Describe your capital city.

[Viriyanagara]

The Viriyanagaran capital city of Viriyapuri is a modern city which is dominated by more than 100 skyscrapers.
Its land area is 750 square kilometers and its sea area is 250 square kilometers, totaling 1000 square kilometers.
Approximately 5 million people live in massive apartments in its centers and sprawling suburbs in its outskirts.

[Pantopian Empire]

The city of Republica has been the capital of the People's Collective Republic of Pantopia since it's founding in 1947. It is a sprawling city of 8.5 million people in the actual city, and 12 million metro area. The city is located on the western end of the Crystal Bay, and is organized in "rings" of development around central Republica. Central is the oldest and most attractive part of Republica, and consists of government buildings, museums, theaters, and 12 large art deco skyscrapers, some of which go above 1000 feet. These where built in the 1940's and 50's and house the largest government owned companies in the nation. The Diamond Ring surrounds Central, and is where most of the foreign and privately owned businesses are located. This area is very rich and filled with skyscrapers, most dating from 1960's-1980's, most of which range from 600-900 feet high, as well as the Republica TV tower, which is 2800 feet tall. Outside this is the "Golden Ring" Which mostly consists of middle class apartment blocks as well as malls and parks. Outside this is "Silver Ring", which mostly consists of subdivisions as well as most of Republica's major factories. Outside the 3 rings lies the majority of Republica's large scale government planned suburbs.

[Democratic Majapahit]

'Capital city'? Hah!

Before the implementation of the city-raze policy, Democratic Majapahit was headquartered politically in the town of Pamekasan. After the conversion of the town into an agrarian commune as part of the Majapahit Year Zero policy, the political headquarters was shifted over to a well-defended underground complex located approximately 2km west of the Sumenep commune.

[Carena]

Urbem Occidentalium is a huge megalopolis located near and around the modern day city of Denver. Originally founded as the Rocky Mountains Megalopolis in 2046 by the US government in an effort to divert the population from the crowded coastal regions, the city was selected to be the capital of the Confederation in 2052 after Carena was formed. It was renamed to Urbem Occidentalium, meaning "City of the West" in Latin, to better reflect it's role as the capital of the Western world. Though there was several American projects to renovate the cities that made up the megalopolis with futuristic skyscrapers, fusion power plants, and huge commercial zones, after it became the capital of Carena, the renovations greatly increased and was much faster, building huge, Roman style government buildings and even more futuristic buildings. It swelled in population , as may people moved there due to it's futurization and/or job opportunities.

[Zirconim]

Zirconian architects are fiercely esoteric and varied in style, thus the capital city has a mix of extremely ornate French Gothic-style architecture and modern and postmodern architecture inspired by the likes of Frank Lloyd Wright and the Bauhaus movement. Skyscrapers are also extremely common and fill niches of being both ornately or unnecessarily decorative and futurist in design. Imagine the landscape of Pennsylvania run through a Nine Inch Nails video, an Art History text book, and Neil DeGrasse Tyson's fever dreams.

[Sherfolk]

What do you mean by the Gothic choice above? I didn't understand that. In what sense?

[Zirconim]

What do you mean by the Gothic choice above? I didn't understand that. In what sense?

Generally of the French Gothic tradition. Gabled vaulting, flying buttresses, ect.

[Sherfolk]

What do you mean by the Gothic choice above? I didn't understand that. In what sense?

Generally of the French Gothic tradition. Gabled vaulting, flying buttresses, ect.

I see. Thank you for the answer.

Well, if it's that, than it really describes the capital city in my fictional England-based country. It is a really beautiful architecture, indeed.

[Zirconim]

Generally of the French Gothic tradition. Gabled vaulting, flying buttresses, ect.

I see. Thank you for the answer.

Well, if it's that, than it really describes the capital city in my fictional England-based country. It is a really beautiful architecture, indeed.

Agreed. It may well be my favorite architectural period, aesthetically.

[Caracasus]

I came to Caracasus a refugee. My home country consumed by war and fire - I had stood on the docks as the militias stormed the downtown apartments, burning as they went - thick palls of smoke choking the air. The remnants of the People's army stood guard, the militia lacking the numbers to assault the ring of defenders at the dock. Chaos, confusion. We could hear the gunfire approaching - a relentless staccato that crept across my home like wildfire, punctuated by the whistle and thud of isolated artillery pieces. I remember little, and wish to remember less, of the passage to Caracasus. I am not at home on the seas, and the first days of our journey were tense - a dull, numbing prayer that the militia ships would not find us.

The ship took us in past the islands that scatter the River Tarr delta. I stood on deck, crowded by others from my homeland. A brisk breeze kicked up salt spray, clinging to our clothes. The islands hemmed us in to the left and right, some no more than rocky outcrops with a dusting of foliage, a few a half mile or so across. Birds wheeled through the sky above them, and in the dense foliage I could hear the shriek and scuttling of unknown creatures. Emerald green on blue.

Jevellit Metropolitan District, Caracasus's capital lay on the delta, straddling both sides. I could see in the distance a filigree of glass and steel bridges connecting the two halves, networks of veins accompanied by the occasional thick artery of a monorail or road bridge. Great towers of carved white stone dominated the skyline, scattered in a haphazard fashion as if some giant had played here. Many of the great towers cascaded with terraced gardens, vivid lines of green showering down like a waterfall across their facades from the verdant terraces. The city proper encompassed many of these giants.

Had I entered Caracasus by air, as I have done many times since, I would have seen the form that gave order to this chaos. A network of rail and monorail strung like a spider's web. Parks glittering like jewels in that strange, white stone that almost glowed in the twilight. Solar panels clustered in clumps as the web radiated from the centre and the wave of vibrant, colourful apartments and communes that clustered in tight groups at the middle spread out eagerly as they approached the edges - no longer hemmed and constrained by the roads, rail and towers of Jevellit's heart.

My first few months were chaotic. Caracasusian officials that spoke my language in a strange, faltering accent guided me to my new home. The apartment block had been prepared for us in the Kartakai District. The language was strange, lilting, I listened to its musical notes as I walked through the various communes. On every corner some man or woman proclaimed some new meeting, some new council or other. As my ears became accustomed to the language, and as my lessons began to sink in, I made out details of the heated street corner discussions - mostly political in nature. Every commune argued, ceaselessly. The commune cafes buzzed with excitement over steaming cups of coffee and bowls of fried rice, with news of war, of peace and of news from far flung corners. A few months in, and I added my own, faltering arguments to the mix. I was not alone, some of my countrymen were part of my new commune, and people from as far away as Leingos joined us. I made friends, made a few foes and made myself, more or less, at home.

I still live in Kartakai District, with its vibrantly painted houses and apartment blocks. Murals and graffiti merge into one in places. I've changed communes though. The first concerned itself with the manufacture of chemicals - something I had a background in. The science and processes were different, my own knowledge felt vastly inferior in contrast. I was offered a place at a university, to further my knowledge. Sometimes I wonder if I should have taken it, but I am happy where I am now. My current commune - forgive me, the language does not translate as well as it should - The residence of the glass tear produces fine stoneware. My hobby had found an outlet - the pots and plates I produce tell tales of my homeland, abstract in the paint and glaze. I feel a sense of loss, a tearing emptiness inside when I remember those final, bloody days. I can not return. Making things, working on something beautiful, it helps. I still feel lost sometimes, but I'm doing better now.

[Mindhar]

I came to Caracasus a refugee. My home country consumed by war and fire - I had stood on the docks as the militias stormed the downtown apartments, burning as they went - thick palls of smoke choking the air. The remnants of the People's army stood guard, the militia lacking the numbers to assault the ring of defenders at the dock. Chaos, confusion. We could hear the gunfire approaching - a relentless staccato that crept across my home like wildfire, punctuated by the whistle and thud of isolated artillery pieces. I remember little, and wish to remember less, of the passage to Caracasus. I am not at home on the seas, and the first days of our journey were tense - a dull, numbing prayer that the militia ships would not find us.

The ship took us in past the islands that scatter the River Tarr delta. I stood on deck, crowded by others from my homeland. A brisk breeze kicked up salt spray, clinging to our clothes. The islands hemmed us in to the left and right, some no more than rocky outcrops with a dusting of foliage, a few a half mile or so across. Birds wheeled through the sky above them, and in the dense foliage I could hear the shriek and scuttling of unknown creatures. Emerald green on blue.

Jevellit Metropolitan District, Caracasus's capital lay on the delta, straddling both sides. I could see in the distance a filigree of glass and steel bridges connecting the two halves, networks of veins accompanied by the occasional thick artery of a monorail or road bridge. Great towers of carved white stone dominated the skyline, scattered in a haphazard fashion as if some giant had played here. Many of the great towers cascaded with terraced gardens, vivid lines of green showering down like a waterfall across their facades from the verdant terraces. The city proper encompassed many of these giants.

Had I entered Caracasus by air, as I have done many times since, I would have seen the form that gave order to this chaos. A network of rail and monorail strung like a spider's web. Parks glittering like jewels in that strange, white stone that almost glowed in the twilight. Solar panels clustered in clumps as the web radiated from the centre and the wave of vibrant, colourful apartments and communes that clustered in tight groups at the middle spread out eagerly as they approached the edges - no longer hemmed and constrained by the roads, rail and towers of Jevellit's heart.

My first few months were chaotic. Caracasusian officials that spoke my language in a strange, faltering accent guided me to my new home. The apartment block had been prepared for us in the Kartakai District. The language was strange, lilting, I listened to its musical notes as I walked through the various communes. On every corner some man or woman proclaimed some new meeting, some new council or other. As my ears became accustomed to the language, and as my lessons began to sink in, I made out details of the heated street corner discussions - mostly political in nature. Every commune argued, ceaselessly. The commune cafes buzzed with excitement over steaming cups of coffee and bowls of fried rice, with news of war, of peace and of news from far flung corners. A few months in, and I added my own, faltering arguments to the mix. I was not alone, some of my countrymen were part of my new commune, and people from as far away as Leingos joined us. I made friends, made a few foes and made myself, more or less, at home.

I still live in Kartakai District, with its vibrantly painted houses and apartment blocks. Murals and graffiti merge into one in places. I've changed communes though. The first concerned itself with the manufacture of chemicals - something I had a background in. The science and processes were different, my own knowledge felt vastly inferior in contrast. I was offered a place at a university, to further my knowledge. Sometimes I wonder if I should have taken it, but I am happy where I am now. My current commune - forgive me, the language does not translate as well as it should - The residence of the glass tear produces fine stoneware. My hobby had found an outlet - the pots and plates I produce tell tales of my homeland, abstract in the paint and glaze. I feel a sense of loss, a tearing emptiness inside when I remember those final, bloody days. I can not return. Making things, working on something beautiful, it helps. I still feel lost sometimes, but I'm doing better now.

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There's a lot to see in Salvastria. Well, really, there's a lot of Salvastria. With over ten million documented inhabitants—and no accurate census has been conducted of the outer suburbs and their burgeoning shantytowns in three decades—it sprawls out across a great bowl-shaped valley facing the sea, a tightly packed city with only a few buildings exceeding ten stories. Only two other cities, Ashúr and Lysia, break the mark of one million; and apart from Aln Dibran on the barrier islands, nothing smaller than a million people counts as more than a large town. In Mindhar, whose population is seventy-nine percent rural, cities tend to be extremely concentrated.

Coming from the airport, you're most likely traveling by highway—which means passing through a suburban mix of villages and open fields atop the plateau, before dropping down the valley sides in a series of switchbacks. This area is already being built up for those who cannot afford to live in the city, half-finished brick houses and tin-roofed shacks sitting uneasily alongside villas and small apartment blocks, but here and there rice paddies or a sugarcane plantation interrupt the semi-urban surroundings and afford dizzying views down into the sea of buildings below. Alternately, if you have the money and booked in advance, you're on a train, surprisingly modern and comfortable given Mindhar's third-world reputation, which drops down the other way from the airport (i.e. towards the sea), and runs high above the crashing breakers before abruptly descending as the outskirts of the city become visible and the plateau walls drop away.

Travelling by highway is possibly more educational. Entering the valley, the highway turns into a four-lane road (Avenue Antonius Maro) with the first traffic light set in the midst of what appears to be a massively overcrowded shantytown. Not that most Mindhari drivers obey the traffic lights, of course. The slums are home to Vaurians (Mindhar's former colonial oppressors, cast down and become the oppressed) and gypsies (who are not technically Roma and may in fact be indigenous to Mindhar, but have a similar reputation) as well as slaves and the unaligned, those who never pledged loyalty to one of the great noble houses, or were cast out from them. Though it's only occasionally obvious from the Avenue, many of these slums have coalesced around "neighbourhoods", i.e. former Mindhari villages that have now become commercial centers of a sort for the surrounding humanity.

Eventually one passes into the New City. The largest and most populous district, it harbours several important museums and the Susa Auditorium (which is home to the Mindhar National Philharmonic Orchestra and hosts many visiting bands) as well as many beautiful parks. These do not detract from the ugliness of its architecture, which consists largely of whitewashed blocks of seemingly random shapes and sizes.

Of the many neighbourhoods of the New City, possibly the most famous is Hopetown (Mindhari: Alnarésia), though not for the right reasons: its fame largely derives from a two-week student protest against the Emperor which was crushed using military force, leaving over 5000 dead. Not that one will see much of it whilst jostling for position against cars, buses, mopeds, bicycles, sheep, goats, horses, donkeys and cows on Avenue Antonius Maro.

That's because one is probably headed for the Old City—where most of the hotels are, and also the historic part of town where basically everyone wants to live. The whitewashed buildings mostly disappear in favour of traditional Mindhari red clay tile-roofed houses, and even the poorer areas seem more colourful and inviting.

That said—a word of advice from those who have been there: don't make any turns off the Avenue, no matter how bad the traffic is, except for the necessary one to reach one's accommodation. The streets in the Old City are tiny, choked with traffic and form an impenetrable maze that is virtually unnavigable. And unless you look vaguely Mindhari you won't get any help from the locals. The Gypsy Quarter is home to the city's largest and oldest open-air market, reportedly open every single day for the past 1,358 years, from which every important street in the city (except Avenue Antonius Maro) radiates outwards. The White Quarter, which was never white-majority despite its name, is home to many of the city's warehouses, often in converted military buildings that look as though they were carved from a single block of stone. The University Quarter is "poor-chic", for tourists who like to think they support the poor but don't feel comfortable in the slums. (Confusingly, there are seven neighbourhoods called "_____ Quarter" in the Old City.) Towards the sea one reaches the famous tourist neighbourhoods—Amthuri, Soevai, Gravel Point—home to many hotels, restaurants, nightclubs and brothels hairdressers. Also somewhat of a centre for Mindhar's otherwise heavily repressed LGBT community.

And, of course, just at the edge between the two Cities, there lies the Central District. Home to the railway station, to the Summer Palace (seat of the Emperor), and to the Holy Temple of Darileth, which if it is only the second-largest such temple in the nation is not for want of trying; its grounds cover several square kilometers of ancient and beautifully painted buildings and well-manicured gardens. Also in the Central District are most of Mindhar's tall buildings, modern high-rises most of them; it is home to a good deal of the city's tertiary sector, particularly finance and industrial headquarters. Not many people actually live in the Central District, but those who live there count.

The train is much less educational, taking you straight through the Old City (some of its nicer and more picturesque parts, actually) into the Central District. In fact, painting a much rosier picture of Salvastria than you'd get otherwise. Which is exactly what its builders intended it to do.

[Skyviolia]

read about our cities here
Venneya has a population of around seven million and has 23 regions (our version of Parliamentary Municipalities.) It is divided into 5 major areas, the North, South, East, West and Central. The North is dominated with major Government buildings such as our Parliament building. The South is the major residential hub with most of the population living here. The East and West are dominated with museums, buildings, and government offices. Central is the major tourist hub, with 3 of the 4 most popular attractions here. We do not have skyscrapers in Venneya and the average building height is 10 floors, and the city is described to be historic with modern roots.

[The Gamindustrian Union]

Hyperdimension Planeptune is both modern and futuristic at the same time.

I voted futuristic because it's a PMT city in an MT setting, so there, despite that it looks more modern than futuristic.

[Ancient Humans]

Due to the nature of the Unity, it doesn't have a centralised political, industrial, economic, military or even cultural capital and instead has a more 'jack of all trades, master of none' approach by having each individual world have a more fortified location that can be easily adapted depending on the location or situation of the planet.

[Shiyazi]

Our capital, Ugeri (広狩, Ûgerî or more poetically Kwâsho) is a metropolitan sprawl in its own right, with a population of 7,682,127 as of the 2010 Census within its borders (i.e. not including the metropolitan area, which had a population of 20,475,872 at the time of that census and included the population of the city and two entire bordering states, as well as a small enclave of a third state.) This metropolitan area is nearly one-and-a-half times the size of London's, and nearly one-third of the entire Shiyazine population lives within the area.

Ugeri and its environs are located at the foothills of the Yazâu'îayo Mountains, in and around the natural Bosunyêî Harbour on the south-western coast of the main Shiyazine island of Sêriyazî. It is centered in a temperate rainforest region, as with much of western Sêriyazî, although the urban sprawl can make it difficult to surmise as much unless one approaches Ugeri from the air. Climatically, the city features an oceanic climate bordering on a humid subtropical climate, although it is an unusual variation on both climate types due to uncharacteristically heavy and frequent (though often short-lived) snowfall (338 cm falling on average over 57 days, at earliest in late November and at latest in early April.) Rain is also heavy on account of the topography and location, as all parts of the city receive at least 2,000 mm per year and some parts receive as much as 2,500 mm.

Administratively, Ugeri is governed by the City of Ugeri Corporation (CUC), and the city functions as a state in its own right in all but name. The UMA only covers 1,498 sq. km., yielding a lower population density than Tokyo or Hong Kong, and comparable to London. However, this relatively low population density for such an urbanised area is on account of areas on the outskirts with more rural (in a sense) feel; the CUC's 76 Official Communities tend to have significantly different population densities and even sizes, and Communities more toward the harbour (namely Elgin, with a resident population of 338,259 and an area of only 9.6 sq. km.) have population densities rivaling and even surpassing the world's most densely populated areas.

The CUC's 76 Official Communities each elect a single member to the Legislative Council of the City of Ugeri (LCCU, known metonymously as City Hall), which is the primary legislative arm of the CUC. The Legislative Council is officially headed by the Lord Mayor of Ugeri, who is the representative of the British Crown within the CUC and comparable to the Lieutenant Governors of other states. The Lord Mayor only casts tiebreaker votes in Council votes, but he chairs all sessions of the Council and also appoints the Chief Executive of Ugeri, the head of government and comparable to the First Ministers of other states.

[EURANIA]

Euravezya, our capital, lies along the banks of a river. It is a sprawling metropolis and has highest population of any city in Eurania.

[Rebirth Union]

Jackson Megacity is a large, humid metropolis located in the heart of Rebirth Union. It uses the latest Unitarian technology, making it somewhat futuristic. There aren't many clear days in Jackson Megacity as the climate is so wet, it almost always causes severe storms and tornadoes. Jackson Megacity is the largest city that has had severe overpopulation issues, but are clearing up as the Norman Lunar City grows and new habitable planets are discovered.

OOC: Jackson Megacity is coincidentally located in southern Mississippi, or the Mississippi Territory in Rebirth Union's timeline.

[San Andreas Republic]

Los Santos is a huge and sprawling metropolis with various different cultures, ranging from the prestigious film-making industry of Vinewood to the suburban hood life of Strawberry. Los Santos has a population of approximately 4 million and its motto is "Bulimic capital of America". Los Santos is Spanish for "The Saints".

"Welcome to Los Santos. The city of cellulose, sand, and cellulite removal. From dead starlets in Vinewood to the gangbangers in Davis and Strawberry, and terror cells in Chumash to the drunken tourists in Del Perro Pier, it's time to take a look inside this cesspit of destroyed dreams, drug-addled degenerates, and deluded desperados that make up this great city of lights."
— Steve Haines on The Underbelly Of Paradise

[The Intergalactic Universe Corporation]

https://www.nationstates.net/nation=the ... /id=402906

[Celistiant]

Ferrum Praesidium is an underground city excavated under its alpine mountain range.

First there are its 90 foot tall gates constructed in Gothic architecture. Layered with steel plates and locks embedded into the rock itself. At twenty meters/65.7 feet, its wide enough that two of it's largest battle tanks can drive though with room to spare

Then a train station with steam engine trains to travel people and officials here and there throughout the entire capital-city.
Walkways look the same as above in the open air. With decorative lampposts that are on all the time, sitting benches, small gardens, decorative brick-work, dancing water fountains, Wrought Iron railing and fences.
Mini Stone-Farms are found though out the city, which are used to grow simple grains rice herbs

Homes, shops, and mansions are all carved out of the rock walls themselves. And a new neighborhood, shopping district, etc... a tunnel is simply carved out of the rock wall.

The industrial areas are filled with steel forges. Next to them are the automotive garages/Temples and Arms Manufacturing plants/Shrines

Gymnasiums are frequent, and filled with all the muscle building equipment a gym-rat could ever wish for.
Swimming pools are...exclusive and must be paid for either by membership, or use per day.

The soldiers housing...are more fraternity houses then army bases. As long as their responsibilities are maintained, no one questions why they're bringing.... things in with them.
At three stories high, seven wide and carved twenty rows deep, each 'fraternity" houses 150 to 200 soldiers, and there are currently hundreds of these fraternities scattered throughout the mountain

The very heart of the city, in the deep of of the mountain, is the capital building itself, the grand royal palace of the royal family. Surrounded by thick and high stone walls reinforced with steel bars and covered in ornate iron figures.
The walls are ceremonial, and are hardly "locked-down" since from the front-gate the tunnels needed to go... anywhere can be locked and guarded by a handful of men, but overall the entire Capital is guarded by thousands of well-trained, and overtly armed men, and hundreds of light to heavy tanks.

TL;DR
Dwarvish under-mountain, mixed with Greek/Roman aesthetics & slight 18th century Victorianism-ish

[Dotlaf]

Canton, Dotlaf Prime, United States of Dotlaf

Resemblance: The City of Glass


Main Languages:

English
Mandarin Chinese
Naiszky (Old, not used)

[Hokkaido-Sakhalin]

Hokkaido-Sakhalin's capital and largest city is Sapporo, which resembles a typical Soviet city from the 80s. It is famous for its breweries. It snows very often.

[The Gamindustrian Stellar Federation]

Planeptune City (Hyperdimension) is the capital city of Planeptune. It looks very futuristic and ergonomic, as it utilises technology to the maximum. Being a futuristic city, it is free from pollution, as the pollutants have all but been made obsolete or mitigated.

[Devernia]

Our capital looks like this:

[The Brand New Salvatagard Republic]

Saint Beckingham is like Rome, Berlin, Paris, London, Saint Petersburg, Moscow, Ulaanbaatar, Beijimg, Tokyo, and Washington D.C. Combined.