Minister Phillipe Diodore
Of the Ministry of Energy"By Our Hands, Light"
A new day, a new government in Melizea.
Like many of his fellows in the President's cabinet, Phillipe had spent the day settling in to his new office and exploring the grounds of his ministry building as the newly appointed Minister of Energy. The bespectacled gentleman found himself wandering the old building's gardens as evening fell, a long coat wrapped tightly about him as he cast his gaze over the greenery. With a cigarette nestled between his fingers, it's glowing end bloomed orange with every drag her took, a grey spiral of smoke coiling around his head like a halo.
It was little known that the capital city of Melizea was not actually connected to the national grid, reliant instead on local generators and closed circuits. Most in the city proper would not have noticed of course, the wealth and resources plentiful enough to have overcome the issue but it was much more keenly felt in the city outskirts. No longer, however, for he had decided his first act as Minister would be to bring power and light to the capital. In due time power lines would dress the horizon, the streets and homes would be aglow.
And he, well, he would be the man to have made it so.
