The Ropagu are a frail people, tall and thin, thanks to the light gravity of their homeworld Ropagi II. The average Ropagu is 1.8 meters tall, of relatively delicate frame, wispy dark hair, pink eyes, and pale skin. Many of the men sport mustaches or beards, a badge of honor in Ropagu society. Ropagu move with a catlike grace, and talk in deliberate, measured tones.
The Ropagu carry no weapons and only allow their mercenary forces to go armed. Ropagu would much rather talk out any differences with an enemy than fight with him. But the pacifistic attitude of the Ropagu is not as noble as it at first might seem. Long ago, the Ropagu realized that they simply had no talent for fighting. Hence, they developed a fear of violence based on enlightened self-interest. The Ropagu thinkers took this fear and elevated it to an ideal, to make it sound less like cowardice and more like the attainment of an evolutionary plateau.
The Ropagu hire extensive muscle from offworld for all of the thankless tasks such as freighter escort, Offworlders' Quarter security and starport security. The Ropagu pay well, either in credits or services rendered (such as computer or droid repair, overhaul, etc.) They don't enjoy mixing with foreigners, however, and restrict outsiders' movements to the city of Offworlder's Quarter.
The importation of firearms and other weapons of destruction is absolutely forbidden by Ropagu law. Anyone caught smuggling weapons anywhere on the planet, including the Offworler's Quarter, is imprisoned for a minimum of two years.
The near-humans of Ropagi II share an unusual symbiotic relationship with domestic aliens known as the Kalduu. | 
