CasualAdventurer
Killjoy
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The night sky, undisturbed by the light pollution of a larger city, resides over Mayberry boasting a blanket of stars. Each is light-years away, some shine brighter than others, but there's only a handful, out of trillions, that are moving. What gets confused for a mere meteor shower by the little town below is something not quite of this world. Five or seven or a dozen shimmers burn across the sky, falling with the grace only achievable by a celestial object. The truth is, there's nothing graceful about it. They're falling, but with as much style as a sloth that mistakes its own arm for a branch. If one happened to have a high-powered listening device pointed right at the sky, right at that very moment, they'd hear screaming.
Crash landing! What should've been a coordinated landing of an entire fleet devolved into a clumsy tumble out of the sky as soon as they entered the Earth's atmosphere, leaving each "shooting star" at least a mile away from each other. To a group of more human-sized visitors, this distance wouldn't be an issue, but that's what distinguishes these creatures from the aliens of Roswellian fame.
They're around half a foot tall. And they're here for our planet.
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(Ask me questions if you got em~)
O V E R L O R D S
~ TITANAS URI ~
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The night sky, undisturbed by the light pollution of a larger city, resides over Mayberry boasting a blanket of stars. Each is light-years away, some shine brighter than others, but there's only a handful, out of trillions, that are moving. What gets confused for a mere meteor shower by the little town below is something not quite of this world. Five or seven or a dozen shimmers burn across the sky, falling with the grace only achievable by a celestial object. The truth is, there's nothing graceful about it. They're falling, but with as much style as a sloth that mistakes its own arm for a branch. If one happened to have a high-powered listening device pointed right at the sky, right at that very moment, they'd hear screaming.
Crash landing! What should've been a coordinated landing of an entire fleet devolved into a clumsy tumble out of the sky as soon as they entered the Earth's atmosphere, leaving each "shooting star" at least a mile away from each other. To a group of more human-sized visitors, this distance wouldn't be an issue, but that's what distinguishes these creatures from the aliens of Roswellian fame.
They're around half a foot tall. And they're here for our planet.
Imagine Tinkerbell, but without wings, using an x-acto knife to kill rabid rats.
We're gonna be playing these aliens (basically tiny humans) known as Parvusians, sent on a mission by their people to conquer the entire planet. Problem is, their human counterparts are around 12x their size, but a job's a job, right?
We're gonna be playing these aliens (basically tiny humans) known as Parvusians, sent on a mission by their people to conquer the entire planet. Problem is, their human counterparts are around 12x their size, but a job's a job, right?
(Shamelessly ripped off from Robbie, 
you, bitch~)
Officer Interim Commander:
A unit cannot function without a head. Separated from the rest of the fleet, a leader is more important than ever, even if they're only in charge because the chain of command has placed them in that role.
Taken by: @CasualAdventurer
Sub-Officer Interim Lieutenant:
A once glorified mouthpiece for the orders of a squadron's Officer, the abruptly-promoted lieutenant has now been granted an actual position of power. (Pray it doesn't go to their head.)
Taken by: @Saiga
Hunter Beast-Master:
Alien planet or not, animals can be tamed. A beast-master is trained not to have an encyclopaedic knowledge of all species, but is instead taught to analyze behavior and exploit it. From insects to monolithic golden retrievers, nothing can resist the charms of a new master. (Provided it isn't inherently hostile...)
Taken by: @Lady Mysaria
Scientist Technologist:
With new environments come infinite opportunities to learn. This so-called civilization is in no short supply of unfamiliar technology, waiting to be harnessed in the name of conquest.
Taken by: OPEN
Assassin Stalker:
Nimble, light as a feather, prime hunters. Fighting is the duty of every Parvusian, but a stalker takes a more methodical approach than their comrades. A blade in the side, an attack from above, all cornerstones of their abilities.
Taken by: OPEN
Grunt Heavy:
The one-in-a-hundred Parvusian granted strength twice or three times the norm. Usually just a commodity on a team, their ability finds new usefulness on a planet inhabited by giants and cluttered with a great many heavy things.
Taken by: OPEN
Engineer Artificer:
In the event of extreme deprivation of their fleet's weaponry, an artificer resorts to simpler, more primitive ways of waging war. Blades replace energy weapons, crudely built trebuchets take the place of a spacecraft's cannons, as the group's resident engineer begrudgingly wastes their talents.
Taken by: OPEN
(Please ask for a role you want to be reserved. Basically first come, first serve.)
you, bitch~)A unit cannot function without a head. Separated from the rest of the fleet, a leader is more important than ever, even if they're only in charge because the chain of command has placed them in that role.
Taken by: @CasualAdventurer
A once glorified mouthpiece for the orders of a squadron's Officer, the abruptly-promoted lieutenant has now been granted an actual position of power. (Pray it doesn't go to their head.)
Taken by: @Saiga
Alien planet or not, animals can be tamed. A beast-master is trained not to have an encyclopaedic knowledge of all species, but is instead taught to analyze behavior and exploit it. From insects to monolithic golden retrievers, nothing can resist the charms of a new master. (Provided it isn't inherently hostile...)
Taken by: @Lady Mysaria
With new environments come infinite opportunities to learn. This so-called civilization is in no short supply of unfamiliar technology, waiting to be harnessed in the name of conquest.
Taken by: OPEN
Nimble, light as a feather, prime hunters. Fighting is the duty of every Parvusian, but a stalker takes a more methodical approach than their comrades. A blade in the side, an attack from above, all cornerstones of their abilities.
Taken by: OPEN
The one-in-a-hundred Parvusian granted strength twice or three times the norm. Usually just a commodity on a team, their ability finds new usefulness on a planet inhabited by giants and cluttered with a great many heavy things.
Taken by: OPEN
In the event of extreme deprivation of their fleet's weaponry, an artificer resorts to simpler, more primitive ways of waging war. Blades replace energy weapons, crudely built trebuchets take the place of a spacecraft's cannons, as the group's resident engineer begrudgingly wastes their talents.
Taken by: OPEN
(Please ask for a role you want to be reserved. Basically first come, first serve.)
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[FACE CLAIM]
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= NAME =
(3-6 letters, no traditional names, be creative! No last names.)
= AGE =
(Pick a human age and double it! 36 is the youngest.)
= HEIGHT =
(Take a normal height in inches, divide it by 12.)
= PERSONALITY =
(Uh, yeah.)
= ROLE =
(Ask for it before starting your sheet!)
(Real, not drawn.)
= NAME =
(3-6 letters, no traditional names, be creative! No last names.)
= AGE =
(Pick a human age and double it! 36 is the youngest.)
= HEIGHT =
(Take a normal height in inches, divide it by 12.)
= PERSONALITY =
(Uh, yeah.)
= ROLE =
(Ask for it before starting your sheet!)
(Ask me questions if you got em~)
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