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Infinity and Technology

We’ve devoted a whole page to customization, seeing how dramatic a centerpiece it is in the MMO world. Choosing how one’s character appears, their style, and their aura is at the heart of any freeform game. As Chaoscraft offers such a deeply extensive spectrum of personal aesthetic modifications, we want to overview our current dream and the infinite spectrum of character we desire and know to be possible.

Under this overview, we will showcase three unique aesthetic styles for each of the ten classes we plan for Early Access. Beyond these ten, we will release as many classes as we can in both Early Access and Version 1.0. Here, we’ll see conceptual exhibitions of each of the races, illustrating how multiple races can play multiple classes and so adapt manifold styles.

We ask you keep in mind two points. One, this is of course a design abstract at this stage. We’ll exhibit prototypes of models as development progresses, taking the extended time it does in any game. It is extremely important a game have a detailed design abstract, to inform artistic direction. This design shows you, the player, what it is we want to create.

While all of these character types appear extremely detailed, so much so they can strike one as being so detailed as to have never been seen in a game before, each one you see below can in fact be made in an engine, provided sufficient time, discipline, and resources. None of this is a question of physical possibility. It is all a matter of time. Time is what is needed for artists to patiently create and perfect each piece, adding physiques, accessories, and styles until a model’s profile is complete. Each week an artist works, they refine detail further. Then they may add more in the future, when they revisit it. Over time, customization options expand, until they eventually grow so vast they become practically infinite.

So while all of this is currently conceptual at time of writing, what matters most is that, if Chaoscraft receives the same level of community support as other MMOs, all of what you see here becomes easily doable. It is only a matter of time, and giving skilled artists all they need.

Assassin

Elf
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Here we see a “classic” Elf Assassin, hunched in a combat-ready stance. She chooses to wield a single dagger instead of two, equipping a blaster in her off-hand. Her utility belt is specced into grenades and carries other deadly devices. Her skin color, eye color, and hair color and style are all personal. Her core style is a sleek, serious vibe – strictly business and ready to rumble at any time.
Dwarf
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This Dwarf Assassin dons a tattered cloak in place of tactical gear or other armor. His gizmos may be identical to other Assassins save their appearance or may be distinct, depending on the build. His swords appear enchanted with runes. Note his gear and weapons confer no special physical combat powers. They are strictly cosmetic, distinguishing him from other Dwarves and Assassins. His gear has no stats, like the base gear of any other Assassin. This is simply how he looks. Interestingly, though his gear is aesthetic, it may still confer subtle edges in the field.
Gnome
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A whacky tacky Gnome spurns melee weapons entirely, electing instead to dual wield energy revolvers. This is a unique non-meta build that retains some of the Gnome’s core Assassin abilities and traits while using guns that allow him to lay down suppressive fire or outrange his targets, moving quick in combat. His choice to go without daggers or other melee is not merely cosmetic – having none makes him slightly lighter, but he could still carry melee with his pistols if he wants. His outfit, though ridiculous, holds exactly the same gear status as every other Assassin’s base gear, sporting his fashionable wear whilst kicking ass and taking names. Watch out: he may seem silly and a bit crazy, but his glowing green bullets pack a punch.

Technician

Ogre
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This burly badass is all out of bubblegum. He’s as liable to collect your bounty as he is to pick up the local ladies with nothing more than a suave one-liner. His choice to rock the greaser hairstyle doesn’t make his head take any less damage than a Technician who uses a standard helmet. This is because it would be a real shame if he had to hide that pretty face from the world. Those sharp goggles look like a pair of classy shades because they’re grade-A certified badassery and, sometimes, that’s all that counts.
Troll
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Here we see a Technician who’s a pure psychopathic supervillain. Technicians are by no means all honorable bounty hunters who play by the rules. This mean motherfucker has that look in his eye: he’ll destroy everyone in his path for merely existing. You might wonder where he got that minigun. Well… I can’t say. You’d have to ask him, if you can. Those lopsided skull pauldrons could be deliberate, placed asymmetrically to annoy and distract you on the off chance you notice them in combat and feel some visual distaste, slipping up for the split moment it takes for a fate to be sealed.
Orc
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An anonymous Tech flies through a wretched deathland, itching for a fight on some unknown quest. This one is a tricky type. You wouldn’t know just by looking at them they’re actually an Orc. Their choice to wear a helmet conceals their face, making it difficult for enemies to identify them. This particular Technician may not be interested in fighting other adventurers at all. It seems drawn to battling the undead or other monsters, perhaps for a fee, perhaps in search of something personal to their heart.

Demon Hunter

Biomorph
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He gazes at you coldly down the tavern hall. Here, Tipsy’s orbs keep her guests relaxed and passive. None of them want to fight. This sexy hawk could be a professional hitman, a neutral lone wolf, or a seasoned Demon Hunter with an eye for trouble. That sword he carries cuts deep. He isn’t afraid to use it, if you rub him the wrong way or your name is given to him for the right price. If he seems too sexy to be real, maybe that’s because he rocks the look like no one else.
Human
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She’s a firecracker and you wouldn’t have it any other way, if you could. That big mallet in her hand ain’t no cartoon joke. She will bonk you with that shit and it will hurt. If a rascally rabbit tries to run, she’s got her trusty 12-gauge to put it down real quick. This is the type who probably doesn’t care one way or the other whether you’re a demon. She’s got a special set of skills and she might want to fight whether you’re down to tangle or not.
Alien
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Some Aliens are not what you expect. If you think a Demon Hunter couldn’t possibly be a green-skinned goon from outer space with a triple-barreled shotgun, you’re wrong. Dead wrong. He may look mean, but that’s because he’s a no-nonsense kind of guy. His heavy shotgun and build make him move a little slower, but he’s not here to go on a wild goose chase. If he gets the jump on you, you probably won’t have anywhere to run anyway. As for the smiley faces, well… Everyone’s got their secrets.

Nether Dragon

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A hulking behemoth thunders across the sands, dragging his massive tail in his wake. Like a chunky apparition plucked from the dream of a medieval soldier, this Dragon could be, believe it or not, a jokester. If his whole getup seems absurd, maybe he wants it that way. And by the looks of it, he’s a bit chunkier than he should be. Maybe he got hold of one of the giant potions in the slums beneath Arcadia. There’s no denying one thing: that axe is as sharp as those claws. If he so much as belches in your direction, you’re burnt toast.
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Not all Dragons want to fight. Here we see the typical old school musician type. He spends most of his time in Magic Realms, where he makes friends with the butterflies and marvels at the pretty flowers. Unlike most of the characters one is likely to come across in the open world, this Nether Dragon might very well absolutely refuse to battle. He’s more interested in big vibing, drifting the days away on a cloud of smoke.
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What you behold before you is a Nether Dragon who walks the path of a wizard. Slim built and fast, carrying nothing on its person save its staff, it specializes in magic and Hand-to-hand Combat. It shifts between melee and magic fluidly in the heat of battle. Its use of a staff limits its equipment slots for other weapons and items, and while it can only cast select common spells, how it uses its spells in combination with its powers as a Nether Dragon is what defines it as a sorcerer.

Vampire

Angel
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Cool, calm, collected, his angelic demeanor shouldn’t deceive you. A sensitive type who’d be pissed off at you more for your disrespectful attitude than anything, our handsome hero has taken a trip to the gloomy and sorrowful Dusty Hills. Mindless skeletons and other ghoulish ghastlies overrun the forsaken town. Vampires are only one of the many who travel to this maroon fever dream to put an end to the undead.
Daemon
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You jump in fright as a green grinning goofball who looks like mothafuckin Medusa claws up your back and goes for the kill! What are you going to do? Did you bring your A game? Will you let the coiling serpents distract you? He’s coming for your throat and he wants blood… There’s nowhere to hide in this vast red desert as flat as a corny joke. This Daemon Vampire means to end you, even if it means you both perish together, in the middle of nowhere. Fast!
Monster
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It’s hard to get a read on this guy. He’s got a bit of a poker face. From the looks of it, he could be thinking about where to get a bite to eat as easily as how to get back at Tipsy for kicking him out of her bar again. Strange to think you couldn’t tell he’s a Vampire just by looking at him. He could be an Assassin, or a Demon Hunter, or a Demon himself. Tough to say. Just like the rest of the Vamps, he’s got blood on his mind and he wants more of it. Or does he? Perhaps he’s as cuddly as a teddybear, just searching for a friend.

Reaper

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A textbook classic Reaper. In this portrait we see the shadow’s signature red eyes, hooded shape, and single visible hand. You’d be interested to know that hand is something that can be felt, if you happen across one. This Reaper has rented a room in the tavern of south Bleakwood. It’s impossible to say what’s on its mind. As it contemplates the dreary forest or gestures to a visitor, one can’t but wonder why it’s so night black, and where its other hand seems to be, if it has one.
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She’s got that fire in her step, dancing along the melting rainbow curves of her fractal dream without a care in the world. This dimension is not any of the regions in the main overworld of Arcadia’s Otherworld. It’s probably a Magic Realm. Does she have only one life in this realm? Is she dancing for fun or is there more at stake than a good time? Those bunny ears don’t make her more vulnerable to damage. They’re just for show. Heck, these days, you’d have to wonder whether the soul in her is a she at all.
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In this uncanny scene we see a total certified edgelord. This one’s got a thing for werewolves, but he ain’t no werewolf. He just looks like one. This is the breed of Reaper you don’t want to cross paths with, even if you think you’re smarter and quicker than him. It doesn’t really matter how skilled someone like this is. Their mere presence is chaotic, and unpredictable. If they don’t kill you, one of their friends or some unexpected stranger or monster very well might.

Astral Wizard

Ghoul
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A mysterious Ghoul Wizard walks alone across a far-off dimension. Its cobra isn’t a mere pet. It’s one of the exotic species the Ghoul found in its hardcore travels, or traded for with something of equal value. It can only be summoned in such regions, and, like its master, has only one life. Those glowing eyes have seen much in this world. It isn’t fazed easily. You’d have to show it something worth seeing.
Ghost
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There is something familiar in the figure’s complexion, like you’ve seen him or someone like him before. Carrying a wand, it nonetheless remains a mystery if he’s ever slain anyone. It could be a monk who’ll never lift a finger to fight you, or it could be one who’ll do everything in its power to destroy you if you do. It’s difficult to tell if the emotion in his eyes is sadness, or a feeling like inner, private, enraptured awe.
Lich
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A treasure-hunting Lich ventures ahead of its party in the lower levels of a twisted Labyrinth. It may appear to be smiling at first look. This is how some Lich’s visages stay fixed – permanently smiling or frowning. In reality, the same fear you’ve felt at times courses intensely through its bones, guiding it yet recoiling it from the mysteries it seeks deeper in the dungeon.

Chaos Witch

Fairy
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He’s a wild one, zipping and zapping his way up the Arena ladder. He looks so intense and intent because he’s about to blast an opponent to kingdom come. In the background you can note the Mystery Map he’s been transported to for this match. A decrepit fetid wasteland floating in the abyss, if he or his enemy aren’t careful, they could go falling off the edges. He happens to like his hat oddly shaped like that. Or maybe he’s just zany and forgot to give it one point.
Droid
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There comes a point you feel forced to draw conclusions about a stranger by their appearance alone, despite the old saying about books and covers. Mr. Droid here could be a travelling magician, putting on a magic show for the local youth. It may be he can’t make his face show any emotion. He is a machine after all. Do they feel anything?
Goblin
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Ah… Your hometown local gambling fiend. I’ve seen my fair share of these before. You can see in his beady little eyes he’s fixated – yes fixated on where the bets are being placed. Gamblers are all a bit superstitious. Maybe that’s why he wears the ring. What an odd little wand he’s got. Maybe he uses it to place his bets. Do you think he’s up or down on the house? Is he here to play? Or feel something he can’t feel anymore? He’s awfully alone at the casino, chasing a big win late at night. When’s the last time you think he slept?

Samurai

Shinigami
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It walks in icy focus through the abyssal red it finds most familiar. Male or female, good or evil – these terms grow clouded and imprecise in their world. A Shinigami Samurai is a rare sight in the overworld. If you see one, it probably saw you first. Don’t blink. Their eyes see death in everything, thus seeing life a touch sharper than everyone else. It will never be decisively determined, I think, why the Shinigami and the Samurai seem to hold such a close affinity.
Anomaly
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Before your eyes you see an Anomaly who’s broken all the laws of bushido. He abandoned the Samurai way, carving his own path as a cold-hearted gunslinger with a daredevil deathwish. Despite leaving his katana behind forever, he still keeps some of his Samurai skills, moving quick as a wasp and throwing curveballs at all who cross him like a walking wildcard. What? You don’t believe he’s a Samurai? Must a Samurai wield a katana to be a Samurai? Now an Outlaw who can’t resist the thrill of an old-fashioned shootout in the Endville desert, he’ll always remember what it felt like to hold a blade in his hands, and what his katana taught him about how to tangle with Sheriffs.
Golem
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Unshakably honorable beyond words, the gusoku-clad Golem awaits your first move in a one on one battle for glory. He shall not retreat no matter the ebb and flow of advantage intrinsic to all combat. Those eyes, they speak of an obsidian resolve you cannot possibly begin to feel, lest you walk the same frosty path of bottomless will and unimaginable pain. He became a Golem – or always was – as a symbol of the stone heart that resounds deftly within, preparing him each waking moment for the day or night he finally encounters a worthy challenger.

Ranger

Biomorph
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A traditional medieval Ranger poses hunched on a high cliffside, watching and waiting. Rangers understand it’s not about how many arrows you let loose at your targets. It’s about firing one at the perfect time, when it both deals damage and creates an opportunity to close in for the kill. Is he hunting baddies out in the wild? Or is he a big bad wolf himself? You’d have to ask him, as always.
Alien
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A Trooper blasts away at anonymous enemies in the heated mid game of a Battle Royale. The Nightmare closes in fast, threatening to devour all who stray too long in its mephitic plum bounds. Who will come out on top this match? There’s an Alien under that helmet. If it doesn’t feel like it, it may never take it off. It could be mistaken for a Tech, in any case. Though Techs specialize in blasters, whereas Troopers hone their skills in use of rifles, whether conventional or energy platforms like the plasma rifle seen here.
Elf
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She’s a little too mischievous. Sometimes, you look a girl like her in the eyes and know, deep down in your heart, she’s a kind of crazy that can’t be fixed. I was in an illusion when we spoke by the pondside, planning our next move on this happenstance encounter. She liked me and wanted to find a little action. I could tell the way she was holding those crossbows she’d fired them at angels and demons alike. Is she just in it for the thrill of it? Is there some agenda beyond pure mayhem? I didn’t stick around to find out.