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[vagel7]

So, what exactly is At the Edge of Space? Well, it is a game that naturally takes place in space. You will form a crew who is in charge of a frigate. The game will have a main questline, but I will also offer you side quests, which the captain(leader of the crew and ship) can then choose to either accept or not. However, if you ignore the main questline for too long, the game will get more difficult and resources will get scarcer. You will start the game as an independent contractor working for Xeroth, a political organization with nearly unlimited resources and a shady reputation. As the game is dynamic on what you would like to do you could also be a pirate, a mercenary or even work for the galactic government. But remember, every action will have consequences.

It is the year 2275 and space is as wild as ever. Tensions between species, governments and organizations are on the rise. Lukcily for you, Xeroth, an organization with quite a shady reputation, has decided to put together a team of specialists to insure that they come out on top. You are all individuals with special talent and were handpicked by the leader of Xeroth,known only as Armand. God speed!

Spoiler: Rules (click to show/hide)

Rolls will be done by rolling 1d60 dice in which stats and skills give either bonuses or penalties. A stat level of 5 is the "neutral" level. Anything higher or lower would give you either bonuses or penalties. The species stat levels are basic levels which will have class stats added to them. All Minolians are biotics, while not every human is a biotic. The regenerative ability can be used once a turn, but you can't do anything else during that turn. Written on the class sheet is the amount of stat levels that they will add.

Special Roles:
These are the roles that have more actions than normal players. Currently there are two, but as the game progresses, there will be more available.

Spoiler: Captain (click to show/hide)

The man in control of the ship and crew. Will ultimately decide on what to, can choose quests and will control the ship and which side you are on. You must be careful however, as players likely won't take too well on having a tyrann of a captain.

Spoiler: Xeroth representative (click to show/hide)

The agreement with Xeroth dictated that they would have a representative to report to them and make sure that everything goes as planned by Xeroth. Is the only person to have access to top-secret Xeroth data. Can be the captain's biggest help, or the worst enemy. The original and primary objective of this person is to make sure that things are done Xeroth's way.

Species:

Spoiler: The Humans (click to show/hide)

Humans don't really excell at anything specific. However, they are one of the two species that can create biotics, but they aren't natural biotics. To be a human biotic requires extensive use of implantations, gene therapy and a dangerous training regime. Over 70% of enrollers in the Biotic Training Program(BTP) never become biotics.

Strength:5
Endurance:5
Intelligence:5
Agility:5
Biotics:5
Health:15

Spoiler: The Val (click to show/hide)

A tall, lightly scaled, hairless humanoid species with slight reptilian features. They have three long fingers and toes that have short claws. They have a military society and everybody is firstly a soldier. When a Val becomes of age, which is 50 years old in human years(they live for centuries), he/she has the choice to scar his/her face with tribal markings. Though the Val have an empire, they were till recently tribes that held entire planets as their domains. As the species that is the most efficient in large-scale warfare, they naturally make up for over half of The Intergalactic Union's security and military forces. Honour to them comes second to them after their duty as soldiers. They are currently fighting against unified tribes of Paerlians to the east of their system and are expanding further to the Pegasus cluster, a recently discovered cluster north to them.

Strength:6
Endurance:7
Intelligence:4
Agility:5
health:20

Spoiler: The Minolians (click to show/hide)

The Minolians are a short, all female race with slighty snake like faces. The part of their head that is supposed to have hair is instead covered with short tentacles that they can control. Out of all the galactic species they are probably the ones closest to the humans by looks and no doubt the most beautiful. They live for over a thousand years and can change the colour of their skin at will. As masters of diplomacy they lack an unified government, but instead have five republics that form The Milonian Alliance. Considering their long lasting life, they often form plans that cover centuries, if not a millenia. Thusly they enjoy shaping the life of an entire species and do that while staying behind covers, this is the reason why many primitive species worship them as gods. They are also the species who introduced the humans to the TIU and ultimately responsible for the humans becoming a council race. They are the only natural biotics and are masters of covert ops. They will gladly stay away from war, preferring to solve problems diplomatically or with the use of operatives.

Strength:2
Endurance:4
Intelligence:8
Agility:8
Biotics:10
Health:15

Spoiler: The Praelians (click to show/hide)

The Praelians are medium height, very bulky and fur covered species. They are natural warriors, their bodies are built to take a beating like no other species, the regenerative property of their bodies can't be matched by anything else and thus they are of great interest to genetical engineers. Although they are a long-lived species most don't live longer than 200 years. They seem to have the necessity to fight and are very good at that, but they lack the organization to become anything more than tribes or hired guns. Everything in their organization is gained by fighting your opponent in a duel to the death. Nobody really knows their origin and it is doubted if they themselves even know it. WHat is known, is that they are slowly becoming extinct as the heavy wars are killing too many of them.

Strength:9
Endurance:10
Intelligence:2
Agility:3
Regeneration:5
Health:25

Classes:

Spoiler: Soldier (click to show/hide)

The regular grunt with few implants.

Strength:2
Endurance:3
Agility:2
Health:3
Firepower:3

Spoiler: Biotic (click to show/hide)

Only humans can pick this class, Minolians are already biotics. Biotics can manipulate the objects and people around them physically at a distance.

Strength:1
Endurance:3
Intelligence:2
Health:1
Firepower:2

Spoiler: Vanguard (click to show/hide)

These are the heavies, they are ment to hold the frontline and advance it. This is done with severe cybernetics and the strongest armour around. They wield the big guns. Because of their extensive cybernetic "upgrades" they have a penalty whenever they interact with anybody else. They can't be healed on the field, they either need to be taken to the medbay in the ship or to an advanced hospital. An EMP blast will temporarily disable them and their shields

Strength:2
Endurance:3
Shields:5
Health:3
Firepower:5

Spoiler: Berserker (click to show/hide)

Praelian ONLY!
These are the Praelians who let go of their control and fears in battle and make for powerful foes. This comes at a price though.

Strength:3
Endurance:4
Intelligence:-1
Agility:4
Health:5
Firepower:3

Spoiler: Character sheet (click to show/hide)

Name:
Species:
Class:
Special Role:(leave blank if nothing)
Backstory:(remember, you need to be somebody who would catch the eye of a very powerful organization)

Spots:
1.Hildamesh Gregorium (lawwastooshort)
2.Ciaphas Cain(warthog driver)
3.Elipsis Glykeria Eleni(Dwarmin)
4.Dariush Shass-Ra (Dariush)
5.Sarn Bloodedtooth(filiusenox)
6.Kirloc Mael (Flying Dice)

Waiting List:
1.Ansontan2000
2.Tyrin Hale Norlen(Tiruin)

[lawastooshort]

Name: Hildamesh Gregorium
Species: Human
Class: Biotic
Special Role: None

Spoiler: Backstory: (click to show/hide)

As a young adult, Hilda was a faithful daughter, and true to the academic path she'd been groomed for. Her father was a doctor; her mother was a doctor. They both wanted her to be a doctor; she would be a doctor.

That all went wrong though, barely a year before she was due to finish her schooling.

She'd vowed never to reveal to her parents exactly what it was that had got her thrown out of university and then, after further investigation, pursued by the law. Her family had a long and honourable history, and she didn't want to stain it by letting knowledge of what she'd been accused of getting out. There only really seemed two solutions, and she was neither cowardly nor brave enough to take her own life. The service it was then.

She served for the best part of a decade on the massive merchant cruisers toiling between the star systems as far away from Earth as she could get without heading into wholly alien territory – she'd shamed her family, but didn't want to wholly lose them. They were still her mum and dad. She was still their daughter. It'd always be the same.

It would – even after she received the news she wanted less than anything she could imagine. They were dead. She had nothing. She'd never even been able to say sorry.

That same day, when Hildamesh was still burning with regret and anger, she got offered a new job. Double the normal rates – the extra 100% made up of danger money. It was no longer for the big ships cruising the big lines, it was the small traders, the brave men and women pushing the frontiers of trade further forward with each deal, or, when deals broke down, with each blast from the end of a cold barrel. And where best for a ship's surgeon to be but there on the ground, patching up the traders and soldiers making the money that'd pay her wages?

And eventually, from one planet-fall to the next, Hilda slipped. She went from carrying a sidearm for last-ditch protection, to carrying it just in case she saw the enemy and got the chance to take a pop, to carrying and using a multirifle to defend the Company's extraction point, to busting down doors screaming at the top of her voice thrusting shotlasers into indigenous faces.

The thrill of it made her forget.

Then the reality of it made her remember.

But every one of her ship mates she patched up felt like redemption.

Five years or so later, Hildamesh is a combat veteran. She's run hundreds of missions, most of them down to hostile planets, and the number is more than enough to show Xeroth's analysts a strong pattern: one that can no longer statistically be down to chance. More crew members survive planet-fall with Hilda along for the ride than without.

'Course, there were dozens of marines, traders and shady operatives who'd served with her over the years could have told them that without once mentioning p-values and standard deviation.

[Flying Dice]

In.

Name: Kirloc Mael
Species: Minolian
Class: Biotic
Special Role: Xeroth Rep. (soz  )
Backstory: Kirloc is 133 T-years old, relatively young by the standards of her race. She stands 4'9", and masses approximately 76lbs. She has been a spacer for 106 T-years, and has made a living as many things, crewing everything from tramp freighters to mercenary cruisers. From 2245-2249 T-standard calendar, she commanded a 3-crew system defence vessel for a small independent colony. Over the years, she has developed a knack for infiltration and breaking into electronic security systems, and has successfully completed lucrative contracts for a number of corporations and wealthy private individuals. In 2272, she took a job from an unnamed client to steal a certain hardcopy of a contract from an office on Old Earth. This office happened to belong to the head secretary of the immediate subordinate of one Armand, head of Xeroth (though she did not know this at the time). Kirloc was able to successfully infiltrate and secure the file, but during exfiltration stumbled into a guard who had decided to take a different route to the off-duty room that day. She was captured three blocks away and 212 stories lower by Xeroth security forces, who reluctantly turned her over to TFPD forces. She has spent the last 3 T-standard years in maximum security holding facilities on Ganymede, and was recently contacted by an individual calling itself "Armand" who offered to have the remaining 84 years on her sentence commuted in exchange for her signature on a contract for a new job, this time for Xeroth.

[cerapa]

In. As Xeroth rep. I like having access to classified data. Will write up now.

EDIT:
Name:Nigel
Species:Humans
Class:Vanguard
Special Role:
Backstory: Nigel could be called a mercenary, but he likes to think of himself as a bodyguard. He did some work for Xeroth, culminating in an operation where he lead the frontline of an assault on military base which had great numerical superiority, and managed to actually take it down. Little did he know that it was meant to be a suicide mission, a distraction. And that his victory actually broke Xeroths plans. They might have had him killed for screwing with their plans, but there is no point in wasting talent, isnt there?

[vagel7]

Special Roles must be issued in the character app, you can't reserve them.

[cerapa]

So, I just have to write one up before anyone else does?

[vagel7]

For special rolls, yes

[Flying Dice]

Okay, got my bio up. ^

[cerapa]

Blargh, fine.

But your Minolian is a soldier.

[vagel7]

yep, Minolians can only be Biotics

[Dariush]

Name: Dariush Shass-Ra
Species: Val
Class: Vanguard
Special Role: None;
Backstory: 53 years old, Dariush has only recently came of age in the Val society. Unlike most of the Vals of his age, he preferred not to manually scar himself, but instead earn them in battle. Before coming of age, he was travelling around the nearest planets of the Val Empire, serving as a mercenary and training to be a soldier, a warrior and a commander. Dariush predicted a good future for himself, he could already see himself in charge of his own ship, several decades later, in the midst of intense ship-to-ship combat... But one day, one of the other youngsters on his team got grazed by a stray laser shot during a skirmish on a surface. Badly grazed, getting a piece of his head carved out. He was dying, and dying slowly. Screaming, weeping, praying for someone to kill him. He was left to rot, not even burned, as was the custom among Vals. After seeing that, Dariush decided once and for all not to waste his life on pointless intertribal wars of Val Empire, but instead earn a place for himself among the stars, fighting important wars with tangible goals. For this end, Dariush decided to enlist as a soldier on the first ship that threw anchor on his home planet. Thanks to the reputation of his species, he was welcomed onboard.

Dariush has brown-green scales, bright blue eyes and is unusually short as for Val, only measuring for a bit over 2 meters of height. He always keeps an array of knives and a laser pistol concealed on his person and is generally paranoidal. He doesn't speak much, preferring to keep to himself. Dariush is always ready both to give and take orders, depending on situation, is straightforward and quick-thinking.

[WarthogDriver]

Name: Ciaphas cain
Species: Human
Class: Soilder
Special Role: N/A
Backstory: Ciaphas Cain grew up as any average person would do, as he grew older he soon found out how dangerous the world was when his father was shot, while he was of the age to understand death, he oddly didn't feel much over this, he attended the burial and a day or so later it was over, he never even shed a tear over it.

Once he was old enough to be trusted with firearms his mother gave him his fathers laser pistol (or whatever this universes equal is) Ciaphas found he had quite a nack for the simple weapon and took a few simple bodyguard jobs, many went uneventfuly although one had him guarding sombody the Xeroth Orginization needed assainsated. Now Ciaphas didn't know this at the time but if he did he would of never taken such a mission and now that he thinks about it the pay was a little to good to be true but its abit late for that now. The assassination wasn't the conventinal sneak attack, they just stormed the house and started clearing the rooms, Ciaphas suprising took out an entire 6 man team and wounded two others before they finaly knocked him out, he had failed his mission but when he woke up he was aboard a Xeroth shuttle craft.

[filiusenox]

Name:Sarn Bloodedtooth.
Race:Praelian.
Class:Vangaurd.
Gender:Male. Probably.
Age: Fourty.
Description: Wears thick, feature concealing armor and stands a head taller then a normal human. He has never removed his armor when other people are around and is often quiet, but enjoys company. When he does speak, his voice is distorted by his tech. He does, however show a liking to speaking in combat. Often dropping snide remarks, one-liners and threats. His armor is dark grey with crimson trim.

Spoiler: Backstory (click to show/hide)

Sarn joined the army when he was young, around the age of sixteen, shortly after his coming of age ceremony. Soon after, war was declared on the Tchekis. his home clan, by the Xuluchs(another clan), forcing him into the thick of battle. He served with distinction in several engagements and was promoted to captain of his war band, after the old captain’s timely death.
The war continued on for a few years and Sarn grew in martial skill. He realized that life without the thrill of dodging death and dealing it, was dull, boring, too common for him.
During, what would be the last confrontation of the war, the enemy managed to get a hold of enough EMP guns to disable the Tcheki's Vanguard, and make quick work of them with their own Vanguard Squads. Sarn, seeing that this battle if lost would turn the tide in favor of his enemies, charged into the fray with his squad. Regular troops versus Vanguards.
The results weren't pretty, most of his sqaud didn't come out of it in one piece, but the Enemy Vanguard was put into hasty retreat.
The commanding officers decided to save Sarn and his squad's life that day by turning them into a new squad of Vanguards. The war ended shortly after and the Vanguards were of no further use.
So, deciding that they could never live a civilian life again, they turned to mercenary work.
Sarn and his squad served with distinction in several major conflicts, but the years of war and battle took their toll on the squad, whittling it down to only Sarn.

After a lengthy engagement defending a mining colony that was on strike, which left him standing in a pool of blood surrounded by ten or more Xeroth Mercs, holding a bloodstained pickaxe and a large and equally bloodstained drill. He was approached by someone wearing a black suit.

[Dwarmin]

Wow, ninjaed two times. 

Waiting list if you can't find a place for me Vagel.

[Flying Dice]

Blargh, fine.

But your Minolian is a soldier.

yep, Minolians can only be Biotics

Ah, thanks, fixed. For some reason I misinterpreted that as Biotics being more of another aspect of a char. So it's basically like ME, with some political and mechanical differences, then?

(Ed: Also, going to be in a class for the next 1:45-2 hours or so, so I won't be able to respond.)