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The young Terrans of Alexander Strukov! (Military Honour-Industrial Focus/Free Society)

2 (11.8%)

The monstrous Korpr Flock of Quôth! (Warrior Species-Resourceful Converter)

2 (11.8%)

The AI-guided Tellian Dominion of RAPTOR! (Army Focus-Offensive Traditions)

2 (11.8%)

The animalborn Zel'Akar Flame of Alexander Zexterra! (Naval Focus-Warbased Infrastructure)

3 (17.6%)

The enigmatic Einhander Union of Omnorbo! (Fast Pop Growth-Stable Culture)

4 (23.5%)

The industrious Reretia Confederacy! (Military Honour-Industrial Focus)

1 (5.9%)

The reptilian Dalorians of Galros! (Militaristic Culture-Fast Pop Growth)

2 (11.8%)

The dignified Teleri of Galadóre! (Military Honour-Stable Culture)

1 (5.9%)

Total Members Voted: 16

[Ghazkull]

Yay

[Ardas]

So.... how long before we choose?

[Digital Hellhound]

So.... how long before we choose?

I'm going to wait for more civilization apps. I guess tomorrow or the day after that I'll make a poll/gather votes.

[Taricus]

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Race Name: Humans - Mechanoids
Race Description: (Humans as usual. Just describing the Mechanoids).
Mechanoids are an ingenious attempt to build robots in a humanoid, This enables a much larger degree in freedom in terms of infiltration and combat for the Dominion, and as all units produced are autonomous units, they function as well, if not better than humans at a great deal of tasks. Type one Mechs, also known as "Gremlins" are about a metre tall, and are used as auxiliaries and vehicle pilots. Gremlins are not fully sentiet, reasoning beings upon point of manufacture, it takes time for their coding to adapt to a "True" level of intelligence, in which they are then formally counted on the census as part of the mechanoid population. An interesting feature of the Gremlins is that they're unusually roboust, and can be made readliy provided the tools and materials are nearby.

Type two Mechanoids are the humanlike "Synths" ever present within the Dominion, used in just about every military and policing role, to the point that the two roles overlap. A Synth is indistiguishable from a regular human (Until both are unclothed, then a major difference is usually found) and in many ways superior due to their robotic nature. Unlike their Gremlin cousins, Synths require more specific rare materials and specialised facilites to create more, as well as a dedicated coder for their intelligence to be "Imprinted". Synths usually regard their coder as a progenetor. Most Synths are programmed by the AI in charge of the Dominion, ensuring that the dominions goals are hard-coded into every Synth.

Civilization Name: Tellian Dominion.
Capital Name: Tellus
Form of Government: Cybercratic Authoritarian Regime.
Civilization Description: The Dominion is a heavily militarized spanning several clusters, and though it is still expanding, the rate of colonization has decreased dramatically. The dominion heavily regulates human reproduction, removing the necessary organs from them and placing them into specialized facilites. This is neccessary due to the fact that they also get retroviral inplants, which have a side effect of causing a great deal of birth defects. Replacement hormonal glands are provided to all but the psionically capable, who are then sent to orbital facilites to train their abilites. Dropouts of these academies are always terminated with extreme prejudice, usually out the airlock.

Most humans are well educated, but are generally relegated in most roles due to the extensive automation of the industry. Most usually take up occupations within the arts or sciences, with some rarely choosing to go into the military full time athough most recive an extensive militia training.

The Dominion has existed for centuries, with it's existance being before FTL travel for humanity, and heralding it's arrival. For humanity, a time before the mechanoids is near-unheard of, and it seems if the mechanoids prefer to keep it that way.

The Dominion's main holding on Tellus is not on it's surface, but at it's L5 point. Primus station houses both the extensive FTL communication equipment needed to maintain the colonies, as well as the computer hardware needed to run the central AI, RAPTOR.

Dominion architecture is sleek, elegant, efficient and undecorated. The dominion prides itself on the strength of it's arcologies and other facilites on the frontier, and it's cities on the core worlds. It's ship deisgns take a page from their architectural designs, build it the strongest they're able to, and keep the design from having any glaring weaknesses. This usually means Dominion ships are stronger than what their size would suggest, though their weapons remain comparable to most species.

Civilization Traits: Army Focus, Offensive Traditions

Ruler Name: RAPTOR
Ruler Description: An AI
Ruler Bio: [RESTRICED ACCESS]

Not finished as of yet. Will post more soon

[adwarf]

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Race Name: Zel'akar
Race Description: The Zel'akar are not truly a race, but a collection of races, in the ancient tongue Zel'akar means the 'Animal Born', or beasts and animals that have risen to enlightenment, and sentience through years of struggle, strife, and bloodshed. The three prominent races of the Zel'akar are the Dragon-born, Wulgars, and Neeatola.
Civilization Name (if separate from race): Flame of Liaras
Capital Name: Tikara
Form of Government: Monarchy [The Royal Blood line of the Dragon-born has held the throne for centuries]
Civilization Description: The Zel'akar are ruled by the noble bloodline of the Zexterra Dragon-born bloodline, they freed the numerous races of the Zel'akar from slavery, and delivered them into a nation where the entire population had experienced the exact same things. Beneath this new flag they grew, flourished, and conquered the lands to form the nation they are today. Deep rooted religious beliefs in the War Goddess Liaras, has led to both their nation's name, and the belief in equality among their race. Led by numerous kings that have helped the nation flourish they have grew to be a more war inclined race, prospering from the numerous wars they have fought.

Numerous cultures, and kingdoms pledge their loyalty to the Zexterra family, a family of Kings chosen by the Goddess Liaras, and marked by a sheath of flames upon their birth. Being the ruling family the Zexterra royalty have immense power, but if their people sense their leader to be unfit (Rare because of them being chosen by the Goddess herself) they can dethrone that lord, and put another in his place, though never taking the lord's life unless his crimes are so severe it is seen to be required for the cleansing of his soul for rebirth.
Civilization Traits: Naval Focus, War-based Infrastructure

Ruler Name: Alexander Salar Zexterra
Ruler Description: Alexander is towering person, even for one of the Dragon-born as he stands nearly nine feet tall, his scales are a soft golden color, and his eyes are matching, looking as if they are liquid gold. With massive wings spanning nearly five feet in length Alexander makes a magnificent figure.
Ruler Bio: Alexander was born from one of the lower branch families of the Zexterra families, he was the first chosen ruler to be birthed from his branch, and as thus was a celebrated occasion. He was born into the Salar branch of the family, a family that had for the last three decades supplied genius military commanders, and warriors to the ranks of the Flames military. He was thrown out of the house, and into the wilds to survive on his own for six years, when he returned he was great warrior, and leader bringing with him one of the lost tribes of the Zel'akar.

[Dwarmin]

Race Name: Einhander

Race Description:Only seeming Humanoid in the vaguest sense, an 'Einhander' is actually a conglomerate soup of thousands upon thousands of macroscopic multicelluar beings-held together in advanced armored space suits, the only resemble a bulky human figure. An odd life form, to be sure.

When space explorers first encountered these 'living suits', they were truly surprised to realize it was not a truly technological being. Noticing their tendency to only have 'one hand'-the other limbs are modular components that can be used for a variety of things (they like cutting implements)-they were dubbed 'Einhanders'. Every single one is exactly 8 feet all measured to the nanometer, and weighs somewhere around 500 pounds. These suits are almost uniformally white, as are their ships and everything else they make. Simply enough, they can't perceive colors. The best way to differentiate them is by their battle damage-Einhanders can repair and clean their suits easily enough, but they leave certain marks, almost as trophies.

First contact was predictably violent-and they were, and are quite well adapted to engage it if threatened.

Einhanders are not by nature, a malicious species-nor are they overburdened with empathy. Or much in the way of emotions at all, at least in the way we understand them. Einhanders do have individual personalities, but they are difficult to comprehend,

They are for now a solitary race-and while occasionally they gather to share information, and who knows what else, most often, they're found relentlessly earning funds to fuel their suits with nutrition supplements-sometimes through pirate or mercenary work, other times through trade or honest business. People who 'know' them, say that a particular Einhander can engage in one, or both, with no compunctions whatsoever. More importantly, their numbers and strength are growing every year-and many suspect they'll soon declare themselves more than just a wandering race.

What complicates things is that their suits are, in fact, sprawling cities-housing billions of these tiny, unnamed beings, living their own bizarre existence, apart from us. In fact, they don't even seem to be interested in communicating with us-when Einhanders speak, it's in a simulated voice, often formulated from the person they are talking to. What we do know, is that they can feel fear-and hate...there is no race with a greater reputation for revenge than the Einhanders. Those who damage the interior of their suits (which could be considered an act of genocide) are marked not only for death, but a painful one.

Everything is truly a matter of perspective-and these bizarre giants will likely never be truly understood. No one is even sure where these suits come from-or how so many more are being made. Given the Einhanders somewhat obsessive desire for solitude, most people see them as a mystery best left alone.



Civilization Name: Einhander Union

Capital Name: The Gleam? Mo one living has seen what the Einhanders refer to as the 'Gleam', their home, with a strange ferocity unbecoming of their usually placid race.

Form of Government: Fragmentary Tribal Band

Civilization Description: Einhanders don't have a civilization, technically-the largest group of them is called the "Whiteout", and consist of a few hundred thousand hardened Einhander troopers and pirates, gathered in a fleet of nomadic vessel. Despite their small numbers, they've caused a lot of trouble for whoever they decide to prey upon-or whoever they're paid to prey upon.

Civilization Traits: Fast Population Growth, Stable Culture


Ruler Name: Omnorbo

Ruler Description: Exactly 8 feet tall-measured to the Nanometer. He looks no different from any other Einhander-stark white armor, faceless, vaguely humanoid-except for the ceremonial blade in his left hand, which was jammed into place an untold eon ago by a thoughtless act of violence. Either he can't or won't remove it, and it's as much a symbol of his rule as anything.
Ruler Bio: The legendary destroyer of planets-peerless tactician-and ruthless killer. All that, and he's never said anything worth quoting. Omnorbo has lived longer than almost any being, and taken part in the most brutal conflicts of the ages-and likewise, made grand fortunes in peace time through technological and mercantile duty...

His true goals are unknown, and he's certainly not speaking about them.

[filiusenox]

The Reretia

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Name: Reretia
Physical description: At birth, when they haven't been put into the suit that before birth testing chose, most Reretia are thin, skinny humanoids, with an extra set of arms. They are born paralyzed and mute and are implanted into a suit of armor to keep them alive.They are unable to breath anything but a special mixture of gases. A Reretia lifespan is...long to say the least, but this is balanced by an incredibly low birthrate.
Its really not known how in the hell the Reretia breed with all that armor on and some sources suggest cloning.

The Elaincaxeth: A suit standing at ten to twelve feet, weighing half a ton at the least and capable of lifting that much with ease. These Reretia are commonly used to mine, work in the foundries, and as shock troopers in any wars that Reretia is fighting in. They can be equipped with a host of weapons and tools. The downside to this suit is lack of speed and dexterity.

The Zix: A suit standing at four to six feet, weighing about 200 pounds. These Reretia are used to scout, pilot, spy and anything else requiring finesse and speed. They aren't very strong and have a record of getting distracted.

The Daensel: A suit standing exactly at five feet, it weighs around 150 pounds. These Reretia are the common folk of the race, working in factories, offices and any where else where the Zix and Elain's can't. They are also the mechanics of the race, modifying or fixing the other suits as needed.

The Sandrro: This isn't a suit so much as an upgrade to a preexisting one. When a Zix, Elain, Coro or Daensel becomes respected and honored, they are given the option to receive a Sandrro. This is a high powered transmitter, it allows the honored Reretia to speak on all channels and to link up with the other Sandrros on the planet, to coordinate attacks, defense or goals. High powered Sandrros- without the Reretia- are built into all ships and new worlds, for ease of communication.

The Coro: This suit is used by the diplomats of the Reretia. It is made to look like the race that the diplomat is meeting with.

Civilization Name: Reretia Confederacy
Capital Name: Vlaon: A sprawling city of industry, sitting on the snowbound plains of Vlaon
Form of Government: Meritocratic Technocractic Communism...or something like that.
Civilization Description: Only the  best workers and soldiers are made into leaders. But the strange thing is, there are few laws, and most Reretia just work for the common good of the race instead of wealth and luxury. The Reretia have a totally free society, and most are happy with their existence.
The cities of the Reretia are sprawling conglomeration of industrialism, where every class of worker gets free meal and board, made for their body type. When the time comes for war, everyone who can chips in to fight, pilot or other. Many old Reretia have fought for the good of their race and when these join back up in time of need, and they showed great courage and power in battle in the last war, they are promoted or made into trainers.

But don't think they don't have personality, or individualism. Many have differing paint schemes, knickknacks and trophies, or modifications to their armor.
Civilization Traits: Military Honour, Industrial Focus

Ruler Name: A number of them.
Ruler Description: From every facet of life.
Ruler Bio: Many.

[Shootandrun]

Will post my race soon.

E: The Dalorians

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Race Name: Dalorians
Race Description: Dalorians are a species of reptiles hailing from an extremely dry and warm planet, Beleram (meaning, literally, ‘home’). Even in prehistoric times they were apex predators, hunting in packs in the deserts. They were equipped by evolution as hunters - they have four strong arms, claws, and excellent sight and hearing. Their scales mark their age - a newly born Dalorian will have brown scales, but as he ages they will slowly turn red. They are nearly always in a state that humans call “sleepy” and that they call “vigilant” - they move slowly and talk slowly, but they still think quickly. When the situation requires it, however, Dalorians can turn into unstoppable killing machines, burning several thousand calories in a matter of seconds and gaining a strength allowing them to lift objects ten times as heavy as they are. Because of this, most civilian Dalorians do not need to sleep : they gain energy faster than they spend it in their ‘slow’ mode. Dalorians can live nearly a hundred and twenty years if they always remain ‘vigilant’ and never unleash their energy, but most of them live around eighty to ninety years. As reptiles, they grow all their life - a fourteen years old Dalorian (a young adult) is around six feet tall, while an elder of a hundred years will be five times the size of any human. Their population grows quickly - in prehistoric time, only a dalorian on ten would live to see adulthood. This is no longer true because of their high level of technology, and it appears to be impossible to keep their numbers down.

Their technology is quite advanced and allows them to adapt to all climates - and yet, even with their armor equipped to allow them to breathe underwater, any Dalorian will tell you that large bodies of water are to be mistrusted. That armor is worth mentioning: all dalorians (even civilians)  have one, from the day they are born, and the armor will grow with them until the day they die. The suit will change as the owner changes, and while a civilian’s armor will tend to be white and not too cumbersome, perfect for everyday’s life, a warrior’s will be black or red, adapted to combat and survival. On cold worlds or worlds with high gravity, Dalorians often need their armor to survive. Dalorian weaponry is generally based on infantry weapons - land vehicles are rare, and instead high-caliber weapons are carried by the oldest and the strongest soldiers. Most soldiers are equipped with high-caliber, semi-automatic precision rifles - Dalorians rarely use automatic weapons, becaue "the perfect hunter only needs one shot to finish the job". Even at this stage of their evolution, melee weapons are still extremely common in Dalorian cultures - they are used for duels. The most common of these is the Dalorian Standard Infantry Chainsword (DSIC) - a relatively small chainsword designed to make sure that a soldier can wield four of them at the same time. Duels are short and bloody. Dalorian ships follow the philosophy 'quantity over quality' : 80% of their fleet is composed of dreadnoughts, with only a small minority of ships serving as fighters or patrols.

Mentally, Dalorians are what you could expect - hunters. They are aggressive and often violent, and to climb up the rank in the army they need to kill their superiors. Their society dictates discipline and respect, but friendship has little meaning to them - two lifelong friends might betray each-other to acquire a stronger position. They are patient, efficient, precise in their actions, and natural schemers - a Dalorian is never 'lucky', he is simply a very good manipulator. They share little family bonds - rank is more important than blood for Dalorians, and a fellow soldier will be more important to the eyes of your average grunt than his parents were. Strength, intelligence, patience, and ambition are the most prised qualities in Dalorian culture.

Capital Name: Beleram - meaning Home.

Form of Government: Meritocratic Monarchy - the government is ruled by the High Dalorian, this generation’s best fighter. The High Dalorian rules until he dies - if he is killed in single combat, the dalorian who managed that feat becomes the new ruler, and if he dies naturally, a grand tournament will be held in the capital to choose a new one.

Civilization description: Dalorians are ruled by the strongest, the smartest, and the most ruthless. They are surprisingly united as a race  in the political sense - only one civil war ever happened in modern history - because any dalorian trying to rebel against the established order will be killed or exiled - and in exile, they are unable to gain power or to prove their worth. They are natural expansionists, but they do not seek war with their neighbors - Dalorians are patient hunters, after all, and they only strike when their opponents are vulnerable. About 75% of the population lives in great cities spread in many planets, but a lot are nomadic, keeping to old traditions, and live on spaceships, making money off of trade (or looting). Since Dalorians do not like heights, their architecture remains generally modest and simple.

Important notes on Dalorian history/culture:
-The Unification : six hundred years ago, a Dalorian warlord unified all the nations of Beleram and named himself the High Dalorian. The end of the Unification War is also the beginning of the 'modern age', the time that saw the first space expansions and the longest time of peast for the Dalorians.
-The Succession War of 443: On the year 443, the High Dalorian died of natural causes (which means that the dalorian who poisoned him was so subtle that he couldn't prove he was the poisoner). A third of the military sided with the general who claimed to be the poisoner, and the remaining forces scattered through Dalorian territories, with every other general claiming that he was the rightful ruler. The Succession War lasted for five years - in the end, six millions of Dalorians had died. Afterwards, it was decided that if the High Dalorian died of natural causes, a tournament would be held to choose his successor.
-Justice: Murder is not a crime in Dalorian laws. Because of that, justice is nearly inexistant and is generally applied through the use of duels or assassinations. Dalorians do not steal, either : they kill to get what they want.

Civilization Traits: Militaristic culture
Fast population growth

Ruler Name: Galros
Ruler Description: As the High Dalorian, he’s the greatest general of his time.
Ruler Bio: Galros climbed up the ranks using the usual techniques - backstabbing, assassination, betrayal and single combat. He’s the most vicious and talented member of his race when it comes to killing and it shows. He is now sixty three years old, and he has yet to be beaten by anyone in a fight. However, he is starting to get old - most agree that he is in his last decade. Pretenders are numerous in his surroundings, always waiting for the right time to strike. As soon as his strength will fail him, they will try to take his place.

[Tiruin]

Argh, Rawr!

Edited and completed my sheet!

Hope there is enough space for...all of us 

[Taricus]

What sheet? I don't see any sheet :I

[Digital Hellhound]

Me neither. An invisible sheet!

In other news - looking pretty great, everyone! Unfortunately, some of the would need some tweaking to be eligible.

@greatorder: Exactly how much is your civilization a hive mind? I'm afraid I can't allow a full hivemind as it makes roleplaying and Disunifying Powers impossible. If, say, the queens were independent, they could be made to work.

@Dwarmin: 'Whiteout' is a group of several thousand Einhanders - I'm afraid with the scale of this game, that wouldn't even count as population. Unless I count by the invididual beings inside the suits, this can't be used. I'd suggest 800 000+ for a starting population, at the very least. Most races will have armed forces in the millions alone.

Any other problems for everybody are minor enough that I can adjust, or I simply haven't noticed them. It's probably the former.

[Evil Marahadja]

My vote goes for Humanity! Like stated before, easier to roleplay, although it would be fun to meet the other races. 

[Dwarmin]

@Digit: Ah, well I left the total numbers pretty much vague, so that's up to you.  I'm not good at the math part. :X

[kaian-a-coel]

PTW FTW.
this look awesome.

[Digital Hellhound]

My vote goes for Humanity! Like stated before, easier to roleplay, although it would be fun to meet the other races.

No need to vote yet - I'll put a poll up later today or tomorrow morning. And, uhh, my vote will count for two. Because I have aaaall the power.

And, uhh, we have two humanities here. Taricus AI-guarded, population-controlled masses and Ardas' young, fledgling race.