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[_DivideByZero_]

If someone is missing for three or more rolls then I'll replace him with another player. I'll send PM reminders after the first, though.
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Spoiler: Old Post (NEW PLAYERS READ) (click to show/hide)

Humanity is not what it used to be.

Fourty thousand years ago. That is when humanity left its shores. Earth was our home and our shining beacon, a great example, no... the only example of a successful civilization this galaxy had ever seen. We were the first in space, the first to overcome the troubles that led all others into extinction. In those days, mankind looked to the stars as an absolute destiny, one last, final frontier with no bounds.

It is now possible for humans to live several centuries, if they so choose. Our pasttimes include building cities for lesser species, classifying alien biology, and terraforming barren worlds. There are at most 20,000 humans on a world, any more and they start having to share natural resources with each other. Most don't interact with more than a dozen other humans in their lives aside from their vat-grown successor. They prefer to talk to AI's usually, and within a lifetime it is possible to learn every subject of math, biology, physics, engineering, and literature. Humans are fairly independent these days.

But there is one rule that is universally never broken, and that is: "Never uplift another species." Some see this rule as an example of the human desire for dominance and power, while others see it as justified. To them, the human condition is a curse. Once you know everything, there is no purpose anymore, nowhere to go further. Humanity has progressed as far as it can go. Science has stagnated, and everyone knows that once you learn everything, you will never again have that sense of discovery. Though it is in a sense true that one can re-learn things after getting rusty over the years, that sense of learning something new is never again there, at least after the first few cycles.


Humans usually self-terminate before their 200th year.

Hence, the Discovery Project.

It has become a custom in the stellar systems neighboring Sagittarius to dive into the supermassive black hole at the center of the Milky Way, rather than to self-terminate. It is considered a wasteful practice by some, but for others it is a dream come true, and some are willing to cross lightyears for it, without FTL.
Some have taken advantage of this trend by equipping black-hole-divers' vessels with incomplete faster-than-light Warp Drives, requiring nothing but exotic matter to complete. Because exotic matter cannot be found in our universe, FTL has been a dream long abandoned. However, if black-hole-divers were to enter the antiverse of a black hole and acquire exotic matter, it would theoretically be possible to travel back through the black hole and into our universe again. So far there has not been any tangible success... but these people have nothing left to lose anyhow.

The hope is that somewhere beyond the event horizon lies a breakthrough, something which will allow humans to progress further once again. Something to lift humans up out of stagnation.

Spoiler: A bit more fluff (click to show/hide)

Ancient physics covered two domains: Quantum and Classical. Quantum physics covers indeterminate, discrete states of matter, while Classical physics covers determinate, continuous states. New other fields have been pioneered since then.
Attractor Physics (circa 5,000 A.D.) covers discrete, determinate spaces. It predicted the existence of tachyonic matter, just as existing models of physics did.
Continuum Physics (circa 25,000 A.D.) covers continuous, indeterminate spaces. It corroborated the prediction, but in 27,221 a human from Tau Ceti proved conclusively that tachyons must be obscured behind an event horizon.

A unified theory of Attractor-Continuum physics arose in the 31st millennium, which was eventually used to strongly suggest that if negative-mass particles existed (that is, non-tachyonic negative-mass matter) they would also have to be obscured by an event horizon, because otherwise they would have become tachyons due to the initial expansion of the universe and the infinite density of space during such times.

And so the search for negative-mass particles beyond event horizons began.

Illustration by Justv23

As our heroes valiantly plunged into the depths of the void, they have found that much has changed. A world of clouds, floating islands, and mysterious talking people made of fish. Machines have gained sentience along with human bodies, and apparently souls are a thing.
Whatever the case may be, it seems like there are new things to discover beyond the event horizon. A new world awaits.

They're not alone. Countless others made the plunge into the void, and they might cross paths sooner or later.


You were originally a pilgrim, having traveled from across the galaxy in order to do one thing: to boldly go where no man has returned from, with zero certainty of survival.

Code: (Character Sheet) [Select]

[b]Name: [/b]

[b]Origin: [/b](what kind of society did your character come from?)
[b]Bio: [/b](what's your character's background?)
[b]Appearance/Items: [/b](what does your character look like/have on him currently?)

[b]Skills/Properties: [/b](see below for what's allowed)

I'm looking for characters that come from completely alien societies, more or less not what you see in typical space opera. There is literally no point in being just a "generic" human. You can come up with pretty much any society you want so long as it doesn't control the galaxy or somesuch. There is no FTL or FTL communication so characters probably can't be hivemind extensions of some entity in the galaxy itself, it would have to be self-contained.

I'll pick 6 characters that fit the game after people are done writing sheets.

Spoiler: Modified RtD Rulings (click to show/hide)

Your character uses a d6 for most actions. The result table is as follows:

[1] Critical Failure : The situation worsens
[2] Failure          : You do not succeed
[3] Partial Success  : You succeed partly, but not as you intended
[4] Success          : You succeed mostly
[5] Perfect Success  : You succeed and perhaps do better than you expected
[6] Overshoot        : You overdo it and cause something bad to happen, usually

Some actions are more difficult than others, for example, performing surgery. This inflates the table and makes the "Partial Success" threshold higher, such as a 4 or a 5 being only partial success. This point is known as DIFFiculty, with most actions defaulting to 3.

How do you succeed difficult actions when you only have a d6? Actions your character is skilled at roll a bigger die. I have in front of me a d4 (for rolls where you are impaired), a d6, a d8, a d10, a d12, and a d20. To get skilled, you roll a perfect success (always equal to twice the DIFF minus 1) to gain +1 XP. Critical failures are always the lowest possible roll you can get, and overshoots are always the highest possible roll you can get.

d4: Incompetent (-6 XP)
d6: Novice (0 XP)
d8: Intermediate (8 XP)
d10: Skilled (18 XP)
d12: Professional (30 XP)
d20: Legendary (50 XP)

Spoiler: Balance (click to show/hide)

This is the far future, so feel free to have cybernetic augments and such. However, consider that most humans in the post-space-age are probably able to afford fleets of robots to themselves. "Why would you weigh a robot arm down with a human attached to the other end?" is the main thought process.
If your character are genetically altered beyond increased strength, intelligence, and speed, do tell.

As for psychic powers, nanobots, and other staples of soft science fiction: feel free to include it as long as it does not violate conservation of energy, and whatever fuel/energy source you find on the other side of the event horizon might not exist in a readily harvestable form.

[Coolrune206]

PTW... I'm interested. Maybe a char sheet soon.

[Pencil_Art]

PTW, probably in.

[hops]

PTW

Though with humanity having great knowledge in everything, doesn't that make everyone kind of ridiculously smart?

[_DivideByZero_]

PTW

Though with humanity having great knowledge in everything, doesn't that make everyone kind of ridiculously smart?

...Perhaps. They could also be rusty, such that most humans aren't all indomitable geniuses, but re-learning something is never really the same as when you learned it the first time.
Perhaps that could justify how RPG characters always learn stuff really fast . They already know it, they're just re-learning.

You can also make a character that's not terminally old. It's your idea, not mine.

[StrawBarrel]

I'm interested. I'll hopefully get around to making a character soon.

[spümpkin]

Ooo, another cool space game by DivideByZero, this should be interesting!

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Soreli Katania

Origin: Soreli was born into a society that disapproved of humanity's advancements, sticking to the old ways. They had quite boring lives, never exploring, never questioning, and never seeking something more from life than just... life. They were seperated into small towns of extended families, and as such, genetic variation came to a halt. Each town had a library, which contained all the town's knowledge. It was never expanded of course, and was, at biggest, about the size of a an RV. New citizens were born into their professions, past on from their families. Nothing changed. Ever.
Bio: Soreli, however, was different. She was always exploring every nook and crannie she could find, testing every possibilty for adventure, just looking for something new. She was born into a family of Librarians, so she learnt everything she could from his town. Soon, though, she was conscripted into the military, as rival forces were coming to attack. Soon, with a gun in her hand, she set off to war. She hated herself for it afterwards. Permanently marked by an enemies blade, she carried a massive gash scar down from her upper chest to her upper thigh. After this, she became a pacifist, and vowed never to fight again. It also made her question the ethics of her town. Was it really right? Was this all there was to it? She couldn't stand it, so she left. Becoming a medic on another planet, she found solace in healing the wounded. Not because she was doing the right thing, but because it made up for her wrongdoings. 

Soreli later on, discovered the wonders of genetic enhancement. She became addicted to it, installing temporary tails, spikes, wings, the whole package. This lead her to question more. What does it mean to be human, in a world where you can be anything else? Who am I? What am I? This lead her to experiment with some permanent  modifications.

After years of healing injuries and stitching limbs back on, she eventually came to a stop. She just felt without purpose. And after doing the same thing for so long, she didn't know what to do. Everyone she asked suggested either self-termination, or joining an exploration team into a black hole. Not having a large amount of options, she resigned herself to her fate. She almost self-terminated. But she was stopped. By a man who looked as if nothing had ever gone right for him. He pleaded for her to go. Humanity needed to know there was something beyond the event horizon. They craved knowledge. And so, as her final service as a nurse, she accepted. Now, she's not quite sure what to think.
Appearance/Items: She wears a plain white collar shirt, with a clean labcoat, both imprinted with the Red Cross. She also wears some baggy jeans, but thats about it. She also has to comply for her mutated parts, such as cat ears poking out of the top of her head, a spiked tail that pokes out of her lab coat, and a third, larger, and oddly coloured, gold and purple eye. She wears specially designed glasses which help her vision adjust, and sometimes wears a cap to cover her ears. This does not, however, cover her long, thick hair, which changes colour depending on her mood. She usually carries around some basic medical supplies in her lab coat, along with some temp mutagen, in case of emergencies. She stands at a rather small stature, shorter than the average woman, probably due to the large amount of mutagen she's consumed.

Skills/Properties:
Skills:
Medicine
Science
Combat

Properties:
Pacifist
Third Eye
Colour-Changing Hair
Spiked Tail

[hops]

Spoiler: Yin-xi Qian (click to show/hide)

Name: Yin-xi Qian

Origin: A secluded mostly-desert planet of primitive sentients ruled by their progenitor.

Bio: Yin-xi was one of the twelve clones made by their progenitor to rule over the planet before they left the planet to self-terminate in the black hole. Unlike their clone-siblings, Yin-xi did not have any interest in observing their subjects and the wars they fight. It wasn't long before they left the planet. For several decades, Yin-xi traveled the cosmos, hoping to find meaning in their life. They got some new life skills and a realization that they enjoyed taking risks. That was why they decided to follow in their progenitor's footsteps, not for the purpose of self-termination, but because they're betting on there being something beyond the horizon
.
Appearance/Items: Yin-xi's left arm is a high-grade cybernetic limb. Nobody but their clones and progenitor know what their sex is. They are hairless and bald, with their entire body covered in tattoos, which is not readily apparent as they are usually completely covered in three layers of clothing modeled after their people's desert clothing, but possibly warmer.

To compensate for their lack of armor, they keep a personal forcefield on them and defend themselves with their trusty stun-spear and psionic module attached to their robot arm.

Skills/Properties:
Skills:
Wilderness Survival
Negotiation
Melee Fighting

Properties:
Cyborg
Reckless

[Pencil_Art]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Hansel Jade

Origin: Hansel originated on a planet where the human population's culture had regressed heavily until  the people became divided into several sub-cultures of tribes, further splintered into small families. The technology of the first settlers were maintained down through the ages by successive shaman-like councilors within the tribes, who retained knowledge of the mechanisms required for the job, and selected their own successors. While the shamans knew of the workings of the technology, most others revered the rare machines as gifts from the gods. Rarely it was that a shaman would pioneer his own tech, as the materials required were scarce on the planet, there being nobody who knew how to work the metals and materials, and, more importantly, not enough machines to do the job. Armor is of great significance to these people, who got their only sets of powered armor from the first pioneers and any they can afford to trade for, and the same thing could be said of weapons. A good set of armor and a good weapon meant you hailed from a powerful family. Life was very simple, the population of the planet remaining relatively small due to the regression of technology and despite the richness of the planet. The reason the armor and weapons can still run at all is because of the sturdy design and workmanship, as well as self-repairing and recharging technology, which seldom fails.

The tribes all worshiped their own versions of a whole pantheon of gods, and though their beliefs differed slightly, there was always common religious ground between the tribes, which was the only thing allowing them to communicate at all without killing each other on sight for religious purposes. Not many of the 'indigenous' people ever got off the planet, except for those who got passage aboard a trading or exploration ship, which didn't come to the planet very often at all. The gods were rumored to walk about and often talk to the tribes, offering guidance and protection. Their promises have always been carried out, to the best memories of the shamans.

Bio: Hansel was born into a less-than-average tribe in terms of their holding in land and their manpower, but inherited a modest set of armor and a very robust sidearm from his father, who died in battle soon after he was born. Hansel was of the warrior class, a defender of his tribe and a provider of food from hunts. He became very skilled at his work, and was known by his people as The Gunslinger, for his prowess in small arms. However, a powerful off-world company decided to set down their working sites to exploit the rich natural resources of the planet (terraformed centuries ago by the first pioneers). Obviously the tribes had never seen anything even remotely similar to the huge man-machines driven by the group, and despite the inherently aggressive nature of the tribe, they ran for help.

Hansel first learned of this problem about a month after it started, and when he arrived there it was a mess. A small coalition of tribes mounted an attack on the company's forward base, but were beat into submission, until Hansel witnessed a true miracle: Their Gods had arrived! These individuals, wielding objects of immense power, wreaked havoc on the enemy forces and saved the tribes from certain annihilation. Afterwards, Hansel was rummaging around in the wreckage of the forward base and discovered a small ship, suitable for both atmospheric and space conditions. Hansel was disturbed by a small sound behind him, which turned out to be the footsteps of his patron god: Theros, Lord of True Aims. He kindly showed Hansel the workings of the device, and was surprised when Hansel immediately took off with instructions implanted deep into his memory by something other.

Hansel roamed the stars for a while, learning of other peoples and their ways of life, and always retained his armor and trusty sidearm through his travels. However, far from stupid (at least thinking himself so), Hansel now doubts the existence of true 'gods' on his world.

After hearing of an anomaly at the center of the Milky Way and the Discovery Project, Hansel headed towards the supermassive black hole, in the hopes that there would simply be something worth discovering there. Maybe he would find out why he had a such a strange yearning for the place.

Appearance/Items: Hansel is quite heavily tattooed with patterns designed to evoke the presence of his patron god, and his skin is faintly red-tinted. He mostly wears light, sandy colored short clothes that are somewhat baggy and a brown hooded jacket. This outfit may be considered backward by some. His armor is covered in fearsome designs inked in red, and is able to protect him reasonable well from most things, including advanced projectiles, but doesn't allow for great increases in strength and speed. His pistol small amounts of plasma, though at relatively low speeds compared to most weapons, and he has some skill in hand to hand combat. He typically has a very military, must-complete attitude to his jobs, and sticks with great loyalty to his friends. He still has some leftover beliefs from his upbringing, and prays reasonably rarely and in times of great stress.

Skills/Properties:
Skills:
- Armor User
- Close Quarters Combat
- Marksmanship
- Scout

Properties:
- Warrior Attitude (Yeah, I'll fight that giant lizard. It's in my way.)

Sorry for that wall of text. I went a bit crazy with that one.

[Mr.Zero]

I'm kinda confused as to how far I can go regarding abilities. Am I bound to the regular human stuff, or can I do things like Molecule manipulation through some means? Or dilate time?

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Gideon

Origin: (what kind of society did your character come from?)
Bio: (what's your character's background?)
Appearance/Items: (what does your character look like/have on him currently?)

Skills/Properties: (see below for what's allowed)

[_DivideByZero_]

I'm kinda confused as to how far I can go regarding abilities. Am I bound to the regular human stuff, or can I do things like Molecule manipulation through some means? Or dilate time?

You can have a sufficiently advanced technology (like nanobots, quantum tunneling, implants, etc) to do so, and it must draw from a power output that doesn't violate conservation of energy. If you want to carry around a miniature fusion reaction, that's fine, but for most forms of power there's likely to be some kind of handicap (For example, miniature fusion and fission might require antimatter to be stored so you can catalyze reactions on such a small scale. That antimatter is liable to lose containment. It wouldn't be much, just nanograms... but that's still a pretty nasty explosion.)

Be advised that your powers may not exactly work as described on the other side. Dilating time is also kind of hard to justify using technology, because at the same time there is no FTL, so no meaningful distortion of space that could result in FTL travel.

Sorry for that wall of text. I went a bit crazy with that one.

Eh, you have lots of opportunities for story integration in yours, so it's up there on the list.

[spümpkin]

Ooo, another cool space game by DivideByZero, this should be interesting!

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Soreli Katania

Origin: Soreli was born into a society that disapproved of humanity's advancements, sticking to the old ways. They had quite boring lives, never exploring, never questioning, and never seeking something more from life than just... life. They were seperated into small towns of extended families, and as such, genetic variation came to a halt. Each town had a library, which contained all the town's knowledge. It was never expanded of course, and was, at biggest, about the size of a an RV. New citizens were born into their professions, past on from their families. Nothing changed. Ever.
Bio: Soreli, however, was different. She was always exploring every nook and crannie she could find, testing every possibilty for adventure, just looking for something new. She was born into a family of Librarians, so she learnt everything she could from his town. Soon, though, she was conscripted into the military, as rival forces were coming to attack. Soon, with a gun in her hand, she set off to war. She hated herself for it afterwards. Permanently marked by an enemies blade, she carried a massive gash scar down from her upper chest to her upper thigh. After this, she became a pacifist, and vowed never to fight again. It also made her question the ethics of her town. Was it really right? Was this all there was to it? She couldn't stand it, so she left. Becoming a medic on another planet, she found solace in healing the wounded. Not because she was doing the right thing, but because it made up for her wrongdoings. 

Soreli later on, discovered the wonders of genetic enhancement. She became addicted to it, installing temporary tails, spikes, wings, the whole package. This lead him to question more. What does it mean to be human, in a world where you can be anything else? Who am I? What am I? This lead her to experiment with some permanent  modifications.

After years of healing injuries and stitching limbs back on, she eventually came to a stop. She just felt without purpose. And after doing the same thing for so long, she didn't know what to do. Everyone she asked suggested either self-termination, or joining an exploration team into a black hole. Not having a large amount of options, she resigned herself to her fate. She almost self-terminated. But she was stopped. By a man who looked as if nothing had ever gone right for him. He pleaded for her to go. Humanity needed to know there was something beyond the event horizon. They craved knowledge. And so, as her final service as a nurse, she accepted. Now, she's not quite sure what to think.
Appearance/Items: She wears a plain white collar shirt, with a clean labcoat, both imprinted with the Red Cross. She also wears some baggy jeans, but thats about it. She also has to comply for her mutated parts, such as cat ears poking out of the top of her head, a spiked tail that pokes out of her lab coat, and a third, larger, and oddly coloured, gold and purple eye. She wears specially designed glasses which help her vision adjust, and sometimes wears a cap to cover her ears. This does not, however, cover her long, thick hair, which changes colour depending on her mood. She usually carries around some basic medical supplies in her lab coat, along with some temp mutagen, in case of emergencies. She stands at a rather small stature, shorter than the average woman, probably due to the large amount of mutagen she's consumed.

Skills/Properties:
Skills:
Medicine
Science
Combat

Properties:
Pacifist
Third Eye
Colour-Changing Hair
Spiked Tail

Edited my sheet a bit, forgot to add that bit of backstory.

[WunderKatze]

I'll be posting a sheet. Soon, that is.

[Sosoku234]

Spoiler: Halcyon (click to show/hide)

Name: Halcyon Adhil

Origin: A relatively advanced and peaceful society. Most weapons are banned from ownership unless they are used by the official police/military. Politically, it is essentially lead by one more or less socialist leader. Technologically, we have short range teleportation, the same near light speed transmissions with information tech, and a near infinite choice of genetic and mechanical augmentations. Space travel around the solar system is tricky dye to a large amount of asteroids and random space debris from space junk from missions from millennia ago.

Bio: Halcyon, Hal for short, lived peacefully with his family in thier neighborhood in the Kojiki district of Anduruna. His life was pretty normal. Until you looked into his day to day activities. His father was a major mafia don. His mother was in on it and helped in many ways. He and his brother, Marcus, were sorta errand boys. They'd run money, alcohol, and weapons from one place to another. One day, Hal and Marcus were running money down to a family friend's house, when thier family was brutally slaughtered by a rival family. Marcus became enraged and vowed vengeance on the killers. Hal, sensing the danger in his brother's demeanor, distanced himself. He went to college. Got a degree in astronomy. After some rather nasty events(that I won't expand upon)involving Marcus, the Anduruna Shock Troopers, and a plot to kill the viscount and destroy most of the city, he was left with a choice. He could remain and help rebuild areas destroyed by his brother and his small army as well as becoming a full time professor at his college. Or, he could go and try to find other places out in the stars of another universe.

The desicion was obvious. He'd go to possibly secure a future for thier universe and pave the way for multiversal travel.

Appearance/Items: Hal is just a normal every day casual guy. Usually dresses in a plain leather jacket, jeans, white t-shirt, and tennis shoes. As far as physical augments of any note go, he has augmented eyes that allow him to see all forms of light and razor sharp fingernails/claws. That's about it.

Skills:
Gunfighting (Handguns)
Brawling
Spatial Navigation

Properties:
Omni-vision eyes
Razor Claws

[Sosoku234]

Done.