Creating a Moba plot.

[Godzillarich]

The main objective of this game is to mirror how moba’s handle their lore. With each new introduce character adding a new piece of lore with them.

The basic steps of this game are straightforward. You create a character and lore around them. And that lore becomes part of the universe. You are allowed to connect your characters back story with any other previous characters made in this thread as long as it doesn’t contradict there sheet. (in fact it’s encouraged, helps makes the world feel connected).

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Character name: (the name and the title of your character)

Nation: (what nation are they from)

Fantasy race:(what race does he character belong to, if you’re the person creating this race, describe it)

Affiliated group if any: (if their part of a group what are they)

Back story: (self-explanatory)

Description: (what does your character look like)

Special abilities (what can your character do)

Affiliation with other characters: (simply if you want your character to have history with another one then briefly writing it here, also if someone later down the list add your character you can edit your sheet to add something about their character.)

One last thing at the bottom of this post will be a list keeping track of the characters, nations, races, and groups that will constantly be updated.

If you have any further questions I will gladly answer them. now let's see what we can create.

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Stephanie. Aru, Trace Backster, Rose, Tar, The last Inventor, Zucneh, Fadil Allessar

Nations: Jurassica, Republic of Ragosa, Satellite L27S95, Genesis

races: Dinosaurs, Moai, Human, Zahra, Smil, The Inventors

Groups: The True Masters, Spacer News Radio, The Gods, Genesis Empire

[Godzillarich]

Character name: Stephanie, The Elite Soldier of the True Masters

Nation: jurassica

Fantasy race: Dinosaurs, quite straightforward. Come in many different, sizes and species that are United as the nation of Jurassica.

Affiliated group if any: True Masters: a group that wants to takeover the world and bring about order through law at the price of freedom through terrorism.

Backstory: Stephanie was a proud civilian of her great kingdom. When the great war began she instantly volunteered in the fight. The war went on for 10 years but sadly for Stephanie she couldn’t carry her country to victory and they were defeated. The next five years of her life was spent poor as the country descended into shambles thanks to the victors of the last war sucking her country dry. She was angry, and she wanted to return her people to their former glory. A chance came when she came across the group the true masters. A secret cabal group who wanted to bring a new world order and bring a upon a utopia and punish those who bring the world down. She joined and quickly climbed the ranks becoming one of the most dubious masterminds of the organization.

Description: A styracosaurus

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Special abilities: Simply put the same as a styracosaurus would have. She's also extremely crafty, and a lot of her political power plays have simply been manipulation.

Affiliation with other characters:

Fadil Allessar:
has caused quite a bit of trouble for the organization. Stephanie personally has engaged in combat with this pterosaur a few times. Most of them ending in drawls

The Last Inventor:
has never seen the boss and has no idea of his true goals

Tar:
the Emperor's number one on his hit list, seeing what his war cost her people.

Ross:
has try to recruit Rose, Rose has declined but Stephanie will keep a close eye on her

[brian 333]

Fadil Allessar
Mercenary

Pterosaur of the Inland Sea whose exploits have earned him fame/infamy among the soldiers of the True Masters. Some time ago he was wounded during a grenade attack on a supply convoy guarded by the elite guards battalion of the true masters leaving him with horrific and very recognizable scars on his left wing membrane. Since that time he has held a grudge against the elites, going above and beyond the call of duty to harass and inflict damage on them in preference to other troops.

As a mercenary he is not officially aligned with any faction, and he usually specializes in surgical strike missions in coordination with or under the direction of factions other than the True Masters, whom he despises.

Stephanie caused his wing to become scarred during a failed infiltration mission. While Fadil claims business is business, he is willing to make an exception in her case. She has all too often been the cause of the failure of his carefully crafted schemes.

He is a regular customer of the inventors who offer him prototype items for field testing. Most recently a lightweight web garment has been developed which strengthens his wing membranes without interfering with their flight characteristics. It was intended originally to prevent re-injury of the scar, but it has proven to augment his agility.

[The JoJo]

Aru and the Republic of Ragosa

In the far east, or perhaps the west to some, lies the tiny islet of Ragosa. Crumbling statues suggest a much longer history, but the story of the Republic began with the arrival of a group of mutineers from the Prettanian Navy, and a number of native women who they had abducted from the nearby island of Teneu. A hasty declaration of independence was drafted and sent back to Prettania, where it was promptly never seen or heard of again. Whether this because the Prettanians considered the island too unimportant to bother retaking, or because the message never actually made it back in the first place, is unclear. Nevertheless, victory in the "war of independence", the primary casualties having been two crates of ale and a mutineer who stubbed his toe while signing the declaration, is still celebrated with fevour in Ragosa to this day.

Despite these dramatic beginnings, the Republic of Ragosa has evolved into sleepy statelet with little involvement in world affairs. Its primary industries are fishing, guano mining, and the building of model ships. In recent years Ragosa has raised further revenue by offering private offshore banking to international clients, which in turn has led to claims that various armed groups, including the True Masters, are using the island as a convenient vehicle for money laundering. The Ragosan government stringently denies these allegations.

There remains a tradition, which supposedly was started by the women of Teneu. Every year, the Ragosans will proceed up to the highest point of the island, where in turn they will make offerings to Aru, King of the Moai. The great statue, who for every other day of the year will silently listen to any who wish to share secrets with him, will on this day only offer advice of his own. Sometimes it is practical, more often it is obscure and hard to decipher. The islanders prefer the latter, as it gives them something to chew over and debate for weeks afterwards.

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Name: Aru

Nation: Republic of Ragosa

Fantasy race: Moai

Affiliated group, if any: Moai

Backstory: The origin of Aru is shrouded in mystery, beyond that he has stood on the same spot of the island since the arrival of the first colonists. Given his appearance, it is presumed that he and the other Moai were created by an ancient South Seas people who later left Ragosa in search of better fishing territory... or went extinct.

Description: Aru is a thirty foot high block of volcanic rock, carved into the stylised form of a human figure. The disproportionate size of his and other Moai's heads has led to a common misconception that they are only a head and shoulders. As with most Moai, much of the truncated lower part of his body is concealed underground. Even by Moai standards, Aru has a reputation for being particularly stern in both appearance and mannerisms.

Moai very rarely move, but in times of extreme need, appear to have a way of doing so. There is still debate among experts exactly how this achieved, however, what is clear is that if a Moai falls over, they are incapable of lifting themselves up again. When this occurs on Ragosa, the islanders will gather together to put the statue back in its original spot. This has led to speculation from some outsiders that despite the Ragosan claims to the contrary, movement of the Moai may be entirely human-aided.

Special abilities: Giving cryptic advice.

Relationship to other characters: To be decided

[Godzillarich]

(if you're wondering I wrote these while back, that's how was able to post them this quickly)
Character name: Rose, The Divine Protector of Genesis.

Nation: Genesis

Fantasy race: Zahra

Affiliated group if any: the Gods

Backstory: started off the last piece of life that survived the onslaught of Genesis by the Inventors. Her father, the powerful God Bolt became attached to her, but like most life-forms she was eventually succumbing to old age. Not wanting to let the flower rot Bolt imbued it with magical powers gave life to Rose. Millennium past of peace until the great evil that wants to threaten them return to take their world. The inventor's planned to exterminate all life on what they saw as a weak planet and remake it into there glorious image. Bolt and the other gods succeeded and stopping them but at the cost of their own lives. After that day Rose became more distant from the people of Genesis, eventually disappearing into Legend.

Unfortunately after many centuries of relative peace a Madman came to the throne of Genesis. He not only suppress the people of Genesis but thanks to magical artifacts he found was able to take over nearly half the planet. Subjugating and at worst Exterminating all that they conquered in what is known as the Great War. After millennium of isolation she know she must help her people in their time of need.

Description: the humanoid looking figure that is made up of various Vines. The only other color on her is her eyes which give off a goldish glow. And the flower head on the top of her hair that looks like a rose bud.

Special abilities: gifted from her father, Rose has the ability to use the power of nature itself against her enemies, from plants to the weather.

Affiliation with other characters:

Stephanie:
Rose has heard a lot about this “True Master” organization. Why they oppose the mad King of Genesis she does not particularly approve of their methods. Particularly how they view “the inferior ones”

Aru:
The Moai are An old friend of Rose, She came came to the island with Bolt every year to hear their wisdom. Bolt had told her millennialim ago that the Moai had existed longer than even the gods. She had come to Aru for help in stopping Tar.

Trace Backster:
One of her weirder experiences, when Trace heard about Rose he contacted her for an interview. The reasons for this are twofold, first her mere presence proves that at least one religion exists and that is great news coverage and two Trace hated everything about the Tar so they felt like they could agree on a lot. They had a really pleasant interview that revealed Roses existence to the whole world.

Tar:
Rose will stop at nothing to see that madman head on a silver platter. Especially for how he treated all Non-Smil civilians and the bloodshed he committed during the great war

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Character name: God Emperor Tar Nero, ruler of the mortal plane and the heavens

Nation: Genesis

Fantasy race: Smil

Affiliated group if any: Genesis Empire

Backstory: Tar was a pathetic man growing up. An orphan and a drunker, we spent most of his life being a petty criminal. One day that changed when he was betrayed by his fellow partners and phone into a dark chasm. Somehow and unfortunately he survived and made the most ridiculously lucky find of his life. The helmets and spear of Bolt’s champion. Long time ago it was created by Bolt as a gift the king of Genesis. The helmet and spear granted the user fantastic powers that rivaled even demigods. It was lost to history (one insane theory is that a multidimensional king took it to conquer the multi-verse but of course that’s the stupid)

He saw his calling. Bolt seem to have given him these items and with that he will lead Genesis into a new age of glory. He overthrew the old government. He took away the rights and liberties of all non-Smil citizens and reduce them to nothing more than slaves. And then cause the great war destroying the economies and lives of many countries. With what he sees as his divine right he will stop at nothing to conquer the world.

Description: a humanoid sabertooth cat with light brown for and to saber teeth protruding out of this mouth. He is nicely armored in gold as he wears his sacred helmet on his head and carries his spear around 24 seven

The helmet looks a bit robotic in nature ( Tale proclaim is that it is made from the remains of one of the Inventors monsters) with a charcoal black -looking metal frame and a single red eye that works as a visor for the wearer.

A spear made almost entirely of vines with the tip of it with the tip using a tooth from a sleigh demon.

Special abilities: the helmet allows for psychic powers like levitation and my control. The spear is able to control the weather.

Affiliation with other characters:

Rose:
He does not believe this simple Zahra is the real demigod. However if she he sees her as a traitor to Bolts vision. Either way a problem that will be dealt with.

Stephanie:
The True Masters are mostly insignificant but annoying, he knows of one of the more successful members, Stephanie. He sees her as the only thing that makes the True Masters and even a remote threat. She currently has one of the highest bounties on ahead.

Trace Backster:
There is no creature he hates more than Trace. Once he won the Great War Trace invited him for special interview. Tar came on to talk about normal stuff like how freedom was a joke and all races are inferior but Trace had the gall to make fun of him and humiliated him. Trace is currently the most wanted man in Genesis and Tar has seriously considered blasting Trace’s satellite out of the sky.
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Character name: The last Inventor

Nation: A forgotten world

Fantasy race: The Inventors

Affiliated group if any: The True Masters, (formally) The Inventors

Backstory: A survivor of a long forgotten race, the perfect race. A race that created what these insignificant worms called Gods. Creatures that try to bring perfection to the entire universe. His race was sadly destroyed by those treacherous “Gods” when they attempted to purify this planet of its cancer. But one individual survived, The Last Inventor. Over the millennium The Last Inventor has been biding his time, waiting for these imperfect creatures to advance enough. That time is nearly come, and with his group The True Masters he will make his will finish what his race started.

Description: a pure glowing white energy being that takes the form of a vaguely humanlike form.

Special abilities: while the creature is quite frail it has two advantages, one it’s a brilliant inventor with a keen intellect and two having the power to subtly manipulate people. It isn’t for on mind control but it makes it easier to manipulate people especially those going through pain or stress.

Affiliation with other characters:

Stephanie:
in inferior creature in the Inventors Mind but a useful one and one of it’s most useful underlings. Like most of the organizations members she has no idea of her true boss’s intentions.

Ross:
A putrid mess along with the rest of her race. The only thing that will make her useful is the power she gained from the gods.

Tar:
a complete idiot but once again a useful idiots. His blind conquests makes people angry. As such it makes them easy to manipulate.

Trace Backster:
A recent snag. Apparently trace has started to piece together the web that the inventors spinning. If he exposes the inventor’s identity it could cause some issues. This monkey will need to be dealt with.

Fadil Allessar:
Wow once again an insignificant creature he is good at least keeping his minions on their toes. Frequently has been selling weapons to this pterosaur, a perfect test for Stephanie.
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Character name: Zucneh

Nation: ???

Fantasy race:???

Affiliated group if any: ???

Backstory: not much is known of Zucneh. He was a being said to be older than the gods. Legends say they once ruled this planet with an iron fist and then disappeared for some reason. Zucneh himself was found imprisoned in a cave in the backwater of Genesis. Tar in his infinite wisdom freed the beast and use his helmet to mind control it. Zucneh proved himself very useful and was a key component of winning the great war. But unbeknownst to Tar, Zucneh was far too powerful to be mind control but Zucneh was played along because it found use in the mad Emperor. He could be useful in freeing the rest of his kin.

Description:

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About 300 feet tall

Special abilities: it has many tentacles and claws, it is super durable, can regenerate, shoot lasers out of its eyes and is able to mentally mess with the minds of others.

Affiliation with other characters:

Tar:
an easily to manipulate fool. He’s been subtly manipulating him. Step-by-step closer to freeing his kin.

Aru:
Zicneh has a long history with the Moai, especially Aru who was personally responsible for ceiling him in that cave to begin with

(if you're wondering who Trace Backster is, I have a friend who will be posting him up soon.)

[Demonjazz]

Name: Trace Backster
Nation: Satellite L27S95
Fantasy Race: Human. You know 'em, you love 'em, and you probably are one.
Affiliated Group if Any: Spacer News Radio, and various other journalistic groups, nations, companies, and people.
Back Story:
"Hey Space fans, reporting from high orbit as always. It's your host Trace Backster from Spacer News Radio. Wherever you may be or whatever language you may be listening in. Here at Spacer News Radio we are dedicated to bringing you the unbiased truth, and the best that humanity has to offer in art, music, debate, interview, technology, and everything in between."
These were the words that greeted million of ears as Trace Backster did his 'morning' broadcast. (There's not really much of a morning in space, but he based his schedule on his home town in Arkansas).
Originally Trace Backster was just a man born with a deep fascination with space and of deep sentiment. Poet, musician, philosopher, and of course esteemed astronomer, technician, biologist, and engineer. It all seemed to come quite easy to him and he was about to also be one of the first people to personally visit Mars thanks to his contributions to the space program.
That was until he was told that this was going to fall through. Their funding was diverted towards the military to help "Combat terrorism". They only had enough budget to get halfway to Mars.
Trace Backster was absolutely furious. Going on national television to broadcast his disappointment. The eloquent, and darling scientist of the world known for his folksy wisdom was taking the nation by storm as he ranted about what colonizing Mars meant, he ranted of truth, of peace, of liberty, and the heights that humanity could reach until one day he unveiled that he would be launching a satellite into space as a sovereign nation dedicated to the ideals that made him want to become an astronaut in the first place.
That was the start of Spacer News Radio,. a vast interconnected network of reporters across the world that all reported to the new nation of Satellite L27S95 along with various translators of his program, media workers, and many other communication experts to allow Trace to report to Earth.
Description: Trace gives off the air of a Southern Gentleman, and Renaissance Man. Someone who could just as easily talk of quantum theory as he could of the quality of lemonade (He often talks about how much he misses Earth food). While he may have been far wealthier than others, he always gave off the air of someone of the people with his often messy black hair, and rather plain face. Though most only know the man by his soothing voice over the radio.
Special abilities: Lives in a satellite and can contact almost anywhere on Earth given his satellite is overhead. Incredibly skilled in various areas of science, humanities, an omniglot, and of course a skilled astronaut. He also has Space News Radio of course and all of the affiliated members across the Earth.
Affiliation with other characters: He's covered most everyone of importance on his News Radio at some point or another. He's often brought on Chad Atlas to his program admiring his feats of green technology though he's had disagreements with theories on individualism has worked with him in the past to help fund Spacer News Radio.

[Garjel_blah]

Character name: Chad Atlas, wind turbine technician

Nation: the United Anarchy of Antarctica

Fantasy race: the Galt
A race of statuesque humans. Highly individualistic and motivated, expecting no forgiveness from their contemporaries and proffering none. When you stare into their eyes, flat and blank and lightly oxidised, it is to find only a meritocratic estimation of your own reflection staring back.

Affiliated group if any: the League of Sustainable Libertarians

Back story: Single-handedly, Chad Atlas holds up the sky with his wind turbines.
Though he is a citizen of the Antarctican Anarchy, Chad has spent his life wandering the globe, independently constructing and repairing wind turbines. He has shown time and time again his proficiency at the trade, perfected over years of dedicated study and hard work. Sometimes he barters his skills with those who need it, and sometimes he uses them to power his own interests. Whatever the reason, every wind turbine he erects stands as a monument to his personal achievement, and through his own determination makes the whole world a greater place.

Description: a bronze-skinned Galt, with clean-chiseled features and toned muscles, his hair styled in a fixed side-part comb-over. When he's working (which is always) he tends to dress with the practicality of the blue collar worker, his style hinting at the Wild Wests of old.

Special abilities: HUGE DETERMINATION - also he's made of metal

Affiliation with other characters:

Chad trialled a pair of mega-turbines for the dino-folk of Jurassica. They towered above the prehistoric tree tops, a whopping 546m tall, producing enough power to provide for the entire, relatively low-tech nation. That was until, on the 9th of November, two passenger-pterodayls were highjacked by a terrorist organisation - the True Masters - and collided with the Twin Turbines. Chad was there when the structures collapsed, barely surviving the tonnes of his own steel beams that crashed down around him. Ever since that day, known from then on as 9/11, Chad has resented the True Masters for destroying his magnum opus, as well as their general lack of a NAP.

Chad was invited to an interview with Trace Backster on 'Spacer News Radio". He spoke to the satellite broadcaster by telephone, discussing a number of topics; his involvement with the League of Sustainable Libertarians, the geo-politics of the United Anarchy and its war against Genesis, and even the popular conspiracy theory that "Chad did 9/11" (naturally he denied this).

Chad crossed paths with the pterosaur Fadil Allessar shortly after the events of 9/11. In a rare moment of dependency, Chad asked the mercenary to assist with the disaster relief following the collapse of the Twin Turbines, on the grounds that they both bore a grudge against the villainous True Masters.

Chad once visited Aru in the Republic of Ragosa. It is thought that the Galt and the Moui are related entities, being similarly animated statues. When Aru awoke, Chad had this to say to the godlike being:
"You expect me to ask a question of you? Well, you might as well return to your hibernation. I need no guidance, not from any man or god, for I am self-determined. My wind turbines are unparalleled in design, across all the civilisations of this planet, and any wind turbine innovations will be gleaned from my own insights, or from the pressures of the free market to innovate. What room is there for your authority in such a rigorous competition between men? I believe there's none."
Aru's response, after a brief delay:
"Yes, I expect you to ask a question of me."
Before returning to his slumber.

[Godzillarich]

Name: Draft Backster

Nation: Satellite L27S95

Fantasy Race: Human.

Affiliated Group if Any: Spacer News Radio, and various other journalistic groups, nations, companies, and people.

Backstory: When Trace was setting up Space News Radio his parents asked him if they could babysit his 10-year-old sister name Drift Backster, Trace begrudgingly agreed. As he was doing his news segment drift unexpectedly came in, taking a keen entrance in his show and Trace kindly kicked her off the set but unexpectedly the audience grew attached to this 10-year-old girl demanding her to reappear. After a while Trace finally relented and gave her an interview show where she goes to different places on the planet to ask people various questions. It took off and became a regular segment.

Description: A 10-year-old little girl with long black hair and brown eyes. Where is a little black dress and a bow on ahead. She has a high-pitched voice cute voice.

Special abilities: her cuteness is so powerful it can melt the hearts of even the most heartless individuals. Also like her brother she’s also really good at investigations. While she’s in the spaceship she uses a little camera bot to interview people on the planet that she calls M.I.C

Affiliation with other characters:


Trace Backster:
They have a very complicated relationship. Trace knows full damn well Draft purposely try to get her own segment. She always used her cute looks to get what she wanted, He always saw her as the manipulative type. He also sees her segments as destroying the integrity of this show. Draft on the other hand sees Trace as a glory hound who does stuff for only his own personal glory. She sees his annoyance with “destroying the integrity of the show” as simply him being jealous. Despite that they’re both still family and love each other deep down.

The Last Inventor and Stephanie:
Like her brother, Draft has been investigating the True Masters Leaders identity. At one point the inventor ordered Stephanie to kill Draft. Stephanie nearly succeeded but Fortunately she found Draft too adorable to her to hurt, as such she lie to her superiors about failing the catcher. Draft never knew she was even endanger.

[The JoJo]

Name: Roger Alexiou

Nation: Union of Arkansas by birth, Jurassica by naturalisation

Fantasy race: Human

Affiliated group, if any: International Monetary Taskforce

Backstory: Although born in Arkansas, a small settler nation to the southwest of Jurassica, Roger has spent most of his adult life in the dinosaur state. A chartered accountant, turned inspector for the IMT, he made a name for himself in a high profile investigation into embezzled Prettanian government funds, which led to a number of high profile figures, including a prime minister, stepping down. He won further plaudits for a complex case of tax evasion involving Antarctica and several smaller states. It was after 9/11, however, that perhaps his greatest investigation was to begin.

With the Jurassican authorities tracing funds used by the True Masters back to the tiny Republic of Ragosa, a diplomatic crisis quickly brewed. Jurassica and a number of its allies, including Prettania and Arkansas, pushed for stiff sanctions against the island. Antarctica and Teneu, meanwhile, defended Ragosa's right to conduct business freely and cited lack of evidence of wrongdoing. Eventually, the two sides reached a compromise: the IMT would be allowed to conduct a full investigation and report back in no more than six months. Roger and a crack team of accountants therefore set off to Ragosa, ready to undercover the truth. What they would find on the small island would exceed even their wildest expectations.

Description: Understated, in a word. The sort of clean-shaven, suit-wearing forty-something who wouldn't look out of place at a business meeting or in an office. At a glance, one would most likely take note of his oversized nose and thick-rimmed glasses.

Special abilities: Roger can recite the entire tax code of seven sovereign nations from memory. He is also a special expert on double taxation treaties, and has been personally involved in drafting several.

Relationship to other characters: A case file on Stephanie, among many others, lies on Roger's desk. It hasn't been read thoroughly yet.

Roger encountered Chad briefly during his investigation in Antarctica. The two did not leave on the best of terms.

[Godzillarich]

Do you hear their voices


Character name: The Mad One

Nation: ???

Fantasy race: Smil

Affiliated group if any: None

Backstory: MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP! THEY ARE COMING! THE FIRST ONE HAS RETURN! AND THE OTHERS ARE NOT FAR BEHIND! I have existed for far longer than most, even the gods. Those things once ruled this world until they were sealed a way. But this is the beginning of the end. They will soon all be free unless we put that thing back where it belonged! THE END TIMES ARE COMING

Description: a cat person wearing nothing but a toga, only has one eye and one sabertooth.

Special abilities: Screams a lot, and despite his insanity he is actually extremely knowledgeable.

Affiliation with other characters:

Tar and Zucneh: I beg the Emperor to seal that thing away but he called me mad and throw me into the dungeon. I eventually escaped, I must try to seal away this darkness. No matter how impossible it is I must at least try.

[brian 333]

Rrrrrt-popclick

An Atlantic dolphin who was cyberneticly enhanced by Dexxo Petrochemicals in order to perform undersea pipeline and drill rig inspection and maintenance.

He has access to several external rigs with various functions. His deep dive rig allows him to spend several hours beneath the surface by incorporating a rebreather and an oxygen supplement. His power rig grants him high speed propulsion. His grappler rig enables him to use a pair of powerful arms, and his technician rig enables his use of many appendages designed for specific tasks from underwater welding to cable splicing.

Rrrrrt has determined that his participation in undersea exploitation is unethical, and has terminated his employment with Dexxo. The board of governors of Dexxo have invested quite a bit in the "Flipper" project, and want him, and his gear, back.

To maintain his freedom Rrrrrt has become an ecoterrorist, sabotaging Dexxo operations and shipping in creative ways. He once built cybernetic links which he attached to eight tankers which overrode their computers, causing them to circle in the northern Sargasso Sea until their fuel tanks ran dry.

He does not associate with any other cetaceans, but bounty hunters continually seek out dolphin pods under the belief that they can find him that way. When Rrrrrt encounters bounty hunters or whale hunters of any kind, his practical jokes turn deadly. Against their kind he is savagely merciless.

[The JoJo]

Put together a quick map, based on the locations mentioned so far:



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Apologies to Satellite L27S95 :-P

Like the rest of the world we're building, this map is only a work-in-progress. Space has intentionally been left in some places for new lands, for example to the north-east of Jurassica, or the island to the west of Genesis. Carry on letting your imagination run wild, and I'll find a way to squeeze them in, by retcon if need be.

[Godzillarich]

Character name: The Great Andrew, The Unstoppable businessman

Nation: formally the United Anarchy of Antarctica, currently Genesis

Fantasy race: the Galt

Affiliated group if any: The League of Sustainable Libertarians, the Genesis empire

Backstory: “Business is business” is Andrews motto. Once a simple low class nomad, he made a name for himself with his robotics. One of the most notable achievements with being able to build robotic limbs for disabled people like arms and legs and even replacing vital organs. However Andrew only gave these out to the highest bidder and didn’t really give a crap if they couldn’t give them money.

During the great war he started out on Antarctica side, however even with Antarctica lax laws there was still so much he wanted to do. Then the Emperor came knocking and promised him unlimited funding and zero wary about his morally questionable deeds. As such he switch sides. It was nothing really personal against his own people, after all “business is business”

Description: A Galt made of gold. Where is a business suit with a red tie and black sunglasses.

Special abilities: HUGE DETERMINATION, if he can make money off it he won’t even hesitate to help - also he's made of metal. He also has no loyalty whatsoever, and pretty much plays everyone to make the most money.

Affiliation with other characters:

The True Master: despite the fact of being enemies, Andrew secretly been selling various equipment to them. One his most amoral acts involved selling blueprints of the Twin wind turbines, eating in their attack.

Fadil Allessar: A mercenary that he’s hired on various occasions.

Republic of Ragosa: has been trying to buy the islands to make it a resort, his plan mostly consist of destroying the Moai, enslave the inhabitants and cut them most of the trees. Interestingly the government officials have refused. He’s pretty sure he has enough money to buy it, his best guesses there just waiting for more money.

Genesis Empire: The only side he openly works with, the Emperor is annoying but he allows me a lot of free test subjects.

Trace and Draft: Has printed bad stuff about Andrew. He has offered them a bribe to keep the mouth shut but for some odd reason they didn’t take the money. Which is weird seeing as it was more money than they ever would see in the lives.

Chad Atlas: Was once his best friend. Unfortunately when he talked to Clad about working with Genesis. it was weird because it would simply make the more money but for some reason he found in his own words, “appalling.” While Andrew likes to say he takes nothing personally he did not take too kindly to this betrayal. Selling the plans to his great wind turbine to the true masters at a surprisingly small fee.

Roger Alexiou: Roger has been attempting to bring me down, for once again he’s one of these insane people who thinks he can get more money out of me because he refuses to take THE GODDAMN BRIBE!

Rrrrrt-popclick: Dexxo was one of his many companies he started when he moved to Genesis. Recently one of their experiments has turned against them. He will capture this dolphin and teach him why he should never mess with his business again.

[Demonjazz]

Character Name: Freya Grizzlevald, The Basher

Nation: Vladof Anarchy

Fantasy Race: The Ursine
The Ursine are a race of bear people living in the north. They are a large, intimidating race standing around an average of eight feet tall, and rippling with muscle and covered in fur. They are a hardy and simple people known for their love of a good fight, a good drink, and hot springs.

Affiliated Group: Katyusha's Destroyers of Capitalism, and formally Spacer News Radio

Backstory: Freya like many of the people of the north grew up quite poor with a hard life toiling on the farm, and ensuring the mead is of a proper consitency. Most saw this life as something unavoiable and natural for the lower classes. That was except for one charsimatic young bear by the name of Vladof Rockenstanski who happened by the cabin of Freya's parents pleadingwith them to let him stay the night. They agreed, not asking questions about the strange man's injuries or his origins. Just because someone was on the run from the law was no reason to be a bad host.
Freya at her young teenage years was taken in by the handsome bear's tales of strife against the system, and a want for a better world. A world where everyone was free, everyone worked their fair share, and there was want for nothing. And just like that he was gone the next day not even bothering to say goodbye as he left early while everyone slept. Midday an officer came by asking if a strange man came by earlier. Freya's parents, who saw no crime in what they did, told the officer of the injured bear pleading for a warm meal, and a fire.
Her parents were shot on the spot being declared enemies of the state. The officer turned towards the grieving child, and said "Learn something from parents, and be lucky I let you live."
Freya saw no other choice than to follow Vladof's trail leading to her meeting Katyusha, a leading general in Vlad's militia. Who she has served every since from their battle for independence to protecting the borders of their new nation.

Description: Appearing to be a large upright grizzly bear with a large boudice appearing to be around the age a human would consider their early 30s. Freya is usually seen wearing army clothing and keeps an old calvary pistol by her side at all times.

Special Abilities: Skilled in several forms of combat, a strong spirit, and an even stronger distaste for the bourgeoise capitalists, and their facist brethern.

Affiliation with Other Characters:
Trace Backster: Freya worked for Trace for quite some time as one of the few reporters in the region. She was known for her great work at describing the harrowing tales of the front lines and all of the trials that her glorious nation went through... That didn't last until Trace decided that was not an 'unbiased' source of information. She doesn't hate him like she used too, but certainly doesn't hold him in high regard.

The Great Andrew: Her and a small band of Katyusha's Destroyers of Capitalism once did a covert operation against The Great Andrew blowing up many of his factories, and once firing at him when he offered them a bribe.

Chad Atlas: One of the reasons she was kicked off Trace's show was because of her tirades against the man. She adamantly refused any of Chad's help in reforming the nation's energy grid stating how they must not remain depedent on the seasonal winds of the area, or the help of someone who profittered without giving anything to the poor.
He then had the gall to congratulate them on their indivuality, and that he appreciated the compliment. Freya didn't get in many words in afterwards as he left being rather taken aback by the bronze man.

Rrrrrt-Popclick: Hey, ecoterrorism can help take down the capitalists.

Roger Alexiou: Roger may not remember Freya, but she was among other rather disrespectful border guards that held Mr. Alexiou up for quite some time as he tried to pursue a case in the area and offered a small lecture about the dangers of taxes to him.

[Garjel_blah]

Character name: Gandhi Khan

Nation: Genesis, formerly Shidzstan

Fantasy race: Shidzstani human

Affiliated group if any: the Shidzstan Liberation Front

Back story: Shidzstan was a poor yet peaceful place, until the Empire of Genesis swallowed it whole. It was their first conquest after Tar Nero took power; the Smil legions marched in almost unopposed, trampling the fields and storming the aqueducts (yes, even in a world where roaming wind turbine merchants are a thing, the people of Shidzstan still use aqueducts - it had become a point of pride). The defeated Maharaja's government were rounded up and shot/taken to gulag as political prisoners THEN shot. Martial law was enacted as the country was formally inducted into the empire as the Shidz Province, and a new proconsul was placed in charge of ruling in Tar's name. The emperor might have pulled this off without a hitch, even managing to avoid repercussions from the global community by claiming that the Shidzstanis were running an illegal nuclear weapons program... But he didn't manage to kill EVERYONE of importance...
Gandhi Khan was an elderly Shidzstani citizen, who had served previously as Maharaja. Beloved by the people, Gandhi Khan had been the one to institute democracy in the backward nation, and had planted the seeds of its fledgling nuclear energy project by nationalising the country's considerable uranium deposits (he was not without his controversies). Later governments failed to live up to his example - the Aqueduct Party in particular significantly hampered progress by introducing legislation that required any nuclear power plant to be cooled via aqueduct - but many remembered the glory days of the industrious Maharaja Khan. That's why, when he spoke out in opposition to the Genesis regime, the nationalistic people of Shidzstan flocked to his side.
And so the Shidzstan Liberation Front was formed. Tar immediately denounced the SLF as a terrorist organisation, and Gandhi Khan had to go into hiding, but the hope he instilled in his countrymen and women remains. And soon he'll have more forceful means of opposition at hand, because you see, Tar wasn't all wrong about that nuclear weapons program...

Description: an wizened elderly man, with rheumy eyes that still bear sufficient intensity for both benign serenity and piercing shrewdness. He is completely bald, with a wiry grey beard and prominent eyebrows. Gandhi Khan is usually seen dressed in his signature traditional toga, coloured white, tan, and lavender to match the colours of the Shidzstani flag.

Special abilities: in addition to his popularity and skills as a leader, Gandhi Khan possesses access to the super-secret emergency weaponisation branch of the Shidzstan nuclear energy program. In additional to several fully operational atomic warheads, Khan himself pilots a prototype nuclear mecha codenamed 'the Hanging Garden'. It stands three storeys tall, squat and crude in design but robust enough to take a beating and strong enough to return it with all the vengeance of Shidzstan. It's styled and decorated in the fashion of ancient Shidzstani architecture, complete with a sprawling wreath of native vine, to act just as much as a symbol of national strength as it does a defender.

Affiliation with other characters:

Gandhi Khan's relationship with the leaders of Genesis should be fairly easy to deduce from the above exposition. In case you're still not sure though; they really, really don't like each other.

After 9/11, Gandhi Khan publicly denounced the True Masters and all other terrorist organisations, claiming their causes, however just, were rendered untenable through their excessive reliance on violence. However, ever since he was so suddenly thrust into oppression and forced to rally his people against the Empire of Genesis, he hasn't been as sure of this belief. Certainly, his actions in the Hanging Garden speak louder than any words from the past. Now he instead offers his support to factions such as Rrrrrt and Katyusha's Destroyers of Capitalism, though he stands by his opposition to the True Masters on other ideological grounds.

Between his time as Maharaja and leader of the Shidzstan Liberation Front, Gandhi Khan has been keeping up a running analysis of the politics in his homeland. He has always spoken in favour of an alliance with the Republic of Ragosa, claiming that the two small nations would do well to look out for each other. Indeed, he once acted as Shidzstan's ambassador to the island, and even heard the great Aru speak. When the IMT swooped in on Ragosa to investigate its financial links to the True Masters, Gandhi Khan cast doubt on their cause; he could not believe his friends from across the sea would condone such violence. He has mixed feelings for the Antarctican Anarchy, who he views as a corrupting influence on his fledgling nation, and partially blames for the success of the Aqueduct Party (foreign anarcho-capitalist corporate lobbyists trying to steal Shidzstan's rightful uranium by sabotaging Shidzstan glorious industry with silly aqueduct laws, and it can't be a coincidence that that Chad Atlas fellow just happened to swoop in just in time with his cheap unpatriotic wind turbines etc. etc.). However, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. He does at least respect the Anarchists for their fierce campaign against Genesis. Finally, Gandhi Khan maintains a strong alliance with Jurassica, who provide the SLF with funding in the hopes that it will further destabilise their common enemy from Genesis.

Gandhi Khan is one of the few great names to have not appeared on Spacer News Radio. The main reason for this is that Gandhi Khan doesn't speak Arkansasese. They plan to conduct a translated interview once Draft Backster finishes mastering Shidzish.

Gandhi Khan approves of the Mad One's toga.

[brian 333]

The Arctic War

With the discovery of the fragments of osmium/irridium meteorites in Arctic sea ice, many nations and megacorporations have begun to search for the parent meteor which is estimated to have deposited several tons of Platinum Group Metals when it exploded over the north pole sometime in the late 1980's.

At the time it was attributed by various factions as an attempt to ignite a war by opposing factions, but when Dexxo recently pulled a five kilo chunk of meteorite which was 20% gold, 18% platinum, 3% iridium, and .87% osmium while drilling for sea-floor cores, it changed the polar region.

Osmium is the rarest of rare metals, and its potential uses are limited by its lack of availability. Iridium is not far behind. A few pounds of either could bankroll a small nation.

This triggered a "gold rush" in the Arctic which has seen sabotage, hijackings, and low level military action in the attempt to secure the trove of treasure scattered on and beneath the ice.

Jurassica has staked claims on lands long held by tribal natives, and the mothballed submarine hulls of Archangel, (a once powerful nation no longer in existence, having been defeated some years before the meteor fell,) have begun being refit by several groups both as undersea explorers and as 'defense assets.'

Everyone believes a hot war to be inevitable, and they are setting up their strategies to come out on top. None think the recovered metals will pay for their war efforts. The only question is, how much is it worth to keep it out of the hands of their enemies?

[Godzillarich]

Character name: Verraten, The fallen

Nation: (formally) Gods

Fantasy race: The Gods

Backstory: was once one of the many gods who once ruled over the planet and Bolts best friend. He had high prestige in the pantheon and was a brilliant technician. One day though, he came to blow with his brethren.

Verraten Saw mortals as dangerous creatures. Ones that should be properly sorted out by removing their free will and playing on a utopia. The other gods found this mad and try to talk him out of it but in Verraten’s own mind there must be no compromise. This must be done to save mortals from their own sin. The gods had no choice but to seal him away in a crystal ball. In the long-term this may have actually saved Verraten life when the war between the inventors and the gods began. For Millennium Verraten stay in his prison only being able to manipulate those foolish enough to use his prison. Until one day he was found, by the last being he didn’t want to be found by the last inventor.

Over the millennium Verraten saw his worldview vindicated, especially now. In his own mind he will stop at nothing to break out of his prison and bring peace even if it means carving out a mountain of bodies.

Description: a humanoid with a goat head, goat legs, batlike wings, razor-sharp claws and a snake tale.

Special abilities the omnipotence of a God confined to a single glowing rock. The only thing he can do in his current state is manipulate other mortals. Unfortunately for him his manipulation doesn’t work on more powerful creatures like the Inventors of the old ones.

Affiliation with other characters:

The True masters and the Inventor: currently a tool to this organization and especially the mad Inventor. He will bide his time, waiting for a moment to escape from his prison and an act his vengeance.

Aru: baffled by his kind, they could do so much yet do so little.

Rose: The child of his best friend, even though he took Bolt’s betrayal personally he still loves him as a brother deep down inside. When he molds the world in his glorious image he will take good care of her.

Tar Nero: He dares not only uses Bolt’s sacred treasures but pretend he speaks in Bolt’s name. The on excruciating pain he will reflect upon this mortal will be unimaginable.

Zucneh: A danger to all of existence, the first thing he will do when he gets out is deal with this threat.

The Mad One: The mad one, he has tried to speak with him but for some reason all he gets in responses is yelling.

[Garjel_blah]

Character name: Dr David D. Darkins, the Doubter

Nation: the Union of Arkansas (immigrated from his home country, the city-state of Beece, after it was conquered by Genesis)

Fantasy race: Galt

Affiliated group if any: Oxbridge University (formerly), the International Monetary Taskforce, the Human Memome Project Committee, and the International Council of Atheists

Back story: Dr Darkins' work at the Oxbridge University of Beece, where he'd studied, lectured, and graduated in philosophy for most of his long Galt life, was cut short after the Genesis invasion. He'd organised asylum in Arkansas in the months prior, recognising that war was brewing after Tar Nero's dubious occupation of Shidzstan, and thus managed to escape the gulags and book burning with all of his most important research and grad student underlings. Most in his position would have cursed the gods for such misfortune, but not Darkins - for in his eyes, the gods did not exist.
Darkins' views are widely considered controversial, and perhaps even somewhat ironic coming from a 6'8" walking marble statue, but he presents them with enough rigour and conviction that he's attracted quite a name for himself on the global stage. He was the founder of the Council of Atheists, a small but dedicated group of like-minded intellectuals, and more recently headed the Human Memome Project in an effort to isolate the psycho-social roots of the world's myriad ideologies, their "memes" as he puts it. To him, this is to prove once and for all that god is little more than a meme; a shared hallucination perpetuated by those with a vested interest in organised religion. However, his work also encroaches into other areas of higher-order consciousness, areas that have garnered the interest and funding of the IMT. Money is, after all, but a meme, is it not?

Description: Dr David Darkins is a marble-skinned Galt, with a fixed head of curly Grecian hair, and blank stony eyes that peer out from behind delicate rectangular spectacles. For public appearances, he tents to come dressed in stately attire, vests and pocket watches and the like, the sort of thing that would have been considered smart casual a century ago. His defining piece, however, is the heavy felt trench coat that he wears over the rest of it.
Often, Darkins comes across as arrogant and superior. He has a tendency to dismiss things that he deems unimportant or insubstantial as "memes", which does little to endear him his detractors. One thing that no one can argue, however, is that he is fiercely intelligent. Fundamentally wrong, perhaps, but intelligence despite that.

Special abilities: HUGE DETERMINATION - also he's made of stone

Affiliation with other characters:

Verraten, the Fallen - a meme.

Bolt - a meme.

Rose - a demi-meme. Ha.

Zucneh - probably an AI, definitely full of memes.

Tar Nero - an idiot who just happened to stumble upon some particularly vivid and catastrophic memes.

Aru - perhaps an ancestor of mine. If only we of stone possessed genomes as well as memomes, then I could know for certain.

Roger Alexiou - with the university in the hands of that idiot tyrant, the future of my intellectual crusade rests with him and his banal Taskforce. I suppose I can spare the effort.

Trace Backster - a humble meme merchant, peddling his wares. I have contributed some wares of my own on his show, as it so happens. A decent debater.

[Godzillarich]

Character name: Frozen tail, the chosen of Diagacreo

Nation: The Arctic pole

Fantasy race: Raccoon kin

Affiliated group if any: (formally) The Arctic government.

Backstory: When the Arctic war began Frozen tail’s people became subjugated by Jurassica. Putting them in camps with awful conditions. frozen tail decided to fight back in the most practical way, forming a new government with a council of politicians including herself. Naturally Jurassica government responded in the most reasonable matter. Killing all of them. But this is not where his story ends. Just a day later he emerged from his unmarked grave. For some reason he’s God would not take him. This was a sign that he would be the one to free his people, that he was blessed by his God Diagacreo.

Little did he know his God was closer than he ever imagined. Diagacreo is the god of death, this however is not as evil as it sounds and is generally seen as a fair and just god to the Raccoon kin. Before his time souls went to the eternal abyss where they were devoured by the old ones. When he came into being he became a protector of the dead. Bringing them to a peaceful rest.

When the war between the Gods and the inventors became invertible. Diagacreo came up with a plan. He could not prevent their deaths but he could make them live on. With his magic he saved his souls and his siblings and rebirth them as mortals, lacking the memories of their past lives but still being able to protect the mortals not only from their own squabbles but much greater threats.

The old ones are coming...

Description: a Raccoon humanoid with a paler almost zombie look. He wears an Eskimo coat and pants that is a grayish color.

The God he worshipped what's a humongous black skeleton of a dragon with red eyes

Special abilities: he cannot die, he can regenerate limbs and if the spirit is willing he can resurrect them for a short time to help fight for him.

Affiliation with other characters:

True Masters: as much as the media wants to pretend that the true masters are a terrorist organization. They have their hand quite deeply in Jurassica politics. They have made the main orchestrators of raccoon kin persecution. They have been suppressing the truth about the treatment of the natives but with Frozen Tales activities is making this harder to do.

The last inventor: he senses something in this raccoon, something he hasn’t sensed in a while. Apparently there creations were a lot smarter than he thought they were.

Rose: They have met before, rose was overly confused to see another being with godlike power. Frozen tail also showed what was happening with his people that the true masters had persecuted. Rose was tempted to join the true masters to stop Tar but seeing what they were doing made her turn her back on the group.

Trace Backster: Like most people in this world he’s had a pretty pleasant interview with Trace. Helping to spread the danger his people faced to the world.

Freya Grizzlevald: Initially they were planning to team up against the true Masters. However ever since she stated to get rid of the “opium of the masses” Aka religion in her group’s plans Frozen Tail has lost a lot of trust in her. Being an extremely religious man himself.

Gandhi Khan: the two men have grown a close bond with each other. Seeing as how their plight isn’t really that different.

Verraten, The fallen: the tales about his wickedness fills him with dread.

Dr David D. Darkins: Finds his theory that all gods are just memes as as offensive.

[Garjel_blah]

Character name: Hunbug

Nation: the Dexxo Subterranean/Abyssal Pipeline Grid

Fantasy race: insectoid mutant (formerly a ladybug)

Affiliated group if any: Dexxo Petrochemicals (loosely)

Back story: the dreaded Hunbug had humble roots, as an ordinary red and black ladybug living in the woods just beyond the young Vladof Anarchy. It had no understanding of global events, no idea why strange bipeds were knocking down trees and laying down hard, unnatural tubes down in their place. Eventually they moved on, bringing their loud contraptions with them, and still the ladybug remained clueless.
What this creature didn’t comprehend was that Dexxo Petrochemicals had just built a pipeline through its habitat, to help expand an ever-growing transportation network for an every-increasing itinerary of chemicals. Though, as the name implies, Dexxo usually tended to deal in fossil fuels, there was growing demand for more exotic substances. When the Vladof Pipeline ruptured, it was one of these substances that flooded the woodland ecosystem.
The ladybug was caught at the epicentre of this spill, but through some biochemical miracle survived the dousing torrent of tarry goo. However, it emerge… Changed. No longer was the ladybug clueless, for the Dexxo chemicals had made it taller, all the better to see the world, and smarter, all the better to grasp what it saw. This scion the random creation saw the world, its woodland home of old, in a new and sudden light, and it was then that she realised; none of this is right. It feels alien. What happened? I have to fix it! It all has to GO!
What followed was a bloody, ravenous rampage through the woods, which ended when Dexxo technicians arrived on the scene, scaring the giant savage insect into the only retreat that it had left; the broken pipe. She’s moved between the Dexxo pipelines, sewers, and other subterranean realms ever since, occasionally surfacing in an attempt to spread pollution and mutation to more of the natural world, hoping to one day create a new habitat for herself on the surface. In the time since her creation, she has become less of a monster and more of an eccentric crusader, learning language and even exhibiting a warped feminine personality. “The Hunbug” caught on among her admirers (yes, they exist, possibly encouraged as an elaborate damage control tactic on the part of Dexxo) as a play on these traits.

Description: an 8ft tall caricature of a common ladybug. The basic features are all still there – an exoskeleton, antennae, multi-facet eyes, and six limbs – but in some ways the Hunbug no longer resembles its old self at all. While ladybugs tend to be round and squat, for instance, Hunbug appears stretched out and lanky, with a body and limbs more akin to a mosquito than a beetle. Her spotted red shell, however, did not distend along with the rest of her, perched awkwardly on her upper back like a pair of tiny chitinous shoulder blades. While it comes across as awkward at first, Hunbug managed to bear her mutated body well, even elegantly.

Special abilities: Hunbug has built up a sturdy resistance to most toxins, and is entirely immune to anything mutagenic. In addition, she possesses scaled-up bug strength and endurance. In combination, these adaptations make her extremely difficult to harm.

Affiliation with other characters:

The relationship between Dexxo Petrochemicals and Hunbug is complicated. On one hand, she actively causes spills in their pipelines, which costs them money and reputation, making her an enemy. On the other hand, however, Hunbug seems to be aware that the continued existence of Dexxo and its pipelines is vital to her quest to pollute the planet, meaning that much of her considerable efforts are put into assisting the company indirectly. Sometimes this involves playing the scapegoat, the greater of two evils, the common enemy, or even the mascot in an attempt to make Dexxo look good. Other times, she will directly confront Dexxo’s enemies, such as the dolphin Rrrrrt-popclick, the League of Sustainable Libertarians, and the International Monetary Taskforce.

Hunbug quickly attracted a few too many enemies, and had a bounty put on her head. Fadil Allessar came closest to earning this considerable sum of money, confronting her when she appeared in Jurassica to divert an oil pipeline into one of the nation’s many active volcanoes. Hunbug had to cause an artificial eruption to get the pterodactyl off her back long enough to retreat into her pipes, where a flying creature would be foolish to follow.

Rose went toe to toe with the mutant when she appeared in Jurassica. With her divine powers, the flower demi-goddess might have been able to crush the bug once and for all, but pity stayed her hand. She instead attempted to heal Hunbug, trying to exorcise the pollutant from her body. It quickly became clear, however, that reversing the mutations within the ladybug would destroy it, and again Rose could not bring herself to do the wretched creature harm. She let Hunbug go, on the condition that she never return to Genesis. So far Hunbug has honoured this agreement, though with Tar in power who knows how long that will last?

Hunbug caused chaos in Shidzstan, when she dumped radioactive waste into their aqueducts. It was this catastrophy that finally got the Aqueduct Party voted out.

As is his way, Trace Backster managed to score an interview with the anti-ecoterrorist. It provoked mixed feelings in his audience, who thought perhaps that Trace indulged in the Hunbug’s flirtatious repartee a little more than was appropriate. A small yet vocal minority were all in favour though – there’s been a fair bit of fan fiction.

[Godzillarich]

Character name: Styx, the guide to the forgotten

Nation:Republic of Ragosa

Fantasy race: ???

Affiliated group if any: The beyond

Backstory: Styx is an enigma. His history is unknown to most, maybe he was a champion of the gods? Maybe he a follower of the old ones. Maybe he’s an insane spirit who devours those he takes. Maybe he’s just old man Jenkins trying to get some insurance money. Whatever the case the people on the island are fearful of him and his mysterious intentions.

The only common interpretation of his tail is he’s looking for the souls of those who have been forgotten. These forgotten souls wander the planes between life and death walking in complete darkness. Then they see a light, a light from what looks like to be a train, it’s engines roaring and horn blowing. The train pulls up to the spirit and opens the doors. What emerges is a moth like creature holding a lamp. It says nothing it only directs the souls into the train. It does not force them to go but he always comes back and eventually the loneliness of the void sours the souls. Surely life on this train would at least be better. After that he disappears two places unknown with his willing passengers,

Description: a gray moth humanoid that stands around 7 feet, wears as a black Grim Reaper coat and carries around a yellow lamp. Its eyes as hollow as the void,

Special abilities all is known about him is that he rides a train and carries a lamp

Affiliation with other characters:

Trace has been determined to get an interview with him. Draft herself has been working on various technological advancements just to see if they can contact this wandering spirit.

Aru knows about the spirit what he is but he has promised the spirit not to tell anyone.

The Mad One has said the train has come for him many times. It was tempting but he has a job to do. He must stop the old ones.

Dr David D. Darkins has tried to use this mysterious conductor to prove all the gods are a meme. The fact that a Moth could hold a lamp without frantically bumping into it is scientifically impossible. This amazing discovery made him famous.

Frozen tail is unsure of this being. He’s nowhere in his religious text. As such he’s cautious of the being.

[Demonjazz]

Character Name: Pharos Number 00001

Nation: Union of Arkansas

Fantasy Race: The Pharos
The Pharos are a race of strange clockwork men (Or other genders depending on which one you ask) that all started with Pharos Number 00001. While most look very different from each other they all have some similair characteristics. They are of course all made of metal, but most have large friendly looking eyes that glow red. Not a LED type red, but closer to the flicker of a flame, and they tend to have sturdy looking legs, a low center of gravity and a serial number on their back.

Affiliated Group: May Dairy Farms, and anyone fond of milk (He's been branching out to other dairy products slowly)

Backstory: Pharos Number 00001 or as his friends call him Number One, or simply One was built by a simple woman out in the countryside who was a prodigy of clockwork machines. She died very shortly after he was made from a case of bad milk. One was left with knowing two things. How to Prepare Milk for human consumption, and that he should deliver it to humanity.
After a month of delivering milk meaninglessly to the house, the fire in his skull started to get him thinking. The cogs and gears inside him whirred one night as he looked over the notes that his owner left him. He decided that he could deliver milk elsewhere. He went to the neighbor's house and delievered milk for quite some time before another night he pondered more. He often acted like a human, and humans created him.
He pondered this more as he tended the cows Humans and him could work functionally the same. He could tend to cows like his master, he could work the pasteurization machines like his master. His master could make someone like him. He tenatively started working on Pharos Number 00002 as he wished to have someone fix the house that his master previously owned.
One day, the two needed a part on their milking machine replaced and the local town did not have the part in stock. They ordered something online and it was delivered via drone to their house.
Two said to One at this point "Hmm... Why does is it seem that other mechanicals are owned and not free like us?"
One could not answer this. Later they had a similair conversation talking about how there was no companies owned by mechanicals. This sent One into another deep pondering one rainy night he flung a door open and shouted at Two saying "Two! I think that we should start a milk company!"
And that was how one of the most famous Dairy Farms in the plains of Arkansas saw was made. One and Two being co-owners. One working on delievering, and Two spending much time in repairs or building more of The Pharos.

Description: A bronze clockwork humanoid with a fire powering him inside his skull. He's usually seen wearing a milkman's cap and riding a bicycle with milk in tow. There is a soft ticking whenever he's around which leaves some on edge, but his large cartoonish smile and eyes along with his gentle voice with an almost country twang usually wins them over.

Special Abilities: STURDY LEGS! Advanced Milk Knowledge and the knowledge to pilot several vehicles. Also a much longer life than humans.

Affiliation with other characters:
Aru: He delivered several cases of celebratory milk to Aru when he spoke once. He asked a single question to the Maoi statue. "Is there more destined for my life than milk?"
It answered. "Just milk? No, I'd say there's likely something that isn't dairy in your future."

Chad Atlas: He bicycled his way to Mr. Atlas once, and delivered a case of milk to him and his workers. For Free. Chad went into quite a bit of a lecture talking about how you should not give to others without anything in return and the righteous aspects of indiviuality and the will to power. This went on for quite some time with One looking confused and saying nothing, but nodding along and whirring slightly. At the end he brought out a notepad, and a pencil asking "So how does the Galt Physiology affect your taste in milk?"

Trace Backster: One is THE only delivery man and dairy farm that is allowed to deliever powdered milk and other food in space. Trace likes him though they don't talk all that much. Milk is hard to come by in space.

Genesis Refugees: Has gotten into quite a bit of trouble for giving vast amounts of free milk in a humanitarian effort to the refugees from the war. He says it is unfair to not want to give milk to those without and left no further comment.

Rose: Once had quite a lengthy conversation about plant biology and milk. There was also something about gods in there that she seemed very concerned about... One forgot about that afterwards though. Hopefully that was not important.

Hunbug: Hunbug was one of the first people to try out his new product. Drinkable yogurt. It was quite a breakthrough for his company though he has some doubts about it.

The Artic War: Usually someone wouldn't think that a person like One would be interested in a scramble over a meteor. He did one day spend a considerable amount of money and took out a small sliver of Osnium. He tested it in a lab and discovered that it was not very practical for application in milk based technology and that further pursuits to the meteor wouldn't be worth it. The sliver still sits somewhere mostly forgotten in a lock box as a rainy day fund for the milk man.

Ghandi Khan: Has been discussing plans for an aqueduct that delivered milk instead of water in his kingdom. One believes this could be a true breakthrough in the milk market.

[Godzillarich]

One was grabbing his routine milk containers for delivery until suddenly Two call for him, “so we have a little bit of a problem. “Two said as he handed his boss a piece of paper that was ripped out of a book
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Chapter 1293 on how great Emperor Tar Nero is: His original robot invention.
Character name: Sūpā, Mumtaz, Chāo, Siêu Super Pharos Number 00001

Nation: Genesis Empire
Fantasy race: Sūpā, Mumtaz, Chāo, Siêu Super Pharos is a totally original design that is totally not just the Pharos model with just green fire instead of red.

Affiliated group if any: The Genesis empire

Backstory:

The great Emperor tar was kicking back, lifting 100 with his pinky finger and surrounded by beautiful women when he thought to himself. “I need to build sentiment robots. Something that is never been done before, especially by a stupid inferior human.” He worked closely with his company Dexxo to create the FIRST sentiment robot. After building it with his bare muscular and beautiful hand he created this glorious invention. A war machine designed to further spread the great Emperor’s glory

Description:

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he also has two chain gun hands, a scorpion tail, tank tread feet and a giant laser cannon on its chest. Were not showing you the rest of the picture because if you saw it you would go blind with glory.

Special abilities: If you can think of a weapon, the Emperor has managed to squeeze it in, lasers, machine guns, bombs, flight, ****ING LASER SWORDS! and a soda dispenser also making it the first beverage delivering robot.

Affiliation with other characters:

The True Masters: they cower in fear of this ultimate death robot. In fact half of the organization has already given up, The Emperor cannot show you these prisoners right now but trust me they exist.

Fadil Allessar: This mercenaries quoted as saying. “There’s nothing so mega, ultra and super then this robot. I might even be out of a job because of it.” - Fadil Allessar (citation needed)

Zucneh: Sadly the Emperor’s previous ultimate weapon will have to play second fiddle to this robot but the Emperor is a fair man and is willing to use Zucneh as number one weapon to be fair to his enemies.

Trace Backster and Draft: as soon as they saw this robot they took back everything negative they’ve ever said about the Empire. But their news is still blocked in Genesis because of the past hubris so take the glorious Emperor’s word for it. They are just begging to do another interview but the Emperor is a humble man and has declined their offer.

The Great Andrew: He has helped a little bit in the robots creation but it was mostly the Emperor.

Freya Grizzlevald: This robot is so amazing that it nearly turned Freya to capitalism but she ran away before she could accept the truth.

Gandhi Khan and Frozen tail: Has routinely keeped crushing there resistances. The only reason they both hasn’t been captured is shut up.

Verraten: ever wonder what happened to the fallen? Well the emperor’s robot went back into the past and beat the crap out of him.

Dr David D. Darkins: Believes in a God now and it’s the glorious Tar ( and the robot helped a little bit to)

Styx: he once came for Tar… To shake his hand and tell him he’s doing a damn good job. ( he also said the robot was cool)

Rose: this false God has been begging me for forgiveness ever since I made this robot. But I will show no mercy to her.

The total ****ing ripoff piece of crap Pharos Number 00001: the Emperor has taken notice of this ripoff line and has filed a lawsuit. Hopefully they will discontinued and terminated.
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One simply just stared at it, and then looked up to his partner “Okay, WHAT THE ****!”

[Garjel_blah]

Character name: Goldilocks Volotov

Nation: the United Anarchy of Antarctica (formerly the Vladof Anarchy)

Fantasy race: Vlad human

Affiliated group if any: Volotov Electricals, Iceberg Geotechnics, the League of Sustainable Libertarians

Back story: the Volotov Manufacturing company was founded in the Vladof region, by the influential factory owner Nikita Volotov. Weapons and ammunition were the principle produce, and at that time it was quite the booming industry. Nikita found himself on the right side of history when the revolutions began popping up across the region like Bouncing Bettys in no-man's-land, as a major supplier for the various militia arsenals. He was hailed as a hero of the people, and told that if he would kindly just give up all of his assets to the newly established anarcho-syndicate, he would be permitted to retain a position as public production overseer. Nikita was not impressed by this turn of events. He quickly left the country with his young daughter, Goldilocks, to continue his business in the less meddlesome anarchy of Antarctica.
Business boomed down at the south pole, and soon Volotov was shipping his instruments of death and violence internationally. He staked his claim (forcefully, with guns, just as the rule of Social Darwinism intended) to a huge swath of the continent, filling it with factories and power stations and mines. Away from his industry, in the Antarctica mountains, Nikita constructed a beautiful castle just for him and his beautiful daughter. This is where Goldie spent her recent years, rushing through the halls, climbing the turrets, and playing in the snow. She had an entire household of human and Ursine servants to attend to her every need, and not a care in the world. Yet life in Antarctica is not all perfect, even for the 0.1%. One year the snow barely fell, and consequentially the skiing season was rubbish. Goldie demanded that daddy buy her more snow, but Papa Nikita told her, with waning patience, "Daddy can't control the weather, my devotchka!" He ended up installing artificial snow guns anyway, but the thought stuck with Goldie. She badgered her private tutors with questions about why the snow hadn't come, and they, glad to finally have some engagement from their pupil, told her all they could about climate change. Goldie was horrified, and, being at the perfect age between childish impressionability and adolescent rebelliousness, took to the environmental cause with revolutionary passion.
This coincided with another, typically Antarctican event; her father Nikita Volotov was assassinated by a strike force of Ursine factory labourers, having taken some issues with working conditions of late. The strike was swiftly quelled, but it had done its job. Upper management descended into a bloodbath as some of the most ruthless and enterprising individuals in the Anarchy battled to fill the power vacuum. Volotov Manufacturing was on the brink of collapse until, in a surprising twist of fate, Goldilocks Volotov stepped up to stake her claim. Turns out she'd inherited some hitherto unrevealed, state-of-the-art energy-based firepower from her late daddy, who had obviously been aware of the dangers she would face in the aftermath of his passing. After disintegrating a couple of uncompliant managers, the rest quickly fell into line, and thus the Volotov leadership endured.
Goldilocks Volotov, the teenage girl with access to an entire international arms-dealing megacorporation, finally saw her chance to make positive change in the world. How did she do it? By re-branding the company "Volotov Electricals" (the next person who tells me that isn't a word gets disintegrated!), and ceasing all production on gross, non-renewable ballistic weapons in favour of... Clean, sustainable energy weapons.
Yay?

Description: a fourteen year old girl of Vlad heritage. Currently in a hippy phase, sporting fashionable baggy hemp clothes and dreamcatcher-chic turquoise jewellery. Her waist length brown hair is never without a fresh flower. At her hip, Goldie carries a sleek revolver-like handgun, festooned with technological gizmos along a barrel about the length of her forearm.

Special abilities: the "Good Ohmen" Sub-WFL Home Defence Handcannon. The single most powerful weapon capable of being carried by an adolescent girl. Even when inactive, the device generates a protective force field around the bearer, blocking any incoming percussive or energy-based damage for as long as the battery lasts. When fired, the Good Ohmen uses smart aiming technology to precisely and instantaneously atomise the target area - usually a person - without any recoil or backblast. In addition to all this, the weapon is biometrically linked to Goldie, so that no one else can fire it. In fact, if anyone who isn't Goldie pulls the trigger, the Good Ohmen will disintegrate the holder instead of the target. It was with this weapon that Goldilocks Volotov managed to survive her takeover of Volotov Electricals. There are no other known models in existence, though Goldie used much of the underlying technology to expand her business into electrical energy weapons.

Affiliation with other characters:

The Volotov Electricals Armaments Catalogue boasts a plethora of eco-friendly/man-deadly self defence solutions, including but not limited to:
- The Alternating Calashnikov 47. Popular among grassroots resistance movements, ie terrorists, due to its reliability. The old Vladof Anarchy in particular is a great market for these durable, all-rounder killing machines, but Jurassica and Shidzstan also hold buyers.
- The JJ Thomson Sub-machine Gun. The perfect compact weapon for the civilised organisation, big bore and big bullet capacity - make them an offer they can't refuse! A common pick by clients in the Union of Arkansas and Republic of Ragosa.
- The Volt-action Carbine. A true soldier's weapon! Great at range, but not limited to trained snipers. Currently sending a lot of these to the front lines in Jurassica and the Arctic.
- The SPASM-12 Shotgun. Home defence has never been so up close and personal! Affordable, manageable, and, most importantly, powerful, you NEED this gun. Ships worldwide, baby!
- The SHOCK-18 Pistol. Now concealable!
- The RCG Launcher. KABOOM! For when nothing else will do the job.
- The Ampéretator. One of our special models - slice and dice from up to 30 metres away! Warning: may violate international war crimes legislation, if you care about that sort of thing.

As outlined above, Goldilocks Volotov sells weapons to many factions. The Shidzstan Liberation Front, Katyusha's Destroyers of Capitalism, mercenaries such as Fadil Allessar, and even the International Monetary Taskforce have all done business with Volotov Electricals. Armies, police forces, security contractors, guerrillas, terrorists, and suburban nuclear families have all been recipients of their energy weapons. The only people Volotov will not sell to are Genesis and its allies, since they're at war with the Anarchy, and even the Anarchy isn't stupid enough to fund its own enemies.

Goldilocks Volotov inducted her business into the League of Sustainable Libertarians in order to coordinate with like minded, conscientious global citizens - who also respect the right to bear arms, of course. Chad Atlas, another prominent member of the League, tends to disapprove of the young Volotov, who he views as too unpredictably naive to be truly sustainable, and too shamelessly nepotistic to be truly libertarian. He does, however, recognise that she is young. With a little contemplation and rigorous self-assessment of her ideals, she could one day reach her full potential as an individual. It also helps that her company is in direct competition with the Great Andrew's businesses in the fascist land of Genesis, which he views as the greater evil by far. In light of this, he has built many wind turbines for Volotov Electricals.

Being an environmentally conscious Sustainable Libertarian, Goldilocks Volotov stepped up to the stage with several automatic rivals. In the corporate sphere, Dexxo Petrochemicals. Though their businesses do not compete much economically, they have managed to lock themselves into an ongoing arms race of lobbyists all over the world, trying to push their own opposing political agendas from behind the scenes. Quite a different threat comes in the form of Hunbug, who Goldie's R&D teams have been researching since she first entered the leadership, searching for the perfect weapon to deploy against her. Her perversion needs to be squashed - for the good of the planet as well as general decency...

Shortly after the impact of the mineral-rich meteorite in the Arctic, Goldilocks Volotov decided that she wanted in on some of the goods. Just imagine how she could help the world with the sorts of technology such resources would enable! The main problem, of course, is that the impact crater was located on the other side of the globe from her headquarters, and everything between them would be hostile. How does one solve such an issue? In Goldie's case, the solution was Iceberg Geotechnics, a start-up deep-mantle mining company that Volotov bought out for a tidy sum. With this new drilling infrastructure, Goldie would take the shortest conceivable route from Antarctica to the Arctic - straight through the core of the earth. For the good of the planet, of course!

Goldilocks Volotov greatly admires Rrrrrt-popclick. Before she became head of the Volotov enterprise, she had posters of the mischievous dolphin pinned up in her room. It's a point of great consternation for her that she hasn't been able to meet Rrrrrt yet, but even her inexorable brattiness yielded to a sense of respect for the creature, and she refrained from ordering a crack squad of Ursine to hunt it down for her.

In a special International Women's Day, Spacer News Radio had ran a special broadcast in which Draft interviewed Goldilocks. It was a disaster; the pair got into a massive argument about gun regulation and Goldie threatened to disintegrate their satellite. The special has not been attempted again since.

Goldilocks Volotov very much enjoyed One's milk, until she decided that she was going to try out being vegan. The next time he showed up in Antarctica with milk, she threatened to disintegrate him.

[Paleomancer]

“With this vessel around us, we will NEVER be contained, AGAIN!” - Kafkus

Character name: Kafkus, Herald of the Metamorphosis.

Nation: United Anarchy of Antarctica (Former), None (Currently).

Fantasy race: Imago - A mortal vessel implanted with a fragment of a Chrysalid Ungeziefer. An Imago is infused with opalescent crystal, and has the face of a cicada, complete with large iridescent eyes and a lack of mouth, external ears, or nose (Yes, it sparkles, but it’s no vampire). When activating powers, an Imago becomes hunched over, their claws visibly extend, and sprouts immaterial diaphanous wings shaped like a cicada’s.

Affiliated group if any: Volotov Arctic Expeditionary Force, Division 0013 (former); Lone Ungeziefer Crysalid (briefly); Imago Collective (Founder).

Backstory: It is often said that if something can go wrong, it will go wrong. Kafkus is an excellent example of this cliche, as this terror’s origins were quite humble. Its mortal host was a human male known as Francis Kay, a nebbish and well-meaning bookworm from the UAA. In any society, there are always those who never manage to fit in, and as a natural and efficient proto-bureaucrat, Kay stuck out among the libertarians and anarchists of the “One Free Continent”. Never able to forge his own path in the boisterous and competitive UAA, Kay sought any job that would allow him to leave Antarctica. Unfortunately, the one job that granted him this escape, traveling salesman, resulted in his capture by Genesis. In a byzantine trial, he was sentenced to imprisonment in the “Castle” penal colony, and then to execution by the Glass Needle Etching Machine, the latest of the Great Andrew’s vile “innovations.” Inadvertantly freed by Jurassican forces during their war against Genesis, Kay returned to the UAA traumatized and penniless. In desperation, he joined a Volotov Manufacturing Company expedition to the Arctic, to work as a land surveyor at Volotov’s Camp Castle, where the Company’s expedition sought to study and better exploit the Arctic Meteorite and its valuable resources. Unfortunately, he was part of the team that unearthed something far more menacing...

That something was an Ungeziefer Chrysalid. The Ungeziefers are a linked collective of planet-scouring, organo-crystalline cicadoids roughly the size of an elephant and as tough as a battleship. They are but one of a multitude of galactic horrors that include tardigrade-haunted planet-eating star fungus, infectious green crystals, deformed ponies who practice vile sorceries, and strange petroleum pathogens. The Ungeziefer’s life cycle begins when an asteroid bearing one or more mature Ungeziefers, elephant-sized opalescent cicadoids, crashes into a planet. If they survive entry, the Ungeziefers ravage any local lifeforms and then burrow underground, becoming sessile clusters of mindless organo-opal crystals linked in a web-like network. As the clusters spread, absorb heat, and feed, the network generates groups of Chrysalids nearer the surface, within which develop immature Ungeziefers. Eventually, the cluster network reach a critical mass, allowing it to use intense heat and planetwide tensile stress to shatter a planet into asteroid-sized chunks, spreading the meteor-clad chrysalids to new unsuspecting worlds.

Unfortunately, the Arctic Meteorite was one such seed, and while the cold kept the only surviving Ungeziefer from fully awakening, it was only a matter of time before one of the Great Powers unearthed it. As luck would have it, Kay and his colleagues were the poor shmucks who unearthed the horror via a mining disintegrator, causing the creature to prematurally and explosively burst out of the ground. Though sick, frightened, and immature, the Ungeziefer ridiculously outclassed the Volotov expedition (even the tri-chaingun armed, cyborg-enhanced Ursine security detachment), and the only survivor of the slaughter was Kay, whose body was fatally wounded by living shards from the Crysalid itself. His last human thoughts concerned his intense pain and dull interest as the crystals spread through his body, while the massive creature collapsed from the cold and reverted to its dormant form. When Kay’s body next awoke, it was as Kafkus. Kafkus doesn’t know what it is yet, and struggles with its Ungeziefer instincts and human memories. Kafkus does know one thing: it feels great, and genuinally believes the world needs the gift of metamorphosis... whether or not it recognizes that indisputable fact.

Description: In form, a human man barely into his forties, of slim build, average height, and hunched posture. His hair and skin are riddled with opal crystals, and his unblinking eyes are faceted and insectoid. His surveyor’s uniform is ripped and tattered, and right hand is nothing but three large talons. When channelling the Cluster’s consciousness, he gains faint, multicolored cicaida wings.

Special abilities: The Cluster feeds on heat energy to initiate its metamorphosis. As a result, Kafkus can extract heat energy by touch, leaving frostbite or worse. Kafkus can heal its body this way, and store excess heat to awaken the crystals growing within his body. Normally in combat, Kafkus relies on inhuman agility and razor-sharp crystal strikes hard enough to crush diamonds and shred tank armor. Worse, any wounds in organic tissue run the risk of infecting the victim, with shards that eventually grow and consume the original person, who becomes a Subimago, a weaker, psychically dominated, and immature Imago, which if untreated will become a fully fledged Imago. Worse, energy weapons weaker than nukes only feed Kafkus, making disintegrators an exercise in futility.

Affiliation with other characters:

• Goldilocks Volotov: Even though neither Goldilocks nor Kay/Kafkus have ever personally met, their fates are aligned in nightmarish fashion. Her obsession with disintegrator technology meant her employees were the only power likely to awaken the Ungeziefer larva so destructively, and her subterranean tunnel network and lack of government supervision allowed Kafkus to waylay hundreds of unfortunate contractors and soldiers from various parties, establishing a sanctum to store the dormant Ungeziefer and breed more Imagos. However, Kay was genuinally and correctly terrified of Goldilocks and her legendarily short temper, and Kafkus is forced to admit she poses a real threat to its survival and long-term goals... especially if she refrains from her beloved disintegrators in favor of massed artillery strikes (Which this gun-happy young woman manufactures and sells by the ton).
  
• The Great Andrew: Kay understandably despised Andrew (as frankly does any vaguely moral person, including Andrew’s fellow Galt), but obviously Kay’s understanding of Andrew’s... motivation slides towards sadistic monster rather than the Galt’s amoral and unthinking self-interest. As such, Kafkus perceives Andrew as a useful idiot, too suicidal to consider the potentially lethal consequences of his actions. This is definitely true in part... serving an omnicidal, paranoid warlord like Emperor Tar is not a survival strategy, especially if said warlord knows you exist and enjoys the sound of screaming. Yet Andrew has somehow managed to keep the Emperor happy, which is no mean feat given the... rather severe turnover rate of other Imperial positions. Kafkus has allowed a number of opal-infected rodent specimens to fall into Andrew’s hands, and as expected, the Galt has begun experiments, including novel opal oil weapons that would rapidly spread Opal fever, as well as hybrid soldiers that have allowed Kafkus to optimize its own children. However, the Galt has had some success maintaining brainwashed control over his test subjects, which Kafkus is yet to realize and to which he will not react well.
  
• Tar: Kafkus’ assessment of the Genesis Emperor is entirely on point. Tar combines all of Goldilock’s triggerhappy tendencies with Andrew’s self-absorption, and possesses none of the intelligence nor stability. Kafkus scoffs at Tar’s delusions, especially the idea that anyone can control Andrew and Zucneh. Unfortunately, Kafkus’ attempts to rid the world of an obvious disruption have repeatedly failed, due to the Emperor’s unexpected paranoid ingenuity; at times quite disastrously, as with the noodle incident (Just don’t ask - you won’t want to know the answer).
  
• Chad: Kafkus has discovered that solar energy is a lower-yield equivalent to disintegration weapons, and thus seeks to tap solar power in isolated territories to grow weak matches of organo-opal clusters to make more “children.” Chad apparently considers solar power inferior to wind energy, and makes his point “clear” by building large wind turbines over the mysterious solar panels in the middle of Arctic wastelands. Kafkus inevitably dismantles the turbine for parts, all the while hoping to catch (and disembowel) the perpetuator. Chad eventually returns and builds new turbines, cursing the ungrateful vandals who reject his honest and worthy labor out of obvious envy. The cycle of madness continues...
  
• Darkins: Kafkus and Darkins actually met briefly while courting students at the University of Arkansas. Kafkus was naturally seeking eager, intelligent youngsters to whom he would, in all genuine good will, present his horrifying “gift” of metamorphosis. Darkins was seeking unwitting “volunteers” for an array of tests on internet cat memes as a basis for proving mortal dependence on memes; the fact that the tests were literally mind-numbing and caused partial amnesia at best, comas at worst, apparently eluded him. Their mutual attempts to lure victims resulted in an heated argument between the pair of them that scared off their targets and nearly revealed Kafkus’ alien nature. Both left the debate furious, Darkins at the interference of an obviously envious lesser, and Kafkus with a renewed resolve to wipe out the Galt.
  
• Zucneh: Kafkus has managed to tap the latent memory of the surviving Ungeziefer cluster, and has uncovered all kinds of information about ancient horrors from deep space, most of which the Ungeziefer dismembered with prejudice. Thus far, all he has found about Zucneh is his name. Kafkus is worried that the Ungeziefer have encountered Zucneh before, and it doesn’t seem as though it went well... What Zucneh thinks about the Ungeziefer and Kafkus is unknown
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• The Mad One: Kafkus is both fascinated by, and concerned with, the Mad One, particularly after a brief encounter in the outskirts of the Empire, and recognizes a kindred spirit of sorts. The Mad One knows far more about the Ungeziefer than even Kafkus, something that bewilders the Herald, and has begun proclaiming the dangers of the Opalescent Peril. In response, Kafkus has tried, and failed, to kill, or at least infect, the Mad One, but mysteriously failed each time. As with Tal, Kafkus wonders if the Smil really do have nine hundred lives...
  
• Styx: Kafkus has recovered dim memories of Styx, or a similar being, from the cluster’s dreaming. Kafkus and its “children” maintain a wide bearth from Styx, and has always been respectful when they occasionally encounter one another. If Styx even notices Kafkus is unclear.
  
• Hunbug: Kafkus is fascinated by Hunbug, with her unusual (and simiarly insectoid) biology and immunity to infection by Ungeziefer crystal shards. Attempts to communicate with her have been unsuccessful, though Kafkus has made a profitable sideline in assimilating terrified Dexxo personnel, whose knowledge is slowly building up its own. Kafkus and its children are immune to Dexxo’s pollution, and personally, Kafkus finds the pollution distasteful, at least until it figures out how to transform plant life in its image.
  
• Pharos 001 and Company: As with Hunbug, Kafkus is genuinally intruiged by Pharos and his ilk, especially since their breakthrough mirrors its own awakening. After infecting a few cows out of curiousity, Kafkus dismissed the Pharos’ dairy focus as a waste of their full potential, though it still desires a genuine rapport with these strange and glorious machine people. Fortunately, he didn’t realize that milk can carry his infection with superior efficacy, to say nothing of the Pharos and their mission to supply it worldwide. For their part, the Pharos are aware that something caused some of their best cows to bear crystal scars, and sorrowfully put them in quarantine until they recovered; they identified the mysterious and quiet man with goggles and a thick scarf as a prime suspect, but he disappeared before Five Cubed could report him to the authorities.
  
• The Gods: Kafkus is vaguely aware of the Gods, and finds them annoying and irrelevant. After all, Zucneh and Styx are clearly older than they are, and the Ungeziefer swarm made a point of noting them as a hazard the swarm’s very DNA-analogue, whereas the Gods have no such distinction. However, the Gods have encountered the Ungeziefer swarm before, and as such know what threat the Ungeziefer pose to the planet (even if Kafkus is genuinally something new). If they can finally get people to listen to any of their prophets or avatars, Kafkus will find itself and its beloved “children” in great peril. Fortunately, Darkins has managed to weaken divine belief by simply being on the same continent, so before the Gods can deal with Kafkus, they must first deal with Darkins. Some days, it just doesn’t pay to be a deity. If Kafkus realizes the Gods are responsible for putting at least some of the warnings in the Mad One’s head, it’ll take them much more seriously.
  
• Jurassica and the True Masters: While it was not intended, Kay was grateful to Jurassica’s armies for inadvertantly saving him and his fellow prisoners from Andrew’s experimentation. As such, Kafkus is more inclined to be friendly to Jurassicans, although this translates to “organo-opal archosaurs are awesome, and I must convert them ASAP.” It doesn’t yet know of the True Masters (and in turn they know only of disappearances, strange arctic creatures, and odd illnesses), though it’s more likely to dispute the wasteful loss of life and unnecessary brutality than disagree with their ultimate goal of one world order. After all, sometimes people just don’t know what’s good for them!

Sidenote: Allegedly Kafka said this quote: “Atlas was permitted the opinion that he was at liberty, if he wished, to drop the Earth and creep away; but this opinion was all that he was permitted.” Hilariously ironic, given the presence of the Galt in this thread; I certainly didn’t intend the comparison .

[Godzillarich]

Character name: Daisy, The Unwanted

Nation: (Formally) Genesis

Fantasy race: Zahra

Affiliated group if any: None

Backstory: Zahra all descend from the demigod rose, daughter of Bolt. They share the land with the smil people. Unfortunately the relationship between these two races were always shaky. When Tar took power all hell broke loose Causing a Civil War. The war went on for many years and it seemed to be going into a stalemate. That is until Tar found Zucneh. What happened next was nothing short of genocide on the Zahra people, and a show things to come during the great war. They were forced to retreat to other lands but no one wanted them, being feared and hated. When Daisy escapes the slaughter she was only two years old. She now travels the land with her people, The unwanted people…

Until someone came to meet them. Someone they thought they would never meet, Rose. She came to help her people at their darkest moment. They now plan to retake Genesis from the mad Emperor.

Description: A green humanoid made up of vines with a Daisy pedal for ahead.

Special abilities: Just your run-of-the-mill plant creature, Nothing too special. She has been training herself, becoming a master at firearms

Affiliation with other characters:

Ross: Daisy has climbed up the ranks becoming Roses advised, close friend and her second-in-command

The True masters: Jurassica was ironically on Tar side Because of the prevailing racism Towards Daisy’s kind (The Galt’s, Republic of Ragosa were there only Allies.) This bit them in the ass during the great war. While the true masters hate the Emperor, they also do not have shiny opinions of Zahra. And there have been many conflicts with these two groups. Davey and Stephanie have gotten into many squabbles.

Fadil Allessar: There is some mistrust seeing how He’s worked with Genesis before but Fadil holds no ill will towards te Zahra, even willing to help them with a big enough paycheck.

Republic of Ragosa: Being there closest ally during the Civil War, they have allowed Daisy and her people to stay and plan their attacks. This has made the Genesis empire really angry, which to be fair is really not that hard.

Tar Nero: Like so many others often mentioned Daisy wants to put his head on a spike. Tar himself doesn’t really care about Daisy. Not even really knowing she exists. Sadly because of the Emperor’s actions Daisy has extreme hatred of all Smil, Rose has attempted to have Daisy let go of her hatred but pain is so hard to wash away

Zucneh: Daisy still has nightmares of that beast. His claws ripping apart hundreds of her kind. She dreads the day she meets the thing again.

Trace and Draft Backster: Did a special interview with Drift about the plate of her people. Including the mistreatment of the refugees from several countries. Countries like Jurassica attempted to persuade Trace not to air their “Zahra propaganda” or they would block their show from airing in the country. Trace told them to hump a cactus. The interview aired and no nation went through with the bluff.

Freya Grizzlevald: Her and Daisy have formed an unlikely friendship Even if the politics don’t exactly match up, getting into fierce political debates.

Gandhi Khan: Has a good relationship with Daisy group even if he does not approve of her Groups methods.

Dr David D. Darkins: Has gotten into a fierce argument with this stubborn professor multiple times. Of course roses was a Demigod but David refused to see it that way. Her ability to fly? Meme fans. Her ability to control plants? Meme wires. Her ability to turn David into a flower and then back. Meme hypnosis. This went on for several days…

Pharos Number 00001: Has delivered milk to her kind multiple times. As such the robot is well respected by the plant people.

Goldilocks Volotov: Is a major backer of Roses resistance, mainly for Goldilocks love of nature.

[Garjel_blah]

Need to rethink, doesn’t fit with current theme.

I personally thought Kafkus was great! But change him if you like, just don't feel discouraged :)

[Demonjazz]

Character Name: Kalina Papil

Nation: Vladof Anarchy

Fantasy Race: Human

Affiliated Group: The First Protectorate of the Vladof Anarchy

Backstory: Kalina was too young to remember much about the time before the Anarchy. She vaguely remembered a time of great struggle as a child where meat was hard to come by and a particularly harsh winter. Of a time when the adults spoke in hushed tones about the times to come. However she did remember the great shouts and flag waving that came when Vlad's army took their position in the capital. She looked on to the great bear and his fellow comrades as most children would a superhero. She grew up proud of her country. It was an easy thing to do at the time. People talked often of all the change that would occur, there were posters reminding people to help your neighbors, and parades were not uncommon. It seemed to Kalina that even the winters were less harsh as she grown into her teenage years.
It was during one of those winters that the unthinkable happened. A task force from Jurassica attacked Kalina's village. While many had heard that Jurassica were growing more agressive in their attacks few thought they would attack a target so far in land. While they escaped the destruction of their village they did not escape unscathed. The entire family was beaten badly but none as much as poor Kalina. She lost all sense in her legs, and the doctors said that she would not walk again.
One day as the teen was recovering Vladof Rockenstanski and his private troop were visiting the camp of refugees. The child now wheelchair bound but bold as ever made her way up to the bear, saluted him, and said to rather loudly "Mr Rocky," As he was affectionally called by the public. "Can I join the army, and help protect our nation!"
The bear gave a hearty laugh appearing even more massive next to the fourteen year old girl "And why would you want to do that?"
"To prevent the destruction of our nation from those who wish to destroy our ideals of cooperation wherever they may lie!"
"Ha! Spoken like a true comrade! We may have a place for you yet."
One of Vladof's commanders turned to him. "Sir, I... Doubt that she'd pass the physical." They said diplomatically.
"Ah, but there is always a place for everyone in the revolution. Especially someone so spirited as her! Come, both of you. Let me tell you of Project Dialetical Militarism"

And that was how Kalina Papil became the leader of The First Protectorate, and a symbol to her nation.

Description: A fairly small fourteen year old (Especially compared to the Ursine of her country) with bright blonde hair, and a spirited smile. She's often seen with a military cap slightly to big for her, and a large furred military coat. Though usually she is not seen very often on the battlefield.

Special Abilities: Full use of PROJECT DIALETICAL MILITARISM! Inspired by the mech of Ghandi Khan's Shidzstan known as the Hanging Gardens is The Anarchy's very own mech.
It is slightly smaller mech at about two and half stories tall, but is a much tougher machine made of iron. Squat and robust it reminds many of any tank that grew arms and legs though with much more belching fumes coming out of the strange machine. Everywhere across the machine are 17 different turret spots held in gyros everywhere from the machine's legs, chest, and arms that are intended to house machinegunners. Other spots include containers that can be used to house more Vladof soldiers to unleash on the battlefield. Other than that there is also a large canon right above the cockpit which can be used to fire tank shells.
Oh, and the chair turns into a rocket chair.

Affiliation with other characters:
Freya Grizzlevald: While the Protectorate and Katyusha's Destroyers typically stay a good distance from each other on the lines. The two respect each other though Freya is more than a little disappointed that such a young person would get the job of piloting such a prestigious mech and advanced piece of tenchnology.

Trace and Draft Backster: Draft has a better view of Kalina than Trace does, but like many of the more militant types they were let on the show once or twice but quickly came to disagreements with the hosts and had a falling out.

Ghandi Khan: Kalina considers Ghandi Khan as a fellow mech pilot both a kindred spirit, and a fellow freedom fighter to one of the greater men that come from outside her country.

Genesis & Jurassica: Kalina has strict orders to personally interrogate anybody from either of the two nations. Being as how they are also the largest attackers of the borders of the Vladof Anarchy she often is fighting them. She has little respect for either nation, but especially for that of Jurassica.

The True Masters: She would rather personally take down each brick from her beloved Vladofburg, capital of the Anarchy than she would even think of forgiving one of those people.

Rrrrrt-Popclick: Kalina has a child-like love of dolphins, and has helped the ecoterrorist a couple of times but her struggles with being in water has stopped the two from having a more advanced relationship.

Goldilocks Volotov: She likes her weapons, and her use of enviromentally friendly power which the Dialetical Miltarism has always had problems. The Anarchy though has a rather strict policy on the weapons of the Volotovs due to personal disagreements that go all the way up to Mister Rocky himeslf. Usually they have to be illegally smuggled in to even get them.
Kalina being a bit of a nationalist herself is quite sad that someone that shares the blood of her nation has turned to such wicked ways.

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Character Name: Pharos Number 00125, or Five Cubed Esq.

Nation: Union of Arkansas

Fantasy Race: The Pharos
The Pharos are a race of strange clockwork men (Or other genders depending on which one you ask) that all started with Pharos Number 00001. While most look very different from each other they all have some similar characteristics. They are of course all made of metal, but most have large friendly looking eyes that glow red. Not a LED type red, but closer to the flicker of a flame, and they tend to have sturdy looking legs, a low centre of gravity and a serial number on their back.

Affiliated Group: May Dairy Farms, Oxbridge University, the International Monetary Taskforce

Backstory: like any expansive business, May Dairy Farms was always bound to become entangled in the brambles of the law. Their first case was an inheritance dispute, as a distant relative of Number One's designer claimed that he was the rightful owner of her land, and that the small village of Pharos that had arisen in the wake of her passing were mere squatters. One and Two responded to this in typical Pharos fashion; create a new specialised Pharos to fix the problem. To this end, Pharos Number 00002 constructed Pharos Number 00125, otherwise known as Five Cubed. Five Cubed was brought into the world for the singular purpose of learning and applying legal theory, and from the moment of his creation and up until the day they were to appear in court, Five Cubed studied how best to fulfil this purpose.
Unfortunately, May Dairy Farms lost. Five Cubed did at least manage to negotiate for May Dairy to belatedly purchase the land from its newly established rightful owner, for a steep but not unfeasible price, which was at least preferable to being evicted. One and Two saw this as an overall positive outcome, even congratulating Five for his hard work. Five himself was less content, and resolved to continue his studies in a proper place of learning. And so, he enrolled in Oxbridge University. He proved to be an excellent student, duxing Dr Darkins infamously difficult "Law and Memes" course and landing a brief internship with IMT. He was offered a permanent position at the organisation, but Five had only ever wanted one thing; to return to Arkansas and work with his brothers and sisters on the farm, for he missed the smell of milk and fresh manure. When he finally did graduate, he rolled back into May Dairy Farms under the new title of Five Cubed Esquire, and he's been representing them in the courts ever since.
Some would say that his efforts are wasted on the farm, where the majority of legal disputes are about bad milk cases, but recent events are set to provide him a true challenge; Tar Nero has accused May Dairy Farms, along with the broader Pharos community, of plagiarising his militarised Super Pharos design. It's an odd case to say the least, as he's the leader of a sovereign nation that is in open war against the Union of Arkansas where May Dairy Farms are based, so Five Cubed isn't quite sure which court he means to take them to, or if he even means to honour any of the legal strictures set by said court. However, given that the injured party is a known perpetrator of genocide, Five doubts that failure will see the same lenience that it did last time. Wherever and however this goes down, Five Cubed Esq. can't afford to lose.

Description: A bronze clockwork humanoid with a fire powering him inside his skull. Wears a smart red bowtie, and, when in court, a white powdered wig. Being a newer model, Five Cubed functions much quieter than Number One. His ticking is almost inaudible, which is good given that his profession deals so heavily in public speaking. While he does still possess many of the country boy quirks of his fellow Pharos, his time at university in Beece has somewhat refined his bearing. Some of the other Pharos tease him about his fancy words and education, while many view him with a kind of referential respect. Five Cubed doesn't let this friendly banter get to him; ultimately, the farm is where he belongs.

Special Abilities: STURDY LEGS! An extensive lawyer experience, and knowledge of many of the world's diverse legal systems.

Affiliation with other characters:

One and Two built Five Cubed, and so like many of their Pharos brothers and sisters they treat their creation like family. Being the one hundred and twenty fifth Pharos, the two May Dairy Farm leaders don't have as much time for him as they'd like, but given recent events they've been seeing more of each other.

Though quite similar in many respects, the Galt tend to view the Pharos as somewhat inferior beings. Living statues animated by banal clockwork instead of sheer determination. However, Five Cubed earned a degree of respect from the Galt David D. Darkins during his time as a student. In addition to the recognition of his superb work ethic, Darkins was surprised at the depth of Five's fire and cog consciousness. At some point he intends to write a paper on the memetics of the Pharos.

Five Cubed Esq. has no love for the Genesis regime. Even before their emperor sued his entire species for existing, their brutal conquest of Beece and subsequent ransacking of Oxbridge University saw the death and disenfranchisement of many people who Five had known personally.

One of Five Cubed's most notable achievements, which very few other people could claim to have earned themselves, it is that he once interviewed Trace Backster, and not the other way around. This was for an assignment on exotic legal scenarios, and Five figured that Trace's extraterrestrial nation in Satellite L27S95 would make for an interesting case. He managed to land an interview through Number One, who knew Trace from his milk deliveries.

[The JoJo]

Xegog and the Grand Duchy of Savony

On the tip of the continent to the far west lies the Grand Duchy of Savony. The Duchy has a short and not particularly illustrious history, which began when it was bought by the wealthy Savon family three centuries ago to order to gain a seat on the Imperial Diet of the Etonian Empire. A testament to the pure political expedience of this purchase is that it was more than a century before any of the newly minted Grand Dukes actually set foot in their domain.

In time, revolutionary fervour swept through the world and the Empire promptly collapsed, leaving the Grand Duchy as a sovereign state. Restrictive house marriage laws in turn took their toll, and by the time so-called "Leopold the Last" took the throne, with a lineage so intertwined that by some reckoning he was technically his own grandfather and a tongue that rivalled his forearm in length and girth, the monarch had effectively been cut out of governing the country. Nobody really noticed therefore when a few years later Leopold accidentally choked to death on a swan feather, and the government took the opportunity to quietly switch to a rotating system where a senior citizen would be nominated as Grand Duke or Duchess for a year. This compromise brought the inbreeding to an end, while preserving a figure for tourists to wave at during the annual summer parades.

The capital city of Savony, which conveniently shares the same name as the Grand Duchy, has in recent times gained a reputation as a playground for the wealthy. Luxury yachts can be found lined up in the harbour, with guests anywhere from Antarctica to Vladof, Genesis to Ragosa. Savony is a place where almost anything can be bought... for the right price.

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Name: Xegog, known in public as Yeshua

Nation: Grand Duchy of Savony

Fantasy race: Unidentified hyperdimensional xenos

Affiliated group, if any: United Reformed Church of the Latter Day Saints of Yeshua (Traditionalist branch)

Backstory: There are beings out there of such unimaginable intelligence, that our concerns must appear to them as we would look at an ant struggling to carry a leaf. Beings who would spend centuries contemplating a single philosophical conundrum, who have seen stars born and die. Xegog is not one of them, however.

A traveller from the fourth spatial dimension, Xegog only came to this part of the galaxy as a wager to see if he could find any undeveloped sentient species to scare. It was only after he had jumped out at his third group of Savonian sherperds that he realised his warpdrive was broken in five different ways, and he hadn't a clue how to fix any of them. Finding himself stranded on a primitive planet with no way to return home, Xegog did the only sensible thing a superintelligent hyperdimensional being would do: he decided to take over the world.

Drawing on all three days of experience on Earth, Xegog took the form of Yeshua, a long dead prophet who was martyred millennia ago in what is now Shidzstan. He then descended into the city of Savony, ready to start his second coming.

Half a decade later, Xegog hasn't made quite as much progress as he had hoped in that time. At a generous count, he has fifty-two adherents to his church, including himself and a homeless man who occasionally turns up for free dinners. There is also the United Reformed Church of the Latter Day Saints of Yeshua (Reformed branch), but Xegog doesn't talk about them any more.

Description: In his human form, Xegog is a mirror image of a goat herder he spotted on the border of Savony, with a short wispy beard, sunken brown eyes and a melancholic expression. He tends to wear flowing white robes, partly because it goes with the image, and partly because it's comfortable.

His true form isn't possible for the human mind to visualise, but the closest approximation would be a fantastically coloured pulsating blob that seems to grow and shrink without logic. This is parts of his body passing through the (unseen to our eyes) fourth dimension.

Special abilities: Though he still by and large struggles to understand human anatomy, Xegog has showed a surprising aptitude for curing ailments involving the backside. This has never been satisfactorily explained.

Relationship to other characters: Xegog has tried several times to get an interview with Trace Backster in order to spread the word, but his letters always go unanswered.

His one moment of fame was briefly appearing in a documentary narrated by Dr D Darkins. Xegog had hoped to bring his teachings to a whole new audience, but instead found himself mocked as a "meme" and his interview cut short to the point where all that remained was a brief argument over the religious permissibility of cake (it is, but only if it is iced). After this humiliation, he swore that his first act following world domination would be revenge on Dr Darkins and the Council of Atheists.