RPG: Communal

[TiJiL]

Here is the first Twassecc RPG where we have extended arms to try and lure people that don't previously know the twasseccs to us. Once we have enough players we'll begin. The following species are acceptable for this RPG.


Character Species:


Species Name: Twassecc
Average height: 2 meters
Average weight: 175 pounds (m), 145 pounds (f)
Intelligence and technology: Very high
Example Names: Andress Malstolf, Iko, Rajixa Quiinax, Tobar Nessuex, Ytron Whaj,
Miphon Vallani.
General disposition: Violent and vengeful, always looking out to gain revenge over the Ure who they claim destroyed their home planet.
Possible Starting Professions:
Soldier (Melee): (No kidding, a soldier who specializes in the use of melee weapons, such as daxite blades.)
Soldier (Ranged): (Again no kidding, a soldier who specializes in the use of ranged weapons, like suppressor lasers.)
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Species Name: Hurk
Average height: 4.5 meters
Average weight: 2300 lbs (m), 2100 pounds (f)
Intelligence and technology: Very low
Example Names: Ultor, Janthor, Nehed, Medde, Yuulted, Wamm-Jemm, Uundek,
Padeg, Morossk
General disposition: Jovial and carefree, always looking for a good meal and a fun game, or a chance to prove their strength.
Possible Starting Professions:
Scout: (Essentially a self-sustaining character, in-tune with nature and adept at stealth, speed, and camouflage.)
Warrior: (A hurk that has focused more on brute force and power, that is adept at withstanding damage and bashing his enemies to pieces with blunt objects.)
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Species Name: Sigwar
Average height: 2.2 meters
Average weight: 340 lbs
Intelligence and technology: Highly advanced
Example Names: Kinthor, Beiv Theescotkh, Viel Weish, Reena, Deela, Mion, Soik,
Teexa
General disposition: Serious and calculating, ever praising ‘The Gods’ and searching to understand what great things ‘The Gods’ have lain before them.
Possible Starting Professions:
Combatant: (A gun-wielding Sigwar, adept at dispatching many foes at the same time.)
Priest: (A Sigwar that embraces and uses the powers of ‘The Gods’ to help his friends and hurt his foes.)
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Species Name: Choeroed
Average height: 1.3 meters
Average weight: 67 lbs
Intelligence and technology: Highly advanced
Example Names: Trigaal, Oro, Brix, Nabis, Bereen, Mawale, Askeerv, Massol, Snikpoh,
Razir
General disposition: Hyper and easily-distracted, Choeroeds are constantly looking for something to entertain themselves, or a possible prank to play.
Possible Starting Professions:
Gunner: (A Choeroed that specializes in the use of guns, like the AK-13 Daxite Machine Gun)
Assailant: (A Choeroed that specializes in the use of melee weapons, like Razor Claws.)
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Species Name: Norkid
Average height: .6 meters
Average weight: 18 lbs
Intelligence and technology: Reasonable
Example Names: Kitter, Jeln, Nakki, Harkol, Alsi, Kaln,
General disposition: Alert and cautious, generally not willing to adopt the ways of technology and the combative feelings of the twasseccs, preferring instead to remain true to their monotheistic religion.
Possible Starting Professions:
Hunter: (A Norkid that specializes in stealth and speed, along with a trusty knife or spear to dispatch of foes.)
Gatherer: (A Norkid that learns the way the land works, and how to use plants to create powerful medicines or frightening poisons.)
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Species Name: Nogan
Average height: 2 meters
Average weight: 400 lbs
Intelligence and technology: Reasonable
Example Names: Aggan, Gun’Fan, Bovik, Ran’Nir, Nen’Yul, Nagga, Cul’Den,
General disposition: Humble and obedient, fearful that the atrocities that happened in years past to their race will happen again, though some individuals are reverting back to their noble, war-like attitudes.
Possible Starting Professions:
Farmer: (A Nogan that is capable of harvesting resources he needs from the ground he walks on.)
Warrior: (A Nogan that has reverted back to their noble ancestors warrior tradition, and specializes in the use of melee weapons.)
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[Devvyn]

I will be a Norkid hunter by the name of Trifin.

[Moontide]

Oh, yeah, I forgot that part. yes, I am a Norkid hunter by the name of Yiln. I just hope this RPG gets more players than I have seen in the past RPGs.

[Arreck]

And while I'm here, I'll be a Cheoreod Gunner known as Dave. No, wait... Gliix.

EDIT: Both hunters, huh? Ok, I guess. You may wish to diversify if we can't get any more players though.

[RabbitDawg]

Hey members of the Universe!! Well, Moontide was successful in persuading me to try and join your RPG. There's one problem though... I'm not quite sure how this all works, and my knowledge on the ... um.... life-forms in this universe is limited to the Krelic (and I'm not too familiar with them either). I would read up on the other topics to familiarize myself with the other creatures in the RPG, but my computer is being retarded and any webpage with sound (MIDI's in this case) freeze on me. So, yeah, in a nutshell, I don't know much about any of this, but if that's not too much of a problem, can I be a Sigwar Priest named Ziel? ;D Or Ziela if I end up being a priestess instead (there has to be at least one female....). alright, well, that's it. This reply is too long already...

[Arreck]

Very good then... we'll get started, I assume, as soon as TiJiL sees this, as we now have at least enough to play. RabbitDawg: That's all you need to do right now. TiJiL will explain his rules at the very beginning.

As we come across creatures and interact, we'll try to give you information about them, so for now just know what the races are:


Twasseccs: Millitary Power, violent, sarcastic, but not necessarily mean.

Hurks: Big, dumb, extremely strong, extremely hungry.

Sigwar: Pious, noble, very very religious.

Choeroeds: Hyperactive, quick, and athletic. Also rather small.

Norkids: Very quick, very nimble, very athletic, very puny. Easily frightened... think mouse.

Nogan: Thoughtful, strong, peaceful (for the most part), courteous.

[Moontide]

Well then. I suppose that I am a Norkid Gatherer known as Yiln in the case that nobody else shows up. And since we're going to start when TiJiL decides to show up, that is the case. I'm anxious now, it's been a while since I last did anything this organized with any sort of role-playing.

[RabbitDawg]

Cool. Can't wait. Oh, and Arreck, btw, thx for the basic info on the races. :: smacks his computer:: I'd be able to learn about the races myself if this thing ever decides to work properly again... ::sigh:: Oh, and can new members join in the RPG once it's already begun? Or at least the early stages of it? I don't mean to delay starting it, and I won't, but if it's okay, I may be able to drag another buddy of mine into joining... but I'd feel bad if the starting date is postponed... I've read the previous replies and know you guys've been wanting to start this for quite a while now...

[DigiDayDreamer]

Hi! RabbitDawg need not drag me to get me here!

So an RPG, huh? In that case, I'll be female Nogan farmer named Raizi (too many males) that is, if there is gender of that species. I didn't see such indication in the previous posts.

You're starting tomorrow? Great! Hopefully I won't get lost in all this technical stuff. (Believe me, FF8 was simpler than the rules here)

Well, Spell ya later!

[RabbitDawg]

Lol. Hey DigiDayDreamer!! Well, I kinda figured I didn't have to do any dragging, but just in case, I was prepared if it was necessary. (Hey, do you think Nickel City would be interested in this? Or is she solely into dragons?) Anyhow, yeah, I'm hoping I won't get lost in this technical stuff (yes, FF8 was much easier than this. [My party in that game was unstoppable!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Especially Quistis. ;D]) Anyway, I guess we'll just have to wait for one of the Grand Generals to post... ((by the way, what's a Graakk Snack? I see that under my name... I'm just curious.))

[TiJiL]

Alright! Let's get this started! Don't worry about technicality, as that is primarily my responsibility for the moment. Just as a little disclaimer, I'm trying to design this RPG in such a manner that it has several parts that could stand alone. Essentially, if the first story part works out and is fun and people like their characters, then I have another part which is A) on another planet, for variety, B) A continuation of the first part, and C) Enough of a story on its own to introduce new characters and such. Of course, if nobody likes this RPG / their characters / me as a GM, the latter parts are not required.






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A powerful sandstorm whips about the arid planet of Sig. Sand is whipped about like shrapnel in winds that blow at over 150 miles per erker. Life forms not adapted to survive in such harsh conditions retreat into rock formations or underground to avoid the storms, but others use the frequent, near-inhospitable weather as an ecological niche, coming out to hunt/eat/mate while most other creatures are in hiding. Even the most adapted organisms, however, can be killed off by such storms.

However, you are all safe from the danger, and the only portion of it that you can really observe is the muffled sound of the howling wind, hundreds of feet above you. You are currently in the underground city of Ginnad, capitol of the Eka Flats region on Sig. This city was constructed under nearly 500 feet of sand and sedimentary rock as a means for Sigwar to avoid the heat, protect themselves from predators, and to collect what little ground water the planet has to offer.

Currently, the 5 of you are lounging in a diner of sorts, called By the Gods. The sandstone ceiling crumbles slightly from the activity up above, but you have never heard of problems from this, so you pay it no heed. The diner is divided into three basic sections, with each section having a different type of table. In one corner of the room are tables designed for very small beings, or for reasonably-sized bipeds. Another corner caters to sigwar, having benches and booths of large size with holes in the back to accommodate their long, fleshy tails. Finally, the third area is filled with tables that look to be of standard construction, but are very big. These are obviously for the big bipedal races. A big column-like room sits in the center of the diner, in which several sigwar cooks and brewers work. Terminals at each table allow customers to order food without the inconvenience of a waiter/waitress. Finally, hanging on each wall of the diner are enormous screens, broadcasting news or sports of recent times. 'Channels' can be changed, and the twassecc Circular accessed from a large terminal under the biggest screen. Currently, Kuupay is being played on the northern screen, teek on the southern, some sort of sigwar movie on the western, and a newscast on the eastern. Currently, there are only three other customers besides you 5; two sigwar (who are having an animated discussion in the corner), and a twassecc (who appears to be asleep, his legs propped up on one of the tables.)

By the Gods is located adjacent to a 'plaza' of sorts, in the center of Ginnad. Milling about are a few hundred sigwar performing jobs of maintenance, visiting the variety of small shops and facilities around the plaza, or just slowly walking home, staring happily up at the enormous orb that lights the entire area.




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So, there’s the starting spiel… Now there are some requirements of you. You must post:

Your name:
Species:
Age: (If you don’t know an appropriate number, just say like child/adolescent/adult/etc)
Gender:
Starting Profession:
Backstory: (Essentially, how you wound up in this diner in Ginnad, and perhaps a bit of your history. Please be detailed and realistic here.)







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Finally, a graakk is a harsh law-enforcement beast commonly employed in twassecc cities and capital ships. These bipedal saurians are known for their enormous speed, nasty attitude, razor-sharp appendages, and likelihood to eat those that cross the law. Your rank of graakk snack is a joke. If you want a different title (like Sigwar Priest, perhaps?) just ask me in a private message, and I’ll add it.



Finally (for real this time), more people can join in while we are early in the RPG (essentially, while the party is in Ginnad). After that point, however, I'd say that generally other members shall be avoided.

[RabbitDawg]

Name: Ziela
Species: Sigwar
Age: um.... adolescent...(kinda like the sig equivalent to the human age of.... say... 19)
Gender: I'll go with female
Starting Profession: Priest
Backstory: ((Well, first of all, sorry this backstory is probably too long. I got carried away. And also, some of my information maybe inaccurate cuz I'm not too knowledgeable on the Sigwar , but anyway, here I go:))

Ziela had always been an outcast among her kind since as far back as she could remember. She had been abandoned and left to die in the harsh, arid deserts of her planet. How she survived the inclement weather conditions in the desert, nobody knew, not even herself. Her childhood had managed to escape her mental grasp and locked itself in her subconscious, only revealing itself in small, incomprehensible pieces. In her dreams, they seem to be calling out and she would try to piece them together. She believes someone had retrieved her from the desert and brought her to the nearest town, but had done nothing for her beyond that. She has yet to find out who, though she sees the face in her dreams constantly.
She had made a living somehow, foraging for her own food, and earning money from some odd jobs to buy items when they were needed critically. Her life had been... quite unpleasant... It is true it is a miracle that she lived, but it is because of her great misfortune that she refused to fully recognize The Gods as most of her Sigwar brethren did. This is why she became an outcast to others of her kind... and she liked it that way. She enjoyed sitting alone and thinking, trying to recollect her memories and putting them together in any way, no matter how illogical and bizarre some her scenarios became.
But not fitting in wasn't easy. She couldn't always stand alone... so she had tried the ways of The Gods and her people and became a priestess, choosing to specialize in the powers of wind, for the harsh desert winds were what she recalled most from her cloudy childhood. Her attempt to believe the The Gods familiarized her with the magical properties of her charm, but... her thoughts were still jumbled. Her whole life was still a mystery... her religion, she accepted as both a truth and a lie; her past unclear... she was determined to find out what had happened to her... and why fate had kept her breathing and living to this very day...

* * *

She mused for a moment letting more thoughts flow into her head. She was writing a poem, as she often did when she was depressed, and that happened quite frequently... She seemed obsessed with finding out about her childhood, so she thought of it often, but every time she did, she'd have to work hard to keep the tears in. She wished she could tell somebody.... maybe somebody would understand, but being the outcast she was, finding trusted friends was an obstacle she had yet to overcome. And so she let her emotions out through her words. Suddenly, words came to her, so she continued to write.

My past has hid from me... had escaped to the back of my mind...
I try to go on living, but I can not leave it behind
because it haunts me through the days and nights... with every breath
forcing me to resist the grip of the hand of death...
so I spend all my days searching the lands...
for the man or the woman who held me with their hands
when I was only an infant, vulnerable and small
and before I can stand on my own feet, proud and tall...

She paused after the line she just wrote. She can stand on her own feet... but could she really say proud and tall? Not really. More thoughts entered her head then, as tears began to flow out. Before she knew it, she had fallen asleep and another dream entered her mind.

It was the face of the man that rescued her.... or perhaps not, but it was the one who was always in her dreams. The face was formed by the sand of a dust storm. The sky beyond was an odd color, a bright green, not a common sky you'd find on a desert planet. The face seemed to be saying something... something like:

To the north lies the light which can illuminate the darkness of your youth but to follow the path may be unwise
for it is filled with infinite possibilities, be it of sorrow or joy, that can lead ultimately to your demise.

The sand storm in the dream finally clears... and it shows her lying there, in the sand, eyes closed, open hands. There was no emotion... no sign of life--

She awoke from the dream and scribbled down the message. "Hmm...Well, I have nothing to lose if death should take me. To the north I will go." The next day, packing up her gallon of water and 75 pats in her backpack and wearing her wind charm in a necklace , she headed north. She had cleared her mind, oblivious of how long she'd been walking when a savage sandstorm decided to unleash its fury.
'Great,' she thought sarcastically to herself. 'How I just love these sandstorms... ' She sighed to herself as the storm got worse. "I'm gonna have to find some place to... oh my!! Ginnad!! It should be around here somewhe--" She spotted the entrance to the underground city and mentally patted herself on the back for being able to walk that far and to realize it despite she'd been thinking deeply for most her walk. She entered the city and decided to go to this one diner of sorts, called By the Gods. "Might as well celebrate, she said to herself as she sat down at one of the tables and ordered an appetizing dish that cost her 25 pats. 'This better be good, I'm down to 50...' she thought to herself, anxiously waiting for the sandstorm to calm so her journey to understand her myterious childhood could resume once again....

((so how was it? Any parts I should change or are inaccurate? I tried to cut back on the details so it'd be very general and hopefully made some sense. Sorry if it didn't. ;D))

[Arreck]

Note: I am not making fun of you or getting angry. Just giving you info.
Errors: Sigwar do not cry. They are designed to conserve every last drop of water. You can't say "Man", as a man is a human. No humans in this RPG. You can say person if you don't wish to specify a species. Finally, we'll probably be writing in first person, but I guess you can do however you want there.

Sigwar have hands, but imagine your middle and ring fingers fused together to form one thick finger. Also, from the side, they somewhat resemble pinciers. TiJiL has a drawing of them that he claims is great, I will see it at school tomorrow I think. I found it interesting that you chose the only race without a picture, but don't worry; they are one of the more interesting looking races...



Your name: Gliix
Species: Choeroed
Age: 5 (Twassecc Years) 20 (Human years)
Gender:
Starting Profession: Gunner
Backstory: I came to Sig to visit an old friend. We chatted, had some drinks, and visited, and finally it was about time for me to go home, but unfortunately the sandstorm struck and I haven't been able to get a lift to the Flagship just yet, where I could get on board a transport back to Choeroea. I've been lounging in this bar, eating casually from my last spending money. No big deal, I don't need it any more, just means I had to make the last sandwich last. So far I've been speaking with the other customers just to pass the time, but we're running out of things to talk about very quickly. I personally wish to get back to my own planet, as I'm feeling very weak from Scritos deprivation.
I think of my assets and realize that my friend gave me an unfurnished room in Ginnad for my last birthday, and it was probably credited to my name. Interesting present, certainly, but I guess their reasoning was that if I ever needed a place to stay, I'd have one. When I'm no longer amused by the bar I may check it out. Unfortunately I don't usually carry furnishings for an empty room around with me, so I'll probably end up sleeping on the bare floor tonight if this storm doesn't clear up.
I may be getting ready to leave soon... there is one messed up Sigwar scribbling or something. She keeps looking around nervously and quivering, like she'd burst into tears at any moment. Of course she couldn't, being a Sigwar, but regardless, she's making me nervous.

[Moontide]

Your name: Yiln
Species: Norkid
Age: Adolescent
Gender: Male
Starting Profession: Gatherer
Backstory: I was a bit too curious and explored the wrong shuttle at the wrong time. I'm now stranded in this Sigwar city where there is more light than I'd prefer. Being skittish like the rest of my kind, I've been watching the other beings in this bar very closely. I wish my hands would stay steady for even an erker, but I really don't think that's possible with an emotionally stretched Sigwar female over in the corner and an uneasy Choeroed not too much farther from her. I've got no place to stay, so this storm had better blow over fast so I can get back to the Flagship pronto.

[DigiDayDreamer]

Your name: Raizi
Species: Nogan
Age: Possibly between child and adoloscent, human years 11
Gender: if possible, female
Starting Profession: Farmer
Backstory: Here I am again, wandering around in an almost deserted planet, with deserts included. Don't know why The Gods placed me here, I just know I wandered into here. Because I had a lot of free time, which most Nogan children like me don't have because of all endless lessons we had to put in our brains and all. Basically I just ran away, but not before I turned into a genuine Farmer.

That way I won't have to starve by the time. And I've ran away many times before, so I'm used to it. But fate placed in a strange, I've-never-seen-before diner. Curiously, on one table was a female Sigwar anxiously writing so fast (or so slow it seemed to me), a funny-acting Choeroed and a jittery Norkid. Such a motley band of species.

Oh what the heck. I'll just sit along with them, maybe between that Sigwar and Norkid so I can get a good view of her writing.

"Excuse me, but you won't mind if I sit next to you, right?" I asked the Sigwar, noticing I was almost as big as her because of my general disposition (well not really, I just like to think like that.) I took the hoe on my back to check if it's in good condition to harvest before I received her reply.

(Okay, I appreciate any constructive criticism because I too am not familiar in this world of RPG, so correct my info if necessary.)