CHUMROLL 2: (Traditional Rude Joke Regarding Trollslum)

[Thunder Reign]

===> Be the... oh goddamnit she made a fanalien race.

Your name, although to be honest it's the name you looted off your neighbour a week ago, is CIROLANI MOTHOIDA. You are an adolescent member of the Costraca, a race of highly advanced predators who, having dominated every other vicious species on your home moons, were left with nothing better to do than become an advanced civilization.

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REPRODUCTION AND ADOLESCENCE

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Every member of your species is born gestating a bag of nigh-indestructible eggs inside their chest, which hatch and claw their way out when that member hits 20 years old. In the past this was a valid means of reproduction, as the death rate was high enough to require it, but now that you have no natural predators it merely means a massive population boom. With an enormous crowding issue, your naturally vicious species turned to the best solution centuries ago- infighting and cannibalism.

The natural diet of your species is... other members of your species, although this is not the only thing you eat. Eating each other is so ingrained in your culture that there are even rules of etiquette for it. And since there are so many of you, the only way to become a fully fledged member of society is to eat your competitors until you come out on top. Charming, isn't it? Costracans aren't given names at birth, but have to fight tooth and nail for them. Names can't be obtained until a Costracan is 15, they are only available during a specific season, and if you don't have a name you are essentially a second class citizen, fighting off other members of your species almost every day. Life is rough. But once you do have a name, you are registered with the government and protected by law! Provided nobody murders you and steals your name before you can get to the registration office, of course. You can choose almost any occupation you want, and start a lovely new life full of not-getting-randomly-eaten possibilities.

Since Costraca eggs are so hard, it costs quite a lot of money to destroy them. Broods are instead surgically removed from 17 year old Costraca and placed in hatching centers. Once you hatch as a baby Costraca, you naturally fight amongst your birth sisters and devour each other until only three remain. These siblings then progress to the first stage of life: being Unnamed. You are registered as a simple number with the government and are placed in an Unnamed slum with your two sisters. The life of an Unnamed is tough indeed- you can be called to the official fighting arenas at any time, being pitted against other juveniles to weed out the weak, and if you die your body parts are sold to butchers. Not only that, but casual fights to the death are both common and encouraged amongst Unnamed. Why are you so casual about death? We'll get to that later. Rest assured there's a good reason.

You mature from a baby to a mature adult in a little under a year, fed on the remains of unlucky Costraca. The Unnamed life continues for 15 years, which is spent in equal parts studying and fighting. All Costraca are expected to learn basic arithmetic, writing skills, and most importantly the Law and History of your kind. Unnamed are paid a pittance of money by the government, but not much. They lead something of a frugal life.

Every cold season, 100 names are released to a city-hub by the almighty Government. The feeding frenzy over who gets to have the names begins, with a massive brawl engulfing the city that only ends when either only 100 juveniles remain or others just give up and wait for the next batch. Names are always eight letters long, but other than that there is no rhyme or reason to them: most of them are just composed of random syllables highers-up in the government picked out of a hat. It is common to see Costraca with names like "Suuulupu" or "Pfpfnype", but they are so grateful to actually have names that nobody complains. Besides, pony up enough money to the Government and you can get your name changed.

APPEARANCE

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Every member of your species is "female" to the human eye, although the Costraca themselves have no perception of gender beyond the dimorphism they see in other animals. You would understand the difference between "him" and "her" if faced with a troll or a human, but you wouldn't think it a very important deal at all. The pronouns used by Costraca are "ce" and "cir". You are all exceedingly tall, with the shortest recorded member being 6'5 and the tallest being 12'8, and are bipedal.

Your skin is tough, like a rhinoceros, and very hard to pierce. It constantly secretes a dark, thick substance called 'lymph', which combines with your colorless blood to form an even tougher carapace. Black carapaces come from dark lymph, while albino and auburn Costraca have white and red tainted lymph respectively. The flesh of a costraca is the same color as their carapace.

While Costraca are normally brown-skinned with black carapaces, albino Costraca or auburn Costraca have been seen. Albino Costraca are considered attractive, but also stereotyped as quite air-headed. Auburn Costraca have a bad reputation for being too romantic. Apart from that, there is no difference between the colors. Your eyes are large, with anywhere from 20-40 pupils in each eye, and your vision is brilliant. The number of arms members of your species can have ranges from one pair to four. You are all incredibly strong and quick, with excellent reflexes and mild regenerative capabilities. Your mouths are filled with razor-sharp teeth, you can spit acid, and the edges of your carapace armor is sharp- you are all, basically, walking murder machines.

Those who live on the moon Mothoida have tails, and the Immanise-born have spines. These traits are influenced by the environment that the larvae was hatched in. A Costraca who emerged from their shell on Mothoida and was immediately shuttled off to Immanise would still have a tail, and would still produce tailed offspring. However, if their offspring hatched on Immanise, the offspring of that offspring would have Immanise spines. Confusing? Yeah.

Costraca without tails or spines are not very common, but they do occur: the same goes for a Costraca with both spines and a tail. There is an incredibly rare third trait, that of having wings (insectile in nature), but any Costraca born with wings will find they are flimsy, vestigial and totally useless. The idea of having wings strong enough to fly on is one hardwired into the Costraca subconscious, and many works of fiction feature the motif of a Costraca with impressive and functional wings.

You can all survive underwater due to rudimentary gill systems, but you do not fare well in cold environments. Low temperatures make both your carapace and skin brittle. The main weakness of the Costraca is their eyes, which are connected to far more blood vessels and nerves than those of humans or trolls, and blinding a Costraca almost guarantees they'll bleed to death. They also don't fare too well with high-pitched noises, like dog whistles, that rupture their internal hearing membranes. To take a Costraca down, aim for the head! But don't let them get away, because they're capable of regenerating almost any body part given enough time and food.

Costraca do have horns, but they're more vestigial antennae that have hardened over the years. They have no feeling and some individuals snap them off for convenience. Most Costraca horns are simply straight lines, but horn shape variation isn't uncommon. You have thick hair on your heads, much like human hair, although it is far harder to break or style. Doesn't stop people from trying, though! Auburn or albino Costraca often have streaks of red or white in their hair. Sometimes, an auburn or albino will have totally red/white hair: this is attractive in Costraca culture.

Painting a design on the carapace is common, and many Costraca design themselves their own logo. If the Costraca gets on with her two sisters, the siblings may design and share a common logo as a sign of sisterhood. Clothes are very hard to fit on your carapaced frames and as such, your species just walks around... well, naked. It's not like you can actually see anything with all the carapace anyway. This isn't to say that fashion isn't a thing, but most Costraca designers stick to decorative scarves or bracelets. Wearing robes/pants/skirts is considered a sign of incredible decadence: "I'm so rich, I don't even need to have full motility."

The lifespan of a Costraca is 130 years. Once a Costraca matures they do not tend to change physically until the very end of their lifespan, so it is impossible to tell the age of an adult Costraca from looking at them. Age is not seen as a big issue in your society. However, due to the bloodthirstiness of your culture, a Costracan dying of old age and not a fight is so rare that it merits a festival, and people like to take pieces of their carapace for good-luck charms.

Psychic powers have only ever been seen in one Costracan, who became something of a Jesus figure. The war that was sparked over that individual is legendary, and all of your species know about it- if another psychic Costracan was born, it would be culled immediately, lest another incident develop. This has not stopped your culture from producing hundreds of fictional works about superpowered Costraca.

PLANET

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Your species lives on two moons, Mothoida and Immanise, each about 3/4 the size of Earth. Travel between the two is cheap. Mothoida has more water and Immanise has more canyons, but apart from that they are mostly identical. The planet they orbit is named "Occipita" and is competely overrun by ferocious flora and fauna, incapable of being colonized. Mothoida's normal temperature is about 30 degrees Celsius, while Immanise is 35 degrees; Mothoida has a population of five billion Costraca, while Immanise has roughly four billion.

The fauna of the moons are quite vicious, but any species that poses an overwhelming threat to your kind has long been eliminated, save for the monsters that live deep underground on the poles of the planet. The flora is beautiful. Your species live around the equators, and avoid the polar ice caps, since those are the coldest and thus deadliest places to inhabit. If a Costraca wants to abandon civilization, they have nowhere to run but the poles. There are sizeable populations of rebel Costraca in the poles, which the government fears most of all.

There are no political parties in Costraca culture. The government is universal and rules both moons.

CULTURE

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The social structure of the Costraca is surprisingly advanced for a race based around eating each other. Your government is practically omnipotent, with cameras in every street and building, and it registers all members of the race in massive databases. Most Costraca live in the cities, sprawling metropolises with advanced technology, but some choose to live rurally and farm food: a Costracan can live anywhere they want, really, as long as they have some sort of job and make some sort of contribution to society.

Being as decadent as you can (while still being a productive member of society) is encouraged. In particular, society is highly focused around art (the ultimate form of decadence), and skilled artists are popular indeed. A lot of media has been produced by Costraca, ranging from television soap operas to comic books to government-sponsored LARP outings. It's common to see at least two posters of a favorite movie or show hanging in a Costracan's room, and figurines are in high demand. Older Costraca like classier and more refined plays, younger Costraca like flashier things, etc.

Once you are named and registered you are free to take a well-paying job and become a productive member of society, although if you simply mooch around all day you will most likely get your name revoked and sent to the fighting arenas. Costraca are fighters and bloodthirsty by nature: to avoid everyone simply killing each other, the government made non-fatal, non-serious fights a custom. Engaging in a non-serious fight is seen as a fun pasttime, albeit one that could lose you all your limbs, and there are even global fighting tournaments. It's common to see Costraca decorating themselves with the sign of their favorite fighting team.

The mythos of your culture revolves around cannibalism, for obvious reasons. All Costraca are religious, but passively so. They believe that if you die, you are just reborn as another grub, but only if you are consumed by another Costraca. If you die without being eaten, your soul will be condemned to oblivion. Their deity is nameless, benevolent and non-judging. It is represented as a pure white, ten armed, 13-foot-tall Costraca- as a result, albino Costraca are seen as particularly attractive, as well as having more arms or being taller.

Crime is generally low, thanks to the iron fist of the government. A common job for a Costracan is to be an office worker, but many other occupations are viable: cleaning the streets, running the fighting arenas, farming food, performing research, cosmetic painting and carapace modification, all that. There is no military save for the police. The government discourages organized militia groups beyond the tournament teams, as they fear the start of yet another war, but privatized groups such as bodyguards, bouncers, etc are common.

Cannibalism etiquette: Unnamed eat each other all the time and it's not seen as much of an issue at all. Since all Costracans inherently believe in reincarnation (this religious view is also enforced by the iron fist of the government), losing a duel and being eaten is not viewed with as much fear as regular death would be. Named Costraca stick to stricter rules, and don't generally challenge each other to duels to the death unless something is seriously wrong. They tend to buy their meat from butchers instead of killing someone for it. If someone is murdered and not eaten, it is seen as the highest insult possible: such a fate would only meet a notorious criminal, a highly unpopular politician, or anyone else along those lines. If a Costracan becomes suicidal, they go to their closest friend to be eaten.

Once you are Named you are free to have as many close relationships as you want. Some Costraca are socialites, some are loners, some have huge networks of buddies and some choose to isolate themselves from the world. Non-platonic romance is strictly monogamous. Since relationships aren't required for reproduction, it is not viewed as absolutely essential as in troll culture, but romance does happen pretty frequently.

Your species has only become capable of building spaceships that can make it to other galaxies very recently, although ships that can shuttle Costraca between the two moons have been around for ages. So far your astronauts have not found any colonizable planets, but hopefully one will be found soon so the overpopulation problem can be relieved a little. Your version of the Internet spans the two moons and you even have an instant messenger program, although most Costracans tend to be a bit unimaginative and make their names into their tags. Unnamed who use the system substitute a random word for the first part of the tag, although the moon part is consistent.

Perhaps the most hilarious part of the space-faring aspect of your culture is that Costraca are actually scared of finding other alien species, as the centuries of fighting off the horrific wildlife on your moons has left you convinced that any other sentient race will be as tough if not tougher than you. It is for this reason that Costraca have been practicing diplomacy skills in case they encounter a terrifying alien species, despite the fact Costraca could rip the average human in half without really thinking about it. Costracan weaponry is absurdly powerful and incredibly heavy. A notable fact is that, since the species' eggs are so hard and indestructable, they're used instead of cannonballs.
The language you speak is vocalized in clicks and hisses, but your vocal chords are capable of words similar to what humans use.

HISTORY

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Costraca started as a predatorial race, and after they wiped out the biggest threats to their kind, they began to start making attempts at civilization. They originally lived in the sea and came onto land, progressing towards modern day technology in much the same fashion as humans did. Many, many wars were fought by the Costraca, some over love, some over land, physical differences, religion... whatever reason you can think of, Costraca have died in the millions for it's cause. This eventually lead to the formation of a hyperpowerful Government, which enforces a rule of absolute peace and kills anyone who threatens to disturb it. The Government is unchallenged, except by the large settlements of rebels who live in the polar ice caps.

A criminal who has performed crimes of an incredibly harsh degree witll be sentenced to life on Occipita, the hostile main planet. It is commonly understood that going to Occipita means you will die instantly and die for real, as there are no other surviving Costraca down there to eat you and put you back in the reincarnation cycle. (OR ARE THERE????)

So wait, who were you again? Oh, right. Your name is still Cirolani Mothoida. You are a freshly named Costraca, having sniped the new name of another neighbour right as they were heading off to register it, and you are very excited to get your life started. You have a keen interest in art, and hope to become a portrait artist one day, but for now you content yourself with drawing fanart of your very favorite costranimes and mangastracas.

Having claimed a name for yourself, you now proudly use the tag cirolaniMothoida on the messaging program Costracom, and you 23/4/8'9 -->> inddddiccccate the numbbbber of pupils/numbbbber of arms you have + height at the start of your sentencccces, bbbbut you also have troubbbble with a ccccouple of your keys sticcccking ddddown.

SPRITES

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How hair for different colors works:

SCRAB/God Tiering/Miscellaneous Info:

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The equivalent of SGRUB or SBURB is SCRAB. Costraca are naturally talented at SCRAB, with the only difficulty being provided by prototypings... but even then, it's a snap!

God Tier Costraca gain both wings and five pairs of arms (ten arms), regardless of how many arms they had before. They also become exponentially taller.

Costraca customarily indicate pupil number, arm number and height at the start of their costraCom messages, like so:

MM: 34/5/7'8 ~~~> I cant beleev I lost my arm in dat fite!!!
CI: 25/8/8'10 -> -> -> why are ya whinin. itll grow back fine.

Costraca use a variety of colors- there is no restriction on color- and many choose to vary their typing styles.
There are, in fact, Costraca exiles who have survived on Occipita. They are very scary indeed.

[Pootporri]

>Be the chameleon chick.

You are now a CHAMELOID. In short, you are CHAM. A pink one that that. This places you at the lower end of the red spectrum. You'll get to the spectrum of your race here in a second. To put it short, you're of a lower class. You're pretty alright with that, it doesn't put you in the danger of being in the heart of the RED EMPIRE and if it occurs that you need to, you can change your caste. You've already done that once. You'll get to that in a second, as well.

To start off, you should probably explain your society's caste system. It's a little complicated, so grin and bear it as well as one possibly can.

The Caste System

Setting things off, the main castes are red - pink - purple - blue - cyan. This is what your spectrum is limited to. The meanings of the colors will be explained later. For now, you're going to get to explaining an aspect of your biology that's a giant flaw of your race, but incredibly important as well. Your blood color is all the same color; purple. The pigment of your spines, skin, and irises however, are not. To put it short, your race blends in with their surroundings. Of course, the fact that your race can only turn from red to cyan complicates things a bit. Back in the tribal days, your race had to adjust. It was a mutation, but you were able to survive nonetheless. Your instincts, however, remained the same. Naturally, you wanted to blend in. Therefore, your people segregated. Cyans went their own way, and reds went their own way as well. They painted their cities in the color of their pigments and stayed there.

They had no contact with eachother for a while. Naturally, each of the empires developed their own beliefs, not being able to trade ideas with the opposite empire for a very, very long time.

The Red Empire

The red empire had decided to take a path of free reign. Only the strongest would survive, and intimidation would rule over all. The true reds would migrate to the heart of the empire; the very middle of the city, and the weaker people or those who didn't want to be in a constant arms race would migrate to the outskirts of the city. The people in the outskirts' pigment would mix with the true neutral color, purple, and thus make their pigment pink. They would notice a trend; the more close to purple a person got, the stranger their bone protrusions would get. You'll get to that later as well.

Going further into the red empire, the people tend to be very vicious the further in you go. The true reds are basically at a constant fight to keep everything under control, happen a riot break out or a building get attacked. Mind you, there's still law, but it's unwritten and if you break it, the consequence could be death depending on who you wrong. If its a low pink, you just have the family to deal with. If it's a true red, you've got both the family of the red and the families surrounding it to deal with. In both the red and cyan castes, true colors are kind of a big deal. They're the biggies; the top of the chain. In red's case? They're practically the Don of the red empire.

The Cyan Empire

Spanning to the other empire, the cyan, they had wrapped themselves up in the beliefs completely opposite of the red empire. Once they had set off and started building their empire, rules were set in place. They thought this was a good idea at the time, it would minimize fighting and death, and give everybody an equal opportunity to find a job. Whether they liked it or not didn't matter, because regardless of personal opinion, everyone did their workload and their fair share with the newly blossoming empire. Soon, families were created, and the cyan population was bursting at the seams with good will and prosperity.

Over time, however, things got a little bleaker. Just like the reds, the cyans who didn't want to be ordered around too often moved to the outskirts of the city. Their skin and spine pigments slowly drifted toward a more neutral color, placing them at blue. The true cyans practically became a dictatorship, directing who they want, where they want. They assigned jobs based on caste, and applied order to an extreme degree. This, of course, prevented say, random stabbings. It also prevented the reign of free will in the cyan empire. That is how they are today, on tight lock and very carefully crafted families.

The Outcasts

Outside of the empires, there's also a caste. It is what you were referring to when you were referring to the neutral color.

When a Chameloid doesn't stay within an empire, their pigment will slowly start drifting toward the bottom of the caste system. That color being purple. Purples are practically the outcasts of the Cham society. Once a person becomes purple, they begin getting odd bone protrusions that aren't native to red or cyan pigments. This is why switching castes can become incredibly hard. Having a spine protrusion only native to a purple would mean you had a purple caste at some point. Same goes for red, and for cyan.

That said, being purple is highly frowned upon. Though you can change it, unless you cut the spine protrusions off, you're not ever going to belong in a true red or a true cyan society. You may be accepted on the outskirts of a city, but once a purple has been discovered as previously purple, they're frowned upon. Looked upon as a traitor or a sellout by the other purples, and to the cyans and reds an intruder. Purples tend to stay away from both cyan and red empires, doing as much as they please. They can form their own families, build their own mini empires, travel on their lonesome or more. It's a (truly) free world being away from an empire, which is why some would give up the promise of free reign or safety to go out and adventure, or settle on their own. To the cost, of course, of acceptance into either society.

Families

Getting over the subject of caste, each color is divided into subdivisions based on hue. These sections are called families. The highest hue for a red person would be 360, or 0, and the lowest hue for a red person would be 339. For a pink, the highest family hue would be 338, and the lowest would be 293. Purples can range from 292 - 248. Blues range from 247 (being a low blue) to 202. Finally, a low cyan is 201 and the highest cyan you can get will have a hue of 180. To each family there is a birth symbol.

Birth symbols remain with a family forever, whether they change caste or not. This means that someone could go drastically from red to cyan, meet up with their long lost birthbrother, and be able to identify eachother simply by showing their symbols. Symbols aren't necessarily put on a piece of clothing, however. They can be anywhere; a ring, a tattoo, a necklace, a family hand-me-down, the like.

Families tend to conjugate around the same areas. True reds stay in the heart of the empire, and pinks stay on the outskirts. Same goes for cyans and blues. They're close knit, which is why having say, a purple in their neighbourhood would probably cause something bad to happen. As the families get to the extreme ends of the caste system, the families get smaller. The highest family in the red caste would be hue 0, and the highest family in the cyan caste would be hue 180. The highest families get three members. The low pink and blue end families get 15. Purple families can have anywhere from 10 - 20 members.

Seeing as romance is rather strange, each family is raised by one person. For lack of a better name, the person is named the caretaker of the family. The entire family is the same age except for the caretaker, which is older than the rest of them for guardian purposes. The birthing is a bit complicated as well.

You see, Chams only reproduce for survival purposes. Every Cham has the ability to reproduce, but usually to further a generation, the fittest and best Cham for reproduction is chosen out of the entire family. It's encouraged to find someone outside of a Cham's family to further the family's generation, and it's even more encouraged for them to be around your family's color.

Guardians of Chams are called caretakers. They're birthed exactly 13 turns before the family itself is, as a lonesome. The generation beforehand raises the caretaker until he or she is old enough to take care of the next generation of the family as a whole. When that family grows up, they produce a caretaker, and then a family 13 turns later, and then the process repeats. It's also probably worthy of note that caretakers do not become birthers.

Romance

Chams are asexual. They don't have any real lustful feelings toward either gender, and again, only reproduce to continue their families' generation and in itself, survive. There is however, a romance called kinship.

Two Chams form a kinship when they find a partner that both keeps them in balance, and they don't particularly want to beat the everliving shit out of. Generally, once the next generation of a family is born, the previous Chams who are still alive go off and form a kinship with someone, though it can happen early. Caste doesn't matter, here, since the new family in most cases has already been born, and the lives of the previous generation are rendered less significant.

Architecture

Chams tend to dwell in dense jungles. That isn't to say that they're primal, they've got just about as good structure as anyone else, but their buildings are rooted around their descent; the trees. Of course, architecture differs from empire to empire. Reds would be more wild and less orderly with their architecture, and cyans would be immaculate and clean. As stated before, their buildings are the color of the empire.

The outskirts of Cham cities aren't extremely draped in say, red or cyan. This is primarily why the Chams on the outskirts fade to the middle of the spectrum. They blend in with their surroundings, and if their surroundings aren't entirely one color, their bodies will shift to accomodate.

As for purples, architecture color doesn't matter. They're pretty much nomads or hang around in non-red and non-cyan cities, so once you're purple your color isn't going to change much.

Biology

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Chams are highly known for their spiny-like extrusions coming from their bones. These will simply be referred to as spines from here forth.

Cyan and red Cham spines tend to conjugate around their actual spine area. Blues and pinks, being the half purple people that they are, are sometimes likely to get a spine in a weird place. Like say, a shoulder, or a knee. Purples, however, are highly known for having odd spines. They literally can grow a spine wherever there is a bone present. That said, thats why purples are distiguishable from both reds and cyans. Spines are a telltale sign of if a Cham has changed their caste or not.

Speaking of changing castes, its not as easy as staying in one place for a while. Changing one's caste is incredibly gradual, and it could take a full year for say, a cyan to change to a red. This is because, to do this, a cyan would have to undergo changing throughout the entire spectrum. From blue, to purple, to pink, and then finally, to red. This means a Cham would undergo the horn growths of a blue, purple, and pink. It's going to be rather noticeable, unless of course, one would cut off one of their spines. It's always an option, if a bit desperate.

Scales are also present. Generally, they're less noticeable but grow around the top arm area, calve, ribcage, and sides of the neck. Powers are possible, but rare. Theres no bias toward the spectrum and powers, everyone has pretty much an equal chance of getting them. Stance on power depends on caste. Cyans arent gonna want a bunch of freaks with powers running around, so theyd be more likely to hide it. Reds however, already fend for themselves, so theyd be less likely to hide it. Nonetheless, powers are extremely rare.

Society

Reds are based on chaos. Therefore; they have no rules. Everyone is basically free to do what they want. What this results in, however, is that a lot of people get stabbed, theres a lot of violence and murder and the like, and they tend to be incredibly strength-based. A weak red is a dead red. Jobs on the red side are basically free-market. They do whatever the hell they need to for money, and specialization is their choice.

Cyans, however, are based on law. They have all the rules, especially the true cyans. The blues live on the outskirts of a city, so they generally aren't on as strict of a watch. This of course means that they're in more danger than cyans, but they're on a freer reign. Jobs are picked for them. Cyans make more money, blues make less.
Purples, of course, are nomads or have their own societies. Their habits depend on the people around them, if there are people around them at all. It differs.

Moving on~

That's really about it about your race. It's highly corrupted, based on caste, and incredibly biased. Onto you, since that was the focus here.

Your name is CHAMOMILE, your caretaker really liked tea, and you used to be blue. Infact, you looked like this.

Those days are over now. Something missing there in that last picture? Yeah, that's because for a while, you were purple. That kind of happens when you switch from blue to pink. You developed some kind of weirdass headspine, which you promptly cut right the fuck off. Nowadays, you wear hats. Because while you cut the ghastly spine off your head, the base of it still exists. They are bone growths, after all, and hard to get rid of. Of course, it's a good idea to hide the growth anyway, or you might not be accepted into the red empire.

The main reason you moved from blue to pink is that you simply couldn't stand being over the tyrannical rule of the true cyans. Sure, you were born into a blue family, but that doesn't particularly mean you agreed with the rules. You were always more of a vicious kind of person, you suppose. You were the odd one out of your family, all 15 of them. They were pretty much all nice, law-abiding people. They each had their own opinions and all, you just didn't feel attached to them. So you went your own way, and left the cyan empire. You went to the red empire.

It was different, hard to get used to. You didn't have a job, so you had to pickpocket what you could. This caused you to gain some skill in that particular department, as well as some survival aspects. For a while, you slept on the streets. It took a very, very long time. It was rewarding, however, when you finally did turn pink. You set yourself up a makeshift quarterblock in an abandoned shack, and now you earn your money by breaking into abandoned quarterblocks, finding and scavenging whatever you can from them, and then selling them back to the market.

From what you can't sell back to the market, you like to craft things. Urban sculpting if you will. Nothing says 'professional art' like a bust made out of a toilet bowl and some aluminum cans. Your quarterblock is decorated with these. It's also decorated with music boxes. You have an odd love for them, and it has carried itself through when you were blue, even. Though, they're more scarce in the red empire, since fine arts and crafts aren't really appreciated as much in a barbaric society.

To fight, you prefer to use crankKind. You know, the kinds on the sides of music boxes.

They're deadly weapons, you swear.

But anyhow, to wrap it up, your chamhandle is insincereSafecracker and youskeep your breathsat a whiSper incaSesanyone iS liStening

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And then an infodump, for those who don't feel like reading.

[privateTenderloin]

>Be the fishy fan race

Well, there's technically two of them, at least being referred to here.

>Be the scaly fishy fan race



You are now a Cosmoid, one of three races inhabiting the planet Ondou and one of two races collectively known as the Squelch. Cosmoids have scaly skin and fins on their face and extremeties. Males have an extra fin on top of their head and their gills are located where a human's eyebrows would be.

>Hmm... alright then, be the other fishy fan race?



You are now a Placoid, you are the other race that is, along with the Cosmoids, collectively known as the Squelch. Placoids have a small set of extra arms just above their waist and a large powerful tail used to assist them in swimming. Their gills are located on their neck and their sense of smell is extremely powerful.

>Be the horrid amalgamation



Hey! You take offense to that! While Cosmoids and Placoids can indeed interbreed and the offspring are both sterile and unable to learn magic or psionics they are not looked at as freaks or anything of the sort. They are actually just as accepted as anyone else.

>Alright then, tell us about the Squelch

Well then, where to start? Castes? Well as it turns out, there aren't really castes for Squelch, positions of power are attained through your accomplishments, not by any sort of birth right attained through scale color or blood color. That would just be silly! All your blood is green anyway.

>Well then, how does that work exactly?

Alright so, the gist of it is, once a Squelch reaches a certain age they choose a guild pertaining to what they want to be when they grow up. Then they, along with other Squelch their age, are assigned a mentor and form a School. This is the closest thing to a family in your society. Once you've proven yourself worthy you become a full fledged member of the guild and can then ascend the ranks based on your accomplishments. Which brings us to our next point.

Honor. Honor is a huge deal in Squelch society. Honor, in this case, being more like prestige. For example, honor for a member of the warrior's guild would be combat prowess, whereas honor for a member of the artist's guild would be having good artistic ability. Therefore, your social status is determined by your accomplishments.

Though, this means that being dishonored is the worst thing for a Squelch and can even go so far as to get them exiled to the surface of Ondou.

>What about the government?

There is a royal family that rules as the head of the council of guild masters, with the guild of the current head of the royal family being the high guild. Though most matters are handled by the council the royal family's word trumps any decisions from the council. Though, if a ruler is becoming too tyrannical there is a system in place where one may challenge the ruler for the right to rule and becoming the new royal family. This has only ever been used twice in known history.



>Enough of this boring shit, what about romance?

Romance in Squelch society is pretty simple really. It is the same as human romance, with the one exception that it's socially acceptable to have a mate with each race you're capable of breeding with. Cosmoplacoids, the sterile offspring of Cosmoids and Placoids, still pursue romantic relationships, but they, of course, do not produce any offspring.

>Reproduction you say?

Yes. Reproduction. Squelch reproduce the same way as fish. Females lay eggs and Males extrude genetic material onto them, fertilizing them. This, however, is only done once every hundred solar cycles or so. Though this process is rather impersonal Squelch can still get intimate, it just won't produce any offspring.

> Wait, wait, one hundred solar cycles?

Yes, a solar cycle being roughly equivalent to a year on earth. The Squelch live, on average, for almost one thousand solar cycles, naturally anyway. They mature quickly over the first twenty or so, then their bodies age at a much slower rate.

>Oh... where do you live then?

Squelch are, technically amphibious but prefer to stay in the water. Their buildings are comprised mostly of coral and are designed by members of the architect's guild and range from simple house-like structures to vast and complicated castles. Upon reaching their fifteenth hatching day every Squelch is assigned their own home. Until then they live in the nurseries of the caretaker's guild.

>Interesting... what about technology? Got any lasers?

Not quite. With the technology guild being the youngest guild the Squelch are only slightly more advanced then human society. So, no lasers, sorry.

>No lasers? What about powers?

Oh yeah, you have those, though only psionicists and mages pursue them in any depth. Both races are equally gifted psionically and magically but the crossbreeds are not due to the incompatible energies of the parents.

>Anything else?

Just a few random details of note.

Squelch have both a spoken language and a visual language based on bubbles similar to Morse code.

While only about ten percent of Ondou is above the surface of the ocean, Ondou itself is a massive planet so it still has roughly the same amount of dry land as earth. It also has a lot more gravity but that doesn't really effect you.

Squelch are named after hatching but before being taken to the nurseries. Their names start with the first letter of the father's name and end with the first letter of the mother's name. Names are capitalized at the beginning and the end in the Squelch language.

>That it?

Yeah pretty much, there's obviously more but nothing that needs to be covered right here or now.

Bases and whatnot.

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[leonicReaper]

All these fanaliens are awesome, by the way.

[ch00_bakka]

Hardrock Axolotlface VIII, the Apostle of Worcestershire Sauce in the Land of Nutella and Bricks and Laser Light Shows with a dreamself on the moon of Earth and an animated rainbow gradient coat that spins around if that's what makes you happy.

Now I have to make that... The apostle of worchestershire sauce is just too good of a name to pass up... And the land of Nutella and Bricks and Laser Light Shows... Lonaballs? Oh dear.

[Lazer Ilitenter]

>Be the failure of a carpenter
You cannot be the failure of a carpenter because he doesn't exist here. Try re-entering the time coordinates
>July 29, 1977
Ah, there he is.
>Be the stupid hard to find failure of a carpenter
...Who said that?



Your name is GLEN HARPER and you're not of this age.

You were born in 1962 in Long Beach, California. You grew up only a few miles away from the epicenter of Hollywood's silver age. As such, you naturally developed an intrest in CARPENTRY and WOODWORKING. Naturally. Okay, okay, yes, you also like TV and movies, but not as much as people like to expect with you. It's just TV and movies, you don't get why everyone who lives around you is expected to like them so much. I mean, if you got the chance you'd like to build sets for movies and TV, since those are usually exotic and make you put some thought into them, but everyone expects you to want to be a huge star.

One of your other favorite activities is using and working with CB Radios. CB Radios are fucking awesome. It's like you can talk to anyone ANYWHERE with them sort of. You have a huge CB radio in your room you bought with your allowance money that you sometimes use to chat with passing motorists.

You live next door to your friends NIC, MARC, and CHRIS COPPOLA. Yes, that Coppola. It's pretty neat, they've been incredibly well off since their uncle released The Godfather so they always have plenty of stuff to do. You haven't seen them in a few months, though, so recently you've just been trying to stave off boredom any way possible. Sometimes you'll do this by heading over to the local PIZZA PARLOR and playing STARHAWK. Sometimes you wish STARHAWK was real. It may as well be, though! The graphics are ASTOUNDING!

You try to stay friendly to people and don't let a lot get you down. However, you can be incredibly PETTY at times, and have been known to accuse someone of being a COMMUNIST or a RUSSIAN SPY at the drop of a hat. You tend to get upset when people mention things like the Vietnam war, seeing as how your dad was killed in that back in '72. Usually you try to be really COURAGEOUS, but you're very easily SPOOKED. Anything as much as a car alarm going off in your vicinity tends to make you wig out.

If for some reason you had a incipientArtisan and uh I don't know you'd just type, you don't know why you need a quirk.

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Name: Glen Harper
Age: 15 (In 1977, would be 49 now)
Chumhandle: incipientArtisan
Text color: Goldenrod
Quirk: Doesn't really have one, but will sometimes start experimenting with the keyboard and throw stuff in
Strife Specubus: Nailgunkind
Fetch Modus: Reel modus, a predecessor to modern programmable moduses, takes up to three minutes to load most items out of the specubus
Title: Count of Law
Land: Land of Lines and Sky
Dreamer: Prospit

[nonstopSmiles]

Your name is KEITH WILLIAMS and you are 17 years old. You are a bit OPTIMISTIC. Ok you're really optimistic but its not like you care, looking on the bright side of things makes life more fun. Aside from your optimism you are also quite CONFIDENT in most things you do. This makes you a good LEADER although your friends may not seem to think so. On the other hand, you couldn't be more of a COWARD. You hope your confidence overshadows this aspect of you.

Your interests include playing VIDEO GAMES with your best friend Alex. She tend to kick your butt at most games, ZOMBIE GAMES however are more your forte. Speaking of zombies you are a big fan of APOCALYPSE MOVIES, in fact, one could say you've seen all of them. HACKING is your true calling, even if you've never done anything that would contribute to real life. Just simple things like cheat codes for various video games, nothing to big to put you on the radar.

You live with your mother, she happens to be a clean freak which has left you equipping BROOMKIND to your strife specibus. You also like to use Pacfetchmodus because it is sort of fun.

Your chumhandle is apocalypticGenius and you find it fun to talk to others on pesterchum

[privateTenderloin]

>Be one of the land dwelling races from the planet Ondou (Yeah I made two, so sue me)


You are now a floroid, a sentient species fo plant people who dwell on the land masses of Ondou. You have green or brown skin and leaves or petals make up what other species would call hair.

>Alright then, tell us about your society then.

Well, as far as society goes, there isn't much to say. You're a peaceful race, not many cares in the world. After budding and growing legs you tend to just wander about until you're adopted by a caretaker from the previous generation of Floroid. Once adopted you're raised and taught the ways of the nomad until your 20th solar cycle on Ondou, after which you travel on your own once more until you adopt a child of your own.

>I see, no formal government then?

Nope, being a purely nomadic race you don't have much in the ways of governemtn save for a few small colonies and towns. You also don't have much in the way of a military either which means it wouldn't be that difficult for any of the neighbouring races to defeat you, but since you stay out of the way and are on land, it's not much of a deal for you.

>No governemt? What about religion then?

Some floroids believe in a paradise garden that awaits them once they wilt away, but this is not really a religion, more of a folk tale. A small belief. Floroids don't tend to have much at all in the ways of organizations. Official or religious.

>Alright then, tell us about love.

Since Floroids only ever reproduce once in their entire life love is sort of a big deal. When a floroid chooses a mate they often become lifelong partners with them, often only parting after one of them has died.

>Reproduction you say?

Don't get any funny ideas now. Floroid reproduction is pretty simple. First, they only need any other living being to do it, they can be of another species, sentient, non-sentient, long as they have DNA. After an exchange of genetic material through the Floroid's mouth a number of flowers sprout from their body and proceed to release a large amount of pollen which eventually buds into a newborn Floroid.

>Oh, how long do you live then?

On average a floroid will live for about one hundred solar cycles. Nothing crazy like the other races on your planet.

>Any powers?

Other then some minor control over plants no.

>How's that tech? Not very good I'd assume.

You would assume correctly, in fact, most technology used by the Floroids was developed by other races, technology isn't very important to a race of sentient plants.

>So, if you're plants, how do you eat?

Same as anyone else of course! Dig your feet into the dirt and lay in the sun. Nothing like some delicious delicious sunlight, am I right?

>Where do you live then?

Floroids often migrate from place to place, being nomadic, but they do keep dwellings, often carved into trees. These dwellings are often supplied power from a near shore Squelch colony in exchange for crops or other things that can only be obtained on land. All in all Floroid colonies are small and not often used, but they do exist.

>So you get along with people?

Yeah pretty much, being non-warring plants nomads tends to lead to not having many enemies. That isn't saying that all Floroids are peace-loving, but as a whole they aren't particularly violent. So yeah, you tend to get along with everyone.

>That it?

Yeah pretty much, all that needs to be covered here's been covered.

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[Quiskiver]

((all these fanaliens are so awesome. *Jumping aboard the bandwagon here*))

Be the living lava lamps



Be the fanalien race

You are now an INCADESCIAN, a very odd race of living energy beings.

Society

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There is no political goverment to say. It's every Incadescian for themselves. Some groups band together and try to form a sort of hierarchy, but the plan usually crumbles within a few years time. There simply cannot be a ruler or president or whatever the term is for this species. They've been alone and isolated for so long, it's almost as if joining together would destroy the planet. So, the peace is kept by simply not having any. Violence is a major part in the average Incadescian's life cycle, and this is the only proof of rank. As an Incadescian, if you were to kill another, a MARK appears on you as you absorb the defeated enemy and make their energy yours. Some legends tell of ancient Incadescians who have their entire bodies covered in marks, and are brimming with the power of countless thousands absorbed into them.

There are few 'jobs' Incadescians take upon themselves. Such occupations include only three: Caretaker for younger Incadescians(known as GLOBULES), Warrior, or Scavenger. The warriors go about fighting for their own purposes or to protect those who hire them, and scavengers search the planet and nearby moons for supplies.

Planet

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The world known as HEGLOVIA is basically a sun. An extremely hot one at that. Any other sentient species who try to come near it would usually burn up before even touching the atmosphere, which is mostly carbon and other extremely flammable gases. Incadescians do occasionally leave the planet, for one of their nearby three MOONS, which are resiliant to the sun they revolve around.

Biology

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The average Incadescian is literally a walking body of plasma-based energy with a fully functioning brain, nervous system, and everything a body needs to stay alive. As long as they stay near a heat source of some kind, an Incadescian can thrive for thousands of years. They only pass away if they grow bored of life, are absorbed by another of their species, or enter an area that's too hostile for them, such as a cold world.

Features of the Incadescian include a constantly shifting body of energy that they can manipulate, differently colored bodies ranging through the whole spectrum, and usually two mouths. One mouth is for conversing, while the other is for devouring anothers energy source.

The genders of Incadescians are chosen by the individual once they reach the age of [/B]13[/B]. Until then, the pubescant globule has no gender to say so. Once they reach the age, they can choose to be male or female. Males tend to be lighter and smaller, around 3-4 feet in height, but have more energy sparking from them, so are either caretakers or scavengers. Females are taller, ranging from 7-10 feet in height, and usually work best as warriors.

Romance and Reproduction

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Once two Incadescians, regardless of gender, have chosen each other, they are mated for life. The mating ritual involves one of the possible Incadescians walking up to their mate of choice, and shifting their body into multiple shapes and colors. If their display impresses the said possible mate, they retreat into seclusion, and MELD with one another, fusing their bodies into one. Once the chemical process is complete, the two separate, leaving a tiny globule created to grow and change into an adult Incadescian.

Wait, who are you again? We lost track. Oh yeah, your name is GLASGLOWSEPH, and yes, Incadescian names tend to be very punny. But, you just prefer to be called GLOWSEPH. In human years, you would be around 13, and you've chosen to be MALE. Even at such a tender age, you've already slain and absorbed 6 ENEMIES.

You one day wish to become a LEAD SCAVENGER and set off on an adventure off your planet and into the unknown stars, possibly to meet other beings. Hopefully your ecstatic personality and tendency to melt stuff doesn't hurt them.

If you needed to be contacted on Pesterchum or even Trollian or whatever, you would be orangisticTraveller, und yu dont know how tu spell vury welll.

[Katrika]

Your name is MELLERI FRITH, and you’re rather worn out from chasing after all those youngsters! See, you’re a caretaker for a family of 12 young purples, and while you care for all of them, they have the tendancy to get into trouble. And then you bail them out, during which one of the others is getting into trouble. Geez, you’ll be glad when they grow up!

It’s better then having them dead, though. You know that all too well. You’ve already lost 5 of your kids, and you’re not planning to lose any more. You’ve settled down in an old growth forest, a nice change from the wandering days of your youth, and you’ve build your house in a tree. It’s surprising how many look everywhere but up, and it’s saved your collective tails more then once!

In the rare instances that you’re not having to ensure your kids aren’t dead, you like to carve wood. You like to think you’re pretty good at it, and when your red life partner stops by, he brings medicine and other supplies to trade for your carvings. You used to go to the city yourself, but it was dangerous, and you almost got killed more times then you can count.

You also trade with passing nomadic purple families, and like to catch up on the gossip from them. There’s not a lot that makes you mad, but stories of purples who switch castes never fail to make your blood boil. Sure, purples are looked down on by both reds and blues, but by god, you’re proud of your caste! You couldn’t imagine betraying your family and your caste in such a way, and none of your kids are ever going to do that.

You wear your long hair up in several braids, and dress practically in a green shirt, camoflague jacket, and muddy brown pants and boots (which you often streak with grass stains to blend in better). You’re more muscled then is conventionally attractive, and having your nose broken multiple times doesn’t help your plain face any.

Your chumhandle is carewornCaregiver.

[scintillatingMoniker]

> Be one member of the hivemind freaky guys.



Why is there a picture of one of you here.

Your name is... well, you don't have one, because that would be an individual thing. You have about 230 members, and you are one of the smallest collectives on your homeworld- which means that you got saddled with the task ot researching alien species.

Everyone else considers it a really horrible subject because of how weird and creepy solothinkers are- But you're way too curious to care. Some of them are pretty nice, actually. From them you've learned all about manners and lying, (though you're not too good at it apparantly) as well as friendship based on emotional connections rather than similar ideals.

Problem is, you're only 230 members strong, and that isn't very many for a collective- plus you've spent so much time messing around with your new friends that you really don't have a proper report on them yet. You're pretty sure that when the time comes to report in, you are going to loose your members, and then you might not make it another cycle.

Your communicationHonorific is wholeEnsemble and you often notIce certaIn words wHEn YOU type

[Katrika]

>Be the disabled mapmaker



Your name is ChartI and you’re a full member of the Cartographer’s Guild. It’s not just about the maps for you, although maps are wonderful and amazing. It’s not even about showing off your skill and getting honor (although, admittedly, you quite like showing off your skills and getting honor). No, for you, it’s all about exploring uncharted territories, and finally being able to ink them in and pin them down. There’s really no better feeling!

Of course, in your 203 solar cycles of life you’ve learned that sadly, quite a lot of the underwater territories remain firmly charted. Of course, there are still underwater cartography expeditions, but the guild now has it’s sights set on that final frontier… LAND!

When you were a young lass of about 197 or so, you volunteered to join the first official land expedition. Oh, you were the most junior one there, but you were so exited! It was going to be a great, glorious adventure! You soon discovered that some adventures end with the only survivor making a mad dash toward water, map clutched desparately in their one remaining big hand, splattered with the blood of the dead and screaming at yourself to RUN, CHARTI, RUN, IT’S JUST A FEW MORE FEET, YOU CAN MAKE IT, YOU CAN-

Let’s just say that honor boost or no honor boost, you sometimes wake up screaming.

After that disaster, some of the guild wanted to abandon the idea of mapping the land, at least for the meantime, but you convinced them. You’re going to learn enough magic to actually be prepared this time, and you’re going to get a replacement arm, and by god, you’re going to lead an expedition up there and you’re ALL going to make it this time!

You’ll have magic on your side.

Your aqualias is unchartedAssurance and you o> shine a light into the darkness <o.

[ch00_bakka]

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This is NOT SERIOUS. It is an abomination unto mankind.

>Be the abomination

=O=kay, man. That was s=O= uncalled f=O=r.

>Fine. Be this guy. With the cool coat.

Your name is Hardrock Axolotlface VIII, and you can breathe underwater. You are the last prince of Atlantis, and now live a peaceful existence in your family mansion there. You inherited this coat from your father, King Hardrock Axolotlface VII, and possess its time-traveling powers. Your interests include time travel, space travel (in your Atlantean pyramid-rocket), and collecting historical figure clones. Your dreamself, which lives on the moon of earth, has been awake since you were very young, and you can see visions of the future and the past with extreme accuracy. When you enter the Medium, your planet will be the Land of Nutella and Bricks and Laser Light Shows, and your consorts will be minotaurs. The Denizen of that land is the Kraken, who was your pet. Not a problem. You also have EXTREME PSYCHIC POWERS, and can command anything. Your title will be the Acolyte of Worchestershire Sauce, and you will hit god tier immediately upon entering the medium. Your sprite will be prototyped with a First Guardian bobblehead, and your butler, so all the monsters and both of the Kings and Queens will be extremely powerful and very loyal to you.

Your chumhandle is crazyAwesomeDude (CAD), and Y=O=u call attenti=O=n t=O= y=O=ur gills when y=O=u type.

[Naevius]

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Due to a series of shenanigans in which Cevaztyen, the original creator of this character left the Dooftrapped RP, I took on the character myself. However, in doing so, I also changed the characterization and sprite a bit as I gradually made the character my own. So, I decided to create a new profile to fit the character's somewhat different direction. I've got permission from Cevaztyen to post this here.

Name: Blubbering Goddamn Pansy Page Caldwell
Age: 14
Title: Page of Frost
Land: The Land of Cold and Warmth
Moon: Derse.

Your name is PAGE CALDWELL. You don't remember a time when you had a MOTHER or WARM, COZY HOME. Your ADOPTED HOBO FATHER has taken care of you since you can remember on the streets of DUBLIN, IRELAND. Though it's hard on him to feed yet another mouth given his strained financial situation--he largely makes money by doing a variety of odd jobs--he's done his best to keep you safe. The rather poor diet such a lifestyle brings, however, has STUNTED YOUR GROWTH A BIT. You remain shorter than other girls your age and quite skinny. Not to mention your curly hair is an absolute mess, as you rarely have the means to keep the thick mess in shape.

While your DAD is out working, you tend to spend your time in the NEARBY PUBLIC LIBRARY. You have practically grown up in this library, and the stories it contains have been your escape from the real world, with its nagging hunger pangs, dirty city streets, and the cold outside (you cannot STAND the cold). You are QUITE THE BOOKWORM with a NEAR-PHOTOGRAPHIC MEMORY. You also use the library's computers and internet connection, sometimes to talk to people, and have made some good friends over the internet--in particular one like a big-sister to you that you try to emulate--almost to the point of hero worship--and one like a brother to you.

Personality-wise, you are incredibly SHY AND INTROVERTED, with a lot of self-esteem problems. You don't feel like you deserve it when anyone goes out of their way to help you. You're really KIND OF A BLUBBERING GOD DAMN PANSY and completely bereft of confidence in yourself. Yet you still have a soft TOUCH OF IRON in you that, while hard to see sometimes, is nevertheless evident to those who pay attention. After all, you'll often try to help people no matter how SCARED AND SHY you might be about it. You also have an ENDEARINGLY SWEET HEART and are never shy with complimenting others or seeing the good in them. You have an UNCANNY ABILITY TO READ FACES, partly due to natural talent and partly due to training. After all, some days you would have to beg for your food, and it helped such things to be able to read the faces of those around you.

Your strife specibus is PAPRCLIPKIND, though you also gain STICKKIND later. Your modus is the DEWEY DECIMAL MODUS. When you enter Sburb, you shall be the PAGE OF FROST in the LAND OF COLD AND WARMTH.

Your chumhandle is unsettledBookworm and you tend to end your sentences with phrases of uncertainty, kinda.

[Katrika]

> Be the cannibal mantises from outer space.

You've never heard of a mantis! You're a Todea, of course.

Overview: The Todea are a insectoid race on the planet Tidan. Greatly resembling mantises, they have two legs, two long, spiked forearms, and a pair of smaller arms with fingers and thumbs in between the two. Their coloration varies depending on their tribe, and they like to wear jewelery.

Tribal Structure: Each Todea tribe is centered around a Queen, the only fertile female in the tribe. Males stay near the queen in a ‘harem’, and often pursue intellectual goals. A good percent of the males are writers, musicians, or research scientists. They also have the job of raising the young from each brood, or nymphs, and youngsters stay in the central tribal area with the males and the Queen. Adult females are more hands on workers, spreading out around the core of the hive. As the Todea tech level is near human level, each tribe tends to have their own city underground.

Religion: Todea society is highly religious, devoted to the worship of the Goddess Ta. It’s considered highly honorable to go into the priesthood, which is open to both males and females. The religious leader of each tribe is, of course, the Queen. It’s claimed that the Queens have special prophetic ablities…and that might not be far from the truth. Before a Queen dies, she lays a special golden egg, out of which will hatch the next Queen. This happens even if the Queen is to die an accidental death, or will be murdered. The Todea haven’t researched this phenomena much, attributing it to the blessing of Ta.

Cannibalism: The Todea ritually eat their dead, believing that by returning to the tribe in such a way, the dead person’s soul is set free to go to the next world. The dead are not eaten merely for sustinance, but in a solemn ceremony. A vital part of intertribal diplomacy is an exchange of the dead. Eating another tribe’s dead is considered a binding oath not to harm members of that tribe, and is not to be taken lightly. Todea convicted of treason are not eaten post-execution, but burned, and the ashes are scattered. This is the worst punishment Todea society can offer.

Fighting: Todea fight with their forearms. Traditionally, metal shells shapes to the forearms are worn, and they fight in a kind of lightning fast martial arts. With the advent of firearms, this form of fighting is becoming increasingly uncommon.

Diplomacy: Aside from the ritual eating of the dead, there's another very important component to Todea diplomacy...breeding. For this reason, Todea diplomats are overwhelmingly male, and are often sent on diplomatic missions to allied tribes in order to prevent inbreeding. While most Todea are aromantic, Queens and males are able to feel sexual desire. When a Queen feels the urge to mate, she'll secrete pheromones that incite that in her harem. If not chosen to mate with the Queen, the males will leave the palace to escape the range of the pheromones.

Family: To a Todea, all their tribemates are family. If a Todea sees a tribemate in need, they are expected to go out of their way to help them, regardless of if they've met before this. They're also very social, and if deprived of their tribe, will form a replacement 'tribe' consisting of the people around them.

Coloration: Todea come in a range of colors. They're always the same color as the Queen that laid them, and as such the color of their tribemates, but Todea hatched from 'diplomatic missions' have spots the color of their sire's carapace. This can lead to some eye-searing combinations.

Names: All Todea have names starting in T and ending in A, to honor the goddess Ta.

Lifespan: Todea live for around 50 solar circulations, although Queens can live for over three times that.

Other notes:
Todea do, indeed, molt.

[Flamerider64]

> Be the gothic Touren

What is this "Gothic"?



Eventually the humans point you out. Honestly, you just use a lot of black body paint for your own reasons, it's no trend you know of.

You are just LUWAE KRUMYA, a member of the family whose ancestors discovered KRUMANITE, a tough black metal. You live in the bush layer of the forest, as you are the daughter of a MINING FAMILY; and if you were paying attention, miners get a lot of work, and tend to find themselves better off either because of the money they earn or because they end up using it for their own purposes, then getting a lot of money. Your species isn't really a very economy driven lot, but as far as your family is concerned, EVEAMINS CAN BUY HAPPINESS, an Evamin being a unit of currency. Though realistically, you either live on money or you don't.

So because you live a background of mining, you'd probably have a mining pick as a weapon. Not on your life, you've got something better, something so good you didn't even know what it was until your specibi named it for you. You affectionately call it your BLADED HUNTING TONFA, thus giving you TonfaKind. For those who don't know, your ordinary tonfa is a piece of wood parralel to your forearm as you hold it by the grip, yours has a stabby blade attatched, pointing away from your arm. You also have a secondary tonfa which is at the same time a MAKESHIFT PICKAXE, just incase you ever have to get on the mineral farming wagon.

Sometimes you LIKE TO VISIT THE CANOPY just to see the people. Sometimes you think fellow Touren freak a bit when they see you, because you're just that ironically radiant, clearly; you can't help but retain your oh so over the top look going anywhere. You fancy yourself a BODY PAINTING WIZARD, or witch if you want to get technical with gender terminology; doesn't look like it from what you can see on your own body, but you've been DOING IT ON OTHER TOUREN for ages, with their consent of course, natural touren manners.

It is A BIT DARK down where you live, it is at the bottom layer of the rainforest where all the leaves cover the sunlight. Thankfully, your SPARKLING LIGHT PET: "JUBILOLO", serves as a nice portable lantern, always curious to see what you're doing. Your Mother and Father work on the mines together, and right now you just do oddjobs for them while they're out there. You are 19 RYKAN I LUSARRS old, well... 13 Earth years; Lusarrs is a bit of a dated term, and you like to keep things informal by referring to a lusarr as just a year, as denoted in the English language.

Your T-Label is darkestYaneflower and some stuff, you structure; differently.

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Other Information:
Colour Hex Code: #CC22AC
Modus: Sketch Key, when putting away an item, you must draw something to accompany it. When fetching it, you must re-sketch it for the item you want at least to the important points to get it again.
Symbol: Some sort of like-but-not-quite question mark face. . Except the question mark is square cornered and lacks a dot.
- sHerB details -
Title: Sylph of Light
Planet: Land of Silver and Ink
Moon: Prospit

[Blank]

>Be the fanrace with tightnit families of identical twins

You are now a CANNIKIN, a race of aquatic origin distinguished by the LAMPSHADES hanging on your heads instead of hair. Sorry, lampshades? You meant your tentacle lined MANTLES, which are as much a part of your body as your hands or mouth are. Your mantle's distinctive shape and your entire physical appearance is shared by all 151 GENETIC DUPLICATES of you that you collectively call a Swarm.

Oh, and your name is JAR TURRITOP. Your second name is another thing you share with your Swarm

So, are you all clones? Close. Better start by explaining your species lifecycles. If you get lost there's a handy vocabulary near the bottom. Never let it be said that Cannikin are poor hosts.

Biology

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You started life by being asexually budded off your paternal POLYP, along with your fellow BLOOMERS. A newly budded Cannikin is called a MEDUA and you spent your first 30 tides (5 earth years) swimming in one of your swarm's UNDERWATER CORRALS. Then you underwent a transformation into a YOUNGLING resembling the small adult you look like today.

Cannikin don't usually die of old age. Instead, assuming they don't get killed by any other means, they TRANSDIFFERENTIATE into a Polyp to start the lifecycle again. The process is quite mysterious since Polyps are unable to communicate at all. This it is a big source of ANXIETY for Cannikin approaching this stage in their life, which usually happens when they are between 180 and 240 tides old.

What this means for you though is that since a Paternal Polyp shares all its DNA with its Medua who will go on to become more Polyps, your Swarm effectively consists of over a hundred IDENTICAL TWINS at different stages of their lives. Your species is very vulnerable to genetic disease as a result.

While we're on biology, your main diet consists of ARTHROPODS and PLANTS which you eat through your BALEEN BRISTLES you have instead of teeth. You can't eat anything larger without it being heavily processed. You can live on land but prefer sea, especially just bellow the surface where it is warm.

But how do new swarms start? Well there's another lifecycle where two adult Cannikin from different swarms get together to make a LARVA which will become the first Polyp of an entirely new swarm. But this doesn't happen very often in these civilised times...

Homeworld

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You see, your homeworld of CANNIA is getting OVERCROWDED. Most of the luscious GREEN SEAS are already owned by the older and richer swarms and covered by kelp and krill farms. Younger swarms only own their budding corrals by the coast and must make do on the land, with its PURPLE vegetation, or work for older swarms. This is why your species has gone beyond the GREEN SKY and started to explore space to find another planet that will support you in large numbers.

Romance

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When two individuals start a new swarm by themselves, it is considered the hight of IRRESPONSIBILITY. Who will provide new budding waters for the Swarm? More importantly the illicit couple, known as an ERODYAD, have gone behind their Swarm's back and are often branded and disowned by their Swarms.

The proper way to found a new Swarm is an elaborate ritual known as a Poseship where two entire Swarms court each other until they are collectively satisfied that they will make a good match. This can last for a generation, during which members are encouraged to form Sowpairs with each other and their young are raised together.

A Sowpair is another romantic pairing, and by far the most common. It is an agreement between two close Cannikin to become the GUARDIAN of the other's Medua Bloom after they Transdifferentiation. It is socially permitted to have up to two Sowpairs at once.

Your swarm is in a Poseship with an older Swarm right now. Your Guardian says it will bring much prestige to your own Swarm. In fact, you have formed a Sowpair with a member of the other Swarm. Her name is Jil Anabiden. Transdifferentiation is a long way off for both of you and you're too young to be thinking about raising a Bloom of Medua. But you really enjoy hanging out with her and don't believe anything could tear you two apart.

Society

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But how do you tell her apart from all her other identical Swarm mates?

First, there's her age, obviously. Second, most Cannikin wear a SYMBOL that often take the form of geometric shapes. Thirdly, even though Swarm mates are exactly the same after being budded they grow up slightly differently, dress differently and have different interests.

For example you, like most of your Swarm, like reading CRIME NOVELS, WINDSURFING, and will work as BUREAUCRAT when older. However you only COLLECT ARTHROPODS to fit in with your Swarm. You find the cases of pinned bugs and crustaceans disturbing; they're supposed to be eaten, not looked at. You would much rather be doing STREET DANCE, which is something you share with your Sowpair.

You can't be too different though. Being OUTLANDISH is a sign of an unstable Swarm which can lead to bloody civil wars until THERE IS ONLY ONE Cannikin left in the Swarm. The law favours COLLECTIVE PUNISHMENT and Swarms are expected to be responsible for the actions of their individuals and thus govern themselves. There is a lot of pressure to conform with your Bloom and live up to the examples of your elders.

A Cannikin is a representative of his swarm at all times as well as an individual.

Powers and Mutations

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Though wouldn't it be cool if you were SUPERPOWERED MUTANT? Then you could do your own thing and nobody, especially your Swarm, could tell you what to do.

Your species has NO superpowers WHAT SO EVER, not even the mutants. You find the idea absurd, psychic powers are as FAKEY FAKE as magic and fairies. And those mutants? If they're not hidden away by their Swarm as a DIRTY LITTLE SECRET, then they're branded and disowned just like a Erodyad.

Come to think about it, you're generally softer than the average human (which you have never heard of by the way). What your species does have going for it is NUMBERS. In times of stress the Polyps can bud at a remarkably fast rate adding an ACCELERATED GROWTH hormone to the new Medua. In fact, current budding rates are currently kept artificially low due to the aforementioned overpopulation problem.

Religion

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The Polyps can't communicate themselves of course and are a source of much mystery and the main subject of religion. Much is written about the SPIRITUAL JOURNEY from Adult to Polyp. It is customary to worship your predecessor Polyps, as well as those who were LEGENDARY FIGURES while adults. Some Cannikin leave gifts for them and ask them for guidance, which naturally goes unanswered. Creation myths deal with the FIRST POLYP which was spontaneously created perfect, from which all modern Swarms DESCEND.

But that's all a bit insubstantial for you. You have just turned 78 Tides and you prefer to stay focused on the things you can see in front of you. Right now you see you are in your room in the BUBBLE APARTMENTS your Swarm rents in Cannikin Town just bellow the ocean surface.

As well as objects related to your PREVIOUSLY DISCUSSED interests (and one pretend interest), there is also a large pile of paper work. You can't wait to get that sorted and filed. Others consider your swarm obsessive and snotty but that's what makes you such great BUREAUCRATS. You find your fellow Swarm mates tiresome to talk to though outside of your SHARED INTERESTS.

You're going to put on some DANCE music and STAMP every single one of those forms. Once that's out of the way you have the rest of the day to take your Sowpair windsurfing with your fellow Bloomers.

Your Canlabel is shindigFunctionary and []Δ like you make sure to stamp what you say like because of the RED TAPE you know? []Δ

Vocabulary

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Tide: 2 months. Largest unit of time.
Medua: newly budded Cannikin. Equivalent of Baby
Paternal/Maternal Polyp. The Polyp a Cannikin budded off from.
Swarm: A group of Cannikin that are genetically identical. Equivalent of Family
Bloom: A group of Cannikin budded off at the same time. Equivalent of Litter
Boomer: A Cannikin that shares a paternal polyp. Equivalent of Sibling.
Sowpairs: A romantic couple where one partner has agreed to take care of the others bloom when they transdifferentiate into a Polyp.
Erodyad: An illicit tryst where two Cannikin create a new swarm on their own
Poseship: When two swarms begin courting each other with the intention to create a new swarm.
Canlabel: Chumhandle/trolltag
Transdifferentiation: An adult turning into a polyp. The natural end of a Cannikin.

Base Sheet

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Tl;dr

Species based on jellyfish that have large families of genetically identical twins. Large social pressure to conform.

[Katrika]

>Be the dying Floroid



Your name is LOTUS, but everyone calls you BURL. It’s all the fault of your damn caretaker. Oh, she claimed it’s ‘not a bad thing’, but you know the truth. She stuck it on you in a moment of frusteration and liked it so much she kept it. You sure showed her! You embraced it, and now won’t answer to Lotus at all. Heh…that bitch.

Luckily, you don’t need to stick around her anymore. You’re 22 cycles old, and have been free of the harpy for 2 whole cycles! Nobody to tell you to be polite, or not to touch things, or not to stuck that in your mouth…it’s heaven. Or, at least, it would be, if it weren’t for the strangler fig parasite growing out of your right arm. A week afer she left you, you touched some weird flowers you saw, and the next thing you knew, the slow takeover had started.

…maybe she had a point about not touching things.

Whatever, no use crying over spilled water. It’s not like you’re dying, right? Wrong! Oh, sure, you’re alive now, but it’s not much of a life. You can’t even move the arm, and it’s bound tightly to your chest. You have trouble breathing if you overwork yourself due to the tight deathgrip of the fig on your chest. The vines have started to wrap around your left leg, and you can now only move it in a kind of dragging limp. You need a walking stick to even walk, and you have to root yourself twice as long as you normally would or risk dying of malnutrition. The fig steals most of your energy through microroots burrowing into you, see, and you’re always so very tired.

If that wasn’t bad enough, nobody you’ve talked to knows of a cure, and the few who’ve even heard of the parasite told you stories of how much worse it’s going to get from here on out. Really, the best thing for you to do would be to lay down and die, right? Right?

Yeah, fuck that noise. You’re not giving up so damn easy. Maybe you’re a sullen brat. Maybe your caretaker was right about you. But you want to live, and if you’ve got even the slightest chance of a cure, you’re going to follow it relentlessly. An amphibious floroid named Wrack told you about a Squelch city in some far off cove, and that’s where you’re headed. Apparently they maintain an outpost on land for trading purposes, so you’ll be sure to talk to them. They’ve got all this great technology, right? If anyone can help you, it’s them! It’s a long way off, but you’re willing to walk…

Your flabel is unwantedGrowth, and was originally a tongue-in-cheek reference to your nickname. It’s a lot more fitting now…

[dragonLuminary]

> Be the blue tool



Your name is LALZULI ZULU and most often your siblings sing your name in a very taunting manner to entertain themselves during break time. You do not appreciate your ten siblings doing such thing as it waste time during work periods and it keeps you awake during sleep periods. You resent your caretaker naming you such, but she did it to ensure you would never get the thought of switching to the purple caste. Such a blue name could never be accepted anywhere outside of the CYAN EMPIRE.

You don't have much time for frivolous activities so instead you take great joy from your job of CORPSE INCINERATOR, you spend your work hours shoving the corpses of wily Red castes and Purple castes who got too confidant when treading near Cyan Empire territory into the great incinerators that keep all of the blue cham's house blocks warm.

You were given such a glorified job because it requires very little interaction with other Chams that happen to be alive, this way nobody has to see your hidious bone growths that are poking out of your elbows and you don't have to waste valuable time trimming your bone growth.

You don't have a chamhandle because your social interaction period is to short to do anything in, but if you did your chamhandle would most likely be corpseGardener "anduh u tend too tallcuh en a fohnetic fasshun."

[KawaiiMelon]

WHY.

ARE PEOPLE.

MAKING.

SO MANY FANRACES.

We have to make a thread just for fanaliens prerry soon.

[Thunder Reign]

No, we don't, because in case you haven't noticed we're still sort of on page 3. This thread has plenty of room to accommodate fanhumans and fanaliens.

[scientificBlues]

WHY.

ARE PEOPLE.

MAKING.

SO MANY FANRACES.

Because they're fun!

We have to make a thread just for fanaliens prerry soon.

We have 9 races and 11 characters posted - the majority of the races are also one of the character posts. I'm pretty sure we're not dying for the space or organization. It's best to keep these stuck together to save stickyspace at the top of the forum, especially when they can have their own nice sub-index and not get in the way of anything. Plus, even with the recent fan alien interest surge, there have been only 14 posts about them total in this edition of the index. We could get another three and a half whole pages of them and they'd still be a minority.

Like most trends, though, this probably won't even go on that long! It will be back to humanposting before you know it. There may be another surge of fanalien popularity in the future, but still probably not enough to support its own thread. Sit back, enjoy the crowd. Or ignore all posts with anything that isn't human, if they're not your thing- that's cool too! Just know that their time is limited.

In AD 2011 intergalactic war was Beginning...

[Karhs12]

>Be the speedy cyan

ok



Your name is Lee Koloc and you are cyan. In fact, you are almost exactly in the middle of the cyan range. You have two thin, almost fin-like spines on your back, as shown in the rough sketch next to you. The government has designated you a messenger, and so you run letters and packages through the area as needed. You are optimistic and determined in everything you do, and neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays you from the swift completion of your appointed rounds. Your Strife Specibus is allocated to footKind. You sketch things as a hobby, and you sketch a lot of things. Going all over the place to deliver messages means that you always have new inspiration.

Your chamhandle is doodleDetour, and you dont talk much

EDIT: I guess my brain wasn't done yet.

>Be the squishy guy.

<O>kay


Your name is TEM KOILARCK and you are 87 tides old. You, like the rest of your Swarm, are interested in sports, history, and the martial arts. However, unlike your bloomers, you think that the idea of meditation is kind of stupid. You don't think you need to "become one with yourself" or whatever. But you still pretend to "have peace with your inner conflict," (or whatever) because if you didn't it would probably end badly. Overall, you are more interested in the practical aspects of things.

Your Canlabel is tacticArchive, and you Make sure pe<O>ple kn<O>w wh<O> they're talkin t<O>

EDIT 2: electric boogaloo: So I scienced up an armed sprite for Cannikins, and I'll put up a base as soon as I finish it. (Probably tomorrow sometime) The head is courtesy of Blank (Duh) and the body is edited from PT's Floroid base. The only real editing was in the feet, but damn are they hard to do.

[Insani]

Time to post a Blemin...

First off, here's a general Race Description.

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Example Blemin below:

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Physical Traits

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A perfectly normal Blemin would be extremely weak. However, evolution has granted them a less stable form. Their bodies respond to injuries / unpleasantries that they experience a lot. For example, a tribe of Blemin who lives in a cave with a large amount of lava and heat, would, after a generation or two, find normal temperatures extremely cold, and the heat they live in to be perfectly normal, and generally less affected by heat.

However, this ability is not always that great, as this mostly just enchances their resistance to a particular problem, the above-mentioned tribe would have a large amount of trouble living anywhere besides their incredibly heated caves.

Each tribe generally has their own unique head-growth, although it varies between individuals.

Additionally, cosmetic features such as hair growth, eye colors, and sometimes skin colors differ between tribes. The skin colors tend to range between green, blue, and purple, however, rarely some go outside of this color range.

Due to their adaptations, certain Blemin tend to be physically superior to many other species. However, there are also many that, due to living in strange locations, have uselessly adapted in a way that has no effect, or even a negative one, on life in normal locations.

Culture

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The Blemin tend to live in large groups, or tribes. There are maybe ten thousand on their homeworld. Each tribe is generally filled with like-minded Blemin, and many have their own unique religion, or at least a modified version of another.

An average tribe has maybe ~200 members, although there are several large gathering places, where adult Blemin tend to gather. These can be considered massive tribes, ones that prospered and multiplied faster than others. The bigger ones tend to accept members from any of the smaller tribes.

The total population makes up ~3 billion, although ~300 million live in the top 200 biggest tribes.

Children (they're not considered adults until ~22 years after birth, but it varies from tribe to tribe) tend to stay with their tribes until they are considered adults, although very rarely is this their choice.

The largest tribe, which handles most of the colonization (they colonize uninhabited worlds) and interspecies relations, allows representatives from other tribes to represent them diplomatically. Corruption is greatly despised, and if a representative is deemed corrupt, a common punishment involves death, although the punishment is decided by the tribe he/she represents.

Despite this, the Blemin are mostly a very peaceful, happy race, and tend to avoid conflict with other sentient beings whenever they can, but when cornered they tend to attack without mercy.

Although technological developments are hard to come by in small tribes, large tribes typically share their technologies with the smaller ones, and vice versa.

Skin Colors explained

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Due to evolving in different regions, there are several types of Blemin, based on race. Although Blues are the most common, they only make up ~50% of Blemin. About 35% are teal / green, and the last 15% is purple.

Purples are usually born with more developed brains. They are more intelligent than Teals / Greens and Blues, but tend to be less physically adept. They are also more respected than Blues and Teals / Greens. For example, a Purple would find it much easier to land a job as, say, a Doctor or Lawyer, with only a few tests to make sure they're ready, whereas a Blue, Green, or Teal would have to pass a large amount of tests to prove their intelligence.

Teals / Greens are generally stronger than Blues. Due to their body structures evolving differently, on average they're stronger than blues and purples. Although, obviously, there is a large amount of variation in strength, as with Purples and Blues.

Blues are generally jacks of all trades, they don't inherit increased strength or intelligence, but they're all-arounders. If a Blue trained well enough, he / she could have the strength, or intelligence, of a Purple or Green.

Generally, in common people, Purples, Teals, and Greens are just considered 'Woah cool' rather than, say, 'HAIL THE TOP CASTE', although if you were to rank them, Blue would be the lowest caste, Teal would be Average, Green would be above Average, and Purple would be High.

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Fashion on Blemin isn't gender-specific, thus, crossdressing is not a thing. It's basically 'wear whatever you want, whenever you want'.

Interspecies relations and shit

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The Blemin have yet to enter conflict with any other space-faring race, and most of their ships are merely colonization vessels, which they use to colonize worlds, although never inhabited ones.

Romance

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Blemin have basically the same romance as Humans, however, due to an extremely strong urge to reproduce, homosexuality is completely unheard of. The closest thing to same-sex relationships is a triship, which involves two Blemin of one gender, and one of the opposite.

Triships are generally long-lasting, and a proper Triship involves marriage between three individuals.

Otherwise, Blemin Romance is almost exactly like Human Romance.

Family Relationships

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The Blemin tend to live with their families during childhood (They're not 'adults' until ~21, but it varies with every tribe), and the average family is made up of 2.783 Blemin, but if you want to skip the preciseness, 3. Blemin tend to live at home for most of their lives, unless they decide to leave to one of the larger tribes.

Even then, most Blemin try to convince their parents to move with them, as Blemin are very fond of their families. Only ~30% of Blemin moving to larger tribes do it alone.

Notable abilities / disabilities

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Blemin physical ability is largely based on their style of life. Blemin with easy, comfortable lives will find themselves smaller and weaker after several generations, to reduce the amount of food they consume.

Blemin with harder, difficult lives will find themselves rather large and physically capable, to allow them to survive.

Psychic abilities are very rare among the Blemin, mostly found in tribes that find themselves near a certain mineral on their homeworld, which is known to have strange affects on all lifeforms, sentient or not.

Language

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Although most tribes have their own language, Blemin are typically taught both their tribe's language and the main language, which is used, or at least known by most of their homeworld.

Homeworld

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Their homeworld is much like Earth's, but a bit bigger. Additionally, it has five moons. It's called Blemite.

Misc important stuff

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Their userNames are called anonyNames, their names are made up of <7> and <5> (Voctari Zexxe?), their text color is based off their skin, and they measure time by 'seasons' (ie, by how many seasons someone has lived, although when describing long periods of time, they use Cycles (A year, because it cycles through the 4 seasons).

On average, Seasons are used for time periods of <20 years, and Cycles for >20 years.

Some long periods of time are described by mythical names:

A Zeoxannian Death (explained in myths) means a thousand years.
A Vlatsi Hatch Cycle (explained in myths) means a million years

Myths

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Zeoxannia: A thousand years, based on a myth that there was once a planet called Zeoxanni, which held a race of Gods. It started to die, so the Gods devised a plan, and, on the thousandth year, they began their trip to Blemite. However, their Planet exploded, and only a few of the Gods made it. These made up the six Gods:

Levanus Krike: God of the Weather
Vaticat Psyche: God of Mind, apparently gave Blemin the ability to evolve into intelligent beings, also responsible for psychic powers.
Lordali Vunts: God of Union, made peace between the Blemin, and pacified them.
Jotunna Selan: God of Seduction, Seduced the other gods and killed them, along with Nefarit.
Nefarit Decul: God of Deceit, betrayed the other gods, tried to destroy the Blemin.
Avirali Mepeg: God of Gods, ruled over the other four.

Vlatsi is a mythical creature, said to awaken every million years and destroy an entire solar system, and then die, becoming an egg, ready to hatch again in a million years.

What do you guys think?

Also, I might make a Blemin character soon. B)

[tonightsEntertainment]

Also, I might make a Blemin character soon. B)

wait so you haven't yet? for your own fanrace???