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Kavarian soldiers crossing the Hijik Ice Plains in the North-Eastern Hemisphere. 31st Century, Kaavri
Average Height: Most exceed the height of 7 feet in Imperial measurement. The proudest Kavarian flaunted their height as a display of their age and thus their resilience, for the tallest of their society were the eldest. The greatest Kells of the Kavarian race were known to be over 9 feet, and various mythos estimated them to stand over 10 feet tall.
Cap Age: Though most had perished earlier than the intended age for "natural causes", the oldest natural Kavarian age recorded in their history was 205 years of age. Newly acquired and invented technology, however, easily extended their lifespan a half--to a complete--century. Maturity ends at the mid 30s, with the constrictions of old-age never setting in for most elders.
Appearance: With the average Kavarian standing over 7 feet, the race was magnificent and commanded respect to those around them. Their bodies were slim, complimenting their height. Kavarians each had 6 limbs: 2 legs and four arms. The uppermost limbs were seen as their main appendages, as the hands sported 5 fingers in contrast to 3 on the lower arms. While the two upper arms grabbed weapons and handled most technology [as they were longer], the lower arms were for fighting aid and piloting the various vehicles the Kavarians utilize [due to their shorter length]. Although the gene for 4 arms among Kavarians is recessive [the dominant being 2 arms], the trait is highly desired for its advantages in combat and when operating technology. Thus, four appendages on the torso are far more common than two arms.
The head of the Kavarian is completely devoid of hair, with small holes for ears oeither side of the head. Four eyes are on the head, with a smaller gap between the lower set than the upper set. The skin of Kavarians is often a light purple, though a lighter blue and various shades of grey are also frequent. The face shows no visible nose and contains a set of insectile mandibles on the lower jaw that is its mouth. These mandibles cover up a lipless set of sharp teeth, and are often used to express emotion. Due to the rather... undesirable appearance of Kavarians, they frequently don masks to cover their faces when they had visited neighboring worlds. Following the Collapse, however, many warlords exposed their face in an act of intimidation and pride.
The Kavarian physique is streamlined for fast movement, with many using their secondary set of arms to assist in climbing and advanced movement during combat. Their legs are much like their primary arms: wiry and agile. Their feet each have three digits, and are able to grip surfaces for extra support and the ability to hang upside down. Although the average body is seen on the leaner side, the Kavarian body rarely expands for the addition of muscle and weight-gain.
Digestion: A Kavarian would consume its food much like a human would, with roughly the same categories of organs. In terms of breathing, however, Kavarians undergo the opposite of respiration. Rather than converting oxygen gas to carbon dioxide and releasing it into the atmosphere, carbon dioxide is absorbed through the lungs and converted to oxygen and sugars. Similarities could be argued between the cell structures in Earth-native plants and Kavarian physiology.
Reproduction: The reproduction of the Kavarian race is that of a prestigious honor. With the bountiful lifespan the race possesses, many males and females are born infertile through genetics as a natural way to prevent overpopulation. Seeing as the ability to reproduce is a privilege that only a portion of the population receives, many of the leading Kavarians that had ruled were fertile in order to produce heirs and offspring for the legacy to continue.
Psychology: The small planet of Kaavri was ruled over the dominating Kavarian kings for centuries. The rulers of the provinces upon the planet were known as Kells, who had presided over large countries with their power. Kells were often the oldest on the planet and cared deeply for their people.
The prevalent trait among Kavarians is their pride. Given that Kavarians were rarely born off-planet from Kaavri, many of the parents' young had learned at a premature age to take pride in their race and home-planet. Cross-breeding was inevitable, as the Kavarian biology allowed for such things, and native inhabitants of Kaavri ostracized those who did so. Halflings were seen as inferior in Kavarian society and were shunned, leaving many to exile, or death.
The Kavarian race had never colonized other celestial bodies besides their own moon [which had eventually become their undoing]. Society's upbringing forbade many from traveling off-world and settling down. Indeed, there were some that did so. However, almost all of the population had stayed on-planet for the majority of their lives, with many few traveling off-planet more than once.
Adaptability: Another notable trait among the Kavarian race is their resistance to failure and the hardened will that is so prevalent among their species. Following the Collapse of the Kavarians' Golden Age [and the subsequent and destructive wars] the very few survivors picked themselves up and scavenged what they could. What remained of the Kavarian race were scavengers and measly bandits, the majority of which were killed off in the unforgiving planets of the galaxy. It seemed that the iron will of the Kavarians had faded after all; along with it, the race's history and existence.
Language: The Kavarian language is that of sonic clicks and articulated speech, the latter of which would sound like growling and incoherent noise to the untrained ear. Indeed, there are virtually no outsiders who are able to speak the native Kavarian language. Much like the rest of the Kavarians' history, it had been lost to the sands of time and destruction.
Originally, the Kavarian language had varied greatly depending on where one would journey. Dialects had changed depending on the region. In the northern ice plains, clicks would occur more frequently in speech than in other regions. In the larger city regions, clicking had been phased out completely and instead relied on guttural speech. However, many of these variations have died; those that are preserved are spoken by surviving Kavarians.
Home Planet: Kaavri, a now deadened and uninhabitable planet. Following an event known as the Collapse [which had directly proceeded the race's Golden Age in technology], massive starvation and infighting among societies occurred. Though many attempted to flee off-planet through ships, all were destroyed in orbit. The complete genocide of escapees had largely occurred due to a international coalition that had banded together following the Collapse. Initially holding ideals not too different from the humankind's Communism, the coalition soon plunged into dictatorships worldwide. Infighting among the coalition soon followed, with weapons of mass destruction launched all over the planet. The list of targets also included Kaavri's only moon, which had been bombarded so fiercely that a large portion of the moon had been removed from artillery. Within Kaavri's orbit, the unearthed piece of the moon had impacted the planet's surface and caused a mass-extinction event. With much of the technology destroyed due to the warheads, the surviving Kavarians were trapped.
Very few survived.
The few remaining ships that were in working order had fled, watching as their once beautiful planet had been mercilessly torn apart by the forces of war and greed. Those that survived became planetary gypsies, drifting from planet to planet in search of a home. And such, the Kavarians survived how they could.
Being in a relatively remote part of space, very few colony ships and other merchant vessels had even bothered to venture the un-plotted space. As such, very few records of Kavarian history are available within libraries and codices; the very few entries there are on the endangered race contain information from expeditions and chance encounters with the race, whether it be on Kaavri or some other planet.
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Cool, I really like the Destiny references and I think it's cool to see a spin on the Fallen and their "Whirlwind" event.
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Name: Skriviks, the Dignified
Gender: Skriviks is what many call "male".
Age: Through salvaged, modified or otherwise stolen technology, high-ranking members of the Kavarian society were able to prolong their lifespan for an additional century—in certain cases. Despite the original expectancy of the Kavarian race being just over 200, infighting and warring among tribes following the collapse of their Golden Age resulted in the actual expectancy falling drastically. Those that were lucky, and those who had possessed the right technology would have been able to prolong the aging process past an upwards of 3 centuries.
Skriviks, through his various trials through the unforgiving galaxy, had reaped the rewards of his successful conquest and utilized this technology to extend his life far past his current age, which is 120 years old. Old in the eyes of various races; however, he'd have been a youngling in the view of Kavarian ancients.
Homeworld: Skriviks hails from the now-uninhabitable, long destroyed planet of Kaavri.
Skriviks' body allows for a faster and wider range of movement, with the ability to mantle and climb most things with ease.
The Kavarian physique is imposing. Intimidating. Lean, but powerful; Skriviks uses this to his advantage. His four arms allows for double the power of most species, and his physiology allows for high endurance.
An eye for what's useful aids any thief--or scavenger. Skriviks' ability to scavenge that which is useful to him has been honed for nearly a century. In addition, the need of constant upkeep for his supplies and equipment has made him a valuable tinkerer for his own things.
In keeping with Kavarian tradition, Skriviks' title is "Dignified" as his integrity refuses to be broken. What he does, he does in honor of his once-prosperous race. He rarely backs down from physical challenges, and his demeanor commands respect. Earn his respect, and you would gain a loyal and valuable ally.
The primary weapon that Skriviks utilizes is a traditional Kavarian heavy weapon. Given his stature, the weapon itself is much heavier and larger than most races could successfully maneuver with and use. The weapon fires in a continuous firing pattern, and has been grafted together using salvage over the many years of use.
For a melee weapon, Skriviks uses a long metal staff with electricity modules on either end. The sole purpose is to deliver a painful electric shock to anyone he hits with it.
A satchel slung around at Skriviks' side contains various trinkets and items within it.
A rough translation. The Nevuli is an apparatus representing the pinnacle of Kavarian technology. The sphere fits snugly in Skriviks' palm, and the inside of the marble-like device pulses and swirls with murky clouds resembling the structure of a nebula. The sphere feels cool to the touch and has the texture of smoothed glass, with a glowing white core within the center. Unbeknownst to those around him, this small device contains the detailed history of his people. Before the pending destruction of their home planet, small spheres identical to Skriviks' had been loaded with all the information they could about Kaavri. This small sphere is one--if not the only--of its kind in existence. Because of its dire important to him and his people's survival, Skriviks has constructed a metal cover for the sphere for further protection.
Various items of salvage are also contained within the satchel, but the sphere is the only item of note. Skriviks' weapon is frequently slung across his back.
Personality: The Kavarian migrant is a shell of a being, and the mass self-genocide of his peoples has made the load no less harsh upon his mind. Though he had been quite young during the time of the Collapse, the events are still as raw within his conscious since the day he had managed to escape the cursed planet with his kin. And the fire that had consumed his home had only managed to ignite an inferno within him, an inextinguishable sense of hatred and vengeance for his people's destruction. Though he realized that his own race had became their own undoing, he vowed to preserve the legacy of his kind through his own life. He vowed to gain honor through combat, and to return the sense of pride and honor he had so horribly lost.
Despite his hardships, Skriviks is as proud as one could be in his circumstances. He bows to no leader and accepts no defeat. Stubbornness is a prevalent quality among the Kaavri natives, and Skriviks finds no trouble embodying that trait. However, he is especially quiet for such a proud being; whether it be the language barrier [as he understands and speaks English, but not expertly] or his own willingness to hold his tongue. He is complacent, but sharp of wit. Proud, but humble in the presence of those he respects. And there are few who have earned his respect.
Appearance: Skriviks stands at 7'7, an average height for a Kavarian male. His stature is imposing upon those around him, though not intentionally; his outfit and tall stance do the work for him. His skin is a dark silver color, a pigment uncommon among most of his species. He has four arms, both of which possess toned muscle from his years of drifting and the demands that came with it. His eyes, though covered by his helmet, are a deep purple color. A brown jumpsuit covers his body, with gloves and gauntlets covering his lower arms. Lengthened shoulder pads provide protection to his biceps as well as his shoulders. An armored chest-plate covers his midsection, with the plating terminating just under his neck. A furred neck collar travels along the back ridge of the plate to provide comfort. His knees and shins are protected by joint plating, the top of the pads jutting just above the kneecap. Boots cover his feet and end halfway up the shin, their color a deep grey like his skin. The treads offer remote magnetic plating, allowing him to have added grip on surfaces that are compatible.
Skriviks' mask is a mix of Golden Age Kavarian technology and salvage. Though the mask itself is mostly repaired from welded metal and other materials, a majority of the filtration systems and tubes within the helmet are still untouched. The mask acts as a filtering agent to prevent harmful chemicals from inhalation and is able to isolate carbon dioxide from the atmosphere for inhalation. The helmet, in short, makes breathing much easier for Kavarians outside of their native planet, which had carvon dioxide as their abundant gas in the atmosphere.
"The destruction of my people will happen tonight... on the day known among Kavarians as the Eclipse. It is the day the sky itself, falls to Kaavri."
—Taniks the Sharp, shortly before Kaavri's impact with its moon.
Skriviks stood on the cooled magma river, arms crossed as he stared into the muted crimson horizon. His ship sat close behind him, the creaking metal echoing through the land before him. Mountains on either side stood as giants, their stone bodies shielding outside light from shining into the wide gulch. Their attempts were futile, for the sun itself had snuck between the mountains and set itself within the center of the valley. The creaking of metal ceased, and for a moment the world was still.
He tried to picture in his mind what the cities would have looked like. Magnificent marvels of modern technology, towering over the horizon as merchant ships flew to and from the bustling hubs. The glint of the sun as it reflected off the skyscrapers' many windows, with the towers of blue and grey able to be seen for miles and miles around. Kavarians, hundreds of them, walking from marketplace to marketplace and piloting their ships through the metal obstacles jutting forth into the sky. It was beautiful. It was home.
And it was all lost.
The impact of Kaavri's moon, Elikni, had leveled all of the planet's beloved cities. If the shockwave hadn't destroyed most structures, the hellfire, quakes and waves as tall as the towers themselves had erased their existence. Nothing remained but charred earth and deadened sky. And yet he returned. Why? To see for himself, he supposed. His people's undoing was tragic. He had to see it with his own eyes, the result of their hubris and folly.
For trusting humans.
They had come in droves, the parasitic race with their colony ships centuries ago. And with them, they brought the Kavarians' undoing: technology. Precious technology that granted leaps in the race's society, but came at the fatal cost of their resources. For the Kavarians had never known weapons of destruction like those wielded by humans. And as the Trojan Horse was gifted to the people of Troy, the schematics for weapons and terrible instruments of death were given to the Kavarians for their cooperation.
Though evidence of their meddling was suspiciously absent from Kavarian codices, the humans' arrival on Kaavri had been the catalyst for the destruction of Skriviks' people. The Kavarian people had not known the dangers of war, and had never desired to seek it; yet when they found out war's potential, they craved it. The humans had left as quickly as they had arrived, leaving a path of bloodshed and genocide in their wake.
"And so the Kells had turned to fire
Fueled by vengeance and by ire."
Skriviks would never forgive the human race for their hand in his people's undoing. Decades passed, and his heartfelt anger became mollified by experience and age; yet a small inkling of disgust and hatred remained in the back of his mind. Indeed, time heals all wounds, but the scars of the event plague his mind. For years, the event consumed him completely, the rage and desire for revenge clouding his logic and actions; many humans had died at his hand, and yet, no amount of bloodshed would satisfy the pain within his body.
So he forgave.
No amount of innocent deaths would bring his people's legacy back. These people had no part in the Collapse. He felt disgraced. Skriviks had done what the humans had done to his own race; to continue would simply lower him to their moral level. He grew distant from the companions he traveled with, his surviving kin. Eventually, he abandoned them altogether, took the Nevuli and fled to the cold regions of space. Fled amongst the stars, eventually finding himself within Kaavri's orbit. Home. At least, it had been.
Skriviks sighed, turning away from the valley and entering his ship. He'd remain on-planet for a while longer. After all, this was his last visit.
"Excerpt 1 From the Rose"
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I realize you said no vehicles that can leave orbit, and I have an explanation for such. I was planning on having the actual ship he had been using all this time to break down, with the parts to repair it unavailable to him.
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