The name of the planet is Ral.
Shaped like a massive ring, it experiences many phenomena different from our own. The outside of the planet, scorched by the unstable star it orbits, is an uninhabited desert. The inside is cast in eternal shadow, and plagued by ionic storms of terrifying nature. Humanity, however, is tenacious, and does anything to survive.
With the power of technology, the inhabitants of Ral harnessed the energy of the storms, and created a great civilization. Across the whole of the inner surface stretches a massive cityscape. Terminal.
Terminal became overpowered by corporations, great business intent on harnessing energy and intellect in new ways. At the forefront of these businesses are the technocrats, those who devote their lives and souls to electronic innovation. The cause is not as noble as it seems; tenacious as they are, humans are also greedy, and greed leads to violence. The corporations of Terminal began to use less and less savory methods to gain the upper hand, until only the most ruthless survived. Like mafiosi, these territorial industries held the inner torus in a cruel grasp.
This is the world in which you reside, a world of technological glory and criminal plenty. Justice systems have long since given up hope, leaving the rotting streets awash with pain and violence. In this world, the tortured poor watch from behind sheets of bulletproof glass as aristocrats dine on synthetic drugs. Billboards advertising useless products pierce through the thick smog, accompanied by blaring dialogue about how much you need it. Hookers call out raunchily to mob bosses flying by on their polished limousines. There is nothing good in a city of darkness. Not unless you make it.
-Character Sheet-
Name:
Age:
Description: (One paragraph if you can, please. Pictures are optional.)
Skills: (A list is fine.)
Equipment: (A list is fine here too.)
Backstory: (At least two paragraphs, please.)
Shaped like a massive ring, it experiences many phenomena different from our own. The outside of the planet, scorched by the unstable star it orbits, is an uninhabited desert. The inside is cast in eternal shadow, and plagued by ionic storms of terrifying nature. Humanity, however, is tenacious, and does anything to survive.
With the power of technology, the inhabitants of Ral harnessed the energy of the storms, and created a great civilization. Across the whole of the inner surface stretches a massive cityscape. Terminal.
Terminal became overpowered by corporations, great business intent on harnessing energy and intellect in new ways. At the forefront of these businesses are the technocrats, those who devote their lives and souls to electronic innovation. The cause is not as noble as it seems; tenacious as they are, humans are also greedy, and greed leads to violence. The corporations of Terminal began to use less and less savory methods to gain the upper hand, until only the most ruthless survived. Like mafiosi, these territorial industries held the inner torus in a cruel grasp.
This is the world in which you reside, a world of technological glory and criminal plenty. Justice systems have long since given up hope, leaving the rotting streets awash with pain and violence. In this world, the tortured poor watch from behind sheets of bulletproof glass as aristocrats dine on synthetic drugs. Billboards advertising useless products pierce through the thick smog, accompanied by blaring dialogue about how much you need it. Hookers call out raunchily to mob bosses flying by on their polished limousines. There is nothing good in a city of darkness. Not unless you make it.
-Character Sheet-
Name:
Age:
Description: (One paragraph if you can, please. Pictures are optional.)
Skills: (A list is fine.)
Equipment: (A list is fine here too.)
Backstory: (At least two paragraphs, please.)
