Beyond:The RPG of Tomorrow

[Lord Doom]

MORE MANORIAN STUFF:

CULTURE
The Manorians are a communist society, whilst there are different levels of the race, within each level, there is equality. The highest level of the race is the ‘Thinker’ class, which is involved in all the political activities and help the distribution of wealth amongst the people accurately. The “Construction” class are involved in all the physical actions, mining, building, hunting etc. The “Service” class are the ones who cook, clean and provide medical help, they are skilled in various services, the “Construction” get the raw materials, whilst the “Service” shape them into what is needed if you will, meanwhile the “Thinkers” oversee the operations and make sure the planning side is sorted out.

The spiritual side of the Manorians has declined since space fairing, but there are still places of worship and some remain tied to the old ways.

RELIGIOUS BELIEFS:

Spoiler

Before the universe was the primordial ooze, a mass with unlimited potential, able to exist without, as in nothingness before the universe began. There was a spark of consciousness within the ooze which brought the universe into being, rather than becoming the universe, the ooze instead inhabited it as a semi-sentient being, a force of nature, from which all life was created.
Journeying across the blackness of space, the ooze would infuse planets with the potential for life, the spark of existence. Every living creature is related to the ooze, which is the source of life itself. Many people now search the stars for the ooze, which is why the home world has less of a religious stance, as the religious members have disappeared into the far reaches of deep space in search of the ooze.
When any living creature dies, it bio-degrades, eventually returning to the mass consciousness of the ooze, as through it, we are all linked, our minds/souls were there before we were born and shall return there when we die. Possibly to be reborn again somewhere else.
They do not believe in hell or sin, but that living creatures deserve respect, however if people fail to show respect to the living, then they themselves wash away any of that respect they were born with as a living creature. Eating animals is fine, enjoyment from killing is seen as unacceptable, but ingesting other living creatures just released their souls to the ooze, as they are all part of the same anyway, eating them is not an issue.

The Manorians are generally pacifists, however with the religious decline, they have become increasingly selfish as an entire race. Whilst not squabbling internally, the savagery of other races to their own people makes them forfeit their respect and right to live, which can cause them to engage in conflict. They have been part of an interplanetary war, which resulted in them committing genocide and wiping out an entire planet of life. Their self righteous nature is often frowned upon by others, but they are quite solitary as a race, preferring not to get involved with the more primitive(socially) races which are quite barbaric indeed.

Family is something void in their society, because children are raised communally, getting the benefit of hundreds of parents in stead of one, their loyalty being to the community and thus more egalitarian and less selfish. At an early age they are placed in a class as they show promise in a particular field. They are generally trained for specific roles in their lives, growing up with a purpose for the whole community. The way in which they breed is egg based.


MORE SECTIONS TO COME: Technology(weapons included), history, biology.

That sounds pretty cool.

 

[Lord Doom]

First post as Axelia up!

 

[JinnSato]

First Crow post is up. And I guess I'll go with your idea Doom. But that means I'll have to alter the Hume's just a bit.

 

[JinnSato]

Well looks like this RP is goin to die. =[[

 

[The Question]

I think one of the reasons for that is that we put up the IC thread too damn quickly.

 

[JinnSato]

That doesn't mean everyone should ignore it completely though.

 

[The Question]

That doesn't mean everyone should ignore it completely though.

True. Hopefully, we can still save it.

 

[Cyrusbales]

I think this may fail because it's a lot for new people to take in, I will post more manorian stuff if wanted, although I feel it sha'n't help.

 

[GL1]

Beyond: The RPG of Tomorrow! Season1

Screen Name: GL1

Character you have created (include known alias or nicknames here as well): Victori Blue

Race/Planet: Jovian/Jupiter

Character Class: Citizen

Speech Color and/or Font (actually say what you're using, i.e. Arial Black; don't go "Like this", or what not): Georgia Dark Orchid

Character Alignment (Good/Evil/Neutral): Good

Character Personality (Give information on how your character acts, what he/she/it believes in, how they handle situations): Victori is an explorer at her very core, with a constant eye for what is true, and what is real, and a hunger for the unknown. She tends to feel like she is capable of anything and generally invincible, and her stubbornness makes learning otherwise very difficult. Her thirst for adventure and excitement guides her as a forceful, ableit naive, thrillseeker.

Origin Info/Details (don't be blunt, be as thorough as possible):

Born to a working class on Jupiter, Victori had humble beginnings, running items back and forth at her father's repair shop. She learned the basics of how most basic appliances work, and how to repair common malfunctions, and heard many stories from travelers, visitors and traders. One particular individual, Excel Granite, would bring her stories from all over the galaxy about his travels, several embellished, typically revolving around whatever item he had worn out or damaged along the way. Victori became enraptured by these stories and began demanding them from nearly every trader, traveller and visitor that came through the shop. She became obsessed with a, slightly romanticized, idea of leaving the planet and exploring. She continues to explore her own planet's history and phenomena, but dreams of escaping elsewhere.

Fighting Skill: Someone once taught her a judo (or judo-derivative) throw, because she was so weak. Elsewise, it's all flailing.

Resources: Very little. Victori is a hard worker, and believes she can survive anywhere with a half decent chance. She saves a little bit every week and has a small account.

Notable Equipment or Vehicles: A small

Weaknesses: Naivety, youth, stubbornness, pastries... you name it.

Supporting Characters:
Bragadocious Blue, Father, Repairman Citizen
Excel Granite, Storyteller and Successful Vagabond

Describe using proper English grammar what you think you can bring to the RPG:

What is this "proper English?" Thank goodness for this spell check, here. First: I'm bringing all the fresh faced innocence you can shake a stick at. Second, I've got a general love sci-fi. Finally: ... well... I guess not too much.

How many times do you intend on posting a DAY IN the RPG:

Once when needed, twice if I'm involved in a dynamic (conversational/combat) scene... and of course, there's always the chance that I'll be on the Hype while someone else is and I'll get all excited and back and forth and stuff.

Do you know how to post pictures on the hype boards?:
Something about some kind of image tags...

Sample Post (Minimum 3 decent-sized paragraphs containing dialogue):

"No!" echoed throughout the halls of the small Jovian repair shop, 'Sir Fixit.' The caricature of the Knight of the North Star on the front was slightly lopsided. Inside, sparks and whirrs had slowly began dying as machines for repair powered down and the work of the day ceased. Would be clients bustled the still active sidewalks out front, too tired or preoccupied to stop by a humble repair shop about their problems. "Wait, let me reiterate: HELL NO!"

"And who taught you to speak to me like that, child?" A stout man in a sullied jumpsuit stood up to his full height. He was no small man. "I am not your peer." His feet clenched at his sides were clear indicators, his eyes, confused as they were enraged were not.

"I'm not going to sit here in this God-forsaken junkyard while you and some woman gallavant across the galaxy!" Victori's body was equally taut, hunched over a workbench, gripping the edges tightly, her knuckles white, her dark hair had heaved itself over parts of her face, leaving a wild look as fierce gray eyes pierced through them. "She's. Not. Even. That. Cute."

Closing his eyes for a moment, Brag took a deep long breath. Running his hand through his head, suddenly very tired, he spoke slowly and softly. "Little Vic..." her head spun at the sound of her childhood nickname... "I know this is hard for you..."

Victori stood up and pulled back, resigning herself to her stance, both figuratively and literally. "You know a lot, father... you know how badly I want to travel, and when you have a chance to take a big trip, you take someone you've known for 2 Earth years instead of 2 Jupiter years." Victori turned, forcing herself to clean off a workstation as though nothing was wrong. "Hire someone to watch the shop who won't get sick thinking about you two together."

Seemingly done, Victori walked through the back door, apparently to get her things and go home. Even as she grabbed her storage back her stomach churned, not familiar with conflicting with her father, which is why she came to live with him in the first place. It was too much as she grabbed the small, sullied bathroom sink and vomited into it. She couldn't fight the feeling that she had brought it on herself.

 

[JinnSato]

Beyond: The RPG of Tomorrow! Season1

Screen Name: GL1

Character you have created (include known alias or nicknames here as well): Victori Blue

Race/Planet: Jovian/Jupiter

Character Class: Citizen

Speech Color and/or Font (actually say what you're using, i.e. Arial Black; don't go "Like this", or what not): Georgia Dark Orchid

Character Alignment (Good/Evil/Neutral): Good

Character Personality (Give information on how your character acts, what he/she/it believes in, how they handle situations): Victori is an explorer at her very core, with a constant eye for what is true, and what is real, and a hunger for the unknown. She tends to feel like she is capable of anything and generally invincible, and her stubbornness makes learning otherwise very difficult. Her thirst for adventure and excitement guides her as a forceful, ableit naive, thrillseeker.

Origin Info/Details (don't be blunt, be as thorough as possible):

Born to a working class on Jupiter, Victori had humble beginnings, running items back and forth at her father's repair shop. She learned the basics of how most basic appliances work, and how to repair common malfunctions, and heard many stories from travelers, visitors and traders. One particular individual, Excel Granite, would bring her stories from all over the galaxy about his travels, several embellished, typically revolving around whatever item he had worn out or damaged along the way. Victori became enraptured by these stories and began demanding them from nearly every trader, traveller and visitor that came through the shop. She became obsessed with a, slightly romanticized, idea of leaving the planet and exploring. She continues to explore her own planet's history and phenomena, but dreams of escaping elsewhere.

Fighting Skill: Someone once taught her a judo (or judo-derivative) throw, because she was so weak. Elsewise, it's all flailing.

Resources: Very little. Victori is a hard worker, and believes she can survive anywhere with a half decent chance. She saves a little bit every week and has a small account.

Notable Equipment or Vehicles: A small

Weaknesses: Naivety, youth, stubbornness, pastries... you name it.

Supporting Characters:
Bragadocious Blue, Father, Repairman Citizen
Excel Granite, Storyteller and Successful Vagabond

Describe using proper English grammar what you think you can bring to the RPG:

What is this "proper English?" Thank goodness for this spell check, here. First: I'm bringing all the fresh faced innocence you can shake a stick at. Second, I've got a general love sci-fi. Finally: ... well... I guess not too much.

How many times do you intend on posting a DAY IN the RPG:

Once when needed, twice if I'm involved in a dynamic (conversational/combat) scene... and of course, there's always the chance that I'll be on the Hype while someone else is and I'll get all excited and back and forth and stuff.

Do you know how to post pictures on the hype boards?:
Something about some kind of image tags...

Sample Post (Minimum 3 decent-sized paragraphs containing dialogue):

"No!" echoed throughout the halls of the small Jovian repair shop, 'Sir Fixit.' The caricature of the Knight of the North Star on the front was slightly lopsided. Inside, sparks and whirrs had slowly began dying as machines for repair powered down and the work of the day ceased. Would be clients bustled the still active sidewalks out front, too tired or preoccupied to stop by a humble repair shop about their problems. "Wait, let me reiterate: HELL NO!"

"And who taught you to speak to me like that, child?" A stout man in a sullied jumpsuit stood up to his full height. He was no small man. "I am not your peer." His feet clenched at his sides were clear indicators, his eyes, confused as they were enraged were not.

"I'm not going to sit here in this God-forsaken junkyard while you and some woman gallavant across the galaxy!" Victori's body was equally taut, hunched over a workbench, gripping the edges tightly, her knuckles white, her dark hair had heaved itself over parts of her face, leaving a wild look as fierce gray eyes pierced through them. "She's. Not. Even. That. Cute."

Closing his eyes for a moment, Brag took a deep long breath. Running his hand through his head, suddenly very tired, he spoke slowly and softly. "Little Vic..." her head spun at the sound of her childhood nickname... "I know this is hard for you..."

Victori stood up and pulled back, resigning herself to her stance, both figuratively and literally. "You know a lot, father... you know how badly I want to travel, and when you have a chance to take a big trip, you take someone you've known for 2 Earth years instead of 2 Jupiter years." Victori turned, forcing herself to clean off a workstation as though nothing was wrong. "Hire someone to watch the shop who won't get sick thinking about you two together."

Seemingly done, Victori walked through the back door, apparently to get her things and go home. Even as she grabbed her storage back her stomach churned, not familiar with conflicting with her father, which is why she came to live with him in the first place. It was too much as she grabbed the small, sullied bathroom sink and vomited into it. She couldn't fight the feeling that she had brought it on herself.

t: Acceptimonndo!!!
Finally more players.