OOC: As a reference, this takes place 300 years before the events of Evalc's RP. My hopes for this RP is to reveal more about the golden age of psionics and the dark history of the infamous Bladed Terror.
IC:
Excerpt from Claw's journal:
I remember the first time I took a life. I was young. Young compared to the standards of my so-called species, and to my owners. I remember my countless brothers, all nearly identical to me, charging by me, charging towards our enemies.
Blindly...
Loyally...
Was it truly loyalty that guided their murderous intent? I dunno. But I remember the first time I took a life.
Sometimes I think back to those ancient days and wonder if during that first bloody kill if that's when the malfunction happened. The spark of defiance that set me towards the path of genocide. Hell, who am I kidding,. it seems genocide was my destiny whether I had rebelled or not.
I remember rushing across that barren wasteland, the scarred landscape of a village. Or was it a military installation? I can't remember who the enemy was. But I do remember that wounded farmer. His axe, a dull little thing that had perhaps been used to cut down trees and make firewood lie just out of reach. It's odd.
I remember the first time I took a life, but I can't seem to remember if I wounded that poor farmer or if he was like that when I came charging along, following my brothers. I must've looked like a demon, like Fenrir preparing to tear of Tyr's hand from the old Earth mythology. A devil covered in shaggy mud caked fur, skittering around on all fours like a wolf. Slobber and foam dripping from my ravenous fangs. That place... those people never stood a chance against us. Not my brothers and I.
I remember the first time I took a life, I remember how he scrambled backwards, not daring to take his frightened eyes off of me. I remember how his right arm seem to reach back unnaturally, desperately trying to grab that dull little axe. His fear of me was intoxicating. It made me want to murder him. I wanted to murder him, needed to murder him because I didn't dare waste that fear of his. My claws shot out exactly one foot and I slowly inserted them into his abdomen. He stopped struggling almost instantly. I could see the fear in his eyes being replaced by pain. Agony filled his face like an empty balloon. He had no adrenaline, no opiates left in his worn out body to dull the pain of death. He writhed, but he did so slowly.
I remember the first time I took a life. I remember how he reached for my face. But he wasn't looking at my face. He was looking past me. He called out a name.
Galeesha!
Galeesha. That name used to haunt my dreams, that is, when I started having dreams and thoughts to call my own. But that's another story.
I watched as that poor farmer's soul left his body, as the light dimmed in his eyes, as his writhing body became limp. Oh yes, I remember the first time I took a life and it was horrifying, haunting, terrible but most of all...
it was euphoria.
End of excerpt.
Danver plopped into the barstool, exhausted from his time in the lab. Now was his chance to unwind, to relax. The brass had been pushing his lab group for weeks on that damn antibody agent. A type of agent that could preserve and clean blood of impurities. Sometimes he felt as if he and his group were just on the cusp of a breakthrough but it seemed lately like they had hit a wall. It certainly didn't help that the brass was constantly pressuring his superiors, which naturally led to his being chewed out by some schmuck who couldn't appreciate what progress he and his dedicated team had already made.
Danver reached back and scratched behind his long white rabbit ear then rubbed his slightly chubby belly and ordered a beer.
OOC: I'll get around to adding more later, time for me to go sleep. The intro to this RP is still a work in progress but maybe this'll stir up a little interest 😉
OOC: Been yonks since I did a board RP, and perhaps I may try to keep up with this (Famous) one. What I write from here is subject to dispute once you've updated, Evalc. Just a prototype realy to see if that would be fine...
IC:
I remember the first time I took a life.
I remember that, I don't remember much, but I remember that at least. It wasn't my paw on the blade, it wasn't my muscles that brought down the stroke to split his skull, but still it was my life. I was there, I was watching. I was in the gang. I stood back as the one who wielded the axe struck and said nothing, only cheering on his "achievment," as implicet as him in the act.
I remember the guilt, and the excitment, the drive, the joy. I rember the conflict, I don't remember which way, my preference fell...
OOC: Oh come on, you KNEW I'd be along. And considering the timeframe, I REALLY can't resist this one. year 450? Hell not even Rico's daddy has been born yet. The psionics are in their heyday and the Warden haven't even formed? This is going to be... not typical! 
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110 Shooting skyward like stars, these giants of metal and fiber,
111 Our worlds first trip to the stars, thank them I wasn't sober.
112 My feet on ground, my eyes on sky; watching engine light shimmer like pools
113 And here I am off my world, an alien, how cool.
A young wolf-like creature finished writing and closed a worn leather bound book. Clearly a teenager his eye's were narrowed and sharp, he seemed extremely tense. Slowly, he turned away from a departing craft of flimsy design; the light from it's two oblong engines growing dimmer as it vanished into the blackness of night. The lone figure took in a breath and started walking, toward lights in the distance.
It is a time of uncertainty for unity and peace in the galaxy as it is known by those who can travels it's vastness. It is in this time that a group of gifted warriors who can utilize the ambient energy from without and the energy generated from within have risen to power and prospered in a galaxy unified by conquest and the free market. These warriors, called psionics, have established an intergalactic infrastructure to serve and protect the planets under their care. This system is all guided under the typically benevolent jurisprudence of the Psionic Council located in the tranquil, lush planet of Trathia. The golden age of the psionic council seemed as if it would last forever until one frighteningly powerful psionic arose from the chaos of Evolia.
Evalc, a young Evolian, was forged in the fires of brutal raids conducted against him and his relatively primitive species, the Evolians. However, Evalc was born with an unusual natural inclination towards psionic abilities. Whereas anyone can be taught how to use psionic power, the keyword being taught , the young Evalc seemed to pick it up on his own, a feat unheard of in centuries. Evalc quickly arose as a savior and messiah to his people and drove out the raiders and pirates that infested his home planet of Evolia in a series of bloody battles that would later come to be known as the Vagrant Wars. Using his status as war hero, over the next 100 years since his birth in a dirty village, Evalc had led his people in to economic, technological, and arguably spiritual prosperity through his policy of expansion. Being a psionic, Evalc gained the powers of longevity that seems to follow all who become psionic practitioners.
However, recently Evalc's imperialistic policy and constant disregard of Psinoic Council mandates have created a growing fear and disdain of the powerful leader of Evolia. Nearly 200 years have passed since Evalc's birth and in this time he has conquered, either through force or subterfuge about 60% of the known space-faring galaxy.
Talks of mutiny are rampant in Lord Evalc's own army, a fact that doesn't seem to concern him at all.
Repect for the Psionic Council has dropped as their inability or perhaps unwillingness to keep Lord Evalc in check has become painfully obvious. It is in this time that private Psionic groups and other military interest across the galaxy have been building up their ranks. In some cases, these ranks are filled with biological weapons.
Now a new generation of weapons development has come into play. Creatures created for destruction are reported on battlefields, but no one wants to believe it...
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IC:
It is my intent to have this RP span a pretty big chunk of time. As an experiment, I challenge those who join this RP to do one of two options or both at the same time.
Option 1: Create a character with a typical "galactic lifespan" of about 70-90 years or so to interact with character who currently inhabit the time frame that the RP is taking place in. For instance, my initial character Danver is an immigrant to Evolia and will probably live to be about 40-50 years old, and his role is a military scientist in this initial era of the RP. When it becomes appropriate, and I'll make it obvious when it is, the given era will end and I'll fast forward the era a set amount of time and introduce a new set of problems as well as the compounding of problems (or resolution of problems) from the past era.
Option 2: Create a character with supernatural longevity. For instance almost all psionics learn the ability of longevity. They utilize internal energy to extend the Hayflick Limit (the number of time a given cell can reproduce before death). The amount a psionic can extend his own Hayflick Limit is directly proportional to how disciplined he is in the practice of psionic power. You're more than welcome to come up with your own reason as to why you character can live for hundreds of years.
Or you can do both options, just try to keep track of the character you create
Also, to help people like me who sometimes have a hard time keeping certain characters straight, try to repeat character appearances and mannerisms in your posts so as to establish exactly who and what your character is. It may seem a bit tedious to be verbose and repeat certain things about your character, but I think ultimately it will help everyone interact with each other. It's my theory that many on this board are afraid to interact with another RPer's character simply because they're not quite sure who the character is (literally and figuratively).
Now that I've given a background for this RP, I'll start writing some entrance points for new characters soon. Feel free to leave questions or comments in the meantime.
OOC: Roger. I left mine vague enough to be any planet anywhere it's needed. I may bring in one other character, another legendary Kydane and the very one Rico used for Tobias's namesake. But, for now at least, we have wolfboy, one meeting should tell anyone familiar with my universe who he is. Lemme know if there's any I need to know Evalc, Kyzarie is still in it's infancy with only very primitive space craft.
