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Stratofarius huzzaaaaaaaah Since: Aug, 2011
huzzaaaaaaaah
#126: Sep 16th 2013 at 7:30:21 PM

[up] Fixed.

Must be a coincidence, watcha talking about?

Parable Since: Aug, 2009
#127: Sep 16th 2013 at 9:36:06 PM

Huh. Guess I misread something.

FirockFinion THE SLORG! from The Red Desert Since: Jul, 2009 Relationship Status: Wishfully thinking
THE SLORG!
#128: Sep 17th 2013 at 4:55:08 AM

Non-ambassador is still underway. I noticed we had a lot of security dudes already, but that would be the easiest way for me to get a Grexian in. (Military caste member hired on as a "mercenary".) So I'm left to wonder if that would be an issue or not.

  • Name: Blue. Full title is "Grexian Diplomatic caste member Blue", but currently he is posing as a deal broker for the "Grexian Mercenary Company".
  • Age: 31. (Grexians still use the Earth calender.)
  • Sex: Male.
  • Appearance: Taller and a bit thinner than average, Caucasian, straight brown hair he keeps at shoulder length, and blue eyes. Higher than average handsomeness, at least by most typical Human standards. Usually wearing a black suit and tie complete with matching pants and black dress shoes.
  • History: When the Grexian Empire finally started probing out from their isolation about a decade ago, many Diplomatic caste members volunteered for outings posing as representatives of the "mercenary company", to both see what the nearby foreign powers were like and broker deals advantageous to the Grexians. Blue was no exception.

However, Blue initially became set out from the rest when he volunteered to, and was chosen for, a rather high end mission. Operating out of an uncontrolled territory of space was a private mining company, taking advantage of the lawlessness of the area to make full use of unpaid prisoner labor; except that they tended to blur the lines between who was an actual convict and who was supposed to be one of their paid miners that they purposefully misfiled into the previous category. Which is a fancy way of saying they were using slave labor. However, the same lawlessness they were taking advantage of was also coming to bite them in the posterior, as a group of pirates kept raiding their ore shipments, creating a sort of proto-war between the two factions.

The Grexian Empire was interested in dealing with/taking advantage of at least one of these factions, but there was a problem. They had already sent in an older, more experienced member of the Diplomatic caste, who had unfortunately been killed when the mining vessel he was negotiating in came under attack by the pirates; the Diplomatic caste member took a stray bullet while the Military caste escort was taking them to safety. It was decided then, that perhaps sending a younger, less frail member of the caste with a more prepared security attachment might do better. This is the task that Blue managed to get.

Over the course of a month, Blue managed to negotiate mercenary work deals with the mining company, and the pirates, and through careful Military caste assignment was able to keep either side from figuring it out. Finally, the mining company had mined out the last of the valuable ores from the asteroid field they'd been mining, and needed to get it all out in one massive shipment. Inspiration came to Blue, and he suggested that the mining company contact the pirates and tell them that they wanted to negotiate a cease fire deal, and move the shipment out while the pirates were negotiating, right under their noses. The mining company agreed and contacted the pirates, who in turn contacted Blue for advice since they thought he was working with them. Blue of course suggested that they accept the offer and go to the meeting.

The day of the meeting came, and Blue had set it up perfectly. It was the ultimate opportunity to avenge the fallen Diplomatic caste member, end a slave labor operation, and nab the Empire a tidy profit, all in one fell swoop. The leaders of both sides congregated at the main mining station, but Blue and his security detail were nowhere on board. However, they'd left a present behind; a bunch of explosives at the station's core. The station blew, the mining company collapsed, the pirates were practically gone, and the entire shipment of ores was redirected to Grexia.

  • Credentials: When news of Earth's location, the original birth place of Humanity, finally reached Grexia, there was a time of celebration across the Empire; their data of its location having been lost during the exodus of their ancestors. The Diplomatic caste set into a vote to see who would represent the "mercenary company" there, and eventually the Empire when the time came to lower the facade. This became somewhat heated and intense with many political webs and aristocracy going all out. Blue, after earning quite the recognition from his previously described mission, had been spending the intervening time setting up his own political web, and likewise used it to try and put himself ahead of the competition. Blue won out, but only just.

So in his case, Blue's credentials are more about his ability to set up connections and his silver tongue. However, he is fairly familiar with some of the more practical and less "official" aspects of relation between the various nations near Grexia that have hired on their mercenaries. The concept of deniability is one Blue is extremely familiar with, and is experienced in telling when someone is lying to continue having it.

edited 17th Sep '13 5:00:27 AM by FirockFinion

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Locoman Since: Nov, 2010
#129: Sep 17th 2013 at 7:25:05 AM

  • Name: It's largely unpronounceable by anyone without a contractible trachea (and sounds vaguely like a sick pelican), so when on diplomatic business in Earth space, she refers to herself as Athena, after the figure from human mythology renowned for her wisdom.
  • Age: 4 (psychologically comparable in human years to mid-twenties/early thirties)
  • Sex: Female
  • Appearance: Athena has a slightly smaller wingspan than most other Najani; at the same time, this gives her slightly more of an edge on the ground and in enclosed spaces, which most other claustrophobic Najani would shun immediately. Her wings are covered with a series of ritualistic clan tattoos, while her face and beak are frequently painted various colours. The color and pattern applied depends on her tastes, mood, and the current ambassadorial situation.
  • History: The Najani of Athena's flock mated and bred very late in their lives in concordance with an ancient tradition. As such, Najani never knew her parents; she and her brothers and sisters were raised by a communal group of young Najani. Yet Athena felt tied down by her flock's adherence to ancient rituals and traditions, and dreamed of something beyond her planet. At a young age, she travelled to the Supreme Guild in the hopes of securing a position as an offworld ambassador to the Third Expansion colony worlds. She was given the position of diplomatic attaché on one of the lesser-known colony worlds. less than a month later, she was crucial in defusing potential secessionist elements on her assigned world and preventing a disastrous civil war. From there, she swiftly climbed the ranks, eventually winding up as an ambassador to the Najani's closest stellar neighbors, the human race.

Stratofarius huzzaaaaaaaah Since: Aug, 2011
huzzaaaaaaaah
#130: Sep 17th 2013 at 8:26:25 AM

Huh. Guess I misread something.

Now I'm interested. What were you thinking?

Parable Since: Aug, 2009
#131: Sep 17th 2013 at 10:22:17 AM

I thought it meant his dad was human.

Flanker66 Dreams of Revenge from 30,000 feet and climbing Since: Nov, 2009 Relationship Status: You can be my wingman any time
Dreams of Revenge
#132: Sep 17th 2013 at 12:20:55 PM

@Paladin:

Erruan is going to get along just fine with Rrivel. tongue

Speaking of the former, her main weapon is going to be a railgun of some sort, with a pistol and knife as a back-up (the knife being a last resort weapon). That is, if it's okay with Parable.


  • Name: Chief Ambassador for Siria and Her Colonies, Secei* Azunn Berreil (Addressed as "Secei Berreil" or "High Ambassador Berreil" formally).
  • Age: 41 (standard), 38 (racial)
  • Sex: Male
  • Appearance: Azunn is slender by Sirian standards, with blue eyes and well kept white fur. 6'6'' in height, he generally wears a blue suit and tie, and pure black shoes polished to an almost blinding sheen. His fur is of medium thickness, and could almost be described as "fluffy". In short, Azunn doesn't cut a very intimidating figure at all.
  • History: Azunn was the son of a successful business magnate which had interests in many areas. However, as a result of her success the magnate did not have much time to bond with Azunn; instead, his father did almost all the caretaking. Blessed with a keen intelligence and a good eye for detail, Azunn did well in the family business and elsewhere. So well, in fact, that he attracted the attention of the Sirian intelligence branch, euphemistically referred to as "The Unit"*.

After years of faithful service, he left to join the ranks of Sirian governance, where he proceeded to fit in well and eventually being conferred the title of Secei. The office of Chief Ambassador is the latest in his achievements.

  • Credentials: Azunn has brokered many of the most lucrative trade agreements between Siria and foreign powers; he is also responsible for adroitly managing the economic situation in Siria after what had been a slump. He has also spearheaded much of Siria's efforts to improve diplomatic relations with the other galactic powers, particularly the Rakashi - he does not want resentment or discord to be the lasting tone of his time in office. Whether he will be successful, however, only time will tell.

Finally, he has managed to smooth over the worst of the internal disputes between the member nations of the Sirian Union - no small feat, as each one has a powerful sense of identity and an equally strong idea of where the Union should go next.


If it's not obvious, he's at least partially gotten his position due to his involvement in The Unit (which he still has ties with) - he's still very skilled, but the aforementioned connections helped propel him higher. I hope that's fine!

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Stratofarius huzzaaaaaaaah Since: Aug, 2011
huzzaaaaaaaah
#133: Sep 17th 2013 at 4:06:39 PM

You never know, Parable.

Stratofarius huzzaaaaaaaah Since: Aug, 2011
Stratofarius huzzaaaaaaaah Since: Aug, 2011
huzzaaaaaaaah
#136: Sep 17th 2013 at 4:26:22 PM

Made some minor changes to the Territory part of the sheet.

First, the Society controls a major space port located near their planet, their 75% control over the North Hemisphere expanded to 75% control over the entire planet and they have a colony in a small moon which acts as an intergalactic fair, where they sell their creations to collectors and others interested in the arts.

Parable Since: Aug, 2009
nman Since: Mar, 2010
#138: Sep 17th 2013 at 9:47:04 PM

  • Name: Its "name" is a very long string of bits only used internally by the Norb, so to others it's called "Political Unit Rufus" or just "Rufus".
  • Age: 6 standard years
  • Sex: Female... sorta.
  • Appearance: A female red kangaroo with a cybernetic left eye for digital vision. A custom machine-woven set of clothes resembling a tuxedo conceal the metal bits on its chest, while pants assist in preserving modesty.
  • History: This frame was selected to serve as a political agent of the Norb to the Galactic Nations. Due to the nature of the Norb, there were no internal political power struggles, no undeserved honor granted due to family ties, no challenge of being the underdog in the media, and no other historical tidbit to distinguish it from the other frames of this model for why it was chosen. It was simply grown, built, and sent.
  • Credentials: Like other agent frame models, it was equipped with a transmitter for speaking into the translators of other races, but additionally implements an emotive emulator that detects sarcasm and humor to a high degree of accuracy. Usage of such concepts is still experimental at best.

  • Name: Same deal with the name. Known to the peeps as "Employment Unit Bobby" or "Bobby".
  • Age: 20 standard years
  • Sex: Male... sorta.
  • Appearance: A mountain gorilla, its left eye is replaced with a digital sensor suite, and its torso, arms, and legs have various cybernetics visible. Wears what you would call a "farmer outfit".
  • History: It was assigned to observe the multi-cultural experience known as "employment", and would up being hired on the ship due to primate life being similar to the seeminly vast variants of humans, thus allowing compatability with existing ship lavatories. Has been given a bit of what the organics call "wiggle room" by the Network in terms of freedom in the name of learning.
  • Position: Engineer (or is it called mechanic?)

edited 17th Sep '13 10:58:59 PM by nman

Sanojutsu King of Lame-Style from Throne Room Since: May, 2012 Relationship Status: Norwegian Wood
King of Lame-Style
#139: Sep 17th 2013 at 10:30:16 PM

  • Name: Diplomat Nekane Faserven or just “Nekane” informally.
  • Age: 35(actual) 30(racial)
  • Sex: Both
  • Appearance: A tall gaunt figure with hints of masculinity, dark murky blue skin with patches of an aquamarine tone that gives off a glow. These patches are located on his left forearm, the back of his right hand, across his stomach, on the right side of his neck crawling up to his cheek, his left shin crawling to his foot, and his right outer thigh. His hair is black and cut to his nape. His eyes yellow-green with black irises. He is often seen in an formal attire, consisting in some white slippers and loose pants, a gray undershirt, a long blue over-coat with wide edges, and a golden insignia on his overcoat over is left breast, all clothing articles made from a silky, light weave.
  • History: Descendant of a couple of soldiers in a marriage of three people. Had a relatively normal childhood, even if he was a bit of a sneaky kid. Graduated school on a nice district and his exams qualified him to become a scholar, though he always had a soft spot for poetry and often practiced it on the side, a few magazines actually picking up his material from time to time. In any case, he did studied and became a diplomat thanks to some connections his parents had.
    • Credentials: Pacified a worker revolt in Hamaea. Some of the more modern ‘Humane Conditions’ projects on the mining stations on the moons have been launched and overseen by him.

The graceless warrior, wielder of the edgeless blade, prophet of the old religions, writer of fluent nonsense, saviour of soul and song.
FirockFinion THE SLORG! from The Red Desert Since: Jul, 2009 Relationship Status: Wishfully thinking
THE SLORG!
#140: Sep 18th 2013 at 1:43:39 AM

  • Name: AJ-42. Goes by "Hrof" in both casual conversations and most of the time while interacting with non-Grexians. (Stands for "High rate of fire".)
  • Age: 24.
  • Sex: Male.
  • Appearance: A bit taller than average Humans, Caucasian, black hair kept very short, green eyes. About 5-6/10, though very fit. When not in his armor, wears plain, unmarked grey military fatigues. (Basically a t-shirt and cargo pants.) His armor.
  • History: AJ-42 is a pure bred Grexian Military caste ranger, selected along with the whole AJ unit to go out and do mercenary work outside the empire. Since the Grexians' asking price for an entire unit is usually somewhat high, the AJ unit was one of the few chosen to be split up and take contracts separately or in smaller groups. AJ-42 specifically has shown particular aptitude for engagements at closer quarters, and the ability to keep recoil under control even when using a very high rate of fire weapon.
    • Position: Hired security.
  • Other: Along with his armor, AJ-42 is bringing his own guns, an assault rifle and a pistol. Both he's bringing along spare and alternate parts for, to modify appropriately as he sees fit at any given time. Both are typically customized to have higher than average firing rates, which is his favorite configuration. (The pistol is fully automatic.) The assault rifle uses regular full metal jacket rounds, but the pistol is usually loaded with special hollow point rounds, which tend to shatter on impact; against flesh this just fills the target with bullet shrapnel, but against metal it will barely do anything. This is intentional, so the pistol is less likely to cause a hull breach if used on board a space ship.

edited 18th Sep '13 1:45:38 AM by FirockFinion

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clawthewolf from Sweden Since: May, 2011 Relationship Status: They can't hide forever. We've got satellites.
#141: Sep 18th 2013 at 3:16:34 AM

  • Name: John "Ace-Chaser" Harking
  • Age: 36 Years Old
  • Sex: Male
  • Appearance: "Give me something with an engine and I can fly it."
  • History: John Harking is a former military fighter pilot who fought during the Solar Republics Freedom War against the Empire for the last five years of its duration and was one of the founders of the Nebulas, the SR's elite fighter squadron. He was born on Uti IV where he spent his teenage years in a bad crowd, hijacking air cars. It was there his talent at flying was first made evident as he even managed to out-manoeuvre the cops and their drones when escaping several times. When he finally was captured at age 18 he was given a choice: Fight in the Freedom War as a pilot or go to jail, not wanting to sing the jailhouse blues John chose military life where he quickly learnt how to pilot most spacecraft. Now, 2 years ago he retired from the military, though he still need a job.
    • Position: Pilot
  • Other: He always carry around a 24-shot Rail-Revolver. A miniature railgun designed to emulate the feel of an old-timey revolver.

Parable Since: Aug, 2009
#142: Sep 18th 2013 at 1:41:47 PM

Everyone is accepted.

  • Name: Ivan Samuel Desiso Pierce, The Count of Tebigon, (Lord Tebigon)
  • Age: 75
  • Sex: Male
  • Appearance: A large and imposing man who used to be more imposing but age has lost some of the muscles and widened his girth a bit. His complexion indicates a largely African ancestry. Bald and has face with a perpetual frown. Usually wears a white dress suit and a red coat. Carries a walking stick with a golden top.
  • History: The head of a prominent noble family on the planet of Niida-St. Anne, Lord Tebigon was brought up by a stern and shrewd father who groomed him to be a strong leader. Tebigon attended the best schools and excelled in the arts, history, and sports. Like all nobility he was enrolled in the military, and joined the imperial space fleet.
    • When he was 22, Tebigon was sent to stamp out a pirate stronghold around the planet Jemecca. He served with distinction, personally leading multiple runs on pirate strongholds that were jamming the more advanced drones and missile computers in the moon canyons. Afterwards he continued serving in the military, mostly hunting down smugglers, rising in rank before leaving as a captain.
    • Tebigon returned home, where he began managing the day to day affairs of his estate when his father's health began declining. He investing in a trading company that dealt primarily with exports from the Kaladian Empire and used his experience with the fleet and smuggling trails to give himself the edge. He frequently made visits to that other human nation. Shortly after a trip to the Sirian Union, civil war broke out in Kaladia. Tebigon initially supported the established government, but hired Rakashan spies to keep him informed of what was going on inside the empire. When it became clear the war was tipping in favor of the rebels, Tebigon threw his support for the fledgling Solar Republic into the ring of the Verandi imperial court. War was declared on the Kaladian Empire and Tebigon went again into active service. When the war was won Tebigon was in high standing with the royal court, which he used to get a high position on the government.
    • Credentials: Tebigon is a worldly man. Having traveled to other countries on multiple occasions to secure business deals had given him an inside view of many countries. His military experience provides valuable information about the international smuggling trade and piracy. After the war in the Solar Republic, his standing in the Verandi court has increased dramatically and this influence has obtained for him the position on the Galactic Nations Council.


  • Name: Captain Solaris Veila
  • Age: 30
  • Sex: Female
  • Appearance: Solaris is a tall woman of European stock. Blue eyes and long blonde hair that is kept in a large braid. Wears parts of a worn out Verandi fleet uniform. She wears a silver circlet on her head.
  • History: The exuberant and lavish living captain of the Caroline doesn't talk much about her life before her current occupation. What can be known just from talking to her is that she is Verandi, most likely from the Inner Worlds and of the upper class at that. She has been the captain of her ship for a little over five years, working as a freelance trader. Solaris takes jobs whever they can be found, taking people and products across the galaxy, often to places she probably isn't legally allowed to be. A string of bad luck has left her without a signifigant portion of her crew and she has stopped in the Sol System to recruit a new set of hands.
    • Position: Captain

edited 18th Sep '13 1:43:47 PM by Parable

Parable Since: Aug, 2009
#143: Sep 18th 2013 at 4:25:39 PM

Loco, Claw, and Sanojutsu, we're waiting on your characters before we begin.

edited 18th Sep '13 4:25:57 PM by Parable

Sanojutsu King of Lame-Style from Throne Room Since: May, 2012 Relationship Status: Norwegian Wood
King of Lame-Style
#144: Sep 18th 2013 at 5:06:13 PM

  • Name: Adept Hamare Yanarisven. Nicknamed “Gale of the sea” by her comrades in the Corps
  • Age: 40(actual) 35(racial)
  • Sex: Both
  • Appearance: Gaunt and tall as it is expected from a kurasne, hints of a feminine form on her body especially in hips as she already mothered a child, her black hair long and wavy, eyes of a black cornea and grey irises. Her skin is bluer than green in tone, and not as dark as one from Vaniea. Her glowing marks are located on her upper back, nape, calves, navel, and inner thighs. No longer sporting her Adept uniform she now often wears a sleeveless t-shirt with an open beige pea-coat, a pair of khaki light cloth pants and boots while on deck.
  • Personal History: Born to a marriage of fishermen and escorts, 5 in total, and lived happily with her siblings until the fateful day that she was found gifted and reported to the Adept Corps. Then she parted from her family as she was taken to the capital, to a secret underground training facility to be precise. There she passed a long time of her life training and honing her abilities and body. At the end she graduated, opting to go become a scholar in the capital instead of becoming a full-time member of the Adept Corps, but agreed to answer the call when it was given. Meanwhile she studied, ended up marrying a teacher and a fellow student and even had a little child; Ivaste Hamsemaven. Then the order came, to find a certain ship with a certain captain, and infiltrate the crew, and spy on it for the Corps and the Kurasne Nation… And well, honor vows taken may never be broken.
  • Position: Engineering

edited 20th Sep '13 7:24:06 PM by Sanojutsu

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nman Since: Mar, 2010
#145: Sep 19th 2013 at 1:28:40 PM

I forgot to mention, I dunno what the rules are for armed guards in the Galactic Nations, but the Norb wouldn't have any. Or at least none guarding their ambassador, maybe they have some security on ships. The reason most people have security is, I assume, because the individual is important and someone from an internal or external faction would want them dead. Since when you'[re a bunch of robots you don't have those concerns, because you can just send in another unit to replace the lost one.

Locoman Since: Nov, 2010
#146: Sep 19th 2013 at 5:14:06 PM

  • Name: Poseidon (human pseudonym as his real name is utterly unpronounceable)
  • Age: 3 (actual) 18-19 (racial)
  • Sex: Male
  • Appearance: Like all male Najani, Poseidon possesses a large crest on his head, and a slightly larger wingspan than females. He can be distinguished from others by his red eyes (a unique but harmless recessive mutation common in his family) and a wide array of flock tattoos across his wings and face; sometimes accentuated by splashes of red paint spread across his chest and beak.
  • Personal History: From the time that he was hatched, Poseidon grew up like most other Najani. Unlike, them, however, he became more and more fascinated with the habits and lifestyles of the ground-dwelling aliens on his planet. This quirk was gently tolerated by his elders, though when the time came for him (like all males) to leave the nest and embark on a sort of spiritual pilgrimage before returning, he leapt at the chance. In this day and age, though, it is not uncommon for young Najani males to take to the stars.
  • Position: Navigation

clawthewolf from Sweden Since: May, 2011 Relationship Status: They can't hide forever. We've got satellites.
#147: Sep 20th 2013 at 3:03:32 AM

  • Name: Charles Linkolnton
  • Age: 57
  • Appearance: Whilst he have a fit body despite his age it is shown how old he is and what kind of life he has lived, his face is weathered, his hair slicked back, well-groomed, and white. His left eye and arm is also cybernetic.
  • History: Born on Kaladia he joined the Imperial Army at an early age and rose up to the ranks. In the beginning of the Freedom/Bloody War he fought for the imperials but eventually switched sides after a battle where he lost his eye and arm and was left for dead despite being a colonel, instead the Rebels took him in and treated him back to health, using his contacts he managed to also make his old men to join him in the rebellion. After the war he decided to leave the military and become a politician and diplomat instead of taking the promotions he was offered.
    • Credentials: A former military official and leader, he knows how to speak and how to convince people to see things his way.

edited 20th Sep '13 10:34:57 AM by clawthewolf

Parable Since: Aug, 2009
#148: Sep 20th 2013 at 1:06:25 PM

Okay, everyone is accepted. I think that's everyone so let's get this show on the road!

To all interested parties and potential players, sign-ups are always open! If you want to play just make a country and some characters and we'll figure out a way to get you in. Join us! The Galaxy is Ours!

MusikMaestro from Ireland Since: Jul, 2012 Relationship Status: Heisenberg unreliable
#149: Sep 23rd 2013 at 12:22:44 AM

I've got an idea for a race, and hopefully a character will pop up while I'm typing the race up.

Parable Since: Aug, 2009

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