Races

Written by MacT09

Both Old and New Solace are considered homes to a large variety of creatures and monsters alike. As each realm is a reflection of a particular desire, so too is every creature a living symbol of the realm it dwells in. Old Solace contains thirteen minus one realm, thus also containing thirteen minus one races respectably. Within these categories variety in form is truly limitless, with members of the same race sometimes looking completely different from one another. The creatures known as Golems are a special case, thus aren't technically part of the numbered species. Still, they are listed alongside them as they do exist, though they are independent of the other realms. Despite these many differences within and between races each race does still shares some common features to identify what or who they are. In contrast, New Solace only has one race. This race of beings though the most various in form are united in spirit and purpose unlike the creatures of Old solace who are often divided into their desires and goals. Below I shall list the thirteen minus one races of Old Solace as well as the single race that dwells in New Solace.
Here are the races of Old Solace, with all their beauty and terror given form according to the desire that shapes them. Each is different, yet also the same. Individual shards of the greater whole.
Maidens- They are the shards of life, lovers of all creation. Great power is within thee, for creating is its own sensation. Eyes burning red with an intense, carnal desire. Reflections of The Face they yearn for creations fire. Maiden's blood is combined and forged. All manner of creations essence flows to the sacred gorge. Crystal eggs born to thee. When eggs are ready Maidens rejoice and moan with glee. Oh, the pleasure of creating and making various forms of life. The pain of seeing children grow, one-day taking flight. Crystal creations are given to the blossoms of another realm, a nursery for all creation. Eventually, all eggs hatch and go to their various homes and stations. Maidens may also embrace impregnation, whether from others or self. Oh, how Maidens want life to grow, dismayed by leaving any eggs on their shelves. Their young are also carried to flowers, leaving behind Delirium's mighty towers. Both creators and creations are one, form is never bound. One of the other, life is always striving to abound. Markings encompass their flesh, lines across their forms. Divided symbols of Solace, the meaning so simple, yet also unknowable like a storm.
Neobairns- If Delirium is the realm of birth and creation, then Nativity is the realm of nurturing and childhood. To be a child is to walk between a blessed and cursed existence. On the one hand, you are always provided for, always coddled, loved, safe. On the other side, your will is limited in scope, so others may try to exert their will over yours without your consent, or understanding. They will make you need and rely on them for everything. Some beings prefer this kind of existence as being ruled over and parented can be a beautiful pleasure. Others still want nothing more than to break the yokes that bind them and flee the confines of childhood. What is better? I am torn between the two, as are the children of Solace. Their forms are plain, with mirrors for faces. They are like canvases waiting to be painted, whether by another's brush or their own. They are like budding flowers, these Neobairns of youth and potential. As one looks into their mirrors you will see what is most essential.
Dragons- Firstborn of Solace, great beings venture forth. They desire and seek all knowledge, always longing for the source. Beautiful and strong, various in form. The mighty Dragons they are called, fierce wisdom of the storm. When one sees a dragon the question arises," where are your eyes?" A dragon will smirk and simply state " My sight is not bound to such limits or ties". No heart is hidden from a dragon, not even yours. Go ahead and speak to one and they will draw out your desire, experiencing its downpour. Don't be afraid, indulge in the knowledge of things. Search and discover what makes your heart truly hurt with that familiar painful sting.
Giants- Towers of twilight, glory, and strife. Their pleasure is experienced through the pride of life. Hearts gleam with every task as glory is reached with every task. Accomplishment is a sensation all its own, yet for all that pride brings, seeds of failure are sown. The pain of strife is also felt, bringing the mightiest down low. But pain goes hand in hand with pleasure. One leads to another and soon success will glow. Shine forth, aspiring towers of light. There is no limit here, let your pride take flight.
Arachnoids- Curious creatures who have experienced alchemy and its hidden treasure. Combining and sharing, opening senses to all pleasure. Euphoria envelops the coils of your mind. Sample and experience, and the secret essence of peace you will find. Arachnoids are masters of alchemical indulgence, both aspects embraced. To fall into this realm is to know an Arachnoid's face. If you wish it there is another experience you can have. One of fear and terror, a mind drenched in its salve. Pain or pleasure is given to thee. Choose your options wisely, for there are many sights to see. Crawl little ones, enhanced senses guide thee. Flutter high and low, exploring indefinitely.
Ethereal's- A wonder of sound emulates from Ethereum's halls. Graceful creatures sing here, every sound is heard, and every voice is called. Instruments of all kinds are played and tuned. So many sounds to experience, just listen to their boon. Sensual voices speak as one. Unified in a choir of the heart the Ethereal is always enchanting, for pushing boundaries is never done. For all the pleasure of sound and song, one must not forget the pain which can ring like a gong. Shatter the mind through sound waves that bring destruction. Take apart something old, mastering self deduction. May they always sing, and may they always scream. Angelic masters of sound and voice, hearts full of glee.
Dryads- Playful beings of wood and flesh, fused as one. A ravenous hunger lies within them and cravings are always stirred as indulgence is always fun. Dwelling in Sangreals eternal forest within and around the great trees. The Dryads consume the fruits of the land, feast on high in a gentle breeze. Sangreals nectar endlessly flows from The First Cup of old. To drink its sweet draft is to taste the liquor of the infinite wood. The pleasures of feasting on all delicacies, both common and rare. Dryads will even devour themselves, tasting their flesh without death or care. Pains of hunger are equally explored as their screams of pain can draw out the saliva of these ancient yore's. Fatten yourself on dishes of the greatest delights. Harm yourself with denial and want, enhancing all the more the appetite of the Dryad.
Golems- Chaotic entities of warp and fire. They are boundless within the seas of desire. Though these powerful beings of raw emotion carry many names, I call them Golems, these masters of chaos that cannot be tamed. As one will ride the waves of ecstasy and pleasure, you will eventually encounter a Golem endlessly exploring chaos secret treasures. Though created with form, some creations choose a different way. Beautiful creatures and creators of an endless void, never stationary, and never bound to stay. Though no realm suited you may the Apotheo Eternus satisfy your needs.
Reapers- Denizens of death's dark beauty, Reapers wonder through the crypts. Enjoying the silence they dwell in as the intense pleasures of life are taken and stripped. From lightest nap to darkest depths slumber on all levels is welcomed, oh the pleasure and pains of rest! Beautiful, cold, graceful, and dark these silent Reapers glide through the tombs with lustful eyes gleaming over corpses without life's spark. The stench of rot, puss, and decay go hand in hand with intense pleasures of sleep as you dream life away. Enjoy yourself, dark beings of rest, and death. Embrace all corpses, oh the foul excess.
Chimeras- Wreathed in the fires of destruction and hate. Their eyes of light are full of passionate rage, ever defiant of any imposed fate. Black iron and stone merge with wrathful flames. The Chimeras are their name, though to some they appear insane. Yet how does one distinguish between rage and desire? Chimeras carve their own lines, black blades forged in deepest fire. To hold onto one's anger, to carry the pain. The pleasure of sweet release, unhindered, and never tame. Resenting limitation, Chimeras make their mark. They are strength incarnate, driving back weakness into the dark. To dominate one's existence is the call of the Chimera. Destroying any obstacle to bring forth a new era. Constantly fighting one another, they also learn the pain of submission. When strength is achieved dominance asserts itself, becoming their greatest mission. To master one's destiny, fight for what you are. Annihilate all fear, and surely you will go far.
Merfolk- Swimming amidst the Grotto, envy burning in their eyes. Merfolk search and gather all manner of things as their hearts race and fly. One creature's trash is another creature's treasure. With envious eyes ever searching and ever wanting is surely the most precious pleasure. Beautiful tails move the Merfolk's form through the flowing waters. Their upper bodies are covered in eyes that are ever watchful as sweet envy glows hotter. Their bodies and their beauty take many shapes. Much like the desires of the heart, form depends on one's taste. Gather my darlings to your heart's content. Swim and crawl for what you long for so that the pain of lacking can finally be spent.
Figurines- Forms molded and shaped according to one's heart. Figurines seek perfection, constant change is the start. Always molding their forms, ever-changing to reflections delight. Gazing into their mirrors, self-absorption consumes all their sight. For beauty comes in many forms, some as enchanting as the night sky. Other forms inspire true terror, contorted to a warped heart's eye. So many shapes and sizes, materials, and more. Perfection demands change, going ever onward one's heart can become weary and sore. The pain within their bosoms moves them onwards. Always building, and destroying their own delight. Figurines are truly beautiful, as their broken forms can be quite a sight to the unaccustomed heart.
Zealots- Wondrous beings of faith and hope. Their beliefs shape who they are, ever-climbing dispairs slippery slope. The pleasure of belief, the pain of reality. Zealots encompass all aspects of faith, always changing their scopes of morality. Their forms reflect current doctrine, yet as the stones shift so too do the Zealot's forms change as no teachings deter them. Hope raises one up, and despair tears one down. Both have their purpose, as both joy and sadness can build a heart, or make it drown. May the Zealots of Tenet always have the desire to believe. Embracing and rejecting all teachings, they find their own paths of enlightenment and peace.
Augers- What can be said of the forgotten? What secrets could they possibly hold?....
Such are the creatures of Old Solace. So many expressions of The Face made manifest. Yet one race stands defiant against the Old Face. United in love they make the New Mask slowly cover and ultimately extinguish the life within The Face.
Saints- Holy beings of New Solace, covered in the robes of our lord's righteousness. The Saints dwell in all aspects of The Mask, living in peaceful bliss, new desires fulfilled. Their faces are pure light, like shining stars of the dawn. With forms of righteous justification, they bask in the victory that Jesus won. Scripture adorns the robes and armor of the Saints. In the presence of such beauty and grace, one can easily faint. May they dwell in harmony forever, according to the Lord's will. Pieces of the New Mask, their hearts will always be still. Strength and weakness, fused into one. Divine purpose established, never to be undone.

Basic Information

Anatomy

Due to the nature of Solace and the realms anatomy can vary widely, even indefinitely. All combinations of flesh, soul, and will take shape here. Sexuality is lucid in Old Solace, with male, female, and everything in between and apart are present and absent. Some forms are relatable, perhaps even almost identical to what you would be familiar with. Other forms are truly alien, transcending, and form of flesh and becoming something else entirely. In my wave beings are rather large, where even the smallest creatures are roughly the size of men in height and weight. Like living symbols, everything they are has a deeper meaning depending on the viewer that sees them. Within Old Solace my perception of these creatures often depicts them as being naked. Nudity is a powerful symbol of freedom as there is nothing hidden physically or spiritually. Only raw, true desire is seen, unmasked they show their true faces and forms. By contrast, New Solaces creatures are always covered, being veiled in the new will that guides them.

Genetics and Reproduction

Due to the nature of Solace genetic variation can vary infinitely. All kinds of creatures and creators are often melded into beautiful and terrifying forms. Reproduction and eternal existence are often in a state of change. Anything is possible here. Within my wave variation can be quite vast, yet the female form is usually more pronounced. Old Solace is endless in its variety, while New Solace grows from the Holy Spirit as he seeks to change Solace into a holy temple for his glory and worship. I wonder what other waves create within their desires and wills?

Growth Rate & Stages

Various, from instantaneous to eternal.

Ecology and Habitats

It depends on the will that guides them. Some habitats can be eternal heavens while others can be horrific hells. Even within the same realm, this is possible, with the pleasures and pains of those realms manifesting in various ways.

Dietary Needs and Habits

Some individuals and races eat, some do not. The ways in which they live can vary widely according to the desire within themselves and the wills that perceive them.

Biological Cycle

All are created, and none are created. It depends on the will within themselves and the will that perceives them. Birthed, hatched, cloned, sex, eternal, nothing. Every possibility can be viewed and experienced. In my wave of perception life started with the Maidens, yet at the same time life always was, and never was. Creatures here can change on a whim according to their desires.

Additional Information

Perception and Sensory Capabilities

Some experience all things on a level we can scarcely imagine in our mortal flesh. Others are quite simple, even lacking in some respects. What are you willing to sense and experience here?

Civilization and Culture

Average Technological Level

Technology in Solace is as lucid as the desires that shape this place. From stone age levels of ingenuity to multidimensional levels of possibility. The exotic nature of the lands and creatures that dwell in Old and New Solace can quite often display unique combinations of technology, magic, and miracles flowing together in harmony and conflict. The only limits to this wonder of possibility is the person's imagination to conjure and perceive the very essence of innovation. In my wave there is a combination of dark age levels of technology and magic as well as levels of science and fantasy that stretch to the levels of the unknown and truly bizarre. Such is my wave, such is my choice. What is yours?

Major Language Groups and Dialects

As the nature of Solace depends on the will that perceives it, so too does this concept also apply when hearing Solace. Language and communication between species can be as complex as feeling another creature on a higher dimensional level, or language can be as simple as grunts and sounds being exchanged between two individuals. Such is your wave, such is your choice.

Interspecies Relations and Assumptions

Old Solace on the surface can at times appear as a blissful heaven as all your desires are fulfilled there. Yet conflict can and quite often does occur within the individual realms themselves and even between realms entirely. The strife that can occur and the level it reaches can vary infinitely as the many threads of possibility allow all levels of warfare to occur. Some threads contain perfect harmonies between all the races of Old Solace, while others contain inner dimensional wars that span to universal proportions. Peace and conflict are both impossible and inevitable to the one that desires it. In contrast New Solace stands firm in its peace, being unified in faith, hope, and love. The Saints of New Solace are always eager to love and help one another in their various vocations and purposes that God has assigned to them. When conflicts do arise for The Saints it's usually from the extra dimensional influences of Old Solace and the attempts to save those that dwell in the darkness. In response to the Saints presence creatures of Old Solace are always trying to remove the new rock that is New Solace. Despite the saints purity, some unfortunately fall to temptation and are led astray by the evil manipulations of The Face and the other denizens of Old Solace. These Fallen Saints are forever mourned for, and the hope is always that they will be called back into true solace by the Holy Spirit before it's too late.
What is felt is innumerable, what is loved is varied. Friend of one, enemy of another, divided and whole.

Scientific Name

Varied

Origin/Ancestry

Desire itself manifested in various forms. All are creator and creation as none are creator and creation. Depends on the will that perceives them.