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[Tiruin]

Name: Kaylee Averys
Age: 18
Description: Of nearly six feet in height, 'Kay' is a young woman of average proportions; long black hair falls naturally to arm-length, complemented by her light skin tone and dark brown eyes. She is usually dressed in common wear, preferring loose, light colored and simplistic outfits as opposed to what is currently in fashion as well as wearing a blue wristband on her left hand.

The government was always in the sight of the common people, now more evident due to being a dictatorship. Signs and rumors of rebellion were only a trivial joke to those who held power, but it was a harrowing reality to Kay. Taking a neutral side in the conflicting universe, she and her relatives, parents and neighbors worked only for themselves and for others who share common beliefs -- the dictatorship was only a thorn in humanity's survival, aiding those who only curry personal want through masks of nobility and service.

Kaylee was drafted into the serving military at an early age, taking formal education over the risks of other less than amiable jobs. Her social, mental and other aspects branched out at that point due to the numerous and varying encounters one has while in a private workforce. Dreams of traveling the stars, as told by the mariners and wayfarers she had crossed seeped into her life, comprised the driving force for most of her early career. The old adage of aiming for the stars was going to get real.

Her spare time was used in the field of mechanics and technical repairs, studying on the inner working of the current technology available and on those who work with such. There were always limitations in her current environment, though: Funding, Politics, Threats...There was little to be done in a static location. So she improvised, learning to love every tidbit of information presented to her.


Traits:
> Mech | Iridia
--Aptly named for the unconventional color combination it sports, this mech has been customized to suit an ever-changing environment, whether it be space or in a terrestrial atmosphere, the colors seem to shift and blend with the environment, acting more of an aesthetic role than a utilitarian one. Towering over the common footsoldier, it is believed to be christened as such due to Iris, the mythological god of Rainbows and the Sky.

Strangely, there is a white streak from the left shoulder moving laterally down to the ankle of the mech bearing no signifying marks.

> +1 to General Attack (possible detriment in flavor below)
--Due to hard training, both from personal pursuits and military-granted knowledge, Kay has a certain niche when it comes to dealing with obstacles in her path. Though, her abilities aren't honed to their maximum, being borne from unconventional learning and studies.


Finally!

[Caellath]

@Filex: Can't join IRC right now, workplace. We can still discuss by PMs, though.

[filiusenox]

Name: Kaylee Averys
Age: 18
Description: Of nearly six feet in height, 'Kay' is a young woman of average proportions; long black hair falls naturally to arm-length, complemented by her light skin tone and dark brown eyes. She is usually dressed in common wear, preferring loose, light colored and simplistic outfits as opposed to what is currently in fashion as well as wearing a blue wristband on her left hand.

The government was always in the sight of the common people, now more evident due to being a dictatorship. Signs and rumors of rebellion were only a trivial joke to those who held power, but it was a harrowing reality to Kay. Taking a neutral side in the conflicting universe, she and her relatives, parents and neighbors worked only for themselves and for others who share common beliefs -- the dictatorship was only a thorn in humanity's survival, aiding those who only curry personal want through masks of nobility and service.

Kaylee was drafted into the serving military at an early age, taking formal education over the risks of other less than amiable jobs. Her social, mental and other aspects branched out at that point due to the numerous and varying encounters one has while in a private workforce. Dreams of traveling the stars, as told by the mariners and wayfarers she had crossed seeped into her life, comprised the driving force for most of her early career. The old adage of aiming for the stars was going to get real.

Her spare time was used in the field of mechanics and technical repairs, studying on the inner working of the current technology available and on those who work with such. There were always limitations in her current environment, though: Funding, Politics, Threats...There was little to be done in a static location. So she improvised, learning to love every tidbit of information presented to her.


Traits:
> Mech | Iridia
--Aptly named for the unconventional color combination it sports, this mech has been customized to suit an ever-changing environment, whether it be space or in a terrestrial atmosphere, the colors seem to shift and blend with the environment, acting more of an aesthetic role than a utilitarian one. Towering over the common footsoldier, it is believed to be christened as such due to Iris, the mythological god of Rainbows and the Sky.

Strangely, there is a white streak from the left shoulder moving laterally down to the ankle of the mech bearing no signifying marks.

> +1 to General Attack (possible detriment in flavor below)
--Due to hard training, both from personal pursuits and military-granted knowledge, Kay has a certain niche when it comes to dealing with obstacles in her path. Though, her abilities aren't honed to their maximum, being borne from unconventional learning and studies.


Finally!

Approved, post any time.

Name:Delaran Whitehaven
Age: 40
Descript: 5'9, sleek build, black hear,sparkling green eyes, wears monocle (occasionally).
Bio: As a son of a politician, Delaran gone to the army to increase the influence of his family. What they did not except was, that Delaran was a very capable leader of the ground forces. He crushed the rebellions of the barbarians (People, who were    subdued by the Ebrowians. They still don't accept their rule, so they rebel regulary) and fought of pirates, which wanted to etablish a base on Ebrow. But, after his father died, he got the blessing of the Bloodbrothers to take the place of his dad and serve the Council as new High Senator by Blood.
He earned his title by blood. He was the smartest son of 4 by the old High Senator, who sadly died by a heart attack, after his third sister got pregnant by a space goat (that was a joke, but he didn't get it.)
Traits: Planetary ruler
          Veteran General (+1 to tactics/ground combat)
          Charismatic leader (+1 to charisma/leadership)


Planet name: Ebrow(or Martius Insula IV in astronomical terms)
Planet Descript: 1.4 AU from its star, 0,92g surface gravity, average surface temperature 35C. Surface water: 73%
Valeria is a small world with a broad tropical zone. It's also mostly composed of water, which is largley the same as normal sea water on old earth. The vegetation is mostly composed of earth plants, due their nature as neophyts, but a few more alien plants remained. Same for the animals.

Spoiler: Council of Ebrow (click to show/hide)

The Council of Ebrow follows the principle of trias politica:
Legaslation : Voted by the entire population, 300 wise men are in the wise counsel, which destine laws, overwatch execution and appoint the senators. Their elections are every 3 years, before the election of the High Senator of the People. Also, there is a other chamber, The Bloodbrothers. These have 50 heads and are overwatching the wise counsel. They have a Veto right over law proposals. Their title is hereditary.

Execution : The head of the state is actually two heads! One is the High Senator of the People and High Senator by Blood. The first one is elected by the wise councel, the second is hereditary. The first gets elected every 3 years. Also he can be only 3 periods in power, after that he can't get elected again. They lead the state, are in war times also the highest general and control the senate. The senate are men and women, appointed by the wise counsel. They function as ministers.

Judiciary : The last branch of power is lead by 2 chambers. The first are 9 High Arbiter, elected by the wise councel. The second are 9 High Iudex, elected by the Bloodbrothers. Theiy judge about crimes against  constitution and human moral. After that, it's get's to the federal state court, then to the district court, then city court. Also, except the high court, every court is split into  criminal law and civil law.

Who has the right to vote? Well, everyone who's at least 20 years old and pass the test. This test about sensibility, logic and politicial education determines how many votes you get. Usually, people get only one vote, but highly educated people can get 2 or even 3 votes. 

Citizen name: Ebrowians
Government form: Timocratic/Meritocratic (explained above) Republic
Army Name: Echelon (Ecelon Schwert and Echelon Flügel)

You're in. Expect a wait, for your account and planet stats.

[thatkid]

Name: Doctor Gregor Karloff
Age: 82, presumably
Description:

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

<thatkid> well karloff's science abilities stem in part from his massive dick
<thatkid> which was so large that if he ever got a boner, he'd pass out
<thatkid> so he was forced to focus on his studies, lest he pass out at a moment'
<thatkid> s notice
<thatkid> from the age of 13 onwards

Ironically, Doctor Karloff was the product of genetic engineering. Less ironically, unless one would like to consider it a sort of cosmic irony, Doctor Karloff is the second to bear the name and title- the first was his father, an immenent genetic scientist who was, eventually, executed for crimes against humanity.

In short, Karloff, Gregor Karloff, was widely hailed as a genius even in his youth. He was dedicated. To his research, and to the advancement of the many fields which he studied be they anatomy, biology, genetics, chemistry, or physics. So dedicated, in fact, that he had little room to dedicate any portion of his life or studies to the moral code by which all scientists must bind themselves in order to remain sane.
No. Karloff was smart, Karloff was a genius. But Karloff was crazy.

It was because of this, perhaps, that when he began to reach old age, he began to slip up. You remember it, I'm sure. It was all over the headlines: MAD DOCTOR KILLED MORE THAN JUST FALSE PROOFS. The students at the university at which he taught had been going missing for years, but the Federation had simply chalked it up to piracy and human traficking. Nobody, nobody, had thought that their Professor might have been preying on them, making them out to be test subjects in his twisted (if enlightened) experiments.

But when the Interstellar Police came for him, Doctor Gregor Karloff was gone.

That? That was twenty years ago. Now, Karloff lives alone. Or as alone as one can get, when their only companions are mindless husks of metal and the sputtering almost-AI of a hacked and derelict space station. He has been testing, waiting. Theorizing. Working on theorems and ideas, trying to puzzle out that last secret, the one that eluded him. But it's time now, for his studies to begin anew. He needs to test, and for that, he needs subjects.

Traits:
Master Biochemist: +2 to rolls involving biology, chemistry, and genetics.
Engineer: +2 to rolls involving the creation and manipulation of technology. Also to physics and mathematics, obviously. What kind of Engineer do you think he is?
Drone Squadron: 1 Land Regiment. A robotic combat force built by Doctor Karloff himself, with the intended goal of defending his body and research, acquiring "test subjects", and keeping those aforementioned subjects in line.
A shitty, derelict space-station. (Free, as per Filex's consent)

[NUKE9.13]

FUN FACTS ABOUT: Tapalcayo morphology.

Tapalcayo mate by locking their maws together, then regurgitating reproductive slime into each other's mouths, and swilling it about until it forms a consistent lump. This lump of slime is deposited in a body of shallow water, where the genetic material of the two parents mixes together, and life is created.
For the first few (weeks) of its life, the Tapalcayan is a helpless lump of flesh, bobbing around in a pool of water. The pool must be of exactly the right chemical composition, be in the sun, and safe from predators. These days, such pools can only be found on a Tapalcayo hive-ship, which contains a host of high-tech, delicate equipment to maintain the fragile environment required.

Eventually, the child will grow a shell, covering its entire body. Initially, the shell is tubular, with the unprotected maw at one end and the unprotected... waste-end at the other. Deformities will emerge in the shell over time, which grow into limbs and a head. At this point the child moves from the pool to dry land. Over the course of a few years its forepaws will become arms, and it will start walking upright.

The Tapalcayo regard their shells very highly. Other species' lack of shells is mocked. The maw and waste-end are shameful things, to be hidden away behind their respective shell-flaps when not needed. Wounds in the shell- such as from dismemberment- will heal quickly; they bleed heavily, covering the wound in a massive scab, which allows the shell to recover within a few days.
Dismemberment is an excellent way of demonstrating the nature of the Tapalcayo shell. The wound scabs over and the shell recovers. After a few days, the shell begins to elongate, as the flesh within pushes it outwards. A long peg of shell grows in the limb's place, thin and spindly. The musculature within then bends the shell until it breaks, forming the points of articulation. The shell then grows over itself, leaving the limb fully enclosed, yet capable of movement.
Tapalcayo shells, then, are not dead tissue, but living; it is flexible, it grows, it heals. And, of course, it is photosensitive, giving the Tapalcayo primitive sight in all directions. The shell is naturally a chalky white, but the colour is easily adaptable by way of dietary changes, and the application of special paints. Spacefaring Tapalcayo enjoy painting their shells in a variety of bright colours. Partly to impress aliens, partly to make it possible to distinguish individuals by sight- useful when using human technology, which tends to be visually focussed.

The Tapalcayo eat paste and goo. Their maws do not have teeth, and their stomachs are weak; as such, they must crush their food into mush before eating it. Their native foods are- to outsiders- all variations on the theme of 'slime'.

Spoiler: Also this stuff from my application post (click to show/hide)

Tapalcayo are a relatively humanoid species, in that they have two legs, two arms, and a head- all in roughly the right places. They are comprised of a segmented shell. They breath through vents on the sides of their head. They eat and mate with a maw which they store under their 'chin', as it is made of flabby unprotected flesh. For this reason, they consider eating an erotic processes, and to eat with a Tapalcayo is a great honour.
Their shells are photoreceptive; they 'see' with their entire bodies. They combine this with primarily smell to navigate. They use sound-based comunication, and with some difficulty can render and understand the human language.
Tapalcayo have difficulty understanding the human concept of time.
Tapalcayo are, by their own standards, not excessively violent. By human standards, they are a race of violent psychopaths. Tapalcayan limbs may grow back upon being severed, and as such mutilation is their standard punishment for minor crimes. Tapalcayan pirates have a tendency to sever the limbs of their human victims as well, hence a reputation for extreme violence.

[filiusenox]

Spoiler: Federal Laws(main laws) (click to show/hide)

• The use of weapons of mass destruction, as defined in the Nightcross Refugee Fleet Treaty, are considered a war crime of the highest caliber to possesses, arm, or use. Such weapons, dubbed Black-Space projects, may not be used, designed, or constructed under any circumstance.
• The mass execution, murder or genocide of any  ethnic, class or caste of humans on any planet, is illegal, resulting in the execution, or worse, of the one who gave such an order, and the people who carried it out, regardless of intent or justness of cause.
• The mass rape of any race on any planet is considered a war crime, resulting in the execution of the force that carried out such a depravity and the leaders who let it happen/ordered it to happen.
• Any war declared on an alien empire, without consent of the Federation, will result in the exilement of the planet from aforementioned Federation. Any war declared on pirating forces, if evidence of pirating exists will be supported by the Federation.
• All planets, nations, cities, stations and colonies have the right to their own rights, laws, customs and traditions, but three rights remain constant; the right to free movement, which allows all humans the ability to move between colonies, regardless of caste, ethnicity, this right may only be nulled if said human was a criminal of the law, in which case, arrest on another world must be justified, or else considered an illegal arrest. The right to free trade, as guaranteed by the OverArch charter, which allows citizens to build trading posts and corporations(defined under article I32 of the Federation Charter) on sanctioned planets, provided said planets do not have laws against them. The final right is the right of Service, which allows all members of Humanity to serve in the Federal Fleet and Federal Army, it also allows recruitment on all planets, stations and heavenly bodies within the Federation, regardless of laws against recruitment, armies and weaponry.
• The Federation reserves the right to build bases for military, research or housing on any planet, unless a formal petition is filed and approved by the council.
• Piracy, defined as robbery or attack on any form of transportation or heavenly body, regardless of economic gain or reason is punishable by death, unless sanctioned by a planet during war-time. Piracy on any form of Federal or non-aggressive ships or fleet is punishable by death.
• Treason, sedition or outright rebellion of any planet within the Federation against the Federation is punishable by the death of all treasonous, seditious, or rebellious people, groups or forces of said rebellion. Planets who play host to treason, sedition or rebellion will be put under economic sanctions, after the execution of those listed above.  Humanity will not falter, will not fail, to an internal conflict.
• The murder, assassination or killing of any political member of the Federation is considered a murder, regardless of  motive, planet or place, an act of sedition at the least and an act of rebellion at the most, punishable by death or life imprisonment.
• The survival of humanity is of the utmost importance to the Federation, if The Consumption Plague rises once more, it’s destruction and death is the highest, greatest priority, so much so, any laws previously listed law may be revoked.

[filiusenox]

This is a WIP

Name: Doctor Gregor Karloff
Age: 68, presumably
Description:

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Traits:
Master Biochemist: +2 to rolls involving biology, chemistry, and genetics.
Engineer: +2 to rolls involving the creation and manipulation of technology.
Drone Squadron: 1 Land Regiment. A robotic combat force built by Doctor Karloff himself, with the intended goal of defending his body and research, acquiring "test subjects", and keeping those aforementioned subjects in line.
A shitty, derelict space-station. (Free, as per Filex's consent)

Approved, dipshit

[Skyrunner]

According to Fed laws, shooting anything at the local sun, at reasonable accelerations,  is punishable by death xD

[Tiruin]

According to Fed laws, shooting anything at the local sun, at reasonable accelerations,  is punishable by death xD

Now you know why I hate the dictatorship? XD

[Skyrunner]

Spoiler: Avens Urbanum sheet (click to show/hide)

Avens Urbanum
Age: 22
Description: Five feet five in height, she has her black hair in a simple ponytail, tied tightly. She is overall slim. She usually wears clothes that don't restrict her movement too much, nor have fluttery parts that can be caught on edges and corners. One example of such attire is the zipped-up leather jacket and slightly elastic monotone pants she has on most of the time. Her practical boots are sturdy and scratched with countless linear encounters with hard surfaces. Her face has soft features. She speaks in a soft, amiable cadence.

Avens Urbanum was born on a strictly controlled planet near the fringes of the Federation. She was drafted at a young age through the talents test that was "suggested" by the local government, as she had a talent for machinery.

She rose through the ranks, being noted for her steadfast loyalty and ability in achieving good performances in most activities she tried her hand at, and upon being tested and confirmed as having quick reflexes, was appointed to be a mech pilot for the only unit of the planet's military, soon being joined by Kaylee, a younger soldier, with whom Avens built a solid friendship, with the younger girl following her senior as an example.

However, as time went on, Aven started to see through the wall of propangda set by the military. arted to fall apart as she began to realize where she was. The army was a tool for oppression, a means toward maintenance of the comfortable order the  ones in power loved. Searching for an alternative, she found a new family in a section-sprawling terrorist group, where she met Emmanuel, one of the young possible soon-to-be leaders of the organization, who warmly welcomed her addition to the group.

After hearing of the secondary base's attack by dictatorial forces and the ensuing escape of the members of organization members, Avens was able to intercept information of the Feds that led to Emmanuel's likely destination. She quickly disabled the tracking device and the remote overriding reciever on her mech and took off towards the strife-ridden world.

Traits:
Mech [Geum] : Built on the base of a standard, all-purpose military space model MD-33s, the standard inventory tracking systems were removed (the location finder and the remote override), and some minor modifications were made, such as a more comfortable seat. The overall color scheme is a dull gray.

Mechanic : Avens is adept at machinery, including repair, making new machines, and modifying existing ones. +2 to mechanics

[filiusenox]

Spoiler: Avens Urbanum sheet (click to show/hide)

Avens Urbanum
Age: 22
Description: Five feet five in height, she has her black hair in a simple ponytail, tied tightly. She is overall slim. She usually wears clothes that don't restrict her movement too much, nor have fluttery parts that can be caught on edges and corners. One example of such attire is the zipped-up leather jacket and slightly elastic monotone pants she has on most of the time. Her practical boots are sturdy and scratched with countless linear encounters with hard surfaces. Her face has soft features. She speaks in a soft, amiable cadence.

Avens Urbanum was born on a strictly controlled planet near the fringes of the Federation. She was drafted at a young age through the talents test that was "suggested" by the local government, as she had a talent for machinery.

She rose through the ranks, being noted for her steadfast loyalty and ability in achieving good performances in most activities she tried her hand at, and upon being tested and confirmed as having quick reflexes, was appointed to be a mech pilot for the only unit of the planet's military, soon being joined by Kaylee, a younger soldier, with whom Avens built a solid friendship, with the younger girl following her senior as an example.

However, as time went on, Aven started to see through the wall of propangda set by the military. arted to fall apart as she began to realize where she was. The army was a tool for oppression, a means toward maintenance of the comfortable order the  ones in power loved. Searching for an alternative, she found a new family in a section-sprawling terrorist group, where she met Emmanuel, one of the young possible soon-to-be leaders of the organization, who warmly welcomed her addition to the group.

After hearing of the secondary base's attack by dictatorial forces and the ensuing escape of the members of organization members, Avens was able to intercept information of the Feds that led to Emmanuel's likely destination. She quickly disabled the tracking device and the remote overriding reciever on her mech and took off towards the strife-ridden world.

Traits:
Mech [Geum] : Built on the base of a standard, all-purpose military space model MD-33s, the standard inventory tracking systems were removed (the location finder and the remote override), and some minor modifications were made, such as a more comfortable seat. The overall color scheme is a dull gray.

Mechanic : Avens is adept at machinery, including repair, making new machines, and modifying existing ones. +2 to mechanics

Approved.

[Tiruin]

To Hell I go. 

Also, nice sheets! 

[filiusenox]

We have an ooc IRC channel.

Go to #voandrath on http://webchat.freenode.net/
Port 6665

[Ardas]

Guys, what do you think if I try to make a map (key word being try)?

There are two options. I can make voandrath sector map with respect to the galacitc centre as point zero, or with Voandrath as the point zero (the fed capital would be in the middle of the map).

Tell me your preference and then your position vis-a-vis Voandrath.

[Tiruin]

Let's start out simple.

Voting for Voandrath being Point Zero -- Fed Capital being the midpoint.

I'm currently near Hellstal...with NUKE and Skyrunner, Caellath and...General Versen who is an NPC.