RE: Terra Nova
10-15-2018, 10:30 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-15-2018, 11:11 AM by Protoman.)
Colony Name: The New Lapliterran Kingdom of Chaletoire
Ruler Name: The Troi; La Grande Renne Padasarre de Shallote, Le Gentil Syndic Corentin, et la Sacre Pret Vandante Torrue.
Ruler Info: The Troi are elected by the classes they represent. La Grande Renne (or her masculine equivalent, Le Beau Rwa) is elected by the Knights Chevalier; Le/La Gentil Syndic is elected by the Yeomen; and Le/La Sacre Pret is elected by the Holy Lifegiver's Divine Clergy.
L'Renne Padasarre is born from a long line of great knights from a land known as Shalotte. Following the conquest of their home planet, Lapliterre, the Lapliterran people scattered across the cosmos in colony ships, and Lady Padasarre found herself the highest ranking knight of the Good Ship Shallot. Her bravery on the battlefield during the war against the Klingend invaders (a neighboring species of herbivorous fly-like creatures with a surprisingly robust tea and maritime culture) made her virtuous nature famous, and her skills in a Marquise (A model of heavy fighter best suited to close-range tight-formation assaults on much larger ships) left her martial prowess unquestioned among her peers. She is honorable, loyal, and strong-willed, unwilling to back down from any challenge so long as she feels her cause a righteous one. Upon this new planet, her goals are fivefold: To slay all evil, to defend the chivalric code, to create a beacon of peace in the galaxy, to engage in HONORABLE COMBAT with any and all worthy challengers, and to let the honor of the Knights of Chaletoire ring out in the voices of every creature who hears their name.
Corentin was born to a pair of Chevaliers, but found himself called to the life of the Yeoman. He is a farmer and an craftsman both at once - a tinker-tiller, or if you will, a sprout-smith. He did not gain the title of Syndic through skill alone, though, nor was he a political schemer who rose through the ranks through dishonest means. He is a gentle man who earned his position by taking a leading role in the organization of the colony ship's first syndicates. Because of his cool head and tender demeanor, he insured that all different tradesmen got what they needed regardless of industry or role. Due to his organizational brilliance, all on the Shallot would work for the benefit of all others, and none would go without. Corentin is a simple man with simple aims. He is an organizer of labor, a working man who works tirelessly for his fellow workers. All he wants is to ensure that no Chaletoirean goes hungry or cold, and that no land go fallow so long as its crops are needed.
Vandante is the product of a union between a Chevalier and a Yeoman, but they surprised their parents by finding their calling in Holy Mother Void. The Empty calls them, and they answer. A fine scholar and powerful mage, they are mysterious as they are devout. They have only a few known goals: to advance the knowledge of the species, to ensure all who live may continue to live under the protection of Her Holy Darkness, and to ensure that all who die return to the Holy Mother's Sweetest Oblivion.
Faction Info: Chaletoire is a remnant of the Kingdom of Foirette from back on Lapliterre. As their planet has been conquered by the Klingend, they have no idea on the condition of the rest of their species, on-planet or off. For all they know, they could be the last Lapliterrans. They sincerely hope that is not the case, and that Holy Mother Void has protected their bretheren.
Faction Colour: An HONORABLE blue known as #004A7F ! [Their Symbol is the Three-Pointed Star of Civilization!]
Species Info: The Lapliterrans are an odd race of plantoids resembling onion-humanoids. Their skin is very hard, they have tiny black eyes, thick, stocky builds, and they average between 4 and 9 feet tall (with the shortest among them typically being Clergy and the tallest typically being Chevaliers, though exceptions certainly exist; the current Grande Renne is only a little over five feet tall, and the previous Sacre Pret was well over 8). They are born with a tremendous desire to accomplish something, almost always something falling under one of three categories. The first group, those who yearn for bravery and battle, glory and honor, or simply to defend all they love, are called to the Knights Chevalier. The second and by far the largest group calls to those who want to see something come from nothing - from the kind ones who yearn for peaceful pastoral lives, to the industrious and driven who hope to build the tools to create a new future; the Yeomen. The third and smallest group has only one trait of commonality: the desire to Know. From philosophers to scientists, from theologians to mystics, these individuals are called to the Clergy. These classes are purely organizational, and none is considered to hold social or hierarchical power over the other. That said, there is a traditional mistrust between the Yeomen and the Clergy, and the Chevaliers look to both in a rather patronizingly protective manner. The Lapliterran lifespan can go on for a terribly long time, an out of control adult typically ranging from 200 to 700 years. Most Lapliterrans do not live this long, as they are particularly susceptible to disease, and the bravery of their Chevaliers finds many an early grave (and provokes many an unnecessary war.)
The Lapliterran religion is hard to properly categorize, as is neither wholly reincarnative nor paradisical; neither monotheistic, polytheistic, nor atheistic. Their chief goddess is Holy Mother Void; the Loving Abyss; the Gentle Oblivion. According to them, all souls are born from Nothingness, and to Nothingness all souls must return. They personify the void as a loving mother, a gentle creature who burdens them with no purpose except to live. In exchange, all the Mother asks of them is that they one day die. In this manner, the world maintains balance. What lives must die so that something new may be born. In the Lapliterran religion, the same souls do not come back; but their soul-stuff is used to create a new soul. Deaths are typically not treated with mourning, but the celebration with which people treat a fresh rain after months of drought. This is doubly so when an elder dies, as it means that the power and knowledge of their soul will return to the void, and that the next generation will be much-blessed.
Lapliterran reproduction reflects non-sentient plant reproduction. The Lapliterrans have no physical sex (though their culture does have a rich understanding of diverse gender identities and orientations), and any Lapliterran can reproduce with any other willing Lapliterran via a big hug followed by a firm handshake and strong, meaningful eye-contact. Months later, a seed will sprout from the head of one of the individuals. Once planted, the seed will take a Terran year to germinate, followed by the sprouting of a small new Lapliterran youngling (affectionately referred to as a bulb by the adults of the species). Their young are then typically raised by the parents until their calling becomes clear, at which point they are raised communally by local members of their class, typically friends and family members of the parents.
Ruler Name: The Troi; La Grande Renne Padasarre de Shallote, Le Gentil Syndic Corentin, et la Sacre Pret Vandante Torrue.
Ruler Info: The Troi are elected by the classes they represent. La Grande Renne (or her masculine equivalent, Le Beau Rwa) is elected by the Knights Chevalier; Le/La Gentil Syndic is elected by the Yeomen; and Le/La Sacre Pret is elected by the Holy Lifegiver's Divine Clergy.
L'Renne Padasarre is born from a long line of great knights from a land known as Shalotte. Following the conquest of their home planet, Lapliterre, the Lapliterran people scattered across the cosmos in colony ships, and Lady Padasarre found herself the highest ranking knight of the Good Ship Shallot. Her bravery on the battlefield during the war against the Klingend invaders (a neighboring species of herbivorous fly-like creatures with a surprisingly robust tea and maritime culture) made her virtuous nature famous, and her skills in a Marquise (A model of heavy fighter best suited to close-range tight-formation assaults on much larger ships) left her martial prowess unquestioned among her peers. She is honorable, loyal, and strong-willed, unwilling to back down from any challenge so long as she feels her cause a righteous one. Upon this new planet, her goals are fivefold: To slay all evil, to defend the chivalric code, to create a beacon of peace in the galaxy, to engage in HONORABLE COMBAT with any and all worthy challengers, and to let the honor of the Knights of Chaletoire ring out in the voices of every creature who hears their name.
Corentin was born to a pair of Chevaliers, but found himself called to the life of the Yeoman. He is a farmer and an craftsman both at once - a tinker-tiller, or if you will, a sprout-smith. He did not gain the title of Syndic through skill alone, though, nor was he a political schemer who rose through the ranks through dishonest means. He is a gentle man who earned his position by taking a leading role in the organization of the colony ship's first syndicates. Because of his cool head and tender demeanor, he insured that all different tradesmen got what they needed regardless of industry or role. Due to his organizational brilliance, all on the Shallot would work for the benefit of all others, and none would go without. Corentin is a simple man with simple aims. He is an organizer of labor, a working man who works tirelessly for his fellow workers. All he wants is to ensure that no Chaletoirean goes hungry or cold, and that no land go fallow so long as its crops are needed.
Vandante is the product of a union between a Chevalier and a Yeoman, but they surprised their parents by finding their calling in Holy Mother Void. The Empty calls them, and they answer. A fine scholar and powerful mage, they are mysterious as they are devout. They have only a few known goals: to advance the knowledge of the species, to ensure all who live may continue to live under the protection of Her Holy Darkness, and to ensure that all who die return to the Holy Mother's Sweetest Oblivion.
Faction Info: Chaletoire is a remnant of the Kingdom of Foirette from back on Lapliterre. As their planet has been conquered by the Klingend, they have no idea on the condition of the rest of their species, on-planet or off. For all they know, they could be the last Lapliterrans. They sincerely hope that is not the case, and that Holy Mother Void has protected their bretheren.
Faction Colour: An HONORABLE blue known as #004A7F ! [Their Symbol is the Three-Pointed Star of Civilization!]
Species Info: The Lapliterrans are an odd race of plantoids resembling onion-humanoids. Their skin is very hard, they have tiny black eyes, thick, stocky builds, and they average between 4 and 9 feet tall (with the shortest among them typically being Clergy and the tallest typically being Chevaliers, though exceptions certainly exist; the current Grande Renne is only a little over five feet tall, and the previous Sacre Pret was well over 8). They are born with a tremendous desire to accomplish something, almost always something falling under one of three categories. The first group, those who yearn for bravery and battle, glory and honor, or simply to defend all they love, are called to the Knights Chevalier. The second and by far the largest group calls to those who want to see something come from nothing - from the kind ones who yearn for peaceful pastoral lives, to the industrious and driven who hope to build the tools to create a new future; the Yeomen. The third and smallest group has only one trait of commonality: the desire to Know. From philosophers to scientists, from theologians to mystics, these individuals are called to the Clergy. These classes are purely organizational, and none is considered to hold social or hierarchical power over the other. That said, there is a traditional mistrust between the Yeomen and the Clergy, and the Chevaliers look to both in a rather patronizingly protective manner. The Lapliterran lifespan can go on for a terribly long time, an out of control adult typically ranging from 200 to 700 years. Most Lapliterrans do not live this long, as they are particularly susceptible to disease, and the bravery of their Chevaliers finds many an early grave (and provokes many an unnecessary war.)
The Lapliterran religion is hard to properly categorize, as is neither wholly reincarnative nor paradisical; neither monotheistic, polytheistic, nor atheistic. Their chief goddess is Holy Mother Void; the Loving Abyss; the Gentle Oblivion. According to them, all souls are born from Nothingness, and to Nothingness all souls must return. They personify the void as a loving mother, a gentle creature who burdens them with no purpose except to live. In exchange, all the Mother asks of them is that they one day die. In this manner, the world maintains balance. What lives must die so that something new may be born. In the Lapliterran religion, the same souls do not come back; but their soul-stuff is used to create a new soul. Deaths are typically not treated with mourning, but the celebration with which people treat a fresh rain after months of drought. This is doubly so when an elder dies, as it means that the power and knowledge of their soul will return to the void, and that the next generation will be much-blessed.
Lapliterran reproduction reflects non-sentient plant reproduction. The Lapliterrans have no physical sex (though their culture does have a rich understanding of diverse gender identities and orientations), and any Lapliterran can reproduce with any other willing Lapliterran via a big hug followed by a firm handshake and strong, meaningful eye-contact. Months later, a seed will sprout from the head of one of the individuals. Once planted, the seed will take a Terran year to germinate, followed by the sprouting of a small new Lapliterran youngling (affectionately referred to as a bulb by the adults of the species). Their young are then typically raised by the parents until their calling becomes clear, at which point they are raised communally by local members of their class, typically friends and family members of the parents.