he would wake back up on Equus and all would be well. He tried it; it didn't work. He woke straight back up in the strange world, and the portal was still gone. Coming to the conclusion that he would probably be spending the rest of his life trapped in that forsaken world of bipedal creatures, Peace Maker was more than just a little depressed, and quickly lost hope that he would ever be able to return back to his homeland. Saddle Arabia wasn't great, but at least he was actually a proper pony there; in the new world he was stuck he, he didn't even have his body with him.
After quite a bit of moping about, Peace Maker remembered the religious folk he had encountered the day before; it then occurred to him that perhaps they would be the solution to the problem. After all, they looked like Saddle Arabians, they spoke like Saddle Arabians, and their building looked Saddle Arabian; surely, he imagined, these people would have the key to getting back home. So, he returned to the domed building (which he would later find out is called a mosque) and spoke again to the robed people within, at which point he continued to learn more about the doctrine of Islam, starting to suspect that it would be the key to leaving and returning home. He studied Islam significantly, reading the Qu'ran to completion, learning as much as possible about Mohammad and the principles of the Islamic theology, becoming very well versed on the religion, staying with some of the local Muslims (who were kind enough to offer him shelter during his studies) while he did this. For the first couple weeks, he also regularly returned to the portal mirror in hopes that it would allow him to go through it, only to be disappointed; after a while, he simply stopped trying outright.
After about a month and a half of extensive study and research on Islam (and research on the strange world's version of the Saddle Arabian language, which did differ in a few regards from his own native pony dialect), Peace Maker became an official Muslim by making the declaration of faith (which had to be in Arabic, hence the reason why he studied the local dialect), at which point he believed he would be able to leave and return to Equus. He was wrong; the portal still was not open. Quite a bit discouraged, Peace Maker began to wonder if, perhaps, he needed to make an even stronger commitment to Islam before being allowed to leave? Perhaps, he wondered, this Allah that served as the creator of the strange world would only permit him to return home once he had truly proven himself to be a pious and unwavering scholar of Islamic thought? Not seeing any other reason for why he was trapped there, and not knowing any other way to return home, Peace Maker decided to try taking his commitment to Islam a bit further, and spent a very long time serving as a dedicated scholar of Islam.
Two years and five months later, Peace Maker's efforts bore fruit, and he was recognized by the local Muslim community as an Imam, an Islamic leadership and theological figure. Having had zealous belief in the principles of Islam (all of them, ranging from polygamy, to abstinence from alcohol, to multiple daily prayers, to belief that males are superior to females, to waging Jihad against the non-believers), Peace Maker finally tried once more to see if Allah would allow him to return home; he returned to the portal once more and attempted to walk through it. It worked; the portal was, at long last, open once more, and Peace Maker found himself stumbling back into the Crystal Palace. He was momentarily blinded when he manifested through the portal, as a bright light flooded the room as he obtained his cutie mark, which turned out to be the most well known Islamic religious symbol, the crescent moon and star, a symbol of his instilled piety. When he looked around to see where he was, he found that the mirror had been taken to the quite well guarded throne room of Empress Cadence, who had suspected that somepony might have gone through the portal and wanted to be prepared if and when they eventually returned.
After quite a while of explaining to Cadence what had happened to him, Peace Maker was allowed to leave, and was given a ride by the Royal Guard back home to Saddle Arabia, where his return was met with much celebration by his family. Of course, in accordance with his new convictions and zeal regarding the Islamic faith, Peace Maker was religiously obligated to spread Islam across his homeland, and teach the word of Mohammad to all the Saddle Arabians; this is exactly what he did. Many ponies were skeptical of his story, but some Saddle Arabians were in fact willing to listen to what he had to say and learn about the doctrine known as Islam. Not a lot of ponies were willing to become followers of Islam at first, but over time a fair few families came around to his line of thinking; some wanted to see Saddle Arabia purged of corruption and immorality (which were both rampant in the country), others were convinced by Peace Maker in theological debate that Islam was the one true faith, and others were convinced by Peace Maker's story and his conviction that Allah had allowed him to return home. As the years went on, Saddle Arabia developed a small but growing Muslim community, which organized into the Equestrian Muslim Brotherhood a few months prior to the present time, with Peace Maker as the established leader of the Muslim minority.
Allegiance: Peace Maker is the leader of the Equestrian Muslim Brotherhood.
Ship: Peace Maker neither owns nor wants to own a ship.Faction Name: The Equestrian Muslim Brotherhood.
Faction Type: Religious order.
Ideology/Goals: Islamism and religious fundamentalism are the sole two ideals represented by the Brotherhood; their sole purpose for existing is to spread Islam across Equus and install Sharia law as the sole law of the world.
Leader: Peace Maker, the recognized leader of the Saddle Arabian Muslim community.
Size: The Brotherhood, for the time being, is not particularly large; a few dozen families across Saddle Arabia, consisting of a little less than three hundred ponies, are Muslim Brotherhood members. It is, however, growing, as a result of both new converts and the Muslim tendency towards having many wives and many children.
Background: There's not really a lot to tell that hasn't already been said; the Brotherhood was founded by Peace Maker a few months before the present, and it serves as an organized political and unified religious movement for all the Muslims in Saddle Arabia. They take donations from all the Muslim faithful across the Kingdom and use them to build new mosques and oversee the operation of currently existing mosques across Saddle Arabia. They also operate charities tasked with supporting Muslims and Muslim families going through hard times, offering shelter to homeless Muslims, food to starving Muslims, etcetera. They don't, as of yet, have any sort of militia or other military force, as there aren't enough Muslims on Equus to make such a thing possible; they do, though, plan on eventually raising an army and seizing control of the government in Saddle Arabia to install a Mulim theocracy (not that they make it public knowledge).
New Willow wrote:I can't stop laughing right now, my sides hurt so much right now! Bravo you have reached the rank of professional comedian.
by Fascist Russian Empire » Tue Apr 19, 2016 7:24 pm
Das Metro wrote:This was actually a pretty good read x3 Can't really accept it... Muslim Brotherhood is a bit much for a pony RP.
by Frenequesta » Tue Apr 19, 2016 7:37 pm
Das Metro wrote:Frenequesta wrote:And I have another question: I take it that Princesses Celestia and Luna do not control the sun and the moon the way that they have in the past, or either you are working this universe on the assumption that their raising/setting of those heavenly bodies was a sham of sorts.
Because that might have implications for the way that Celestia and Luna have exercised their power both today and leading up to the formation of all these empires.
Well, considering that there are multiple suns with the multiple star systems and whatnot, they can't quite raise all the suns and moons, the Royal Sisters raising the sun and moon was more ceremonial if anything. As technology started to trump magic, I figure that viewpoint might of changed anyhow.
by MightyQuinn » Tue Apr 19, 2016 10:36 pm
by Amistrinal » Tue Apr 19, 2016 11:44 pm
by The Flutterlands » Wed Apr 20, 2016 5:00 am
by Das Metro » Wed Apr 20, 2016 7:22 am
MightyQuinn wrote:Name - Merchant Captain Nemianne Starclaw.
Gender - Female.
Age - 22.
Race - Manticore.
Special Talent - n/a.
Personality - Thoughtful in preparation, aggressive in action, gregarious at rest.
Appearance - A lioness with large bat-like wings and lion-sized scopion's tail.
Skills - Starship navigation and piloting, starship maintenance and repair, melee combat, cargo master, chess player, poker player, flying, stealth, hunting.
Equipment - Computer tablet, tool box with tools.
Background - Nemianne was born into a family of merchants and though she excelled in her studies, the family preferred to try and arrange a good marriage for her, while her brother would inherit the family business. Both her father and brother perished in an accident and creditors swooped in to claim most of the assets of the under insured business. Her mother moved away to live with relatives, leaving Nemianne to find her own way through life. After four years working for others, she scraped together sufficient funds to purchase a used star freighter, which she has renamed, "Tranquility".
Allegiance - Neutral
Ship - "Tranquility", a freighter, cargo hold capacity of 12000 cubic meters. Defensive systems are anti-radar chaff and 'wild weasel ecm decoy torpedoes'.
Amistrinal wrote:Name - Rivet Craft
Gender - Male
Age - 27
Race - Unicorn
Special Talent - Mechanics/Robots/Mecha
Personality - An eccentric, loud, self-proclaimed mad scientist. Is extremely overconfident, and assumes himself the best pony to do anything. Apart from the things that he would rather not do, like anything he finds boring. Hates to rely on others, and comes off as somewhat rude, although he does have a good heart. He does intend good things with his inventions, even though the results can be rather destructive. Hates being wrong.
Appearance - A brown unicorn of average build with a red mane, and lacks facial hair (at least by show standards). Wears glasses without lenses and a labcoat for the proper "mad scientist" look.
Skills - A mathematical genius, with a good amount of knowledge in magical theory. A skilled craftsman, that puts lots of effort into his work, and is able to create a device for almost any given situation, given the time and materials. Has a level head, at least until his over-confidence kicks in. Can analyze object very efficiently, pinpointing a weak spot easily.
Equipment - Carries a toolbox everywhere, along with a couple of his inventions. Most notably are a zap-gun and a small, powerful microscope. Also carries a small stock of replacement fake glasses, in case his current ones break.
Background - Born in The Solar Consortium, Rivet had a rather fortunate upbringing, in that his family had a rather large fortune. However, it was old money. Rivet's ancestors had been great innovators, while his more immediate family... there were not. Mainly aristocrats in management positions, he wanted to do something big. His magical power was always weaker than average, so he compensated. He learned. A lot. Developed his understand, and his skill with machinery. Acquired his cutie mark, delved deeper into knowledge of technology. Saw the problems around him, and created solutions. And one day, sitting at his desk, he realized something.
There were no more problems that interested him. He took a look around his home city, and saw nothing that he desperately wanted to change. He was becoming a cog in the machine. And he hated that. So he went, and got himself a license for starship construction, and built himself the Shabdiz. Intended to be a super-fast spacecraft, in order to get him to his destination, The Kosmos Society, as fast as possibly. It interested him, and the frontier was perhaps the only real way to innovate. He put the Shabdiz through rigorous testing, and it, for the most part, succeeded. Until he got to the vacuum test.
It imploded.
So he constructed another ship. The Shabdiz II.
It spontaneously combusted.
In an attempt to avert a cosmic joke as much as possible, he skipped straight to the Shabdiz IV.
It was not destroyed, and after a few tweaks to both the engine and the design, he set out for The Kosmos Society, intent on joining and introducing the frontier to mechanical prowess the universe had never known.
Allegiance - The Kosmos Society (hopefully)
Ship - The Shabdiz IV. A rather small ship, but with a very powerful engine. It has no conventional weapons, although that was intentional. Rivet designed the Shabdiz to use itself as a weapon. With a sharp design, plasma emitters, and a unique shield, It is able to charge through most obstructions. However, due to the design of the craft, and for durability reasons, it becomes blind apart from it's sensors when it's charging. this is due to the shield that goes over the viewing screen.
The Flutterlands wrote:Name - Pitch Black
Gender - Male
Age - 40.
Race - Unicorn
Special Talent - Leadership and Charisma.
Personality - Psychotic and volatile, Pitch Black is an insane, yet charismatic, nasty piece of work. He's greedy, arrogant and would stop at nothing to get what he wants. Pitch Black is also secretly cowardly and would run and hide if the tide of battle turns against him. The black unicorn is also very treacherous, rarely ever keeping his promises made to unsuspecting victims of his schemes.
Appearance A slender, black unicorn with a black mane & tail with emerald green eyes. However, his chest, left hindleg, right foreleg and his chest as well as his left eye, have all been replaced with cybernetics. His cybernetic foreleg resembles more of a griffin's rather than a pony's, having very sharp talons.
Skills - Leadership, charisma, space navigation, piloting and combat, marksmanship and swordsmanship.
Equipment - Cybernetic prostectics, swords, and pistols.
Background - Pitch Black was born in the Solar Consortium. Never knowing who his parents were, or what happened to them, the black unicorn grew up in an orphanage, where he would often take part in gangs of other foals, often times assuming leadership. In these gangs, Pitch Black would often bully others, while also standing up for those less fortunate.
Upon growing up, Pitch Black entered the Star Ship Academy, learning all the skills of running and commanding ships, before entering the Consortium Navy. Years passed and the black unicorn rose through the ranks and fought in many wars, rising to the rank of Admiral. However, a terrible accident occured, which caused his ship, the Solar Consortium Capital Warship, Solar Storm, to crash down upon an unknown planet. Pitch Black was the sole survivor of the accident, though gravely injured. He was ultimately found by an unaffiliated medical ship who had his injured limbs and chest replaced with cybernetics. However, the only thing they couldn't save, was his mind. Driven mad by the catastrophe he was in, Pitch Black slaughtered all aboard the medical ship and disappeared for a number of years.
Years later, Pitch Black reemerged as leader of a massive gang of space pirates and smugglers called 'The Syndicate'. For the past ten years, Pitch Black and his cohorts have made a terrible and notorious name for themselves, terrorizing the galaxy by swarming and looting ships, as well as smuggling illegal contraband. Pitch Black became one of the most feared names in the galaxy. Eventually, Pitch Black himself led a ruthless surprise attack upon the Solar Consortium Capital Warship, Solar Eclipse, successfully capturing. Pitch Black now commands the Solar Eclipse, now called The Bloody Deceit, serving as the command ship of the entire Syndicate Starfleet.
Allegiance - Leader of The Syndicate
Ship - A Solar Consortium Capital Warship, which Pitch Black himself captured, now called The Bloody Deceit and commands the The Syndicate Starfleet.
Faction Name - The Syndicate
Faction Type - Crime Organisation
Ideology - Making Illicit funds and wealth while also fucking shit up for the rest of the galaxy.
Leader - Pitch Black
Size - Big
Background - The scourge of the galaxy, The Syndicate is an enormous gang of space pirates and smugglers, lead by the evil cyborg unicorn, Pitch Black. They swarm the galaxy like locust in their deadly starfighters and frigates, ether looting and raiding settlements and trade-ships or smuggling illegal contraband. They're headquarters lies at the distant edge of the galaxy, ruling over a system of a dying star. The Syndicate is infamous for capturing and commandeering a Solar Consortium Capital Warship Solar Eclipse. The ship is now called the The Bloody Deciet and is commanded by Pitch Black himself.
New Willow wrote:I can't stop laughing right now, my sides hurt so much right now! Bravo you have reached the rank of professional comedian.
by The Flutterlands » Wed Apr 20, 2016 7:34 am
Das Metro wrote:The Flutterlands wrote:Name - Pitch Black
Gender - Male
Age - 40.
Race - Unicorn
Special Talent - Leadership and Charisma.
Personality - Psychotic and volatile, Pitch Black is an insane, yet charismatic, nasty piece of work. He's greedy, arrogant and would stop at nothing to get what he wants. Pitch Black is also secretly cowardly and would run and hide if the tide of battle turns against him. The black unicorn is also very treacherous, rarely ever keeping his promises made to unsuspecting victims of his schemes.
Appearance A slender, black unicorn with a black mane & tail with emerald green eyes. However, his chest, left hindleg, right foreleg and his chest as well as his left eye, have all been replaced with cybernetics. His cybernetic foreleg resembles more of a griffin's rather than a pony's, having very sharp talons.
Skills - Leadership, charisma, space navigation, piloting and combat, marksmanship and swordsmanship.
Equipment - Cybernetic prostectics, swords, and pistols.
Background - Pitch Black was born in the Solar Consortium. Never knowing who his parents were, or what happened to them, the black unicorn grew up in an orphanage, where he would often take part in gangs of other foals, often times assuming leadership. In these gangs, Pitch Black would often bully others, while also standing up for those less fortunate.
Upon growing up, Pitch Black entered the Star Ship Academy, learning all the skills of running and commanding ships, before entering the Consortium Navy. Years passed and the black unicorn rose through the ranks and fought in many wars, rising to the rank of Admiral. However, a terrible accident occured, which caused his ship, the Solar Consortium Capital Warship, Solar Storm, to crash down upon an unknown planet. Pitch Black was the sole survivor of the accident, though gravely injured. He was ultimately found by an unaffiliated medical ship who had his injured limbs and chest replaced with cybernetics. However, the only thing they couldn't save, was his mind. Driven mad by the catastrophe he was in, Pitch Black slaughtered all aboard the medical ship and disappeared for a number of years.
Years later, Pitch Black reemerged as leader of a massive gang of space pirates and smugglers called 'The Syndicate'. For the past ten years, Pitch Black and his cohorts have made a terrible and notorious name for themselves, terrorizing the galaxy by swarming and looting ships, as well as smuggling illegal contraband. Pitch Black became one of the most feared names in the galaxy. Eventually, Pitch Black himself led a ruthless surprise attack upon the Solar Consortium Capital Warship, Solar Eclipse, successfully capturing. Pitch Black now commands the Solar Eclipse, now called The Bloody Deceit, serving as the command ship of the entire Syndicate Starfleet.
Allegiance - Leader of The Syndicate
Ship - A Solar Consortium Capital Warship, which Pitch Black himself captured, now called The Bloody Deceit and commands the The Syndicate Starfleet.
Faction Name - The Syndicate
Faction Type - Crime Organisation
Ideology - Making Illicit funds and wealth while also fucking shit up for the rest of the galaxy.
Leader - Pitch Black
Size - Big
Background - The scourge of the galaxy, The Syndicate is an enormous gang of space pirates and smugglers, lead by the evil cyborg unicorn, Pitch Black. They swarm the galaxy like locust in their deadly starfighters and frigates, ether looting and raiding settlements and trade-ships or smuggling illegal contraband. They're headquarters lies at the distant edge of the galaxy, ruling over a system of a dying star. The Syndicate is infamous for capturing and commandeering a Solar Consortium Capital Warship Solar Eclipse. The ship is now called the The Bloody Deciet and is commanded by Pitch Black himself.
I have a few little problems with these two. One, is how the heck they'd steal a capital warship from the largest empire, and how Pitch would build such a huge group in absolute secret. Not to mention that Pitch isn't a very player-character friendly sort of fellow, which is all swell and good, but having a huge chaotic pirate faction will be trouble when the real bad guys show up.
by MightyQuinn » Wed Apr 20, 2016 7:51 am
by Das Metro » Wed Apr 20, 2016 8:34 am
The Flutterlands wrote:Das Metro wrote:I have a few little problems with these two. One, is how the heck they'd steal a capital warship from the largest empire, and how Pitch would build such a huge group in absolute secret. Not to mention that Pitch isn't a very player-character friendly sort of fellow, which is all swell and good, but having a huge chaotic pirate faction will be trouble when the real bad guys show up.
1.) Since Pitch Black himself once commanded a Solar Consortium Capital Warship in the past, I'd assume he'd know how to capture one.
2.) It really wasn't a secret that an army of Space Pirates was being built. It's just that nopony suspected Pitch Black to be behind it since he's beem presumed dead.
3.) Depending on who the true bad guys are, Pitch Black would ether join them as a merc, join the side trying to take them down temporarily, or simply try to fuck their shit up as well for shits and giggles.
New Willow wrote:I can't stop laughing right now, my sides hurt so much right now! Bravo you have reached the rank of professional comedian.
by The Flutterlands » Wed Apr 20, 2016 9:20 am
by Das Metro » Wed Apr 20, 2016 9:29 am
The Flutterlands wrote:The Flutterlands wrote:Name - Pitch Black
Gender - Male
Age - 40.
Race - Unicorn
Special Talent - Leadership and Charisma.
Personality - Psychotic and volatile, Pitch Black is an insane, yet charismatic, nasty piece of work. He's greedy, arrogant and would stop at nothing to get what he wants. Pitch Black is also secretly cowardly and would run and hide if the tide of battle turns against him. The black unicorn is also very treacherous, rarely ever keeping his promises made to unsuspecting victims of his schemes.
Appearance A slender, black unicorn with a black mane & tail with emerald green eyes. However, his chest, left hindleg, right foreleg and his chest as well as his left eye, have all been replaced with cybernetics. His cybernetic foreleg resembles more of a griffin's rather than a pony's, having very sharp talons.
Skills - Leadership, charisma, space navigation, piloting and combat, marksmanship and swordsmanship.
Equipment - Cybernetic prostectics, swords, and pistols.
Background - Pitch Black was born in the Solar Consortium. Never knowing who his parents were, or what happened to them, the black unicorn grew up in an orphanage, where he would often take part in gangs of other foals, often times assuming leadership. In these gangs, Pitch Black would often bully others, while also standing up for those less fortunate.
Upon growing up, Pitch Black entered the Star Ship Academy, learning all the skills of running and commanding ships, before entering the Consortium Navy. Years passed and the black unicorn rose through the ranks and fought in many wars, rising to the rank of Admiral. However, a terrible accident occured, which caused his ship, the Solar Consortium Capital Warship, Solar Storm, to crash down upon an unknown planet. Pitch Black was the sole survivor of the accident, though gravely injured. He was ultimately found by an unaffiliated medical ship who had his injured limbs and chest replaced with cybernetics. However, the only thing they couldn't save, was his mind. Driven mad by the catastrophe he was in, Pitch Black slaughtered all aboard the medical ship and disappeared for a number of years.
Years later, Pitch Black reemerged as leader of a massive gang of space pirates and smugglers called 'The Syndicate'. For the past ten years, Pitch Black and his cohorts have made a terrible and notorious name for themselves, terrorizing the outer rim of the galaxy by swarming and looting ships, as well as smuggling illegal contraband within the major empires. Pitch Black became one of the most feared names in the galaxy. Eventually, Pitch Black himself led a ruthless surprise attack upon the Solar Consortium Destroyer, Solar Eclipse, successfully capturing. Pitch Black now commands the Solar Eclipse, now called The Bloody Deceit, serving as the command ship of the entire Syndicate Starfleet.
Allegiance - Leader of The Syndicate
Ship - A Solar Consortium Destroyer, which Pitch Black himself captured, now called The Bloody Deceit and commands the The Syndicate Starfleet.
Faction Name - The Syndicate
Faction Type - Crime Organisation
Ideology - Making Illicit funds and wealth while also fucking shit up for the rest of the galaxy.
Leader - Pitch Black
Size - Big
Background - The scourge of the galaxy, The Syndicate is an enormous gang of space pirates and smugglers, lead by the evil cyborg unicorn, Pitch Black. They swarm the Outer Rim like locust in their deadly starfighters and frigates, ether looting and raiding settlements and trade-ships or smuggling illegal contraband. They're headquarters lies at the distant edge of the galaxy, ruling over a system of a dying star. The Syndicate is infamous for capturing and commandeering a Solar Consortium Destroyer, Solar Eclipse. The ship is now called the The Bloody Deciet and is commanded by Pitch Black himself.
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