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[Digital Hellhound]

HEROES OF MANKIND
Or, if you prefer;
Elite Strike Force of Mankind's Heroes Investigating the Abomination That Threatens To Destroy All of Existence On Behalf Of a Multi-Dimensional Alliance of Humanities, But No Pressure, Guys

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When shiftspace was first discovered, they thought it was a great gift. The ability to travel between realities and the discovery of countless alternate dimensions with millions of alternate Earths - and millions of alternate humanities. In some, the divergences had begun in the dawn of history already - in some, the discoverers found themselves united by hundreds or thousands of years of common history and events, and in some they found humanities far beyond their own time and own level of technology. Dimensions with civilizations spanning hundreds of thousands of stars alongside existences where the human race had destroyed itself before even leaving the planet, or been wiped out or subjugated by aliens or their own creations.

Shiftspace travel spread quickly. It did not take long for it to become apparent that war of unimaginable scale loomed on the horizon - for the unlimited resources of other worlds, for the sake of expansion, for myriad ideological reasons and xenophobia for those far detached from their origins. Great, widespread empires of mankinds, like the eternal Pankhaganate and the 'gods' of Elysium stood at eachothers' throats, prepared to throw untold billions into the fray.

But, fortunately or not, a war between men was not to come. Instead, a war against something much greater was about to begin...

The use of shiftspace, the world between worlds, had awakened something far older than any of the universe's human races. Vast, ancient fleets of fanatical alien soldiers began flooding into the many worlds of humanity, billion-strong forces sweeping across galaxies, attacking all signs of sentient minds with pinpoint accuracy. But these were only the vanguard fleets of the enemy - the Abomination, a creature beyond description feeding on reality itself. Where the vanguard fleets went, death followed - for existence itself, dimensions unravelled and erased from existence as if they'd never been there. Humanity and its many allies, rivals and hated enemies of alien races have been forced to admit this is a threat they cannot face alone.

This shaky alliance of human races has only begun to fight the Abomination's forces and terrifying disease-like mental programming. But conventional arms cannot protect existence alone. The alliance has gathered its best and bravest, the Heroes of Mankind, willing to go to impossible lengths to see their mission done - but it remains to be seen if even they can succeed against such an inhuman foe.

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Play Thread here!

Spoiler: What's all this then, eh? (click to show/hide)

A game for Heroes with a capital H. A transdimensional alliance of alternate realities and alternate humanities is putting together an autonomous elite strike force to investigate the Abomination that threatens to destroy all of reality and fight it any way they can. They might not be the most well-funded organization, or the most popular, but they are formed of the best of the best mankind across the universe has to offer - a fearless military officer who ended up saving the galaxy several times over, a Chosen One who led a motley band of misfits to vanquish the local embodiment of all evil, a smooth spy who narrowly averted total nuclear apocalypse armed only with their wits and a silver tongue - the Torchbearers of Humanity, sons and daughters of Destiny.

That is, the players create heroes or antiheroes with all that implies. Supremely skilled or just lucky, they've already performed epic heroics when the game starts, detailed in your app. They can be anything from actual superheroes - within the bounds of the system - to smooth superspies, to Chosen Ones with magnetic personality and charisma, to cynical anti-heroes trying to eke out a living in some dystopian hell. Even if the great public knows nothing of their experiences, the alliance has noticed, and is looking to recruit...

The heroes will go about on an experimental starship, trying to figure out how to deal with a reality-munching Abomination and desperately trying to get more funding and fancy gear - as well as dealing with their action-filled pasts and presents. Combat is a big element, but not by far the only thing you'll be doing. I will be looking for folks who like to RP and who can write good apps - there's a lot more freedom with writing apps than in most games here.

Spoiler: But how does it all work? (click to show/hide)

I've talked about this before in this post and the one further down that page in the RTD subforum. I'll try to go over everything here as well, of course.

The base system works on a 1d6, the higher the roll, the better. Various modifiers may affect the roll.

The combat system, on the other hand, is extensive and nicely tactical and still smooth. For the players, it's fairly simple. The combat system is built around three types of defenses; Armor, Shields, and Aegises. I suggest reading the link above for details, but suffice to say different weapons and tactics are required to combat each type - Shields are vulnerable to rapid-firing weapons like SMGs, for example, but the same weapon might be next to useless against heavy Armor. Weapons have a variety of stats from Damage to Rate of Fire to Accuracy, and possibly special qualities that allow them to, say, function better in Close Range, or reload automatically.

In combat, the players have 2 Actions every turn. This might be simply firing, but also trying to flank and manouever around the battlefield or seeking Cover, or using any piece of equipment or ability.

General action types and further information will come when combat actually happens or if asked.

Spoiler: Aptitudes and Retinue Members (click to show/hide)

Aptitudes are the focuses of your Hero. The two you choose determine what your character excels at.

With Physique, your Hero has honed themselves into an image of physical perfection. They can both take and hit hard, weave away from attacks and deal accurate strikes of their own and function in battle better than anyone else.

A Tech Hero is master of technology - everything from master hackers, genius engineers and inventors and brilliant scientists. In combat, they are masters at both using and fighting against Shields and high-tech foes and weaponry.

Psychic Heroes have been gifted with or have honed their minds into beacons of psychic energy. They can use influence their surroundings and others in countless ways without moving a muscle. There does not seem to be an end to what psychics can do with proper training, from reading minds to punching holes in destroyers, to even performing short-range shiftspace jumps. Their most fearsome powers strike directly at the mind, ignoring physical defenses.

A Hero with Subterfuge knows how to move silently, to get to places where they shouldn't be and to investigate and discover even the most well-hidden secrets. A more subtle touch can often work much better than brute force or fancy technology.

Heroes with Starship Aptitudes know their way around a void-spanning vessel of any make, and can be master pilots or commanders, or simply genius starship engineers and technicians.

The Shock Aptitude modifies the Hero's abilities and gear into a more brutal, assault soldier. They are the first into battle, breaking through enemy lines with fearsome attacks and weaponry, always in the thick of it, looking to cause as much damage as possible. They are master combatants and like to show it.

The Shield Aptitude, in turn, grants more supportive abilities and gear, not necessarily even meant for combat. They may be more useful outside of the fighting, though still potent fighters in their own right.

Retinue Members are sidekicks, loved ones and true companions who would follow the Hero to the bitter end. They've stuck with them this far, and damnit if they're gonna let them head to the stars without them. Retinue Members get one Aptitude and are otherwise created with the same character app as the heroes. They come from the same setting and events as their Hero. You'll be able to gather more Retinue Members during the game.

Spoiler: Character App! (click to show/hide)

NOTE: You may choose to play a robot created by humans, an animal or genetically engineered creation uplifted by humans, or even an alien allied to humans, if you so wish. 'Humans' in this case also refers to everything from posthuman intelligences (though they'd still need a physical body to use) to completely mundane 21st century people. The setting should have tech of atleast 20th century level, though if you want to be a knight in shining armor plucked from a primitive world, I could allow it. You'll still have to use guns atleast somewhat, I'm afraid.

Name: Self-explanatory - there are countless alternate humanities, alternate paths for history to take, alternate dominant cultures, so go wild.
Gender: As above. The more transhuman and roboticist humanities might have progressed beyond two...
Biography and Acts of Valor: What has your Hero done, where have they done it and so on. This should ideally be the most detailed/largest part of your app. It will influence everything from your starting gear and abilities to missions in the game. Feel free to describe the setting of your Hero here as well.
Description: Physical and mental description.
Aptitudes: Choose two - Physique, Tech, Psychic, Subterfuge, Starship, Shock, Shield. You can also replace your second Aptitude with a Retinue Member. These determine your abilities and starting equipment, very much influenced by everything in your biography and description.
Other: Whatever else you can think of.

This is not first come first serve by any means. I'll choose the ones that seem the best! Don't be afraid to detail your apps up or even PM me juicy details I can use in the game!

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I'll of course answer any questions you might have. Even the weird personal ones.

[Brood]

Reserved.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name : Jeremiah Gorados.
Gender : Male.
Biography and acts of Valor : Jeremiah was born to a prostitute and never met his father. He grew up on the streets with his mother and from a very young age he began working the streets to steal what he could from anybody who crossed his path.
Shortly after he turned 9 he killed for the first time, coming home he found another child in his home with a bag full of his things and without thinking Jeremiah lunged at him from behind and shoved a small knife through his back catching his lung without noticing.
It was at this point that Jeremiah discovered that not only was he capable of murder, he enjoyed it.
Over the following years he devoted a lot of time to this skill and became skilled at attacking people who did not expect it, by the time Jeremiah turned 12 he had killed over a dozen people.

It was at this point that his mother died and Jeremiah decided it was time to explore the world, over the following years he traveled from town to town stealing anything he wanted or needed and killing anybody who got in his way with a practiced ease.
Arriving at a small town he came across a stand off between police and an unknown man in a bank, while watching he noticed that though the police were firing into the building the bullets seemed to be impacting on an invisible barrier and became curious as to what was going on.
Deciding to take a risk he drew his knives and silently slipped up behind one of the officers and in a split second eviscerated him before spinning away into the shadows of a car to avoid being noticed.
A moment later he was behind another officer both blades sinking into his back before being torn out his sides ripping his lungs in half before again vanishing into the shadows.
The officers unable to see what was going on decided it must be the man in the bank and continued firing trying to overwhelm him and one by one dropped to the blades of Jeremiah as he slipped from shadow to shadow.

Officers dead and bodies looted Jeremiah approached the bank and a short time later the unknown man exited the building and upon seeing him Jeremiah stopped dead, this whole time he had assumed it was a man but in fact it was possibly the most attractive woman Jeremiah had ever seen and she was covered from head to toe in blood, looking inside it was clear the blood belonged to the banks staff all of whom were prone in pools of blood scattered around the bank.
After a brief staring contest the girl nodded and without a word they left the town together spending a great deal of time talking along the way and for the first time in his life Jeremiah found he had feelings for somebody other then himself.

They traveled together for a long time after that day and in time other like minded individuals joint them, some like Petal had powers others like Jeremiah had just honed skills the hard way but all had killed before and would kill again.
Having just hit a gang hideout in a large town they were fleeing at high speed when they crashed, Petal reacting on instinct managed to shield them in time but the van was destroyed and they were quickly attacked by members of the gang who had chased them from the hideout and Jeremiah and several of the others were separated from Petal and the main group, running and fight as best they could it was clear they didn't stand a chance of winning and so Jeremiah did what he did best, he stabbed his own men in the back and left them wounded to slow down the gang members.
For a time he believed it had worked until he felt a sharp pain on his throat and pulled a dart out before turning round and realizing he had run into a dead end.
Alone and badly outnumbered a short time later he was smashed to the ground.
Bleeding and barely conscious he noted that everything seemed to be slowing down, believing he was dieing he lashed out at random and noted in surprise the look of shock and then horror on the face of the closest man has knife slid free of the mans leg and it buckled beneath him.
Groaning he climbed to his feet and half staggering he lunged for the next nearest man and again everything slowed down, his knife sliding into the mans throat almost before the man had time to flinch back.
Then again and again and again he struck and with every strike time slowed again and his enemy collapsed before him.
For the briefest of moments hope welled up in Jeremiah then he found himself flying through a strange unknown void and slamming onto a solid metal surface and looking up saw a strange world unlike anything he had ever seen before blacking out.
When he awoke he was tied to a table and a creature unlike anything he had ever seen was holding a device over him running it up and down his body then he blacked out again.
An unknown amount of time later he woke again and this time the creature was holding a sharp tool over him and fear welling within him Jeremiah realized he was going to die but even as the blade fell time slowed and he thought he heard Petals voice as if coming from a long way away telling him to live.
Determination welling in him he struggled against the restrains and shocking himself almost as much as the creature they ripped into dozens of pieces as if the were made of paper and not wasting the chance Jeremiah lunged at the creature and yanking the sharp tool from his stunned hands he rammed it into the creatures eye killing him.

Lost and confused but still determined Jeremiah grabbed his weapons from a nearby table and dashed into the hallway, hours later exhausted and scared he stumbled out through a door to see a human world before him and staggered to what be believed was safety until the moment a blast of energy hit him full in the face burning his eyes to crimson orbs in his head and leaving him staring at the ground in agony.
A short time later a pair of hands grasping him from behind he looked up and gasped in shock seeing a glowing red creature in front of him and lashed out without thought sinking his knives into the creature face before being dropped back to the ground and crawling to safety.
That was several weeks ago and his wounds having healed somewhat Jeremiah has discovered that he can see the world around him as if through a thermal scope, the hotter or colder the object the brighter it appeared to him and as determined as ever he set out hoping to find a Petal but with no idea where she was or even where he was.

Description.
Physical : Jeremiah is 4 FT tall and looks incredibly frail to the untrained eye with blue tinged skin, crimson eyes and long pure white hair.
Mental : Jeremiah is by no means a heroic man, he knows how to fight and he is not afraid to get his hands dirty but he prefers to attack people from behind and is not above using his own team mates as cannon fodder to draw his targets out.
Aptitudes : Physique, Subterfuge.

[penguinofhonor]

Name: Janus
Gender: Male
Biography and Acts of Valor:
Janus is part of an ancient order of dog paladins, each of which is assigned to protect and guide a blind human scholar in their partner order. The two have coexisted for hundreds of years, each originally representing the forefront of weapons technology and scholarship but eventually becoming caretakers of past traditions and ancient knowledge. Janus fights with a style that has been passed down from the now extinct Old English Bulldogs.

He spent the majority of his life guiding the human scholar Elric. They traveled the world together, collecting histories of many dog-human civilizations, even shining new light on the earliest days of the dogs' and humans' cooperation. Although Janus did not do any of the research, he often discussed it with Elric as he was studying. Because of this, he is the one of the most thoroughly versed canine minds in early dog-human history.

His duties were not purely scholarly, though. Their research was previously undiscovered mostly because finding it took them into the territory of the wolves, a mess of feral tribes that had renounced humans and taken over an area covering most of northern Africa. They went on journies that had killed previous paladin-scholar pairs and fought off countless attacks by the wolf tribe. At Janus' insistence, the pair eventually began to communicate with the wolves and started a dialogue that would continue for years, eventually turning into peace talks between Argus the Wolf King and the UN.

The peace proved well timed, as advances in shiftspace technology soon allowed their world to make contact with others. On one diplomatic trip, disaster struck as hordes of alien soldiers poured into the world and began destroying everything. More fearful than he had ever been, Janus led Elric back to the portal but jumped through first in his haste. He looked back through and saw Elric lagging behind, tripping. The alien forces came into view and despite his begging, Janus watched the portal close before Elric could get close to it.

Now that Elric is presumed dead, Janus has no purpose except revenge against the Abomination and his forces. He has given up his life of diplomacy for one of pure violence and service.

Description: Janus is a talking dog from a world where dogs and humans rule alongside each other. Physically, he appears to be a rather large American Bulldog with a brindle coloration. He has a large scar across his face from a wolf bite. His steel armor shows countless dents and tears that have been repaired with ancient techniques - although more modern technology could restore the armor completely, Janus wishes to keep the scars on his armor as he believes they tell as many stories as the scars on his hide.

Mentally, Janus is well disciplined. He has a tactical and diplomatic mindset, and although he'd never say violence is the last option, he'd definitely say it's the second. That said, he often loses his cool when matters get personal and it's easy to get him to abandon his ideals if you know how to get under his skin.

Aptitudes: Physique, Shield
Other: N/A

[Weirdsound]

Name: Clive Jackson
Gender: Male
Biography and Acts of Valor:

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Clive was born and raised on Arizona, a flat windswept planet with fertile plains and a late 1800's/early 1900's technology level. Like his father and grandfather before him Clive was raised to be a ranch hand, and went on his first cattle drive at the age of seven. He quickly proved to be a natural rider, and a crack shot with a rifle. By the time he reach adulthood he had learned many survival skills such as medicine, trapping, tracking, weather forecasting, and plant gathering from his many adventures on the cattle trail.

When Clive was in his mid twenties, he and his father had saved enough money to start a ranch of their own. A year later, when Jackson Ranch brought it's first cattle to market, a small exploration fleet became the first star-ships to visit Arizona. The crew of one such ship, bored of bland rations, purchased many Jackson cows at a premium price for steak. To celebrate the huge sale Clive engaged in a night of partying and binge drinking.

He next woke up on a ship in flight, having seemingly enjoyed a one night stand with one of the female engineers. Unable to return home, Clive was forced to tag along with the exploration fleet for the next three years, where his survival skills proved invaluable and his skill with bolt action rifles easily translated over to more high tech guns. When the fleet finally returned to a civilized system Clive learned that nobody was interested in chartering another voyage to Arizona, where the only real resource of note happened to be cattle; which was plentiful on most planets.

Deciding to make the most of his situation Clive joined up with a mercenary band, and continued wandering the universe with them. It was during a job to rescue a maiden from Geogscale, a planet of Sentient Wyrven that the Cowboy gunslinger graduated to Hero. The Wyrven had predicted the mercenary band's ship's landing zone, and sent a band of 125 well trained elephant sized flying Wyrven to meet them. The Wyrven destroyed the ship and killed most of the mercenaries within minutes of landing, forcing Clive and a few other survivers to retreat into the surrounding Alien Swampland.

Clive's survival skills were able to keep the remaining mercenaries alive and hidden for several days, until the Wyrven King decided to make sport out of personally hunting the humans down. The King's tracking skill proved to be superior to Clive's ability to cover his trail, and eventually the King found his querry without much difficulty. Clive, confronted by the King and his entourage kept his cool, drew a plasma rifle, and slew the ruler of Geogscale with a single shot through the eye. The remaining Wyrven suddenly took a knee before him, explaining that he who could slay the king with proper justification was worthy of the throne himself.

Clive ruled Geogscale for 25 years, and brought the Wyrven race into the age of Spaceshift Travel. Upon hearing of the Abomination the Wyrven agreed to join the alliance against it, and sent their wise King to join the Heroes.

Description: Clive is in his late 50s, so his skin is wrinkled and his brown hair is greying. His skin is quite tan, and he walks with a bit of a limp. He wears a traditional cowboy suit and and his headgear is a cross between a Stetson hat and a gold crown. He tends to wear lots of jewelry befitting royalty as well.

Mentally Clive is easy going, diplomatic, and reserved, a byproduct of both his cowboy upbringing, and spending years dealing with Wyrven Court Politics. Sadly being king for a quarter Century has made Clive quite used to getting his own way, and although he can negotiate and play nice to a point, he will go over the edge if his way doesn't win out in the end.

Aptitudes:
Shield: Clive used to be quite the badass in his younger years, and is still a great shot when called upon. The lack of stamina that accompanies age however age has reduced him to more of a support role. He is more likely to contribute his medical, political, and wilderness skills than he is to last long on the front lines.

Retinue Member: Wyrven Princess Alderscale is Clive's combat mount and legal wife. Although the difference between their bodies prevents them from having an intimate relationship, they have adopted several human and wyrven children together. Being a armored flying reptile the size of an elephant she of course has the Physique Aptitude. As a member of the royal bloodline her breath weapon creates globs of molten silver.

Other: Clive prefers mounted combat to fighting on foot. His preferred mount is Princess Alderscale, but he can figure out how to ride anything with a saddle if given a few hours to work it out. His days as a mercenary has taught him to use motorcycles and off road vehicles when no animal mounts are available.

[Xantalos]

Name: Valoth Hrandbon
Gender: Male

Spoiler: Warning: Huge (click to show/hide)

Biography and Acts of Valor: Valoth was born long ago, in a land so cold and forbidding that no matter where one went, you would never escape the ice and snow. This kingdom of shivering, helpless men was completely hostile to most forms of life, being cold, rocky, wet, and the only food to be had is the lichen that clings to the rocks and the strange goatlike creatures that slurped it off said rocks.
Oh, and the dragons. It was improbable at best that dragons, creatures of fire, air, and heaty things would exist in this environment, especially with so little food. But as usual, dragons are creatures of magic, and magic loves to be contrary. The people that did live there barely survived, living off of spare scraps of rotted flesh from a dragon's kill and lichen, hiding at night in crevices, always keeping a watchful eye out, never truly sleeping. This life took a toll on them, and they were thin, with pinched faces and bodies of skin, bone, and little else. Truly a wretched existence.
That would all change when Valoth was born. Of course, with these subhumans not even have formed language yet, he was not named Valoth. He was simply the Climber. From birth he was ever curious about what lay above the wet crags his family group crawled around on, despite their shrieks of warning to come back. He was much stronger and more muscular than either of his parents, and more dextous into the bargain, letting him leap around the mountainside with the goat things. But all things must end at some point, and eventually Valoth's old life succumbed. What happened, you may ask?
A dragon found them.
It was a desperate time of year; the snows had come down especially hard and the family hadn't found any food in days. So they climbed.
The mountain that they were on was tall enough to breach the cloud layer, but the constant rain and cold killed anything but the lichen, and there was sufficient moisture above the coulds for at least some plant life to grow. Of course, the dragons lived above the coulds, but they were desperate and needed to get in, grab the food, and get out. Of course, that went wrong. A dragon came upon them as they were cramming berries into their mouths. As they ran in terror, it flew after them and took the young Valoth. He never saw his parents again.
Valoth spent many days in a cave on the mountainside, waiting for the dragon to return from where it had placed him. After a week, it came back with food. As Valoth gorged himself, the dragon watched him. It looked at him - no, it looked into him, assessing his mind, such that it was, his doubts, his thoughts, all of it. It decided that he was on the verge of developing thought; it might as well give him a push.
Valoth was simple wen he was first granted thought by the dragon. Simple concepts squeezed into his mind, like grapes entering a soap bubble. Sun. Sky. Time. Food. Gradually, after a period of several days, he turned to the dragon and said, "Who?"
His awakening had just begun.
Several months passed. Valoth was educated by Alkus, the dragon who had taken him, as to speaking, hunting, combat, and perhaps most importantly, the art of thought. Alkus firmly believed that no matter how strong one was in body, the mind was the greater wepon - a lesson he demonstrated by pinning Valoth to the cave floor with a thought. This was the reason he had taken Valoth from his now dimly-remembered parents: he had sensed his potential. At first, he was able to do no more than think at Alkus very hard, but as time went on and his conversations with Alkus imperceptibly transformed from psychic tanslation on Alkus' part to full telepathic conversations, he was eventually able to affect the world around him. It started with a pebble. Just a pebble, moved an inch or so. Then a slightly larger stone. It progressed like this until Valoth was lifting boulders with ease, and finally Alkus let him out of the cave. He had almost forgotten the outside world. It was right about now that Valoth learned to fly. All dragons did eventually, once they were skilled enough to lift their own body weight three times over. Alkus and Valoth flew together amongst the lonely crags of the world for days, Valoth eventually becoing able to sustain flight constantly, just before they arrived at their destination, and where Alkus revealed the reason he had taken him from all he knew: Combat.
The dragons of the world had typically inhabited the mountainous regions, and their lesser bretheren, great blind serpents and farseeing lizardmen, had dwelled in the darkness below. But they had grown jealous of their sibling's place in the sun; they wanted to claim the peaks for their own. The dragons, unwilling to fight against those who they saw as their misguided kin, instead uplifted champions of other races to repel the Blind invasion. Valoth was to be one of these champions. He was armored in the scale of the first dragons to fall in the invasion, given claw and tooth as sword and scale as shield. The skull of a child dragon slaughtered by the lizardmen adorned his head, and he was presented before the eldest of their race, the First Scale, to judge him worthy or unworthy of champion status. After a thourough examination, he was accepted, and marched out onto the frontlines. He dove into the advancing ranks of blind things as a hot knife clove through butter; his every strike killed, and he wreaked havoc with his psychic abilities, making enemies run in terror, crushing them beneath the might of his mind, and using his abilities to instantaneously travel short distances, appearing behind enemy lines and killing all there before disappearing again. Valoth sustained many years in combat, gaining many scars and killing far more. His combat skills grew to that of legend, and his psychic skill increased daily. The armies of the dragons were pressing forward; they were almost at the hives where the blind ones made their fould spawn when they arrived. The Blind, in desperation, had made a pact with those who would end all. Swarms of alien horrors blocked the skies and sent their foul progeny to kill every last thing on the planet. Valoth was the first to encounter them, and he managed quite well against them, but eventually even he had to fall back before the horde. The dragons barricaded themselves in deep caves in the highest mountains made specifically for this purpose as they debated what to do. Valoth was a voice for fighting them at first, but he eventually realized that even one such as he could not fight this. So the dragons did what must be done. They had been studying the skies for many years and had located a planet that would be amicable to their kind; all they had to do was go there. Every dragon of evey age, from the First Scale to the smallest hatchling, focused their energies and pooled their thoughts. Valoth participated in this; he knew, if only for a scant few minutes, the feeling of having millions of minds join your own, and knew that He was Larger than his current body.
They were almost ready when the horde reached the door. Some brave souls who had volunteered to act as a rearguard broke off from the link and barred the door; when the throng broke through, they held them off long enough to let the others escape.
One to fall was Alkus, slain by a behemoth insectoid, but not before crushing it's body. As Valoth saw Alkus' bleeding body on the floor, more of a father to him than his progenitor had ever been, he was filled with a tearing grief. All who were in the link felt this, and their pooled emotion amplified the effects. Instead of going between planets, they went between universes.
It was by a sheer stroke of luck that they landed on a habitable planet. It wasn't long before an offshoot of humanity had made contact and established diplomatic relations. It was here that the alliance noticed Valoth, Last of the Champions. He was alone in the world, his familial bonds having been severed by the forces of the Abomination. He was as powerful a psychic as anyone had ever seen, perhaps even more.
He was chosen, and when offered the chance to avenge his foster father, he gladly accepted.
Description: Valoth is a tall, imposing man, 8 feet tall, with silvery-grey hair and pale blue eyes. His face and body is covered in scars and bulging with muscle, and he wears clothes of treated dragonhide, and armor of dragonscale, excepting a helmet, which his powers had trouble going through. He is armed with a dragonclaw sword with a dragonbone handle, and has several dragonfang daggers on various parts of his person. He radiates an aura of power that most can feel as they walk toward him. Mentally, Valoth is a seasoned warrior, having fought terrible beasts for many years, and slain many. While he can be detached from those he interacts with, he is ridiculously loyal to those he considers friend, and will fight with a fell fury to protect them.

Aptitudes:
Psychic: Valoth is technically a very rare mutant as a result of living on a dragon-occupied planet. He is an extremely powerful telekenetic and can read minds with ease, though he prefers not to. With effort, he can even warp space itself and teleport (or whatever it's called in this game).

Shock: Valoth presents an intimidating figure, being tall, muscular, fast, and an expert with his blades. His battle-cry sends lesser foes running, and the force of his strikes will cleave body parts from their original spots.

Other: Dragon species details, detailed in PM format.

[Ardas]

Name: Commodore Victor Naversen
Gender: Male
Biography and Acts of Valor: Victor was a scientific prodigy of his family on Earth of his universe -an advanced interstellar empire battling fringe colonies for resources that were required to sustain the core of the human space. Victor was quickly swept up into military, where he spent his time in top secret research and application of technology to military for a more "unconventional" warfare. He was not unfamiliar with combat matters either, receiving a Crux de Valour for his breakthrough of a blockade of an endangered outpost in a brilliant naval operation, and had the displeasure of taking part in ground combat during pacification of Sextus Uprising, for which he received three bronze Vexillia. With such record, he was chosen to be the addition to the new team. He was also responsible for first steps in psychic research in his universe, recognizing the existence of the phenomena and paving way for further research.

Description: Aged 34, with medium length blond hair and spectacles that hide his blue-grey eyes, moderate build and average height. He usually carries a mini computer and a sidearm with him. He usually wears heavy leather Navy greatcoat and a peaked cap or the lighter uniform of the Science Corps while in lab.
He is usually very eloquent and logical, but can be sarcastic. He gets on normally with others but made few friends among his peers, effectively stopping his military career short of an admiral rank and his preference for direct involvement with research or combat. Its safe to say he can get on with people if needed, but he won’t be overly emotional with them if he does not find it appropriate, which he rarely does with his constant preference for work.

Aptitudes: Choose two
Tech: Victor is classically trained scientist. Being in charge of various weapons programs and associated research, Victor specializes in weapons technology and matter-energy conversion which he successfully applied in plethora of electromagnetic and plasma weapons. It can be easily said that tinkering is his favourite job, where he combines his theoretical research with practical work on ship systems or equipment for his pressurized hazard suit (which resembles a cross between an astronaut suit and a powered armor), which he uses both in hazardous environments or in combat. With his emphasis on technical side of warfare, he prefers ranged attacks with his weapons as well as electronic warfare with use of array of tools he has to jam enemy signals, fry their equipment or hack it.
The most recent field of interests for Victor was the emergence of psychic powers in his universe (he isn't a psychic himself, sadly) and the quite recent contact with the multiverse that brought up new questions in physics.

Starship: His naval career meant that Vicotr is well-versed in navigation and piloting of variety of vessels, from cockpits of dropships to bridges of capital ships. His scientific training gives him an edge in stellar navigation, employing astronomy and physics in addition to standard computer-plotted courses.
As a Commodore, Victor was given the cruiser "Andromeda" which he promptly outfitted with experimental systems, weapons and additional fusion reactor. His ship, apart from scientific and combat functions with its missile torpedoes, laser batteries and mass accelerators also served as a flagship of assault groups during many naval operations, meaning its also possesses an array of shields and communication equipment, in addition to living quarters that are prepared for long voyages. It is a balanced unit, but with Victor's preference for command and research functions, it cannot compare itself to Conqueror-class battlecruisers or the heavy destroyers that form the spearhead of his universe' fleets.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Never mind, I'll PTW.


PS, would it be possible to RP as someone's Retinue Member?

[penguinofhonor]

I have made my bio. I shall be playing a talking dog.

[sjm9876]

Name: Seth T'har

Gender: Male

Spoiler: Biography and acts of valour: (click to show/hide)

 
Seth Mulligan was born with his talent. Not that he knew it. The first he knew he was ordinary. Just another man in thousands on Har, the only planet of humanity. That, also, was a misconception.
In the year 2045, shiftspace was uncovered. The leaders of Har, ever reckless, opened a rift around the planet itself, only to find a huge fleet of alien ships on the other side. War was met.
It was Seth's ship that first left his dimension. It never returned. As soon as they entered, they were captured, and marched to the bridge. Only one person was missing - Seth.
Over the course of the next few days, the aliens began to dissapear. Always alone, and always during the night cycle. And every day, closer and closer to the bridge, where the prisoners were held. A week later, the captain had called ameeting in the bridge to discuss the situation, when the lights began to flicker. With every flash of darkness, another member of the crew dissapeared, until only the captain remained. A second later, and a blade of darkness itself was seen to protrude from his stomach. Then the lights faded once more, before coming back up in full strength to find the prisoners free, and the ship deserted otherwise, with not even a single corpse.
The ship returned to Har the next day, and the crew spoke not of what happened. Seth was assumed to be among the dead, although no corpses were found. it was only much later, when the people of Har were discovered to have protectors among them, that Seth's name was once again mentioned. The council renamed him T'Har, and changed his report to missing in action.

Seth wandered the planet below the battlescene, waiting for the ship to land. As it's hatch opened, he stepped back from the floodlights, and called to them to take him to Har. Confused, the captain stepped back up into the hull, only to find a knife pressed up against his back from the shadows. 'Har. Take me there.' the captains protests were ended with screams.

The ghost ship, they called it. No name, no make, nothing. Just the ghost ship, and it's captain. The ferryman. The guide of souls, eternally seeking a way to pass on himself. Thus the militia of theis dimension decided to aid him.
The ship exploded from a single hit, and there was silence. Then a crash. And then screams. Seth landed on the hull visor of the lead ship, and a black blade passed through it into the captains stomach. The crew fell quickly as they sought out the dark places to hide. The final act before the power died was to warp the ship to the Alliance, so that they could calm the ghost......

Description: Seth lokks entirely human, with a pale face and black hair, and with a thin, although not weak, build. His only odd feature are black irises. He wears a hood at all times, keeping his face hidden.
Mentally, Seth is relentless. Once he sets his mind on a task, he doesn't quit. He is fierce, although he is more likely to adopt a calm, cold anger than an all out rage. Otherwise, he seems to experience little emotion or remorse.

Aptitudes: Psychic - specialises in shadow, and can force it into solid form.
Subterfuge - again specialises in shadow.

Other: Seth has the ability to manipulate shadows, sculpting them into a solid form, and dissapearing into them completely at will.

[OREOSOME]

Name: Lucas Alexander
Gender: Male

Biography and Acts of Valor: Lucas hails from a reality in which mankind has spread to another galaxy, albeit losing the knowledge of where in the universe earth was in the first place. The majority of human space is regulated by the Terran alliance, which has ruled over human space for over 10,000 years. At the time of the discovery of shiftspace, Lucas was helping the Alliance fight against several alien empires as a Psionic commando, but that is not the pinnacle.

As an agent for the PsiOps division, Lucas and his comrades were sent about as a even fancier version of Internal Affairs operatives. On one occasion, Luca's team was sent to a minor colony, and encountered an malevolent Psionic entity calling itself a 'Hybrid'. It had taken control of the colony, and had crushed the minds of the colonists, making them meat puppets for it to use. After a long battle, Lucas was able to destroy the Hybrid, but at great cost. To this day, Lucas hates the idea of the people having their wills erased by another mind...

Description: Lucas is a medium sized Human, with slightly long black hair, which on some occasions block out his teal-green eyes. He personally is amazed at how the dimension traveling tech has spread. He is soft hearted, and has a distinct hatred of mental control (See the background for explanation), and needless warfare.

Aptitudes:
Psychic - A given, due to his enlistment in the Psi-Ops division.
Tech - As part of one of the Alliance's best special operations units, Lucas has trained to be able to use some of the best military tech available.

[Child of Armok]

Reserved

Name: Hisir Morgathinos
Gender:Male

Biography: Hisir is part of the Ythilien elite order, The elite force of the Ythiliens.
They are a humanoid species, with a rough black skin and black hair.
Their species developed themselves on a cold, dark, hostile planet, who is ten times as far from his star as earth is.
How life was able to live on such a barren place is a mystery.

The planet was dark most of the time, and so the Ythiliens became accustomed to that and developed very good eyes and ears.
They also learned how to sneak around, using their dark skin to dissapear into the dark rock of wich a lot of the planet was made of.

Later , the Ythilien technologie quicly evolved to let them interact with other races in space.

Hisir is such a Ythilien.  He was the son of a Ythilien fleet commander, and as the son of a soldier he quickly joined the army, where they trained him to use different sorts of crossbows and all the different bolts for them.
He learned different martial arts and how to be even more stealthy then before.

After a few months of training the trainers discovered he was a natural and so he quickly promoted and gained a place in the Ythilien elite force : The Shadows
With his help, the Ythilien empire expanded quickly.
He fought against humans as well as other civilizations and so captured the shiftspace technologie, wich he soon learned how to use in combat.   
With this new technologie, he learned how to control the world around him or himself and other people.
That way he destroyed an enemy cruiser just by concentrating
on a button inside the ship that disabled the shields.

Now he  agrees that he cannot fight this new threat alone.

Description:Hisir is big to Ythilien standerds but is still a head shorter then the average human.
Like all Ythiliens, he has black long hair and black skin.
His eyes are red.
He loves to steal and does'nt care if he has to kill someone

Aptitudes:Subterfuge  Psychic

((This is hardto write on an Ereader))

 

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Could I RP as a Retinue member?

[Digital Hellhound]

Could I RP as a Retinue member?

I don't really know. If you negotiate it with the player first, I suppose, but even so you'd only do the RP. I would control 'you' when rolls are needed.

[Weirdsound]

Edited my reservation post with a proper sheet.

[Digital Hellhound]

Alright, interesting sheets so far. @penguinofhonor - would Janus stand upright or be on four legs? It might be a touch difficult to use anything other than specialized weapons without hands.