Alitheia In Space [FT][OOC][SEMI-OPEN]

[Rykil]

So I need to know which sectors have been taken up.

Faeson Exostellar Unity/Arktic = 6 and 10.
Parcian Colonial Union/Parcia = 19 and 35
Naucherten Hegemony/Nauchertenfield = 17
Abr Networked Worlds/Me = 15 and 16
The Vresh Hive/URA = 20, 21, and 39
The Mechanist Church/SCP Institution = 27 and 30
Ferran Empire/Arvenia = 32 and 33
New Jotaran Imperium/Korhal IVV = 4
The Tagali Empire/Tagali Federation = 34 and 36

[Tagali Federation]

So is my app alright?

[Parcia]

So is my app alright?

Yea, though I would like to see your member species if you have them.

Nothing too important, just curious

[Parcia]

Double Post!

and Lore post!

The Red Death.

Classified by Colonial Scientists as “Xenomorphus Messorem” (The Unknown Reaper) is a high infectious disease of unknown origin. While preliminary outbreaks were small and largely undocumented, the first recorded large scale outbreaks came from the boarder regions of Vresh Space.

Most nations believe this simply to be one of the few forms of life to survive the Vresh Dead zone.
In Humans, it Manifests as “Xenomorphus Messorem Homid”, manifesting as a Viral strain similar to the Ancient Bubonic Plague that racked Humanity for some time. The form of death comes in a duel Raspatory failure and Skin Narcosis, resulting in a pale blue pigmentation with large red splatches.

While its form of death varies in other Races, even the form of the Infection it takes, A prion, Parasite, even a specific form of fast acting organic Sludge that each through the bodies of machine races, it always results in red splotches/boils and a dead, decaying corpse. The leading reason as to why its considered the product of some Millions year old Weapons program is that it is…”Smart” in the sense that its baser DNA structure will adapt and reform its self to infect and ultimate kill it.

The cure, or Vaccine, is also different with each race having a Different way of combating the virus. In Human’s, at least natural born ones, the cure comes from a hybrid form the
“Ebolavirus” carrying a still classified compound. The Ebolavirus s dead and acts as a carrier for the compound, largely considered to be an Anthrax formula, that attacks and destroys the DNA strands of the Red Death at its core.[/i][/b]

[Parcia]

The Point of this is to Give us all a Virus to fight back, something that is shrouded in Mystery that we all know will kill most of us.


I'll leave how it kills and how you cured it to you, but remember a few things: It Spread and kills Fast, leaves a red mark (Splotches, Remnants, etc etc.)

[Tagali Federation]

I thought the point of this was to be a sandbox?

[The Empire of Tau]

Tag, Time for space STALINISTS

[Utceforp]

Alitheia in SPAAAACCCEEE!!!

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General Information

Official Nation Name: The Domain of the Exalted Serpent
Population: 21 billion non-sapient cyborg "Stewards", 5 billion miscellaneous sapients
Preferred Map Location: 11

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Political Information

Governance Type: Autocracy, ruled by Kro Azuz, who controls the Stewards from his enormous palatial starship. The non-sapient but highly intelligent AI known as "Deep Mind", which exists on a network of biocomputers hidden within the gas giant Red Monarch, runs the day-to-day administration of the Stewards.
Dominant Political Ideology: Bread and circuses. The five billion sapients who live in the Domain are waited on hand and foot by the Stewards, want for nothing, and do not have to perform work. As long as they don't harm anyone else or do anything that could be seen as conspiring against Kro Azuz, they are allowed to do as they please. In periods of instability, such as the Great Revolution, many actually willingly pledge themselves to Kro Azuz, as there is no hunger or war in his territory.

Kro Azuz himself highly values unique information, especially unique genetic lineages, the same way lesser beings might value precious gems or metals. He wishes to collect and preserve as many unique genotypes as possible, whether in the form of pure information or living things.

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Military

Total Military Personnel: 10% of the Stewards under Kro Azuz's control are dedicated to military pursuits. The remainder of the Stewards can also be immediately conscripted in times of desperation.
Historical Record of your race/Civilization: Kro Azuz is the last of the Andermjorn, aquatic beings from the moon of Blue Flower, which orbits the gas giant Red Monarch. Andermjorn resemble flatworms with segmented chitinous shells, averaging around thirty meters in length, and four meters wide. Their skin varies between different shades of mottled blue-green, and their dorsal side is darker than their ventral side. Instead of a standard digestive system, they have two rows of ten-centimetre-wide radial mouths along their ventral side stretching from their head to their tail, each of which has a long flexible tongue about a meter in length for grabbing sessile organisms to consume. The tongues also double as an Andermjorn's "arms", and the mouths can be used for locomotion by expelling water and waste. The only organs on an Andermjorn's "head" (really just the front of the body) are six black eyes, and two extremely sensitive electroreceptive organs. Six tubes, ranging from one to ten centimetres in length, can be found, arranged in a circle, in the middle of an Andermjorn's dorsal side. Andermjorn can generate tones using these tubes, and manipulate the pitch of these tones by increasing or decreasing the size of the apertures leading to the tubes. Andermjorn language is entirely based around the tones generated in this way, most of which are infrasound inaudible to anyone but another Andermjorn. (The name "Andermjorn" is an exonym given to the species by one of the more numerous species within Kro Azuz's domain.)

Due to a variety of reasons, Andermjorn rocketry technology severely lagged behind their other technology. The Andermjorn had transitioned into a highly automated post-scarcity society before even abstract theories regarding space travel were developed. Their idyllic society collapsed when astronomers confirmed that a rogue asteroid was due to collide with Blue Flower within a decade. With great speed, the Andermjorn developed and constructed as many rockets as they could, each designed to carry a single Andermjorn into space in cryogenic sleep alongside thousands of embryos, then return to Blue Flower and repopulate after the asteroid struck.

The Andermjorn who would become known as Kro Azuz was one of the astronauts sent up to survive the asteroid. When he awoke centuries later, after the dust had settled from the asteroid strike and his ship's computer detected the climate had mostly returned to normal, he was totally alone. The cryogenic pods of all the other rockets sent up had failed, and the embryos stored on his ship had been destroyed by micrometeoroids.

Kro Azuz returned to Blue Flower and began a life of isolation. Eventually, he discovered the remains of one of the automated factories that had once provided the Andermjorn with everything they could ever want. Kro Azuz managed to restore this factory to working condition over several decades, and then began constructing robotic servants for himself. Over time, he had these servants repair other factories, and eventually had them build entirely new factories to create more and more robots. Kro Azuz eventually figured out how to generate biological material, but after the decades he had spent on his own, he found the idea of attempting to revive his race to be an "obscene" disturbance of the dead. He instead used the biomatter created in his factories to create golden biotechnological drones that far surpassed the robots he originally controlled, as well as a biological AI that he named "Deep Mind" to administrate his new servants.

After almost a century, Kro Azuz's natural lifespan ran out and he died of old age. However, the old worm anticipated this, and had stored copies of his mind within Deep Mind's architecture. The most recent of these copies was awakened after Kro Azuz's death and was given control over the Stewards by Deep Mind in order to build himself a new body. In a fit of pride, the second Kro Azuz decided to build himself a new body, one worthy of a being who held absolute rule over an entire world. Kro Azuz had his new body grown ten times the size of his old body, measuring four hundred meters in length and thirty-five meters wide. He also created several ordinary-sized braindead clones which he could control remotely, for practicality's sake. Kro Azuz also ordered that all of his new bodies be made albino, as the colour white was associated with the divine in Andermjorn culture. Kro Azuz's primary body was placed on an enormous palatial starship in orbit around Blue Flower, as even the moon's very low gravity would crush it otherwise.

Millennia passed. Kro Azuz went through body after body, as though he could increase their lifespans he could not make his bodies truly immortal. Kro Azuz also succumbed to isolation and sheer boredom, randomly making and unmaking things just to stimulate himself. Finally, he had the idea to spread his dominion to other worlds, to see if there was anything interesting happening on them.

It took several decades and lots of computing power, but Kro Azuz and his servants managed to crack the secret to FTL travel. Kro Azuz began colonizing nearby worlds with his Stewards, gaining control of their resources. Eventually, he found life - The Xix were the first sapient beings Kro Azuz had encountered since the extinction of the Andermjorn millennia ago, and his overwhelming loneliness was transmuted into overwhelming love. Unfortunately, the Xix were embroiled in an enormous nuclear war when Kro Azuz encountered them. Facing the extinction of the only companions he had, Kro Azuz unilaterally intervened in this war with his Stewards, bringing the Xix under his control.

It was these events that taught Kro Azuz the true value of life - it was more valuable than any gem, or metal, or useful resource. As such, he vowed that all life would belong to him, preserved and shepherded by his divine self. As a gesture of gratitude, the Xix gave their alien saviour the name "Kro Azuz", meaning "The Exalted Serpent".

Kro Azuz expanded his Domain further, incorporating other species, such as the medieval Vjunhari and the nomadic refugees known as the Qaganu. He has observed the younger races come into their own over the course of several millennia, happily welcoming any who wish to settle within his borders. From his position of power, Kro Azuz has watched the collapse of the United Earth Government and its aftermath, and plans for the future...

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Player Information

RP Sample: viewtopic.php?p=35284248&sid=16b3ce54a7238fb1df0c5131066cb2ca#p35284248
Have you read the rules and promise not to be That Guy?: Yiss

[Parcia]

I thought the point of this was to be a sandbox?

It is, and will be.


It's an idea I had. I see why you ask that and I wont do it again.


Right, IC will be up by the week end.

[The United Remnants of America]

Oh great, not Utceforp is here.

You know who to use.

You know exactly who you need to use.

I know what you're thinking of, and it isn't the Old Masaki Dynasty.

I mean, I'd be happy seeing the Masaki, too.

[Nauchrtenfield]

This is just a heads up to let you all know that the IC has been published, and can now be find in the OP, have a nice day and post away

[Utceforp]

*cough*

[Free Asian Ports]

Alitheia in SPAAAACCCEEE!!!

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General Information

Official Nation Name: the Vexian Confederacy(What do you call yourself)
Population: 7 billion
Preferred Map Location: sector 31

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Political Information

Governance Type: Direct Democracy
Dominant Political Ideology: Isolationist Unitarian

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Military

Total Military Personnel: 350 million personnel, approximately 5% of the population
Historical Record of your race/Civilization:

At the dawn of the 23rd century, Mankind found itself in a golden age. Post-scarcity promised human civilization limitless potential. As ever, however, man's own hubris threatened to undo the previous generation's progress with every passing decade. For centuries, the population of the human race had ballooned with each new scientific discovery further extending the lifetime and youth of the people. But this only exacerbated the internal chaos of civilization. Millions upon millions of persons crammed into cityscapes, scrambling for resources despite the nearly untapped potential and apparently limitless riches that the stars promised. The colonization of space barely alleviated this issue, and infighting among mankind was nigh unstoppable as conflicts broke out even inside the more civilized and united nation-states. The truth was, though the boon of technology proved a blessing for the lives of man, it did not bring them purpose. The weight of countless billions of proletarians sagged on society, straining it to the very limit. None were most troubled by this situation than the intellectual scientist caste, which had been developing for centuries as the priorities of education and technological progress shifted from the masses to better-off individuals who were more inclined to pursue science and engineering as a lifetime career. These men saw the troubles of mankind and despaired at its doom. Using their technology, they sought their way out of a disaster they thought sure to come...

Among the most remarkable advances in technology which brought great boons to mankind was genetic engineering. By altering the base genetic data which would determine the very physical form of mankind, countless sufferings could be wiped away from civilization. Though costly, one who became subject to genetic meddling could find themselves stronger, faster, smarter, and generally less susceptible to disease and illness. Crops could be grown in ever larger quantities with higher yields. Lost or damaged organs could be regrown without any risk of rejection. These and more benefits characterized genetic engineering at the time, and it was considered man's greatest achievement. A cabal of radical scientists sought to use this technology to alter the very fabric of human genetics, along with a little societal engineering, to once and for all end the suffering of humanity because of its excessive growth and stagnation. They believed strongly that mankind must change if it wished to survive. Alas, this was not to be. They were dedicated, but not in the good graces of the super-wealthy who controlled society. The lame masses, after all, were good consumers who mindlessly supported their vast fortunes. Politicians of the times, who ran on shallow campaigns that appealed to the many "moral" compasses of the average voter, decried the effort as unethical and unnatural. Change, it seemed, was not welcomed by mankind. In spite of the inevitable doom that paranoid science kept warning humanity about, the immediate cost and unknown threat of change ensured that such ideas would only ever be popular among the scientists. Even among the scientific community, such scheming was deplored as unwise. Without popular support, mass genetic alterations would be unethical and likely cause yet more division and chaos within humanity. Even at such a level of development, scientists were unsure if mass genetic alterations would even work, much less behave as they expected. The pessimistic predictions of the radical eugenicists may in fact not come to pass as they warned. Slowly, the movement died as one by one the radical members of the scientific community softened their views or faded from the intellectual space.

Eventually only one scientist remained, defiant of the apparent ease with which humanity seemed to accept its fate. She believed that she alone knew how humanity could survive, nay, thrive in so boundless an era of possibility. It wasn't long before she came to the conclusion that society was simply doomed as it was. Instead, she must start anew. Using what resources she had available to her, the lone scientist collected about herself the most advanced AI available to humanity at the time, a veritable archive of data on technology and engineering, and advanced robotics that would be useful for her mission. With this in hand, she acquired a star ship that would take her to the very edge of mankind's expanse in the galaxy, whereupon she left the human race as she knew it behind. Now alone, she searched the unknown for a garden of eden to start humanity anew. Having found a suitable star system, she began terraforming the second planet to house a new civilization. She called this planet Vexia, and hence became the First Vexian.

Her plan was simple: humanity as it was is too fractured and self-indulgent to ever let progress last. What she required was a people who could find no difference among themselves to bicker about. Not like the race wars of old, fought by factions of men who believed themselves blood brothers only to turn upon each other once each foe had been struck down. The new Vexians would not be so weak. The First Vexian drew upon her own genome for the template, her new civilization would be made entirely of clones. Each individual would know that their sisters are ever faithful and competent as they were. They would not fall to infighting as man before them had. In such a society, direct democracy could flourish as all could be trusted to make the right decision, though mockingly of such a concept a society of clones could only ever vote unanimously. The stale monotony of so singular a race was not lost on the First Vexian, and she drew upon her technology to craft a solution. Though externally quite the same, each Vexian would be slightly, imperceptibly unique. Genetic diversity would be kept by randomizing select portions of the genetic code so that their greatest strength could not be made weakness. The appearances of the Vexians would be no different between individuals, but by chance one or two may be more resistant to a yet-unknown disease or illness than others.

The First Vexian took the opportunity to further improve the Vexians over their human counterparts. Strength and reflexes were tweaked and generally improved. Aging was slowed as much as possible, giving a Vexian a theoretical lifespan in the centuries, with the benefit of medical technology to extend that yet further without appearing to have aged a day. This came at the consequence of an absurdly long childhood, but the First Vexian saw no reason to let this weigh the civilization down. Each clone would be, from inception, grown in growth tanks until they came of suitable age to be trained into society. They would emerge from the growth tanks after 6 years at a level of development roughly equivalent to a human's biological age of 14. From here, they would be implanted with cookie-cutter personalities, hypnotically and synesthesiatically writing in a basic psyche which would take the place of the first decade of the lives a normal human might have. Personalities are allowed to diverge past this point, the minuscule differences in brain chemistry and experiences producing personas which, to an experienced observer, will appear to be unique individuals. This newborn Vexian is known as a "Neophyte", and represents the closest thing to a child the Vexians have. Neophytes are produced in batches, never having been conceived by parents or any similar family mechanism. Indeed, the very concept of family is swept away, replaced by the more apt formation of clade. Batches of new Vexians are ordered by the government, the gestalt of Vexians and their voting mechanics and a management AI system that directs the whole of Vexian civilization. During inception, genes and personalities are tweaked such that randomly, in any given batch of Vexians, the necessary desires and ambitions are formed to produce the very professionals that the civilization requires at the time. This means that each Vexian will, by their own accord and in pursuit of their own happiness, choose a career that society requires. Undaunted by the apparent lack of free will, young Vexian Neophytes spend their first 20 years of life outside a tube learning of their world as a human might. Basic language is already known to them through hypnosis, but skills and muscle memory are built through experience. The scientific method, history, mathematics, and other useful knowledge is trained into Neophytes as a young human might be schooled. Upon reaching maturity, fully grown and stocked with skills, an Adult Vexian is promptly drafted into the military to serve their due to society. After completing a military service, the Vexians are released into their civilization to choose their own path and career, living and working in Vexian society as any other intelligent species would.

Various other differences with humans result from the unique means of inception that Vexians employ. The means of creation being divorced from biology and the family unit rendered extinct, all Vexians are rendered sterile. The act of reproduction is now best left mentioned as merely a recreational activity, nothing more, though the means of traditional reproduction are preserved and may be reactivated with the right medical treatments in an instance of an emergency. Such matters are, however, never discussed as the odds of such an event being necessary are astronomical. This apparent lack of a family or even romantic partners is off-putting to non-Vexians, who find that despite the alien upbringing a Vexian is fairly functional in social interactions. In spite of the acclimatization of the Vexians to regular society, their often very similar personalities and near identical appearances make dealing with more than one Vexian confusing at best. On occasion, one might be lucky enough to discover a Vexian with a much more differentiated personality, an archetype beyond the bland normal drone one might encounter for better or worse.

Vexian technology is considered on-par or better than typically found with other human political factions. Vexians are noted for possessing fairly advanced energy direction technologies, manifesting in a kind of mastery over field technology in the form of active camouflage, ship shielding, and holograms. Artificial intelligence is also a notable feature of Vexian technological ability, as their mastery of the human brain enables them to craft fairly excellent digital reproductions of a Vexian mind for use in their systems, though this is intentionally varied based on intellectual need.

In general, Vexians are sometimes considered sociopathic, choosing to keep communications and interactions with non-Vexians at a minimum. The official political entity of the Vexian Confederacy chooses to remain isolationist where possible, remaining within its borders in order to leverage its smaller population for defense and economics. Vexia prefers to operate outside its borders through the use of Mercenaries, organized as "Free Companies" of varying size and composition who are hired out to entities both political and economic in order to see out desirable ends. Free Companies may be drawn from active duty personnel in Vexia's military, from units as small as Guard Platoons to entire formations of warships and everything in between. Indeed, a rebellion on the fringes of human space may be surprised to find elite Vexian Commandoes crushing their every operation despite Vexia itself being quite distant and uncaring.

On the whole, there is little to fear from the Vexians. They are a small people, dwarves among the giants that stride the galaxy. The First Vexian died a content woman, having spawned a new civilization she hoped would avenge humanity even as it yet lived. It has been 200 years since the birth of the Vexian Confederacy in a backwater system, and it would be many centuries yet before it meets its reckoning.

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Player Information

RP Sample: you know me
Have you read the rules and promise not to be That Guy?: Yes

[Utceforp]

ahem

[Tagali Federation]

ahem

You know that passive aggression doesn't make people more willing to listen to you, right?

[Utceforp]

ahem

You know that passive aggression doesn't make people more willing to listen to you, right?

Sorry, just trying to be funny.

[The United Remnants of America]

You know that passive aggression doesn't make people more willing to listen to you, right?

Sorry, just trying to be funny.

Ladies, ladies, you're both very pretty.

[Tariga]

Alitheia in SPAAAACCCEEE!!!

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General Information

Official Nation Name: The Void Space (What do you call yourself)
Population: 18 Billion (For most powers it should be around 25-35 billion sentient)
Preferred Map Location: 40 23 (I figure since these are not exactly prime real estate, not very great sectors for a large population it won't be a big deal if I have two) (Pick a sector please, most powers will have 1 sector, with major powers having 2. More then that will be on a case-by-case basis)

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Political Information

Governance Type: AI Run (Who and how do they rule)
Dominant Political Ideology: Maximum happiness of the residents (by what tenants do they rule)

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Military

Total Military Personnel: 500,000,000 (be sensible here, mkay?)
Historical Record of your race/Civilization: The Kentaru are a race evolved in a Unkown World. Believed to have been located far away from their current abode. The legends say that having destroyed their home planet the survivors of their race were lead away to the farthest reached of the Galaxy by the "Watchers" powerful AI which control the Kentaru civilization. In Silent Void of little habitable they made their new home, and as such they call themselves The Silent Void.
For millennia the void has had little contact with the outside Galaxy, only trading or speaking to others rarely. The most prominent being the times they have kicked out Kentaru, deemed too dangerous, unproductive, or resistant to be left in the Void. However times have begun to change. Drones have come out of the space to make contact with the states of the galaxies, and more interesting to those who "follow" the events of the void, kill squads on the children of the "rejected ones". Some rare planets have even begun to report discoveries of "listening" boxes on them, their intent unkown but with the capability of spying in on the daily happenings of the planets. (The history of your entity, how did it come to where it is today, a paragraph or two)

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Player Information

RP Sample: "Have I ever told the story of Corvan 5? It's not one you'd hear in the Void, only on these sort of outlying worlds. Worlds where the watchers don't have eyes. It's the real story of our people, but one you're not ready for. Now go back to farming" (Either a link, or write something fresh, up to you)
Have you read the rules and promise not to be That Guy?: yiss (Yes or no)

[Parcia]

Alitheia in SPAAAACCCEEE!!!

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General Information

Official Nation Name: The Void Space (What do you call yourself)
Population: 18 Billion (For most powers it should be around 25-35 billion sentient)
Preferred Map Location: 40 23 (I figure since these are not exactly prime real estate, not very great sectors for a large population it won't be a big deal if I have two) (Pick a sector please, most powers will have 1 sector, with major powers having 2. More then that will be on a case-by-case basis)

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Political Information

Governance Type: AI Run (Who and how do they rule)
Dominant Political Ideology: Maximum happiness of the residents (by what tenants do they rule)

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Military

Total Military Personnel: 500,000,000 (be sensible here, mkay?)
Historical Record of your race/Civilization: The Kentaru are a race evolved in a Unkown World. Believed to have been located far away from their current abode. The legends say that having destroyed their home planet the survivors of their race were lead away to the farthest reached of the Galaxy by the "Watchers" powerful AI which control the Kentaru civilization. In Silent Void of little habitable they made their new home, and as such they call themselves The Silent Void.
For millennia the void has had little contact with the outside Galaxy, only trading or speaking to others rarely. The most prominent being the times they have kicked out Kentaru, deemed too dangerous, unproductive, or resistant to be left in the Void. However times have begun to change. Drones have come out of the space to make contact with the states of the galaxies, and more interesting to those who "follow" the events of the void, kill squads on the children of the "rejected ones". Some rare planets have even begun to report discoveries of "listening" boxes on them, their intent unkown but with the capability of spying in on the daily happenings of the planets. (The history of your entity, how did it come to where it is today, a paragraph or two)

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Player Information

RP Sample: "Have I ever told the story of Corvan 5? It's not one you'd hear in the Void, only on these sort of outlying worlds. Worlds where the watchers don't have eyes. It's the real story of our people, but one you're not ready for. Now go back to farming" (Either a link, or write something fresh, up to you)
Have you read the rules and promise not to be That Guy?: yiss (Yes or no)

I would prefer a bit more of a Example, or a link or two.

Other then that, your good so far.

Pending further review.

Like I said, need a better example.

[Utceforp]

Alitheia in SPAAAACCCEEE!!!

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General Information

Official Nation Name: The Domain of the Exalted Serpent
Population: 21 billion non-sapient cyborg "Stewards", 5 billion miscellaneous sapients
Preferred Map Location: 11

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Political Information

Governance Type: Autocracy, ruled by Kro Azuz, who controls the Stewards from his enormous palatial starship. The non-sapient but highly intelligent AI known as "Deep Mind", which exists on a network of biocomputers hidden within the gas giant Red Monarch, runs the day-to-day administration of the Stewards.
Dominant Political Ideology: Bread and circuses. The five billion sapients who live in the Domain are waited on hand and foot by the Stewards, want for nothing, and do not have to perform work. As long as they don't harm anyone else or do anything that could be seen as conspiring against Kro Azuz, they are allowed to do as they please. In periods of instability, such as the Great Revolution, many actually willingly pledge themselves to Kro Azuz, as there is no hunger or war in his territory.

Kro Azuz himself highly values unique information, especially unique genetic lineages, the same way lesser beings might value precious gems or metals. He wishes to collect and preserve as many unique genotypes as possible, whether in the form of pure information or living things.

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Military

Total Military Personnel: 10% of the Stewards under Kro Azuz's control are dedicated to military pursuits. The remainder of the Stewards can also be immediately conscripted in times of desperation.
Historical Record of your race/Civilization: Kro Azuz is the last of the Andermjorn, aquatic beings from the moon of Blue Flower, which orbits the gas giant Red Monarch. Andermjorn resemble flatworms with segmented chitinous shells, averaging around thirty meters in length, and four meters wide. Their skin varies between different shades of mottled blue-green, and their dorsal side is darker than their ventral side. Instead of a standard digestive system, they have two rows of ten-centimetre-wide radial mouths along their ventral side stretching from their head to their tail, each of which has a long flexible tongue about a meter in length for grabbing sessile organisms to consume. The tongues also double as an Andermjorn's "arms", and the mouths can be used for locomotion by expelling water and waste. The only organs on an Andermjorn's "head" (really just the front of the body) are six black eyes, and two extremely sensitive electroreceptive organs. Six tubes, ranging from one to ten centimetres in length, can be found, arranged in a circle, in the middle of an Andermjorn's dorsal side. Andermjorn can generate tones using these tubes, and manipulate the pitch of these tones by increasing or decreasing the size of the apertures leading to the tubes. Andermjorn language is entirely based around the tones generated in this way, most of which are infrasound inaudible to anyone but another Andermjorn. (The name "Andermjorn" is an exonym given to the species by one of the more numerous species within Kro Azuz's domain.)

Due to a variety of reasons, Andermjorn rocketry technology severely lagged behind their other technology. The Andermjorn had transitioned into a highly automated post-scarcity society before even abstract theories regarding space travel were developed. Their idyllic society collapsed when astronomers confirmed that a rogue asteroid was due to collide with Blue Flower within a decade. With great speed, the Andermjorn developed and constructed as many rockets as they could, each designed to carry a single Andermjorn into space in cryogenic sleep alongside thousands of embryos, then return to Blue Flower and repopulate after the asteroid struck.

The Andermjorn who would become known as Kro Azuz was one of the astronauts sent up to survive the asteroid. When he awoke centuries later, after the dust had settled from the asteroid strike and his ship's computer detected the climate had mostly returned to normal, he was totally alone. The cryogenic pods of all the other rockets sent up had failed, and the embryos stored on his ship had been destroyed by micrometeoroids.

Kro Azuz returned to Blue Flower and began a life of isolation. Eventually, he discovered the remains of one of the automated factories that had once provided the Andermjorn with everything they could ever want. Kro Azuz managed to restore this factory to working condition over several decades, and then began constructing robotic servants for himself. Over time, he had these servants repair other factories, and eventually had them build entirely new factories to create more and more robots. Kro Azuz eventually figured out how to generate biological material, but after the decades he had spent on his own, he found the idea of attempting to revive his race to be an "obscene" disturbance of the dead. He instead used the biomatter created in his factories to create golden biotechnological drones that far surpassed the robots he originally controlled, as well as a biological AI that he named "Deep Mind" to administrate his new servants.

After almost a century, Kro Azuz's natural lifespan ran out and he died of old age. However, the old worm anticipated this, and had stored copies of his mind within Deep Mind's architecture. The most recent of these copies was awakened after Kro Azuz's death and was given control over the Stewards by Deep Mind in order to build himself a new body. In a fit of pride, the second Kro Azuz decided to build himself a new body, one worthy of a being who held absolute rule over an entire world. Kro Azuz had his new body grown ten times the size of his old body, measuring four hundred meters in length and thirty-five meters wide. He also created several ordinary-sized braindead clones which he could control remotely, for practicality's sake. Kro Azuz also ordered that all of his new bodies be made albino, as the colour white was associated with the divine in Andermjorn culture. Kro Azuz's primary body was placed on an enormous palatial starship in orbit around Blue Flower, as even the moon's very low gravity would crush it otherwise.

Millennia passed. Kro Azuz went through body after body, as though he could increase their lifespans he could not make his bodies truly immortal. Kro Azuz also succumbed to isolation and sheer boredom, randomly making and unmaking things just to stimulate himself. Finally, he had the idea to spread his dominion to other worlds, to see if there was anything interesting happening on them.

It took several decades and lots of computing power, but Kro Azuz and his servants managed to crack the secret to FTL travel. Kro Azuz began colonizing nearby worlds with his Stewards, gaining control of their resources. Eventually, he found life - The Xix were the first sapient beings Kro Azuz had encountered since the extinction of the Andermjorn millennia ago, and his overwhelming loneliness was transmuted into overwhelming love. Unfortunately, the Xix were embroiled in an enormous nuclear war when Kro Azuz encountered them. Facing the extinction of the only companions he had, Kro Azuz unilaterally intervened in this war with his Stewards, bringing the Xix under his control.

It was these events that taught Kro Azuz the true value of life - it was more valuable than any gem, or metal, or useful resource. As such, he vowed that all life would belong to him, preserved and shepherded by his divine self. As a gesture of gratitude, the Xix gave their alien saviour the name "Kro Azuz", meaning "The Exalted Serpent".

Kro Azuz expanded his Domain further, incorporating other species, such as the medieval Vjunhari and the nomadic refugees known as the Qaganu. He has observed the younger races come into their own over the course of several millennia, happily welcoming any who wish to settle within his borders. From his position of power, Kro Azuz has watched the collapse of the United Earth Government and its aftermath, and plans for the future...

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Player Information

RP Sample: viewtopic.php?p=35284248&sid=16b3ce54a7238fb1df0c5131066cb2ca#p35284248
Have you read the rules and promise not to be That Guy?: Yiss

[Tariga]

Alitheia in SPAAAACCCEEE!!!

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General Information

Official Nation Name: The Void Space (What do you call yourself)
Population: 18 Billion (For most powers it should be around 25-35 billion sentient)
Preferred Map Location: 40 23 (I figure since these are not exactly prime real estate, not very great sectors for a large population it won't be a big deal if I have two) (Pick a sector please, most powers will have 1 sector, with major powers having 2. More then that will be on a case-by-case basis)

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Political Information

Governance Type: AI Run (Who and how do they rule)
Dominant Political Ideology: Maximum happiness of the residents (by what tenants do they rule)

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Military

Total Military Personnel: 500,000,000 (be sensible here, mkay?)
Historical Record of your race/Civilization: The Kentaru are a race evolved in a Unkown World. Believed to have been located far away from their current abode. The legends say that having destroyed their home planet the survivors of their race were lead away to the farthest reached of the Galaxy by the "Watchers" powerful AI which control the Kentaru civilization. In Silent Void of little habitable they made their new home, and as such they call themselves The Silent Void.
For millennia the void has had little contact with the outside Galaxy, only trading or speaking to others rarely. The most prominent being the times they have kicked out Kentaru, deemed too dangerous, unproductive, or resistant to be left in the Void. However times have begun to change. Drones have come out of the space to make contact with the states of the galaxies, and more interesting to those who "follow" the events of the void, kill squads on the children of the "rejected ones". Some rare planets have even begun to report discoveries of "listening" boxes on them, their intent unkown but with the capability of spying in on the daily happenings of the planets. (The history of your entity, how did it come to where it is today, a paragraph or two)

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Player Information

RP Sample: "Have I ever told the story of Corvan 5? It's not one you'd hear in the Void, only on these sort of outlying worlds. Worlds where the watchers don't have eyes. It's the real story of our people, but one you're not ready for. Now go back to farming" (Either a link, or write something fresh, up to you)
Have you read the rules and promise not to be That Guy?: yiss (Yes or no)

I would prefer a bit more of a Example, or a link or two.

Other then that, your good so far.

Pending further review.

Like I said, need a better example.

Example;
A mad god tinkered a probed. Slowly nudging in like he always does. Seeking change, for which he represents. His tendrils reached into the vastness of time and the infinite parrels found within. Crona didn't notice, he wouldn't allow her to; that would not be a acceptable change. He found his prize, a timeline with a week foundation. Few gods, oh so few. Insignificant but would bring change; he saw it in his many eyes. He wretched it foward, tearing off mere reality to smash it towards him. Moving it in time to him. Using other long since unused tendrils he thinkered with his own reality, making changes. Oh so minor changes. Then boom he jammed the two into one; he smiled "What a wonderful change" he said wismicly

[Parcia]

Both of you are accepted.

[Arktic]

Alitheia in SPAAAACCCEEE!!!

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General Information

Official Nation Name: The Gatoxite Pride
Population: 45 billion
Preferred Map Location: Sector 9

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Political Information

Governance Type: An autocratic military dictatorship with all organized forces serving under Pride Male and Emperor (PME) Leonardo "Leo" Liberatus, with a technocratic Senate in control of civilian administration.
Dominant Political Ideology: Currently up for debate, but the primary idea leading both Emperor Liberatus and a majority of the Senate is "pack mentality," a sort of Gatoxite nationalism and revolutionary stance that includes militarism, expansionism, investment in science and technology, and (controversially) a professed hatred of humans as a common enemy.

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Military

Total Military Personnel: 700,000,000 armed Gatoxites loyal to the Pride (latest Senate estimate, optimistic scenario).
Historical Record of your race/Civilization: In terms of age, the Gatoxites are by far the youngest species on the galactic scene, only having achieved their independence in the past few years. In the aftermath of the various convulsions that sent humanity scattered in various directions, a number of humans settled a cluster of stars near the Scutum Sagittarri, making a quiet independent stellar nation for themselves comfortably away from the rest of humanity.

Here, on a planet now known as Aelurus Prime, the humans created a company known as Gatoxite Custom Creations. Gatoxite Custom Creations was a company that specialized in genetic engineering and biological products, and excelled in one particular area: modified human clones. Their flagship product was what gave the company and this species it's name: the Gatoxites. Known in other areas of human society as "catboys" or "catgirls," Gatoxites were (and still are) a multi-purpose modified human clone, designed to be youthful in appearance and imbued with feline traits. These traits include an additional set of feline ears on top of their heads, a semi-prehensile furred tail, softer hair with colors more common to cat fur than to human hair, and a number of internal changes that made their attitudes, biology, and senses more "cat-like".

Cheap to produce, aesthetically pleasing, and preeminently intelligent and useful, these Gatoxites became a smash-hit financially, and GCC opened numerous production centers across this small independent human star cluster. For a while, decades even, things went on in this way, with Gatoxites living and dying under human ownership. However, Gatoxite Custom Creations could not program cruelty out of humans, nor could they seem to program a desire for revenge and freedom out of their own products.

The Gatoxite now known as PME Leonardo Liberatus was born into a humble, and frankly dangerous situation. One of the many restaurant companies on Aelurus Prime needed additional laborers to serve their human customers, and so made an order for a number of Gatoxites to serve as de-facto slaves. Leo was one of these ordered, and he quickly came to hold a deep resentment for his enslavement and mistreatment by careless and arrogant humans. However, he had a stroke of luck when the restaurant he was working in caught fire and burned down, distracting the human owners and allowing him and a number of other Gatoxite slaves to escape into the urban underbelly of Aelurus without being pursued. There, Leo discovered that he was not the only one who had anger in his heart and who felt mistreated. He also discovered that, due to their inexpensiveness and the human culture of mass consumption, Gatoxites outnumbered humanity nearly three-to-one in the star systems around Aelurus.

Leo began to lead a revolutionary crew of disaffected and abandoned "strays" known as the Pride. Quietly stealing weapons, vehicles, and military training manuals, Leo became a revolutionary leader and plotted an uprising against the humans that enslaved and mistreated them for so long. Years went on as the Pride improved their numbers, gaining cooperation from Gatoxites owned by the elites and technocrats of human society. When a raid from human police lead to the shocking discovery of a number of stolen VTOL fighters under Gatoxite control, Leo knew that the hammer from GCC and the rest of humanity would fall soon, and it was now or never. He ordered those loyal to the Pride to spring into action and destroy human civilization on Aelurus Prime.

Leo's revolution was as successful as it was swift and brutal. The human armed forces of the planet, unaccustomed to combat in general and untrained for such an uprising, were overran by fanatical Pride forces. Within a week, all GCC production centers and most of the planet's military installations were in firm Pride control. Given that the goal of the revolution was the expulsion of humanity, Pride killing squads went door to door, blasting any human they found. Those humans who were claimed to be kind to the Gatoxite race and had 3 or more Gatoxite witnesses to confirm this, were permitted to leave for another star system peacefully, but one way or another, once the revolution was completed, only Gatoxites were on the planet. So thorough was the destruction of human society that the planet was renamed to its present designation of Aelurus Prime. In adulation after this stunning victory, Leo was officially declared the Pride Male of the Gatoxites, and taking a cue from some discarded human history books early Pride members had taken a shining to, was declared Emperor and given the last name of Liberatus, as it was his actions that led to the liberation of all Gatoxites.

The other human star systems nearby were just as unprepared. Unconvinced by the trickle of human refugees coming from Aelurus, they believed that this Gatoxite uprising was some kind of elaborate joke or publicity stunt from GCC, and continued to believe this (thanks in part to Leo's revolutionary agents) until armadas of Pride warships appeared over their planets, bombarding them and demanding that the humans free their Gatoxite slaves and leave the sector, or be destroyed. Every single planet capitulated and the humans, not particularly attached to this corner of the galaxy anyways and having opportunities not in the crosshairs of genocidal catboys, left Sector 9 for good. The Gatoxite victory was complete.

Now, in a moment of relative peace, the Gatoxite Pride stands at a crossroads. Their future once definied by their slavery to humanity and the war to end it, now they are free to determine their own path. What this means, and where this will lead them, is yet to be determined...

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Player Information

RP Sample: Honestly, I think the history that I wrote above should speak for itself. If not, check the app for the Faesons in this thread. There's a link to the sample there that I can't be bothered to find.
Have you read the rules and promise not to be That Guy?: seY

[Parcia]

Alitheia in SPAAAACCCEEE!!!

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General Information

Official Nation Name: The Gatoxite Pride
Population: 15 billion
Preferred Map Location: Sector 9

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Political Information

Governance Type: An autocratic military dictatorship with all organized forces serving under Pride Male and Emperor (PME) Leonardo "Leo" Liberatus, with a technocratic Senate in control of civilian administration.
Dominant Political Ideology: Currently up for debate, but the primary idea leading both Emperor Liberatus and a majority of the Senate is "pack mentality," a sort of Gatoxite nationalism and revolutionary stance that includes militarism, expansionism, investment in science and technology, and (controversially) a professed hatred of humans as a common enemy.

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Military

Total Military Personnel: 500,000,000 armed Gatoxites loyal to the Pride (latest Senate estimate, optimistic scenario).
Historical Record of your race/Civilization: In terms of age, the Gatoxites are by far the youngest species on the galactic scene, only having achieved their independence in the past few years. In the aftermath of the various convulsions that sent humanity scattered in various directions, a number of humans settled a cluster of stars near the Scutum Sagittarri, making a quiet independent stellar nation for themselves comfortably away from the rest of humanity.

Here, on a planet now known as Aelurus Prime, the humans created a company known as Gatoxite Custom Creations. Gatoxite Custom Creations was a company that specialized in genetic engineering and biological products, and excelled in one particular area: modified human clones. Their flagship product was what gave the company and this species it's name: the Gatoxites. Known in other areas of human society as "catboys" or "catgirls," Gatoxites were (and still are) a multi-purpose modified human clone, designed to be youthful in appearance and imbued with feline traits. These traits include an additional set of feline ears on top of their heads, a semi-prehensile furred tail, softer hair with colors more common to cat fur than to human hair, and a number of internal changes that made their attitudes, biology, and senses more "cat-like".

Cheap to produce, aesthetically pleasing, and preeminently intelligent and useful, these Gatoxites became a smash-hit financially, and GCC opened numerous production centers across this small independent human star cluster. For a while, decades even, things went on in this way, with Gatoxites living and dying under human ownership. However, Gatoxite Custom Creations could not program cruelty out of humans, nor could they seem to program a desire for revenge and freedom out of their own products.

The Gatoxite now known as PME Leonardo Liberatus was born into a humble, and frankly dangerous situation. One of the many restaurant companies on Aelurus Prime needed additional laborers to serve their human customers, and so made an order for a number of Gatoxites to serve as de-facto slaves. Leo was one of these ordered, and he quickly came to hold a deep resentment for his enslavement and mistreatment by careless and arrogant humans. However, he had a stroke of luck when the restaurant he was working in caught fire and burned down, distracting the human owners and allowing him and a number of other Gatoxite slaves to escape into the urban underbelly of Aelurus without being pursued. There, Leo discovered that he was not the only one who had anger in his heart and who felt mistreated. He also discovered that, due to their inexpensiveness and the human culture of mass consumption, Gatoxites outnumbered humanity nearly three-to-one in the star systems around Aelurus.

Leo began to lead a revolutionary crew of disaffected and abandoned "strays" known as the Pride. Quietly stealing weapons, vehicles, and military training manuals, Leo became a revolutionary leader and plotted an uprising against the humans that enslaved and mistreated them for so long. Years went on as the Pride improved their numbers, gaining cooperation from Gatoxites owned by the elites and technocrats of human society. When a raid from human police lead to the shocking discovery of a number of stolen VTOL fighters under Gatoxite control, Leo knew that the hammer from GCC and the rest of humanity would fall soon, and it was now or never. He ordered those loyal to the Pride to spring into action and destroy human civilization on Aelurus Prime.

Leo's revolution was as successful as it was swift and brutal. The human armed forces of the planet, unaccustomed to combat in general and untrained for such an uprising, were overran by fanatical Pride forces. Within a week, all GCC production centers and most of the planet's military installations were in firm Pride control. Given that the goal of the revolution was the expulsion of humanity, Pride killing squads went door to door, blasting any human they found. Those humans who were claimed to be kind to the Gatoxite race and had 3 or more Gatoxite witnesses to confirm this, were permitted to leave for another star system peacefully, but one way or another, once the revolution was completed, only Gatoxites were on the planet. So thorough was the destruction of human society that the planet was renamed to its present designation of Aelurus Prime. In adulation after this stunning victory, Leo was officially declared the Pride Male of the Gatoxites, and taking a cue from some discarded human history books early Pride members had taken a shining to, was declared Emperor and given the last name of Liberatus, as it was his actions that led to the liberation of all Gatoxites.

The other human star systems nearby were just as unprepared. Unconvinced by the trickle of human refugees coming from Aelurus, they believed that this Gatoxite uprising was some kind of elaborate joke or publicity stunt from GCC, and continued to believe this (thanks in part to Leo's revolutionary agents) until armadas of Pride warships appeared over their planets, bombarding them and demanding that the humans free their Gatoxite slaves and leave the sector, or be destroyed. Every single planet capitulated and the humans, not particularly attached to this corner of the galaxy anyways and having opportunities not in the crosshairs of genocidal catboys, left Sector 9 for good. The Gatoxite victory was complete.

Now, in a moment of relative peace, the Gatoxite Pride stands at a crossroads. Their future once definied by their slavery to humanity and the war to end it, now they are free to determine their own path. What this means, and where this will lead them, is yet to be determined...

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Player Information

RP Sample: Honestly, I think the history that I wrote above should speak for itself. If not, check the app for the Faesons in this thread. There's a link to the sample there that I can't be bothered to find.
Have you read the rules and promise not to be That Guy?: seY

Go Go Space Cats!

Accepted.

[Arvenia]

Alitheia in SPAAAACCCEEE!!!

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General Information

Official Nation Name: Ferran Empire
Population: 32 Billion
Preferred Map Location: 32 and 33

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Political Information

Governance Type: Tribal Federation
Dominant Political Ideology: Imperialistic Ethnocentrism

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Military

Total Military Personnel: 820,000,000
Historical Record of your race/Civilization: The Ferrans are a species of feline humanoids. They look like Humans, but have cat ears, cat fangs (teeth), cat claws and cat eyes. They were organized into clans, each led by a chief, and their homeworld is Ferra I, located in the Ferra System. They were a primitive species for many, many years until they started to develop technology and unite their respective tribes. The many wars the tribes waged on each others have usually been common, but ended up becoming extremely devastating, thus unity was preferred. The "Council of Tribes" was set up to represent the tribes of the Ferran race and also guide the entire race as a whole.

Upon expansion across and outside the Ferra System, the Ferran Empire developed an ideology that combines it's imperialistic attitude with a sense of ethnocentrism, viewing the Ferrans as a race that is superior towards other races, both tribal and non-tribal. They do other stuff than just invading such as trade, diplomacy and science. Nonetheless, they are still a militant race thirsting for blood ever since their old, primitive days on their homeworld.

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Player Information

RP Sample: The Modern Age Collapse
Have you read the rules and promise not to be That Guy?: Hell Yeah!

App done!