<2 hours after the destruction of Mahn-Hown and the Dimensional Abyss>
The Metonian Empire is in chaos. The major cities of Metonia lie in ruins, its' great space fleets lie scattered across the cosmos, and rogue Sio-Tyonia still ravage the surface of many Metonian worlds. And yet, in the face of this peril, Fate has yet more challenges for the Metonians to face...
*Close Orbit above Metonia - The Metonian Spacecruiser, Tessanivona*
~Zyrillian 1'st Class~ Captain Siantel Fientos: "Neru, have you gotten any contact from anyone?"
~Zyrillian 2'nd Class~ First Officer Neruieao Utaunie: "Not a word. You'd think there's no one left alive..."
Siantel: "There may very well not be. Rena, status report. I can imagine that Warp Jump couldn't have been healthy for the ship."
~Zyrillian 3'rd Class*Sp*~ Tactical Officer Rena Janus Elessar: "Left engines offline. Right engines at 54%. Hull integrity holding steady at 43%. Hull breaches on decks 13 to 18 contained. Weapons offline. Sensors at 32%. Psy-core stable at 74% efficiency. Basically, we're being held together by containment fields."
Siantel: "Grand... Keep sending out hails on all frequencies. Someone's bound to hear us eventually.
*sirens and warning lights begin to flash throughout the bridge*
~Zyrillian 3'rd class~ Science Officer Unfaeriea Lairoena: Extremely high energy reading off starboard! Distance 65,000 miles and closing!
Siantel: Stage 3 alert! Verify our target!
Rena: Target verified! No matches found in database!
Unfaeriea: Distance 35,000 miles and closing!
Rena: Rerouting all available power to shields... strength at 64%, that's as good as they're gonna get!!
Unfaeriea: 10,000 miles! Collision imminent!
Siantel: Brace for impact!!
*shockwave envelops the ship, warping it slightly, then subsiding*
Siantel: Status report!!!
~Zyrillian 3'rd class~ Head Engineer Liyan Ainarenica: Severe damage to starboard side of the hull!! Multiple hull breaches on all decks! We're venting atmosphere! Sensors damaged! Shields have failed! Life Support systems failing! We're losing hull integrity!!
Rena: Psy-core reaching critical levels! Commencing emergency shutdown!
Siantel: All non-critical personnel, to the escape pods!! Oryan, get us out of here!
~Zyriliian 4'th class~ Chief Helmsman Oryan Lestheala: Engines are unresponsive! Drive systems have failed! We're dead in the water!
Liyan: Emergency shutdown is jammed! Psy-core is destablizing! Core meltdown in 41 seconds!!
Unfaeriea: Another high-energy reading detected! 130,000 miles and closing! Collision in 38 seconds! We won't survive another hit like the last one!
Siantel: All hands, abandon ship! Get to the Escape Pods, NOW!!
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Sparks flew from the walls as the chief officers of the Tessanivona ran down the hallway that led to the escape pods. There was one left. Out the window, they saw a sight that both puzzled and horrified them.
On one side of the window, they saw Metonia. On the other side of the window, they saw something that should not be there.
They saw another planet. This planet was not normal, however. No, the atmosphere of this planet swirled with perpetual dark clouds and raging lightning storms that were visible from orbit. However, it seemed that the dark planet's landmasses mirrored Metonia's exactly.
But there was no more time to worry about this. As Siantel stepped into the escape pod and closed the hatch, explosions could be heard tearing through the ship. The escape pod blew off into space, and began to soar into Metonia's upper atmosphere.
Siantel turned back one last time, and watched as his ship, the ship that had led the charge that freed the universe from the menace of Mahn-Hown, was torn asunder by the temporal shockwave that had rushed forth in the wake of the dark planet's appearance. Then, with a final brilliant flash as the Psy-core ruptured and detonated, the Tessanivona was reduced to little more than a few glowing scraps of metal, floating in low orbit above Metonia...
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*3 weeks later*
The survivors on Metonia are struggling against the new menace that appears to have been caused by the arrival of the dark planet, the Razonians. However, scientists are finding strange thing about this new sub-race of humans. The Razonians, genetically, are almost identical to Metonians. The only truly apparent difference between the two races is that where Metonians have developed to super-human levels at a mental level, the Razonians have equally developed immense physical gifts. However, there are a few that believe these similarities have a much deeper meaning.
Nevertheless, the Razonians have started a genocidal campaign of war against the Metonians, and though the Metonians still hold the edge in technology, the Razonians hold a numerical advantage and with the ever-present lack of resources in the wake of the Sio-Tyonia Conflict, the Metonians cannot be expected to hold their home planet for much longer.
You are one of the Metonian survivors. You must do everything you can to save your besieged home world and regain control of the fragmented Metonian Empire. Well, either that, or just survive. Good luck.
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Welcome to Chapter 3 of the Metonian Sun saga. 'Schism' directly follows what would have been the end of 'Frontline'. Let's go over the basics for anyone new.
1. The trademark of the Metonian Sun saga always has been, and always will be, character development and interaction. Do not bother joining this RP if you do not feel that you are capable of immerseing yourself in your character. An ability to relate to, and bond with one's work is essential to succeeding in this RP.
2. While combat takes a role in Metonian Sun, it is not a forefront. Thus, no player killing, actually, no PvP of any kind. At least not yet.
3. Due to the... unpleasant fate that 'Frontline' met, I'm going to be very selective about who is approved in this RP. If you join, prepare to be tested.
With that done, let's move on to the usual elements of character making, shall we?
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Character Sheet. As usual, the only race is Metonian (for now), and remember that Metonians are evolved from Humans. Everyone gets one character for now.
NOTE: (Sel, Yume, Erdrick, Sammy, and Tsukasa: You guys may use your characters from Frontline if you wish, or you may create new characters. It's up to you.)
Name: (Most Metonian names have many vowels. They also flow smoothly off the tongue.)
Gender:
Age: (No age restrictions this time, folks. Put whatever you want.)
Height:
Weight: (Adult Metonians are rarely near 200 lbs. Keep this low.)
Race: (Metonian only)
Blood Color/Hair: (Always same color, see below for more on Blood Color.)
Teranon Cube: (See below)
Background/Occupation:
Appearance:
Personality:
Biography:
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Blood Type/Color: This is mostly what makes a Metonian different from a Terran. The ability to use Psionics. The color blood you have determines what kind of power you have. There are 6 Natural Blood Types, and 4 Genetically-engineered Types. *NOTICE: Getting an engineered blood-type requires credentials, experience in a prior chapter, and/or my specific permission. To get an engineered blood type, PM me and we will discuss it.* Also, keep in mind the needs of the survivors when choosing this. We need a wide variety of skills to increase our odds of survival. If we do badly enough, a proverbial 'Game Over' is quite possible. And now, a list of the Blood Types and descriptions.
- Red/Energy Manipulation: Red blood allows a Metonian to form Plasma energy from elements in the air or the vacuum of space and manipulate it as they wish. The most practical use for this is hurling projectiles at an enemy, thus making Red bloods highly favored by the military, but there can be more original uses if they can be found. This is the most common blood type among Metonians, and is usually carried by males.
- Blue/Healing: Blue blood allows one to manipulate the flesh of a fellow Metonian, allowing them to heal injuries and the like. Blue bloods dominate the field of medicine and act as medics in the military. This is the second most common blood type, and is most prominent in females.
- Green/Telekinesis: Green blood allows one the ability to move objects with one's mind. This can have many uses, and as such, constitute a large part of the Metonian workforce. This blood type is less common than red, and is mostly found in males.
- Purple/Telepathy: Purple blood lets a person communicate without words. Used as Communications Engineers in the military, but most prevalent in the Media, Purple bloods are fairly uncommon, and mostly female.
- Yellow/Matter Manipulation: Yellow Blood allows one to warp matter to their will. Highly rare, and almost always found in males, yellow bloods are monitored by the government from birth and are used as Special Ops troopers in the military. Only 1 in about 350,000 Metonians are born with Yellow blood.
- Black/Dimensional: Black Blood allows you to warp the very fabric of the space-time continueum. Extremely rare, and only found on the Y Chromosome, Black Bloods are monitored even more closely than Yellow Bloods, and become even stronger soldiers when fully grown. However, the powerful implications of their psionics makes them extremely dangerous. Only 1 in about 1.2 million Metonians are born with Black blood.
*Genetically Engineered Blood Types*
- Teal/Air Manipulation: A splicing of Green and Blue blood, those with this type can solidify the air, then use it as they wish. It is approximated that nearly 12 million Metonians have received this so far.
- Orange/Elemental Manipulation: A fearsome splicing of Red and Yellow blood yielded the ability to command elemental energies at will. (Fire, Lightning, Water, Earth, etc.) Nearly 2 million Metonians have this blood type.
- Pink/Time: The unexpected splicing of Red and Purple blood produced the ability to control the flow of time. Implantation of it has been restricted to military officials only, and only several dozen Pink Bloods exist.
- White/???: This splicing of Yellow and Black blood produced an extremely unpredictable blood type, with highly random and varied powers. Some abilites afforded to test subjects that were implanted with this blood type include Time Control, Matter Manipulation, Mind Control, and Pyrokinesis. As a result, implantation of White Blood has been banned by the Metonian High Council.
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Teranon Cube: This is a new technology developed by the military to relieve the problem of warriors running out of Psionic power. It has also been recently modified for use in the civilian work force. These modular microchips are inserted into a surgically implanted port at the base of the spine and once installed, afford the bearer with the ability programmed into the cube. The cubes can be re-formatted and programmed with a new ability if need be, and are fully modular, though only one cube can be inserted at a time. As for abilities, Teranon Cubes can allow you to do anything from be able to learn how to pilot a vehicle in a few seconds, to give you the ability to see through walls, as long as that ability is programmed in the cube.
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That should be enough for you guys to make your character sheets. Expect the IC to be up in about 2 weeks, more or less.
Full Version: Metonian Sun: 'Schism' - Info
Name: Unfaeriea Lairoena (oon-fair-ria la-i-raw-na)
Gender: Female
Height: 4’5 ft
Weight: 87 lb
Race: Metonian
Blood Color/Hair: Purple
Teranon Cube: Allows Unfaeriea to float.
Rank: Zyrillian 3rd class
Appearance: Unfaeriea is an exceptionally short girl with cascading purple hair that reaches down to her feet. She has a small pale, oval shaped face and her facial features are just equally proportional to the size of her face. She usually has a tired smile on her face.
Personality: Unfaeriea is your typical unsociable girl in a group of people. However it is because of her inability to speak that she avoids crowds. She relies heavily on her telepathic ability to communicate and most people feel uncomfortable to have a voice speaking directly to their minds, which results in her unsociability. She is only cheerful and bubbly to people who are very very close to her and is usually depressed when they are not around.
Biography:
Unfaeriea was born into a poor family in GD 640031. Being born without the ability to speak, her father naturally favoured her sister, who was a healer, over her. In the family, she was only close to her mother, who also had purple blood, while her father and her were like a dog to a cat. Both avoided each other to the best of their abilities and the number of times they had talked to each other in a year were less than the number of times Unfaeriea spoke to her sister a week. (Which were perhaps only one or two words a day)
She was taught by her mother on how to utilize her ability to be able to communicate with people and she caught on to it quickly. Not long after, her mother would often be seen talking to air while Unfaeriea be spotted with silly grins on her face at odd times when she was alone. Her mother taught her all that she needed to learn in school and found, to her glee, that Unfaeriea was very addictive to books and would often request to read books in the library in the city.
Being born into a poor family, however, still had its bad points. For one, Unfaeriea was heavily under grown and could only reach to a height of 4’3 ft (129cm) and a weight of 58 lbs (26kg) when she was 19 years old. She suffered from severe bone deficiency due to the inhumanely small amount of food she ate everyday and her heavy usage of her ability.
Unfaeriea had a very long hair that she had requested to be left untouched. Her mother, worried that her neck would not be able to support the weight of her hair, draped it on Unfaeriea’s shoulders and loosely round her neck.
She was drafted later on when a high military officer found potential in her. Although there were Teranon cubes to strengthen her bones, they were simply of no use as she had long been affected by her bone deficiency and the effect was simply too minimal that she might as well have done without it. As a result, they could only give her the Teranon cube that allowed her to float. Her telepathic ability by then had grown much stronger and she was able to open a web of telepathic communication grounds where she could send her thoughts to all in the web.
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Directly copy and pasted from the old one with miniscule changes in the biography. I hope this is alright. If there are any changes, please let me know. Thanks.
EDIT: O.o;;; It just occurred to me when i reread Tiki's post that i got...
promoted?
Gender: Female
Height: 4’5 ft
Weight: 87 lb
Race: Metonian
Blood Color/Hair: Purple
Teranon Cube: Allows Unfaeriea to float.
Rank: Zyrillian 3rd class
Appearance: Unfaeriea is an exceptionally short girl with cascading purple hair that reaches down to her feet. She has a small pale, oval shaped face and her facial features are just equally proportional to the size of her face. She usually has a tired smile on her face.
Personality: Unfaeriea is your typical unsociable girl in a group of people. However it is because of her inability to speak that she avoids crowds. She relies heavily on her telepathic ability to communicate and most people feel uncomfortable to have a voice speaking directly to their minds, which results in her unsociability. She is only cheerful and bubbly to people who are very very close to her and is usually depressed when they are not around.
Biography:
Unfaeriea was born into a poor family in GD 640031. Being born without the ability to speak, her father naturally favoured her sister, who was a healer, over her. In the family, she was only close to her mother, who also had purple blood, while her father and her were like a dog to a cat. Both avoided each other to the best of their abilities and the number of times they had talked to each other in a year were less than the number of times Unfaeriea spoke to her sister a week. (Which were perhaps only one or two words a day)
She was taught by her mother on how to utilize her ability to be able to communicate with people and she caught on to it quickly. Not long after, her mother would often be seen talking to air while Unfaeriea be spotted with silly grins on her face at odd times when she was alone. Her mother taught her all that she needed to learn in school and found, to her glee, that Unfaeriea was very addictive to books and would often request to read books in the library in the city.
Being born into a poor family, however, still had its bad points. For one, Unfaeriea was heavily under grown and could only reach to a height of 4’3 ft (129cm) and a weight of 58 lbs (26kg) when she was 19 years old. She suffered from severe bone deficiency due to the inhumanely small amount of food she ate everyday and her heavy usage of her ability.
Unfaeriea had a very long hair that she had requested to be left untouched. Her mother, worried that her neck would not be able to support the weight of her hair, draped it on Unfaeriea’s shoulders and loosely round her neck.
She was drafted later on when a high military officer found potential in her. Although there were Teranon cubes to strengthen her bones, they were simply of no use as she had long been affected by her bone deficiency and the effect was simply too minimal that she might as well have done without it. As a result, they could only give her the Teranon cube that allowed her to float. Her telepathic ability by then had grown much stronger and she was able to open a web of telepathic communication grounds where she could send her thoughts to all in the web.
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Directly copy and pasted from the old one with miniscule changes in the biography. I hope this is alright. If there are any changes, please let me know. Thanks.
EDIT: O.o;;; It just occurred to me when i reread Tiki's post that i got...
promoted?
Yes. If Frontline had continued all the way to the end, we would've been put in command of a starship, promoted to officers, and after a series of missions and general skirmishes, would have led the massive offensive that destroyed Mahn-Hown, the mastermind of the Sio-Tyonia.
So yes, we were all promoted.
So yes, we were all promoted.
Name: Liyan Ainarenica (LEE-yun ein-uh-REN-ih-cuh)
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 143 lbs.
Race: Metonian
Blood Color/Hair: Very bright, vivid red hair. Red blood.
Teranon Cube: Liyan's Teranon cube allows him to discover the code to a simple locked door within ten minutes or less. Very handy for stealthy break-ins.
Rank: Zyrillian 3rd class
Appearance: Liyan is relatively short, and wiry in frame. His bright red hair is roughly shoulder-length, giving him what we would call a bishi/girly look. His bright red eyes, however, give away what power he has, and give his beautiful face an almost perpetually angry look.
Personality: Liyan is very short-tempered, but is capable of keeping his anger under control when he needs to. He is liable to take a liking to those whom he is sympathetic toward, or those who he sees as being like him.
Biography: Liyan was born as a twin, to two scientists. His brother was born with yellow blood. The two were separated at birth, and the brother was taken in for testing.
Liyan never knew he had a twin brother, and was raised as an only child. By the time he was eight or so, he noticed that his parents were often talking about "bringing the family back together." When Liyan was a ten-year-old student, his golden-haired brother returned home. From then on, he was the main object of attention for his parents; Liyan was ignored for the most part. Resentment grew in Liyan, which turned to rage and eventually, pure hatred, for his own brother.
His parents, meanwhile, were having fun with his yellow-blooded brother. He would enlarge the cooking pots and pans for his mother, turn a pin into a pole and vault with it, even make ten-pound weights out of iron shavings. Liyan, disgusted, enlisted in a military academy to escape from his brother. For five years he was trained in the military arts, and on the very day of his sixteenth birthday, he enlisted in the army.
Liyan has been in the army for a little over five years now. He has lost many invaluable friends in the war, and has seen other yellow-blooded men like his brother, reawakening his anger. Whenever Liyan sees yellow, it makes him angry, but he can quell his anger and resume the task he is meant to do. Other than his history, he is just like a normal person.
Thanks for continuing this, Tiki. I missed this RP, and this character.
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 143 lbs.
Race: Metonian
Blood Color/Hair: Very bright, vivid red hair. Red blood.
Teranon Cube: Liyan's Teranon cube allows him to discover the code to a simple locked door within ten minutes or less. Very handy for stealthy break-ins.
Rank: Zyrillian 3rd class
Appearance: Liyan is relatively short, and wiry in frame. His bright red hair is roughly shoulder-length, giving him what we would call a bishi/girly look. His bright red eyes, however, give away what power he has, and give his beautiful face an almost perpetually angry look.
Personality: Liyan is very short-tempered, but is capable of keeping his anger under control when he needs to. He is liable to take a liking to those whom he is sympathetic toward, or those who he sees as being like him.
Biography: Liyan was born as a twin, to two scientists. His brother was born with yellow blood. The two were separated at birth, and the brother was taken in for testing.
Liyan never knew he had a twin brother, and was raised as an only child. By the time he was eight or so, he noticed that his parents were often talking about "bringing the family back together." When Liyan was a ten-year-old student, his golden-haired brother returned home. From then on, he was the main object of attention for his parents; Liyan was ignored for the most part. Resentment grew in Liyan, which turned to rage and eventually, pure hatred, for his own brother.
His parents, meanwhile, were having fun with his yellow-blooded brother. He would enlarge the cooking pots and pans for his mother, turn a pin into a pole and vault with it, even make ten-pound weights out of iron shavings. Liyan, disgusted, enlisted in a military academy to escape from his brother. For five years he was trained in the military arts, and on the very day of his sixteenth birthday, he enlisted in the army.
Liyan has been in the army for a little over five years now. He has lost many invaluable friends in the war, and has seen other yellow-blooded men like his brother, reawakening his anger. Whenever Liyan sees yellow, it makes him angry, but he can quell his anger and resume the task he is meant to do. Other than his history, he is just like a normal person.
Thanks for continuing this, Tiki. I missed this RP, and this character.
Eh. I'm feeling nostalgic. Mind not my unpromoted character.
Name: Seou Moah
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Height: 6'1
Weight: 77 lbs.
Race: Metonian, although I don't see why this is included in this
particular roleplay.
Blood Color/Hair: Green (although I want to be purple, like last time I
participated in a Metonian Sun, I think the last time I was in one, there were a few too many)
Teranon Cube: Has the ability to pilot small star fighters and ground vehicles.
Background/Occupation: A soldier in the reserves. Fresh out of the academy.
Appearance: Tall, and skinny, he wears his hair in an odd way for a Metonian to wear it, in buns, at least when he isn't on duty. His clothes are usually his uniform, but when off duty, he wears a white turtleneck sweater and black jeans.
Personality: Somewhat rebellious, which was the reason he was sent to the military academy. He refuses to be like everyone else, and therefore wears his hair in a way usually unaccepted. He picks fights and mocks people, but when he comes to like someone, he lets them know. He also has a somewhat light oedipus syndrome.
Biography: He is almost exactly like his mother, rebellious and contreversial. His mother, Lah, comes from a planet called Sououh, which was destroyed by the Sio-Tyonia. She was rescued by a soldier named Asmaouy, with whom she later fell in love with, and bore a child to.
Since Seou's father was often away, being a soldier, he was brought up mostly by his mother, inheriting many of her personality traits. When his father came back, crippled in the war, he was bitter that Seou had become so undisciplined, and sent him off to the military academy he hailed from for training. Lah didn't like this at all, but she kept quiet for some unknown reason.
Because his psyonics were not stimulated as a child, since his mother didn't want him to use his powers for one reason or another, his telekenisis became rather weak, and he was doing rather poorly in the academy, but well enough tp still graduate. He is now in the reserves of Metonia's military, stationed on one of the moons used as a military base.
EDITED. Although I didn't make him a civillian, he is now in the reserves instead. Reserves that aren't on Metonia, really.
Name: Seou Moah
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Height: 6'1
Weight: 77 lbs.
Race: Metonian, although I don't see why this is included in this
particular roleplay.
Blood Color/Hair: Green (although I want to be purple, like last time I
participated in a Metonian Sun, I think the last time I was in one, there were a few too many)
Teranon Cube: Has the ability to pilot small star fighters and ground vehicles.
Background/Occupation: A soldier in the reserves. Fresh out of the academy.
Appearance: Tall, and skinny, he wears his hair in an odd way for a Metonian to wear it, in buns, at least when he isn't on duty. His clothes are usually his uniform, but when off duty, he wears a white turtleneck sweater and black jeans.
Personality: Somewhat rebellious, which was the reason he was sent to the military academy. He refuses to be like everyone else, and therefore wears his hair in a way usually unaccepted. He picks fights and mocks people, but when he comes to like someone, he lets them know. He also has a somewhat light oedipus syndrome.
Biography: He is almost exactly like his mother, rebellious and contreversial. His mother, Lah, comes from a planet called Sououh, which was destroyed by the Sio-Tyonia. She was rescued by a soldier named Asmaouy, with whom she later fell in love with, and bore a child to.
Since Seou's father was often away, being a soldier, he was brought up mostly by his mother, inheriting many of her personality traits. When his father came back, crippled in the war, he was bitter that Seou had become so undisciplined, and sent him off to the military academy he hailed from for training. Lah didn't like this at all, but she kept quiet for some unknown reason.
Because his psyonics were not stimulated as a child, since his mother didn't want him to use his powers for one reason or another, his telekenisis became rather weak, and he was doing rather poorly in the academy, but well enough tp still graduate. He is now in the reserves of Metonia's military, stationed on one of the moons used as a military base.
EDITED. Although I didn't make him a civillian, he is now in the reserves instead. Reserves that aren't on Metonia, really.
Name: Rena Janus Elessar (Ree-na jhan-us el-es-ar)
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 131 lbs
Race: Metonian
Blood Color/Hair: Pink (Approved by Metonian Science and Military Divisions)
Teranon Cube: Enhanced Physical Strength (strength & stamina up by 1.5x)
Rank: Zyrillian 3'rd Class
Appearance: Tall, slender build. Very well proportioned. Red eyes that glow slightly in dark places. Great-granddaughter of Rena Shizane.
Personality: Bubbly and cheerful. Rena seems to have a knack for making the best of a grim situation. She always tries to look at the up side and encourages her comrades to do the same.
Biography: Born on the colony world of Gigan IV, a planet very close to the Metonian Homeworld, Rena bore witness to the horrors of the war at the age of 7. One morning, the Syo-Tyonia invaded Gaigan IV and began butchering anything that stood in their way. Rena's father and older brother fought bravely, but were slain right in front of her. Rena's mother, a soldier herself, was killed just as the women and children were being evacuated on shuttles bound for the Metonian Homeworld. Rena was horrified. Her life was shattered into pieces. All she could think of...was revenge. Killing the bastards who tore her life...no, her family to shreds. At the age of 12, she ran away from the orphanage and attempted to join the military. The military had programs to train children in classrooms until they were ready to go into basic training. A sort of Military Academy. Rena's new home for the next five years. After that, Rena underwent two years of rigorous basic training. Setting and breaking records on obstacle courses and proving to herself that she was ready to take on the murderers who took her life away. She covers her pain with a mask of cheerful ness, because being blinded by rage can kill a soldier...but hiding pain can make you go mad.
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 131 lbs
Race: Metonian
Blood Color/Hair: Pink (Approved by Metonian Science and Military Divisions)
Teranon Cube: Enhanced Physical Strength (strength & stamina up by 1.5x)
Rank: Zyrillian 3'rd Class
Appearance: Tall, slender build. Very well proportioned. Red eyes that glow slightly in dark places. Great-granddaughter of Rena Shizane.
Personality: Bubbly and cheerful. Rena seems to have a knack for making the best of a grim situation. She always tries to look at the up side and encourages her comrades to do the same.
Biography: Born on the colony world of Gigan IV, a planet very close to the Metonian Homeworld, Rena bore witness to the horrors of the war at the age of 7. One morning, the Syo-Tyonia invaded Gaigan IV and began butchering anything that stood in their way. Rena's father and older brother fought bravely, but were slain right in front of her. Rena's mother, a soldier herself, was killed just as the women and children were being evacuated on shuttles bound for the Metonian Homeworld. Rena was horrified. Her life was shattered into pieces. All she could think of...was revenge. Killing the bastards who tore her life...no, her family to shreds. At the age of 12, she ran away from the orphanage and attempted to join the military. The military had programs to train children in classrooms until they were ready to go into basic training. A sort of Military Academy. Rena's new home for the next five years. After that, Rena underwent two years of rigorous basic training. Setting and breaking records on obstacle courses and proving to herself that she was ready to take on the murderers who took her life away. She covers her pain with a mask of cheerful ness, because being blinded by rage can kill a soldier...but hiding pain can make you go mad.
oh im coming out of hiatus for this one. if i remember corectly i was the last one to take an active interest in frontline. christ that was a good one.
Name: Oryan Lestheala (OH-ryan LESS-thee-ay-la)
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 160 lbs
Race: decisions decisions. i thnk i'll go with Metonian
Blood Color/Hair: Red
Teranon Cube: Oryans teranon cube allows him to see in the dark. (pitch black style)
Background/Occupation:
Appearance: Medium of build, with medium length hair, pretty messily kept. Wears a battered Metonian unform with an over coat.
Personality: he is quiet, but speaks out on subjects he knows about. he is a cynic, constantly doubting everything everyone says. After the incedents of frontline, Oryan becme more trusting and open with those he knew from that time. Although he is still wary of anyone he dosent know.
Biography: never knowing his true parents, Oryan was raised as a foster child, believing that his foster parents were his real parents, he found out when he was 15 and left home. spent a year roaming untill he was picked up by the government for testing. he was enlisted into the army at the age of 16 after they discovered he had no real special blood type. he has spent the last two years going from battle to battle. he is a ferocious fighter, fighting with no emotion and utterly devoid of any regret during battles. ruthless.
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a lot of its the same as my original, i hope its all good.
Name: Oryan Lestheala (OH-ryan LESS-thee-ay-la)
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 160 lbs
Race: decisions decisions. i thnk i'll go with Metonian
Blood Color/Hair: Red
Teranon Cube: Oryans teranon cube allows him to see in the dark. (pitch black style)
Background/Occupation:
Appearance: Medium of build, with medium length hair, pretty messily kept. Wears a battered Metonian unform with an over coat.
Personality: he is quiet, but speaks out on subjects he knows about. he is a cynic, constantly doubting everything everyone says. After the incedents of frontline, Oryan becme more trusting and open with those he knew from that time. Although he is still wary of anyone he dosent know.
Biography: never knowing his true parents, Oryan was raised as a foster child, believing that his foster parents were his real parents, he found out when he was 15 and left home. spent a year roaming untill he was picked up by the government for testing. he was enlisted into the army at the age of 16 after they discovered he had no real special blood type. he has spent the last two years going from battle to battle. he is a ferocious fighter, fighting with no emotion and utterly devoid of any regret during battles. ruthless.
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a lot of its the same as my original, i hope its all good.
Phew... and I'm back. Anyway, I'm glad to see my returning RP'ers, but I'd would like to see some new people joining. I'll be posting a big update tomorrow, but let's get to some approvals.
Yume - Approved, good to see you back. A short note, you were the Science Officer when Frontline ended, so consider yourself an expert on such topics as physiology and astrometrics. If you need a refresher course, don't worry, I'll not only be reposting the basic technical details, but also feel free to PM me with any detailed questions about back information.
Erdrick - Approved. You were Head Engineer of the Tessanivona, so you have gained substantial knowledge of technological systems and techno-physics since Frontline began.
Denim - Approved, but I want you to change your profile from being a soldier to being a civilian. The Metonian/Razonian conflict isn't so much a declared war as it is a genocidal massacre/guerilla resistance. In truth, there is little to no semblance of an organized military on Metonia at this time.
Sammy - Approved, pink blood and all. Welcome back. You were Tactical Officer at the end of Frontline, so you gain advanced knowledge of combat and tactics. I'm sure you won't have trouble working that into your character.
Tsukasa - Approved. You were Chief Helmsman, so consider yourself able to pilot anything built by Metonian hands. You're also handy with a toolbox.
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That's good for now. As I said, I'll be posting a large update tomorrow, which will include more information on the following...
- Current situation on Metonia
- Current technology
- More details on the Razonians
- More information on the geography, culture, and society of Metonia itself
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There we have it. Til tomorrow.
Yume - Approved, good to see you back. A short note, you were the Science Officer when Frontline ended, so consider yourself an expert on such topics as physiology and astrometrics. If you need a refresher course, don't worry, I'll not only be reposting the basic technical details, but also feel free to PM me with any detailed questions about back information.
Erdrick - Approved. You were Head Engineer of the Tessanivona, so you have gained substantial knowledge of technological systems and techno-physics since Frontline began.
Denim - Approved, but I want you to change your profile from being a soldier to being a civilian. The Metonian/Razonian conflict isn't so much a declared war as it is a genocidal massacre/guerilla resistance. In truth, there is little to no semblance of an organized military on Metonia at this time.
Sammy - Approved, pink blood and all. Welcome back. You were Tactical Officer at the end of Frontline, so you gain advanced knowledge of combat and tactics. I'm sure you won't have trouble working that into your character.
Tsukasa - Approved. You were Chief Helmsman, so consider yourself able to pilot anything built by Metonian hands. You're also handy with a toolbox.
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That's good for now. As I said, I'll be posting a large update tomorrow, which will include more information on the following...
- Current situation on Metonia
- Current technology
- More details on the Razonians
- More information on the geography, culture, and society of Metonia itself
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There we have it. Til tomorrow.
Ok, new week, new update. And for this week's update, I have expanded on Frontline's ending, in order to tie up loose ends. Here ya go.
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Just before the final offensive of the war, the Sio-Tyonia finally managed to break through the Metonians' defense line and assaulted Metonia directly. The resulting battle was disasterous. Nearly half of the remaining Metonian military was destroyed, and nearly 50 million civilians perished from orbital strikes and ground assaults. It took 6 months to fight the Sio-Tyonia back to the point where Metonia could commit all of its' remaining forces to the final strike against Mahn-Hown...
~Personal Journal Entry - Siantel Fientos - GD 14-23-624
We are quickly approaching the coordinates of the Dimensional Tear with a force of nearly 200 vessels, the remainder of the Metonian Armada. Sensor readings of the location defy physics and logic. All visual recon reports the appearance of a black hole, but our sensors are detecting hints of oxygen, nitrogen, and hydrogen emitting from the location, all of which indicate the presence of a habitable planet. I can only expect that this will be but a small part of the trickery this bastard creation has in store for us, but I refuse to be wary. I WILL see this through. This war WILL come to an end...
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Once the fleet had arrived their destination, a horrible screaming noise filled the heads of the Metonians. But this was nothing compared to what they saw. A monstrous being, nearly 1,000 miles wide and 500 miles tall, levitated in space, as if lying in wait. With that, one of the largest space battles in recorded history began. The very fabric of space-time itself could be seen rippling as the psionics of the Metonians and of Mahn-Hown clashed in a brilliant display of pure will...
The fighting continued for 3 days.
At the end of the third day, there were but a handful of Metonian vessels left, and Mahn-Hown itself was horribly disfigured and maimed. Suddenly, the entity retreated into the black hole, and there was silence. It was Siental Fientos, acting Admiral of the Metonian Armada, who made the order for all ships to follow into the black hole. Then, something no one could have explained or expected happened...
As the ships crossed the event horizon, the personnel inside found themselves not on their ships, but standing upon a fertile plain, a grassland, broken only by a single stone monument. It was a small force of only about 2 dozen that had appeared in the pocket realm, including the senior crew of the Tessanivona.
As they approached the stone monument, they could see a human-sized figure kneeling at the base of the altar, as if to pray. The figure then rose and faced them, and the true face of Mahn-Hown could finally be seen... a Metonian with flowing silver hair, nearly 7 feet tall, and wielding a massive psyblade, nearly 10 feet long.
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Metonian Historical Records - GD 14-26-624 - Last Words of Mahn-Hown, Bane of Metonia
"Beings of Metonia, you know me as Mahn-Hown the Fallen. For the last 2 centuries, I have guided my creations, the Sio-Tyonia, in a bloody campaign of destruction against you for only one purpose.
Revenge.
214 years ago, I was taken from my home on Heris IV at the age of 7, because it had been uncovered by the government that I had been born with Platinum-colored Blood, which had never before been documented.
I was taken from my parents, my home, and my life, and imprisoned within an 8 foot glass box as scientists performed test after test upon me, trying to decepher my unique genetic code. They never had the chance to finish.
In my 9'th year of captivity, a latent power awakened within me, and suddenly, I realized that I now held the power to free myself from the hell I was in.
The resulting cataclysm completely annihiliated the planet upon which the military science facility was located. And as I floated in space, encapsulated in a psionic cocoon, I knew nothing but fury and rage. I unleashed my power, and it had 3 results.
First, it blew a hole in the space-time continuum, resulting in the Dimensional Abyss that we now stand in. It was my own little piece of the universe, to shape as I saw fit. For the longest time, it reflected my soul, a land of fire and fury, uninhabitable to any but myself.
Second, it granted me even more power. The chaotic release of my power compounded upon itself infinitively, resulting in an endless source of power for me to feed upon. The monument we stand upon now, is the physical manifestation of my psionic nexus, the source of my strength.
Third, it resulted in the creation of a new race of beings, the Sio-Tyonia. Savage creatures, they were made to feed upon havoc and death, and used it to multiply and spread like a plague. In my fury, I released them upon the universe, to bring ruin to all who crossed their path.
However, as this conflict now approaches its' bicentennial, I have found myself weary. Weary of conflict, weary of hate, weary of my existence. The Dimensional Abyss now reflects this. However, the Sio-Tyonia have grown beyond my control, and I believe the damage that I have inflicted upon your race, OUR race, is irreversible. It is in this belief that I consider my revenge complete.
And so, I ask of you, end my life!! Bring ruin to what I have created and return the universe to what it should be!!"
-----
With that, the final survivors of the Metonian military entered into combat against the greatest foe of the universe. It was a climactic battle, during which it was reported that the surroundings in which the survivors fought shifted with the demeanor of Mahn-Hown. Then, finally, after hours of battle, Mahn-Hown fell before the determination of the Metonians. Suddenly, the survivors found themselves back aboard their ships, looking out at the Dimensional Abyss as it began to collapse upon itself. Finally, the entrance sealed shut, and a mighty shockwave blew out from the focal point, damaging the ships that surrounded it, but continued outward across the galaxy, and wherever the shockwave passed, the Sio-Tyonia burst into flames and faded from existance, their link to this universe severed.
However, the shockwave also had another, horrific effect. For ages, there had been a belief among Metonians that in a parallel dimension, existed shadow versions of themselves. For every one Metonian, so was born one shadow being. This was dismissed as lunacy by the scientific community, until just recently, as the Shadow-world of Metonia was torn from its' parallel dimension by the shockwave, and was brought to this dimension.
Thus, the Razonians came into being...
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And that, folks, is where we stand now. Hopefully, this has tied up any loose ends that we have had hanging around, and answers any questions left over about the storyline. At least I hope it did. It was a pain to write, what with the headache I'm rocking right now. Anyway, I know I promised you a bit more, but don't worry, there's still a week or two before the IC goes up. Mainly because I want to see a few more people joining. So join up people!!
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Just before the final offensive of the war, the Sio-Tyonia finally managed to break through the Metonians' defense line and assaulted Metonia directly. The resulting battle was disasterous. Nearly half of the remaining Metonian military was destroyed, and nearly 50 million civilians perished from orbital strikes and ground assaults. It took 6 months to fight the Sio-Tyonia back to the point where Metonia could commit all of its' remaining forces to the final strike against Mahn-Hown...
~Personal Journal Entry - Siantel Fientos - GD 14-23-624
We are quickly approaching the coordinates of the Dimensional Tear with a force of nearly 200 vessels, the remainder of the Metonian Armada. Sensor readings of the location defy physics and logic. All visual recon reports the appearance of a black hole, but our sensors are detecting hints of oxygen, nitrogen, and hydrogen emitting from the location, all of which indicate the presence of a habitable planet. I can only expect that this will be but a small part of the trickery this bastard creation has in store for us, but I refuse to be wary. I WILL see this through. This war WILL come to an end...
-----
Once the fleet had arrived their destination, a horrible screaming noise filled the heads of the Metonians. But this was nothing compared to what they saw. A monstrous being, nearly 1,000 miles wide and 500 miles tall, levitated in space, as if lying in wait. With that, one of the largest space battles in recorded history began. The very fabric of space-time itself could be seen rippling as the psionics of the Metonians and of Mahn-Hown clashed in a brilliant display of pure will...
The fighting continued for 3 days.
At the end of the third day, there were but a handful of Metonian vessels left, and Mahn-Hown itself was horribly disfigured and maimed. Suddenly, the entity retreated into the black hole, and there was silence. It was Siental Fientos, acting Admiral of the Metonian Armada, who made the order for all ships to follow into the black hole. Then, something no one could have explained or expected happened...
As the ships crossed the event horizon, the personnel inside found themselves not on their ships, but standing upon a fertile plain, a grassland, broken only by a single stone monument. It was a small force of only about 2 dozen that had appeared in the pocket realm, including the senior crew of the Tessanivona.
As they approached the stone monument, they could see a human-sized figure kneeling at the base of the altar, as if to pray. The figure then rose and faced them, and the true face of Mahn-Hown could finally be seen... a Metonian with flowing silver hair, nearly 7 feet tall, and wielding a massive psyblade, nearly 10 feet long.
-----
Metonian Historical Records - GD 14-26-624 - Last Words of Mahn-Hown, Bane of Metonia
"Beings of Metonia, you know me as Mahn-Hown the Fallen. For the last 2 centuries, I have guided my creations, the Sio-Tyonia, in a bloody campaign of destruction against you for only one purpose.
Revenge.
214 years ago, I was taken from my home on Heris IV at the age of 7, because it had been uncovered by the government that I had been born with Platinum-colored Blood, which had never before been documented.
I was taken from my parents, my home, and my life, and imprisoned within an 8 foot glass box as scientists performed test after test upon me, trying to decepher my unique genetic code. They never had the chance to finish.
In my 9'th year of captivity, a latent power awakened within me, and suddenly, I realized that I now held the power to free myself from the hell I was in.
The resulting cataclysm completely annihiliated the planet upon which the military science facility was located. And as I floated in space, encapsulated in a psionic cocoon, I knew nothing but fury and rage. I unleashed my power, and it had 3 results.
First, it blew a hole in the space-time continuum, resulting in the Dimensional Abyss that we now stand in. It was my own little piece of the universe, to shape as I saw fit. For the longest time, it reflected my soul, a land of fire and fury, uninhabitable to any but myself.
Second, it granted me even more power. The chaotic release of my power compounded upon itself infinitively, resulting in an endless source of power for me to feed upon. The monument we stand upon now, is the physical manifestation of my psionic nexus, the source of my strength.
Third, it resulted in the creation of a new race of beings, the Sio-Tyonia. Savage creatures, they were made to feed upon havoc and death, and used it to multiply and spread like a plague. In my fury, I released them upon the universe, to bring ruin to all who crossed their path.
However, as this conflict now approaches its' bicentennial, I have found myself weary. Weary of conflict, weary of hate, weary of my existence. The Dimensional Abyss now reflects this. However, the Sio-Tyonia have grown beyond my control, and I believe the damage that I have inflicted upon your race, OUR race, is irreversible. It is in this belief that I consider my revenge complete.
And so, I ask of you, end my life!! Bring ruin to what I have created and return the universe to what it should be!!"
-----
With that, the final survivors of the Metonian military entered into combat against the greatest foe of the universe. It was a climactic battle, during which it was reported that the surroundings in which the survivors fought shifted with the demeanor of Mahn-Hown. Then, finally, after hours of battle, Mahn-Hown fell before the determination of the Metonians. Suddenly, the survivors found themselves back aboard their ships, looking out at the Dimensional Abyss as it began to collapse upon itself. Finally, the entrance sealed shut, and a mighty shockwave blew out from the focal point, damaging the ships that surrounded it, but continued outward across the galaxy, and wherever the shockwave passed, the Sio-Tyonia burst into flames and faded from existance, their link to this universe severed.
However, the shockwave also had another, horrific effect. For ages, there had been a belief among Metonians that in a parallel dimension, existed shadow versions of themselves. For every one Metonian, so was born one shadow being. This was dismissed as lunacy by the scientific community, until just recently, as the Shadow-world of Metonia was torn from its' parallel dimension by the shockwave, and was brought to this dimension.
Thus, the Razonians came into being...
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And that, folks, is where we stand now. Hopefully, this has tied up any loose ends that we have had hanging around, and answers any questions left over about the storyline. At least I hope it did. It was a pain to write, what with the headache I'm rocking right now. Anyway, I know I promised you a bit more, but don't worry, there's still a week or two before the IC goes up. Mainly because I want to see a few more people joining. So join up people!!
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