Additional info in the OOC:l<a class="postlink-local" href="https://creativefreedomrpg.com/viewtopic.php?f=18&amp;t=4297">viewtopic.php?f=18&amp;t=4297</a>l<br/><br/>Basic synopsis: On the world of Gaishia, a people called the Components are enslaved to the Kyrshians. Components are a type of people who have one major skill- and they are skilled in a super-human sense. They cannot survive on their own, so they live in communities. They were named components, because their communities ran smoothly, much like a machine- so they were components of a machine. They were treated as inhuman as their name, bred in farms, and slaughtered similarly. Any components gifted with the skill of fighting were killed as soon as their talent was realized, as they could turn against their owners. If a component bred with a Kyrshian, their child was a mongrel- to be either killed, or also enslaved. Some mongrels managed to live undercover, but only the lucky ones. Some feisty components, free mongrels, and humane Kyrshians have decided that it is time the slavery ends. The rebellion starts now.<br/><br/><div style="margin:20px; margin-top:5px"><div class="quotetitle"><input class="button2 btnlite" onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = '';      this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Hide'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Show'; }" style="text-align:center;width:100px;margin:0px;padding:0px;" type="button" value="Show"/></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">A little insight to the world of Gaishia: History of the great migration <br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Long ago on the planet, we, the inhabitants of Gaishia, fondly know as Earth, the population of humans became too large for their abused planet to support them. Millions were starving, suffering, and dying every day. The streets were littered with dead bodies. Theyâ€™d just lie there, decaying, making everything smell of death. Houses had no roofs, because they had fallen in, and even then, there were at least twenty people living in each. People usually only had one meal a day- and they werenâ€™t very big. There was no meat, and vegetables were hard to come by. Even water was scarce. Fights were constantly breaking out, as people fought over the things they needed to sustain themselves. Children were being thrown to the fires so that the population didnâ€™t get any higher. People were being thrown off bridges, and left to drown in the hot oceans. They were slaughtered by the thousands, knifed through the back, or stabbed in the heart.<br/>Criminal of all sorts- from the petty thief, to the ethnic cleansers- riddled the streets, for there was no room left in the jails. The majority of all the children born were the result of rape, and usually no one lived past the age of twenty. They were either killed, or they died of illness. Medicine had become an urban myth, thought not to exist. There was no such thing as the rich or the poor, because nobody had enough to live off of. <br/>Science was unable to take any steps forward, and technology had taken a huge dip. The animals had nowhere to live besides the heavily guarded zoos set aside for them. The oceans had become toxic and hot, due to global warming and pollution. The conditions of living were worse than those of the dark ages.<br/> Finally, in the year 3409, the global government finally gave up on trying to control the mess that the world had become, and decided that it was time for the human race to move on. After five years of debating it, they had made up their minds- it was time to leave Earth. They illustrated a plan, which required that the population of 25,000,000,000 people split into fifty sectors, and that they were distributed out to fifty different planets. They voted that all the worst criminals would be left behind-  being mass murderers and anything worse. Killing to live was normal, so that was not considered a major crime. The rest of the population was split randomly. Families were torn apart, but it had to be done.  <br/>Of course, the religious fanatics were outraged. After all, how could they, the children of God, leave the planet he made for them? They formed a group that called itself the Pistos, which supposedly meant the faithful. The Pistos, recognized as rebels, fought to stay on Earth. There were so few of them, though, that their numbers werenâ€™t able to stop the great migration. The government took all who were willing to go, and left Earth. The Pistos were left behind, along with all the criminals that had been voted bad enough to be left. After a few years of inbreeding and fighting over tiny points, the troublesome religious fanatics eventually died out completely, leaving Earth empty of humans, ready to heal. <br/>After that, all news of Earth was lost, and the people who had settled on other planets cried for their long lost home- likely a home theyâ€™d never get to see again. Humanity left the Milky Way entirely, and they all settled in Centaurus A.<br/>The sectors, or the colonies, as they were later called, settled on a variety of different planets. Some of the planets looked perfect, but were near uninhabitable, and the people there died. <br/>There were a few planets that lost contact with the United Planets of the Galaxy of Centaurus altogether. <br/>One such planet was ours, Gaishia, a lovely green planet that seemed like paradise, at first glance. Its namesake was Geisha, another name for Earth. Our people were once known as sector four, which consisted of ten ships, with 10,000 people on each. Sector four was one of the smaller colonies. Once our ships hit the atmosphere of Gaishia, they lost all power. Anything that used steel stopped working, which was most of the ship. The radios connecting us to all other sectors were cut off, and all contact was lost with them. Some of the ships were destroyed when they hit Gaishia, but many of them had survivors. Only two ships were completely destroyed, while others had nothing more than a few casualties. Presumably, the other sectors thought us dead.<br/>No one knows what became of all the other sectors. Perhaps one day weâ€™ll advance technology with the metals here, and we will be able to find out. For now, all we Gaishians can do it wait, and hopeâ€¦ <br/>END</span><br/>-Entry by Louis Birtwhistle, written 30 years after the crash of sector four<br/><br/>An old woman smiled as she read over this snippet of history to her class. This had been written hundreds of years ago, but the written language had stayed the same, and the broken ships had been preserved all those years, as a memory of what Gaishians used to be. It has been found out later, that it was in fact iron, which had failed. As steel was composed of iron, it failed. All modern Gaishians were allergic to iron, much like the fae of legends.<br/>On Gaishia, something that humans thought impossible, had come true- magic was possible on Gaishia. Technology was the sacrifice for magic. Because of the properties of Gaishia, some humans had been changed. These people were giving special powers- skills of sorts. They had one special thing they could do- some of them were able to heal without medicine, and to mend muscle without time. Some were able to fight extremely well without ever having training, and being able to move at inhuman speeds. Some learned how to read minds, and deal with peoples emotions- the possibilities were endless. Usually these people only had one such skill.<br/>The way normal humans had come across these super humans was through the re-invention of boats. The super humans- now called components, as they were all important to their rather mechanical community, had been found on an island not far from the kingdom of Kyrshan. There were no components in Kyrshan, so when these super people were found, they were immediately thought alien, strange, evilâ€¦ Though the components had amazing powers, their numbers were no match for the Kyrshansâ€™. Instead of being killed off, they were enslaved, which is when they acquired the nickname â€˜componentsâ€™. <br/>This was also well known history. Even nearly a hundred years after their enslavement, the components never broke free. They were bred, and killed, on farms. Component children were expected to realize their skill before they were ten. Any that had the skill of fighting were slaughtered, and those that had useless skills- like climbing trees, or swimming- were put to work doing things like maintaining sewers and sweeping the streets. <br/>The way to recognize a component was by looking at their eyes. The distinctive qualities of components are that they always have unnatural eye colours. Their hair was normal, except that, if they were, say, blond, their hair would be white, or if they had black hair, it would be black as pitch. Componentsâ€™ hair never changed colour with age, nor did it ever fall out. Besides that, they looked just like everyone else. <br/>Then there were the mongrels- thought dirty because they were half component and half human. Most mongrels were given disguises when they were young so that they wouldnâ€™t be taken into slavery. Any mongrels that were found out would either be killed, or turned into the government to be put to use.<br/>The old woman was one such mongrel. She had violet eyes, and taught a class of young components- for they were allowed a small amount of education. She could see the fire in their eyes. There had been rumours that a rebellion was coming soonâ€¦ Apparently some of the Kyrshians had found some humanity. Mongrels that had stayed undercover were also involvedâ€¦ so she had heard. If the rebellion came to her, she would certainly help.<br/>For now, though, she would teach these children as much as she could while they were permitted to take her class, so that they would be well informed when the components were free at last.	<br/>And what about the other colonies out there? she wondered. Would they eventually find Gaishia? Would their iron fail in the same way? She thought such things as class ended, her students gathering their books and preparing to go to their job, already set to slave work.</div></div></div><br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Characters start in the city of Kashmyro. The rebellion has not started quite yet, and they certainly have not acquired a leader. Someone has yet to step up. Kashmyro is in a temperate climate, surrounded by tropical forests. This is set on one continent, with only one country. There are three types of people to choose from- components, Kyrshian, or a mongrel. Other races are found on the currently undiscovered continent on the other side of the world. (This will come in much much later) â€“ Creatures are limited to your imagination, though, as the same stands with characters, donâ€™t make up anything too overpowered. Certain kinds of Nymphs exist around the city of Kashmyro, but they are in hiding, and no one knows they even exist. (Nymphs will also come in later, and I will need people to play them- info for them will be put up when the time comes) Plants are also limited to your imagination, though they should be along the lines of something tropical. Weâ€™ll be creating this world as we go.