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[Jboy2000000]

People to often use resort to the old set up of humans, orcs, elves and other cliches for races in their games. So here you can post your own races you made, or use them in your game.

Spoiler: Reapers (click to show/hide)

Reapers are hunters of the incorporeal realm, they kill people when its their time to die. Before Adam their was another human God made to live in the garden of Eden. He ignored god's warnings and ate an apple, he didn't bother trying to convince Eve that they could be better, be free, instead he became angry with god and tried to defeat him, he was hopelessly outmatched, but he did have an ally, Lucifer. He failed to defeat god, and in turn he and Lucifer were cast into hell. The man was grabbed by his face by god, so he no longer had a face after dying. God wanted his fate to be worse than eternity in hell, so he was forced to kill humans, his fellow man, for all of time. He is called the Faceless Reaper, and when souls are collected, all those bound for hell are examined for him to, and the truly wicked are meant to suffer the same fate as him.

[birdy51]

I suppose I'll share one. This is one that I help developed for a project of a friend a mine.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Fureur:

Derived from a French translation of rage, Fureurs are dangerous menfolk imbued with above physical strength and agility who are predisposed to evil. A cursed race, the Fureur are of a fickle nature; bloody, manipulative, and violent. Solitary creatures, Fureurs gain power from the sufferings of others. They care not for humanity or others, but only seek to further whatever dark aims they may have.

The key characteristic of all Fureur is that of their blood. Any man or woman who drinks the blood of a Fureur will be immediately overcome with a berserker rage. Caring not for friend or foe, they will fly into a horrifying state of peerless attack and fury. Even the meekest of men can be made into bloodthirsty monsters mere moments after blood is spilled. The drinkers feel neither pain nor sorrow. They march forth endlessly into melee until either the blood's curse is expelled or the drinker is killed. It is because of this effect that enterprising lords may supply choice warriors with a small draught of Fureur blood to his choice soldiers then release them upon the enemy with devastating results.

However, even if the drinker survives the poisonous effects, the drinker's mind is left in a fragile, infantile state and their bodies racked with awful pains caused by convulsions stemming from internal nerve damage by the body becoming strained during their wild combat. Vomiting can also a side effect, leaving the drinker dehydrated.

Ne-Fureur:

Fureurs are not alone in the world however. Their race is paralleled with another, the Ne-Fureur. Not merely an foil for the Fureur, these womenfolk represent the other half of the Fureur race. Unlike their brotherfolk, the Fureur, the Ne-Fureur are far more gentle and relaxed in nature. They live together in small communal societies, tending to each others needs and brushing each others hair with their unnaturally long fingernails.

Like the Fureur, their blood is imbued with certain traits however. Their blood is antithesis to that of the Fureurs; their blood causes a person to enter a state of catatonic blindness. Consumption of Ne-Fureur blood leaves the drinker dead to the world, their senses relaxed to the point where nothing can wake them from their state of unconsciousness. Too much blood consumed will cause immediate organ and brain failure, making their blood positively lethal in high doses. Used correctly however, their blood can counteract the poisonous effects of Fureur blood, restoring a person back to a calm state if the antidote of Ne-Fureur blood is administered quickly.

However, unlike Fureur blood, Ne-Fureur blood is rarely consumed. Rather, it is injected by the fingernails of the Ne-Fueur like a syringe. The amount of blood released in the manner is more than enough to kill a healthy young man in a matter of seconds if the nails reach an artery. This process can be painful for the Ne-Fureur, so they only rarely perform such a task outside of pacifying a mate.


Family Relations:

Despite first appearances, both of these two peoples represent a mating pair. It is the right of passage of a young Ne-Fureur to go out and find a suitable Fureur and pacify him via forced transfusion of blood from her fingernails. The Ne-Fureur blood pacifies the blood of the Fureur, causing it to lose all power. A similar effect is exacted upon the Ne-Fureur, causing their blood to normalize as well. Once this is done, it becomes nearly impossible to identify them as their past race. However, problems will arise upon having children; as any children that the Ne-Fureur mother will be touched by the Fureur curse that manifests itself upon adolescence.

At this time, young male Fureurs will become too much for their parents to handle, and they are often abandoned to keep them from harming others. Any young Ne-Fureurs will leave the society of her parents to join a society of her peers; waiting and training for the day that she may find herself a Fureur husband.

The circumstances of a Fureur being born a female and a Ne-Fureur being born a male are both extremely unlikely circumstances, but past incidents have been recorded where the traditional hierarchy has been flipped.[/spoiler]

[~Neri]

I just sorta vomited this blob of creatives at Sinvara after a three word prompt.

Spoiler: Zievek: (click to show/hide)

Zievek. (The i is pronounced as the word "I" and the e's are pronounced "eh")

The Zievek are a strange race to say the least, by most accounts their appearance is little more then freakishly tall and slender, robed and masked figures. Normal heights range fron 6'7 to 7'4 in adult Zievek. They tend to speak extremely quietly, and only when directly spoken to if they ever talk at all. Normally Zievek don't speak. This is due to their race's natural telepathy. Why speak when you can simply send a thought over. They do not have any sort of intrusive psionic magic, nor can they be affected by such, their minds are simply too alien for a normal race to make sense of. Their telepathy only affects members of their race and only what they send can be heard, they can specify who they send it to as well. Without the mask and robe, they appear to be almost skeletal, emancipated beings, their skin extremely tight against their bones. Although they would seem extremely fragile, their bones are extremely strong, being primarily composed of the metals that make up their diet. Many a fool has thought to rob a Zievek, expecting the sword to cut right through it, only to discover the sword shattered and their skull smashed in. Zievek skin tends to heal rather slowly, resulting in rather lethal infections if wounds are not carefully treated or cleaned, although the majority of important organs and arteries reside within their bones, making it rather difficult for them to be bled out. Most limbs have three bones next to one another. two for arteries and blood cycling and one acting as a material deposit for damaged bones to draw upon, as well as the connections for muscles, in healthy Zievek, this third bone is solid metal, with the exception of the occasional vein to keep the bone healthy and deposit or retrieve metal. The majority of their organs are located in their torso, Their facial structure seems rather similar to humans, with the exception of metal ridges along the scalp and face and no hair of any sort. These ridges serve as a way to reduce heat, as their brains function at a much higher level then humans do, resulting in a much higher heat production. The metal ingested directly relates to the strength of their bones. The stronger and denser the metal is, the better. Zievek are unaffected by heavy metals and cannot get poisoned from them, lead is a perfectly useable material for them. Zievek must drink water, but otherwise can sustain themselves on metal alone. It is possible for them to eat plant and animal matter and they often benefit physically for it, so many of them have incorporated those into their diets.

Zievek don't give birth, they also lack true genders. Two Zievek will couple, normally with one party being unwilling, involving the growth of hollow metal spines on the elbows and knees of the "provider" when its body decides it is time to reproduce and the ramming of said spines into a Zievek designated as a "carrier" and the injection of genetic material. The carrier does not need to be willing in any way and this will cause an immense amount of pain for it. After several hours of being coupled, the provider will decouple and leave the carrier to its own devices, after three months, the carrier will begin growing an extra set of metal bones and feel the compulsion to eat more metal then its normal diet, six months in and it becomes very visible as another skull begins growing. Thirteen months later, with a total gestation period of 14 months, the carrier will expel the extra skeletal structure, coated in a gel of pseudo cells similar to stem cells in humans but with a much greater kick to them. The carrier will go back to its own devices, completely ignoring this flesh covered skeletal blob. About twelve days after the skeleton is extruded, the organs, veins, brain, arteries, muscles, and tendons begun to form. A month later and the skeleton's heart starts beating and the newly born Zievek awakens, receiving a massive data dump from its race the moment it sends out its first telepathic ping.

Zievek are extremely good mechanists and artificers, where they lack in magic they make up for in ingenuity and skill with machines, being able to process complex problems as a group and store vast sums of information in an easily accessible pseudo hivemind, as well as extremely adaptable and quick thinking brains on their own. As such they have made rapid advancements in technology and have built a rather large system of railroads, that other races may use for a price, this price can be many things. Knowledge that nobody in the groupmind knows and is useful or interesting, precious metals, interesting machines, high quality weapons, magical artifacts and devices, or similar things. Zievek utterly lack magical potential, only one in millions is even capable of channeling mana. They have difficulties even with deific magic. As a result of the scarcity of healing magic, Zievek medical technology has advanced rather far, to the point of near perfectly functional mechanical limbs as well as many medical practices and tools that would be considered "Modern" or even "Advanced" by real life standards.

Although the Zievek rarely have need to fight as a race, in the past they were regarded as abominations and demons, being hunted and burned or killed by many races for both the metal they contain and their perceived aberration status, resulting in the rapid development of technology oriented towards warfare, they are extraordinarily good at building weapons and machines of war, their guns are both rare and highly sought after and their services as siege engineers are oft bidden for. Rumors and legends persist of mechanical soldiers and automated rolling machines of death but so far have been proven to be unfounded.

Zievek primarily live in rapidly pieced together shacks of metal, they rarely stay in one place for too long, they strip the area of its metallic resources and move on. In the few places with high enough metal resources to sustain an ongoing mining operation for months on end, massive sprawls of haphazardly cobbled together metal buildings will stretch to the horizon. Although once the metal dries up. The vast majority of these will vanish in days as Zievek move on to new areas.

Zievek culture puts absolutely no stock in the raising of young, newly awakened Zievek are given a datadump of what they need to know and then left to their own devices, if they die, then so be it, their mind lives on in the groupmind, albeit scattered and not particularly functional. Preservation of the race as a whole and acquisition of useful material are given higher priorities. Long living Zievek are given a higher groupmind priority however and as Zievek can live for around three hundred years, many of them have this priority. Zievek are capable of thinking individually and often do so, however they also just as often simply don't care what they are doing and will do what is best for the race.

Feel free to use that for whatever, just give credit where it ish due.

I'm going to sleeps.

Imagination vomit makes me sleepys.

[Mesa]

I'm just gonna re-post this from my Guntarctica thread.
Sure, they may be just mutant dwarves and elves (and humans I guess) but who cares? They're mine.

Spoiler: Races (click to show/hide)

Humans
Humans are the remnants of the pre-apocalypse world. They are scavengers and nomads and rarely stay in one place for prolonged periods of time, but do not go down easily. They make up their lack of unique mutant traits with clever technology such as boot rocket jets, to help them move around the annihilated cities and deserts more easily.

Humans as a whole don't have a single leader. They usually travel in convoys of armored trucks and quads, commanded by the guy with the best gun, which is usually the object of worship of the rest of the convoy.
Humans' primary currency are 9mm Parabellum cartridges, as they tend to engage at medium-range combat where their preferred guns, the Uzis, are the most effective.

(Analogues of humans in most common fantasy settings.)


Frogs
Frogs were the first sentient mutant race to appear on Earth. Afraid of the sun (and cold) they spend most of the time deep underground in train and subway stations, and bunkers, and wear hoods when on the surface to avoid the hot sun. Slow but tough, frogs are a tough challenge to anyone foolish enough to underestimate them based on their size, before they realize they can jump over a small house and land safely on the other side with your stuff running to their guntrain.

Frogs live in underground vaults interconnected by railways and each vault is governed by a single frog mayor, elected in a relatively calm manner (read: whoever survives a shootout between the candidates).
Frogs' most commonly used currency are the 12-gauge shotgun shells, as the shotguns are invaluable in the tight underground corridors.

(Analogues of dwarves in most common fantasy settings.)


Birdfolk
The birdfolk are a rather savage group of various races of birds, living above all other mutants, not really caring about their problems. Except for the times they do. And they're dead serious about it. With mighty-looking airships and hoverboards for swift overground movement, birds can easily outspeed most opposition before they realize they're under attack and run away unscathed. However they can't take much abuse before dropping dead so they must use their speed and agility to their best advantage.

The birdfolk are splintered into multiple sky kingdoms, each with their own monarch ruling over the rest from their giant airships.
As they tend to engage in at long distances, birds are the most willing to accept the titanium arrows as their currency.

(Analogues of elves in most common fantasy settings.)

[WillowLuman]

I've got a few I've been working on for a while. They're part of a world I've been trying to build a natural history for, where everything fits somewhere on the evolutionary tree. No pictures ATM, though.

Spoiler: Sarmin (click to show/hide)

A bird/dinosaur-like race. There's a whole clade offshoot from the long-extinct dinosaur-equivalents of this world that developed a mutation for an extra pair of limbs (and never lost their teeth), managing to survive and diversify over millions of years. They were largely confined to the continent where the mutation originated, as more conventional birds and mammals outcompeted them elsewhere in the world. Fossils of both them and dinosaurs are believed to be the cause of mythological belief in dragons. Their continent in present times is connected by an isthmus to the world's major landmass, and is slowly drifting closer, though at the current point of collision there is a very tall mountain range.

Anyway, this clade gave rise to a contemporary sentient species known as the Sarmin, who have a roughly humanoid, plantigrade configuration with wings on their backs and control surfaces on their ankles. Their hands have fairly long fingers and 2 thumbs each, on opposite sides of the palm. They evolved from cliff-dwelling species, and while many of their settlements consist of tunnels dug into the side of high mountains, as well as some structures anchored to the sides of the cliffs or on top of them, like homo sapiens they became rather more generalist and adaptable than their ancestors, colonizing a few new environments and developing new lifestyles, though almost entirely restricted to their home continent.

They are roughly human-sized, though of smaller mass. Their muscles and bones are proportionally lighter and stronger than those of other vertebrates, though only enough to compensate for their decreased density, and compared to humans they are a bit fragile. They are adapted for both flying and long-distance walking, though they find it difficult to fly for long while carrying anything.

Culturally, their species isn't very diverse, as they aren't as populous as other sentients, and so in their general culture they tend to be highly secluded and secretive towards outsiders. Their only military strength is defense, as non-flying armies would find their mountains almost impossible to assault. However, lone or small groups of missionaries and explorers are known to roam the world and actively seek out other cultures and species. Whether on their own or from the observations of their emissaries, they have developed a number of advanced artisan techniques, though examples of their craftsmanship are rare outside their homeland.

[Eric Blank]

I have constructed two such races for my world building purposes.

Spoiler: vutchnell (click to show/hide)

Vutchnell are human-sized bipedal viverrids. They usually stand between 5.5 and 6.5 feet tall, weigh between 90 and 150 pounds, with females being slightly smaller. Their ribcage is more rotund and shorter than humans, with the abdomen being long and narrow, and the legs slightly shorter than the arms. Vutchnell possess semi-retractable claws and prehensile thumbs on both hand and foot, allowing them to climb easily in their native rainforests. They have a thick tail between 14 and 30 inches long which may aid in balance. Vutchnell are naturally omnivorous, hunting animals and consuming softer plant matter.

Vutchnell in ideal conditions can live to be over 180 years old, reaching puberty around 16 and suffering physical debilitation around 80. The pressures of reality often stunt this potential, and average lifespan in some societies is as little as 35. These are primarily hunter-gatherer societies which shun outside contact or original thought, sticking to the traditional family model of a single mother caring for a single child while men devote themselves to the militia, relying on their gods to protect them. In the most modern societies, however, vutchnell utilize any combination of magic and basic technologies, along with animal husbandry and fruiting trees, to ease the burdens of life and devote themselves to their extended family. Some settlements persist for thousands of years, as priests and philosophers slowly unravel the mysteries of life.

Vutchnell are naturally agile and effective at guaging distance and motion with their keen eyesight. Skills for climbing and leaping between trees are quick to develop, as are language skills.

Spoiler: paklara (click to show/hide)

Paklara are sapient birds with broad bodies, short necks and round heads with short, broad beaks. Their wings are truncated and useless for flight, as they live along the coast, picking through reefs. The wing does end in a set of three or four ugly scaled fingers, which allow them to manipulate their environment. Paklara stand between 4 and 5 feet tall and weigh between 70 and 120 pounds, with males possessing iridescent blue/green plumage along their arms and tail. The rest of the plumage in both sexes is deep brown to black, or occasionally dark blue.

Paklara have excellent lung capacity and webbed feet, permitting them to swim and dive with ease and grace, down to a depth of 200 feet or for twenty minutes. They are also capable fighters with bow, knife, or throwing spear. Paklara live along the coasts in communities between of between 50 and 200 individuals, with cities rarely exceeding 3000. Each community is comprised of multiple spacious wooden dwellings with a fire pit, centered around a central meeting hall where the eldest male of each household aids in governance. Women usually play a larger role by guiding their mate's decisions within and without the community, but men are expected to collect food (by fishing) and defend the community. Children reach sexual maturity by age 8 and are then paired off by the eldest female of one household to another, with the husband moving in with their wife. It is considered poor taste for a married man to display any sexual plumage, and men cut the long, brightly colored arm and tail feathers, which are used to weave various things, including clothing for the wife. Adultery for males is punishable by death in most communities, as it is seen as a direct attempt to shirk one's responsibilities, endangering the family by producing illegitimate offspring he cannot afford to care for. Paklara can expect to live to be 45 in ideal conditions.

In societies near a large population center, a single family in the city usually controls the nation, organizing foreign affairs and raising a strong naval militia. Most other aspects of life are decided by the smaller communities.