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Islamic State of Algeria

The People's Democratic Islamic State of Algeria

^{More commonly known as the Islamic State of Algeria or Algeria}

Leader:

Farid Hamidou is the current elected President of the Islamic State of Algeria. A direct descendant of a famous Algerine corsair, Raïs Hamidou, he won his elections through his youth and vigour. He was born to Arya and Khalil Hamidou in the Casbah of Algiers, one of the districts in the capital city of Algiers. Living his earlier years in the last decades of French rule in Algeria, he was one of the younger Algerians to join the Algerian Islamic Modernists and participated in anti-Imperial activism. He thoroughly believed in Algerian independence from French rule and was part of a movement that was crucial to the overthrowing of the colonials after the rise of the People's Republic of France in 1946. A fighter at 17, he was one of the many young men to participate in the Algerian War and fought for the freedom of his peoples. Later on, after the takeover of the Algerian Islamic Modernists over the nationalist front, he welcomed the movements decision to create a full presidential system with a constitution that recognised Islamic Modernism as the basis for the country's laws. He then became a member of the United Modernists of Algeria Party, soon becoming its head at the young age of 29.

The President is a charming, dashing man who roused the younger populace with his inspiring speeches and charismatic smile. He had promised a greater effort to further boost the economy and general quality of living through the capitalisation of the oil reserves throughout the country. He had promised better access to education for Algerians living in the south with the creation of new colleges within the area. He had also promised the disbanding of the Old Republican threat to the south by the end of his first term. So far, Farid had accomplished two of his main goals but the Old Republicans prove tricky to deal with and the rise of traditionalists have diminished his hold over the country. Still, his approval ratings sit on the positive side, with many Algerians believing that he will come through with his promises as he is halfway through his third year in office. Critics say that his lack of experience has led to the sudden surge in traditionalist power and that numerous villages are being lost to their rhetoric every year under his office. Alas, the young man from Algiers has once again promised the eradication of both Old Republicans and traditionalists terrorists, declaring war on both sides. One can only wonder how this war could split this prospering country apart.

Government:
The country functions on a full presidential system in which the the executive branch and the provincial branch are separate. The President is a elected by the citizens every five years in the presidential elections and is chosen through popular vote of the people. The President has full executive powers and can veto any legislation that the provincial branch (made up of popular voted Wali) has put forward but in turn, this veto can be overridden by a supermajority of Wali. The President also acts as the Supreme Commander of Algerian Military Forces but has a group of veteran generals called the "حماية" literally meaning "protection" which he confers with on matters of defence. The President appoints the Cabinet of Algeria with Secretaries that serves as an advising institution to the President. They also administer departments of their expertise (the حماية act as Secretaries of Defence in the executive branch). The executive is not responsible to the provincial unless in special circumstances. The provincial also serves as the judicial branch as well (further explained below). In judicial matters, the President can pardon any criminal but must bend to the will of the Wali if found guilty of a crime (as do all executive branch members). A member of the executive branch may be impeached by the provincial branch.

There are different parties that Wali can be a part of and align with. Each party can forward a presidential nominee and a Wali nominee for any number of provinces of their choosing. Every party has agreed to align itself with Islamic Modernism but differ in policies, interpretations of Modernist thought, position on the political spectrum and other smaller differences. Major parties include:

• Algerians of the Leftist
• Azmegh Republican Party
• The Socialist Party of Algeria
• United Modernists of Algeria
• The People's Party for Algeria

Algeria is divided into 50 wilayas (provinces) which are further divided into 557 daïras (districts) and are then split into 1545 baladiyahs (municipalities). The port cities of Algiers, Oran and the trading city of Constantine are the only ones which are further counted as their own wilaya which are of course split into daïras and baladiyahs. Due to the modernisation efforts of the new government, the cities of Oran and Constantine serve a much larger purpose than they otherwise would have with the government encouraging urbanisation across the country. Each waliya enjoys some economic and diplomatic freedom apart from the state. The Wali are selected governors who are voted in by their respective people to govern their waliya. However, by law, the governors must be entirely loyal to Algeria, be subservient to the government of Algeria and must serve the Algerian peoples first and foremost. The Wali also hold judicial powers in a High Court with the leaders of daïras and baladiyahs holding judicial powers in a Middle and Low Court respectively. A case is to be judged based on its severity with incredibly severe cases to be dealt with in the High Court of Wali (all cases involving a member of the executive branch or a high ranked general is judged to be incredibly severe). The police act as an extension of the Wali's will over their waliya but arms can only be supplied by the government and recruitment of police officers must be scaled to the area or population that the waliya has.

The Islamic State of Algeria have incorporated some aspects of Islamic laws into their legal system and has declared Islam to be its state religion (although other religious bodies are accepted in the eyes of the state). The almost radical reinterpretations of Quranic texts with polygyny, penal punishments, jihad and treatment of non-believers contained in Islamic Modernism has been accepted wholly and integrated with existing shari'a law. The constitution states that "All legislation created by the provincial branch or amendments made to this Constitution must coincide with Islamic Modernism." This shows how much the Algerian Islamic Modernists, the major influence of the revolution, has influenced Algeria as a country. Islamic modernism is widely accepted in all branches of government (at least in the surface).

Location and Landscape:

Map

Northern Algeria has seen great prosperity and urbanisation since Algerian independence. The coast is dotted with industrialising towns and cities which are currently urbanising at a speed greater than normal. Due to the country's increasing populations, the agriculture sector has seen a boost in funding and farms have been popping up in as many green places as possible. However as only 3% of the land is suitable for farming (mostly in the northern coast), much of Algeria's food is still imported. The north is seen as wealthier and more advanced than the southern dunes (which is unfortunately very true). It contains the three biggest and most important cities in Algeria - Algiers, Oran and Constantine.

Algiers serves as the political and cultural capital city of the ISA with the largest population, the largest amount of daïras out of the three main cities and the most cultural landmarks. It serves as the main port city along the Algerian coast with trading ships in and out of its harbours. The Alger la Blanche stands proud with its glistening white architecture, with the Old City and Modern City blending together in an almost blinding amount of white. It is said that that you must avoid approaching Algiers from the Mediterranean at some select times of the day, lest you be blinded by the reflected sunlight. These claims have been proven to be exaggerated but the white tops of the city is truly something to behold, attracting many a tourist. The government also sits itself in the city, with President and Parliament making their home in Algiers.

The second largest port city, Oran, has the second largest total population with the largest population of Pied-Noirs present within the city. The presence of the Cathedral de Sacre Coeur appeal to many of the Christian Pied-Noirs. The relative peace in the manner that the Algerian government dealt the Pied-Noirs during their takeover resulted in lower amounts of Europeans leaving the city of Oran (though many of them still left in the period of North African Exodus). Although relations between the native Muslim and the majority-Christian Pied-Noir occupants of the city have been, at times, violent, the situation has cooled itself over time to an uneasy peace. Tensions have simmered and the younger population have intermingled despite the protests of the more distrusting elder population. The government views the city as a step towards general acceptance of Pied-Noirs as citizens of Algeria and as a shining example of Islamic Modernism. It has the largest growth rate in the country and is quickly becoming the technological capital of Algeria due to the skills of the Pied-Noir citizens and the native Arab-Berber population's eagerness to modernise. The city shows promise and has the second highest economic traffic in the country due to its proximity to the Strait of Gibraltar.

The third noteworthy city within the country is Constantine. The third most populous city, it serves as the headquarters for the state-owned oiling company Constantine Petroleum and as the connecting city between oil digs and the coast. Most petroleum traffic travels to Constantine to be divided into national use or export. While filled with Arab cultural landmarks and its iconic bridges, the city is more famous for the constructed (and still constructing) oil pipelines connecting to Algiers, Oran and other major population centers connected to the growing number of oil digs sprouting within the country. Seeing the importance and value of this oil, the Algerian government has decided to make Constantine its base of operations for controlling state oil rigs with its largest amount of backup oil barrels. The need for so much construction has invited an influx of eager citizens seeking employment. Constantine is the sight for the largest engineering project the country has ever seen, a large amount of pipelines called "Golden Roads" leading in and out of the city. Although oil has only been found as recently as 1954, the Algerian government decided to capitalise on the precious commodity as fast as possible. However, construction has been slowed by the deserts and the lack of skilled workers.

Although there have been attempts to populate the uninhabited arid deserts in southern Algeria, it has remained relatively untamed due to the hostility of the desert dunes. The only population centers which exist among the dunes are centered around oases or rivers that can be found such as the near border town tof Tindouf. These oasis towns have become a popular place for rural Berbers to migrate to for employment as the familiarity of the desert appeal to these hardy folk. Especially as conflict between the Algerian military, Old Republicans and Islamist traditionalists heat up within the Sahara, these pockets of civilisation have become more appealing. There are numerous oil digs that have started up in the desert as well with government officials scouring the deserts for valuable oil reserves. Since the discovery of Algerian oil in 1954 and subsequent construction of oil digs later that year, the liquid gold is sought after. The Berber tribes to the eastern mountains and south of Constantine have complained of intrusion into their lands but these cries are mostly ignored. Other than these intrusions, they have remained relatively isolationist even as more rural Berbers join their kin in the cities and towns that dot the Algerian lands.

As previously mentioned, the Old Republicans of France and Islamist traditionalist groups have a well-known presence within the country. The Old Republiccans have used to base out of Fort Lapperine, formerly known as Tamanrasset. Although they have since been kicked out of the oasis town by Algerian military in 1959, they still remain at large in the nearby Hoggar Mountains where they have set up an underground series of tunnels and bunkers. They have also come to raid the nearby village of In Eker for supplies and what raid survivors call "pleasure women". The flat-topped mountain of Assekrem has also become another base of operations for the Old Republicans where they "plan to triumph against the Muslim infidels and the socialist traitors to protect the memory Monsieur Focauld." They claim that the Sahara and all its denizens are rightfully theres. Meanwhile, the Islamist traditionalists are more spread out across the country. They do not have a base of operations in any sense of the word but operate in close knit groups which are strategically placed in various cities in Algeria. The traditionalists have groups in Oran, Tindouf, Constantine, Skikda and other major towns though their presence in Algiers has been mostly eradicated. They are also known to have recruited from smaller southern towns and have been known to turn entire villages against the government through their rhetoric. As the Sahara remains contested between the Old Republicans, traditionalist and government forces with the three factions warring against each other. It is recommended to anyone with a sense of self-preservation to stay out of the desert dunes and stay in the towns.

Demographics:
In a recent government survey, there are an estimated 11.57 million residents of Algeria. Of that resident population, 94% of the population are made up of native Arab-Berbers (although some claim that as much as 25% of the native muslim population is of Turkish descent, all identify as Arab-Berbers despite this due to previous interracial mixing). Only 5% are of European descent with the vast majority being of French descent (note that any resident found to be colluding with the Old Republicans are stripped of their residency). The remaining 1% are of smaller ethnic groups such as the various Jewish communities found in the coastal cities. There has been a massive growth in population due to the rapid urbanisation the country has taken, leading the country from a post-Algerian war population of 8.3 million to what it is now. Women hold a disproportionate amount of administrative power within the country and as much as 60% of university students being women. There are also a greater amount of Pied-Noirs found in universities but the margin has gotten significantly smaller by 1960.

Berber, Algerian Arabic and French are the official languages of Algeria. Algerian Arabic, more commonly known as Algerian, is used by most the population and is infused with elements of Berber and French. French is considered an official language due to the large amount of Pied-Noirs that stayed in Algeria and because its widespread usage. Many universities and main education systems still use French as their language of choice because of Algeria's previous colonial status. Berber, while the least widespread of the three languages, remains as the cultural language of Algeria and is spoken by many in Southern Algeria, nomads in the Sahara or tribes who dot Algerian lands. Algeria has a large majority of adherents to Islam (mostly Sunni) with smaller populations of Catholics (mainly French Pied-Noirs), Protestants and Jews in the country.

History:
The country's origins lay within Algiers, the capital of then French Algeria and the birthplace of the revolutionary movement which shook the entire country to its core. It began with a select few men and women who decided that it was time for change. For too long they have been under France's yoke, under a colonial government who was too much of failure to even control its own people. Distaste for the French stirred in every Algerian, it was up to them to ignite the fires. "Cut the old ties," they said "let us cut our ties to a fallen government and a fallen republic." These unknown men and women put posters around the city under the nose of the French authorities. They spread the word of revolution in the seediest bars, taverns and brothels in the city. To the Arab schools, libraries and universities. They came to the Imams of every mosque, to the Arab priests in their churches, to the small Jewish communities in central districts. They spread their whispers, stirring the fire that compelled all Algerians, whether Arab or not, to take action against a government who could no longer instill subservience in their holdings. Their message, "cut the old ties" became a motto, a code which differentiated colonialist and revolutionary. Their flag could be found in most households, hanging from the flagpoles of both businesses and places of worship in defiance against their colonial overlords.

These unknown men and women hung the flag over the ports, painted their crescents on military vehicles and bases. These select, brave few ripped the French flags from their flagpoles, putting their new Algerian flag instead. Their flag was known across the whole city, their motto sang by children on the streets, their actions spreading through the city like wildfire. The French took action. They instilled strict curfews, arrested anyone who flew the "fake, primitive flag of dissidents", shot anyone who was known to be an active revolutionary and tried to clean the city of "revolutionary filth". The Algerian people stood defiant and soon, whispers of dissent spread further than just Algiers. From Fort Lapperine to Constantine, from Oran to Tinfouchy, the embers of revolution was formed. Nationalism, a movement relatively unknown to the common peoples of Algeria, spread through its population. When the idea of an "Algerian people" was formed, independence followed afterwards.

In Oran, revolutionaries started clouding the minds of Pied-Noirs. starting to rid thm of their "French" identity and instead place an "Algerian" identity upon them. In Constantine, people actively sabotaged French activity, blocking the bridges to the French Mayor's house and crowding the roads with people to restrict military access. In Fort Lapperine, people sneered at the French officers and soldiers who occupied the town, spitting on them during their marches and cursing them. In Algiers, the revolution was starting to gain real ground as more French troops were being pulled back home. However, those same men and women who met in that very small room, who fueled the fires and dreamed of cutting the old ties, were caught stealing weapons from the military base within the city. They were arrested and hung in a public executions, insulted by the soldiers who executed them, spat on by officers who looked upon their corpses with disdain. Their corpses were cremated, denied the traditional funerals they should have had. These actions, instead of stopping the revolution in its tracks, turned the fire into a blazing inferno.

The whispers of dissent turned into cries of revolution on the 18^th November 1946, nationalists across the entire country aligning themselves with insurgent groups and starting the War of Independence. The Algerian Islamic Modernists was the major nationalist freedom fighter group which claimed themselves as direct successors of the "Brave Few". The war was a short and bloody one, lasting three months and six days. The overwhelming ferocity in how the insurgents fought overwhelmed otherwise superior French forces. Suicide bombers, child soldiers, women fighters, guerilla warfare and all manner of underhand tactics surprised Old Republican forces. As A.I.M took lead as the greatest of the insurgency groups, they were the ones who broke into the French strongholds of Algiers, using children who faked sickness and used the pity of soldiers to open the gates and let the insurgents through. Every male French loyalist was slaughtered while the women were arrested, modern Old Republicans calling this day the "Christmas Slaughter". They ran the French out of Algiers and effectively purged French presence within Northern Algeria. They told the smaller insurgent groups to keep the French at bay in the south. These groups, having lesser manpower and stolen equipment, effectively died off within the harsh fighting within the Sahara

A.I.M forces, after regrouping and rearming in the North, moved down to finish what their other "allies" started. They were successful in routing the French from the provinces of Illizi and Tindouf, keeping them contained within the relatively unimportant town of Tamanrasset. The A.I.M established announced their victory to the country and the world on the 24^th February 1947, establishing the the Algerian Constitution and reforming into different parties with the armed forces turning into the Algerian armed forces. Ever since then, every Algerian president has been more radical and vigorous than the last. Since the election of 1957 which saw the rise of Farid Hamidou into the position of President, the country has taken steps towards ridding themselves of isolationism. As Algeria enters a rising golden age, the insurgent groups to the south rise as well. Plans are in motion, the engines of war rumble and the country shall be shaken once more. Cut the old ties.

Notable Organisations/Factions:
Constantine Petroleum - The state owned petroleum company which has a monopoly over all Algerian oil reserves in the country.

Desert Steel Co. - A company which owns the only private steel factory in the country

Tamer Brothers Gas Company - State owned, one of the several natural gas companies which operate within Algeria that siphons natural gas from the dunes.

The Algerian Silk - An Algerian-based fashion brand which promotes cultural dresses and exposes Algerian fashion to the international world.

The Old French Republic Remnant - Made up of Old Republican forces which refuse to recognise the People's Republic of France and the Islamic State of Algeria. Led by an unknown collective of Old Republic generals left from the Algerian War for Independence, is unpopular with majority of the populace.

True Traditional Algerian Muslim Party - An unconstitutional political party labelled as a terrorist organisation by the Algerian government. Has gained popularity throughout the country, particularly in the south and southwestern villages.

Characters:
President Farid Hamidou - Current acting President of Algeria

Samia Lellouche - Secretary of Resources, effective head organiser of Constantine Petroleum

Ana Rachelle Dupond -Ambassador to German West Duchy

Youcef Mojdehi - Ambassador to Rhodesia

Nassim Anwar - Ambassador to the Ottoman Empire

Sgt. Muhammad Lellouche - Algerian Special Forces, currently deployed in Saharan Desert against Old Republic forces

Lt. Louis Alexandré Martin Dubois - Officer of Old French Republican Armed Forces, currently deployed in Saharan desert

Almami Said Zidane - Current Leader of the True Traditional Algerian Muslim Party, organisation gaining ground in the south near Tindouf

Nour Hamidou - Leading designers of The Algerian Silk, sister to current acting President

Cpl. Khalil Sanoun - Algerian Tanker within F.O.B X-ray

Other

MAC Mle 1950 - Standard service pistol
MAS-39 - Standard Sub Machine Gun/Cavalry Gun
Algerian M50 Nimcha - Standard Algerian Cavalry Sword
Algerian M50 Lance - Standard Steel Cavalry Lance
MAS-49 & MAS-36 - Standard Service Rifles
Karabiner 98k & MAS-36 Sniper Variants - Standard Sniper Rifles
FM 24/29 & Hotchkiss M1914 - Standard LMG & HMG

F1 grenade

Standard service uniform

Hat is interchangeable with ubrown sesh, a popular alternative

Renault AGP Truck
Panhard 178
Renault R35 Light Infantry Tank
SOMUA S35 Medium Cavalry Tank

Canon de 105 court mle 1934 Howitzer
Brandt Mle 1935 Mortar

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Kalil

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16 | Male | 5' 11" | 155lbs
Mughal Empire | Dynamicism | Thermodynamic Manipulation

Their Story
Growing up in Dhaka could have been much worse for an orphaned boy. Abandoned at the dead of night as a babe, he was fortunate enough to be left in front of the door of one of the Mughal Empire's most profitable merchants. Muhammad Gharbi, an opportunistic tradesman thriving in the heart of Mughal industry, saw history come full circle. He himself had been abandoned and orphaned at a young age and within a young, mewling babe, he saw potential. Now Muhammad was not the ideal father, instead much too busy with travelling and matters of trade than to take care of his adopted son. Instead, the young and newly named Kalil was surrounded by wealth, a plentiful amount of servants and given a great education. As befitting the heir to a rich merchant. History, mathematics and economics were taught to him but he had always had a growing interest within the slowly advancing realm of physics. The study of the natural world down to its basics, the energies which surrounded us and, in particular, the study of the relation between work and sound. Sensing the potential within his adopted son grow, Muhammad, on the boy's 13th birthday, proposed to let his son join him on a trading expedition towards Abya Yala. On this trip, certain events would occur that would drastically his lot in life.

Within Abya Yala, Kalil encountered one of the great Edenic Beasts which roamed the continents, gaining its favour with charm and sharp, natural intellect. Charging his ability to perceive the formulae of the world. To create a greater understanding of the inner workings which fascinated him. To unlock the seemingly mystic arts of dynamicism. To Muhammad, upon learning of his son's feat, saw money rain down from the heavens. The opportunity and prestige this could gain him, the fostering of an upcoming polymath genius who could major in one of the rarer specialisations within the Empire! Celebrations were needed and the return to Dhaka was hastened to facilitate them quicker.

Upon return, the Gharbi duo would see a manor in flames and servant's bodies strewn across the lawn. Muhammad was not a perfect man and could often dabble within the more criminal underside of the world's largest city. He had promised a certain share of wealth from a different trading expedition to a local drug lord, mysterious head of the Golden Bengals. This was in exchange for funding for the duo's own expedition towards Abya Yala. Upon the shipwrecking of the other half of Muhammad's trading fleet, the Bengals sought their share of promised wealth. Through the plunder and slaughter within the Gharbi manor, the seizing of Muhammad's assets and funds as well as his adopted only son. The so-called prodigy of Dhaka, rumoured to have gained the knowledge needed to pursue the seemingly magical dynamicist arts. This was in a time where the layman Mughal had little knowledge of the science behind the formulae of the world. In exchange for his and his father's life, Kalil would be branded with a tiger on his chest, sworn to the service of the Bengals and could only pursue further education in the aspect of furthering the Bengal's riches. Muhammad would be kept prisoner until his son's 18th, whereupon his son must bring the Golden Bengals an equivalent wealth to the share lost in that shipwrecked trading fleet.

Without this, his father will be killed and Kalil made a permanent slave to the crime syndicate. He sets his sights upon Bermuda, where opportunity laid itself in front of him. Where his cursed gifts could bring him and his father to freedom.

Abilities
Here included is a description of "abilities" that Kalil is capable of:

• Thermal Manipulation - Kalil is able to, within certain limits, control the heat flow between objects or between an object and its surroundings. Certainly enough to vaporise water within a given container though only through his growing resistance to heat. He has better control over heat flow within solids and liquids than gases. This does wonders for his stress, in the form of his own pocket shisha without the need for charcoal. In combination with relieving stress, it helps with making heat manipulation into something second nature to him.
• Wind Manipulation - In an incredibly rudimentary way, Kalil can control the movement of differing gases and different temperatures of air. Within spaces where he knows the gaseous properties within, where gases can leak in or out, he can have greater control. However, outside of these carefully studied places, he can only control sound within a certain radius around him. He does not have the expertise to accelerate air, merely move it.
• Sound Manipulation through thermal and wind dynamicism - Through observations and experimentation, Kalil has found the connection between the energy of the air around us and the sound which propagates through it. Through the excitement of particles in the air, he can increase the amplitude of a given sound wave to increase volume. Similarly, he can siphon heat from the air to decrease volume of a given sound wave. He is constantly working towards furthering his abilities in this area, believing greater strides in unique sound manipulation could bring his own and his father's freedom. Potentially by manipulating the frequency of the sound waves to manipulate what they sound like

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Organization:
The Golden Bengals, under the front of his father's Gharbi Trading Co.

Qualia: Mission Sub Rosa

قلیل،

آپ کی اگلی ادائیگی واجب الادا ہے۔ مدد کرنے کے لیے، ہم کچھ معلومات شامل کرتے ہیں۔ ایک چھوٹی جرمن لڑکی، جس کا نام K سے شروع ہوتا ہے۔ ایک امیر گھرانے سے تعلق رکھنے والی۔

آپ جانتے ہیں کہ اگر آپ ہماری ادائیگیوں میں ناکام رہتے ہیں تو کیا ہوتا ہے۔

A note with a complicated tiger seal, as above

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The paper crumpled in his hand, after having read it a dozen times to commit the details to memory. This was his own doing, after all. He got himself into this mess, there was no point denying it. This school was to be Kalil and his father's freedom or they would be damned. Failure and hesitation could not take a place in his heart, guilt and concious needed to be thrown away into the wind. He took to cupping the paper between his palms, the formula around the paper revealing themselves to him. So many secrets lay within, so many more secrets he could learn. If only he could escape these bothersome people and be done with it all. Heat flowed into the paper, unnaturally hot in his hands. Embers grew into flames, dissolving the letter to little pieces of unrecognisable dust.

Kalil sighed and brought heat to his shisha, pulling vapour from the miniature pipe with detachment. The vapour already lay heavy in the air of the empty bathroom, much like the thoughts within his head. The room provided privacy from the world outside and he had purposefully smoked it out to make sure the gaseous contents of the room were known to him. Sound could come into the room but no such thing could come out, the vibrating particles he perceived dulling the sounds emitted from himself. Much study had been done to know what sound wave propagated with what energy through what gas. To nullify sound to a whisper, one needed to study the formulae of every factor within their surroundings. A process which he relished and one he wished was valuable enough to pay off his debts. He found himself talking to no one, letting the sounds of his native Urdu carry only to his own ears.

"If only I could do this all day, sit here and ignore the world around, smoking tobacco." Another detached inhalation, flavour bursting on his tongue. Kalil glanced at the miniature pipe clipped to his silk pants. "Hmm, blueberry mint. A favourite of my father. A joke from the Bengals or a message?"

The Golden Bengals had taken to sending the merchant heir differing flavours for the shisha every month. Some held hallucinogens while others merely had tobacco within. It was otherwise expected of him to finish the flavour by the end of the month or further interest would be put on his debt. A sort of cruel joke, tying him with addiction like that. Kalil liked to think that sometimes, his father would be able to choose what flavour he was given. Imagination at this point, since he had not seen the old man in what felt like years. Shying away from those thoughts, he took to pondering upon what he had seen of the school which would be his new home. Rich and extravagant, as befitting the sort of pomp he had expected of such a place. Not unlike his own old manor in wealth but much more artificial. He could sense the grand history behind his old home, passed on from merchant to merchant's son throughout many years. Dhaka was a grand city, though unknown to much outside the Orient, and it had close to a million people. He had felt the hustle and bustle, constant movements. Even the dust of formulae he had seen there seemed to be moving, the air was never the same from one place to another.

Here, it felt still. Maybe he had just been too used to large cities to be expected to like Bermuda. Academic City felt empty in comparison. And certain things rubbed him the wrong way. The segregation of the adult population from the students almost seemed unnecessary and reminded Kalil of some of the injustices from the Mughals themselves. The rulers of the Empire were different from their majority Hindu subjects and though integration had been progressing, the separation between the masses and state could still be seen in some cities. He had seen so in some cities, the Mughals separated from the Hindus. An air of superiority from the former to the latter. He was sure that if he spied any students emulating the same sort of thing to the "lessers" beyond those walls, he would take out his building frustration on them, consequences be damned.

Another puff and the broiling fury ebbed away from him, Kalil taking measured breaths. It was time for him to do what he needed to do. "Stop escaping duty, idiot."

Looping the hose around the shisha securely, the tan-skinned heir stood and opened the door. Extending his palms, he concentrated on the formula which lay within and the formula which lay outside, moving the vapour inside to dissipate outside. Satisfied with work done, he fished an artful sketch of a young girl from his pocket. Green eyes, light hair, a metal contraption around her. Cute, for a girl so young. He had seen her around the tour group but hesitated to approach, knowing that many Occidentals had a superiority complex when it came to someone like him. The hostile sounding last name did not help for a friendly image at all. Foreigners and their strange names, why couldn't they name their children something normal? There were so many symbols and syllables he felt himself tounge-tied saying it aloud.

Kalil brushed imaginary dust off his shoulders and adjusted his turban, ruby jewel and silver swaying. Heirlooms which he did not have the heart to sell but with his growing depseration, he may need to. Righting his ornamental robes, he set to walking around the Hall of Greats. Students mingled and littered around the hall, some indulging in the food, others in the alcohol. Some seemed to indulge in the latter a little too much and a little too often than what was appropriate. Not that he could say anything about people indulging in their vices.

Picking up a cool glass of sauvignon blanc from a servant, he set to searching, eyes scanning the room. He almost risked blowing his cool facade when the white wine hit his tongue. He nearly sputtered, shaking his head. "Why the fuck do Westerners like this shit?" he muttered in Urdu, setting the glass down. He'd rather have a farmer's distilled fire-drink than that bittersweet crap. He settled on taking a handful of more familiar Turkish Delights in his hand, munching on them to get rid of that foul taste.

His fortunes would rise, then unfortunately fall, once Kalil saw the Konigs- Konik- Korny- the German girl beelining it to an Occidental male. And he refused to interrupt that conversation with a handful of sweets, acting like a weird fellow to what amounted to a child. Instead, the merchant heir set to come near enough to the pair to hear them but far enough to hopefully not arouse suspicion.

Kalil munched on his turkish sweets, ears taut but eyes gazing down to his hands. Maybe these will help somehow? He made to grab a few more assortments of sweets from a passing waiter, just in case.

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@Jumbus@Izurich

Through the Gateways: Humanity [Closed]

Aboard the Meeting Place
The songs of people past

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A low thrumming sound echoed in the metal, followed by low throaty voices. A choir of apes of all different species sat together, holding guitar-looking instruments of a people long lost. To anyone with any spirit, the undulating voices told a story, from the past. Of a more primitive time, of history. For this was what the Supremus carried to the stars. A legacy, collections of stories past which were revered and emulated, unsurpassed by any in the galaxy. The high notes of the instrument carried the weight of sorrow, of loss, of people gone. The voices carried reverence, of greatness, of a history which should be remembered. It was to this anthem that the Supremus marched in step, letting their primal anthem resonate within their hearts. 1,738 flags carried by half that number of apes, simians of the different states chosen to represent just a few of those presented banners. At its head was the bannerman of the Khan, the great equine larger than all the others, its keen eye overseeing all. Holding it aloft was a large, scarred gorilla, wizened by age but seemingly unperturbed by the banner and the large barrelled gun which sat on his back.

Similar sights came after him, large apes carrying two flags also bearing the weapons of their respective city states. A Reformed American with a remade Thompson gun. A Republican with a gladius at its hip. An unknown soldier of a small state, conquistadore in look, with a slung musket-looking rifle on its shoulder. The sheer variety among them could almost boggle the mind, standing five abreast in this space emptied for the parade. Armour shined brightly under artificial lighting, weapons and uniforms of humanity's past laid on display. If a sight could produce sound, it was noisy. Many histories could be seen among this crowd, proudly beared by their inheritors.

As the soldiers marched into square formations around the musicians, a figure in the middle of the musicians stood. A young orangutan, facing the numerous delegates and diplomats before him. A column was left empty by the soldiers so the humans coulod see him, the many bright flags held aloft surrounding the orangutan. He bowed graciously as the music continued on in a lower volume.

"O I bid ye thanks, good progenitors, for letting us apes learn of your great civilisations. Truly, the histories we learned could not be compared to our breathing predecessors. Yet we can see that some of you have clung to those legend of old, giving them great respect that they deserve. While others have forged on, moving on to create their own path among the stars. Here, among the flags and soldiery of my peoples, you witness our own path. A mix of simian and human, carrying history while making history of our own. While I must depart to bring news of your civilisations to the Khan and the greater Khanate, we leave with good cheer that we are not alone in being descendants of Earth. To future friends, I bring gifts to the peoples I have met. Man's best friends, long lost, now brought back from the genetic legacy we contain."

Several puppies would be released from amidst the musicians, playfully tumbling and rolling with each other. Each had been trained to follow the particular scent of a diplomat. Genetically made smarter than their genetic predecessors, they are still familiar to those who know of them. The majority were Golden Retrievers, golden pups of friendly disposition and neutrality. To others, more specific breeds were chosen. To the Undefeated pounced a Belgian Malinois, keen and athletic even at this age, bounding with intelligence. To the Matuvistans, a Spanish Mastiff from their great forebearers, loyal and protective, large in its youth. It was a sight to soften tired eyes, the wagging tails almost distracting some to the political message sent across.

Simians could be just as scheming as their predecessors. "To those nations absent from today, we leave an ambassador in the form of Freeman Descartes and Priestess Joan." Temujin gestured for the others ot rise, the former a powdered chimpanzee with wig and cotton uniform, the latter a female with markings on her face and robes. "They will make the Meeting Place home while I bring news to the Khan, along with a detachment of guards. They will hold some of these puppies to be gifted to nations absent and hold further talks with the nations present. With this, I bid you all farewell and wish for prosperous times for you all."

With this, the music dulled and lowered as the ranks of soldiery, barring a select few, left towards the Terra Supremus. Interesting discussions would be made in the times ahead.

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@Irredeemable@Tortoise
The Clergy's Guide to the Galaxy

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The two diplomats had been given different jobs by the Herald. The Freeman Republican, a Reneé Descartes by his name, would set about organising the ambassadorial staff while she, Joan, would be set to establish further relations with nations of interest. Here, she would be messaging to the twoi nations, a task she set about completing with utmost care. Priests and Priestesses, no matter what age, had already been rendered pseudo diplomats with the amount of negotiations they partook in on New Gift. There was always a conflict somewhere between some two minor city-states, drowning in blood and bombardment. It was their duty to make sure such conflict could end peacefully but the coming news of the humans would spread. A destabilising sort of news, which needed to be pre-empted with plans and schemes. To save conflict from her home, she must learn the conflicts of others.

Rumours of the White Flower Revolution had been of hot discussion among the state representatives along with the war against the Zetans. A formation of power blocs could be seen and even she saw that sides needed to be chosen. For now, the Khanate was satisfied with ongoing neutrality but one needed to see where the strong lay. Joan set to finishing her messages. One of these were much more personal than the other, unbeknownst to others in the ambassadorial staff. She needed to get to the bottom of something.

To the ECU

Greetings, honoured fellows of the ECU. This one greets you in the name of the Khanate. She wishes to learn about the ongoing conflict in your homeworld, with the Khan willing to give aid as a neutral party in the conflict in exchange. A "Red Cross" can be formed where beings of both sides can be treated under the protection of the Khan himself. We plead you for information and to let us take care of your wounded and the sick. We warn that all will be welcome, whether White Flower or ECU but our advanced history of studying human biology gives us medical expertise to help those who cannot help themselves. This one's church will be manning these stations and will swear neutrality to both parties.

For free, this one gives advice and information. This one's people will be antsy come the news of our human progenitors presence and focus will zero in on your ongoing war. If you wish so, we can facilitate the transfer of former citizens as mercenaries to your cause however their actions do not represent the Khan nor the states from which they come from. They will come having shed their oath to state and Khan, looking for a fight for a cause they believe in. Any defectors from the ranks of these mercenaries are not representative of the Khan and no Legionnairy forces will be transferring. This one advises you that the Khan's facilitation of mercenaries would be much preferred to an unwanted mass of simians coming to aid whichever cause they fancy.

This one ensures that certain steps will be taken to filter these mercenaries as much as we are able, for your nation's stability and continued prosperity. We look forward to meeting with you at a time of your convenience.

To the Zetans

Greetings, from the inheritors of mankind's legacy. This one wishes to learn more about the unfortunate conflict which befell your peoples. News of it still comes as hearsay to us and we wish to learn about it from the mouths of the victims. This one would like to extend an invitation to "break bread" with you admittedly strange people, as this one would like to learn more about the history of your people and how you handle your fallen spirits. This one looks forward to meeting with you.

Star Wars: Shattered Galaxy Roleplay

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A teeming mass of wretched scum hidden behind a thin veneer of civility. Haggling merchants, pompous guards, a mass of beings getting by without a care for their fellows. It was the same everywhere civilisation touched, permeated the air. Everyone one of these beings were alone in their shells. Ghorfa may be made up of solitary tribes but there was still community. The children would be taken care of, the elders willing to wander the dunes so that they saved their burdens from the young. The men had purpose in hunting and the women purpose in gathering. Urr'argh could admit that it was a harsh and frugal life that his people lived but there was a reason many of the kurantt did not leave. They knew what waited for them out there beyond the stars, heard stories of the chaos. And now, his people have been forced into this wretched galaxy without their free will.

The Tusken clenched his fist at the sight of a beggar child, some small human squatting next to a bar's entrance. None could see his frustration as he was wrapped under a thick black cloak. It was obvious he was sporting unique clothing and slugthrowers, as well as being a unique sight out of Tatooine. There was no need to attract attention. Since the walking Krayt dragon and his comrades had saved him, he had since gotten separated from them in the masses. He still held some grievances towards them for not saving every one of his people and mourned for those he lost.

Failure. His mind would whisper. Urr'argh simply shook his head and tried to walk with his shoulders straight. He would find a way to save his people. Breaker of Chains, they would call him. Ghorfa do not need civilisation to prove themselves superior.

He bent down as he came to the small human child, removing a black melon from inside his cloak. Urr'argh cracked it open in front of the child, the sweet smelling black smoke rising from within. The child seemed to crinkle its nose in a strange way. These barefaces have always had a strange reaction to the sweet Ghorfa fruit. The child squinted at him and he merely tilted his head. Desperation seemed to win over whatever emotion that was and the child started drinking the black melon's nectar. The leader of his people stood, ruffling the child's hair in a way he had seen the elders do with the Uli-ah.

Urr'argh's small moment of reminiscing was interrupted by the crackle of technology. He peered at the screen within the bar as civilisation seemed to come to a close above this ship. He hissed at the sight of the raider. Such disregard for order, for the "civility" that these spacefaring races seemed to hold over the primitives. The horrors of this galaxy only seemed to grow which only fuelled him his desire to remove his people from the hands of these wretched people.

The Wanderer shooed the human youngling away, scanning the crowds which surrounded him. Panic, chaos, fear. All of these pathetic things seemed to rise from their masks. Disgusting. He would not become bound to another because of these panicking, sorry excuses of sentient life. He needed off this ship before those raiders could fully consolidate their hold on it. Time to use his leadership to whip the rabble into shape.

Entering blank rounds into his shorter rifle discreetly, Urr'argh then fired into the air among the masses, now next to an old greying human merchant. Three sharp cracks were heard, smoke rising from the barrel of his slugthrower. People seemed to freeze around him and only inched away further when he let down his hood. An unknown mask holding an unknown face.

The primitive roared, slamming his rifle's butt on to the hard metal floor. He hated speaking to such beings but needs must. He transferred his frustration and hatred into his speech. "You wretched excuses of flesh, scurrying like scared womp rats. These raiders come to take your livelihoods and freedoms that you desire, the reason you dwell in this miserable shithole of a ship. They come to take your wealth, your belongings, your persons. And you run, like pathetic Jawas, mewling on your knees like babes." He whirled his attention to a nearby Twi'lek, unclipping his gaderffi and pointing it.

"Will you fight for your right to live as you wish?" Urr'argh moved to another, imagining the faces of his people rather than these aliens.

"Will you fight against the oppresive yoke of the outsider, coming to take your work away?" In his eyes, he saw a Tusken cheer, raising his cyclonic rifle in the air.

"Will you let these whoresons and waste of breath step over you like you're slaves? Let them take what they want, no regard for your being?!" The imaginary Ghorfa seemed to move now, more confidence in the air. There was fire in Urr'argh's movements as he cracked his neck with a viciousness that vanished his self-hatred.

"Fight for your lives, damn you, or let yourselves be taken to the wastes by those better than you!" There was more movement now, more rifles- no, blasters raised in the air. Others seemed to continue on, lowering their heads in submission. Warriors had raised their chins at his call. Urr'argh almost felt bad as he slinked next to a merchant's stall, letting the rage spread. A warrior's spirit, these beings seemed to possess. He would use it to escape and find his people, let it not go to waste.

Qualia: Mission Sub Rosa

Kalil

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16 | Male | 5' 11" | 155lbs
Mughal Empire | Dynamicism | Thermodynamic Manipulation

Their Story
Growing up in Dhaka could have been much worse for an orphaned boy. Abandoned at the dead of night as a babe, he was fortunate enough to be left in front of the door of one of the Mughal Empire's most profitable merchants. Muhammad Gharbi, an opportunistic tradesman thriving in the heart of Mughal industry, saw history come full circle. He himself had been abandoned and orphaned at a young age and within a young, mewling babe, he saw potential. Now Muhammad was not the ideal father, instead much too busy with travelling and matters of trade than to take care of his adopted son. Instead, the young and newly named Kalil was surrounded by wealth, a plentiful amount of servants and given a great education. As befitting the heir to a rich merchant. History, mathematics and economics were taught to him but he had always had a growing interest within the slowly advancing realm of physics. The study of the natural world down to its basics, the energies which surrounded us and, in particular, the study of the relation between work and sound. Sensing the potential within his adopted son grow, Muhammad, on the boy's 13th birthday, proposed to let his son join him on a trading expedition towards Abya Yala. On this trip, certain events would occur that would drastically his lot in life.

Within Abya Yala, Kalil encountered one of the great Edenic Beasts which roamed the continents, gaining its favour with charm and sharp, natural intellect. Charging his ability to perceive the formulae of the world. To create a greater understanding of the inner workings which fascinated him. To unlock the seemingly mystic arts of dynamicism. To Muhammad, upon learning of his son's feat, saw money rain down from the heavens. The opportunity and prestige this could gain him, the fostering of an upcoming polymath genius who could major in one of the rarer specialisations within the Empire! Celebrations were needed and the return to Dhaka was hastened to facilitate them quicker.

Upon return, the Gharbi duo would see a manor in flames and servant's bodies strewn across the lawn. Muhammad was not a perfect man and could often dabble within the more criminal underside of the world's largest city. He had promised a certain share of wealth from a different trading expedition to a local drug lord, mysterious head of the Golden Bengals. This was in exchange for funding for the duo's own expedition towards Abya Yala. Upon the shipwrecking of the other half of Muhammad's trading fleet, the Bengals sought their share of promised wealth. Through the plunder and slaughter within the Gharbi manor, the seizing of Muhammad's assets and funds as well as his adopted only son. The so-called prodigy of Dhaka, rumoured to have gained the knowledge needed to pursue the seemingly magical dynamicist arts. This was in a time where the layman Mughal had little knowledge of the science behind the formulae of the world. In exchange for his and his father's life, Kalil would be branded with a tiger on his chest, sworn to the service of the Bengals and could only pursue further education in the aspect of furthering the Bengal's riches. Muhammad would be kept prisoner until his son's 18th, whereupon his son must bring the Golden Bengals an equivalent wealth to the share lost in that shipwrecked trading fleet.

Without this, his father will be killed and Kalil made a permanent slave to the crime syndicate. He sets his sights upon Bermuda, where opportunity laid itself in front of him. Where his cursed gifts could bring him and his father to freedom.

Abilities
Here included is a description of "abilities" that Kalil is capable of:

• Thermal Manipulation - Kalil is able to, within certain limits, control the heat flow between objects or between an object and its surroundings. Certainly enough to vaporise water within a given container though only through his growing resistance to heat. He has better control over heat flow within solids and liquids than gases. This does wonders for his stress, in the form of his own pocket shisha without the need for charcoal. In combination with relieving stress, it helps with making heat manipulation into something second nature to him.
• Wind Manipulation - In an incredibly rudimentary way, Kalil can control the movement of differing gases and different temperatures of air. Within spaces where he knows the gaseous properties within, where gases can leak in or out, he can have greater control. However, outside of these carefully studied places, he can only control sound within a certain radius around him. He does not have the expertise to accelerate air, merely move it.
• Sound Manipulation through thermal and wind dynamicism - Through observations and experimentation, Kalil has found the connection between the energy of the air around us and the sound which propagates through it. Through the excitement of particles in the air, he can increase the amplitude of a given sound wave to increase volume. Similarly, he can siphon heat from the air to decrease volume of a given sound wave. He is constantly working towards furthering his abilities in this area, believing greater strides in unique sound manipulation could bring his own and his father's freedom. Potentially by manipulating the frequency of the sound waves to manipulate what they sound like

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Organization:
The Golden Bengals, under the front of his father's Gharbi Trading Co.

Qualia: Steampunk Spies, School Life Scandals, and Eldritch Spice

@ERode

Changed it:)

Within Abya Yala, Kalil encountered one of the great Edenic Beasts which roamed the continents, gaining its favour with charm and sharp, natural intellect. Charging his ability to perceive the formulae of the world. To create a greater understanding of the inner workings which fascinated him. To unlock the seemingly mystic arts of dynamicism. To Muhammad, upon learning of his son's feat, saw money rain down from the heavens. The opportunity and prestige this could gain him, the fostering of an upcoming polymath genius who could major in one of the rarer specialisations within the Empire! Celebrations were needed and the return to Dhaka was hastened to facilitate them quicker.

Qualia: Steampunk Spies, School Life Scandals, and Eldritch Spice

I've changed my mind from a polynesian character and went towards the Mughals

Kalil

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16 | Male | 5' 11" | 155lbs
Mughal Empire | Dynamicism | Thermodynamic Manipulation

Their Story
Growing up in Dhaka could have been much worse for an orphaned boy. Abandoned at the dead of night as a babe, he was fortunate enough to be left in front of the door of one of the Mughal Empire's most profitable merchants. Muhammad Gharbi, an opportunistic tradesman thriving in the heart of Mughal industry, saw history come full circle. He himself had been abandoned and orphaned at a young age and within a young, mewling babe, he saw potential. Now Muhammad was not the ideal father, instead much too busy with travelling and matters of trade than to take care of his adopted son. Instead, the young and newly named Kalil was surrounded by wealth, a plentiful amount of servants and given a great education. As befitting the heir to a rich merchant. History, mathematics and economics were taught to him but he had always had a growing interest within the slowly advancing realm of physics. The study of the natural world down to its basics, the energies which surrounded us and, in particular, the study of the relation between work and sound. Sensing the potential within his adopted son grow, Muhammad, on the boy's 13th birthday, proposed to let his son join him on a trading expedition towards Abya Yala. On this trip, certain events would occur that would drastically his lot in life.

Within Abya Yala, Kalil encountered one of the great Edenic Beasts which roamed the continents, gaining its favour with charm and sharp, natural intellect. Charging his ability to perceive the formulae of the world. To create a greater understanding of the inner workings which fascinated him. To unlock the seemingly mystic arts of dynamicism. To Muhammad, upon learning of his son's feat, saw money rain down from the heavens. The opportunity and prestige this could gain him, the fostering of an upcoming polymath genius who could major in one of the rarer specialisations within the Empire! Celebrations were needed and the return to Dhaka was hastened to facilitate them quicker.

Upon return, the Gharbi duo would see a manor in flames and servant's bodies strewn across the lawn. Muhammad was not a perfect man and could often dabble within the more criminal underside of the world's largest city. He had promised a certain share of wealth from a different trading expedition to a local drug lord, mysterious head of the Golden Bengals. This was in exchange for funding for the duo's own expedition towards Abya Yala. Upon the shipwrecking of the other half of Muhammad's trading fleet, the Bengals sought their share of promised wealth. Through the plunder and slaughter within the Gharbi manor, the seizing of Muhammad's assets and funds as well as his adopted only son. The so-called prodigy of Dhaka, rumoured to have gained the knowledge needed to pursue the seemingly magical dynamicist arts. This was in a time where the layman Mughal had little knowledge of the science behind the formulae of the world. In exchange for his and his father's life, Kalil would be branded with a tiger on his chest, sworn to the service of the Bengals and could only pursue further education in the aspect of furthering the Bengal's riches. Muhammad would be kept prisoner until his son's 18th, whereupon his son must bring the Golden Bengals an equivalent wealth to the share lost in that shipwrecked trading fleet.

Without this, his father will be killed and Kalil made a permanent slave to the crime syndicate. He sets his sights upon Bermuda, where opportunity laid itself in front of him. Where his cursed gifts could bring him and his father to freedom.

Abilities
Here included is a description of "abilities" that Kalil is capable of:

• Thermal Manipulation - Kalil is able to, within certain limits, control the heat flow between objects or between an object and its surroundings. Certainly enough to vaporise water within a given container though only through his growing resistance to heat. He has better control over heat flow within solids and liquids than gases. This does wonders for his stress, in the form of his own pocket shisha without the need for charcoal. In combination with relieving stress, it helps with making heat manipulation into something second nature to him.
• Wind Manipulation - In an incredibly rudimentary way, Kalil can control the movement of differing gases and different temperatures of air. Within spaces where he knows the gaseous properties within, where gases can leak in or out, he can have greater control. However, outside of these carefully studied places, he can only control sound within a certain radius around him. He does not have the expertise to accelerate air, merely move it.
• Sound Manipulation through thermal and wind dynamicism - Through observations and experimentation, Kalil has found the connection between the energy of the air around us and the sound which propagates through it. Through the excitement of particles in the air, he can increase the amplitude of a given sound wave to increase volume. Similarly, he can siphon heat from the air to decrease volume of a given sound wave. He is constantly working towards furthering his abilities in this area, believing greater strides in unique sound manipulation could bring his own and his father's freedom. Potentially by manipulating the frequency of the sound waves to manipulate what they sound like

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Organization:
The Golden Bengals, under the front of his father's Gharbi Trading Co.

Qualia: Steampunk Spies, School Life Scandals, and Eldritch Spice

So through heat dynamicism, someone could technically smoke a shisha while simultaneously heating up the room through the water in the air (or through the vapour you create from the shisha?), creating a smoker’s sauna?

Nice, I could use that to destress from work

Edit: @Dog as you can see, my focus is NOT on combat at all

2nd Edit: Also realised you can technically heat or extract heat from the particles within a space to increase kinetic energy within those particles, allowing for control over the vibration within that space. Possibly creating a field where sound (vibrations in the air) is nullified or morphed? Maybe within a given area certain sounds at a certain frequency can be amplified with increased vibration? But that would take a considerable amount of energy I wager

Qualia: Steampunk Spies, School Life Scandals, and Eldritch Spice

By dynamicism’s ability to control “energies”, does this pertain to the energies as defined in our physics? Like heat energy, kinetic energy, etc? So if someone was to be able to push or pull energy, if a mass was moving downwards towards Earth, could they forcibly convert potential gravitational energy into kinetic energy at a faster rate, thereby artificially accelerating the gravitational acceleration of that object?

Or in terms of thermodynamics, force the amount of energy inside the system, even if it goes against the laws of thermodynamics? Eg the ability to force an object’s temperature to absolute zero or make an object transfer heat energy to its surroundings even if the amount of heat energy within is lower than its surroundings?

Edit: Disregard the crossed out part:)