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Name/Titles:

Phoebeus; "The Intrepid One"; "The Phantom of Attrition";


Gender:

Female


Patronage:

Phobos, Deimos, and Paranoia: Whether the inconceivable terror that seizes a centurion before charging into death's embrace or the feeling of uncertainty one has before combatting unrequited love. That bitter suffocation that consumes one when control has been relinquished to another or the doubt that dwells within the mind of a God when their powers begin to fail them. The fear that a father accompanies to bed of his son plunging a dagger into his throat or the emptiness a mother experiences when a company of men have returned from war but her child is not among their numbers. The frenzied, terrified, unsettled agents of life are but a few of her proxies; her true visage is never more looked upon then when one closes his eyes and looks to the darkness within.


Parentage:

Etched into existence just afore the painting of twilight by the primordial Gods; Phoebeus was thought to be the last remnants of some eternal darkness collected and propagated by Ventu to destroy his son's creations. It was nameless and without figure, ineffable in operation; though coursed countless being's bodies seamlessly with their ichor. There was even a time when she affected the body of Aroesus; conjured from an eternal darkness by Ventu and gifted to Baefus, The Lord Observer of Fate who in turn bestowed her to Mysia whom had courted him for this purpose. Implanted unknowingly into the God King's body in one of his drunken bouts of carnality; and though it had never been particularly partial to stirring one's demons before, the turmoil and moral strife tormenting the God King was burning in its youth; his unbridled hubris shaded a festering shame from the misdeeds he had grown accustomed to committing; it was too tempting a fate to not tease. And so, every time an act was committed in favor of moral degradation, a sense of enormous shame would lie in company; nightmares would feed into insomnia and he found himself beset with remorse, an emotion that had never found dwelling within him. His wife's subterfuge didn't become known until the darkness within him began evoking emotions of doubt and paranoia; namely the inception of a notion that saw his son deposing him, a notion of which his wife would spitefully whisper in his ear while he slept soundly after pillaging his mistresses. Though vain, the God King was no fool; into his gut did he plunge a searing dagger and through strength alone did he cast out the fear that had ailed him; crafted this fear a vessel of flesh and nectar and condemned it to a life of servitude.


Pantheon/Affiliation:

Deity


Centres of Worship/Places of Power:

The Temple of Levius: Localized in a plane of the mortal realm, ensconced by centuries of myths and a jungle region riddled with enough manor of fanged and clawed death to render the land inhospitable to the locals around it. The temple exists as the only construction in honor of the Intrepid One, the only source of reverence for her influence in all of the mortal realm. It's construction owes itself to a nomadic tribe who's dusty bones provides the putrid musk that permeates the area and who's blood-curdling wails carry through the stoned walls and shambled jungle canopy to the ears of those unfortunate souls close enough to hear it. In her infancy, Phoebeus had taken to becoming a dilettante of mortal kind; appearing to a nomadic horde whom had terrorized, pillaged, and raped to secure sovereignty and whispered penance into their ears. She found that only the women were receptive of her visions and so within them did she contrive the strongest pangs of remorse and fear. Driven to the precipice of insanity by the ushering of guilt, these women, in collection, unsheathed their tribesmen's steel and slaughtered them in their sleep as they could not be reclaimed. With the fortunes and influence their husbands had amassed and the false promises of apotheosis, the dowagers dedicated themselves to the construction of a monument in Phoebeus' honor: Levius. The center of this temple houses a pit of unimaginable depth and those brave enough to leap into the aperture, without fear of death or loss, are thought to become the Phantom's servants.

Beyond Levius, one will find that the great fears of life exist as ubiquitous conduits through which she is empowered and embellished; a youth that predicates itself on the fears of this world; a primrose that blooms only in the darkness afforded to it. And the mortal coil is a treasure trove of fear and paranoia.


Servants, Prominent Followers and Worship Base:

Ferals: Faceless creatures imbued with savagery and the unreserved fury of those who have been betrayed. Beings who had rejected the denizenship of the lofty heavens for a final chance at vindicating the betrayal that would have ultimately lead to their demise. They appear on the mortal realm as homunculi of blackened flesh and twisted copper and are reserved a period of one passing moon to justify their indignations; should they succeed they and their vanquished return to the underworld as ushers though in their failure they become Phoebeus' indentured agents of fear and paranoia.

Audale, the Lesser Echo and Lucient: Brothers of inconceivable misery who exist as Phoebeus' highest esteemed subordinates. In the time of the primal pantheon, Audale and Lucient were men seeking apotheosis through servitude of Baefus, the Patriarch of Fate and Consequence. Such was promised to them, should they travel to opposite ends of the land and for half a century proclaim his countenance unto prophets, kings, and laymen; he advised them that through persistence and unshakeable resilience they would fell adversity where it appeared and successfully bolster his influence, even gain privilege and favor from those they preached to. And indeed they did, eventually their religious zeal took the hearts of those that had initially rejected them; the kings aggrandized Baefus' influence through his agents and declared them true prophets of the Patriarch of Fate. The assimilation into their respective cultures and the adoption of their languages birthed Baefus two different recognitions; two identical yet separate appellations of his grace. With time and progress these kingdoms grew in dominion and influence, grew until they were breathing into each other's faces; having grown into jingoistic provinces the tide of wars that preceded were purposely inevitable. Both Audale and Lucient propagated sentiments of peace but these fell on defiantly deaf ears and unleashed was a period of unreserved havoc. On the precipice of peril, Audale attempted to gather his family and flee but was haplessly slaughtered as the last stones of his kingdom fell charred and broken. Because he had cried out in protest of the war, Lucient was charged as a false prophet and was subjected to the viewing of his wife and children being raped and tortured. He was then locked away in a dungeon where within lie a plate of his family's remains and a dagger; the latter of which was eventually used to end his life.

After becoming ferals and failing to slay the Patriarch of Fate, they now serve as Phoebeus' agents of fear and paranoia in the dreamland. Donning alabaster, featureless masks they assume the figure of one's most profound fear and ails them even in their respite.


Psychology:
Phoebeus is purposely translucent; she is not a being of mischief or false intentions. From her dealings with mortals and other gods she has observed that her influence is the purest belier, in the face of fear few have the mind to forge fallacies. Despite the nature of her influence, she is an advocate of order and rule, and why not? How potent is the illusory sense of content and security found within the structure of hierarchy; it made operating on one's fears extremely satisfying if only because of the irony. In Aroseus' service she was particularly stalwart in her duties and committed the God King's promptings without hesitation, that's not to say she agreed with his motivations or that she was without gestation of malcontent; but she respected rule and would sever her tongue before speaking out against him. Most gods receive her with whispered aspersions and subdued hostility, in some cases her reception has been one of intrigue and very rarely would another god regard her with favor. After the God King's untimely demise she has found herself in the precarious position of upholding the late Aroseus' mantle; not out of any loyalty or obligation to the God King moreover the recognition that of all the beings to exist, it is the gods who require the greatest sense of order and divide. In spite of those who openly mock her, she remains stoic and unperturbed. After all, there is advantage in courting the intimate demons of your enemies.


History
Before the banding of the first pantheon, existed an unstirred darkness beyond the Malezabus; a mechanism Ventu created as a safeguard to purge a being entirely of any power they possessed. As his kinship grew in count, the creations they introduced to the realms birthed the first instance of chaos; a darkness equally as devastating as fear. Reluctant to leave his powers unattended he collected this into an Ouroboros-vessel, crafted by the Smithy God, and charged Baefus with the station of its keep.

Relationships:
To be decided.

I am stretched incredibly thin at the moment but I wanted to throw her into the mix before I took off. I sketched out a very rough basis for you to go off of but I'll be changing some things around and filling out the rest of her when I get back to my desk.
Transliteration from The Prophetic Annals of Apennine:

A notion concerning the ineffable origin of not only the great instance of life but the infinitely more mystifying cause behind the construction of the individual is a matter known to consume and exhaust the faculty of one's wonderment. Even those among us reputed for achieving enlightenment find themselves clouded and jaded by the gravity of the incomprehensible. I too, the appointed Justiciar of Apennine, a disciple and sage, have embraced the humility found in regarding Aethre and all that which she effects. In particular, the most confounding principle to credit is that which describes life as nothing more than a constructed continuum of connected parallels: that is to say, we are merely created as a copy of seemingly infinite copies.

A realization of this nature does not wholly compromise the quality of existence, nor falsifies an individual's "raison d'etre" (reason for being) but it does, however, bring into existence a doubt in the realm which confines the copy as being anything other than a copy itself or more gravely a simulation intended to elude perhaps a heavens we were never intended to be privy to. Furthermore, there is little that remains to do now other than to inquire whether all that I currently know or will come to know of the materiality of the realm my denizenship belongs to is an authentic product of my own bidding or as authentic as Aethre had intended to quantify. The faculty of perception evoke the most dire inclination to reason that that which I experience must verily exist on its own accord for me to experience it and that any arbitrary existence is indeed some distant derivative of disorganized purpose. Though Aethre's omniscience and omnipotence must not be discounted nor its power to effect everything that I am capable of comprehending. Understanding this ushers in the reason that even our conscious constructs could very well be fabrications of its divinity; nothing is without its espial.

The faculty of imagination which I possess and of which I make use when I apply myself to the consideration of past events is capable of persuading me of their materiality and place in time. I speak to you now in the past tense, for that which will happen has already happened on the world we know to be Atlas

In the beginning of corporeal things, as it was made clear to me, the Edda was betrayed by one collection of many creations, for they thought themselves equal to that which gave them existence. Those who posed true in the facet of rebellion were appointed to guard, in ignorance of their nature, the mortal children of Edda against threats both foreign and domestic. And then came a plague from the heavens on that celestial body crashing onto Atlas with malice and with spite. Man and beast crumbled beneath its taint and transformed into fiends. Neither sword nor cartridge could halt the Divine Disease.

To prevent extinction, humanity constructed monolithic spheres with which they isolated themselves from the world beyond. But only sin and corruption was ensured within their own enslavement. Atlas has fallen to the lowest deep of pandemonium, and the cataclysm of which I am attempting to you convey is nigh. Chaos has reached the city of Astral, which is where our fates first intertwined.
In progress.....



Didn't expect to be close to 20 posts behind while I was away and so after reading them all I'll put together something.
I'm skipping town for a handful of days and will only have my mobile device to check up on the site and make editions so they will come sparsely. The character is more or less fleshed out, the only part that needs to be finished is her history but it isn't a terribly insightful nor colorful one so there's no supremely important information hiding within. If both Ruby and HeySuess could just give her a quick read, I used a lot of creative licensing and there is risk of stepping on some toes with this character sheet so I wanted to make sure everything in it was agreeable before I started gestating ideas for the IC. Thank you bunches!
I posted a skeleton of a character. I'll have her meaty parts implanted when I can get around to my desk in a day or so. Cheers!


Name/Titles:

Phoebeus; "The Intrepid One"; "The Phantom of Attrition";


Gender:

Female


Patronage:

Phobos, Deimos, and Paranoia: Whether the inconceivable terror that seizes a centurion before charging into death's embrace or the feeling of uncertainty one has before combatting unrequited love. That bitter suffocation that consumes one when control has been relinquished to another or the doubt that dwells within the mind of a God when their powers begin to fail them. The fear that a father accompanies to bed of his son plunging a dagger into his throat or the emptiness a mother experiences when a company of men have returned from war but her child is not among their numbers. The frenzied, terrified, unsettled agents of life are but a few of her proxies; her true visage is never more looked upon then when one closes his eyes and looks to the darkness within.


Parentage:

Etched into existence just afore the painting of twilight by the primordial Gods; Phoebeus was thought to be the last remnants of some eternal darkness collected and propagated by Ventu to destroy his son's creations. It was nameless and without figure, ineffable in operation; though coursed countless being's bodies seamlessly with their ichor. There was even a time when she affected the body of Aroesus; conjured from an eternal darkness by Ventu and gifted to Baefus, The Lord Observer of Fate who in turn bestowed her to Mysia whom had courted him for this purpose. Implanted unknowingly into the God King's body in one of his drunken bouts of carnality; and though it had never been particularly partial to stirring one's demons before, the turmoil and moral strife tormenting the God King was burning in its youth; his unbridled hubris shaded a festering shame from the misdeeds he had grown accustomed to committing; it was too tempting a fate to not tease. And so, every time an act was committed in favor of moral degradation, a sense of enormous shame would lie in company; nightmares would feed into insomnia and he found himself beset with remorse, an emotion that had never found dwelling within him. His wife's subterfuge didn't become known until the darkness within him began evoking emotions of doubt and paranoia; namely the inception of a notion that saw his son deposing him, a notion of which his wife would spitefully whisper in his ear while he slept soundly after pillaging his mistresses. Though vain, the God King was no fool; into his gut did he plunge a searing dagger and through strength alone did he cast out the fear that had ailed him; crafted this fear a vessel of flesh and nectar and condemned it to a life of servitude.


Pantheon/Affiliation:

Deity


Centres of Worship/Places of Power:

The Temple of Levius: Localized in a plane of the mortal realm, ensconced by centuries of myths and a jungle region riddled with enough manor of fanged and clawed death to render the land inhospitable to the locals around it. The temple exists as the only construction in honor of the Intrepid One, the only source of reverence for her influence in all of the mortal realm. It's construction owes itself to a nomadic tribe who's dusty bones provides the putrid musk that permeates the area and who's blood-curdling wails carry through the stoned walls and shambled jungle canopy to the ears of those unfortunate souls close enough to hear it. In her infancy, Phoebeus had taken to becoming a dilettante of mortal kind; appearing to a nomadic horde whom had terrorized, pillaged, and raped to secure sovereignty and whispered penance into their ears. She found that only the women were receptive of her visions and so within them did she contrive the strongest pangs of remorse and fear. Driven to the precipice of insanity by the ushering of guilt, these women, in collection, unsheathed their tribesmen's steel and slaughtered them in their sleep as they could not be reclaimed. With the fortunes and influence their husbands had amassed and the false promises of apotheosis, the dowagers dedicated themselves to the construction of a monument in Phoebeus' honor: Levius. The center of this temple houses a pit of unimaginable depth and those brave enough to leap into the aperture, without fear of death or loss, are thought to become the Phantom's servants.

Beyond Levius, one will find that the great fears of life exist as ubiquitous conduits through which she is empowered and embellished; a youth that predicates itself on the fears of this world; a primrose that blooms only in the darkness afforded to it. And the mortal coil is a treasure trove of fear and paranoia.


Servants, Prominent Followers and Worship Base:

Ferals: Faceless creatures imbued with savagery and the unreserved fury of those who have been betrayed. Beings who had rejected the denizenship of the lofty heavens for a final chance at vindicating the betrayal that would have ultimately lead to their demise. They appear on the mortal realm as homunculi of blackened flesh and twisted copper and are reserved a period of one passing moon to justify their indignations; should they succeed they and their vanquished return to the underworld as ushers though in their failure they become Phoebeus' indentured agents of fear and paranoia.

Audale, the Lesser Echo and Lucient: Brothers of inconceivable misery who exist as Phoebeus' highest esteemed subordinates. In the time of the primal pantheon, Audale and Lucient were men seeking apotheosis through servitude of Baefus, the Patriarch of Fate and Consequence. Such was promised to them, should they travel to opposite ends of the land and for half a century proclaim his countenance unto prophets, kings, and laymen; he advised them that through persistence and unshakeable resilience they would fell adversity where it appeared and successfully bolster his influence, even gain privilege and favor from those they preached to. And indeed they did, eventually their religious zeal took the hearts of those that had initially rejected them; the kings aggrandized Baefus' influence through his agents and declared them true prophets of the Patriarch of Fate. The assimilation into their respective cultures and the adoption of their languages birthed Baefus two different recognitions; two identical yet separate appellations of his grace. With time and progress these kingdoms grew in dominion and influence, grew until they were breathing into each other's faces; having grown into jingoistic provinces the tide of wars that preceded were purposely inevitable. Both Audale and Lucient propagated sentiments of peace but these fell on defiantly deaf ears and unleashed was a period of unreserved havoc. On the precipice of peril, Audale attempted to gather his family and flee but was haplessly slaughtered as the last stones of his kingdom fell charred and broken. Because he had cried out in protest of the war, Lucient was charged as a false prophet and was subjected to the viewing of his wife and children being raped and tortured. He was then locked away in a dungeon where within lie a plate of his family's remains and a dagger; the latter of which was eventually used to end his life.

After becoming ferals and failing to slay the Patriarch of Fate, they now serve as Phoebeus' agents of fear and paranoia in the dreamland. Donning alabaster, featureless masks they assume the figure of one's most profound fear and ails them even in their respite.


Psychology:
Phoebeus is purposely translucent; she is not a being of mischief or false intentions. From her dealings with mortals and other gods she has observed that her influence is the purest belier, in the face of fear few have the mind to forge fallacies. Despite the nature of her influence, she is an advocate of order and rule, and why not? How potent is the illusory sense of content and security found within the structure of hierarchy; it made operating on one's fears extremely satisfying if only because of the irony. In Aroseus' service she was particularly stalwart in her duties and committed the God King's promptings without hesitation, that's not to say she agreed with his motivations or that she was without gestation of malcontent; but she respected rule and would sever her tongue before speaking out against him. Most gods receive her with whispered aspersions and subdued hostility, in some cases her reception has been one of intrigue and very rarely would another god regard her with favor. After the God King's untimely demise she has found herself in the precarious position of upholding the late Aroseus' mantle; not out of any loyalty or obligation to the God King moreover the recognition that of all the beings to exist, it is the gods who require the greatest sense of order and divide. In spite of those who openly mock her, she remains stoic and unperturbed. After all, there is advantage in courting the intimate demons of your enemies.


History
Before the banding of the first pantheon, existed an unstirred darkness beyond the Malezabus; a mechanism Ventu created as a safeguard to purge a being entirely of any power they possessed. As his kinship grew in count, the creations they introduced to the realms birthed the first instance of chaos; a darkness equally as devastating as fear. Reluctant to leave his powers unattended he collected this into an Ouroboros-vessel, crafted by the Smithy God, and charged Baefus with the station of its keep.

Relationships:
To be decided.

I am stretched incredibly thin at the moment but I wanted to throw her into the mix before I took off. I sketched out a very rough basis for you to go off of but I'll be changing some things around and filling out the rest of her when I get back to my desk.


Name/Titles:
Phoebeus; "The Intrepid One"

Gender:
Female

Patronage:
Phobos, Deimos, and Paranoia: Whether the inconceivable terror that seizes a centurion before charging into death's embrace or the feeling of uncertainty one has before combatting unrequited love. That bitter suffocation that consumes one when control has been relinquished to another or the doubt that dwells within the mind of a God when their powers begin to fail them. The fear that a father accompanies to bed of his son plunging a dagger into his throat or the emptiness a mother experiences when a company of men have returned from war but her child is not among their numbers. The frenzied, terrified, unsettled agents of life are but a few of her proxies; her true visage is never more looked upon then when one closes his eyes and looks to the darkness within.

Parentage:
Etched into existence just afore the painting of twilight by the primordial Gods; Phoebeus was thought to be the last remnants of some eternal darkness collected and propagated by the God King to bolster his dominion over his subjects. She was nameless and without figure, ineffable in operation; though coursed countless being's bodies seamlessly with their ichor.

Pantheon/Affiliation:

Centres of Worship/Places of Power:

Example: Athens and Athena, the Oracle of Delphi and Apollo, Achilles, descended of a river nymph...so on and so forth. A deity may be a patron of a city or a kingdom, but I am going to say that deities cannot control the free will of mortals, that's what makes them so irritating, and thus while able to influence events in these places, they will not have absolute power over them. There is a give and take between such worshipers and their deities, too, as the patron is expected to do things for their patronage.

Servants, Prominent Followers and Worship Base:
I'm looking for an idea of what sort of people follow your deity and an idea of what sort of spirits/beings might be their servants, through which they make their wills be known. Prominent worshipers would mean prophets, kings and otherwise important mortals that are loyal to your deity. This can, of course, include playwrights, poets, singers and so forth...be creative. Worship base are the normal everyday people of various trades, tribes, nationalities and so forth who might find your god to be their patron/matron.

Psychology:
What is pleasing to them and what drives them mad will do; even the more benevolent deities ought to have their egomaniacal and selfish side.

History:
An explanation of from whence the deity came and what befell them in various events. It's not a bad idea to cooperate with other players on this and expand as you see fit.

Relationships:
Loves, hates, lusts, crushes, affairs, rapes, incests, zoophilia incidents with shepherd girls (always a Jovian favorite) and the like. Oh, and mere alliances and rivalries, as well. Probably fueled by the above.
Here ya go!

OOC Post


RolePlayer's Notes:
  • The human civilization on Earth, even in its enlightened state, is starting to tare at the seams. Measures to maintain peace, namely the existence of totalitarian rule, have incited a sense of invasion in some. Internal strife between the governments and its people threatens the illusory fabric of peace.

  • Story is mainly science-fiction, though presence of supernatural themes exist in abundance throughout.

  • This is a story, a drama to be precise, so the focus is on how the authors choose to tell it. Action will be a inferior element of the story, a tool, not an alternative.

  • The story (role-play) aims to touch on ethical/moral dilemmas, existential questions, and philosophical conundrums.

.Premise.


New Berliné, 2137. It has been nearly a century since the Great Misery: a series of wars which predicated the near apocalypse of mankind. The international body count amounted to some number just beyond 2.5 billion men and women: civilians, soldiers, children, and politicians alike. Nuclear technology never meant to be unsheathed, were dusted off and augmented, dropped haplessly from the sky above 76 separate countries. The ravaging of these countries--most of them having been cornerstones for their respective theaters-- resulted in the political and economical upheaval of their subsidiary bodies. Eventually, conventional warfare won the day, but the cost was far graver than any one country could imagine; NATO, the EU, and the UN rendered to mere figments of the past; over half of America transformed into a nuclear wasteland; the Middle East thoroughly devastated; unsurprisingly Africa suffered from minor involvement comparatively. Both Europe and China in their larger scopes suffered gravely, though through the decades have taken successful measures at reversing the fragmentation they endured.

As the remnants of mankind lumbered towards death, even here there shone a beacon of light. The old powers are gone, the old authorities obliterated, the old rules now obsolete. From the ashes of those once mighty empires rose a new World Authority, a rejection of ancient hatreds and ignorant peoples, an embrace of technology, belief, personal will, freedom and above all the future. The American Consortium, Syncretic Union, African Alliances, and the Theatre of the East serve as our contemporary powers to be; each an amalgamation of several countries and a combination of their social, political, and economical infrastructures. After the war, each superpower begrudged and embittered by the devastation of the war, an international coalition was forged on the notion that any matter of conflict could be solved only through strict diplomacy and any approach deemed hostile or militant would be met with a collective surge. Upon the construction of this treaty, titled Tranquil's Law, was based the following century of enlightenment and defining technological evolution.
.Precipice of Innovation.



.The Precipice of Total Control.


Despite the international understanding that peace should be absolute and the memory of the Great Misery burning not too subtly in the minds of the nations, humans have a tendency to seek and incite conflict. Governmental institutions have taken extreme measures in establishing a universal rule to maintain peace; their greatest measure is arguably the reconstruction of the United Nations. Like its predecessor, the UN exists as a means of communication and diplomatic interaction for the nations of the world; though has redirected its efforts into mainly being a presence of international security. It has truly become a police-force of the world, creating its own international military with organizations situated in every major theater and are utilized to recruit new officers. For all intents and purposes, the UN is its own nation, a collective entity who establishes absolutes that all must adhere to. The spectrum of politics has been minimized under the word of the UN and it is the UN's law that is upheld not that of the governments.
.The Plot Thickens.


The illusory veil of peace and order is perhaps only too convenient a façade for the UN to use as a justification for enacting its laws and enforcements. It has become a tool of sorts, readily exploited as a means for them to establish dominance and complete surveillance of the new world and those who occupy it. In some way, everything is connected and monitored, everything is subjected to the sway of this government bidding. Every politician is a convenient marionette, every business fits into an international model; there isn't one thing the United Nation will not strain itself to control or survey. This exhaustive, totalitarian approach to the ailment of the old-world is demanded not only by the governments responsible for ensuring that something of the Great Misery's magnitude never be reciprocated, but also by the people too. Whether they know it or not. Whether they accept it or do so in part. The UN exists to create a constant; an incorrigible and imperturbable constant for the sake of peace and all those who so desperately cling to its tattered coattail. Problem being: no one ever factored in human kind's transformation.

Paranormal's or Proxies, as they have been unfortunately monickered, are a novel product of the young 22nd century. The inception of beings with metahuman characteristics has never been unanimously confirmed and with the government's increasing unwillingness to identify them as citizens of the states, will probably never be nothing more than an unrecalled point in time. Reception of these individuals across the board has been an amalgamation of unrest, awe, and social anxiety; in parts of the world deemed less-than developed they have been revered as celestial, even worshipped as deities. However, educated and resourceful pockets of humanity find their existence unsettling, a sentiment received and passively propagated by the UN; who after being reprimanded for quarantining them has taken a more "behind-the-scenes" approach to the predicament. Situations in which proxies have suddenly wound up missing or unaccounted for have become commonplace throughout the world and in some small social circles it is quite clear who is heading this illicit and sophisticatedly orchestrated pattern. Resistance is building amongst certain, sizable communities of proxies who see the obviousness of this affront; a resistance met with full force, unsurprisingly, by the UN. We, whether known or not, will act as the call of our people. A collective voice screamed into the bitter, barricade of a misplaced absolute rule.
.Dramatis Personae.


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