Races of Lunar
Royal
Appearance: Tall unusual people. They wear ceramic mask on their faces. The more wealth you are the more extravagant your ceramic mask is. Usually they are very circus like with bright painting and odd expressions that look unusual almost alien like. They wear thick robes made of fur or leather also very extravagant with many feathers coming out of large colors, or sequins rolling around the front. Some even have glass stuck to their robes. When expression emotion, it's usually the paint on their ceramic mask that dripped down into emotion. But their face makes no movement. Their faces always look so still.
The woman usually have long well painted nails and the men have them well manicured. Their skin is usually white like ceramic, but also at times seem to have a fleshy side to them.
They have regular hair oddly enough. In all kinds of odd colors. In most cases their hair is a color that is a slight variant of the color of their mask. If they have a light green mask then their hair is going to be a darker green color.
Information: These are the inhabitants of Abandoned Weaver. Masterminds of trade and travel. They know how to barter well. But for the lack of their movement they aren't the fighting type. They usually posses magical properties. They are the first race of magical abilities. All though here it isn't magic, rather spiritual power. How close you can get yourself to the rift beyond normalcy? In their case because of their odd rituals and superstitions they have the most magical balance. In most cases persuasion
magic and healing magic. Do not steer them wrong. Of course they can also have the aid of those long since dead, as well as cast some pretty hefty magical elements.
Government: The Royals government is all controlled by business. They are a heavy trade town and their survival is solely based on trade. If they do not trade they do not survive. In most cases they can provide the world with fish and other seafood projects because people do not fear the Snakey River, the way they do the sea. Business is the government and one giant business controls all the small business as well as all the laws the city must abide too.
Theft is a hefty punishment in this town.
Divinity
Appearance: Usually with a height range of 5-6 feet as average these inhabitants are odd. Their skin is made of flesh, but their veins glow brightly and they stretch across their body like bright bands anyone can see. Leaving them unusual sickly pale blueish skin...of course there are several occasions where a golden woman is born, blond hair. Their eyes bleed a blue bright light with no pupil or any indication that their may be a soul behind the eyes. Their hair is also a strange light that flows in the wind and waves as well. They usually wear clothes that cover most of their body. The only thing not covered is their face, due to superstitious beliefs of covering your face. Their clothes are usually made of leather dyed dark colors, sort of like tight jumpsuits made of leather with odd ornaments. The ornaments are made from their enemies bones or organs, due to spiritual beliefs.
Information: A warrior species who enjoy blood and death. They have grizzly beliefs and grizzly rituals. Very close to ancient Celtic Druidism beliefs. They have the beliefs of equal fairness to please the gods. If they find out anyone is more wealthier then anyone else they are imprisoned and forced to fight in their Colosseum known as the Nightmare Crawl. They are not the kindness of races. But they also not the most ruthless. Many of them carry somber expressions and there seems to be a slow tranquility about them. They are the masters of making bewitching weapons and fighting with blades. They are melee species.
Government: There is a king who lives in the castle. But the castle is ransacked and there is no wealth. He imprisoned for eternity to have no lover nor power, just live in his barren castle. His decisions are based on their ritualistic beliefs. No matter how much a punishment may sound like injustice he cannot change it because everything has been set by the rituals and cultist beliefs.
AtriumAppearance: The Atrium are the most perfect of the species. The flesh that is seen is not covered by blemishes or any sense of mark of beauty. Their skin is pale almost like sparkly snow. Their lips are rosy pink and their cheeks are also slightly pink. They are oddly cold to the touch and the air they exhale is cold like frost. Leather blindfolds, made of skin of other races, are sewn across their eyes and part of their forehead. Most are bald due to some of their beliefs about the essence of hair. Others have sort of have long slicked back hair that reaches to their shoulders. They are not afraid to show the hold they have as they tend to make patchy shirts and pants out of any material they find. Most cases skin from the other creatures and races that wonder in. They wear patchy coats as well and are thick or thinner depending on the weather in the Wastes. Their ears are oddly a three winged butterfly shaped.
Information: They are the most spiritual race. Even more spiritual then the Divinity or the Royal. They live the life between the other world and the world of the living therefore they seem to be the masters that withhold information. Their main goal and reason of staying in the wastes after moving so much as a nomadic tribe was to protect the natural cycle of death, regret, and grieving souls. They are the most inner peaceful species and work well with negotiations and other helpful task. Such as creating potions, designing clothes, magical energies, and other surprises. Their spiritual powers are based on the elements and more closely related to the spiritual realm gaining the aid and security of undead creatures. But in no way do they have a bind contract if the Atrium isn't strong enough the undead will attack the Atrium who called for their aid after attacking the Atrium's enemies. They are the inhabitants of the Graveyard Wastes. They have an obsession of flesh, as their ritual beliefs are worshiping the beauty of bare flesh.
Government: There is an old man on a pillar. They worship ever word of spiritual thought he breathes. All their beliefs are based on a religion no outsider would understand. And all though this man utters the "insanities" of their religion he isn't the one most look forward too. They look for the words of a young man chained to the bicep of the creature who lays and sleeps on their God's hand. He is their medium and the one who can open the gates of spiritual and living. His powers are worshiped and his words are never spoken of in heresy. The old man is just the communicator of these words.
TollAppearance: Dry flaky skin that is either dark brown or black. It usually flakes and slushes off to show much cooler and much smoother skin underneath, but that scene soon begins to dry. They aren't uncomfortable in their dry skin, usually protects them from the suns glare on the Sundance Fields. They have antennas rather then eyes or ears and hear by sonar and even see by sonar. They have a good range of senses and that is what makes them so good at farming and other jobs. All though people could call them mud people or frog people they are not. They are rather stalky and tiny...think yoda. And their skin seems to smooth out like thin skin on the eyelid when in water. On severally dry days it is sometimes fun to turn your skin into a strange fleshy mud skin that drips like your flaky dry skin does. Usually dripping into little piles. The way for the next generation to appear. They reproduce asexually. They prefer clothes that are comfortable for farming usually cotton shirts and pants with thick leather shoes. They stand about 3ft to 4ft tall.
Information: The intellectual race. They are good for fitting into tiny pieces and their farmer lifestyle keeps them strong and well fit for any situation. They are usually rather good in acrobatics and athletics. They also make their own weapons and their own farmer tools. They seem to be the biggest city that supports all the others. If they disappeared, would the other races survive? Is a question that seems to wonder around in all of the rumors. Do not take the Toll's pint size for any lack of ability. If a Toll is looking for a better job an assassin or an agent will fit them perfectly. They live in Sundance Fields.
Government: A traditional government. They seem to know where they belong and their role in life. An elder is there to keep them in line and keep the family ties strong. But other then that they are a farmer community with no way of getting off the island unless they specifically have another job that requires them to leave. You were born on the farm, you'll farm, and you'll die farming.
Racna
Appearance: The women are larger than the men, about twice as big. They have skin as white as the moon and the spider part of their bodies is black and hairy, with six very long legs, the arms count as the seventh and eighth limbs. Their blood veins and vessels can be seen clearly through their skin, and their blood is the blackest substance ever to exist, so their skin looks cracked and broken. For hair, the colors are usually black, grey, or silvery-white. The women’s eyes are solid black, but they lighten as they grow older, because all of them grow blind with age.
The men are about the same as the women, except they are smaller and their human skin is light grey, and the blood veins and vessels also give off the appearance of cracked and broken skin. The men have solid white eyes, because they are born blind. The men of their ancestors sacrificed the men’s sight for the power of the gods when this world had only just begun.
Information: The woman of this race are the fighters, fierce and fearless, they are. They do not hide behind shields or armor, so their top-half is usually exposed. They duel-wield long scimitars. The women are very prized amongst their race.
The men are the spiritualistic ones, the ‘magical’ ones. For their power they must pray and make sacrifices to their gods. These sacrifices are usually to empower or protect their women warriors and protectors.
The women that are too weak to be fighters and the men that are too dumb to understand the power of the gods are the diggers and miners. They mine the precious stones and ores of the land as they expand the tunnels. Without them there would be no armor, weapons, jewelry, or coal to warm the houses during the cold season. A troop of their women bring the stones and ore to the surface, because no one from the other races is allowed into their home, which is underground in the Abandoned Meadow.
The race hates outsiders, but amongst each other, there is a bond, a love like no other.
Government: Their government is a monarchy. Their queen has a council she goes to when she must make any important decisions. A council of men for laws and a council of women for battle plans. Punishments for crimes are dealt out by the queen as well. She is merciful to her people, but to trespassers, that is a different story. For things she can’t decide, not even with the help of her councils, they turn to the gods for guidance.
NebulanAppearance: Tall, slender, pale humanoids that all share one thing in common; they have wings. Large, angelic wings sprout from their backs in various colours, although mostly white. All of them are garbed in cloth, wrapped around their forms, often doing nothing more than hiding their genitalia.
Information: The shepherds of the clouds, they guide them where to go and release their rain upon the lands, or to move away from a certain area so it can receive enough sunlight. Because of the this, they are all Connectors, and are the only race that are able use the Clound Control script. They live in the sky, almost never coming down to the ground, usually only to give birth and raise their children to the point where they can fly. At first they do this by flapping their wings, but later on most of them learn how to keep themselves afloat by manipulating thermal updrafts.
Ancient beyond reckoning, they were here before most (or all) of the other races were here, and have been the caretakers of the sky for as long as anyone can remember, and probably even beyond that. Once, they were worshipped as gods of the sky, but those times have long since passed.
Government: Their hierarchy is based on power; the stronger the Nebulan, the higher his position. While there are only few of them left (perhaps a few dozen in the entire world) they still adhere to this system. The weakest, the ordinary cloud-shepherds that can do little more than move clouds and make it rain make up the largest part of the population, and always have. Their wings are as white as virgin snow, and so is often their hair.
The second level is those with the sky-blue wings, who are able to summon storms, but usually perform a commanding or overseeing position and direct the white-winged. Only this rank, and upwards, have any offensive abilities, being able to strike their foes with lightning.
The third level have crimson wings and usually operate on their own whim, powerful enough to ravage the land with tornadoes, if they so please... which is fortunately rare.
Of the highest level there is only one, their King, who has wings as black as the night and is capable of summoning hurricanes, the most impressive and dangerous (on a large scale) of all weather patterns, and is worshipped by the rest of the Nebulan as a god.
Runes
Appearance: The Runes are a brutal race, with little compassion or sympathy for anyone, even ones of their own kind. A Rune in it's prime can be over 7", but that is if one lives long enough. The skin of a Rune is thick, and of a grey brown tone, looking unhealthy and scarred from birth. Save the little amount of females in the Runes, they all have short, wirey, trimmed beards of a silvery colour. No other hair sprouts from the body, so the beards are tended to with care. A pair of short white tusks protrude from either side of the mouth, which only grow to about the length of a human thumb, so, all in all, are rather useless in the fight for survival. Runes usual attire is leathery armor, metal if they can get their hands on any left over from weapon making, and their clothes are roughly crafted, sometimes a full animal skin is draped across their broad shoulders. The whole build of a Rune is big, bulky, and thick with muscle. They greatly resemble boars.
Information: Runes were made for battle; For harsh climates and murderous wars. Knowing this, they are a race who enjoys the thrill of a good fight, and are reckless with their own lives, often throwing themselves head first into dangerous situations without thinking it out. They were originally a defensive people, what with their tough skin and cunning wit, but have grown to also be offensive, provoking clashes of wills and strength.
As mentioned above, Runes are a race made mostly of male organisims. Females are closely watched and in the situation of a new female being born unplanned, they are immediatly killed. Only three females are allowed to live at once in this race, and they never battle, instead are only used to relieve ones self and reproduce.
Government: The Runes are all of equal status, save the leader, and this 'peaceful' arrangement often leads to an outbreak of fights, as Runes try to discover who is the better of the two. They are mindlessly violent, with no real reason but the memories left in their heads to fight. Yet they are a generally smart race. The leader is known as Boar, and he is blessed with an ability to create unbiased views of situations and persuade his people to refrain from attacks.
Other: Runes are of the Skinners class, and the mere sight of one makes almost every race fear for their own life. A Rune can overpower many when in his battle state. Also, they are not an awfully spiritual race, and only respect Boar, seeing him as the current father to the race.
NoidAppearance: They look like ordinary humanoids. Flesh skin and ethereal hair that flows in the wind. They have hands and legs that are the combined of precious and rare metals with precious and rare jewels. Their magnetization is so strong that the jewels and metals joined together and create an almost hologram feature or figure. They tend to wear no clothes. And they seem to be light on their metal jeweled feet.
Information: The so called "Witches" of the Witch's Forest that binds the Nightmare Beach in a cold loving embrace. They are a non cultist race, they have no religion and really no government. They tend to leave life in jovial bliss wondering around the dark, dank, depressing forest. Many here the woman moping about or even crying. And others hear their laughter. They are always heard never seen, but when they are seen they give out a fright to people. This is an only female race. There are rarely males, but males do exist.
Government: They really don't have a government. Most of them actually you could classify this race as a creature as well as they do attack travels. There is a small pocket controlled by a woman. The small little government that may be forming of the more thoughtful ones is based on ethics and morals. Peacekeeping rather then fighting. And yet you look at what they are good at.
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