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Common Jobs: Preacher, Life-Coach, Engineer
Likes: Peace, Joy, the Emotion known as friendship, Jolly Cooperation
Dislikes: Secrets, Isolation, Conflict, Dishonesty
Attack Method: Attempt to dissuade with diplomatic overtures, and evasive maneuvers. If that fails, attack to disable, such that the foe can be brought to a more reasonable state of mind.
The amphos believe in "The Togetherese" a religion built on the both spiritual and incredibly literal uplifting of the soul via a combination of deliberate communalism and transferrence into a nano-mechanical form. The amphos are dedicated to this cause more than anything else and strive to spread The Togetherese to all life in the universe.
To the observer the amphos appear to be a form of robot, adhering to the typical anthroform body-plan in most respects. The amphos shell is a overall skeletal construct standing at a height of six feet from sole to crown, lithely built and relatively thin. They have one set of arms, with an elegant manipular set at the end, each having a set of five digits in total, in addition to which they have a set of flexible manipular tentacles adjoining from their upper back reaching to a length of around eight feet. These are something of a mark of rank and/or prestige amongst amphos as more senior or higher ranking amphos will typically have more, increasing pairs, with the most seen being eight.
Their slender frames extend downward through an approximation of a spinal column, and terminate in a cluster of tendrils which they utilize to ambulate in a gliding motion. There are between eight and twelve of these tendrals on any given amphos, and they are usually hidden between an ornate skirt, giving them the appearance of gliding on air as they move.
Running all throughout their frame are numerous luminescent tubes and tanks. The largest of which is nestled within their torso, linked through a series of valves and tubes to flow throughout the various artifices of their frame, and terminating in the blank-faced ovoid that makes their head. Flowing within these myriad tubes is the true essense of the amphos: A viscous solution of nano-machines and electroconductive gel that constitutes the entirety of an amphos' actual being. For once the amphos were flesh and blood creatures, but long ago changed themselves into nano-mechanical form. This compound comes in a variety of colors, determined seemingly arbitrarily in accordance to the amphos within.
As it is this nano-gel that is the true form of the amphos, they often gather together in large pools of the stuff. It is here that the true purpose of their forms is revealed, as when so gathered together amphos are entirely open to each other. It is utterly impossible for amphos gathered together in the intermingling meld of a nano-pool to hide anything or indeed tell any sort of falsehoods to their fellow Togetherese. These pools exist principally in the great stations above Kettejyre, but some have found their way to other places amphos make long-term habitation in.
Amphos are empathetic and considerate beings that try and achieve a sense of understanding with all beings they came across believing it to be their purpose in life. To this goal they are dedicated, patient, and passionate, displaying a cool enthusiasm comparable to an elementary school teacher during the initial phases of their careers. In this capacity they strive encourage the personal betterment of people, for the end goal of achieving a union of superbly spiritually healthy individuals.
They have been regarded as mildly condescending in their ways, regarding many of the other species in the universe in rather maternalistic sense. Though this all comes from a fundamentally positive place, many cannot help but feel insulted by the attitude in which the amphos treat other lifeforms, particularly non-uplifted lifeforms. To the amphos the living form can be considered nothing but a transient state to precede the upliftment to the superior nano-mechanical form that they now currently inhabit, and that this is the truest and best way to achieve universal enlightenment, and perhaps more importantly, peace.
To many, the amphos feel rather detached an ethereal, to an extant that in spite of their own basic nature, can make them seem cold and untrustworthy. They are, to some, rather too composed and understanding, to the point where it seems unnatural and strange. That the amphos are usually well and truly unbothered by such a reception does little to help things.
This aside, the amphos are well and truly dedicated to the betterment of all beings in the universe. They are kind and honest and genuinely believe that their path will lead to the betterement of the universe. They are serene and peaceful, almost to an unsettling manner, and abhor all forms of violence and conflict, particularly those of the fatal variety, considering it utterly antithetical to the purpose of life and their basic goals.
They prefer to settle conflicts with conversation rather the coarseness of war or even the impersonality of commerce. They are an honest and forthright people, having declared in their own words: "[To] have grown beyond the impetus towards deception and untruthfulness." It indeed genuinely doesn't occur to them to do so, even in situations where it would be to their benefit.
Long ago, and still in fact, the planet of Kettejyre was a harsh and desolate land, bathed in the radioactive light of a killing star, populated by a harsh and pitiful sort of mockery of life. This cruel land birthed a cruel and contemptuous race of people, who's name has long since been lost to history.
They were a spiteful, resentful, and ill-trusting folk, the people of Kettejyre, banding together in disagreeable bands for mutual survival, venting their mistrust and frustration with each-other on those too weak or too senseless to do so themselves. Within these conditions, these wretched, tiny people, were assuredly on the path to oblivion, much to the relief of all that would never have the misfortune of knowing them.
Amongst this society was born one named "Eirna". Curious and fearless they explored the harshness of their world, eager to determine what was hidden in it. Whilst exploring their world Eirna discovered fantastical ruins, and within them, received a vision of their people clad in silver, ruling the stars, but most importantly to them, doing so in harmonious unity, and armed with the location of where they might make this vision reality.
Eirna disappeared from the world then, gathering all those that would listen to their message of enlightenment and harmony, and setting off in search for this mysterious salvation.
It would be many rotations of hardship, spreading their message to those few willing to listen. So little was the progress and so harsh the journey that the faith of Eirna's followers was tested, and many times they reached the brink of fractious violence, but each-time their leader's words assurances would assuage their wrath. Only then after a great deal more rotations did the cohort discover what they sought: A great and ancient structure, similar in manner to a cathedral, built into the surface of a black cliff. Within this cyclopean structure the host discovered instruments that none save Eirna had the slightest inkling of their purpose.
Eirna thus directed their fellowship on the operation of these arcane machines, and thus their purpose was revealed.
Each and every member of the host was ground down, to their very last molecule, by the instruments of the chamber, a process that was frightful, painful, and strangely... euphoric. At first each despaired at Eirna's treachery, but then they were all collected into a vast pool and it was then that each of them understood. Their thoughts and loves and desires were each laid bare and shared to a degree that this distrustful, piteous race had never know. Ego's were un-shielded from the great mass of their fellowship and thus each attained Comprehension of themselves, and of everyone else.
Eirna and their companions were eager to share their realization with all of their kin, and set about manipulating the machines to this purpose, un-curious as to how they now knew how to do so. Each member was deposited into a shell, alike in exterior, gleaming and pure. And they dubbed themselves, Amphos, Vessel-Flasks of the Togetherese.
It would take many more rotations of Kettejeyre for them to convert their fellows to their realization, but it would ultimately be done. With their new sense of comprehension and new forms greater in strength and mind, and most importantly, immune to the depredations of Kettejyre's star, expanded upon their civilization and advanced at an astronomic rate. All of this within the blink of a cosmic moment.
The amphos homeworld of Kettejyre is an ecologically devastated world under the cruel glare of a hyperactive star. The planet is covered in sparse ecology of an incredibly hardy if not excessively hostile sort. For the most part the world is a cracked and desolate wasteland dotted with the meticulously kept remains of the amphos former cities maintained by largely automated systems, visited rarely save for pilgrimage, "So we can always understand where we came from."
The planet lacks a moon, but it's instead surrounded by a vast array or orbital stations, connected to each-other in vast octogramatic web and to the surface by colossal spires. It is here that the greater majority of the amphos work, and in a manner of speaking, live.
The Togetherese: While the particulars of the transference process that creates new amphos are a secret reserved only for those that seek to experience it, there have a been a few forays in attempt to discern its nature through those that do. Unfortunately all that can be reliable determined is that the transformation is very thorough and often causes a radical change in the nature of the person that experiences it.
"It is difficult to express in words the euphoric sensation of having one's soul stripped bare to the experience of a million others that have all been made as bare as you." One recent convert was quoted, having previously been an incredibly self-absorbed volkronn.
• The amphos have a tense relationship with Ruhi, considering their existence to be a blasphemous bastardization of the the central component of their faith. They endeavor to not let this boil over into proper scorn, though they cannot always avoid delivering rather passive aggressive (Or at least as far as any amphos can be passive aggressive) notes to their planet.
• Amphos have mixed feelings towards robots, remarking as gently as they can manage, that robots "don't have souls" and therefore cannot be uplifted in the same way that organics can. That said they don't regard robots as "Not people" in the same way that a great deal of species in the universe do.
• The nano-gel compound which makes up the amphos is non-reactive, and difficult to destroy with anything other than brute force. That said, amphos get extremely cross if their physical self is imbibed through some meaty orifice, and therefore are quite adamant: DO NOT EAT THE NANO-SLIME.
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