✰follow you for eternity✰ semi-lit/lit ✰ Invite Only

if this RP looks familiar, that's because it is on another site. I'm moving it here. Do not post unless I invited you. This might open to the public, but do not count on it.

Some of you might be part of the Universal Maintenance and Defense System, otherwise known as UMDS, for you simple-minded humans in the back. You travel among others, never alone despite the void outside your starship's windows.

Others of you are lonesome. You have no partnerships out here in the abyss.

But you have one thing in common - while you look young, act young, while a few hours may pass to you - you are thousands of years old. Space does something to aging. Your family is most likely dead, unless you're the breed of alien that lives for millennials, in which case, good for you. Someone on your birth planet is still alive and loves you. They just probably won't ever see you again.

This space-year will be different. A mysterious signal has come across every universe traveler's system, rogue or not. Some of you, those in the UMDS especially, are headed to a hostile planet where the signal source is.

You may seek riches, you may be curious, you may be looking for violence. Whatever it is, this signal interests you.

Have fun.--

★All WD rules apply

So no animals.

〘U M D S〙

The defenders of the very universe we all live and breath in. You are required to follow the orders of HIVE, a mechanical information system that alerts members of UMDS if there is a large threat within the galaxy you currently reside in. You must clean up any messes you come across and gather samples of animals who you discover. Log all of your findings - they may prove useful in gaining the favor of HIVE.

You also must destory any threats or hostile aliens who cross your path. If they raid UMDS' ships often or slaughter planets or destroy specimens, it is your duty to kill without hesitation. HIVE wills it, and you have trained and sworn under HIVE.

Ideal Personality Traits for UMDS:-Clever-Team-working skills-Motivation-Skilled with Weapons-Able to write and log animals in detail.

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〘R O G U E〙

Loyal to no one, you travel the galaxy alone. You pilot tiny starships with only enough space for you and your necessities. Perhaps, once, you came from a planet sending you out on a mission, only for the planet to abandon you or for you to abandon it. You can catalogue your discoveries if you so wish, you can go wherever you desire.

But you have the tendency to be awfully lonesome. Because of this you're the type to interfere with other aliens in an either friendly or aggressive manner. Either way, you spend most of your space-journeying life in a solitary confinement with only the hum of the starship's engine to keep you from going insane.

〘F O R M〙

Appearing Age: [should be bellow 50]

Actual Age: [above 500]

Gender/Pronouns

Appearance 

Personality 

Species

Other

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〘R O L E S〙

Members of UMDS [0/5]

Rogues [1/3]

Sydney Sisson || me aaa

 ⇋ Karma Kamaxus ⇌

[Karma | Kar-ma / means "fate" or "destiny"]

[Kamaxus | Ka-max-us / a (original) surname of her people meaning "night crawler"] 

Nickname(s):

Karmie, Kar', Weaver, Spider lady. 

Species:

Lepaxian.

[ Le-pax-ian]

Home Planet:

Lepaxia.

[Le-pax-ia]

Physical Age:

27.

Actual Age:

533.

Birth Sex:

Female.

Gender Pronouns:

Feminine | She/her/hers.

Sexual Orientation:

Heterosexual.

Role / Group:

Inventor / UMSD.

Personality:

If someone had to pick one word to describe Karma "fast" would be right on the money. She is a fast-paced Insectoid who constantly has something on her mind, her mind is a active place where her thoughts have no shut-off button, they are constant whether they consist of her imaginative ideas for inventions, or otherwise. Because of this active noggin of hers, she sometimes experiences trouble when trying to get some well-needed rest for the night, which is why one is most likely to find Karma at her workshop at night. Instead of being workaholic behavior one may garner from this due to her typical hard-working disposition.

Her reasoning is often simple as her deciding to be productive until she gets tired enough to where rest comes easier for her, or alternatively she crashes, however the latter is more uncommon. A highly curious soul who thrives on knowledge and discovery, choosing to observe, learn and inquire, these things only fuel her passion to invent new, efficient inventions ranging from tech, weapons, and general helpful objects to help with the everyday. Often times whatever ideas come to mind, she is quick to work on, despite her quick-haste- her behavior makes it seem like this has became a natural instinct of hers to act on.

Quick-thinking yet hasty, her mind takes in information easier, processes it swiftly, and while the ideas she constructs on the top of her head might not be fool proof, she still tries to make them work. However. With that much excessive speed, can make for decisions that are not thought through carefully enough. Karma is a instinct heavy person, sometimes relying on her gut to push through things, and her instincts can be more animalistic causing her to act inappropriate in some situations. She is adaptive and decisive, this trait going hand-and-hand to her quick-thinking it is not uncommon that Karma sticks with her newly crafted plans, and being flexible she shows adaptation- and a cool mind when her plans take an unexpected turn. Willing to learn new ways to do things.

Appearance:

If someone has a phobia of bugs- specifically spiders, then Karma's appearance is sure to bring a shiver down their spine. From her towering stature at six feet, seven inches, to the two pairs of red eyes which range in size that lack pupils. Six arms only make her staggering, big yet lithe in physical build appear even bigger. As a contrast to her short, brown hairs covering the rest of her body. Streaks of rich blue stray from her chest, sweeping across the outside of every one of the Insectoids multiple arms. With black accents, the colors swirl into a decorative pattern, one of which vaguely resembles marbling. Mouth is wide with chelicerae on either side in front of her mouth, these appendages part found in arachnids and other arthropods have pincer-like claws at the ends, however Karma does have lips. They are thin with a noticeable slight dip in the cupids bow but otherwise not much else definition wise, and when she opens her mouth one can somewhat see her small, sharp teeth.

Keeping in the facial area, Karma has a rounded face with a chin that has a noticeable point to, she lacks a defined nose instead having nostrils in it's place. Her first set of eyes are big while the second set is below the first, this set is smaller. Both sets of eyes are rounded and thick, long eyelashes on the outside wrapping around the sides, the color differs from the expected brown hair to black. Lashes aim upwards, the lower part of the lash gets shorter, but the lower part- while shorter spikes upwards as well thanks to a partial segmentation or rather dip in-between.

Karma's most worn attire is a brown pant fitting of her long legs that bend at the knee which is located a bit higher than a humans, the bend goes into the lower part of the legs that are moved back some. The pant is a bit lighter brown than her body. This pant lacks a zipper or even a button, the top being held without belt lopes by a rope-like belt equipped with a number of packs all varying in size, at the very top of the pant is it a bit ruffled by the belt instead of a more intentional design.

Underneath she wears a black bodysuit that lacks sleeves on top, but on the pant leg are they short, the suit also has solid blue sides that edge more to the inside the further down it goes. The bodysuit caters to her multiple arms, having arm holes at the waist, then below the waist. Shoulders are not left bare, covered by a high-collar shoulder cloak that has a black base, but a white spider-web design, the edges even have the dips and points as they are depicted to have.

It should also be mentioned that the female Lepaxians are all bare-chested, therefore Karma obviously is. On her second pair of arms, the hands are both covered with dark blue finger-less gloves, stopping just below the wrist the end is wrapped up like the belt, except the very end is straight across without the ruffling. The gloves of course reveal her long slender fingers, that have short claws for fingertips but these claws get thinner as they reach the top, then softly curving to make a slight hook. To round out the outfit, despite her two-toed feet, she can wear footwear and the footwear in question is simple a pair of black high-rise boots which have blue zipper detail in the back.

Other:

Shares a ship with Lincoln.

role reserved!

oh yeah baby give me a r o g u e

〘Sappho〙

"Why don't you run from me, now that you know what I am?"

  Appearing Age: 

28

Actual Age: 

501

Home Planet

D8-2911

More commonly known as "Eris"

Role and Alignment

Rogue - Engineer when in a crew

Status

Stowaway

Gender/Pronouns

She/Her

Diet

Carnivorous, can eat any type of meat, but humanoids are her preferred prey

Sexuality

Asexual, Demiromantic

Appearance 

She is mostly hidden behind her space suit, the stereotypical bulky white suit masking her appearance completely. Underneath, she is very pale skinned, her flesh easily bruised and blemished. Large scars run down the right side of her face, over her eye and down her cheek. She dresses very conservatively, often wearing a turtleneck sweater and jeans, with a lab coat and goggles. 

She typically appears humanoid, although her shape can horribly morph into a beast like form. Her teeth become horribly sharp and numerous in rows, tentacles sprout from her limbs, and her jaw is able to be unhinged greatly, able to swallow a humanoid of similar size to her. She digests prey quickly, leaving to her not being very bloated and obvious that she just vored someone. 

She stands at 5'0" and weighs a measly 90 lbs, easily able to be picked up and shoved around. She often needs help with heavy lifting jobs, which she will quietly beckon one or two people over to where she needs them, and gesture to what she needs lifted or held.

Picture of space suit, drawn by me

Clean lines? Don't know her.

Personality 

Sappho is completely deaf and mute, being unable to verbally speak. She was attacked when she was younger, leaving a horrific scar across her face. She was left partially blind after the incident, which left her with a fear of being completely along with others and some general anxiety as well. She is very fidgety, always on edge and watching those around her. Because of her compromised vision, she wears protective goggles almost all the time, to ensure the safety of her remaining eye. She doesn't like things getting close to her face, be it inanimate objects or people. Sappho is very suspicious of everyone, terrified of everything.

She spends a lot of time in solitude, which gives her many opportunities to work on her jobs. She spends a lot of time programming AIs and repairing the inner workings of the ship. She isn't one to mind being asked favors of, although she is very uncomfortable when around others for a long period of time, so if you're going to ask her to do something for you, do it quick. She's very gentle and even-tempered, never going out of her way to make others angry or uncomfortable. As hard as she wants to form bonds with others, her anxiety is very strong and she constantly needs comfort when she's in stressful situations. 

Sappho is extremely pessimistic, always fearing what consequences her actions will lead to her. She constantly believes that her lifestyle has driven her insane, and she waits for nothing more than the day she dies, so her body can be returned to the galaxy, her atoms used for something actually useful. She has not interacted with another species in a way other than predatory behavior for the most part. Her own species is very lonely and she has never met one of her own kind. She normally just stalks around the outskirts of a civilization on a planet, preying on those that seem worthless or wouldn't be missed if they happened to disappear. 

Other

uwu ily bear

Backstory

Sappho was hatched on the body of a dead pilot, immediately competing with her two siblings for dominance. She was neither the largest nor the smallest, averaging her size between her two siblings. The smallest was quick to go first, both Sappho and the other killing them off first. After that, things got hairy. Sappho and the older sibling clashed, Sappho eventually winning but she is now scarred horribly from the battle, which stays between any forms that she takes. As she grew she was drawn to the ship which she had grown up next to, her thirst for exploration growing within her. She slowly was able to repair the ship and its contents, finding novelties that the human pilot had left behind. She assumed her identity as best she could, trying to blend in as best she could. She took the clothes she could find that weren't horribly destroyed, and she made a new life for herself. She avoids her kind as much as possible, wishing to not be distracted by the need to reproduce. She has destroyed the pheromone glands on her body, making her basically invisible to others of her kind. She often attacks those of her own kind, vicious in consuming them and revealing them to the world, although she isn't against eating an innocent being. 

Playlist

Sin Triangle - Sidney Gish

A Song Dedicated to the Memory of Stormy the Rabbit - AJJ

send it to Oslo - sparky deathcap

Folding Chair - Regina Spektor

Saline Solution - Wilbur Soot

Rogacz

"Your city gave me asthma, so that's why I'm fucking leaving."

Appearing Age:

37

Actual Age:

9,120

Alignment and Role

UMDS Botanist/Medic

Gender/Pronouns

He/Him, They/Them

Sexuality

Heterosexual, Biromantic

Diet

Insectorvore babey

Appearance 

Art by me :)

Rogacz stands at 2'6", being very short. His build is: haha no muscles. He weighs like 50 pounds, being real light and easy to pick up and chuck around. 

And no he's not wearing jammies that's his space suit.

Personality 

Rogacz is juste... a litle creachure. 

He is very soft and loving toward those close to him, having no sense of personal space. He loves being in contact with others, absolutely dreading being isolated from others. 

He is the type of person to unironically do the "uwu fingers." You know the ones. He's very nervous and anxious, always scared if he's alone, in the dark, or just in a generally uncomfy situation. He is effectively a large child, wanting to hold your hand platonically or show you a really cool rock he found. He also has the attention span of a child, often hopping between projects after a few minutes, and getting easily distracted by other sutff.

He is always frightened by technology and advancements, him being very uncomfortable around large machines. He is very focused on his work most of the time, tending to plants and studying their behavior and reactions to certain conditions, as well as taking care of the other UMDS members. While he doesn't entirely agree with the HIVE all the time, he finds that his current situation is better than being completely alone.

Species

Axolotl babey

idk a scientific name for them yet

Playlist

Dream Sweet in Sea Major - Miracle Musical

Jubilee Line - Wilber Soot

This one cover to Mamma Mia

Other-

Anemoia's bath friend

Anemoia

"Were I given your intelligence, your mind, or your common sense, this ship would've been destroyed light years ago, so do us all a favor and shut your mouth."

Appearing age:

35

Actual Age: [above 500]:

1000

Gender/Pronouns:

They/them; he/him or she/her (for those who find it simpler for association; however might prefer she over he if used)

Genderless (might be mistaken to be a male due to build)

Role/position:

UMDS; mechanic (however is capable of doing menial jobs that others want nothing to do with)

Due to being denied the role of a scientist he might sneak into the laboratory once in a while to tinker with any specimens they've hidden away for safe keepings. They will probably mess around with the biological composition of the specimen(s) until he receives an outcome he is pleased with

Weapon:

Sickle

Appearance:

All credentials for art, idea, coloring, etc belong to me. If on-image credentials are required let me know!

Edit: I'm the smoothest brain in the West and wrote "slaws" instead of "claws" so don't steal my kneecaps for it [b]lease

Height: 6'5"

Weight: 185 lbs

Diet: Small-medium sized organisms or microorganisms if capable of acquiring any; willing to try other forms of protein filled meals if low on home food; can manage bits of vegetation, however will lead to health and dietary issues if not properly balanced with protein packed meals

Voice: Think of David Harbour from Stranger Things; that's how they sound, just a little more grumpy

Items: Anemoia always carries a toolbox, or tool belt, around in case they've got to fix something immediately. If the ship's engine has an issue that's urgent, they'll be ready with their tools at hand instead of running to their workroom to retrieve them. Their gloves are always in their pocket, ready for use, and their handy goggles and/or welding mask are always in their box or belt. Items they do not carry around with them are their helmet and PLSS as they don't need them unless they're to exit the ship to repair any external damage. Other items that they will occasionally use would be their reading glasses, which are fairly small and rectangular with no frame wire on the top of the lenses, which they wears near the tip of their nose when righting their usual reports and logs; there are occasions where Anemoia will wear them at meetings or possibly forget to remove them and walk around with them. In honesty, if others could tell them without receiving a frown, they look a little old and far more grumpy with them. Items you'll never see on Anemoia is a flashlight; why? This is because they've got fairly excellent night vision, which in itself is good enough as a flashlight--also they just don't like flashlights; this is because their main predator back at home had a bioluminescent light that'd attract their unwary kind like moths to a lamp

Personality: 

When one thinks of Anemoia, they may describe them as a grouch, an old man, a buzzkill, or someone who simply doesn't care much.

Well, they're right. 

Anemoia, despite coming from such a social and empathetic/emotionally expressive species, is not as empathetic, social, or expressive in ways that are quite positive or uplifting. This is actually a major reason as to why they'd been sent to the UMDS by their planet. No one likes a grouch, so why not get rid of 'em? Anemoia surely didn't mind such a thing, after all they didn't fit in well with the rest anyway. They are seen as a rather aloof, callous, tempered, and solitary. Mechanics are meant to work with others in order to dissolve problems, so Anemoia will attempt to do so as long as others do not give them a very hard time. However being the only mechanic does make a majority of their work fairly simple as no one is actually tagging along to tug on their sleeve. 

Anemoia is, as previously mentioned, fairly 'inconsiderate' of the emotions of others as they themselves do not understand or feel all the emotions that others may feel. In many instances, they might insult someone, yell, be harsh, or possibly even ignore someone, as they aren't entirely aware that they should act in a different way or react differently. They are aware of their difference to those of their species, but are unaware of the sensitivity of others as they themselves aren't as sensitive in an emotional sense. Yes, they're tempered, but not the type of person to cry if yelled at. However, just because they don't understand emotions entirely doesn't mean they aren't entirely aware of what they do. They are only unaware if they aren't very familiar with someone, however once familiarity is gained there will be no change in their behavior. This is something that can be misinterpreted, however it shouldn't. 

They don't do well socially, as mentioned before, which is why they picked the role of a mechanic. Machines don't bother you, they don't talk to you, and they don't have anything to them. They are simple, at least for a mechanic they can be. Were they able to pick the role of a scientist and not need an assistant, they'd have chosen so, but they've been denied such a role for a major reason many do not recognize until a situation may get worse and worse: Anemoia is a wild card. They do not care for their actions, and will do whatever it is they please at "random" intervals of time. They are loyal, but they are only loyal until they come across someone else who expresses ideas and views they find best suitable. Anemoia is one who will do something just "to see what will happen," and it is a rather damaging aspect of their person.

Were a rogue to come across them first, they would not kill them on sight. Why would they? Best to just do whatever they please and if the rogue kills them then so be it. However, if given a profitable proposition, Anemoia will cover for and protect the rogue as well as their allies. They will not consider them "friends," but rather "allies" or simple "acquaintances" that share similar "goals." 

Anemoia can be destructive when they please, though it is usually subtle and calculated. A majority of what they do is calculated, which is sometimes very difficult to pick up on. UMDS thought he wasn't a safe scientist? Boy did they mess up when allowing him the role of mechanic. It's uncertain as to why Anemoia is this way, but one thing can be known for certain: they have no remorse, no guilt, no regret, and is willing to do whatever it takes to entertain themselves for their own amusement no matter who or what is at stake

Its so bad aaaaaa I'm sorry

Fun facts- Anemoia doesn't understand much of humor, sarcasm, or anything in-between. They take everything quite literally, however they have started to understand very small bits of the tropes. Still hella confused

Species:

Homokiwaedus Gacuvier

Species information-

Homokiwaedus Gacuvier is a subaquatic species of bipedal mammalichamorpha that live on a planet known as Sudaera - a planet that is about as large as Venus, containing a 65% mass of dihydrogen monoxide and a 35% mass of solid landmass. Homokiwaedus Gacuvier are genderless, and much like some bird species and cells they can perform what is known as parenthogenesis. This type of species is known for being relatively social, living in colonies, however when it comes to relationships and partners there are very few - those who are partners tend to be monogamous and will generally live together in isolation; partners, or couples, tend to have 1-4 offspring maximum, unlike the head of a colony. Homokiwaedus Gacuvier have skin that looks smooth, however when touched feels rough much like sandpaper. Their skin is made up of small plates of cartilage known as denticles, which are small 1" thick plated cartilage teeth on their body that protect them from sustaining minor injuries. The plated teeth themselves are lacking in melanin and coloration, resulting in the species having a mostly white appearance. The plates are around 3 cm in size, which is why they aren't easily seen, and if a soft skinned organism brushes against them hard enough they can sustain minor, or major, injuries depending on size and how fragile they are.

Homokiwaedus Gacuvier have hair as well, specifically known as setae, on their heads and arms, which allows them to capture microorganisms and other small organisms. The setae is also used as a type of sensor which is extremely useful to those who are blind or may be in dark regions that are too hard to see; they have "night vision," however in order to see there must be at least a small amount of light present. If no light is present (like in a deep underground cave or deep down underwater) then they will be visually impaired and rely on their setae to help give them sensory vision. The height range is from 5'5" all the way to 7' maximum, all of which depends on certain genetic and geographic factors; those who live at higher elevations tend to be smaller with increased hemoglobin while those who live at lower elevations bear taller statures and are far more aquatic than their elevated counterparts. Homokiwaedus Gacuvier have built in filters, less visible than gills, on the sides of their neck where they filter out oxygen from water. Homokiwaedus Gacuvier can last up to 5 hours underwater without the need to resurface, however if more acquainted to land than water they'll only be able to last from 1-3 hours tops. 

On the hands and feet are claws, normally black in coloration, in which tend to be used during hunts and other manual activities; only the claws on the hands are retractable. The hands are fairly developed in a sense where they have the specific function of holding objects while the feet are evolved in a way where the toes spread outwards much like flippers, both hands and feet have webbing that is the same coloration as their setae. The sclera matches the color of the setae, while the pupil tends to be a color in which goes well with the setae's color; examples would be red sclera with orange pupil, blue sclera with white pupil, green sclera with gold pupil, pink sclera with yellow pupil, etc etc. When it comes to certain suits, such as space suits, the color of the suit is usually the same as the color of the setae for easy identification. 

Homokiwaedus Gacuvier have an average lifespan of 2500 years, and age can best be seen by the amount of pigmentation in their setae. The less pigmentation there are visible, the older the organism. When one thinks about it, it's almost like a receding hairline-minus the loss of "hair." Same pigmentation loss occurs in the setae on the arms.

The teeth are fairly pointed, as they are considered to be a carnivorous species, with serrated sides. Each organism has 2 rows of teeth which will molt when worn out and a new set are prepared to push forward. If one was to think about it in simpler terms, imagine the way a shark loses its tooth and gets a new one: it works just like that.

As previously mentioned, Homokiwaedus Gacuvier are social creatures, empathetic and emotionally expressive, functioning well in groups and colonies, however there are instances where an odd one is born; when mentioning "odd one," the term is best tied to a member of the species that lacks empathy and emotional expression. If a member lacks in this, it is recognized as disabled or possibly defective. Those who are seen as defective might be abandoned by those who are their family, and tend to have shorter lifespans due to a lower survival chance when being alone. Despite being an intelligent species, there is still social Darwinism and much preference still in play.

Other:

Loves listening to classical music, especially those that are heavily piano based. Bach (loves listening to his Prelude in any of the Majors), Mozart, Beethoven, Tchaikovsky, Schubert, Wagner, Brahms, Schumann, Verdi, Handel, Haydn, Stravinsky, Chopin, Mendelssohn, Debussy, Liszt, Rachmaninov, Dvorak, Mahler, and many more are among the most beloved composers they love listening to

Not very fun word definitions: 

Mammalichamorpha- an organism in which is a mammal, however shares DNA and other factors with the Selachimorpha family (basically what sharks are classified as)

Homokiwaedus Gacuvier- This is just a mash up of "Homo," "Kiwa," and the "Ga" of "Galeocerdo" combined with "Cuvier." Literally just a mesh of man/intelligent yeti crab tiger shark in two fancy shanty words that don't actually exist

[ ATTENTION ]

These profiles aren't too well done, I got kinda lazy. The rest of personalities will be revealed in RP, but I'll continue to add on when I get motivation.

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APEPI

“I'm more capable than any of you!” Breaks down crying.

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[ pronunciation ]

Ah-pep-ee

[ Apepi = Egyptian demon serpent who destroyed everything when dawn arove each morning ]

[ nickname(s) ]

Apep, Pepsi, Pip-Boy

[ age ]

24 (Appearing)

927 (Actually)

[ Unknown birthday ]

[ gender + pronouns ]

Non-binary / They/Them / Xe/Xim

[ All other pronouns are accepted as well ]

[ sexuality ]

Bisexual

[ group ]

Rogue

[ species ]

Ra

[ Apepi's species cannot be found to have any documentation on it. As far as information goes, barely anyone knows about this species' existence, other than small pockets of societies across the galaxy that have come across a Ra. The Ra have always lived in a stone age-type society on their home planet Duat. They are typically small and willowy people, and each look like carbon copies of the others. Their average height is 5'7, and it is rare to see someone spike up above that height, but when they do, they are quite, quite tall.

The Ra, having no natural strength or protection, have evolved to develop a mimicry factor to them; Their bodies can morph into anomalous weapons. They usually copy factors of other animals on their home planet, like the protective spikes of a herbivore, or the sabertooth-like teeth of a predator. This factor only comes into play when a Ra feels like they are in danger. If a Ra has never had an example of a weapon shown to them, they will morph a limb into grotesque vision of a weapon.

Members of this species often have black or brown curls in their hair. They have only one gender, to which they refer to as Sht. Their skin color may range from pale to dark tan colors, but their skin has a gray tint to it which makes them appear grayscale in the right lighting. ]

[ personality ]

Dignified - Quiet - Touchy

To understand Apepi, you must first understand their past. In reality, Apepi could've been a completely healthy, rambunctious young adult, like any other Ra at this age. This is, of course, if they hadn't gone through what they did.

There is a reason why the Ra is such an unheard of species is because of what happened to them.

Apep is a paradox in itself. Their personality is incredibly hard to label, because they are a compulsive liar who has the tendency to bend to other's personalities. If they make a friend, they will most likely adapt their personality. There are only three factors to Apepi that remain constant, and they go as the following: their pessimism, mimicry behaviors, and sense of guilt. For instance, they could be feeling pretty down about something that didn't go their way, but the second that someone else starts to complain about the same thing, a switch clicks on in their brain. It tells them to serve as a therapist for the other, and to burden their friend's guilt for them. They use this false sense of sympathy as a mask to feel like a "true" human.

They have a warped sense of "right" and "wrong." 

[ appearance ]

There are a number of qualities about Apepi's appearance that could make you question their humanity. For example, their beady, black eyes. The pupils are just a little too large, and for some odd reason, only have eyelashes on their top lid. Yes, this is odd, but probably possible in humans.

Apepi has an initially feminine look to the way they dress, but has an ambiguous body shape and face. Their face is rounded, but that does not mean they have a weak jawline. They have puffy cheeks that have a slight frown crease by the corner of their lips. Dimples easily form when they smile, though their smile is typically tight-lipped and faint when it appears. Their teeth are pointed like a shark's, without the jaggedness on the side that makes their bites so painful. No, apep's teeth are completely smoothed down to the point. If they were to open their mouth and stick out their tongue, you would see many puncture-like scars on their tongue and on the inside of their cheeks from when they were talking and bit down on accident. Receiving a bite from them feelings like nothing at first, until their upper jaw pulls up to show a perfect array of muscle-deep tooth marks. Their teeth don't seem that long, but when they pull up their lips, you'll see that their gums only start to apper right underneath the base of their nose, making their teeth look like lengthy spikes. If you were to call them "human," you should take the term with a grain of salt. Their nose is long, but with a nose bridge that curves inward instead of outward. Apepi's hair is about mid-length, only to their shoulders, but still made of wild curls. Their hair is made up of curly layers; the first reaching down to their ears, the next right below their chin, and the third to the bottom of their nape.

[ other ]

If you want something bad to happen in your character's storyline, PM me because Apepi is just the man for evil doing.

The singular gender in Ra culture, "Sht," is referred to as the third gender (intersexuality) in ancient Egypt.

LINCOLN

“Just think, I could do the same for you.”

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[ pronunciation ]

Lin-kun

[ Lincoln = From the Lake of Settlement ]

[ nickname(s) ]

Link, Abraham Lincoln

[ age ]

26 (Appearing)

696 (Actually)

[ February 29th ]

[ gender + pronouns ]

Male / He/Him

[ sexuality ]

Unknown

[ group ]

UMSD (surprisingly)

[ species ]

Aphroix

[ The Aphroix are better known as "Shadow Creatures." Though typically remaining on dim and murky planets, they can easily be found throughout the universe. They have different labels under different folktales, such as "Changeling" for European folklore. Despite this, they are not real changelings, just easily confused for it.

The Aphroix's true forms are tall, limber people with long fingers, large eyes and pupils, and a gnarly set of pin-like teeth. Appearances will differ depending on your sub-species of Aphroix (the majority of which are unnamed). They have the ability to steal the appearances of other organisms, but retain a lot of the same features they had before (thus the reason why they are easily mistaken for Changelings). Some of these features are their teeth, eyes, illusionary factors, and spider-like hands.

Lincoln's sub-species evolved to live in the dark. They have round eyes and very large pupils that take up the majority of their sclera. Like all other Aphroix, they have the iconic long, gangly fingers. The one thing that sets them apart is their odd set of teeth. Their teeth closely resemble the pin-like teeth of a Dragonfish or any other deep sea creature. They are thin, but long and sharp like pine needles. The oddest thing about Lincoln's sub-species are their voices.

Their voices are the illusionary factor that most Aphroix carry with them. Their voices sound layered and wispy, like a haunting ghost, but not quite as calming. ]

[ personality ]

Callous - Artistic - Neurotic

Lincoln is the epitome of "dangerous." Highly intelligent and lacking a moral sense of wrong and right, he's known for the long list of atrocities he's committed over the years. He easily comes off as intimidating with an eerie aura, easily driving others away from him. Being around him is like being around a sparking outlet. One simple interaction with it can cripple you for life. He's explosive, extremely sensitive, and if it weren't for his past crimes, he would've been a CEO of a corrupt company. Even if he knows something is wrong, he'll overlook it for the potential profit and what satisfaction he'll get out of it. Entertainment is the most important thing in this world to him, and living completely alone has drained him of it.

It isn't his anger that makes him explosive, no, for he basically has no temper at all. For a criminal, you'd expect them to be completely devoid of emotions and empathy, but for Lincoln, he's basically overflowing with them. Every few minutes he switches between happy, sad, excited, to mortified. There's no correlation or pattern, it just happens. He's not the easiest to make angry, for his anger is usually translated into fear or melancholy. When he raises his voice though, that's the time to start running. Lincoln is very good at keeping a reign on his temper, but when he blows up that means something incredibly bad his happened.

Surprisingly, Lincoln has a warm side to him. The way he treats people he likes is bittersweet; he'll still play and toy with them like prey, but offers random, unexpected bouts of affection. He has an attachment to kids and teens because he never fails to see his little brother in anyone around his age, and he tends to put on a "tough love" persona. You probably would've never guessed it, but Lincoln can be fatherly when he tries. He also has a twisted sense of how love should work, and doesn't seem to understand what crushes are. Think the playground bully who ruthlessly bullied his crush, that's Lincoln but 100x worse and 100x more likely to want to harm them just because he can't seem to get them out of his head. Courting him is a dangerous game you should not play unless you have a deathwish.

[ appearance ]

Lincoln is a little above average height, standing somewhere around 6'5. His raven hair is a tousled mess when he doesn't take care of it, but on most days, he combs it back with some water and/or gel just to give a nice, impressive look. Because of his heritage, it tends to poof up easily and if he shakes it out enough, it's like a 2C afro. It's of medium length, reaching down to his earlobes. It curls at the very bottom in loose coils. Lincoln's face is naturally chiseled and sunken around his eyes and cheeks, giving off a sort of deathly appearance. Though his appearance is very intimidating, he is handsome but views himself as average. His hooded eyes are a pale, light green with a dark limbal ring around the iris. Lincoln doesn't care very much about the way he looks, but is always flattered when someone compliments him. He still likes to look nice for himself, and because he feels extremely out of place when he isn't dressed prick businessperson.

Lincoln is a quarter African American, a quarter Caucasian, and half Thai. (Father was half African American and Caucasian while his mother was Thai.) His skin is a soft tan color, with a hint of a flaxen hue--Perfectly blemish-less. His arms, however, have gaping scars overlapping and completely covering up any healthy skin. The painful mosaic stretches from the base of his throat down to his wrists, and stop abruptly there with a thin, white line on both hands. They're ugly and knotted, and Lincoln despises his past self to the bone for putting them there. His neck and chest are also wounded from past attempts, but the scars are more scattered and thinner. He had a puffy, textured scar on his right hand between his thumb and forefinger from when he "slipped."

Lincoln tends to wear turtlenecks and long sleeves, mainly to cover up these disfigurements. His typical outfit consists of diluted and darker colors, usually a dull emerald-green or deep cyans because those are his favorite colors. He typically wears some black pants and loafers, and they're always pristently kept with little to no creases. He doesn't like to change up his day-to-day outfits very much, unless it's for a special occasion where he'll wear a clean, black suit. Lincoln is easily bothered when there is something even slightly messed up with his outfit, like some dust or stray strings on it. He doesn't vocalize it, but you can see him visibly become anxious when he notices it. When he is dressed up for a nicer occasion, he has a large hoard of ties that he collected when he was younger for no apparent reason, and they are usually made up of different types of Damask patterns.

Lincoln always seems to have a naturally "dead" face, like emotionally unavailable and distant. When he smiles, his eyes keep the same expression and his smile looks incredibly feigned, making it incredibly eerie and off putting. Ironically, Lincoln is a smiler, so he has the tendency to scare off those around him. He knows about the effect his appearance has on others, but that doesn't stop him from actively creeping out anyone in a 20 meter distance. He also has impeccable posture, never slouching unless he is sitting. It's almost like he's got a steel rod instead of a spine because he doesn't even slouch when he bends down.

[ trivia ]

He shares a ship with Karma.

[ theme song(s) ]

Dreams by Sergio Díaz De Rojas

》MING YA-WIN《

"Drunken and higher than the moon is my natural state of being, baby" *finger guns*

〉AGE〈

: Appears 28 standard years old :

:  Is actually 981+ standard years old :

〉GENDER/PRONOUNS〈

: Female  :

: She/Her or They/Them :

〉APPEARANCE〈

Faded orange skin, dusky and shaded like a desert sun. Eight eyes with dark pupils that melt into equally Stygian irises. Hair like a crimson sunrise pulled back into eight tight braids that fly out behind her in a scarlet banner. She was beautiful, once. So full of potential. Young and careless was she, with blemish-free skin and a smile like the light of a star distilled and given form. She's forgotten how to smile like that these days. At 5'5 she stands, short and heavily built but unusually thin where there should be fat. Perhaps she would be bigger if she kept a consistent diet but Ming could give less of a damn about eating habits. She's got a large bust size, above average for her species but rather unusual for many others. It gives her terrible back problems and she'll swear to anyone who listens that she's gonna get them chopped off someday.  Ming prefers comfort over utility and fashion when it comes to clothing. As she frequents private clubs and the like quite often, most of her wardrobe is taken up by revealing outfits that are surprisingly pleasant to wear. The rest of the wardrobe is usually the equivalent of sweatpants and t-shirts. 

I might add more later. Who knows? I don't.

〉PERSONALITY〈

Ming is, at her core, predictable. She likes to think she's a wild card but her habits are too ingrained for that. Right from the start, people can tell she's an addict. Her pockets are always large and bludging with all manner drink. She's the kind of person that can and will steal as many of those miniature alcohol bottles as she can fit in her pockets. Which, spoiler, is a lot. She's not the type to constantly be drinking vodka from a mysterious silver flask but you can bet your bones she's gonna have a martini glass in hand if there's a bar of any sort in the general vicinity. Unless she's actively trying to seduce free drinks out of someone, Ming can be confused with the planet's homeless population. It's unknown where, exactly, Ming gets her money but it can be assumed that any being flaunting their wealth nearby are gonna find themselves quite a bit less wealthy by the end of the night. She's also overfilling with personal trauma but hey if she ignores it, it's fine. 

〉SPECIES〈

Altorian

Her home planet, Altora, is long gone by now. It was a desert planet, hot and sandy, and famous for its' massive red cattle. She used to live in a castle of white sandstone and blue pearl. Once upon a time, Ming was Princess Ming, heir to the house of Win. As she was female, Ya was added to her second name. Had she been male, Ming would've been called Ming Se-Win. 

〉OTHER〈

+ Demisexual // Panromantic

+ Full of issues