This story takes place on the planet: Tesemon (any name suggestions are very welcome).

Two hundred and eighty years ago, the planets five races worked together in perfect harmany. Food was abundent, war and crime were zero. The population wanted for nothing. Then something changed, no one really knows what, rifts started to form between the races. First it was minor things like barring certain members of the other races from towns that were not populated by the same race. Then whole races began to be blocked from one anothers town. Then boarders began to be drawn across the world. As with all things, once there are boarders defined, arguements spring up over where they are placed. With arguements come armies. These arguements turned into war, and before anyone truely realized what was happening, war had begun between all the five races. For the next two hundred years war raged across the planet. Entire cities were leveled, and hundreds of millions were wiped out. Entire generations gone. Sick of a war no one knew why they were fighting, the survivers of all five races came together and formed The Council (TC, for short). This ruling body patched the rifts between the races (not that much was needed to be patched, no one knew why they had happened in the first place), and life flurished from the ashes of war. Trading boomed between the races as technology held back from one another, and carefully guarded, quickly changed hands. That was seventy eight years ago.

Two years ago, rifts started forming between the five races. Fleets of space ships were built and launched. Weapons capable of killing on a scale never before seen were built and sent into space. The fleets were massive, each race sent up over one hundred military ships. Their sole purpose? To make sure that that Race's fleet was of equal size and strength as their neighbors in space. Two weeks ago, the five fleets were a hairs-breath away from fireing the first shot in eachother, an event that would have caused a second Planet Wide War (PWW), when a mysterious new race was discovered. This is where the story line begins. You will take the part of a crew member abord one of the ships, and you, along with the entire fleet, will investigate this new threat. However, there is still very much friction between the fleets, considering the last two years of increased pressure.


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There are five races to choose from. For now, I may change this later. If I do change it, all role players at the time will be allowed to create a second character, if they so choose, thou it is completely optional. Each Race has certain strengths, and equal weaknesses. There is no "over-powered" race. All Races appear humanoid, unless stated otherwise, and all walk on two legs, and have two arms.

Asyians: Medium height and build, these are the average race. They are between four feet and five and a half feet tall. They stand out neither in their brilliance, nor in their physical abilities. What they lack in either field they make up for in numbers, this is the most numerous population. Their fleet represents this. They are humanoid, except for their bright blue skin, a fact that all Asyians pride themselves on. Asyians are typically farmers by trade, thou a few take up art. They are a simple plain people. They do not make good diplomats, nor exceptional military commanders. However they never give up in a fight.

Malus: Of all the five races, this race is the most suited to filling the rank of foot soldiers. The average Malus stands between five and a half feet and six feet. The Malus slogun: "Brute force conquers all." What Malus rank in intelect (which is lower then the Asyians), they make up in brute strength. Stupid and prideful to a fault, Malus are the first in and last out of any battle. Loyal to eachother, a Malus's honor is easily offended, due in part to their extremely short tempers and hot headedness. Malus are of solid build, and are dark redish brown in color. Their eyes are yellow and slitted. Malus also take great pride in their eyes, and a sure way to provoke one of them into killing you is to insult their eyes. Malus are typically workers by trade (it is said on any job that has heavy lifting, you will find a Malus), thou they only feel truely comfortable in war.

Mechaoracles (if you have a better name, please suggest): Mechaoracles are the intelectuals of the world. Standing at seven to eight feet tall, on average, light green in color, and very wiry, the Mechaoracles hate war. However, they outweight this hate by their wanting to keep their race alive. Mechaoracles lend their great intelect to being diplomats. If it were not for them, it is very possible the war would have started. Mechaoracles are normally painters and artists on their world. Their race hates war, and trys to avoid it whenever possible. However, the Mechaoracles are not fools and stop trying to prevent wars after a certain point. Their increased intelect when compaired to three other races, has given the average Mechaoraclesan ego to match his/ her height.

Altarians: The shortest of all races, standing at three-four feet, the Altarians are master builders. Altarians are light gray in color. While the Altarians have no special skills with diplomacy, or with the arts, they are the most construction skilled of all races. As an extension of this, they are able to construct almost anything given the bare minimum of tools. Altarians have no love for war, but they have no hate for it either. They see war as a test of their building skills.

Worfind (credits to Scorpion, modified by me)- Hailing from the very distant planet, Worfin, a worfind starts out its life on Worfin, but upon coming of age, it leaves Worfin to explore the farthest reaches of the universe and discover its secrets. The worfinde's entire culture is based on exploration and discovery. As an extension of this, a worfind's life goal is to discover as many new things as is possible. Their technology, also, is based on this: their ships are built to sustain itself, its passengers, and its cargo for extended periods of time, and it has to ability to teleport its cargo and crew. Although this power can be blocked. The worfinde do not have weapons, however. They have not even thought of the concept of building technology for the sole purpose of harming other races, to do so would countermind their highest order. They're greatly peaceful, but they will fight, only for defense, and only using their claws. As a sideffect of their build, they possess the ability to climb certain surfaces, and jump slightly higher then most of the races. Except for the Mechaoracles, who can jump equally as high, thanks to their great height. They are agile, although equal in agility to most of the other races, excepting the Altarians and the Malus, who are less agile. Worfinde have gray skin, purely black eyes, and hands with two clawed fingers and a clawed thumb. They have backwards facing feet/legs, with two hind claws, and another clawed toe that is like a thumb (which allows them to scale certain surfaces with ease that are much harder for the other races). Another advantage of the claw is their ability to grasp certain objects with their feet. Their intelect places them as the third smartest race, only slightly below the Mechaoracles.

Adonis (unplayable for now): The Adonius are the military geniuses of the five races. They are white with blue eyes and are the second tallest race, standing at 6-6 and a half feet. If it was not for their extremely small population, it is likely the Adonis would have taken over during the first war. While Adonis's are military geniuses, they take very long in both thinking about their plans (on account of them thinking through each possible outcome, no matter how obsecure), then even longer in decideing the best way to put them into action. However, once put into action, the Adonis's plans are nearly fool-proof.




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The Alien fleets are shaped after the fleets of today (minus submarines). The ships are ranked in order of power, and size, (highest to lowest). Battleships and Carriers are equal.

A battleship can beat anything except another battle ship, or a carrier, when they are fresh. While being one of the two classes of ships most heavily armed, they are also the slowest.

Carriers can only lanch fighters, they have shields, but minimum offensive power. Carriers are slightly faster the Battleships, but not by much.

Frigates can fight equally against any frigate, or a ship class below them. Having less shielding then either the battleship or the Carrier, the frigates make up for it in speed.

Distroyers are the main workhorses of any of the fleets. Capable of decent offensive fire, these are the ships that protect the fleet from enemy fighters and missiles. These form the back-bone of any fleet.

Fighters, while being the smallest ships, are the fastest, the most numerous, and can pack a punch if carrying torpedos. Primarily fighters fight with otehr fighters, however if outfitted properly, they are also used ot directly attack the slow moving enemy capital ships with torpedos, wearing down their shields.

Ships of all races only vary in the design of the ship (a Mechaoracles ship for example is steamlined, long, and elegent, as opposed to a Malus ship which is short, stocky, and hard on the eyes), and minor weapons differences. No ships of one race will be over-powered when compaired to the ships of another race. However, a lone fighter will easily be swatted out of space by a battleship, or a Distroyer, for example. Likewise, battleships will beable to fight on equal terms with eachother if such an event happens.

I will edit in more details about how the ships looks chance from race to race, but I did not think that would be needed for those of you interested to start filling out the forms .


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Please only apply if you are serious, that does not mean you have to post every 15 minutes, and over 1,000 words each "I C". It means you want to write a little something once a day, in the style of what ever character you choose (for example, if you choose to write a character that is scared of everything, you cannot change it in one I C to where he has balls of brass and goes into the fight all guns fireing). Above all, have fun. Writing is never supposed to be a chore, especially here where it is all a fantasy story .

Please make your post atleast a sentence in length, the occasional one sentence posts are acceptable, especially if it gets to a point in the plot where to do otherwise would mean character control.

No Character control. Unless you are given the premission by the writer of that character, you are free to control only your character, not anyone's elses.

One character only, please. Also, your character can be any military rank except for Admiral. They can be a captian. If it is of a captains rank, you cannot control more then one ship.

Again, I cannot stress this enough: Have fun.


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Sals Name: Deimos
Character's Name: Argyle Ghartin
Race: Malus
Military Rank: Captain
Ship: "The Hammer", a Destroyer class ship
History: At a young age, Argyle displayed a slightly higher intelligence than most of his race. Though still staying true to their credo 'brute force conquers all', Argyle always tried to devise ways of minimizing his own losses when going into 'friendly' battles. This quickly lead his teachers to recommend him for the military academy, where he would be trained to be a starship captain. Years later, a headstrong and proud Argyle left the academy, ready to take on his first job as captain. As all rookie captains, his first ship would be of the Destroyer class.
Personality: Argyle is a true Malus. Headstrong, proud, easily offended and a lust for battle. Unlike other of his race though, he is a bit more intelligent, which put him in a leading position. Though he tries to think things through before doing something rash, his violent nature often gets in the way.

Sals Name: Rune_Warrior

Character's Name: Asterick Comma

Race: Asyians

Ship Type (credits to Deimos for this): Fighter

Military Rank (considering you will be on a military vessel when this application starts, most characters will have an active military rank): Figher Pilot?

History (How did you come to be on this ship): Asterick developed a love for space warfare since he was a child when his father told him how his ancestors fought great battles up in the stars. He was very good at evading when the big bullies came and he was especially good at hit and run tactics, throwing stones at the bullies and running away. When he heard another war was imminent, he wanted to join the army and become a fighter pilot but his mother made him stay at home because she would be worried everyday if he went fighting battles. Asterick ran away from home and ventured to a nearby recruitment office where he signed up to be a fighter pilot.

Personality (What drives this character, and how does he/ she act?): Asterick loves space combat and dogfighting. He loves the feel when he just blew up something with his fighter, the 'Mother's Worry'. He always wanted to go away from the dull farming life and be in a more exciting line of job.


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Calatians have a mix of wisdom and courage. Standing between 5-6 feet tall, Calatians always assess a situation carefully before leaping into a battle. Every member of the race considers themselves sworn brothers and sisters, and betraying one another is considered an act of ultimate heresy. Though they are cautious about a fight, a Calatian captain will not hesitate to go head-on into a battle in which another is threatened. One of their weaknesses is the ability to save only a number of people depending on their chance of survival; this leads to many innocent casualties that the Calatians feel blamed for but feel that there was nothing they could have done about the death.

Calatians are known for their skill in close-combat fighting; a standard weapon for militants and commanders of a ship is a short-bladed scimitar. Recently, all military vessels were given rifles and guns to use for long-range fights.

Calatia is a relatively large planet, with many inhabitants. The surface is covered with snow-covered mountains, plains and some forests. Occasionally, there will be a drought or some floods, but most of the time, Calatia experiences sunny days, good crops and prosperity.

The political system of Calatia is a liberal-socialist kind of thing. Every 2 months, a new leader is elected by the Council, whom are in turn themselves put in place by the President. The President has full control of military operations, Internal Affairs and the Intel Agency. The Premier runs the day-to-day tasks (tax collection, security patrols, etc.), but is also given the power to evacuate the planet in an emergency.

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