Descendants of Cassians who had broken off from the Dominion more than 300 years ago, Exile humans have been surviving in the Fringe, living in a derelict, ramshackle fleet held up by prayers, jury-rigged repairs, and tons of duct tape. Resourceful, stubborn, and firm believers in hard work, they have been doing everything in their power to live to see another day, even if it means going into some less than honest ventures.
Respected for their grit, iron backbone, and dauntless tenacity, in the wake of the miraculous discovery of Nexus, the Exile humans have chosen to abandon their centuries of wandering and build a new life for themselves—fighting fiercely alongside their Exile allies to protect it from the Dominion.
On Cassus, more than three hundred years ago, the godhood of the Eldan was proclaimed, and through the Vigilant Church, all Cassians were expected to worship the Eldan and their descendants, the Luminai. This sparked a brief but bloody civil war, led by Admiral Serrick Brightland, in the wake of which the dissidents chose exile over extermination and fled to the stars in a fleet of stolen starships.
For two centuries, the Exiled human rebels wandered the stars, led by the Brightland family, who continued to serve as admirals for the ragtag fleet. Though they managed to stay one step ahead of the Dominion, it soon became clear that the ancient vessels would not be able to support the growing populations aboard the ships—forcing the human rebels to think about finding a permanent home safe from the Dominion.
The answer to their problem came with famed explorer Dorian Walker's discovery of the planet Nexus. Thought to be an old wives' tale, the lost planet of the Eldan was located on the very edge of known space and was green with life, filled with all manner of strange plants and animals, and perfect for habitation. Gathering up their allies, the Granok, Aurin, and Mordesh—three other races with little love for the Dominion—the humans prepared to make the long journey to Nexus. There, they hoped to finally end their centuries of wandering and forge a new home for themselves.
The original human homeworld is Cassus, but they've spent centuries running from the Dominion in a fleet of decrepit starships. Though that fleet remains hidden in deep space with skeleton crews, most Exile humans consider Nexus their homeworld now.
Appearance & Physiology
Exile humans display typical human diversity and are generally physically indistinguishable from their Cassian kin. Their clothing tends to be simpler and made to last.
Like their ancestors on Cassus, Exile human physiology is exactly what you’d expect. While they lack some of the more imposing traits of their galaxy’s more warlike races (such as the Draken or Granok), humans more than compensate for these shortcomings with raw determination and ingenuity. Despite being one of the less physically impressive races in the galaxy, humans remain some of the most prolific space colonists to date.
Although their core biology is ostensibly identical to Cassians, the Exiles have been space faring for centuries and natural selection has already begun its work. The hardships of interstellar travels have made them remarkably well adapted to shipboard life, and incidences of space madness, cryo sickness, and many other maladies associated long periods in deep space are far rarer among Exile humans than those raised on the homeworld.
Exile humans display the typical human life expectancy of 85 to 100 years, with females trending toward the more venerable end of the spectrum. Their ancestry is almost entirely of Cassian lowborn stock, and the Exile human gene pool has little to no Eldan contribution. They rarely demonstrate the miraculous longevity exhibited by some members of the noble houses. This does, however, make them more or less immune to some of the more mysterious genetic defects associated with Eldan ancestry.
The Exile humans are a determined, practical people who value truth above all things. They get along well with most races of the Exiles, with their steadfastness and grit serving to balance the more polarizing personalities of their counterparts. They speak in friendly, casual dialect; value hard work and industry; and judge a man's worth by how much weight he can carry on his back. After three centuries spent living in deteriorating starships, the Exile humans see Nexus as their last hope for a homeworld of their own—a planet where they intend to make a final stand.
Most Exile humans speak in a somewhat flat American accent that says "working class," "wisecracking," and "folksy."
Humans are the heart and soul of the Exiles, and their excitement and positive attitude about their new home is infectious. As such they are highly respected by all of the members of their faction.
Exile human first names are generally variants of recognizable English-language names with altered spelling. Most Exile human surnames primarily use English words or compound words for their last names ("Stone," "Walker," "Greenfall," "Brightland," etc.)
- Examples (Male): Dorian Walker, Brion Stack, Serrick Brightland, Aron Brightland
- Examples (Female): Donla Stone, Jemma Farthing, Kresten Skyler, Shalli Greenfall, Kit Brinny, Belle Walker
Reuse, Recycle, Retrofit
Thanks to the limited resources available to a fleet of criminals wanted by the most powerful empire in the galaxy, Exiles have learned to make do with what they have, taking old technologies, scrapping them for parts, and refitting it for their purposes. Most Exile hazmat suits, for example, are older, obsolete models that have been retrofitted and modified to keep them updated; while they will never match Dominion hazmat suits in sheer technological advancements, many independent researchers prefer Exile technology as it is guaranteed to work and work well.
Forced to maintain their aging fleet for so long, the Exile humans are accomplished inventors, tinkerers, and Engineers. They also engage in many traditional industries that have allowed them to survive on Nexus, such as farming, lumbering, and mining.
As there are few companies willing to sell work droids to criminals, the Exiles have been forced to create their own from spare parts and junked models. Those that are particularly skilled in the craft are called Botsmiths, able to turn random knick-knacks into a functioning robot, and even craft medical cybernetics to replace limbs lost to unfortunate accidents.
Exile human communities are democratic, with mayors and other officials elected to power by the people. This practice has roots in the ancient Cassian Commonwealth that existed long before the Dominion, and favors a grassroots political ideology that emphasizes local government.
Communities vote for their own leaders, including peacekeepers to maintain law and order and a chief mechanic to upkeep their equipment. Most personal disputes are mediated by the chroniclers, who serve as mix of sage, priest, and historian. They also officiate weddings and funerals. In the rare case that a higher authority is needed, the mayor may call in assistance from an itinerant Judge – the final authority in the Exile judicial system.
The Exile humans have no organized religion. Instead they gather to share and recite the true oral history of their people in chronicle houses, just as they did on the Cassus of old.
Prior to the Vigilant Declaration, the Dominion didn’t have an official religion it expected all subjects embrace. Cassian religious life was mostly secular, centering on local chronicle houses where citizens would gather to hear chroniclers recite the ancient stories of their ancestors. Chronicle houses were often seen as the central social hub of a Cassian settlement, and chroniclers often became pillars of the community, settling disputes, offering advice or guidance, and officiating communal ceremonies.
Most Chronicle houses on Cassus were destroyed or remade in the wake of the Vigilant Declaration - a fact which led to the start of the Cassian Civil War. But on Nexus, the Exiles have reestablished the ancient tradition, and Chronicle houses can be found in many Exile communities.
- Loremageddon, as preserved on the Internet Archive