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Vocangen
Melodian / Overturia
Vocangen
Art by, Hichico
- Strength-3
- Intelligence-6
- Charisma-8
- Endurance-1
- Agility-8
- Luck-0
Common Jobs: Singers, Songwriters, Therapists, Advisors
Likes: Traveling, Remembering Home, anything cute, dancing, performing, singing
Dislikes: Enslavement, Clockworks
Attack Method: Amplified screaming
Attributes
Homeplanet: DestroyedLifespan: 35 years
Size: 5'8 ft tall
Diet: Generic rations and highly processed/filtered meat and plant rations
Social Class: High class
Rarity: Rare
Common Traits
Aww, well aren’t you just precious! People are easily endeared to this character with their puppy-like look. Their presence is often additionally capable of increasing morale for the crew, assuming they like sweet things.
This trait is similar to [Artist], however, a character with this trait specializes in musical talent rather than creating visual art.
This character has a specific part of their body that is easily distinguishable, ie a discolored patch of fur, a large gap in a character's armor/carapace, or an exposed organ. When this body part is struck by an attack, that attack will be treated as if the character had 0 Endurance. Restrictions: [Self-Destruct Button] can only be applied to robots.
Gods
The vocangen are typically a pacifistic species when possible and follow gods that share this belief.
Gods: Singer, Poetnix (Peace)
Original Creator: Hichico
Physical Description
The vocangen are an alien species humanoid in nature that are always seen wearing a skin tight full-body safety suit. It is not well known what the vocangen look like underneath their suits as the suit has become a necessity for their survival as a race due to their low tolerance for the various benign pathogens found throughout the universe.
The pathogens you created.
The suit of a vocangen may take a number of shapes, most commonly made to appear as cute and non-threatening as possible. Common traits in the life-suits are facial display helmets that allow the wearer to display their feelings through a variety of emoticon faces similar to the way AI such as Hermes, Artemis, and Apollo units are capable of, though the faces of the vocangen typically have more of a variety due to personal customization.
Not that it matters that much considering they’ll all die miserable deaths, alone, cold, deaths you chose for them.
Additionally the suits oftentimes have a number of accessories added onto them by the wearer over time, some are purely for aesthetic reasoning (pieces of clothing, scarves, shawls and the like) while others have functions. A common example being a set of feline-like ears with built in speaker systems.
The suits have one final feature that has become something of a popular trait of the vocangen. Due to the suits requiring a full covering of the vocangen's body their speech must be transmitted through an audio system, due to lack of resources the audio quality is supplemented by automatic tuning system that creates something of a melodic effect. This has given the vocangen the nickname of "Melodian".
What little happiness that brings others pales to the effects it has had on them. Puppets on a massive stage, forced to dance for the amusement of yourself and others. Disgusting.
Personality & Traits
The vocangen, despite their hardships, are a very friendly race, they have always adored meeting new people and learning new information and skills, and even now after being thrown out into the harsh universe at large they still hold true to their original beliefs.
As a society the vocangen have always taken delight in performance and arts, to express ones' self interests is tantamount to freedom for the vocangen, their lives were lived in a constant striving for improvement and growth. Unfortunately, while the vocangen still try as they may to hold onto their original core values much of their original hopeful, happy, demeanor has been lost as hardship after hardship has woven strife into the hearts of what few vocangen remain alive to this day. Where there was once inherent trust for all that they might meet, there is now only paranoia, distrust, and apprehension at what could very well be their death should they make even a single mistake.
If one can somehow manage to convince a vocangen to open their heart and mind to them, to trust them and walk beside them, they will most assuredly have a companion for life.
History
According to the stories passed down from parent to child, the vocangen originally lived a life of relative peace and happiness. Their homeworld was a lush world, abundant in resources and beautiful rolling hills and valleys. Their lives were relatively simple, revolving around the arts, performance, self growth and furthering of ones knowledge.
They were happy once, before you came along.
Until the day of the falling star, a day in which a foreign entity fell to the planets surface. They thought it was a meteor at first and gathered it for study, but unbeknownst to the vocangen of old it was no simple meteor. Contained within the hardened steel-like outer layers was a single scrap of semi sentient mass, a creature born of flesh and metal..
...a clockwork.
A clockwork YOU sent to them. A scrap of a bigger whole that you just couldn’t be bothered to clean up. A mess you caused for this universe that we have to suffer for now. I hope you’re happy.
With limited knowledge of the outside world the vocangen had no idea what horror awaited them, the clockwork was weak at first but chose to bide its time, eventually it would be strong enough to grow once again. In the meantime the vocangen studied the strange artifact from beyond and used the inspiration garnered from its appearance to begin the creation of their first space-flight programs, within a few years the vocangen were just at the cusp of reaching out to see everything beyond stars!
They never could have guessed what you would do to them.
But of course, in this universe nothing can go so well. The dormant clockwork finally struck its chord and began to run amok, incorporating everything it could get its tendrils into. Years of progress ruined over the span of days, months, eventually all that was left was barely a handful of the original population of vocangen and a few rockets to go alongside them. The clockwork infection had progressed farther than most ever managed, beginning to incorporate the very planet itself into its mass and, as a side effect, it began to change the atmosphere of the planet as well. Where the air was once clean for the vocangen it was now a pathogen cloud of terror ruining their immune systems and draining them of any vitality.
You had so many choices to make. And this is what you chose.
With little choice left the vocangen took the remaining population they could, took their ships, and evacuated the world never to return. They thought their hardships might finally be over, but the universe is a cruel, cold place..their hardships would only just begin.
You took everything from them, and for what? A cheap thrill? A brief moment to forget the uselessness of your own existence?
No. No, you don’t operate that way, do you? A cheap thrill would be killing a so called “god”, no this is something much different isn’t it. Something more primal, simple to swallow.
You did it because you COULD. You did it because in the end there’s nothing that can stop you from getting your pleasure out of our misery. An entire species reduced to a miserable husk of what they could have been, and all just because there was nothing to stop you from doing it.
Home Planet
The vocangen home planet has been long since destroyed by mass clockwork infection. All that remains of their home world are personal memories, the rare memento passed down by family, and highly protected historical documents kept on what is known as the "Matriarch", a colony of Zeus and Persephone ships that have been modified to act as something of a mobile space station for the remaining population of vocangen.
Visitors to the Matriarch station are required to go through a great deal of screening for potential infection risks and violence on or near the station is absolutely not permitted.
A number of thrill seekers have made attempts to find the original homeworld of the vocangen since their discovery in the universe at large, however these attempts have been met either with simple failure or disappearances. According to rumors gleamed while visiting the Matriarch station the original homeworld may simply no longer be located in it's original region of space, though these rumors are debunked by questioning how a planet could "Just up and leave".
Unless, as the theories go at least, the clockwork infected homeworld had somehow incorporated a planet moving ship...
Officially speaking these are, of course, just rumors and the planet has been succinctly dealt with by notail authority.
Just Listen. Listen. - Audio by Hichico
Subspecies
None.
Special
Fatal Error Immune System: The vocangen cannot survive outside of their safety suits, damages as simple as a small tear or hole can potentially cause the vocangen to fall deathly ill. However despite this the vocangen have a beneficial effect to crew morale when one is on a ship.
Trivia
• Due to their popularity as singers the vocangen are commonly sought after crewmembers for the sake of morale. As well, they are more commonly sought after by slavers wishing to forcibly raise morale.
• The vocangen tend to have very strange names, supposedly these names originate from their homeworld and have a great deal of meaning, but such meanings have nearly been lost to newer generations.
• Someday a planet will be found that the vocangen can live on in peace, without need for suits or protections. But the damage that has been done to the vocangen as a species will never truly fade away.
Image Gallery
No art currently, maybe you can help.