Necron (CVNU Planet & Location and Empire)

Necron, a desolate black planet always painted with a shade of grey. Home to only the most abomitable of creatures. The planet is roughly 10 times the size of earth though oddly has the same amount of gravity and sits lightyears away from it. Necron is a center of the universe's black market, being a supplier of a rare ore known as malite, which has a incredible demand due to its awesome properties.

Necron is secretly led and defended by a mysterious young man named Zexion. Though this is unknown to the majority of it's people. Mostly due to the fact every political bout is delt with by a team of governor's. Zex spends the majority of his time on Necron in the more wild parts, surrounding himself with his own creations of darkness, rather than the crooked life of politics, usually only showing up in matters that effect the planet, or to combat things that threaten the planet itself. Its rumored Zexion created Necron from his own black will.

Lunatik City

Lunatik city, the largest and only city Necron and the place most foreigners are told to land. Despite being demoted by; city, in a planet such as earth it would be known as a continent. Here Necron's trade with other planets take place, as-well as important business matters. You can find bars, fight clubs, and most other things you'd expect to find within an city. The place is constantly watched in secret and regulated by the Necronian police, each of whom are outfitted with Malite armor and schooled in the ways of alien martial arts. They are always around, however never known until trouble arises.

The city never sleeps, and seems to be always painted in dusk.

Almesiak's Fight club

Here only the hardiest of warriors come to battle in a all out brawl. Gladiators from across worlds and galaxies come here to test their mettle against each other. To prevent fliers from gaining advantage, there's an invisible field above it that sends back kinetic energy, knocking all fighters with flight ability back down. The match rules are simple, two contestants fight until one is KO'ed. Previously it was to the death, however Almesiak, the owner, found he was loosing too many costumers with them dying all the time.

Although there are no rules, however any cheating will be met with brutality, as in they'll have to face Almesiak himself in a death match.

Once every year for a period of 3 months, there's a tournament where the greatest warriors from across the galaxy come to participate, hosted by Almesiak himself. After rounds of fights, the top fighter is given the title of galactic champion, and is also given the option to fight Almesiak, however it is optional.

Current champion

None

Almesiak

Like previously stated, the penalty for cheating or in the case Almesiak is actually called out to fight or he is asked to fight by the current champion, the contestant will have to battle him.

Almesiak is a dragon warrior in that he belongs to an ancient species of bipedal dragon-like humanoids.

In battle, almesiak is extremely tough to fight due his all around great combat abilities. He's very durable, able to take most blunt force attacks with ease, and is practically immune to fire based attacks. He's strong enough to lift and punch away an entire mountain, and faster than most eyes can track. And to put the nail on the coffin, he's a master of draconian martial arts.

His first way of attacking is blitzing the foe in a fire bum-rush attack . During this time he unloads a barrage of literally lightning fast punches at the battler, each one delivered by extremely rough scales able to cut through most armor.

If that doesn't get the job done, he forms a plasma sword from the orange gem on his left hand and attacks the foe again, ruthlessly attacking them again and again usually until their mere ash.

And if the last two prove fruitless, his final most devastating attack begins. He cloaks his entire body with fire, and begins attacking with massive balls of fire, as-well as a barrage of attacks like his first move, however only 10x as deadly as this berserker mode Almesiak goes into boosts his strength and speed tremendously.

Upon defeating him, you gain almesiaks recognition as a master of combat, and he will gift you with a large amber colored rock.

Stats

Intelligence : 5 ( 3 in berserker mode)

Strength: 6 ( 7+ in berserker mode)

Speed: 4 ( 6 in berserker mode)

Durability: 6 ( 7 in bersker mode)

Energy projection: 5'

Fighting ability: 7

Venus's Club

Venus's bar. A place to club and party to your hearts content, as the club is literally open every minute, of every day. Here you can get the most exotic of drinks and see the most exotic of " dancers"

Be wary of coming here however if you are male, as most male beings who come here often find themselves entranced by the dancers, the music, the lights; there's truly something oddly hypnotic about this place that makes them want to come back more and more... One account from used to regular visitor, translated of course

I just came here to party man....Had a couple of the magpie nurple's and a few of those devilishly delicious crowion cakes. Next thing I knew, woke up on the floor in the back room with a bunch of rather attractive ladies.... Now this has happened to me before but the thing is...It was like i couldn't leave. Turns out I was there for an entire week man! It's sorta hard to remember the first night I went there...Now I remember, it was that club owner Venus. She walked over to me, took me to the back room and then everything wen't black

Females, or anything that generally resembles one aren't any safer than males. In-fact, even less so. The drunk and crazy male patrons that flock here often come here specifically to bait females into getting them to go into that cursed backroom.

Venus the temptress

Venus the club owner. You'll meet her upon arriving at her club, and if the particular guy sparks her interest, she'll walk back over to you after half a earth hour and escort you to the back room.

She will prod you into giving into the temptations of flesh. And if you are strong willed enough to resist, will use the shiny orange gem at the top of her forehead to try and hypnotize you.

If you have no resistance to hypnotism or telepathic suggestions, you'll fall pray to her lust and give into primal desire in a frenzy of ecstasy.

If you can resist that, she will turn sour and ask that you leave.

In the case of a bar fight, she is not afraid to regulate her club. She wields a energy whip able to slash through even the toughest of armor's, and has blinding speed. If the bar fighters don't stop, they will be personally escorted out.

Stats:

Intelligence: 4

Strength: 3

Speed: 5

Combat ability: 7

Energy projection: 1

Lunatik City Mine

The cities mine. Here workers drill into the depths of Necron to excavate a precious ore and crystal known as Malite and Dalonium .The two resources are one of the main reasons Necron is crucial to the universes trade system due to its wide variety of uses.

Malite's foremost use is as a dark silvery metal used in Necronian armor. The armor is able to withstand tons of force and is scratch resistant, as-well as absorbs kinetic energy and redirects psionic energy. The armor is commonly seen on Necronian officers and militia. The metal is also used in tools, buildings as-well as weapons.

The other valuable resource found in the depths of Necron is an extremely rare and valuable stone known as Dalonium. The crystal is so highly sought after due to its ability to change color based on the wearers desire, and vibrant sheen it emits.

Necron out-skirts

While Lunatik city sits within the heart of Necron, the massive planet is still 95% wild and un-touched. Here you will find a thousands of creatures that have taken to the black planet. Even the trees seems to be living in ways more sentient than ones found elsewhere, everything seems to contain a magical aura. Many of Necrons earliest intelligent inhabitants lived here in strange peace with the untamed world around them, most taking to the 10 mile high trees in the forests. Though the wild parts of Necron are 80% forest, you will find vast oceans and a multitude of other biomes if you go far enough; deserts, swamps, mountains, oceans and many more. Though each outfitted with a dark blue or silvery color.

It is generally discouraged to venture outside of Lunatik city however, as many ships that land outside of it are never to be seen again. The passengers either getting killed by one of the beasts always prowling around, or simply giving up on finding Lunatik city and taking to the life of the native tribes.

It's said Zexion lives somewhere within the forested parts, keeping a all watching eye on his planet.

Rules

• All CVnU rules apply here
• No mass destruction in Lunatik City
• Sell the NPC's, especially the Necron Police
• Want to destroy massive parts of the out-skirts? Tell me before hand.
• Fun.Have it.

@zexionstorm: You might want to put a little more work into this, check out other locations to see what I mean.

@shadowswordmaster: yeah I know man, best I could do on mobile

@zexionstorm: Cool : )

@shadowswordmaster: Yup. Edited a bit, still have alooooot to add though.

Now that is much better.

@shadowswordmaster: Yup thanks

This is pretty good.

*shaking from excitement about fight club*

@_braveheart_: tHAnks

Hohoo, it'll open as soon as this is finished

Luv the Venus club section.

hahahaaa

Man I really have to find an excuse to come here. Like any excuse.

@zexionstorm: keep adding to this i like it!

@gloomyizzy: me? >_<

Yeahh, soon as iget more itme

@zexionstorm: yaaaay!

Sending Dirge here t'morrow. ^.^

I feel like I've seen that first pic somewhere.....

"Look, baby, I get it. You get a glimpse and you want more, well I understand that toots, I honestly do." Dirge Havocstorm took a long drag off of his cigar, chewing the end and speaking around it. "I came to have a good time, I've got all sortsa honeys already, and I'm gonna be honest, I don't go out with xelaran chicks. Too many bad experiences."

Shooing the fangirl away, the dynian bounty hunter reclined against the supple, inorganic cushions of his Venus Club booth, relaxing and pounding down yet another magpie nurple. With an alien girl on either side of him and one on the stage, Dirge was livin' the dream, something he preferred to do as much as was possible. And, given his not-inconsiderable wealth, reputation, contacts, and physical brawl, he saw to it that "as much as possible" ended up being quite a bit. The assassin had never yet drawn the attention of Venus herself, a tradition he had some knowledge of, but in his endless bravado he was certain it would happen eventually. Poor girl was probably too shy to proposition the great Dirge Havocstorm, and he didn't blame her.

@dirge_havocstorm: Not far away, a humanoid female sat with her eyes riveted on Dirge, although there was nothing lustful in her gaze. In fact, her expression held a notable lack of expression of any kind. In the bustle of the establishment, however, this small detail went unnoticed by most, as her aesthetic grooming and revealing attire suggested that she was here either to work or to find a good time (or possibly both). A drink sat untouched on the table in front of her.

Beneath the smooth skin and generous curves, however, was the adamantium structure of one of the Hands of Nordok. Sent on a routine reconnaissance mission, the unit had identified Dirge as a potential target of interest, and was presently accessing the Imperium database in an attempt to identify him. Its audio sensors tuned themselves to his conversation, effectively cancelling out the rest of the cacophony of sound that swirled about them both.

@hand_of_nordok:

Slugging down another magpie nurple and letting out a tremendous belch, the dynian bounty hunter chuckled contently at himself and the ladies around him, trading small stories of his exploits in exchange for more adoring coos from the girls who had flocked around him. Most of the stories led nowhere -- past battles and hunts, that one time he was forced into gladiatorial combat to protect a rich patron, and so on, and so forth. As he drank more, however, more questions began to arise as to what Dirge was doing now -- and that was when things got interesting.

"Pays great, but borin' as Hell, I'll tell ya that. Part of this big political chess board court thing, and they're callin' me the 'White Knight' now, whatever. Haven't seen any action yet but I keep hopin' I'll get send on a job b'fore my trigger finger starts itchin'."

@dirge_havocstorm: Cross-referencing the terms its target was using, the Hand unit determined that the game to which Dirge had been referring originated on Earth. Although the Imperium was aware of the planet, it was not presently considered to be of strategic importance. However, the machine's adaptive AI reasoned that if other parties were beginning to take an interest in that planet, the matter may bear further investigation.

@hand_of_nordok:

Dirge continued to rattle on, though in spite of his increasing drunkenness he didn't give much more actual information -- he was too much a professional to give the real names of his employers, even intoxicated, and he honestly didn't care to remember the name of the club itself. More mentions of how dry and snobby the whole thing seemed quickly slipped into other tales, including one about a 7-foot giantess he'd bedded.

The land itself cracks open on Necron, most ignore it as mining usually has this effect on landscapes and rising a mist which began to take shape. "What a beautiful world, this planet is" Legion thinks aloud. I shall have to partake on it's sights", Venus club looks appealing......plus who could resist this face?..

traveling by shadow, he arrives and finds himself a seat after being frisked by the door security whom just seemed to stare. Stowing my scythe within my garb of void cloth, patting me down was hilarious as the cloth on the outside absorbs all force appearing as a solid state yet flows with ease as I walk. The place stank of the living....perhaps not the place for me after all, still the skeletal structuring of the females were quite alluring. I sat and waited to be served.......

Ah man I actually forgot about this.

Resuming work on here now.

@zexionstorm: seems like my kind of place

@vivide: haha I bet

@zexionstorm: [wanna interact?]

@vivide: Sure ^^

And I've finally finished it, for now.

I wanna come here.

hohohohohoho Leon's gonna have a bllllllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaast at venu's club

@leonardo_liafador: Duuude.

We have to have Leon and Connor meet sometime, they can be space bros.

@2_beta_2: :O I'm down. I actually have something in mind heuehueh

@leonardo_liafador: O'rlly.

@2_beta_2: You'll see

@leonardo_liafador:

An indistinct mass of embers exemplified Dante's most peculiar, presumably teleportation-related arrival amid the vibrant confines of the Venus Club, his muscularly sculpted frame hastily emerging from the haze almost immediately after its appearance. Minor wisps furled from his shoulders as he gently hovered forward, head gradually inclining from side to side as he drank in his surroundings. His eyes shone with a brilliantly scarlet gleam, exhibiting that at least to an extent, he was pleased with the surroundings that met his gaze. Unexpected, but not altogether displeasing. No doubt Leon knows his way around the galaxies, he silently mused.

The alluring nature of the exotic dancers were hardly noteworthy in Aventus' mind, in contrast to an array of men whom had found themselves enthralled in the almost eerie lure of the club. He felt he'd seen much better, after-all. But perhaps a few of those crowion cakes and magpie nurples they served here would be of interest.

A confident finesse deeply intertwined with his movements as he sauntered over to the bar, mouth spreading into something of a grin. His debonair lined countenance shone with an unprecedented degree of charm and suavity befitting of his present, largely more casual state of mind. "A crowion cake and a magpie nurple, if you will," He requested.

@dreadpool10: (Dope post :D, will have something up at my soonest)

@dreadpool10:

"Make that two crowion cakes if you will." Said Leonardo as he soundlessly arrived, consciously skipping the magpie nurples due to previous encounters with it... in his last escapade on the black planet. His sculpted form adorned in a blue blazer with a white T'shirt, and tendrils of raven hair hung at neck-length.

Of course, something drew him to this planet, as if it beckoned for him, calling for his presence with echos that resounded endlessly in his mind. His headed nodded subtly in greeting to Dante, a formidable warrior he'd come across some time ago, though his emerald gaze never strayed from the performers before him on the stages. Some pseudo-introverted part of him made it hard to start conversations, but nevertheless he spoke in a low tone; "These ladies have some talent, don't'cha think."

@leonardo_liafador:

"In some odd, unearthly way, I suppose they have talent. Honestly, it'd be a lot better if they were at least a little eye candy," He lowly remarked, haughtily tinged cadence flecked with traces of leisure as he followed the Cardinal Comet's gaze to the unnatural dancing females poised on the vibrantly lit stage. Dante's head lightly revolved towards Leonardo, amusement flickering across his liquid scarlet pools. Absentmindedly combing a golden tuft of hair from his field of view, he teasingly inquired, "You're not attracted to them, are you?"

@dreadpool10:

"Nah, not particularly... still, fun to watch." Came Leonardo's casual tone as he replied, hand resting on his chin. His expression was one of distance, as if his own mind lie elsewhere. The echo's within his mind seemed to reverberate louder as the milliseconds went by, until Leon found himself sitting more-upright and that his eyes shifted.

Some feet away, Venus strode forward, the seductive sway of her hips drawing attention from most around her, the temptress's gaze was not locked on Leonardo, but instead the one sitting next to him. To the Cardinal Prince's suprise, when she'd finally made her way over to the two, the echo ceased, as she gently prodded the shoulder of Dante. Her race was one endowed with a plethora of psychic abilities, and her very touch was enough to draw out the primal instincts of lust to many. "Hi there." She spoke with an inviting timbre, and Leon's gaze flickered to the Cardinal Comet with wariness.

@leonardo_liafador: (Lol, the Cardinal Comet was an attempt at throwing Leon another nickname)

"Hello," King Aventus' replied, coolly. A curious gleam flashed across Dante's uniquely scarlet hued eyes as the alluringly poised vixen lightly prodded his shoulder, sharpened gaze narrowed as he indolently tilted his head in her direction. Her sauntering presence could grasp the attention of countless individuals around her, softened touch able to free the longing urges of those without conquering will. Her warmly enticing inflection perhaps akin to a soothing melody, harmonious like an audibly rushing waterfall.

But in the mind of reigning modern king, brimming with power vastly mystical and ethereal, and a personality simply laced with ranking pride, such was nothing more than a sad attempt at claiming his attention by a largely unknown alien not altogether worth his time. His stare deeply contrasted her, piercing, vaguely unfriendly. Her psychic touch, her seductive grasp naught but a detectable annoyance. Dante saw through through the ploy like gleaming glass, quite aware of the attempt to raise his instinctual lust whilst not thoroughly affected by it. Not many women piqued his interest in such a way, she wasn't going to be one of them.

"So I hear you're the club owner here? In that case, I'm going to tell you how it is now, no woman, assuming you actually are one, comes into my head and attempts to spark feelings of amour from me without my approval. So I'll tell you this now, for your own good, don't try that again. But by all means," He momentarily extended his arm past her in a brief, brisk gesture exemplifying the onlookers not far from them. "Try them out, I'm sure they'll appreciate your attention much more then I will."

(Dante Aventus - No Sell Motelling/Below Friendzoning seductress' since 2015)

@dreadpool10: (Daamn Dante is one Cold Mofo LOL)

For a brief moment, a look of sheer disbelief graced the delicate features of Venus's face, a look that quickly melded into one of bitterness. Her left eye twitched, stemming from feelings of embarrassment and disappointment , that this heathen could resist her psychic touch? And the way he dismissed her, as if she was nothing but a mere fly to him. It was infuriating!

Meanwhile Leon's lips quivered in amusement of the whole, silent ordeal, trying desperately not to laugh at the club-owners display of comical reaction. The seductress's soft pale blue gaze grew an intense sapphire, and her arm extended outwards to point to the club-entrance, Leonardo sighing as they were seemingly ordered to leave the club.

@leonardo_liafador: (LOL, I edited that a couple times beforehand. Would have been a little colder.

"Heh, how you could ever presume to hold any power of my actions escapes even me," Dante spat. The illustrious emperor of Archium's condescending composure in the face of his would-be-seductress became tinged as his countenance became flecked with moderate exasperation. His brows furrowed as he glowered, callously attempting to smack her arm out of the way, with the immediate, irritating air of waving off a gnat. "Hideous... thing, make yourself scarce, now. Aventus comes when he comes, and leaves when he leaves. And as of now, you're leaving. Leaving the presence of myself and my friend."

@maverick_6: No, no

and more no.... eue

@dreadpool10: Shiiiit, the way you write Dante, it really expresses his badassery perfectly in a "Show, Not tell" manner.

To your other point, Precisely. He just paints his character as is with detailed descriptions and mannerisms that lead you to believing him a BaMF than trying to tell you he is one. Not once does he describe himself directly what he is.

He doesn't try to make you drink "the coolaid."