#race idea

[echocooke4]

Race Name: Cherubim

Physical Characteristics

The people in the Cherubim Race have small white feathered wings on their temporal bone just above their ears the wings can grow up to the size of a adult hand.

They have complete control over the wings though they can't fly with them but they react to emotions:

If their sad the wings droop

If their angry the wings puff up and ruffle

If their happy the wings flutter

If their afraid the wings cover their face.

The people can only reach up to the height of 5'4" as adults and have a soft facial structure that often gets them mistaken as harmless.

Culture

Cherubim don't believe in lying, deception or shaming in some one.

Cherubim can only kill in two situations.

1. For self defense and

2. Protecting a "nestling" (someone under 15) from someone going to hurt a "nestling".

If a member kills in any other situations they are immediately disowned by the Race immediately.

This race is very secretive race that has less than 150 members left of the race so they are protective of their own kind.

Devil Fruit Ceremony

Every "nestling" when they turn 15 goes through the Devil Fruit Ceremony where they receive a Devil Fruit based of their personality, skills, and abilities.

Strength & Combat

Despite their size and harmless look they are very strong as soon as their 6 they can lift a fully grown man by themself. Though they don't fight unless they are protecting themselves or a "nestling".

Roles in The Race

Elder: Anyone in between the age of 60 and above they become one of the people that can have decisions for the Race.

Nestling: Anyone under the age of 15 are to be protected by everyone older and are not allowed to be in any fight if they are they must be removed immediately, if the Nestling is harmed in a fight they weren't supposed to be in the will be considered a Nestling for a extra month after their 15th birthday and won't receive a Devil Fruit until then.

[cyberpunkhomebrew]

Mindflayers in a Civilized Society

For mindflayers in Cyber City, the days of lurking in the Underdark, building exclusive empires of knowledge, and claiming unwilling hosts are far behind. Instead, the modern mindflayer is a citizen like any other, and many hold high stations because they carry the memories of the world.

Long ago, a delegation from the surface approached a sect of mindflayers with a proposal. Their city was dying of a plague that could not be stopped-- instead of a cure, they came in search of legacy. The mindflayers were immune to the disease, and there were plenty of surface-dwellers at the end of their lives; the surface-dwellers offered up the brains of their people on the condition that the mindflayers would carry on their memory.

For the first time in history, the mindflayers had a change of heart. By devouring the love and courage of the dying, they brought it into themselves. Shortly after, the ilithid emerged from the depths of the earth with a proposal of their own for others on the surface. In honor of the town they consumed, they would do the same for others. Any old or dying creature who wished to be remembered could offer their minds to the mindflayers, and be immortalized.

This sect was met with hesitation at first, then widespread approval from the elders of every race. But even while the surface world embraced this new era, the other ilithids despised it. It threatened their way of life, their empire underground-- and so the Flayer Wars began.

When the dust settled, the opposing mindflayers were defeated, killed or scattered. In the minds of the survivors, it was a genocide. To the victors, it began a golden age of ilithid-surface dweller relations.

Today, mindflayers are revered as storytellers and scholars, though they relay information more often than they study it. Elder brains are kept in protected towers, and larvae have plenty of willing hosts to choose from, though the birth of a new mindflayer is a rare occasion.

Even so, the remnants of the old ways linger, and there are still those mindflayers who feed on society's castoffs rather than join the traitors in the shining buildings above. Some are nearly feral, but others are willing to talk and even grant favors, for a price. Anyone who talks of overthrowing the status quo is practically a friend-- or at least as close as they get.