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Post by Arreck on Feb 10, 2004 17:43:39 GMT -5
As for clothes, Tockneff wear giant trenchcoats that hide their knees, so they appear extremely short, until they stand up. The trenchcoat trails behind them.
Congratulations, RabbitDawg! You have added something to our universe! Tockneff are now cannibalistic!
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Post by Dragonfly on Feb 10, 2004 20:00:16 GMT -5
And I don't know if Snodecks are supposed to wear something. If not clothes, she wears some very expensive diamond earrings and a sapphire necklace for a start. Or sometimes she wears reading glasses or visors. Other than that, she wears a modified Exode suit to adapt to Flisp's environment. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Okay, that wasn't the best profile around, but I hope it would be good enough for the bad guy RPG. First of all, the exode suit is used by the Flisp to keep themselves warm when they leave their planet. So a Snodeck who is coming to Flisp probably won't require it. In fact it would probably be detrimental to the Snodeck, as it would retain the Snodeck's heat while the Snodeck would have to endure the extra heat of the planet as well. Secondly, the Snodeck do not wear clothes, since all of them from the very beginning of their existance think that wasting resources is extremely stupid. With their massive amounts of "fat", they have no necessity for clothes so the use of clothes is wasteful. Yet, Snodeck do have loads of gadgets belted, strapped, and tied on to them. They do not want to have to have an office to conduct business. So therefore, if you can imagine, they have belts and shoulder straps with all sorts of assorted "calculators and computers", watches giving multiple time zones at once, intricate 3D graphs floating around them that illustrate complex economic principles, multiple key-boards supported by little stands coming off their belts, head-phones and communicators held on with head-gear, and any amount of money/"credit card" they can have handy. Snodeck are born multi-taskers; they can be seen typing on two different keyboards, glancing at multiple different graphs, and holding a complex conversation with a colleage all at once. TiJil simply provided a simple drawing in the playable species forum that provides but a basic sketch of their body layout, as he does for all the races. But they do in fact have quite a lot more to them, they're really going to be fun to play.
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Post by TiJiL on Feb 10, 2004 22:15:47 GMT -5
I feel it's important to note that tockneff don't have to wear trenchcoats. Many opt to, but that needn't restrict you.
Also good to establish that while the Exode suit itself is a flispian machine, a variant of it may be preferrable for any non-flispian on flisp. Some manner of suit to keep oneself cool would be a great asset. (500+ degrees isn't too good for a soft, fleshy animal from a controlled, air-conditioned environment)
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DigiDayDreamer
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Post by DigiDayDreamer on Feb 10, 2004 22:31:07 GMT -5
(Thanks, TiJiL! Great pic of Ker'Tar! And I think I need to revise Furdol's profile. And in honor of RabbitDawg, I'll mimic him with a backstory! It'll give Furdol more character.)
Name: Mistress Furdol Pyi Gynia Logsdi Thriker Vej Questhimn Xuo XII, Furdol for short
Gender: Female
Age: 23 Deckan years (5.75 twassec years)
Occupation: Researcher of Environmental Science Research Division of the Xuo corperation
Residence: Outer Provincal, Palace of Xuo, Decka, Third Orbit, Nablas System
Backstory - the better version:
“Oh, scroop! Darn these viruses! Always infecting my waistwatch laptop when I least expected!”
With tentacles, Furdol typed the keys to disinfect her computer while eating her hourly snacks to keep herself from getting hungry AND finishing a report of the effects of circulation with waistwatches, shoulder straps and belts on at the same time.
“Furdol!” rang a voice all so repulsive to the Snodeck’s inner ears, she cringed with vexation. “You finished with your assignments?”
“Just hold your tentacles,” she muttered to yellow CEO, who just happened to be part of the Royal Family and her half-cousin at the same time, the Duchess Vyin Gokl Fregan Noirylix Jiccexenna Slemn XXIX. “I’m printing out to the last one.” Finding solace that her laptop was healthy, she inputted more commands until the printer attached behind her spewed a flurry of papers all over.
“Furdol! Clean yourself up before you lower the other researchers’ morale,” the CEO commanded, seeming to enjoy tormenting the lower red Snodeck before she went on to her work shift.
Furdol grumbled and crouched to pick up the fallen papers. In haste, she accidentally hit her head against a nearby table. “Yow! Here you go, Vyin,” she muttered again, handing the papers.
“Hmph! It’s Duchess Vyin to you,” she said, snatching the papers with a dissatisfied sneer before handing Furdol a paper with a small pink slip. “I advise you to upgrade your outdated gadgets before doing the next assignment.”
“Another one? Give me a break, Vyin! I’ve been working nonstop for three nights on that last assignment you gave me!”
With a frown, she slapped Furdol across the face and thrust the papers into her chest. “It’s Duchess Vyin! And you wouldn’t complain so much if you had just worked faster than three days! Unless you want to quit now and forget about being CEO in your next promotion.”
Furdol’s eyes widened. “What? For real? But most Snodecks needed at least ten promotions before the highest position.”
“Would I lie to you, Furdol? Times have changed. Even us leaders have their own terms. And it will be your turn soon,” she leaned close to Furdol’s face before giving a harsh, cruel bark, “that is, if you don’t mess this up!”
She shrugged. “Sure, but why is this important?”
The Royal Snodeck shook her head. “Poor Furdol, still so naïve Furdol. This needs to be taken care of before UTD next year. And better bring some supplies and tockneffs with you; this assignment has to be done at Flisp.”
She gaped. “Flisp? You’re asking me to risk myself in some alien planet of indecent citizens?”
“Of course, it’s not like Thordeck is any better. You’re most capable for this job and anyway you’ve got tockneffs to protect you. Now pack up already, your shuttle leaves in an erker.” Vyin then left with a modest grin about her face.
“An erker?” Furdol repeated to herself, almost disbelieving that she would leave her home planet, one she loathe to step off, in less than an erker! But she told herself it would be worth it just be CEO of one of her family’s corporation and have thousands of tockneffs at her command.
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In less than a day, Furdol arrived by herself on Flisp, believing she could do this without any tockneffs and armed with a few pistols, her handy GPS, shoulder-strap computer, her credit card and some spare hundred pats in case they wouldn't take her card, and a bulky backpack to hold her supplies. She took the paper Vyin handed to her and read it. “Let’s see: Research the effects of different metals in the lava flows on Flisp. Hmm, this is going to take a little ingenuity.” She typed on her laptop and easily printed out the list of all the metals on a neat document. “There. Now all I need is a map to those lava flows…scroop, I forgot to transfer the map to my laptop. Hmm, maybe I can find someone who can guide me.” She looked around and saw many Flispians around, most of them looking rather dangerous and unfriendly.
“Maybe not…
Summary version:
Furdol is a female Snodeck. And being the youngest of her family didn't help her very much. Watching her eldest siblings becoming successful in both in and out of Decka, she longed to be greater than her brothers and sisters - even her parents and some of her snodeck friends - and studied for many hours and days. Eventually she graduated at the age of 20, but she didn't have to work hard to find her job. One of her family's corporation is in dire need of a researcher (the previous one quit, having found a better job) and she took this opportunity to take up the missing role, for she planned to dominate the corporation and become CEO, which her half-cousin had, in a matter of a few years.
But...
Three years later, Furdol managed only three promotions, not enough to get her the position of CEO she badly wanted. Not only that, she has been recently assigned to research the affects of different metals in the lava flows on Flisp and the corporation or rather her cruel half-cousin needed her to take care of this assignment fast before UTD next year.
This was an embarrassment to Furdol, never having Decka in her entire life. She would rather prefer to handle grandiose, momental projects that would improve the corporation's economy. She often loved to boss the tockneffs around, but now she was utterly disappointed with herself, reduced to nothing more than a delivery girl who risks her neck, er, life on very dangerous planets. She even thought of quitting and finding another job, but that would ruin her reputation and her chances at overcoming her half-cousin.
So she packed some of her belongings, bought some decent weapons to protect herself and took off in one of the many shuttles transporting her to Flisp.
General appearance: Wears only an assortment of various gadgets all over her body so he could keep herself informed of the newest updates of various info. Red-skinned in appearance. (If possible, also wears a variant of Exode suit.)
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Post by TiJiL on Feb 10, 2004 23:47:10 GMT -5
Nice. Much better, Digi.
I wish to clarify for all something right now: The plural forms of the different races.
1 Twassecc, 2 Twasseccs 1 Hurk, 2 Hurks 1 Sigwar, 2 Sigwar 1 Choeroed, 2 Choeroeds 1 Norkid, 2 Norkids 1 Ees, 2 Ees 1 Ure, 2 Ure 1 Vimp, 2 Vimp 1 Flispian, 2 Flispians 1 Greadean, 2 Greadeans 1 Snodeck, 2 Snodeck 1 Tockneff, 2 Tockneff 1 Thelsic, 2 Thelsic 1 Nogan, 2 Nogan
Therefore, only Twassecc, Hurk, Choeroed, Norkid, Flispian, and Greadean are pluralized with an s. There are no 'Tockneffs' or 'Vimps'.
Just realized this, too, RabbitDawg. You said that Fury opened her 'eyes'. Tockneff only have one eye that can be opened and closed (On the very front of their skull). They also have a row of punktaugen (simple, lidless eyes) on either side of their head.
Cool. I just looked into the origins of the word punktaugen, as it sounded German to me. Indeed, it is derived from the German words meaning 'point eyes'. Makes sense. Immobile eyes...
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Post by RabbitDawg on Feb 11, 2004 2:04:55 GMT -5
(just reading the posts in order here.... pardon my randomness)
Oh, so all the Tockneff know how to use the shuttle? Lol. oops. ^_^oh well. ... ... ... There, it's editted. Wheee.
The tockneff weren't cannibalistic before!? I thought since they always fought with each other.... yeah, but oh well, yay!! Glad I added something. Trenchcoats? Lol. I'm having fun visualizing that. Lol. But... I think I'll go for the amazon woman appearance for now.... unless I need a suit to help keep me cool on flisp.... what suit do we need? That part completely flew over me. We just need a variant of the exode suit?
LOL. Nice story Digi. ^_^ (To Digi: [I'm too lazy to private emssage right now, sorry] Sorry I haven't read DW... only things I've read for leisure lately is this forum, owl's nest forum, and Calinax.... but "winter" break is next week so wheeee)
Wait, what about all the years'n'stuff? Where'd you guys find that info? Like, 1 twassecc = x deckan...
Punktaugen...? I didn't even know that was a word.... I didn't even know it existed........ x.x ... ... ... okay, editted.
Thx everyone for the corrections and info. Much appreciated. Gonna go read the Communal now.
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Post by TiJiL on Feb 11, 2004 23:39:15 GMT -5
Year conversions!
Dorschian Year – 1 times as long as a Dorschian year (earth year) Twassecc Year – 4.109589 times as long as a Dorschian year (Based on Twassure’s orbit. Ure also use this time measurement) Flispian Year – 1.232876 times as long as a Dorschian year (Flisp I’s orbit) Deckan Year – 4 times as long as a Dorschian year (Twice Decka’s orbit. Initially half as long, but was doubled to make the years closer in length to Ure/Twassecc years, for commercial purposes) Thordeckan Year – 2.315759 times as long as a Dorschian year (Thordeck’s orbit) Uiiqian Year - .821917 times as long as a Dorschian year (Uiiq’s orbit) BSY (Benid Standard Year) – 2.054794 times as long as a Dorschian year (Half of a twassecc year, used to standardize time in the economic planets of the galaxy, as well as double the frequency of UTD) Sig Year – 1.733331 times as long as a Dorschian year (Sig’s orbit) Choeroean Year – .628255 times as long as a Dorschian year (Choeroea’s orbit)
There ya go. Those are now the official conversion factors. All planets and races either utilize one of those years (The nogan, for instance, use the BSY), or none at all (Like the ees and hurks)
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Post by Devvyn on Feb 12, 2004 0:49:12 GMT -5
Name: Lebrix Age: 144 Twassecc years, approximately 35 Dorshian years Height: 6'3 Profession: I didn't see the starting professions for this so I'm gonna say he's just a soldier, but he's in training for higher levels of mind work, such as mind control etcetera.
Lebrix was born on a secret base on Choerea. His parents were both soldiers, gifted with psychic abilities. He left the planet on the only evacuation vessle to escape a brutal bombing by the Twasseccs. Since then he has fought for the liberation of his species against the Twasseccs. Though he will rally as many to his cause as possible, he trusts few. All new beings he meets aren't to be trusted, and are watched with close eyes. Lebrix is a war hardened Ure, full of honor and hope for his people.
Oh yea, and he's working his best to develop his psychic abilities to be as great as his parents were.
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Post by TiJiL on Feb 12, 2004 0:52:58 GMT -5
Good job, Devvyn. 2 things, however.
1. You switched Dorschian and Twassecc. 144 Dorschian years is about 35 Twassecc ones.
2. Ure don't live that long. I suggest an age more around 5-10 twassecc years. That would put you at about the right age to be still aspiring to become potent with your psychic powers.
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Post by Devvyn on Feb 13, 2004 19:26:43 GMT -5
Whoops, I'm sorry. Thanks for that Tijil.
I will take Tijil's advice, Lebrix is ten Twassecc years.
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