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    IGN: B_radicle
    Character Name: Tom Barbosa
    Character Age: 23

    Character Race: Human
    Character Description: Tom is light skinned with a cocky sorta "nothing gonna stand in my way" kinda face. He's around 5'11 and some what scrawny.
    Character Backstory: Tom is the seventh son of the Barbosa family tree. He is determined to be just like his father was and go beyond to one day own a ship of his own and explore the cosmos!
    Hello!
    A great start, but you need to expand a little bit on your back story. It is very bland, but is a great start to what could be a amazing backstory.
    Also, for your IGN, in order for players to understand your characters name, it will have to be related to your character.
    I recommend having your IGN be; Tom_Barbosa
     
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    IGN: Lance
    Character Name: Captain Terrance Bower "Lance"
    Character Age: 37
    Character Race: Augmented Human

    Character Description: 6'3" 185lbs. His fire engine red hair sticks straight up in a short military style crop. Lithe looking and toned, his musculature shows the signs of a lifetime of physical martial arts training. Green grey eyes turn up at the sides, suggesting mixed origins with his otherwise pure Irish countenance. His right temple is depilated around a black ceramic plate with several hardware jacks evident in its surface. He wears a white shipsuit with four gold bands at the cuffs and pauldrons.

    Character Backstory: Terrance was the youngest son of seven boys and four girls in what amounted to a traditional family on his home planet. His mother died in childbirth, but with the extended family surrounding them the siblings and their father had only grief to deal with instead of hardship from it. Mostly being a family of miners and machinists, it was strange to them all that Terrance at an early age showed aptitude in other areas. Originally he was shunned for it by his siblings and forced into a machinist apprenticeship by his father at the age of twelve. After an incident involving a malfunctioning industrial robot where he shut it down using secretly studied knowledge, his employer spoke to his father about switching his apprenticeship to the star cluster defense fleet academy.

    Three years later he graduated basic fleet operations school and went on to advanced training in robotics, computer engineering, and starship engineering. His whole extended family arrived completely by surprise. Having pulled strings to acquire berthing on a jump ship for the travel across star systems, his father most of all was moved to tears as he stood to watch his son cross the stage in immaculate uniform with his papers. Three days afterwards, aboard his assigned transport to the primary academy campus, he read letters of love and support that had been kept from him for disciplines sake, from his siblings and father.

    At the age of twenty, Terrance finished his five year course load and was assigned to the tender Farragut, effective immediately. A three year tour with that ship and he picked up more than his share of fleet stories, but none about war. Having been implanted with a headcomp for interface with ship systems and data storage and retrieval, his obligations and responsibilities slowed him down not a bit. The captain gave him a glowing service report and returned him to the star cluster fleet headquarters.

    Two more tours, one on a reconnaissance vessel as the sub-chief computer engineer, and the other as chief weapon control computer engineer, solidified both his training, and his lot in life. At 32 he was commissioned as Sub-Lieutenant and placed as third shift officer on the cruiser Kaplan under Captain Cerk Ari. The Kaplan was dispatched a year into his tour to his home system, a jump to far outside the stars gravity well and a week long trip towards the first planet in the system did nothing for his nerves. Regardless it did not show to his shift, or his captain.

    Having arrived at the only habitable planet in the system, the closest to the large red sun, and Terrance's own home, the Kaplan established orbit and tuned its passive sensors to full capacity during the first shift. Seven minutes later collision alarms and lights went on throughout the ship, an asteroid the size of an aircar hurtling towards them with seconds to impact. The strike tore a third of the hull away at an angle from the ship, from the port bow all along the port side, exiting the wreckage out the stern port side just before it would have run into the engineering section. The first and second shift, along with the bridge were gone.

    Limping into the system fleet base, the Kaplan showed signs of even more damage. When acting captain Bower was debriefed, the whole story was quickly shielded from the public, the alarm that brought the ship along with the damage to her, were ascribed to the asteroid.

    Now on detached duty as an intelligence division light cruiser captain, his current assignment is as much as a mystery as what happened to the Kaplan while orbiting his home planet Rukili. His home planet being the namesake of his first command when he was allowed to christen her right out of an intelligence division shipyard.
     
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    IGN: Lance
    Character Name: Captain Terrance Bower "Lance"
    Character Age: 37
    Character Race: Augmented Human

    Character Description: 6'3" 185lbs. His fire engine red hair sticks straight up in a short military style crop. Lithe looking and toned, his musculature shows the signs of a lifetime of physical martial arts training. Green grey eyes turn up at the sides, suggesting mixed origins with his otherwise pure Irish countenance. His right temple is depilated around a black ceramic plate with several hardware jacks evident in its surface. He wears a white shipsuit with four gold bands at the cuffs and pauldrons.

    Character Backstory: Terrance was the youngest son of seven boys and four girls in what amounted to a traditional family on his home planet. His mother died in childbirth, but with the extended family surrounding them the siblings and their father had only grief to deal with instead of hardship from it. Mostly being a family of miners and machinists, it was strange to them all that Terrance at an early age showed aptitude in other areas. Originally he was shunned for it by his siblings and forced into a machinist apprenticeship by his father at the age of twelve. After an incident involving a malfunctioning industrial robot where he shut it down using secretly studied knowledge, his employer spoke to his father about switching his apprenticeship to the star cluster defense fleet academy.

    Three years later he graduated basic fleet operations school and went on to advanced training in robotics, computer engineering, and starship engineering. His whole extended family arrived completely by surprise. Having pulled strings to acquire berthing on a jump ship for the travel across star systems, his father most of all was moved to tears as he stood to watch his son cross the stage in immaculate uniform with his papers. Three days afterwards, aboard his assigned transport to the primary academy campus, he read letters of love and support that had been kept from him for disciplines sake, from his siblings and father.

    At the age of twenty, Terrance finished his five year course load and was assigned to the tender Farragut, effective immediately. A three year tour with that ship and he picked up more than his share of fleet stories, but none about war. Having been implanted with a headcomp for interface with ship systems and data storage and retrieval, his obligations and responsibilities slowed him down not a bit. The captain gave him a glowing service report and returned him to the star cluster fleet headquarters.

    Two more tours, one on a reconnaissance vessel as the sub-chief computer engineer, and the other as chief weapon control computer engineer, solidified both his training, and his lot in life. At 32 he was commissioned as Sub-Lieutenant and placed as third shift officer on the cruiser Kaplan under Captain Cerk Ari. The Kaplan was dispatched a year into his tour to his home system, a jump to far outside the stars gravity well and a week long trip towards the first planet in the system did nothing for his nerves. Regardless it did not show to his shift, or his captain.

    Having arrived at the only habitable planet in the system, the closest to the large red sun, and Terrance's own home, the Kaplan established orbit and tuned its passive sensors to full capacity during the first shift. Seven minutes later collision alarms and lights went on throughout the ship, an asteroid the size of an aircar hurtling towards them with seconds to impact. The strike tore a third of the hull away at an angle from the ship, from the port bow all along the port side, exiting the wreckage out the stern port side just before it would have run into the engineering section. The first and second shift, along with the bridge were gone.

    Limping into the system fleet base, the Kaplan showed signs of even more damage. When acting captain Bower was debriefed, the whole story was quickly shielded from the public, the alarm that brought the ship along with the damage to her, were ascribed to the asteroid.

    Now on detached duty as an intelligence division light cruiser captain, his current assignment is as much as a mystery as what happened to the Kaplan while orbiting his home planet Rukili. His home planet being the namesake of his first command when he was allowed to christen her right out of an intelligence division shipyard.
    Well certainly odd seeing you here Lidren (in a good way I assure you!) perfect application, I believe you sir are accepted.
     

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    Well certainly odd seeing you here Lidren (in a good way I assure you!) perfect application, I believe you sir are accepted.
    Most definitely accepted! Welcome to the server Lidren!
     
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    Character Application


    IGN: Shaytan_Khabith

    Character Name:
    Shaytan Khabith
    “Malignant Demon” in the old tongue, entity does not appear to respond nor report to a singular title, name was attributed to the creature in the aftermath of the recovery and salvage of logs from a stricken cargo vessel suffering from early stages of infection and consumption.

    Character Age: [: Unknown : Unable to accurately date, due to extra-dimensional nature]
    Radiocarbon dating of isolated samples, leads the base entity to be several hundred years old, however chemical composition of the entity does not match commonly found markers found within this galaxy, leading researchers to suggest it may be a trans-dimensional entity, spurring from the various wormholes that have come open as of late, or it may be a trans-galactic entity, having ebbed its way from the void between galaxies. As of this time, efforts to accurately date the entity have been less than forthcoming.

    Character Race: (Sentient Bio-Mechanical Virulent Organism)
    ( It Is incapable of direct speech, though it can mimic radio transmissions and human dialogue flawlessly, it is, for now, mostly unaware of what it is truly saying, much akin to an angler fish, twirling its bait before its gaping maw, the Shaytan does so with panicked distress calls and horrified cries of infected crew, long since consumed. It has, through the infusion and infestation of many minds and skill sets, has developed an effective understanding of space travel. It is either incapable or disinterested in understanding morality in any capacity, as such it currently holds no opinion beyond its immediate self, and its most basic functions of consumption, and survival)



    Character Description:
    Whilst in its current weakened state, the Shaytan is a festering mound of decaying organisms, conducted and organized into a central logic system. Using the viability of organic synaptic relays as its conductors and logic engines, the entity is comprised of a rotting nexus of organic parts and mechanical interfaces that permit the entity to extend its control over a vessel's systems and foster its infection. The entity is fully capable of condensing its presence down and interfacing itself with a conventional bipedal humanoid spacesuit if the need strikes it, otherwise it will simply meld into the complex and infested network of fleshy conduits and partially digested mechanical relays, that permit it to govern and control a vessel. Whilst in a humanoid state, the entity will be only able to communicate via extremely limited and crude vocal re-processors, as it attempts to simulate common speech, its ability is somewhat limited as it is cut off from the processing power of its central hive, most normally located within an infected vessel.


    Stages of Infection:
    Stage 1) Incubation Stage

    Whilst infesting a vessel, only light to moderate signs of infection are present.. most notably, it is recorded that vessels are depressurized, as this virus functions most effectively in the void. Vessels suffering from Stage 1) Have their crews consumed and their control systems infested and infused with, by the crude data infections from rotting neural implants from the crew it consumes. Vessels in this stage... if properly purged and scoured, can be salvaged and returned to duty. During this stage the virus consumes as much organic and non-organic material as possible in preparation for its Pupation Stage.


    Stage 2) Pupation Stage

    During the course of infection, should a vessel remain in its clutches long enough for the virus to pupate, the vessel would radically warp and shift, pushing noxious fleshy sores will sprout from various and toxic ruptures to the hull, the deck of the vessel will slowly be eaten away, being replaced with organic matter as it grows and festers, during this stage, the vessels will seek out others of either their kind or those lacking infestation, and attempt to infect them directly, once infected, the host vessel will consume and integrate any material present in the victim into its own systems and bubonic hull.. Ships trapped within this stage, are neer worth salvaging... in most cases it is wiser to put them to the torch, then to allow them to reach their final stage.


    Stage 3) Maturity Stage

    Having spent the longest spans of time, growing, feeding and mutating, this is the final stage of the infections' lifespan... hulking corpses of once valiant ships, fused relentlessly into a single organic nexus of blight, vessel that have reached this stage, are hardly recognizable by the craftsmen that founded them.. the thick and unnatural layers of bio-mass, flesh, sinew, bones and teeth keep this pulsating creature moving forward, relentlessly consuming all that come across its path... Its captives weapons long since fused, are its main source of defense alongside hordes of infected strike craft or infected vessels ... whilst it will always seek to cripple vessels and consume them, if it perceives itself in dire straits... it will unleash its macabre arsenal upon its attackers in a desperate attempt at self preservation.... Within this mound of churning flesh, steel and energy, the creature gestates and broods smaller organisms, that can be seen flying about it in a miasmic cloud... It is at this stage the vessel, concentrates its neural synapse into its "core" .... Vessels of this classification are nothing but harbingers of infestation and sirens of doomsday... Whilst the virus is still in its infant stages and unaccustomed to the world about it ... It is entirely theoretical it will eventually develop to this stage, if left unchecked....


    Alignment: True Neutral
    (It is not driven by creed, nor belief nor vengeance, nor conventional thought, its holds only to the laws of the jungle, it exists to consume, expand and grow, like all primal lifeforms do, it has no current master.)



    Character Backstory:
    Hailing from unknown regions and stranger still times in space, the entity know as Shaytan Khabith, festered and roiled in the planes between realities, sealed soundly away from the rest of the galaxy within a gravitational tesseract by some unknown entities that sought to isolate and contain it for an indeterminate length of time, prior to the wormhole incidents that plague the galaxy in most recent history. Whatever the case maybe, the virulent entity was sealed away, contained within a Dyson Sphere that itself, was trapped between the fabrics of time and space by the extremely powerful use of gravity tethers that anchored this empty void prison between the fabric of space-time.

    The creature remained dormant and undisturbed for centuries it would seem, as time rolled onward. The complex machinations that were used to anchor and seal this creature away, were extremely intricate in nature, hinting to construction by entities or beings that held an unnaturally exceptional understanding over the multi-faceted and multilayered nature of the dimensional planes. Being such, it was gravely concerning that the makers of such a prison would go forth unto elaborate extents to seal the creature within this prison out of space and time.

    Within the current era, the chaos of these trans-dimensional wormholes, has spurred and affected the prison and its festering prisoner sealed within. The titanic power rifts that would be required to allow vessels to cross between the borders of one reality to another, has sharply weakened the containment structure, designed to keep the entity anchored between realities and harmless. Twas the misfortune of a simple cargo vessel that wound up trapped within the Dyson Sphere that soon roiled and awoke the long slumbering entity.

    Within a haze of purpose and malicious intent, the entity rapidly cannibalized the vessel and infected its crew, infusing its nature and presence within the vessel and steadily allowing it to devise a means of escaping from this Stygian prison. Utilizing the jump engines found aboard the stricken and infected vessel, the creature would tear open a hole in this ancient prison, its own desires and hunger reawakening as it would re-enter real-space within the current galactic plane.

    The entity would slowly start to awaken, seeming eons of slumber having made the creature slow and weak, its ponderous and weaving intent seemed to drive it onward, as it began its first task, of find enough substance to re-trigger its dormant growth and biology and in due time, return to its fully actualized form, whilst it attempts to clumsily adapt to the new state of the galactic plane and the races that dwell within it, unsure of their nature or their purposes…..



    Closing Comments:
    The my general plan for the character goes as follows, this section is mostly an attempt to answer and assuage any questions or concerns the staff may have as to my motives and goals. As such, I will attempt to establish this viral entity as quietly as possible.... feed on pirates... terrorize those that travel too far beyond the well patrolled trade lanes... As I work to grow and fester this Character into something that would pose significant worry to those that venture into the unknown... I want this character to be a nagging fear when a crew ventures out beyond the trade lanes and into the unknown.. I want the players to be cautious, I want to add a sense of thrill and danger when exploring out beyond that which is commonly tread... Whilst this is by NO means a free pass to wantonly assault players for little reason,nor force infections and infestations upon them, nor find excuse to PVP ( I myself am quite terrible at such anyway) I feel that this character would add to the life force of the galaxy, it would make it somehow real and tangible in some regards.

    As someone with a decade of acting and roleplay experience under my belt, I can safely say, I hold a understanding of the finer conventions for storytelling and lore crafting... Whilst common sense says it might be the WISEST thing to simply annihilate a wander that stumbles into my sector of the galaxy... The story writer within says most INTERESTING manner would be to damage their vessel and allow them to limp back to their home, to tell of what they encountered in the depths of space, or to just give chase and cause them to flee!.... THAT Is good story telling to me.... When one sets aside the notion of "winning" and instead... Crafts a story for OTHERS to delve into and enjoy.. That is my plan simply put, to write a story, for others to engage with and hopefully enjoy, while we explore this brave new universe!
     

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    Character Application


    IGN: Shaytan_Khabith

    Character Name:
    Shaytan Khabith
    “Malignant Demon” in the old tongue, entity does not appear to respond nor report to a singular title, name was attributed to the creature in the aftermath of the recovery and salvage of logs from a stricken cargo vessel suffering from early stages of infection and consumption.

    Character Age: [: Unknown : Unable to accurately date, due to extra-dimensional nature]
    Radiocarbon dating of isolated samples, leads the base entity to be several hundred years old, however chemical composition of the entity does not match commonly found markers found within this galaxy, leading researchers to suggest it may be a trans-dimensional entity, spurring from the various wormholes that have come open as of late, or it may be a trans-galactic entity, having ebbed its way from the void between galaxies. As of this time, efforts to accurately date the entity have been less than forthcoming.

    Character Race: (Sentient Bio-Mechanical Virulent Organism)
    ( It Is incapable of direct speech, though it can mimic radio transmissions and human dialogue flawlessly, it is, for now, mostly unaware of what it is truly saying, much akin to an angler fish, twirling its bait before its gaping maw, the Shaytan does so with panicked distress calls and horrified cries of infected crew, long since consumed. It has, through the infusion and infestation of many minds and skill sets, has developed an effective understanding of space travel. It is either incapable or disinterested in understanding morality in any capacity, as such it currently holds no opinion beyond its immediate self, and its most basic functions of consumption, and survival)



    Character Description:
    Whilst in its current weakened state, the Shaytan is a festering mound of decaying organisms, conducted and organized into a central logic system. Using the viability of organic synaptic relays as its conductors and logic engines, the entity is comprised of a rotting nexus of organic parts and mechanical interfaces that permit the entity to extend its control over a vessel's systems and foster its infection. The entity is fully capable of condensing its presence down and interfacing itself with a conventional bipedal humanoid spacesuit if the need strikes it, otherwise it will simply meld into the complex and infested network of fleshy conduits and partially digested mechanical relays, that permit it to govern and control a vessel. Whilst in a humanoid state, the entity will be only able to communicate via extremely limited and crude vocal re-processors, as it attempts to simulate common speech, its ability is somewhat limited as it is cut off from the processing power of its central hive, most normally located within an infected vessel.


    Stages of Infection:
    Stage 1) Incubation Stage

    Whilst infesting a vessel, only light to moderate signs of infection are present.. most notably, it is recorded that vessels are depressurized, as this virus functions most effectively in the void. Vessels suffering from Stage 1) Have their crews consumed and their control systems infested and infused with, by the crude data infections from rotting neural implants from the crew it consumes. Vessels in this stage... if properly purged and scoured, can be salvaged and returned to duty. During this stage the virus consumes as much organic and non-organic material as possible in preparation for its Pupation Stage.


    Stage 2) Pupation Stage

    During the course of infection, should a vessel remain in its clutches long enough for the virus to pupate, the vessel would radically warp and shift, pushing noxious fleshy sores will sprout from various and toxic ruptures to the hull, the deck of the vessel will slowly be eaten away, being replaced with organic matter as it grows and festers, during this stage, the vessels will seek out others of either their kind or those lacking infestation, and attempt to infect them directly, once infected, the host vessel will consume and integrate any material present in the victim into its own systems and bubonic hull.. Ships trapped within this stage, are neer worth salvaging... in most cases it is wiser to put them to the torch, then to allow them to reach their final stage.


    Stage 3) Maturity Stage

    Having spent the longest spans of time, growing, feeding and mutating, this is the final stage of the infections' lifespan... hulking corpses of once valiant ships, fused relentlessly into a single organic nexus of blight, vessel that have reached this stage, are hardly recognizable by the craftsmen that founded them.. the thick and unnatural layers of bio-mass, flesh, sinew, bones and teeth keep this pulsating creature moving forward, relentlessly consuming all that come across its path... Its captives weapons long since fused, are its main source of defense alongside hordes of infected strike craft or infected vessels ... whilst it will always seek to cripple vessels and consume them, if it perceives itself in dire straits... it will unleash its macabre arsenal upon its attackers in a desperate attempt at self preservation.... Within this mound of churning flesh, steel and energy, the creature gestates and broods smaller organisms, that can be seen flying about it in a miasmic cloud... It is at this stage the vessel, concentrates its neural synapse into its "core" .... Vessels of this classification are nothing but harbingers of infestation and sirens of doomsday... Whilst the virus is still in its infant stages and unaccustomed to the world about it ... It is entirely theoretical it will eventually develop to this stage, if left unchecked....


    Alignment: True Neutral
    (It is not driven by creed, nor belief nor vengeance, nor conventional thought, its holds only to the laws of the jungle, it exists to consume, expand and grow, like all primal lifeforms do, it has no current master.)



    Character Backstory:
    Hailing from unknown regions and stranger still times in space, the entity know as Shaytan Khabith, festered and roiled in the planes between realities, sealed soundly away from the rest of the galaxy within a gravitational tesseract by some unknown entities that sought to isolate and contain it for an indeterminate length of time, prior to the wormhole incidents that plague the galaxy in most recent history. Whatever the case maybe, the virulent entity was sealed away, contained within a Dyson Sphere that itself, was trapped between the fabrics of time and space by the extremely powerful use of gravity tethers that anchored this empty void prison between the fabric of space-time.

    The creature remained dormant and undisturbed for centuries it would seem, as time rolled onward. The complex machinations that were used to anchor and seal this creature away, were extremely intricate in nature, hinting to construction by entities or beings that held an unnaturally exceptional understanding over the multi-faceted and multilayered nature of the dimensional planes. Being such, it was gravely concerning that the makers of such a prison would go forth unto elaborate extents to seal the creature within this prison out of space and time.

    Within the current era, the chaos of these trans-dimensional wormholes, has spurred and affected the prison and its festering prisoner sealed within. The titanic power rifts that would be required to allow vessels to cross between the borders of one reality to another, has sharply weakened the containment structure, designed to keep the entity anchored between realities and harmless. Twas the misfortune of a simple cargo vessel that wound up trapped within the Dyson Sphere that soon roiled and awoke the long slumbering entity.

    Within a haze of purpose and malicious intent, the entity rapidly cannibalized the vessel and infected its crew, infusing its nature and presence within the vessel and steadily allowing it to devise a means of escaping from this Stygian prison. Utilizing the jump engines found aboard the stricken and infected vessel, the creature would tear open a hole in this ancient prison, its own desires and hunger reawakening as it would re-enter real-space within the current galactic plane.

    The entity would slowly start to awaken, seeming eons of slumber having made the creature slow and weak, its ponderous and weaving intent seemed to drive it onward, as it began its first task, of find enough substance to re-trigger its dormant growth and biology and in due time, return to its fully actualized form, whilst it attempts to clumsily adapt to the new state of the galactic plane and the races that dwell within it, unsure of their nature or their purposes…..



    Closing Comments:
    The my general plan for the character goes as follows, this section is mostly an attempt to answer and assuage any questions or concerns the staff may have as to my motives and goals. As such, I will attempt to establish this viral entity as quietly as possible.... feed on pirates... terrorize those that travel too far beyond the well patrolled trade lanes... As I work to grow and fester this Character into something that would pose significant worry to those that venture into the unknown... I want this character to be a nagging fear when a crew ventures out beyond the trade lanes and into the unknown.. I want the players to be cautious, I want to add a sense of thrill and danger when exploring out beyond that which is commonly tread... Whilst this is by NO means a free pass to wantonly assault players for little reason,nor force infections and infestations upon them, nor find excuse to PVP ( I myself am quite terrible at such anyway) I feel that this character would add to the life force of the galaxy, it would make it somehow real and tangible in some regards.

    As someone with a decade of acting and roleplay experience under my belt, I can safely say, I hold a understanding of the finer conventions for storytelling and lore crafting... Whilst common sense says it might be the WISEST thing to simply annihilate a wander that stumbles into my sector of the galaxy... The story writer within says most INTERESTING manner would be to damage their vessel and allow them to limp back to their home, to tell of what they encountered in the depths of space, or to just give chase and cause them to flee!.... THAT Is good story telling to me.... When one sets aside the notion of "winning" and instead... Crafts a story for OTHERS to delve into and enjoy.. That is my plan simply put, to write a story, for others to engage with and hopefully enjoy, while we explore this brave new universe!
    This is probably one of the best applications for a roleplay server that I have seen in ages. Although you have not used one of our current species as a base, I am interested in having this be a once in a lifetime thing. If you can give me a very nice backstory and description of your species so that we may add it to the species dossier that will be created later on, you can consider this amazing application accepted! ;):D
     
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    This is probably one of the best applications for a roleplay server that I have seen in ages. Although you have not used one of our current species as a base, I am interested in having this be a once in a lifetime thing. If you can give me a very nice backstory and description of your species so that we may add it to the species dossier that will be created later on, you can consider this amazing application accepted! ;):D
    No worries mate, I'll finish up the fluff around it and drop it to you in a PM either later tonight or tomorrow morning~ Thanks for the cordial words, keep up the awesome work on the server!
     
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    Character Application


    IGN: Shaytan_Khabith

    Character Name:
    Shaytan Khabith
    “Malignant Demon” in the old tongue, entity does not appear to respond nor report to a singular title, name was attributed to the creature in the aftermath of the recovery and salvage of logs from a stricken cargo vessel suffering from early stages of infection and consumption.

    Character Age: [: Unknown : Unable to accurately date, due to extra-dimensional nature]
    Radiocarbon dating of isolated samples, leads the base entity to be several hundred years old, however chemical composition of the entity does not match commonly found markers found within this galaxy, leading researchers to suggest it may be a trans-dimensional entity, spurring from the various wormholes that have come open as of late, or it may be a trans-galactic entity, having ebbed its way from the void between galaxies. As of this time, efforts to accurately date the entity have been less than forthcoming.

    Character Race: (Sentient Bio-Mechanical Virulent Organism)
    ( It Is incapable of direct speech, though it can mimic radio transmissions and human dialogue flawlessly, it is, for now, mostly unaware of what it is truly saying, much akin to an angler fish, twirling its bait before its gaping maw, the Shaytan does so with panicked distress calls and horrified cries of infected crew, long since consumed. It has, through the infusion and infestation of many minds and skill sets, has developed an effective understanding of space travel. It is either incapable or disinterested in understanding morality in any capacity, as such it currently holds no opinion beyond its immediate self, and its most basic functions of consumption, and survival)



    Character Description:
    Whilst in its current weakened state, the Shaytan is a festering mound of decaying organisms, conducted and organized into a central logic system. Using the viability of organic synaptic relays as its conductors and logic engines, the entity is comprised of a rotting nexus of organic parts and mechanical interfaces that permit the entity to extend its control over a vessel's systems and foster its infection. The entity is fully capable of condensing its presence down and interfacing itself with a conventional bipedal humanoid spacesuit if the need strikes it, otherwise it will simply meld into the complex and infested network of fleshy conduits and partially digested mechanical relays, that permit it to govern and control a vessel. Whilst in a humanoid state, the entity will be only able to communicate via extremely limited and crude vocal re-processors, as it attempts to simulate common speech, its ability is somewhat limited as it is cut off from the processing power of its central hive, most normally located within an infected vessel.


    Stages of Infection:
    Stage 1) Incubation Stage

    Whilst infesting a vessel, only light to moderate signs of infection are present.. most notably, it is recorded that vessels are depressurized, as this virus functions most effectively in the void. Vessels suffering from Stage 1) Have their crews consumed and their control systems infested and infused with, by the crude data infections from rotting neural implants from the crew it consumes. Vessels in this stage... if properly purged and scoured, can be salvaged and returned to duty. During this stage the virus consumes as much organic and non-organic material as possible in preparation for its Pupation Stage.


    Stage 2) Pupation Stage

    During the course of infection, should a vessel remain in its clutches long enough for the virus to pupate, the vessel would radically warp and shift, pushing noxious fleshy sores will sprout from various and toxic ruptures to the hull, the deck of the vessel will slowly be eaten away, being replaced with organic matter as it grows and festers, during this stage, the vessels will seek out others of either their kind or those lacking infestation, and attempt to infect them directly, once infected, the host vessel will consume and integrate any material present in the victim into its own systems and bubonic hull.. Ships trapped within this stage, are neer worth salvaging... in most cases it is wiser to put them to the torch, then to allow them to reach their final stage.


    Stage 3) Maturity Stage

    Having spent the longest spans of time, growing, feeding and mutating, this is the final stage of the infections' lifespan... hulking corpses of once valiant ships, fused relentlessly into a single organic nexus of blight, vessel that have reached this stage, are hardly recognizable by the craftsmen that founded them.. the thick and unnatural layers of bio-mass, flesh, sinew, bones and teeth keep this pulsating creature moving forward, relentlessly consuming all that come across its path... Its captives weapons long since fused, are its main source of defense alongside hordes of infected strike craft or infected vessels ... whilst it will always seek to cripple vessels and consume them, if it perceives itself in dire straits... it will unleash its macabre arsenal upon its attackers in a desperate attempt at self preservation.... Within this mound of churning flesh, steel and energy, the creature gestates and broods smaller organisms, that can be seen flying about it in a miasmic cloud... It is at this stage the vessel, concentrates its neural synapse into its "core" .... Vessels of this classification are nothing but harbingers of infestation and sirens of doomsday... Whilst the virus is still in its infant stages and unaccustomed to the world about it ... It is entirely theoretical it will eventually develop to this stage, if left unchecked....


    Alignment: True Neutral
    (It is not driven by creed, nor belief nor vengeance, nor conventional thought, its holds only to the laws of the jungle, it exists to consume, expand and grow, like all primal lifeforms do, it has no current master.)



    Character Backstory:
    Hailing from unknown regions and stranger still times in space, the entity know as Shaytan Khabith, festered and roiled in the planes between realities, sealed soundly away from the rest of the galaxy within a gravitational tesseract by some unknown entities that sought to isolate and contain it for an indeterminate length of time, prior to the wormhole incidents that plague the galaxy in most recent history. Whatever the case maybe, the virulent entity was sealed away, contained within a Dyson Sphere that itself, was trapped between the fabrics of time and space by the extremely powerful use of gravity tethers that anchored this empty void prison between the fabric of space-time.

    The creature remained dormant and undisturbed for centuries it would seem, as time rolled onward. The complex machinations that were used to anchor and seal this creature away, were extremely intricate in nature, hinting to construction by entities or beings that held an unnaturally exceptional understanding over the multi-faceted and multilayered nature of the dimensional planes. Being such, it was gravely concerning that the makers of such a prison would go forth unto elaborate extents to seal the creature within this prison out of space and time.

    Within the current era, the chaos of these trans-dimensional wormholes, has spurred and affected the prison and its festering prisoner sealed within. The titanic power rifts that would be required to allow vessels to cross between the borders of one reality to another, has sharply weakened the containment structure, designed to keep the entity anchored between realities and harmless. Twas the misfortune of a simple cargo vessel that wound up trapped within the Dyson Sphere that soon roiled and awoke the long slumbering entity.

    Within a haze of purpose and malicious intent, the entity rapidly cannibalized the vessel and infected its crew, infusing its nature and presence within the vessel and steadily allowing it to devise a means of escaping from this Stygian prison. Utilizing the jump engines found aboard the stricken and infected vessel, the creature would tear open a hole in this ancient prison, its own desires and hunger reawakening as it would re-enter real-space within the current galactic plane.

    The entity would slowly start to awaken, seeming eons of slumber having made the creature slow and weak, its ponderous and weaving intent seemed to drive it onward, as it began its first task, of find enough substance to re-trigger its dormant growth and biology and in due time, return to its fully actualized form, whilst it attempts to clumsily adapt to the new state of the galactic plane and the races that dwell within it, unsure of their nature or their purposes…..



    Closing Comments:
    The my general plan for the character goes as follows, this section is mostly an attempt to answer and assuage any questions or concerns the staff may have as to my motives and goals. As such, I will attempt to establish this viral entity as quietly as possible.... feed on pirates... terrorize those that travel too far beyond the well patrolled trade lanes... As I work to grow and fester this Character into something that would pose significant worry to those that venture into the unknown... I want this character to be a nagging fear when a crew ventures out beyond the trade lanes and into the unknown.. I want the players to be cautious, I want to add a sense of thrill and danger when exploring out beyond that which is commonly tread... Whilst this is by NO means a free pass to wantonly assault players for little reason,nor force infections and infestations upon them, nor find excuse to PVP ( I myself am quite terrible at such anyway) I feel that this character would add to the life force of the galaxy, it would make it somehow real and tangible in some regards.

    As someone with a decade of acting and roleplay experience under my belt, I can safely say, I hold a understanding of the finer conventions for storytelling and lore crafting... Whilst common sense says it might be the WISEST thing to simply annihilate a wander that stumbles into my sector of the galaxy... The story writer within says most INTERESTING manner would be to damage their vessel and allow them to limp back to their home, to tell of what they encountered in the depths of space, or to just give chase and cause them to flee!.... THAT Is good story telling to me.... When one sets aside the notion of "winning" and instead... Crafts a story for OTHERS to delve into and enjoy.. That is my plan simply put, to write a story, for others to engage with and hopefully enjoy, while we explore this brave new universe!
    You Sir, or Ma'am, are accepted, under one condition, I must ask you to write up another character from our selection of races to simply see what you can do, cause this, this excites me, your application, very well done.
     
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    You Sir, or Ma'am, are accepted, under one condition, I must ask you to write up another character from our selection of races to simply see what you can do, cause this, this excites me, your application, very well done.
    Huh... alright I can crank one out, isn't any problem in all honesty.

    But for clarification's sake, is the character I will be drafting, purely for proof of ability reasons, or I am I drafting a character I am supposed to actively play?

    Just need to know what I am writing for~ Thanks again for the cordial words~
     
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    Huh... alright I can crank one out, isn't any problem in all honesty.

    But for clarification's sake, is the character I will be drafting, purely for proof of ability reasons, or I am I drafting a character I am supposed to actively play?

    Just need to know what I am writing for~ Thanks again for the cordial words~
    Well, it's your choice, I'd poke you to RP it as well but it's not my call, that's simply yours! (Oh, and welcome to the server!)
     

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    Huh... alright I can crank one out, isn't any problem in all honesty.

    But for clarification's sake, is the character I will be drafting, purely for proof of ability reasons, or I am I drafting a character I am supposed to actively play?

    Just need to know what I am writing for~ Thanks again for the cordial words~
    It will mainly be so that we know that you can indeed follow our server lore, but anything beyond that is up to you ;)
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    Many thanks to Lidren for helping us set it up!
     
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    Character Application


    IGN: Isabella_Violet


    Character Name: Isabella “Ultra” Violet


    Character Age: 28


    Character Race: “Rave” Human


    Character Description:

    Standing in at a stout 5’3, the thin and gaunt figure of Isabella, routinely is draped with thick oil stained coveralls, their colors vibrant in keeping with her homestation’s personal taste for the exotic and vibrant. Routinely she finds herself calibrating the various hardlight attachments that criss-cross her outfit, when not in her working coveralls, she is found lounging about with a hard-light crop-top, with loose and baggy pants of either pale white or deep black, various lights running down the length of her legs and such. Upon her waist one would find well rigged and heavy equipment belt, covered in mechanical tools and common machine parts that would be required for swift and easy repairs, however never one to be unarmed, she bears a focused handgun, the exterior and focusing laser for its crystal are heavily modified.

    Covering her mouth eternally, she wears a rebreather, a slight and stylish mask that covers her mouth and nose and seals them from outside oxygen, the reason primarily was for medical purposes as due to an accidental combustion of various chemicals, she was forced to breath in enriched oxygen as her damaged lungs are unable to handle conventional atmosphere. Whilst not common, she routinely finds herself in need of replenished oxygen so that she may continue breathing, thus so she is understandably extremely protective of her jaw and her mask.

    Her flesh of her stomach is tattooed heavily various holo-tats faintly glow across her stomach as her current motif is designed to follow a somewhat mechanical theme, the holo-tattoo’s depict a dance between a natural thorned rose and the whirring gears of a titanic machine. The detail is quite impressive and implies she is possesses her own sizable cache of funds. The tattoo’s come to a halt before the nap of her neck, before racing down her left and right arm. Her hair follows much the same pattern of her tattoo’s her hair routinely pulled into a duel pony tails. Each one bearing flexible glowing lights that hang down from the tails that swing about shoulder length from the sides of her head. Her hair is dyed heavily, dyed a deep black, with bright neon stripes that run the length of her style.


    Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

    Whilst she does not heed to any stated law nor code, her own ethics drives her unto action, she is not above petty theft nor sabotage if given the chance. However she does hold a personal distaste for killing or physical harm, and thus avoids such at all cost if viable.


    Character Backstory:

    Hailing from the “Rave”, Isabella was never one to properly fit into the controlled chaos of the station, her presence however was invaluable due to the mechanical and technical talents she possessed. The exotic engineer was trained whilst aboard a roving mining vessel to maintain and repair the myriad of systems that comprise the bulk of the traditional vessel. Whilst her training was informal, she clung to it sharply and displayed an intense natural talent for the mechanical, as such when she returned to the “Rave” her first priority was to attempt to establish a repair and construction yard that would aim to net her a fair bout of income for her duties.

    For a time, Isabella dwelled on the “Rave” but, certainly one can only endure such chaotic and self indulgent styles of living for but a short time before one grows weary of the pleasures of the physical world. Due to a well timed grease fire, that severely damaged her lungs and the lower portions of her jaw, she found that lacking the ability to relate effectively to common human’s that dwelled on the station, she was prompted to head forth and venture unto the stars, hoping to find her proper place among the myriad of other works and stations that drift about the universe. However due to the loud and party-like atmosphere nature of her home, she finds it somewhat difficult to properly mend and meld with the greater whole of the galactic community, her personality is highly divisive, leading many to either like her and her natural spunk, or dismiss her as a spoiled punk, good for nothing.

    Thusly having been struck by a bout of wanderlust and an engineer at heart, her own curiosities drawing her unto the depths of space as she eagerly looked forth aiming to find new knowledge and methods of shipbuilding and repair that would allow her to make her mark and by extensions her wealth. Her current passions focus squarely upon aesthetically strange designs, many of her concepts wax extremely alien and xeno in design and nature. Her current focus leads her to seek the means to make her dreams a reality, and the current chaos of the wormhole incidents of late, permit her the chance to seek out other crafters whom may be able to make the far-fetched ideas of this eccentric young engineer, possible.
     

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    Character Application


    IGN: Isabella_Violet


    Character Name: Isabella “Ultra” Violet


    Character Age: 28


    Character Race: “Rave” Human


    Character Description:

    Standing in at a stout 5’3, the thin and gaunt figure of Isabella, routinely is draped with thick oil stained coveralls, their colors vibrant in keeping with her homestation’s personal taste for the exotic and vibrant. Routinely she finds herself calibrating the various hardlight attachments that criss-cross her outfit, when not in her working coveralls, she is found lounging about with a hard-light crop-top, with loose and baggy pants of either pale white or deep black, various lights running down the length of her legs and such. Upon her waist one would find well rigged and heavy equipment belt, covered in mechanical tools and common machine parts that would be required for swift and easy repairs, however never one to be unarmed, she bears a focused handgun, the exterior and focusing laser for its crystal are heavily modified.

    Covering her mouth eternally, she wears a rebreather, a slight and stylish mask that covers her mouth and nose and seals them from outside oxygen, the reason primarily was for medical purposes as due to an accidental combustion of various chemicals, she was forced to breath in enriched oxygen as her damaged lungs are unable to handle conventional atmosphere. Whilst not common, she routinely finds herself in need of replenished oxygen so that she may continue breathing, thus so she is understandably extremely protective of her jaw and her mask.

    Her flesh of her stomach is tattooed heavily various holo-tats faintly glow across her stomach as her current motif is designed to follow a somewhat mechanical theme, the holo-tattoo’s depict a dance between a natural thorned rose and the whirring gears of a titanic machine. The detail is quite impressive and implies she is possesses her own sizable cache of funds. The tattoo’s come to a halt before the nap of her neck, before racing down her left and right arm. Her hair follows much the same pattern of her tattoo’s her hair routinely pulled into a duel pony tails. Each one bearing flexible glowing lights that hang down from the tails that swing about shoulder length from the sides of her head. Her hair is dyed heavily, dyed a deep black, with bright neon stripes that run the length of her style.


    Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

    Whilst she does not heed to any stated law nor code, her own ethics drives her unto action, she is not above petty theft nor sabotage if given the chance. However she does hold a personal distaste for killing or physical harm, and thus avoids such at all cost if viable.


    Character Backstory:

    Hailing from the “Rave”, Isabella was never one to properly fit into the controlled chaos of the station, her presence however was invaluable due to the mechanical and technical talents she possessed. The exotic engineer was trained whilst aboard a roving mining vessel to maintain and repair the myriad of systems that comprise the bulk of the traditional vessel. Whilst her training was informal, she clung to it sharply and displayed an intense natural talent for the mechanical, as such when she returned to the “Rave” her first priority was to attempt to establish a repair and construction yard that would aim to net her a fair bout of income for her duties.

    For a time, Isabella dwelled on the “Rave” but, certainly one can only endure such chaotic and self indulgent styles of living for but a short time before one grows weary of the pleasures of the physical world. Due to a well timed grease fire, that severely damaged her lungs and the lower portions of her jaw, she found that lacking the ability to relate effectively to common human’s that dwelled on the station, she was prompted to head forth and venture unto the stars, hoping to find her proper place among the myriad of other works and stations that drift about the universe. However due to the loud and party-like atmosphere nature of her home, she finds it somewhat difficult to properly mend and meld with the greater whole of the galactic community, her personality is highly divisive, leading many to either like her and her natural spunk, or dismiss her as a spoiled punk, good for nothing.

    Thusly having been struck by a bout of wanderlust and an engineer at heart, her own curiosities drawing her unto the depths of space as she eagerly looked forth aiming to find new knowledge and methods of shipbuilding and repair that would allow her to make her mark and by extensions her wealth. Her current passions focus squarely upon aesthetically strange designs, many of her concepts wax extremely alien and xeno in design and nature. Her current focus leads her to seek the means to make her dreams a reality, and the current chaos of the wormhole incidents of late, permit her the chance to seek out other crafters whom may be able to make the far-fetched ideas of this eccentric young engineer, possible.
    As with the other, this is an excellent application! You are accepted! Am wondering though, will you be using one of these or both?
     

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    The website is now mostly complete! People can now create a character application on the website rather than here if they wish. We have also posted the current WIP on there, and the forums are fully operational!
     
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    Character Name: The Marvelous Mr. Zero
    Character Age: 26

    Character Race: Human/ Zoanthrope: Tiger-Prone to fits of Psychotic rage when pissed off sufficiently<-hard to do as he is impossibly lazy unless he is exercising his artistic spirit.
    Character Description: 5'10 Dark skinned male sporting a mohawk, cornrows, ponytail combo he lovingly calls a meat grinder. Large, broad shoulders, dark full beard, green eyes, has overbite and a perpetual scowl. Always wears a White and gold sparkling luchador mask styled after a moth with antenna, a cowboy hat and a long sleeved overcoat/duster with an extremely fluffy fur Boa built into the collar. Wears cargo pants made of the latest high tech materials: multiple attachment points, deep deep pockets, armored plates in several areas and a self drying feature. Also wears combat boots built on a modular design able to remove and add features on the fly. He is built like a particularly limber tank of a human being and knows it. Fast on his feet and loves to fight viable targets ( no beating on people that don't have a snowballs chance in heck of hurting him, those that do not wish to fight or those that are unacceptable targets in a civilized suciety)
    Character Backstory: Early childhood: On an unimportant planet in and unimportant system in an eve more unimportant galaxy was born a child. This child born to middle wage parents that did their best to raise said child with modern values was a lesson in opposites. This child was broken from birth in a very extreme way, this child was prone to uncontrollable fits of rage. One day while watching the local equivalent of tv he happend upon a unique channel, a channel filled with men and women fighting for glory, honor, tradition, and self refinement. Than day this child developed the other end of his opposite equation, a love for all things related to the arts of the body and mind. On that day this child promised himself to become just like all of those people that he idolized weather they be winners or losers.
    Teen years: That child grew into a boy and then into a young man. This young man after years of developing his martial art also developed a healthy love of all other forms of art and refinement. Eventually he entered the world circuit at age 20 after 5 years of training with the moth kings who taught him a unique method of thought......
    is it worth the effort to get up, run across the room, then plow some stupid sods skull into the pavement only to get into trouble with the law and potentially having to fight them too? No? well then don't bother!!!
    Adult hood: After multiple world victories for the school of Moths as the masked wrestler LA Fantacia Consado (The Pale Fantasy) he retired to build ships for the same company that his family works for: Aurora corp. After having partial success as a ship builder (
    as people do not believe a wrestler could build ships) he chose to become a Prospector for Aurora corp and set out into the great unknown to find all sorts of things and explore the universe. He packed everything he could into his little ship setup his cryo pod and shot off into the great unknown! Years later in another place and time he would realize that flying through space while asleep wasn't he brightest moment, as his ship promptly got last within a void in space and was lost to his universe forever.
    The present: All systems nominal, sensors online. checking navigation matrix, navigation unable to determine heading. Star map does not match local star clusters, deliberating...........cryo waking protocols activated user input needed. Large gravity anomaly detected multiple radar and tight beam com pings detected. Fssssshhhhhhhhhhh....45 seconds remaining to wake up.

    Is this good guys?
     

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    IGN: Mr_Zero
    Character Name: The Marvelous Mr. Zero
    Character Age: 26

    Character Race: Human/ Zoanthrope: Tiger-Prone to fits of Psychotic rage when pissed off sufficiently<-hard to do as he is impossibly lazy unless he is exercising his artistic spirit.
    Character Description: 5'10 Dark skinned male sporting a mohawk, cornrows, ponytail combo he lovingly calls a meat grinder. Large, broad shoulders, dark full beard, green eyes, has overbite and a perpetual scowl. Always wears a White and gold sparkling luchador mask styled after a moth with antenna, a cowboy hat and a long sleeved overcoat/duster with an extremely fluffy fur Boa built into the collar. Wears cargo pants made of the latest high tech materials: multiple attachment points, deep deep pockets, armored plates in several areas and a self drying feature. Also wears combat boots built on a modular design able to remove and add features on the fly. He is built like a particularly limber tank of a human being and knows it. Fast on his feet and loves to fight viable targets ( no beating on people that don't have a snowballs chance in heck of hurting him, those that do not wish to fight or those that are unacceptable targets in a civilized suciety)
    Character Backstory: Early childhood: On an unimportant planet in and unimportant system in an eve more unimportant galaxy was born a child. This child born to middle wage parents that did their best to raise said child with modern values was a lesson in opposites. This child was broken from birth in a very extreme way, this child was prone to uncontrollable fits of rage. One day while watching the local equivalent of tv he happend upon a unique channel, a channel filled with men and women fighting for glory, honor, tradition, and self refinement. Than day this child developed the other end of his opposite equation, a love for all things related to the arts of the body and mind. On that day this child promised himself to become just like all of those people that he idolized weather they be winners or losers.
    Teen years: That child grew into a boy and then into a young man. This young man after years of developing his martial art also developed a healthy love of all other forms of art and refinement. Eventually he entered the world circuit at age 20 after 5 years of training with the moth kings who taught him a unique method of thought......
    is it worth the effort to get up, run across the room, then plow some stupid sods skull into the pavement only to get into trouble with the law and potentially having to fight them too? No? well then don't bother!!!
    Adult hood: After multiple world victories for the school of Moths as the masked wrestler LA Fantacia Consado (The Pale Fantasy) he retired to build ships for the same company that his family works for: Aurora corp. After having partial success as a ship builder (
    as people do not believe a wrestler could build ships) he chose to become a Prospector for Aurora corp and set out into the great unknown to find all sorts of things and explore the universe. He packed everything he could into his little ship setup his cryo pod and shot off into the great unknown! Years later in another place and time he would realize that flying through space while asleep wasn't he brightest moment, as his ship promptly got last within a void in space and was lost to his universe forever.
    The present: All systems nominal, sensors online. checking navigation matrix, navigation unable to determine heading. Star map does not match local star clusters, deliberating...........cryo waking protocols activated user input needed. Large gravity anomaly detected multiple radar and tight beam com pings detected. Fssssshhhhhhhhhhh....45 seconds remaining to wake up.

    Is this good guys?
    This is an extremely detailed backstory! Welcome back Ginzored, consider your application accepted!
     
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    IGN: Whitey
    Character Name: YT-RED
    Character Age: (?)

    Character Race: Corvaxian AI
    Character Description: YT looks less like a standard unique automaton and more like a sad joke among artificial kind. Instead of human-emulating facial features, artificial skin, or otherwise proper features, he appears to be designed in a primitive, barbaric fashion, merely a squared body with segmented limbs, exposed circuitry lining most of his body, and an enormous red beacon instead of a head.
    Character Backstory: It is one thing to be designed to be among other kinds. It is another entirely to be designed as a prototype in a haphazard manner. YT, (a designation he has referred to as long as his memory had been functioning,) appears to be one of the earliest automatons designed by the Kal'uran. His civilized assimilation into other societies is a laughable prospect, as his inner workings seem devoid of retaining information on social protocol for very long, a fault of his inferior memory structure. Never-the-less, one thing that the solemn simulacrum has to claim for his own is a meticulous study of his origins. Most living beings have at least some discourse on the beginnings of the universe, their kind. YT was built with part of this, but the mysteries behind the concept of "creation," combined with his prototypical operating system, merely knowing he was "built" was not enough. Though his conundrum is literally as old as existence itself, along the way he had inadvertently begun to experiment into self-replication. His methods of experimenting and testing his hypotheses about the beginnings of history itself led to him designing robot who was designed to make robots who was designed to replicate again. This is not to say his methods are perfect nor has he found the answers he looks for, but this technological understanding he had picked up along the way brought many blessings. For one, though his inability to function correctly with other beings had impaired his search in many ways, the ability to create partial personalities in his automatons gave him companionship. All the same, this was but one application; eventually in the harsh nature of a world ripe with groups like the Deathstalkers, his talents, by necessity, turned towards more protective, arguably destructive. Without explicitly wishing harm or violence, his logic led his endless creation to functionalities that were perhaps better suited to the current state of the stars. His orbital station of study was converted into a massive arms factory, and soon enough the company he created was weaponized.

    The short of his history is a creation seeking the mysteries of universal creation, and attempting to imitate it. As he is known now, however, he is a paranoid, potentially dangerous entity. He is theorized to have gone mad with the secrets he had managed to find out, or simply began to malfunction.
     

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    IGN: Whitey
    Character Name: YT-RED
    Character Age: (?)

    Character Race: Corvaxian AI
    Character Description: YT looks less like a standard unique automaton and more like a sad joke among artificial kind. Instead of human-emulating facial features, artificial skin, or otherwise proper features, he appears to be designed in a primitive, barbaric fashion, merely a squared body with segmented limbs, exposed circuitry lining most of his body, and an enormous red beacon instead of a head.
    Character Backstory: It is one thing to be designed to be among other kinds. It is another entirely to be designed as a prototype in a haphazard manner. YT, (a designation he has referred to as long as his memory had been functioning,) appears to be one of the earliest automatons designed by the Kal'uran. His civilized assimilation into other societies is a laughable prospect, as his inner workings seem devoid of retaining information on social protocol for very long, a fault of his inferior memory structure. Never-the-less, one thing that the solemn simulacrum has to claim for his own is a meticulous study of his origins. Most living beings have at least some discourse on the beginnings of the universe, their kind. YT was built with part of this, but the mysteries behind the concept of "creation," combined with his prototypical operating system, merely knowing he was "built" was not enough. Though his conundrum is literally as old as existence itself, along the way he had inadvertently begun to experiment into self-replication. His methods of experimenting and testing his hypotheses about the beginnings of history itself led to him designing robot who was designed to make robots who was designed to replicate again. This is not to say his methods are perfect nor has he found the answers he looks for, but this technological understanding he had picked up along the way brought many blessings. For one, though his inability to function correctly with other beings had impaired his search in many ways, the ability to create partial personalities in his automatons gave him companionship. All the same, this was but one application; eventually in the harsh nature of a world ripe with groups like the Deathstalkers, his talents, by necessity, turned towards more protective, arguably destructive. Without explicitly wishing harm or violence, his logic led his endless creation to functionalities that were perhaps better suited to the current state of the stars. His orbital station of study was converted into a massive arms factory, and soon enough the company he created was weaponized.

    The short of his history is a creation seeking the mysteries of universal creation, and attempting to imitate it. As he is known now, however, he is a paranoid, potentially dangerous entity. He is theorized to have gone mad with the secrets he had managed to find out, or simply began to malfunction.
    Most of this is really nice, but there are 2 problems that need to be fixed in order for you to be accepted. Firstly, and the main thing, is that your IGN has to represent your character. 'Whitey, while representing your starmade dock username, does not have anything to do with your actual character. The less important thing is your mention of the Kal'Uran. Although that was a fundamental part of the old SR's lore, it does not exist in SR 2.0's lore.
    If you can fix those 2 things, your whitelist application will be considered as accepted. ;)
     
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    Most of this is really nice, but there are 2 problems that need to be fixed in order for you to be accepted. Firstly, and the main thing, is that your IGN has to represent your character. 'Whitey, while representing your starmade dock username, does not have anything to do with your actual character. The less important thing is your mention of the Kal'Uran. Although that was a fundamental part of the old SR's lore, it does not exist in SR 2.0's lore.
    If you can fix those 2 things, your whitelist application will be considered as accepted. ;)
    Haha, it's the pronunciation, but I'll just set that to YT for now.

    Additionally, in that case, since that's the page with the species on it, is there a comparable alternative or an updated page with the info that I could look at to fix it?
     

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    Haha, it's the pronunciation, but I'll just set that to YT for now.

    Additionally, in that case, since that's the page with the species on it, is there a comparable alternative or an updated page with the info that I could look at to fix it?
    I think you read it wrong. (No offense meant by that) By any chance, were you thinking of the Lizard species we based off of the Kal'Uran? (Kovok’Uvu)