Futuristic 110th Recon Crew (CS)

[Kylesar1]

Humans
Humans in this time period are still the premier hands and minds of judgement. The most preferred of 110 Recon is to have a human with as little cybernetics as possible, though a few wouldn't discourage them from getting recruited. The reason for this is that cybernetics can be hacked or EMPed and there's nothing worse than a body part or even the brain or heart rendered useless all because of a hack or small EMP from the first AI or Alien that can do such things. Humans have access to suits that allow for free range of motion in space, provide protection, and allow for awareness of all surroundings. Also the 110 Recon has access to Mech Suits that would let them get more work done, whether that work is moving heavy objects to taking out heavy enemies

Cybernetics
Well it's Sci fi. There are cybernetic enhancements, but nothing too dramatic. It is very unlikely that the military would have a cyborg in the ranks. It messes with logistics that would put undue hardships and they don't really need that in sending a crew into space. With that in mind, cybernetics would have to be very lowscale. Speed boost, enhanced strengthened arm, an optic chip that can release a pulse of vision to see entities through walls, camouflage, arm that can change into a blade, release a small shock or fireball. Nothing too extreme because if so, there is a case to be made that keeping up with it would be too resource draining. In other words, it'll be heavily monitored

Alien Abilities
Same as technology, though these are natural to the race. You can expect things like pretty much low level magic or utility abilities like sensing feelings or adaptability. Here, I want you to think in terms of like a superhero RP and not really a magic wizard fantasy RP. 1-2 abilities to be developed and utilized in clever ways, not learning a library's worth of unique spells. If you're stumped, you're stumped and have to use weapons or think outside the box.

AI Technology
AI has to be balanced between logistics and combat. The more abilities an AI entity has, the less it'll be useful in logistics. If the AI is armed to the teeth, chances are, it won't be good at anything other than hearing orders to exterminate and doing just that. On the other hand, if the AI has a lot of logistics abilities, up to the point where they could be a ship-borne AI and be able to control any and everything on a ship, they won't be combat ready beyond basic close combat or a wobbly shot with a pistol. For example, a bot could have the ability to turn their arms into a minigun while also eating metal to make potentially unlimited ammo for said miniguns. The weakness is that, if the bot isn't shooting, they're effectively useless and clumsy in non-combat tasks. A bot could be good at every known language and have advanced hacking abilities to stop turrets from shooting or give ship and body diagnostics and have the skill to repair them both. The weakness is that they're very likely to be extremely fragile and unable to steady enough to shoot beyond point blank range. These are extreme examples, but you see the balancing, right? If it's good at one, it's bad at the other.



Rules
Don't be OP. This will be monitored
If you have an alien race, describe them
18+ Characters. This is the military. The only minors allowed are AI

Here's the CS

Fulfilled Roles

• Captain
• Advisor
• Pilot
• Co-Pilot
• Shipboard AI

Available Roles:

• Chaplain (1)
• Mech Pilot (1)
• Fighter Pilot (2)
• Cyber Expert (Hacker) (1)
• Chef (3)
• Medic (3)
• Engineer (2)
• Mechanic (4)
• Linguist/Translator (3)
• Ship Gunman (5)
• Recon Crew (Limitless)
• Infantry (Limitless)

Picture Appearance: If using a written appearance, use the one below

BASIC INFORMATION
Name: (Their true name)
Aliases: (Other names, titles, nicknames, and aliases.)
Age: (Biological/Make age. For AI, add an age appearance)
Gender: (Male, Female, Genderless, or Hermaphrodite depending on Race)
Race: (You may create your own race, provided that you will write down a fairly detailed description of its physiology, specialization etc.)
Role: Your Character's role on the Recon Ship

PERSONAL
Sexuality: (Ships gotta sail, then sink each other.)
High Concept: (Sum up your character in a sentence.)
Character Alignment: (Lawful Good, Lawful Neutral, Lawful Evil, Neutral Good, True Neutral, Neutral Evil, Chaos Good, Chaos Neutral, or Chaos Evil)
Relatives: (People that are biologically related to your character)
Organizations\Affiliations: (Organizations, or people the character is affiliated with)

PHYSICAL
Written Appearance: If using a picture, use the one above
Weapons & Armor: (Anything that the character uses for protection, or attack during combat)
Items & Personal Belongings: (Any other items that the character has, or belong to them)
Skills & Abilities: Utilitarian Abilities such as multiple languages, Bartering, Diplomatic, Quick, etc.
Abilities/Cybernetics: Robot functions, Alien Abilities, and Cybernetic Enhancements.
Weaknesses: (Weak sides of a character. Fears, inabilities, inexperience, emotional issues, mental issues, etc. Only ones that could be said to negatively affect the character. This could also mean material weaknesses, elemental weaknesses, etc.)

FLUFF (Optional)
Hobbies: (What does the dark lord do in his free time, when not vying for supremacy over the world?)
Quote\s: (Notable things that the character has said, that may show off their personality or speech type)
Theme: (Musical theme)
Other:

 

[Saturnah]

[WIP]

BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Kristina Wilson
Aliases: Kris, Teeny
Age: Twenty-two
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Role: Mech Pilot

PERSONAL
Sexuality: Bisexual
High Concept: (Sum up your character in a sentence.)
Character Alignment: (Lawful Good, Lawful Neutral, Lawful Evil, Neutral Good, True Neutral, Neutral Evil, Chaos Good, Chaos Neutral, or Chaos Evil)
Relatives: (People that are biologically related to your character)
Organizations\Affiliations: (Organizations, or people the character is affiliated with)

PHYSICAL
Written Appearance: If using a picture, use the one above
Weapons & Armor: (Anything that the character uses for protection, or attack during combat)
Items & Personal Belongings: (Any other items that the character has, or belong to them)
Skills & Abilities: Utilitarian Abilities such as multiple languages, Bartering, Diplomatic, Quick, etc.
Abilities/Cybernetics: Robot functions, Alien Abilities, and Cybernetic Enhancements.
Weaknesses: (Weak sides of a character. Fears, inabilities, inexperience, emotional issues, mental issues, etc. Only ones that could be said to negatively affect the character. This could also mean material weaknesses, elemental weaknesses, etc.)

FLUFF (Optional)
Hobbies: (What does the dark lord do in his free time, when not vying for supremacy over the world?)
Quote\s: "I won't let you be disappointed."
Theme: (Musical theme)
Other:

 

[Kylesar1]

WIP

BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Johnathan Edward Weiss (Pronounced Vice)
Aliases: John; Ed; Weiss
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Role: Advisor; Cyber Expert

PERSONAL
Sexuality: Pansexual/Bisexual
High Concept: Lover of all things Cyber
Character Alignment: Chaotic Good
Relatives: Sage Isiah Weiss- Android created in honor of his son, who passed at 6 years old
Organizations\Affiliations: 110th Recon

PHYSICAL
Weapons & Armor:

• No Armor
• Energy Pistol
• Incendiary and Shock Grenades
• Portable Drones of multiple types

Items & Personal Belongings: Energy Cells
Skills & Abilities:

• Certified Ethical Hacker
• Elite Hacker
• Senior Programmer
• Software Developer
• AI Software Developer

Abilities/Cybernetics:

• HUD Glasses- These Glasses will pull up a virtual keyboard that will assist him out in the field when he doesn't have a physical one in front of him. They can also scan the environment

Weaknesses:

• Human- As a human, he has a lot of human weaknesses. Sustenance, Breathing, Poison
• No Cybernetics- He is 100% human. While it makes him desirable for this mission, it means he has no cybernetic parts to enhance his abilities
• No Armor- He rarely wears armor

FLUFF (Optional)
Theme:

BASIC INFORMATION
Name: SAGE (Supporting Assault & Guarding Engineers) Bot Juliet
Aliases: Sage Isiah Weiss
Age: 3; Appears 8
Gender: Male
Race: AI
Role: Field Support Infantry

PERSONAL
Sexuality: Asexual
High Concept: Loyal to his father, he will end you if you hurt his dad
Character Alignment: True Neutral
Relatives: Johnathan Edward Weiss- Cyber Expert of the 110th crew

PHYSICAL
Weapons & Armor:

• Reinforced Steel Body
• Cyberskin
• Energy Pistol (Incendiary, Shock, Frag Rounds) Arms

Items & Personal Belongings:

• Extra Energy Cells and Ammunition

Abilities/Cybernetics:

• Recharging- He can eat Energy Cells whole and drop them out fully recharged
• Metal Factory- He can eat scrap metal and spit out bullets to use as ammunition. He can also eat used bullets and spit out live rounds
• Static Hands- He can concentrate volts in his hands and use them as a taser or stun gun. At high enough voltage, it can kill
• Diagnostics Scanning- He can scan something seemingly broken and diagnose what the problem is
• Auto Repair- He can eat metal and use it to repair his body
• Jamming- He can jam the comms and electronics of pretty much anything without a countermeasure

Weaknesses:

• Hackers- He can be hacked by an expert hacker. His father must stay near to enforce anti-hacking countermeasures
• EMP- If an EMP hits, it'll disable his power sources and it'll require replacement
• Bugs- If his father puts in new software, bugs can either enhance his abilities or hinder it up to the point of crashing his systems
• Protection Programming- If his father is in danger, he will go balls to the walls trying to defend him, even if it causes his death

FLUFF (Optional)
Hobbies: (What does the dark lord do in his free time, when not vying for supremacy over the world?)
Quote\s: (Notable things that the character has said, that may show off their personality or speech type)
Theme:
Other:

 

[Beleth]

Name: (Their true name) Maosis
Aliases: DJ Maosis
Age: (Biological/Make age. For AI, add an age appearance) 36
Gender: Male
Race: Alien from the planet Taknooga. Taknoogians are often found on the other side of the galaxy and are overall a peaceful civilization. This civilization is also dying due to their stubborn nature in cooperating with other races, especially humans (unless they're the ones calling the shots).

Due to the violent UV rays of their three suns, Taknoogians have a skin-tone that range between a variety of blues, purples and even a tint of orange (though those are seen to be a genetic rarity and praised). Females and males alike have tentacle tendrils (which cannot be changed like human hair), are taller than the average human and possess webbed fingers with suction tips. Traditionally, the people speak in the form of clicks, grunts and shrills along with expressive body/facial expressions. Dressing is overall conservative but there are a few exceptions.

This species is known for specializing in general. Upon the ripe age of 8, a mature Taknoogian goes through what is known as their 'awakening'. The awakening is when the individual discovers what their specialty is as well as their destined calling to society. This will dictate what their (extremely limited) abilities are based off of.

Role: Co-pilot
Sexuality: TBD (probably demi-sexual)
High Concept: Unite the universe by force, since nature couldn't do it herself.
Character Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Relatives: N/A
Organizations\Affiliations: TBD


Weapons & Armor: His enslaved human that he's trained himself. Often seen adorned with sunglasses, a suave suit and a fedora
Items & Personal Belongings: A small chip that is implanted into someone/thing the user deems as worthy of combat. Often a tiny, sticky piece of micro-metal that sinks into the individual's organic system.
Skills & Abilities:

• Hive mind (up to two individuals) - Can command an individual with the use of his chip.
• Hypnosis - Can set individuals within a specific range into a dance like trance.
• Levitation
• Telekinesis (minimal, however, often used to carry the weight of a small human)
• Diplomatic, charismatic

Weaknesses:

• Maosis cannot stand fire or being directly attacked
• Invisibility can be detected using technology
• Heavily dependent on his enslaved human weapon. In order for him to be entirely prepared, all of the human needs have to be met.

FLUFF (Optional)
Hobbies: Listening to music, Jazz especially. He LOVES Jazz and Swing.
Quote\s:

• "See here, Bree. Now I ain't one to be rocking any boat but I ain't coming on the enemy pilot's tab. Man creeps out like the shadow, choppin' about on some preposition."

Theme: The Underground - Timmy Trumpet
Other: Very often seen with his 'student', Sound. A human he rescued from a group of AI trying to conduct experimentations as some sort of uprising.

 

[Kylesar1]

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Name: (Their true name) Maosis
Aliases: DJ Maosis
Age: (Biological/Make age. For AI, add an age appearance) 36
Gender: Male
Race: Alien from the planet Taknooga. Taknoogians are often found on the other side of the galaxy and are overall a peaceful civilization. This civilization is also dying due to their stubborn nature in cooperating with other races, especially humans (unless they're the ones calling the shots).

Due to the violent UV rays of their three suns, Taknoogians have a skin-tone that range between a variety of blues, purples and even a tint of orange (though those are seen to be a genetic rarity and praised). Females and males alike have tentacle tendrils (which cannot be changed like human hair), are taller than the average human and possess webbed fingers with suction tips. Traditionally, the people speak in the form of clicks, grunts and shrills along with expressive body/facial expressions. Dressing is overall conservative but there are a few exceptions.

This species is known for specializing in general. Upon the ripe age of 8, a mature Taknoogian goes through what is known as their 'awakening'. The awakening is when the individual discovers what their specialty is as well as their destined calling to society. This will dictate what their (extremely limited) abilities are based off of.

Role: Co-pilot
Sexuality: TBD (probably demi-sexual)
High Concept: Unite the universe by force, since nature couldn't do it herself.
Character Alignment: Neutral Evil
Relatives: N/A
Organizations\Affiliations: TBD


Weapons & Armor: His enslaved human that he's trained himself. Often seen adorned with sunglasses, a suave suit and a fedora
Items & Personal Belongings: A small chip that is implanted into someone/thing the user deems as worthy of combat. Often a tiny, sticky piece of micro-metal that sinks into the individual's organic system.
Skills & Abilities:

• Hive mind (up to two individuals) - Can command an individual with the use of his chip.
• Hypnosis - Can set individuals within a specific range into a dance like trance.
• Levitation
• Telekinesis (minimal, however, often used to carry the weight of a small human)
• Diplomatic, charismatic

Weaknesses:

• Maosis cannot stand fire or being directly attacked
• Invisibility can be detected using technology
• Heavily dependent on his enslaved human weapon. In order for him to be entirely prepared, all of the human needs have to be met.

FLUFF (Optional)
Hobbies: Listening to music, Jazz especially. He LOVES Jazz and Swing.
Quote\s:

• "See here, Bree. Now I ain't one to be rocking any boat but I ain't coming on the enemy pilot's tab. Man creeps out like the shadow, choppin' about on some preposition."

Theme: The Underground - Timmy Trumpet
Other: Very often seen with his 'student', Sound. A human he rescued from a group of AI trying to conduct experimentations as some sort of uprising.

Accepted

I made a few edits. Aesthetic things, a few misspells

I need you to make either a full CS or a half CS for your character's "Student"

 

[Beleth]

Accepted

I made a few edits. Aesthetic things, a few misspells

I need you to make either a full CS or a half CS for your character's "Student"

Of course! Working on it right now, and I appreciate it (= Im on mobi so its harder for me to make it pretty lol

 

[Beleth]

Name: Sounqa Travolta
Aliases: Sound
Age: 18 years
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Role: Translator


Sexuality: Unsure
High Concept: Learn from the powerful but don't let them push you down.
Character Alignment: neutral good
Relatives: Anaise and Levanthian Travolta (parents)
Organizations\Affiliations: TBD

Weapons & Armor:

• Body suit
• Ethwal

Items & Personal Belongings:

• Maosis' microchip in her temple
• Flexible body suit
• Throwing knives
• Ethwal

Skills & Abilities:

• Hypnosis - Sound is the one that actually executes the hypnosis; Maosis simply gives the command to do so and uses her as an amplifier.
• Sonic blast- Conducted from the ethwal, Sound can push back any oncoming enemies
• Multilingual, Intuitive

Weaknesses:

• Human needs are twofold when under Maosis' command
• Prone to migraines and fullblown panic attacks
• Tends to fight Maosis' chip from time to time, leaving her in a state of surrealism
• Selectively Mute
• Overwhelms easily

FLUFF (Optional)
Hobbies: This era's version of the piano. Has heard of older, simpler times when the instrument was made purely of wood and string. Thanks to the data bases, she is able to explore the curiosity. She is currently saving up for the few and pricey ones left.
Quote\s: Sound simply looks in the audience's direction with a slight wave before resuming back to her practice.
Theme: Breaking Inside - Shine down


Other: Selectively Mute but certainly not deaf. She communicates primarily through elaborate gestures and expressions. Sound is able to understand many human languages due to constant exposure at a young age and has even been learning some alien tongue with the help of Maosis.

She was rescued from a group of discerning rebelling androids who plucked her on her way home from the market one evening. Maosis spotted the girl from afar and quickly followed in pursuit. They didn't get past the initial preparations, fortunately, but most certainly left the human in a state of permanent shock. She is especially silent around aliens & androids alike.

 

[Kylesar1]

Name: Sounqa Travolta
Aliases: Sound
Age: 18 years
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Role: Translator


Sexuality: Unsure
High Concept: Learn from the powerful but don't let them push you down.
Character Alignment: neutral good
Relatives: Anaise and Levanthian Travolta (parents)
Organizations\Affiliations: TBD

Weapons & Armor:

• Body suit
• Ethwal

Items & Personal Belongings:

• Maosis' microchip in her temple
• Flexible body suit
• Throwing knives
• Ethwal

Skills & Abilities:

• Hypnosis - Sound is the one that actually executes the hypnosis; Maosis simply gives the command to do so and uses her as an amplifier.
• Sonic blast- Conducted from the ethwal, Sound can push back any oncoming enemies
• Multilingual, Intuitive

Weaknesses:

• Human needs are twofold when under Maosis' command
• Prone to migraines and fullblown panic attacks
• Tends to fight Maosis' chip from time to time, leaving her in a state of surrealism
• Selectively Mute
• Overwhelms easily

FLUFF (Optional)
Hobbies: This era's version of the piano. Has heard of older, simpler times when the instrument was made purely of wood and string. Thanks to the data bases, she is able to explore the curiosity. She is currently saving up for the few and pricey ones left.
Quote\s: Sound simply looks in the audience's direction with a slight wave before resuming back to her practice.
Theme: Breaking Inside - Shine down


Other: Selectively Mute but certainly not deaf. She communicates primarily through elaborate gestures and expressions. Sound is able to understand many human languages due to constant exposure at a young age and has even been learning some alien tongue with the help of Maosis.

She was rescued from a group of discerning rebelling androids who plucked her on her way home from the market one evening. Maosis spotted the girl from afar and quickly followed in pursuit. They didn't get past the initial preparations, fortunately, but most certainly left the human in a state of permanent shock. She is especially silent around aliens & androids alike.

Fantastic. Accepted

 

[Kylesar1]

Ok this is not setting edited yet ok just showing the dm

work in progress

Name: marasarvic (mars)/ Sandra colte
Age: 28
Gender: female/ muscle program
Race: cyborg
Occupation: hacker/computer engineer

Appearance: shandra is about 5'9 most of her bodies is made up of mechanical parts or at least covered in it, her arms and legs are completely mechanical, she normally doesn't wear anything over her mechanical body sometimes a jaket, it should also be noted that there is a vocabulator in her chest, that allows marsaravic to speak to others.

cybernetic augmentations: both her legs and arms have been replaced due to her motor function degradation it has a few benefits: increased reaction time, increased stamina, a high level of agility and dexterity,
in addition both her arms and packed with a multitude of tools, most of these are to do her old job as a computer engineer, there is also a plasma cutter in her right arm.
on both her shoulders there are pods containing 6 "tentacle" probes they extend to 4 meters in length there tipped with a variety of micro tools and also a visual sensor to allow for delicate jobs to be performed.
a extra lung filter for dealing with the smog of the mire.
in addition her spinal column has also been replaced.

Personality: sandras is actually a rather, conserved about herself generally soft spoken and tend to just do her job and not say much to anyone if anything you could consider her socially disconnected, even when she does make "friends" she simply treats them like business partners.

Marsaravic on the other hand it a lot more vocal on his/it’s options while never openly out to put Sandra in harms way Mars is not above getting her beat up a little so he can prove his point

Background: Sandra is a interesting person diagnosis with a debilitating genetic diseases in her motor cortex, requiring extensive body modding to repair it, this process was of course extremely expensive, this process was subsided by a experiment they would give sandra the required cybernetics, as long as they allowed them to install a experimental AI, that was required for cohesive motors function with her damages brain. Of course she when through with it, and for many years this worked for her having the AI upgraded with a heads up display and scanning devices when she got engineering job. until about 8 years ago turns out the AI was rather malicious in its programming, almost viral in nature it had over the years interfaced and connected with the rest of her brain growing almost like a tumour using her mind as a processor and hijacking parts of her personality, developing a intelligence, a second person if you will. Calling itself Marsaravic he (yes for some reason it took Sandra’s more masculine traits developing a personality accordingly) began talking to her more not just functioning as a heads up display and just writing messages in text. with its tendrils in the part of her brain that processed audio so that it Marsaravic was literal able to talk to her, at first she was dismissive of him chalking it up to just work stress, although having your body slap you in the face tend to help make you realise that the voice in your head is real. Regardless both of them managed to work out a agreement Sandra wouldn’t go and erase him if he used his skill as a viral AI to help her work. This agreement went extremely well Sandra just had to hook herself up to a system and Marsaravic could go through it and both of them could fix the thing far more efficiently that manually looking. Although in the past 3 years Marsaravic has worked out how to take full control of Sandra’s body leading to what she assumes and bouts of random blacking out, where she would wake up with new modifications to herself a set of things she didn’t buy or nothing at all. She was recently fired from her job due to “unforeseen split personality disorder” especially after the newest addition to her a vocabulator used by Marsaravic to well, talk to others. Although this didn’t really put the duo off there where a lot of people in the private sector that where rather interested in there unquiet skills in the field of “accessing hardware without permit”.

Looks Good. Just edit it into the CS Skeleton

Since she's heavy in the cybernetics, she's gonna need power cores or energy cells. Heavy cybernetics leave her vulnerable to hacking (that she'll need to employ countermeasures against). She's also very vulnerable to EMP

If she's a computer engineer, you can expect her to be pretty light in combat

 

[Huntertabbysandshark3]

Changed mind wanna play the ships AI sorry if it’s a inconvenience. Boss :3



Picture Appearance:
Single robot used by the AI personally (required shut down of 1-2 non vital tertiary systems to have enough processing power)

BASIC INFORMATION
Name: core class heavy adaptable AI overseer
Aliases: core
Age: .....
Gender: n/a masculine program
Race: see name
Role: ship board AI

PERSONAL
Sexuality: ......?
High Concept: made to serve designed to change, priorities...mine
Character Alignment: chaotic neutral
Relatives: (People that are biologically related to your character)
Organizations\Affiliations: 110 recon

PHYSICAL
Written Appearance: If using a picture, use the one above
Weapons & Armor: the scout bot carries light armor plating and duel “slug throwers” small guns that shoot tiny explosives pellets
Items & Personal Belongings: none
Skills & Abilities: can beat anything in a argument so far encountered by simply wearing them down
Abilities/Cybernetics: The scout bot it controls and a amazing sensor suite but also controls most things on the ship
Weaknesses: EMP, has a fear of not being “good enought” to serve as the vessels AI, and exerting it’s self just to prove that it’s just as capable as all the organic abort (yes the AI has self esteem issues)

FLUFF (Optional)
Hobbies: reading, annoying organic slightly, “organic watching” (like bird watching but with everyone)
Quote\s: (Notable things that the character has said, that may show off their personality or speech type)
Theme: (Musical theme)
Other:

 

[Beleth]

Changed mind wanna play the ships AI sorry if it’s a inconvenience. Boss :3



Picture Appearance: View attachment 590553
Single robot used by the AI personally (required shut down of 1-2 non vital tertiary systems to have enough processing power)

BASIC INFORMATION
Name: core class heavy adaptable AI overseer
Aliases: core
Age: .....
Gender: n/a masculine program
Race: see name
Role: ship board AI

PERSONAL
Sexuality: ......?
High Concept: made to serve designed to change, priorities...mine
Character Alignment: chaotic neutral
Relatives: (People that are biologically related to your character)
Organizations\Affiliations: 110 recon

PHYSICAL
Written Appearance: If using a picture, use the one above
Weapons & Armor: the scout bot carries light armor plating and duel “slug throwers” small guns that shoot tiny explosives pellets
Items & Personal Belongings: none
Skills & Abilities: can beat anything in a argument so far encountered by simply wearing them down
Abilities/Cybernetics: The scout bot it controls and a amazing sensor suite but also controls most things on the ship
Weaknesses: EMP, has a fear of not being “good enought” to serve as the vessels AI, and exerting it’s self just to prove that it’s just as capable as all the organic abort (yes the AI has self esteem issues)

FLUFF (Optional)
Hobbies: reading, annoying organic slightly, “organic watching” (like bird watching but with everyone)
Quote\s: (Notable things that the character has said, that may show off their personality or speech type)
Theme: (Musical theme)
Other:


Anyway hope your ok with my idea change

I for one really like this
(but im not gm)

AI with self esteem issues... that mans the ship... oh god.

 

[Kylesar1]

Changed mind wanna play the ships AI sorry if it’s a inconvenience. Boss :3



Picture Appearance: View attachment 590553
Single robot used by the AI personally (required shut down of 1-2 non vital tertiary systems to have enough processing power)

BASIC INFORMATION
Name: core class heavy adaptable AI overseer
Aliases: core
Age: .....
Gender: n/a masculine program
Race: see name
Role: ship board AI

PERSONAL
Sexuality: ......?
High Concept: made to serve designed to change, priorities...mine
Character Alignment: chaotic neutral
Relatives: (People that are biologically related to your character)
Organizations\Affiliations: 110 recon

PHYSICAL
Written Appearance: If using a picture, use the one above
Weapons & Armor: the scout bot carries light armor plating and duel “slug throwers” small guns that shoot tiny explosives pellets
Items & Personal Belongings: none
Skills & Abilities: can beat anything in a argument so far encountered by simply wearing them down
Abilities/Cybernetics: The scout bot it controls and a amazing sensor suite but also controls most things on the ship
Weaknesses: EMP, has a fear of not being “good enought” to serve as the vessels AI, and exerting it’s self just to prove that it’s just as capable as all the organic abort (yes the AI has self esteem issues)

FLUFF (Optional)
Hobbies: reading, annoying organic slightly, “organic watching” (like bird watching but with everyone)
Quote\s: (Notable things that the character has said, that may show off their personality or speech type)
Theme: (Musical theme)
Other:


Anyway hope your ok with my idea change

Accepted

 

[Huntertabbysandshark3]

bigger yay

 

[_Line 213]

• Basic Information
• Spectralite Documentation

• 
  0090 Cooperative Navigator
  
  a.k.a. "Cooper"
  
  
  
  Species: Spectralite
  
  High Concept: Your friend, the library.
  
  Alighnment: Neutral Good.
  
  Age: Unknown; presumed unknowable.
  
  Specializations: Piloting, Navigation, Scientific Observation, Record-Keeping.
  
  Crew Role: Primary Pilot; requested replacement following the death of previous pilot Richard O'Malley. Diplomatic status cleared via Spectralite Referendum #64230199 with an 88.3% majority.
  
  
  Weapons and Items: Cooper is capable of firing concentrated photon streams, and his panels can act as temporary personal shielding. However, as a Spectralite, he is a weak combatant. Various personal data-collection and experimentation tools can be synthesized via Material Coalescence.
  
  
  Relevant Skills: Adept pilot, navigator, and calculator. Deep understanding of all major scientific fields. Compatible with all documented information technology. Fluent in all documented written and spoken languages.
  
  
  Personality Profile: Cooper possesses a strange sort of chirpy blandness. Despite his vocalizations being nearly monotone, Cooper is nonetheless fond of moving and re-positioning his panels and aperture to form "expressions." Though they take a bit of getting used to, these motions more or less manage to convey some sort of current mood the majority of the time. His programming is considered to be Masculine.
• 
  Physical Attributes: Spectralites take the form of floating, abstract geometry, often changed in order to suit the mentality of those that they surround themselves with. Shapes that seem to be universally pleasing (and are therefore reasonably common) include variations on triangles, rectangles, and spheres.
  
  Physically and operationally speaking, Spectralites are generally seen as something of an anomaly. They are, in essence, captured matter arranged by a central core. Their name is in fact a misnomer; due to their constantly shifting forms and disappearing portions, they were initially believed to be made out of an unknown variant of Hard Light, a misunderstanding heightened by their ability to make portions of their outer shells glow. The entirety of their operations are governed by minute changes at the molecular, atomic and subatomic level, from the creation and re-creation of their outer shells, to their Entanglement-based core circuitry. Though most Spectralites are roughly the size of the average human’s palm, Spectralites with stationary cores, such as Installation Overseers, have the potential to be much larger than their roaming counterparts.
  
  Spectralites derive energy from their surroundings through the controlled conversion of matter into energy (though it is possible for a Spectralite to perform the opposite procedure--adding a further lack of initial clarity as to their non-light based physiology--it does not provide any sort of energy gain). The intricacies of this system, as well as most Spectralite characteristics, are generally beyond the majority of the Galaxy’s understanding; though the Spectralites themselves are capable of stating how they believe they operate, they lack all the necessary information and equipment they would need to replicate themselves. As a result, even though existing Spectralites are often found in abandoned facilities throughout the Galaxy, new Spectralites are not believed to have been created since the highpoint of the society that designed them.
  
  
  
  Culture and Society: Though they are one of the newest arrivals to the galactic stage, Spectralites have in fact been around for eons, having been initially constructed as servitor intelligences by a now-defunct (or so it is believed) galactic intelligence. At the height of this civilization’s power, the Spectralites, then known as Caretakers, were overseers and maintainers of this civilization’s many galactic installations. Sometime before or after this civilization’s apparent fall, the Spectralites were deactivated en-masse, many of them experiencing memory degradation in the process.
  
  Unearthed by explorers from other, current civilizations roughly half a century ago, Spectralites, with no remaining masters to speak of, immediately volunteered themselves for service in any galactic organizations willing to take them. Their price? Information. Needless to say, the sudden appearances of unknown intelligences willing to work “for free” caused waves of distrust amongst government officials and working civilians alike; as a result, though Spectralites pride themselves on being as helpful as possible, they are still a rarer sight throughout the galaxy when compared to most other species.
  
  In an effort to ease tensions with their newfound biological partners, Spectralites have embraced a somewhat individualist culture, discontinuing the use of their networked intelligence for all purposes except data retrieval, personality preservation, and species-wide democratic polling. Though many possess similar shapes, it is nonetheless rare to find two Spectralites that are exactly identical in form. They have also begun to take part in the development of art, the most uniquely Spectralite artform being what is called “Flocking Dances,” in which large amounts of Spectralites group together in swirling, abstract shapes, or in three-dimensional representations of subjects or objects. Everything from light shows, to interpretive dances, to traditional plays created by other species have been performed in Flocking formats. The largest and oldest Flock, “SpectraLIGHT,” was initially created in order to foster diplomacy and goodwill between Spectralites and the remainder of the galaxy.
  
  All “traditional” Spectralite names, referred to as a Serial, follow the same format. A four-digit number, followed by a Purpose Classification, which takes the form of an adjective followed by a noun. The Serial of any given Spectralite immediately informs a User (their go-to terminology for intelligent biological forms) of their purpose and how recently they were assigned compared to their fellows (starting at 0000). Their number is always unique, yet their Purpose Classification is not. Spectralites also have the tendency to take on (or, sometimes, give themselves) “Colloquial Designations,” known to everyone else as Nicknames, generally derived from their full Serial. Famed negotiator 7724 Conscientious Diplomat, for example, was often called Dipper by those he knew personally.
  
  
  
  Societal Strengths:
  -- Extensive Knowledge: The Spectrailtes have been collecting large amounts of publically available data. Having a Spectralite nearby is similar to having a walking library.
  
  -- Spectral Scanning: What Spectralites lack in fighting power and durability, they make up for in observation. Their ability to deconstruct and reconstruct matter allows them to make elegant yet complex scanning tools, letting them gather information from their surroundings quickly and with minimal intrusion.
  
  -- Theoretical masters: Though they have little practice in areas of physical construction, Spectralites are nonetheless known for their mastery of theoretical sciences and related experimentation, thanks to their processing power. Highly mental activities, such as piloting and navigation, also come easily to them.
  
  -- Diplomatic Efficiency: Due to their ability to shift their abstract forms, Spectralites are one of the less likely creatures to come across as naturally revolting. Spectralite Diplomats that remain on certain planets for long amounts of time often take on shapes reminiscent of local arts to further blend in.
  
  Of important note is the fact that Spectralites possess no true technology of their own, instead living in repaired and refurbished installations. Due to their relatively fragile forms, they are not suited for construction, and instead put the majority of their technological focus into theoretics and experimentation. They are, however, backwards compatible, allowing them to interface with most common technological elements in the galaxy.
  

 

[Beleth]

• Basic Information
• Spectralite Documentation

• 
  View attachment 5909380090 Cooperative Navigator
  
  a.k.a. "Cooper"
  
  
  
  Species: Spectralite
  
  High Concept: Your friend, the library.
  
  Alighnment: Neutral Good.
  
  Age: Unknown; presumed unknowable.
  
  Specializations: Piloting, Navigation, Scientific Observation, Record-Keeping.
  
  Crew Role: Primary Pilot; requested replacement following the death of previous pilot Richard O'Malley. Diplomatic status cleared via Spectralite Referendum #64230199 with an 88.3% majority.
  
  
  Weapons and Items: Cooper is capable of firing concentrated photon streams, and his panels can act as temporary personal shielding. However, as a Spectralite, he is a weak combatant. Various personal data-collection and experimentation tools can be synthesized via Light Coalescence.
  
  
  Relevant Skills: Adept pilot, navigator, and calculator. Deep understanding of all major scientific fields. Compatible with all documented information technology. Fluent in all documented written and spoken languages.
  
  
  Personality Profile: Cooper possesses a strange sort of chirpy blandness. Despite his vocalizations being nearly monotone, Cooper is nonetheless fond of moving and re-positioning his panels and aperture to form "expressions." Though they take a bit of getting used to, these motions more or less manage to convey some sort of current mood the majority of the time. His programming is considered to be Masculine.
• 
  View attachment 590941Physical Attributes: Spectralites take the form of floating, abstract geometry, often changed in order to suit the mentality of those that they surround themselves with. Shapes that seem to be universally pleasing (and are therefore reasonably common) include variations on triangles, rectangles, and spheres.
  
  Physically and operationally speaking, Spectralites are generally seen as something of an anomaly. They are, in essence, captured matter arranged by a central core. Their name is in fact a misnomer; due to their constantly shifting forms and disappearing portions, they were initially believed to be made out of an unknown variant of Hard Light, a misunderstanding heightened by their ability to make portions of their outer shells glow. The entirety of their operations are governed by minute changes at the molecular, atomic and subatomic level, from the creation and re-creation of their outer shells, to their Entanglement-based core circuitry. Though most Spectralites are roughly the size of the average human’s palm, Spectralites with stationary cores, such as Installation Overseers, have the potential to be much larger than their roaming counterparts.
  
  Spectralites derive energy from their surroundings through the controlled conversion of matter into energy (though it is possible for a Spectralite to perform the opposite procedure--adding a further lack of initial clarity as to their non-light based physiology--it does not provide any sort of energy gain). The intricacies of this system, as well as most Spectralite characteristics, are generally beyond the majority of the Galaxy’s understanding; though the Spectralites themselves are capable of stating how they believe they operate, they lack all the necessary information and equipment they would need to replicate themselves. As a result, even though existing Spectralites are often found in abandoned facilities throughout the Galaxy, new Spectralites are not believed to have been created since the highpoint of the society that designed them.
  
  
  
  Culture and Society: Though they are one of the newest arrivals to the galactic stage, Spectralites have in fact been around for eons, having been initially constructed as servitor intelligences by a now-defunct (or so it is believed) galactic intelligence. At the height of this civilization’s power, the Spectralites, then known as Caretakers, were overseers and maintainers of this civilization’s many galactic installations. Sometime before or after this civilization’s apparent fall, the Spectralites were deactivated en-masse, many of them experiencing memory degradation in the process.
  
  Unearthed by explorers from other, current civilizations roughly half a century ago, Spectralites, with no remaining masters to speak of, immediately volunteered themselves for service in any galactic organizations willing to take them. Their price? Information. Needless to say, the sudden appearances of unknown intelligences willing to work “for free” caused waves of distrust amongst government officials and working civilians alike; as a result, though Spectralites pride themselves on being as helpful as possible, they are still a rarer sight throughout the galaxy when compared to most other species.
  
  In an effort to ease tensions with their newfound biological partners, Spectralites have embraced a somewhat individualist culture, discontinuing the use of their networked intelligence for all purposes except data retrieval, personality preservation, and species-wide democratic polling. Though many possess similar shapes, it is nonetheless rare to find two Spectralites that are exactly identical in form. They have also begun to take part in the development of art, the most uniquely Spectralite artform being what is called “Flocking Dances,” in which large amounts of Spectralites group together in swirling, abstract shapes, or in three-dimensional representations of subjects or objects. Everything from light shows, to interpretive dances, to traditional plays created by other species have been performed in Flocking formats. The largest and oldest Flock, “SpectraLIGHT,” was initially created in order to foster diplomacy and goodwill between Spectralites and the remainder of the galaxy.
  
  All “traditional” Spectralite names, referred to as a Serial, follow the same format. A four-digit number, followed by a Purpose Classification, which takes the form of an adjective followed by a noun. The Serial of any given Spectralite immediately informs a User (their go-to terminology for intelligent biological forms) of their purpose and how recently they were assigned compared to their fellows (starting at 0000). Their number is always unique, yet their Purpose Classification is not. Spectralites also have the tendency to take on (or, sometimes, give themselves) “Colloquial Designations,” known to everyone else as Nicknames, generally derived from their full Serial. Famed negotiator 7724 Conscientious Diplomat, for example, was often called Dipper by those he knew personally.
  
  
  
  Societal Strengths:
  -- Extensive Knowledge: The Spectrailtes have been collecting large amounts of publically available data. Having a Spectralite nearby is similar to having a walking library.
  
  -- Spectral Scanning: What Spectralites lack in fighting power and durability, they make up for in observation. Their ability to deconstruct and reconstruct matter allows them to make elegant yet complex scanning tools, letting them gather information from their surroundings quickly and with minimal intrusion.
  
  -- Theoretical masters: Though they have little practice in areas of physical construction, Spectralites are nonetheless known for their mastery of theoretical sciences and related experimentation, thanks to their processing power. Highly mental activities, such as piloting and navigation, also come easily to them.
  
  -- Diplomatic Efficiency: Due to their ability to shift their abstract forms, Spectralites are one of the less likely creatures to come across as naturally revolting. Spectralite Diplomats that remain on certain planets for long amounts of time often take on shapes reminiscent of local arts to further blend in.
  
  Of important note is the fact that Spectralites possess no true technology of their own, instead living in repaired and refurbished installations. Due to their relatively fragile forms, they are not suited for construction, and instead put the majority of their technological focus into theoretics and experimentation. They are, however, backwards compatible, allowing them to interface with most common technological elements in the galaxy.
  

I love this!

 

[Mitch Conner]

BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Morgmog
Aliases: None
Age: 72 (young adult)
Gender: Hermaphrodite
Race: Morgmog is one of the Morg, a race of sluglike alien mollusks that evolved from deep-sea scavengers which made up the lowest sentient point on their planet's food chain. Due to this ancestry, all Morg suffer from extreme agoraphobia. To a Morg, merely interacting with one's neighbors is considered an act of great courage, and one who willingly interacts with aliens is considered either desperate or suicidal. Notably, the Morg have never had an armed conflict across their entire history, and their greatest conqueror was Morglind The Not Very Polite, who united two entire domiciles for about a week by crashing on his broodmate's sofa and refusing to leave when asked politely.

The first recorded technological development the Morg underwent was the invention of personal armor, which was considered a landmark success in the science of not dying. The second recorded technological development the Morg underwent was seeing another group of Morg had invented armor, and adding spikes to their armor in an attempt to deter those other armored Morg from attacking them. The third recorded technological achievement the Morg underwent was to create larger, scarier-looking spikes in an attempt to frighten away those with spiked armor. The Morg's societal cold war has continued in a similar fashion throughout their entire history, and as a result modern Morg consider it socially acceptable to carry around multiple weapons of mass destruction mounted across the hardpoints of their mechanized battlesuits- or, as the Morg refer to them, "casual wear".

Societally, Morg cultures could be described as a kind of libertarian utopia, where everyone is extremely polite to the point of timidity and heavily-armed enough to reasonably defeat a small warfleet in single combat. The unspoken rules of their societal non-aggression pact are sacrosanct, and there are none among the Morg who would dare defy it. Historically, several attempts have been made to convert the Morg into war thralls due to their prodigial talent for weaponry, but every attempt has been deemed a miserable failure due to their tendency to immediately throw down their weapons and rout upon entering a battlefield. Travel to and from Morg colony worlds is highly restricted by Space Force blockades due to their tendency to sell WMDs to anyone who so much as brandishes a fork at them.

Role: Translator/Linguist

PERSONAL
Sexuality: Casual sex is virtually unknown to Morgs as it would imply that Morgs ever meet with one another outside of public social functions, so all procreation is accomplished via long distance mailing of genetic material.
High Concept: Would you say it's time to panic yet?
Character Alignment: Cowardic Neutral
Relatives: Presumably has parents, but has never met them.
Organizations\Affiliations: 110th Recon; Soft And Nonthreatening Object Of The Month Club

PHYSICAL
Written Appearance: Outside of the armor Morgmog is a four-foot-long bio-luminescent sea slug looking thing with a number of fine gripping manipulators located around his mouth-orifice.
Weapons & Armor: A ten-foot-tall hermetically sealed warsuit kitted out with fusion blasters, Gauss guns, death rays the works all of it all of the guns and lasers it is a walking warcrime.
Items & Personal Belongings:

• Nonthreatening soft object of indistinct origin and purpose
• A small, unarmed secondary EVA suit equipped with a number of fine manipulators for performing repairs or maintenance on daily-use model
• Various tools and a seemingly infinite supply of space tape recorders

Skills & Abilities: Can say "we surrender" in every known space language; has a remarkably deep understanding of the cultural habits, broad history, and psychology of many interstellar races, especially the warlike ones so as to better avoid them; extremely skilled in the maintenance and manufacture of advanced weaponry
Abilities/Cybernetics: Can discharge nonessential organs and mucus out in a blinding cloud similar to an earth sea cucumber; sticks to most surfaces
Weaknesses:

• Will immediately surrender and cower in fear if faced with anything that could be interpreted as aggression
• Will reflexively discharge innards and attempt to flee upon spotting large crustaceans
• Is a terrible shot
• Needs large quantities of salt water to survive

FLUFF
Hobbies: Maintaining weapons, fortifying personal quarters, taking audiologs
Quote\s: Dislike doing these pregame tbh
Theme:
Other: Nothing I can think of atm

 

[Kylesar1]

BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Morgmog
Aliases: None
Age: 72 (young adult)
Gender: Hermaphrodite
Race: Morgmog is one of the Morg, a race of sluglike alien mollusks that evolved from deep-sea scavengers which made up the lowest sentient point on their planet's food chain. Due to this ancestry, all Morg suffer from extreme agoraphobia. To a Morg, merely interacting with one's neighbors is considered an act of great courage, and one who willingly interacts with aliens is considered either desperate or suicidal. Notably, the Morg have never had an armed conflict across their entire history, and their greatest conqueror was Morglind The Not Very Polite, who united two entire domiciles for about a week by crashing on his broodmate's sofa and refusing to leave when asked politely.

The first recorded technological development the Morg underwent was the invention of personal armor, which was considered a landmark success in the science of not dying. The second recorded technological development the Morg underwent was seeing another group of Morg had invented armor, and adding spikes to their armor in an attempt to deter those other armored Morg from attacking them. The third recorded technological achievement the Morg underwent was to create larger, scarier-looking spikes in an attempt to frighten away those with spiked armor. The Morg's societal cold war has continued in a similar fashion throughout their entire history, and as a result modern Morg consider it socially acceptable to carry around multiple weapons of mass destruction mounted across the hardpoints of their mechanized battlesuits- or, as the Morg refer to them, "casual wear".

Societally, Morg cultures could be described as a kind of libertarian utopia, where everyone is extremely polite to the point of timidity and heavily-armed enough to reasonably defeat a small warfleet in single combat. The unspoken rules of their societal non-aggression pact are sacrosanct, and there are none among the Morg who would dare defy it. Historically, several attempts have been made to convert the Morg into war thralls due to their prodigial talent for weaponry, but every attempt has been deemed a miserable failure due to their tendency to immediately throw down their weapons and rout upon entering a battlefield. Travel to and from Morg colony worlds is highly restricted by Space Force blockades due to their tendency to sell WMDs to anyone who so much as brandishes a fork at them.

Role: Translator/Linguist

PERSONAL
Sexuality: Casual sex is virtually unknown to Morgs as it would imply that Morgs ever meet with one another outside of public social functions, so all procreation is accomplished via long distance mailing of genetic material.
High Concept: Would you say it's time to panic yet?
Character Alignment: Cowardic Neutral
Relatives: Presumably has parents, but has never met them.
Organizations\Affiliations: 110th Recon; Soft And Nonthreatening Object Of The Month Club

PHYSICAL
Written Appearance: Outside of the armor Morgmog is a four-foot-long bioluminescent sea slug looking thing with a number of fine gripping manipulators located around his mouth-orfice.
Weapons & Armor: A ten-foot-tall hermetically sealed warsuit kitted out with fusion blasters, gauss guns, death rays the works all of it all of the guns and lasers it is a walking warcrime.
Items & Personal Belongings: Nonthreatening soft object of indistinct origin and purpose; a small, unarmed secondary EVA suit equipped with a number of fine manipulators for performing repairs or maintenance on daily-use model; various tools
Skills & Abilities: Can say "we surrender" in every known space language; has a remarkably deep understanding of the cultural habits, broad history, and psychology of many interstellar races, especially the warlike ones so as to better avoid them; extremely skilled in the maintenance and manufacture of advanced weaponry
Abilities/Cybernetics: Can discharge nonessential organs and mucus out in a blinding cloud similar to an earth sea cucumber; sticks to most surfaces
Weaknesses: Will immediately surrender and cower in fear if faced with anything that could be interpreted as aggression; will reflexively discharge innards and attempt to flee upon spotting large crustaceans; is a terrible shot; needs large quantities of salt water to survive

FLUFF
Hobbies: Maintaining weapons, fortifying personal quarters
Quote\s: Dislike doing these pregame tbh
Theme:
Other: Nothing I can think of atm

Nicely done. Accepted

 

[Kylesar1]

• Basic Information
• Spectralite Documentation

• 
  View attachment 5909380090 Cooperative Navigator
  
  a.k.a. "Cooper"
  
  
  
  Species: Spectralite
  
  High Concept: Your friend, the library.
  
  Alighnment: Neutral Good.
  
  Age: Unknown; presumed unknowable.
  
  Specializations: Piloting, Navigation, Scientific Observation, Record-Keeping.
  
  Crew Role: Primary Pilot; requested replacement following the death of previous pilot Richard O'Malley. Diplomatic status cleared via Spectralite Referendum #64230199 with an 88.3% majority.
  
  
  Weapons and Items: Cooper is capable of firing concentrated photon streams, and his panels can act as temporary personal shielding. However, as a Spectralite, he is a weak combatant. Various personal data-collection and experimentation tools can be synthesized via Material Coalescence.
  
  
  Relevant Skills: Adept pilot, navigator, and calculator. Deep understanding of all major scientific fields. Compatible with all documented information technology. Fluent in all documented written and spoken languages.
  
  
  Personality Profile: Cooper possesses a strange sort of chirpy blandness. Despite his vocalizations being nearly monotone, Cooper is nonetheless fond of moving and re-positioning his panels and aperture to form "expressions." Though they take a bit of getting used to, these motions more or less manage to convey some sort of current mood the majority of the time. His programming is considered to be Masculine.
• 
  View attachment 590941Physical Attributes: Spectralites take the form of floating, abstract geometry, often changed in order to suit the mentality of those that they surround themselves with. Shapes that seem to be universally pleasing (and are therefore reasonably common) include variations on triangles, rectangles, and spheres.
  
  Physically and operationally speaking, Spectralites are generally seen as something of an anomaly. They are, in essence, captured matter arranged by a central core. Their name is in fact a misnomer; due to their constantly shifting forms and disappearing portions, they were initially believed to be made out of an unknown variant of Hard Light, a misunderstanding heightened by their ability to make portions of their outer shells glow. The entirety of their operations are governed by minute changes at the molecular, atomic and subatomic level, from the creation and re-creation of their outer shells, to their Entanglement-based core circuitry. Though most Spectralites are roughly the size of the average human’s palm, Spectralites with stationary cores, such as Installation Overseers, have the potential to be much larger than their roaming counterparts.
  
  Spectralites derive energy from their surroundings through the controlled conversion of matter into energy (though it is possible for a Spectralite to perform the opposite procedure--adding a further lack of initial clarity as to their non-light based physiology--it does not provide any sort of energy gain). The intricacies of this system, as well as most Spectralite characteristics, are generally beyond the majority of the Galaxy’s understanding; though the Spectralites themselves are capable of stating how they believe they operate, they lack all the necessary information and equipment they would need to replicate themselves. As a result, even though existing Spectralites are often found in abandoned facilities throughout the Galaxy, new Spectralites are not believed to have been created since the highpoint of the society that designed them.
  
  
  
  Culture and Society: Though they are one of the newest arrivals to the galactic stage, Spectralites have in fact been around for eons, having been initially constructed as servitor intelligences by a now-defunct (or so it is believed) galactic intelligence. At the height of this civilization’s power, the Spectralites, then known as Caretakers, were overseers and maintainers of this civilization’s many galactic installations. Sometime before or after this civilization’s apparent fall, the Spectralites were deactivated en-masse, many of them experiencing memory degradation in the process.
  
  Unearthed by explorers from other, current civilizations roughly half a century ago, Spectralites, with no remaining masters to speak of, immediately volunteered themselves for service in any galactic organizations willing to take them. Their price? Information. Needless to say, the sudden appearances of unknown intelligences willing to work “for free” caused waves of distrust amongst government officials and working civilians alike; as a result, though Spectralites pride themselves on being as helpful as possible, they are still a rarer sight throughout the galaxy when compared to most other species.
  
  In an effort to ease tensions with their newfound biological partners, Spectralites have embraced a somewhat individualist culture, discontinuing the use of their networked intelligence for all purposes except data retrieval, personality preservation, and species-wide democratic polling. Though many possess similar shapes, it is nonetheless rare to find two Spectralites that are exactly identical in form. They have also begun to take part in the development of art, the most uniquely Spectralite artform being what is called “Flocking Dances,” in which large amounts of Spectralites group together in swirling, abstract shapes, or in three-dimensional representations of subjects or objects. Everything from light shows, to interpretive dances, to traditional plays created by other species have been performed in Flocking formats. The largest and oldest Flock, “SpectraLIGHT,” was initially created in order to foster diplomacy and goodwill between Spectralites and the remainder of the galaxy.
  
  All “traditional” Spectralite names, referred to as a Serial, follow the same format. A four-digit number, followed by a Purpose Classification, which takes the form of an adjective followed by a noun. The Serial of any given Spectralite immediately informs a User (their go-to terminology for intelligent biological forms) of their purpose and how recently they were assigned compared to their fellows (starting at 0000). Their number is always unique, yet their Purpose Classification is not. Spectralites also have the tendency to take on (or, sometimes, give themselves) “Colloquial Designations,” known to everyone else as Nicknames, generally derived from their full Serial. Famed negotiator 7724 Conscientious Diplomat, for example, was often called Dipper by those he knew personally.
  
  
  
  Societal Strengths:
  -- Extensive Knowledge: The Spectrailtes have been collecting large amounts of publically available data. Having a Spectralite nearby is similar to having a walking library.
  
  -- Spectral Scanning: What Spectralites lack in fighting power and durability, they make up for in observation. Their ability to deconstruct and reconstruct matter allows them to make elegant yet complex scanning tools, letting them gather information from their surroundings quickly and with minimal intrusion.
  
  -- Theoretical masters: Though they have little practice in areas of physical construction, Spectralites are nonetheless known for their mastery of theoretical sciences and related experimentation, thanks to their processing power. Highly mental activities, such as piloting and navigation, also come easily to them.
  
  -- Diplomatic Efficiency: Due to their ability to shift their abstract forms, Spectralites are one of the less likely creatures to come across as naturally revolting. Spectralite Diplomats that remain on certain planets for long amounts of time often take on shapes reminiscent of local arts to further blend in.
  
  Of important note is the fact that Spectralites possess no true technology of their own, instead living in repaired and refurbished installations. Due to their relatively fragile forms, they are not suited for construction, and instead put the majority of their technological focus into theoretics and experimentation. They are, however, backwards compatible, allowing them to interface with most common technological elements in the galaxy.
  

Forgot to say it, but accepted

 

[Seraph Darkfire]

BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Zyto
Aliases: Parasyte, Symbiote, Zy
Age: 67
Gender: Genderless, Physically appears male. Considers self male.
Race: Lueco
Role: Engineer

PERSONAL
Sexuality: Pansexual
High Concept: Tinkering and Experimentation
Character Alignment: Chaotic Good
Relatives: Effectively his entire species.
Organizations\Affiliations: 110th

PHYSICAL
Written Appearance: Despite being effectively a mass of muscle, Zyto is not actually that big of a being. Five feet five inches, he is quite lean, with black as night hair and the common white eyes of the Lueco. He is often seen wearing all black, though not because that is his clothing of choice but because his 'clothing' is actually keratin from the hair of his body, hardened into dead cells and used as clothing. Inexpensive and easily replaced, it is the most effective way of living for the Lueco when they are among other races who shun nudity.
Weapons & Armor: Like all Lueco, Zyto's body is both armor and weapon. His 'skin' is hardened dead flesh, acting as a thin layer of armor and his limbs can be expanded and sharpened into blades and points, making him deadly in short skirmishes.
Items & Personal Belongings: Lueco, and Zyto by extension, are not very obsessive over personal belongings and rarely latch onto the material. As such, Zyto didn't have much he brought with him.
Skills & Abilities: Zyto personally has exceptional skill with the technological. Even without his abilities, he can easily take apart and repair almost any device after a short study. He is also a quick study, capable of learning much in a short amount of time.
Abilities/Cybernetics: The natural abilities of a Lueco to split and control every part of their body freely.
Weaknesses: The natural weakness of a Lueco. Personally, he has a bit of an absentminded streak, often forgetting about arrangements simply because he got pulled into something of his own design. He also doesn't have much of an understanding of personal space, getting up close and personal with others not of his race. It took him a while just to get used to actually having to wear clothes.

FLUFF: "Ok, so you see this part right here? This part controls the cycle of information from this part here, over to here" he laughed as his fingers split apart to follow multiple paths "Ah!" a spark jumped out to catch a tendril making his entire hand spasm "Damn, I've got to be more careful" a quick flex of his fingers to get the numbness to recede before he placed the seal back over the device he'd been tinkering with "Now, with a simple press.." he hit a button and there was a ripple of gravity that yanked several chairs to the wall causing him to laughed and clap his hands "Magnetism is simple, it can pull nearly anything with an opposite charge. Gravity is much harder to manipulate, but not impossible. Gravitational Waves are...odd. They radiate out from every piece of mass, including us. A strong enough counter force and you get this result"

The chairs immediately dropped to the floor causing him to chuckle "Unfortunately, you need a lot of energy to produce a strong enough force to counter a basic force of the universe" he shrugged.

Hobbies: Tinkering. Zyto loves to mess with simple or complex things and often creates very weird inventions. Some that do amazing things, and some that just don't make sense or even work.

Quote\s: "Sorry I am late...I had this thing that couldn't be put down, I had a hard time figuring out what exactly I wanted it to do"

Theme: Les Friction - Dark Matter

Other: N/A

 

[Kylesar1]

BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Zyto
Aliases: Parasyte, Symbiote, Zy
Age: 67
Gender: Genderless, Physically appears male. Considers self male.
Race: Lueco
Role: Engineer

PERSONAL
Sexuality: Pansexual
High Concept: Tinkering and Experimentation
Character Alignment: Chaotic Good
Relatives: Effectively his entire species.
Organizations\Affiliations: 110th

PHYSICAL
Written Appearance: Despite being effectively a mass of muscle, Zyto is not actually that big of a being. Five feet five inches, he is quite lean, with black as night hair and the common white eyes of the Lueco. He is often seen wearing all black, though not because that is his clothing of choice but because his 'clothing' is actually keratin from the hair of his body, hardened into dead cells and used as clothing. Inexpensive and easily replaced, it is the most effective way of living for the Lueco when they are among other races who shun nudity.
Weapons & Armor: Like all Lueco, Zyto's body is both armor and weapon. His 'skin' is hardened dead flesh, acting as a thin layer of armor and his limbs can be expanded and sharpened into blades and points, making him deadly in short skirmishes.
Items & Personal Belongings: Lueco, and Zyto by extension, are not very obsessive over personal belongings and rarely latch onto the material. As such, Zyto didn't have much he brought with him.
Skills & Abilities: Zyto personally has exceptional skill with the technological. Even without his abilities, he can easily take apart and repair almost any device after a short study. He is also a quick study, capable of learning much in a short amount of time.
Abilities/Cybernetics: The natural abilities of a Lueco to split and control every part of their body freely.
Weaknesses: The natural weakness of a Lueco. Personally, he has a bit of an absentminded streak, often forgetting about arrangements simply because he got pulled into something of his own design. He also doesn't have much of an understanding of personal space, getting up close and personal with others not of his race. It took him a while just to get used to actually having to wear clothes.

FLUFF: "Ok, so you see this part right here? This part controls the cycle of information from this part here, over to here" he laughed as his fingers split apart to follow multiple paths "Ah!" a spark jumped out to catch a tendril making his entire hand spasm "Damn, I've got to be more careful" a quick flex of his fingers to get the numbness to recede before he placed the seal back over the device he'd been tinkering with "Now, with a simple press.." he hit a button and there was a ripple of gravity that yanked several chairs to the wall causing him to laughed and clap his hands "Magnetism is simple, it can pull nearly anything with an opposite charge. Gravity is much harder to manipulate, but not impossible. Gravitational Waves are...odd. They radiate out from every piece of mass, including us. A strong enough counter force and you get this result"

The chairs immediately dropped to the floor causing him to chuckle "Unfortunately, you need a lot of energy to produce a strong enough force to counter a basic force of the universe" he shrugged.

Hobbies: Tinkering. Zyto loves to mess with simple or complex things and often creates very weird inventions. Some that do amazing things, and some that just don't make sense or even work.

Quote\s: "Sorry I am late...I had this thing that couldn't be put down, I had a hard time figuring out what exactly I wanted it to do"

Theme: Les Friction - Dark Matter

Other: N/A

Just as well done as the LORE

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[Aloha Loha]

Name: GVBS-D032, (Callsign: Scott)
Aliases: John Doe, The Lab-born
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Vat-born Humanoid
Role: Infantry

PERSONAL
Sexuality: Scott, like the rest of his batch minus a few give or take, is heterosexual.
High Concept: A Vat-born Human, among many, created to fulfill the mission no matter how many deaths it takes!
Character Alignment: Lawful Expendable
Relatives: The Current Vat has 68 other individual Vat-born, the majority of which are completely identical (sans a few mistakes which tend to crop up) to the one designated as 032. Specimens 1 through 31 are deceased, while 32 to 100 are alive with 32 active.
Organizations\Affiliations:
110th Recon

PHYSICAL
Weapons & Armor:
Standard Issue Energy Based Ray-gun
Fire-arm Resistant Jacket/Pants
Items & Personal Belongings: Scott has nothing that is called his own.
Skills & Abilities:
Combat Training, Ranged and Melee
Knowledge of Several Space Jurisdiction Laws and Ordinances
Basic Outdoor Survival Training

Abilities/Cybernetics:
Vat-born – In the, fairly likely, event that D032 dies his conscience – his knowledge at the time of his death – will be transferred into the next clone in the line, and allow them to exit the stasis chambers.

Weaknesses:
Mostly Human – Despite being a lab-born one, he is still a human, with all the limitations that brings.
Foolhardy – Due to being a lab-born human, Scott tends to not take any consideration into his actions and will try to achieve the goal no matter what happens to him.
Lactose Intolerant - D032 has his own flaws from the creation method, he cannot handle milk or milk products. Even the smell of them causes him to gag.

FLUFF
Hobbies: Scott likes collecting bottle-caps. Beyond that there is nothing else he particularly does as a hobby.
Quotes: “THERE ARE ALWAYS RESERVES!”
Theme:
Other: Please do not ask about the deaths of 1 through 31, Scott does not like to talk about them. Especially not 13, 13 was a disgrace to the entire ordeal.

 

[Kylesar1]

Name: GVBS-D032, (Callsign: Scott)
Aliases: John Doe, The Lab-born
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Vat-born Humanoid
Role: Infantry

PERSONAL
Sexuality: Scott, like the rest of his batch minus a few give or take, is heterosexual.
High Concept: A Vat-born Human, among many, created to fulfill the mission no matter how many deaths it takes!
Character Alignment: Lawful Expendable
Relatives: The Current Vat has 68 other individual Vat-born, the majority of which are completely identical (sans a few mistakes which tend to crop up) to the one designated as 032. Specimens 1 through 31 are deceased, while 32 to 100 are alive with 32 active.
Organizations\Affiliations:
110th Recon

PHYSICAL
Weapons & Armor:
Standard Issue Energy Based Ray-gun
Fire-arm Resistant Jacket/Pants
Items & Personal Belongings: Scott has nothing that is called his own.
Skills & Abilities:
Combat Training, Ranged and Melee
Knowledge of Several Space Jurisdiction Laws and Ordinances
Basic Outdoor Survival Training

Abilities/Cybernetics:
Vat-born – In the, fairly likely, event that D032 dies his conscience – his knowledge at the time of his death – will be transferred into the next clone in the line, and allow them to exit the stasis chambers.

Weaknesses:
Mostly Human – Despite being a lab-born one, he is still a human, with all the limitations that brings.
Foolhardy – Due to being a lab-born human, Scott tends to not take any consideration into his actions and will try to achieve the goal no matter what happens to him.
Lactose Intolerant - D032 has his own flaws from the creation method, he cannot handle milk or milk products. Even the smell of them causes him to gag.

FLUFF
Hobbies: Scott likes collecting bottle-caps. Beyond that there is nothing else he particularly does as a hobby.
Quotes: “THERE ARE ALWAYS RESERVES!”
Theme:
Other: Please do not ask about the deaths of 1 through 31, Scott does not like to talk about them. Especially not 13, 13 was a disgrace to the entire ordeal.

Nice

Accepted

 

[yeeters08]

BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Model 3077
Alias: Cypher , Cy , Tick
Age: Appears to be 17
Gender: Female
Race: AI
Role: Engineer

PERSONAL
Sexuality: Asexual
High Concept: A hot headed and rebellious robot that is very passionate about her work.
Character Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Relatives: Mother/Creator , Vega. The one who made the two robots but had a error in one of the robots (model 3077) so it backfired on her. Sister , Blur. One of the successful robots that her mother created. Both relatives still on earth.
Organization : 110th Recon

PHYSICAL
Written Appearance: If using a picture, use the one above
Weapons & Armor:
Outer skin - It may look normal , but it doubles as armor protection from any attacks since 3077 is mainly a logistics AI, she’s focused on more on defense than offense

Combat knife - yEA I literally just said she’s mostly on defense but close combat is the only kind of offense she has. Only the basics though.

Items & Personal Belongings: Combat knife given from a old friend.

Skills & Abilities:
Fast comprehension: A quick scan of a technical problem can tell her what she needs to do in order to fix or create something.

Iron teeth - She can eat most metals in order to fix her outer skin or a part of herself. She can also form tools and use them in her work.

She is a quick learner when it comes to the science field or technology field.

Abilities/Cybernetics:
She has a faster speed than humans. Nothing too crazy , but it helps her get to situations faster.

She also does not feel pain , being a AI and everything. A virus could hurt her , but only if it’s serious.

Weaknesses:
She tends to forget that she’s working in a team, and sometimes steps on others for herself. Her hostile personality tends to hurt others, even when she didn’t really mean it. She is also not that strong , so fighting for her comes as a struggle.

FLUFF: oof

Hobbies: She likes to invent things , so when not working you could find her working on blueprints or tinkering on old junk.
Quote\s: “DONT TOUCH ANYTHING. Be SMART and step away!”
Theme:
Grump it (basically)
Other:
Kylesar1

 

[Kylesar1]

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BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Model 3077
Alias: Cypher , Cy , Tick
Age: Appears to be 17
Gender: Female
Race: AI
Role: Engineer

PERSONAL
Sexuality: Asexual
High Concept: A hot headed and rebellious robot that is very passionate about her work.
Character Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Relatives: Mother/Creator , Vega. The one who made the two robots but had a error in one of the robots (model 3077) so it backfired on her. Sister , Blur. One of the successful robots that her mother created. Both relatives still on earth.
Organization : 110th Recon

PHYSICAL
Written Appearance: If using a picture, use the one above
Weapons & Armor:
Outer skin - It may look normal , but it doubles as armor protection from any attacks since 3077 is mainly a logistics AI, she’s focused on more on defense than offense

Combat knife - yEA I literally just said she’s mostly on defense but close combat is the only kind of offense she has. Only the basics though.

Items & Personal Belongings: Combat knife given from a old friend.

Skills & Abilities:
Fast comprehension: A quick scan of a technical problem can tell her what she needs to do in order to fix or create something.

Iron teeth - She can eat most metals in order to fix her outer skin or a part of herself. She can also form tools and use them in her work.

She is a quick learner when it comes to the science field or technology field.

Abilities/Cybernetics:
She has a faster speed than humans. Nothing too crazy , but it helps her get to situations faster.

She also does not feel pain , being a AI and everything. A virus could hurt her , but only if it’s serious.

Weaknesses:
She tends to forget that she’s working in a team, and sometimes steps on others for herself. Her hostile personality tends to hurt others, even when she didn’t really mean it. She is also not that strong , so fighting for her comes as a struggle.

FLUFF: oof

Hobbies: She likes to invent things , so when not working you could find her working on blueprints or tinkering on old junk.
Quote\s: “DONT TOUCH ANYTHING. Be SMART and step away!”
Theme:
Grump it (basically)
Other:
Kylesar1

Nicely done
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[enterelysium]

this but futuristic




BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Elias dmitri glukhovski (Only Elias translates over to English so she was given a different last name by a crewmember)
Aliases: devil, mind taker
Age:18
Gender: female
Race: draki, this race looks similar in body type to human except they are red skinned, have around 3 small tentacles and one large one coming from each shoulderblade and they have horns similar to a tiefling from dnd, the horn shapes vary as much as they do in dnd as well. if a living organism is touched by the tentacles for more than 14 seconds then the draki can take some small control over the organism that was toucheds body, the longer they are in contact the more control they have but contact with these tentacles upon an unwilling organism is incredibly strenuous and only can be used sometimes, but if they have enough willpower to hold on for around 5 minutes of contact they will have complete control over the hosts body. such complete control, that wounds can be healed in seconds or all bodily functions could be ceased instantly (I know this might seem op, but most people will use protective suits, they can only be used in hospitable environments, five minutes of contact with an unwilling host is a very long time and will likely end badly for the draki doing so. draki culture involves following whomever has has the strongest willpower. this is tested by how long they can lay their tentacles on a host without being knocked out. after the current ruler died all young adults were tested and Elias was a head and shoulders above the rest, at exactly five minutes. she was conscripted to become leader because of this and tried to settle into her new role but it just didnt fit, she was an awful leader. when the 110th recon came and made first contact, she stowed away and joined their crew as a medic.



((more info)) draki take bioengineering to the next level. most of their technology is alive, but not cognizant and can only be control through use of their tentacles to control it. for example a light switch is a small biopad that they press their tentacle into and turn on/off a bioswitch within. this can get frustrating for other races visiting.
Role: combat medic

PERSONAL
Sexuality: bisexual
High Concept: strong willed but scared
Character Alignment: chaotic good
Relatives: narcassistic mother and father who will not be named
Organizations\Affiliations: 110th recon, magistrate of draki,

PHYSICAL
Written Appearance: If using a picture, use the one above
Weapons & Armor: custom fitted armor light body armor with hermetically sealed tentacle ports, with slight jump, speed, and strength augments, along with a standard issue energy pistol.
Items & Personal Belongings: a hermetically sealed pack filled with medical supplies. a small bell, an outift of traditional draki clothing that she was wearing when she ran away.
Skills & Abilities: strong willed. sharp eyesight. great medic. limited combat training. good dancer.
Abilities/Cybernetics: tentacles, can be used to interact with people, if held against organism for more than 14 seconds can communicate basic concepts no matter the language barrier, after 5 minutes of holding total control over hosts body may be assumed if wanted.
Weaknesses: was cripplingly depressed but thanks to the closed off culture of draki she was never given help. fight, flight or freeze? freeze. definitely freeze, in combat situations she freezes instantly and unless someone needs her help through healing it is likely she will be of no use

FLUFF
Elias panted, getting closer to the ship that was parked in the docking bay, it was considered an embassy so earth laws would be active upon it, meaning she wouldnt be forced to go back to leading as long as she was on it. in just one day she was called mentally broken (serious insult on draki) 16 times by various staff and trainers because of here unwillingness to lead. she stopped in front of the door, wondering what to do, knock? she went to rap her knuckles on the door but hesitated, worried thoughts crashing through her mind at record pace, eventually she calmed them and willed her hand to hit the door, it did, after an excruciatingly long wait the door was opened by a red headed man with a medium length beard and a plasma rifle, in a gruff voice he said "why hello there girly, what're you doin here?" she responded with a nervous squeak and muttered out something inconprehensible, the man grunted softly and closed the door behind her. "why dont we get you some tea and see whats goin on here?" he went to the kitchen after leading her to a lounge, he brought back two mugs with steam rising off them. she sniffed at it nervously then took a sip, it burnt her tongue but tasted delicous. she began to relax and managed to tell him her story, once she was done he looked at her and said, "you sure you want to come with us? its going to be a long journey." she looked at him with steely eyes and nodded. he let out a great big laugh, saying in between chuckles, "the little ladie's got a strong heart, dontcha?'. he decided to take her under his wing and granted her asylum but she wasnt old enough to join the 110th quite yet (shes 16 at the time of this fluff). he gave her small amounts of combat training (hes an infantryman, plus his name is connor ill make a CS for him too probs) but figured it wasnt her thing. once she turned 18 she joined the medical division and became a combat medic. (apologies for how bad this fluff is, I hvent Written creatively or rp'd in years and am getting back in to it, plus am wildly sleep deprived.)

Hobbies: reading old human literature, hanging out with friends, taking care of people
Quote\s: "uhh, are you sure that I am able to do this?", "DO noT DARE YOU DIE On ME COMRADE" "ehh, it was not a thing (its nothing, (her being humble)) (yes her english is slightly broken, shes alien, and I think its cute)
Theme: keina suda -veil




((apologies for not doing so great at this, Im sleep deprived and I havent joined any kind of RP in seven billion years lmao, during the rp my writing will be much better but I am dying of tiredness rn) (just woke up and read this and holy crap it aint very good, Ill leave it for now but if it isnt good enough just say and I can rewrite it)




constructive criticism is welcomed, like seriously I need it very badly






okay, I noticed that her past may be very confusing, let me explain real quick:

she was conscripted to become leader (not actually leading very much but the public figure, kinda like the queen in england,) she hated her life as a ruler so ran away to the 110th divisions ship, came aboard and was helped out by a bookie infantryman named connor, he became a father figure of sorts to her and once she was old enough she join the 110th as a medic.


explanation of draki powers:

tentacles on back, if touching another organism with tentacles for more than 14 seconds can communicate simple concepts or change small chemical reactions. if touched for longer more control is given, if touched for more than 5 minutes total control can be taken, this is very useful for healing people.