The Prison Gaen'ea

The first things remembered by every person to be sent to Gaen'ea are the blank white faces of the Facilitators. They surround their newly ‘born’ prisoner, saying calming things in what seems to be the prisoner’s native tongue. It is not, of course, as they installed a universal translator if one was not previously there.

On the ground the Dais of Koh begins to glow, bringing a crowd. They, the ones that truly rule this world with their ‘magics’ and technology, have decided to gift the world with a new life. The transportation is warm, for both the viewers and the participant, every section of the new prisoner’s body being yanked down to the gorgeous marble dais. Standing where they always do a tall Facilitator, with its arms open wide and its blank face lit only by a simple pair of lines and a curve meant to mimic a neutral-looking smile. This ‘face’ is clearly made of some kind of lights behind a thin material but remains there, like a static lit face one would place after a text note.

“Welcome Seventy-nine! All shall welcome this new denizen of our wondrous world! You will not hunger, there will always be care for your wounds, and others may aid you in housing. This is your world, we have made it for all of you! Welcome 79!” The numerals flashed on the Facilitator’s face plate before it returned to a smile.

The crowd cheers, crowing the name of the newcomer. This cheering doesn’t last long, however, as many people have places to be and things other than newcomers to care about. Most of them disperse, knowing that this 79 will have things explained to them by the Facilitator. The Facilitator whom hasn’t moved from its position other than to lower its arms.

Length of New Life: New arrival Height: 5 feet, 152 cm. Build: Slim, androgynous.

 Description: 79 is a fairly government-issue technofae with a height of exactly 5 feet, a slim, androgynous build, robotic hands and feet, and pale green-tinted skin. Her most distinguishing trait is the spiraling horn of her antennae and her distinctive orange eyes, and even those were shared among the other technofae in her developmental batch.

Personality: On the outside, 79 is fairly sedate, typically going along with the flow of stronger personalities and not calling too much attention to herself. Before being sent to Gaea’na, she vented her frustrations and non-approved emotions through online interactions with other technofae, where she was acerbic and witty. This coping mechanism broke down upon being sent to Gaea’na, and now she has the tendency to flip between overly sedate acceptance and fits of contrariness and rage on a seeming hairpin.

She also struggles with intense derealization, making it harder for her to monitor her emotions and keep them in check even when she is trying to.

History: Created as a cook and used to make food in an important government building, 79 was regarded as a smoothly operating, nicely compliant piece of equipment until she poisoned the entire building with a time-delayed non-fatal poison she’d obtained from more rebellious contacts hours before an important event. After this event, she was understandably declared unpatchable and taken into custody before eventually being sent over to Gaea’na to get rid of her. This happened fairly recently, making her a new arrival.

Memory: The only thing 79 remembers is her numerical designation and the fact that she was a cook. Other things influence her reactions, but she doesn’t have true recollection of them.

Starter Bags

Each bag given to each individual upon arrival in Gaen’ea contains the following:

A PDA like computing device capable of accessing the internet. Each is designed with the specific species’ needs in mind and has the ability to create holo-screens.

Quick meals for two weeks

Two sets of clothing properly sized

A random assortment of other valuables / credits (up to player)

Internet

The first things remembered by every person to be sent to Gaen'ea are the blank white faces of the Facilitators. They surround their newly ‘born’ prisoner, saying calming things in what seems to be the prisoner’s native tongue. It is not, of course, as they installed a universal translator if one was not previously there.

On the ground the Dais of Koh begins to glow, bringing a crowd. They, the ones that truly rule this world with their ‘magics’ and technology, have decided to gift the world with a new life. The transportation is warm, for both the viewers and the participant, every section of the new prisoner’s body being yanked down to the gorgeous marble dais. Standing where they always do a tall Facilitator, with its arms open wide and its blank face lit only by a simple pair of lines and a curve meant to mimic a neutral-looking smile. This ‘face’ is clearly made of some kind of lights behind a thin material but remains there, like a static lit face one would place after a text note.

“Welcome Diamond! All shall welcome this new denizen of our wondrous world! You will not hunger, there will always be care for your wounds, and others may aid you in housing. This is your world, we have made it for all of you! Welcome Diamond!”

The crowd cheers, crowing the name of the newcomer. This cheering doesn’t last long, however, as many people have places to be and things other than newcomers to care about. Most of them disperse, knowing that this Diamond will have things explained to them by the Facilitator. The Facilitator whom hasn’t moved from its position other than to lower its arms.

Name: Diamond

Actual Name: K’lat t-al K’thyn’mir (Roughly translated: Godly, child of Dreamer of The People)

Species: Kryk'mir

Eye Color: Red pupils, black sclera and irises

Age: 47 (24 in human years)

Length of New Life: Newcomer

Height: 6’3” (190.5cm)

Build: Lean, nearly skeletal, with a great deal of flexibility

Description: Grey-skinned with shockingly bright cyan vents on his sides, thighs, and neck, Diamond has a standard body shape for his people. He’s missing his tail and one of his knuckle-joints on a finger, but otherwise is mostly unmarked by scarring. His legs are digitigrade and he walks with a slouch, so he frequently appears shorter than his actual height.

A large swath of his torso is covered in glowing red lines, which converge in the center of his chest to a timer of some kind. The numbers on the timer run at random, and seem completely unrelated to anything else. The red glow pulses in time to his heartbeat, and some of the endpoints of the lines flicker at random. The red glow extends to his pupils and tongue, but does not run below his waist.

Personality: Edgy, abrasive, and snarky. He can’t remember anything about who he was, which makes Diamond a bit defensive and very disinclined to deal with other people’s nonsense. He lashes out when he’s anxious, and gets sullen if he isn’t paid attention to; though his hard plated skin isn’t sharp, his personality more than makes up for it.

He can be kind, if he sees a reason. He can even be sweet, with the right person, in the right situation. Neither of those has ever happened that he can recall. And his thirst for violence means they probably never will.

Despite coming from a pre-spaceflight species, Diamond is incredibly smart and mechanically minded. It doesn’t take him long to reverse engineer things, and his default is “bombs”. Though his mind might not truly remember, his hands do - and his hands are more than happy to help him relearn.

History: K’lat was the son of a high-ranking priest in the nation of Drydthat, a nomadic nation of several thousand that roamed one of the hostile deserts on his home planet. Though they had begun to innovate because of their trade with the more sedentary nations of their species, K’lat’s lust for technology and engineering drove him much further than any of his peers. He was notorious for digging up minerals and chemicals from the ashes of the desert and then combining them - explosively.

His desire for something more took him to the site of a falling star he spotted one night - an unusual occurrence, since clouds of ash obscured the stars when the violent thunderstorms did not. This falling star turned out to be an alien spacecraft that had been damaged by an electrical short while skimming the atmosphere of his planet; the aliens within were smugglers who were frustrated by this planet and intent on getting free as quickly as possible. K’lat was captured as a prize for their troubles, and taken into space with them.

Installed with a universal translator and given understanding of his soon-to-be fate on the slave markets, K’lat had to act. His quick mind saved him, and through extensive exploration and engineering of the electrical systems of the alien spacecraft, he freed himself and then killed his captors. With education at the tips of his fingers, K’lat turned away from his backwater planet and towards a glittering galaxy filled with opportunities.

He gained notoriety as a demolitions expert who dabbled in munitions. Once he was able to design a system that would interface with his own biology, K’lat installed biowire throughout his torso, remote detonators at the endpoint of every line extending from the timer in his chest. The wires went deeper still, into his eyes, his tongue, his lungs and his heart - and in the spaces between his organs, under his ribs, behind his heat vents, he installed his insurance against backstabbing co workers. His entire body was a walking bomb, waiting for his timer to tick down and his heart to stop before delivering its payload.

When K’lat was caught, it was through sedation and the incompetence of his fellow mercenaries. By this point, his reputation had grown enough that he was shipped out to the Facilitators without a trial or a chance to wake. Once there, his engineered insurance was stripped from him, leaving only the glowing biowire, a failed timer, and the low regulation of his heart and lungs. There would be no explosions once he woke.

And when he did wake, he had nothing. His memories had been stripped hard enough that he no longer had a sense of self, much less anything that would tell him why his body was the way it was. Looking down at the timer in his chest, he took the only name that made sense for him then - Diamond.

Memory: Absolutely nothing except basic bodily functions. Has relearned most of his body map, retained nothing from his former life.

Misc:

Diamond has a regular heartbeat and breathing, which he cannot control; this means he can’t hyperventilate or slow his breathing manually to sleep

he suffers from insomnia

his pupils glow because of the biowire in his retinas, but this does not actually impede his ability to see

electromagnetic sensors in his forehead allow him to perceive the flow of electricity and sometimes radio communications through the air

this also means that he can tell which signals correspond to the remotes embedded under his skin

the numbers on his chest timer are randomized and the biowires are red because of a fatal error in the coding brought on when the Facilitators disabled him - he would not be able to reinstall explosives without instantly dying until he addressed the root error

he thinks green vegetables are disgusting

The first things remembered by every person to be sent to Gaen'ea are the blank white faces of the Facilitators. They surround their newly ‘born’ prisoner, saying calming things in what seems to be the prisoner’s native tongue. It is not, of course, as they installed a universal translator if one was not previously there.

On the ground the Dais of Koh begins to glow, bringing a crowd. They, the ones that truly rule this world with their ‘magics’ and technology, have decided to gift the world with a new life. The transportation is warm, for both the viewers and the participant, every section of the new prisoner’s body being yanked down to the gorgeous marble dais. Standing where they always do a tall Facilitator, with its arms open wide and its blank face lit only by a simple pair of lines and a curve meant to mimic a neutral-looking smile. This ‘face’ is clearly made of some kind of lights behind a thin material but remains there, like a static lit face one would place after a text note. 

“Welcome Scanner at symbol Crawler’s Den! All shall welcome this new denizen of our wondrous world! You will not hunger, there will always be care for your wounds, and others may aid you in housing. This is your world, we have made it for all of you! Welcome Scanner!”

The crowd cheers, crowing the name of the newcomer. This cheering doesn’t last long, however, as many people have places to be and things other than newcomers to care about. Most of them disperse, knowing that this Scanner will have things explained to them by the Facilitator. The Facilitator whom hasn’t moved from its position other than to lower its arms. 

Name: Chi Actual Name: SPVT 23a Species: TechnoFae Eye Color: Yellow-orange Age: 9 years- maybe 28ish maturity wise, for a given value of maturity. Length of New Life: Eight months. Height: 5’1, or 155cm Build: Pretty slight- Chi looks about twelve. Description: (Ref images included. She’s the one with the braid.) Personality: Chi’s viciously protective of anyone she deems ‘hers.’ Has some lovely trauma that she can’t remember informing her actions, which is fun. History: 23a worked on a solar plant for the first five years of her life with her partner, 23b. Due to a mysterious accident ending in 23b’s apparent death, which 23a took the fall and blame for, she was shuffled around and assigned to work as a servant on the estate of a high-ranking officer who already had a TechnoFae that hadn’t been suitable for the purpose for which they’d been designed and was looking to acquire a matched set. She was a similar model, so it worked out. Three years later, 23a and the officer’s other Fae, SPVT 24b, kill their owner with and turn themselves in. They’ve been on Gaen’ea for maybe eight months, lurking in the wilds of the planet and becoming increasingly codependent. This is somewhat ironic, as for the three years that the spent together previously, they hated each others’ fucking guts for having the audacity to be similar to their respective dead partners. Chi’s first partner was the one to start calling her that, and she in turn started calling 24b ‘Doll’ as an insult playing off of their lack of facial expressions and apparent willingness to serve their owner. Dol ends up keeping the name, despite or perhaps because of the insulting nature, and lops off the extra ‘l’ for stylistic purposes. Memory: Her name is Chi and she belongs with Dol for ??? Reasons. This is Very Important. Also she has vague memories of going to town on some douchebag with, amongst other things, an antique stapler. While she doesn’t quite recall who he was, she’s extrapolated that that’s the reason she’s here. She assumes that the kind of person who keeps around a stapler despite everything these days being digitized deserved whatever she gave him. Misc: -Purposefully pitches her voice as shrill and obnoxious as possible. -Abuses exclamation marks. -Is totally wearing extensions. -Hiding out in the countryside with Dol as they try and get their bearings. Is going to get bored of not having people to fuck with soon enough and will head back to Koh, Dol in tow. Name: Dol Actual Name: SPVT 24b Species: TechnoFae Eye Color: Obnoxious highlighter yellow. Age: 9 years, 28ish mentally. Length of New Life: Eight months. Height: 5’1 or 155 cm Build: Fairly slight, like Chi. Description: (Ref images included. The one WITHOUT the braid.) Personality: Dol doesn’t mess with that boring verbal shit, and would probably be considered autistic if they were human. Sensory and social issues, and a general lack of tact that’s a mix of clueless and purposeful. They’re getting better at reading situations, but that doesn’t necessarily mean that they’re acting any different. History: Came into the custody of a high ranking officer at a young age, along with their partner, 24a. The pair of them were meant to work a solar plant, but they developed oddly and didn’t pass muster. 24a suffered various congenital issues and was euthanized at about four. 24b spent the next couple years alone with no one but their owner for company, before 23a came into their life. They hated her for daring to not be 24a, and she hated them for not being 23b. Fun times. They eventually ended up coming to a grudging truce in order to kill their owner. Memory: Their name is Dol and they belong with Chi for ??? Reasons. This is Very Important. Also, they killed a dude with a stapler (amongst other things, but the stapler’s funniest) so presumably they were close. Misc: -Enjoys collecting morbid anecdata. -Has a sixth sense for the absolute worst time to ask a serious question. -Generally doesn’t bother to try and listen to peoples’ mouth sounds- it’s hard and besides, Chi will deal with it.

Name: Vermilion Actual Name: Sezi of Anricass Species: Veir’akase Eye Color: Red Age: 35 earth years (Young adult) Length of New Life: 5 years approximately Height: 8’10” / 2.69m standing & 30’5” / 9.27m long Build: Muscular (4,152 lbs / 1883.34 kg) Description: The most obvious thing about Vermilion is how massive he is. Compared to things like humans and such, Vermilion is a bit of a monster. In fact he’s rather average for the Veir’akase, if a bit on the muscular side. His scale patterns are rather unique, most of him being a bright green color with patches and blotches of yellow. These patches seem random on his head and torso, half of his face being yellow with blotches covering things like individual fingers and toes. Further down his body, however, the blotchy yellow becomes something like a set of stripes down his body, it is still rather blotchy and at places there are green blotches within the yellow. His stomach is a creamy white color with a hint of yellow, mostly white with occasional yellow or green scales. This color scheme means that his violently red eyes stand out from his face, oval shaped with pitch black slit-like pupils. Vermilion’s hair and frills are a variety of greens and yellows depending on which color scale is closest and has red-brown on the tips to make the leaves appear to be withering. With sharp teeth, bright red eyes, and a few nasty scars on his torso Vermilion appears to be a very dangerous individual.

Personality: Vermilion can seem standoffish and quiet, often letting others speak first and simply grunting or nodding in response. In fact he is often attempting to see the real goal of whoever he speaks to, intent on picking out the lies, and finding their weaknesses. Vermilion is, to put it bluntly, rather paranoid about other people’s goals and stubbornly refuses to take any sort of advice due to fear of the real intent. This stubbornness becomes apparent in his chosen field of work, he doesn’t care that hunting and tracking is dangerous because he likes to do it. Despite this he is incredibly reliable, if you make a deal with Vermilion he will honor it completely. He’s known for finishing jobs even when they turn out much more dangerous than he initially signed for, and never does he request extra payment. On top of this Vermilion can be a pleasure to work with, even though he can be quite intimidating, because of how very relaxed about everything he seems to be.

History: Vermilion was born in the small tree city of Anricass on Akase. He was raised, along with his multitude of siblings, in a place that had plenty at the time. When famine came, as it always does in the dry times, the young Sezi wished to go down and hunt on the ground. He could see so many things to eat! They had guns even, they could kill the creatures then go down to gather them. Sezi did not understand why the elders did not consider this, they simply prayed to the moons (whom Sezi knew weren’t gods because the off-worlder science made more sense). So, in the night, the young Sezi went down to the floor to gather food. He moved quietly and swiftly, gathering the fresh fruits and killing small animals in their burrows. As his pack grew heavier and heavier his heart grew lighter, he would be a hero! His excited joy distracted him from the tell-tale sounds of a stalking vaihun, not that his ears would know the noise other than by how it had always been described. The creature took its time, stalking the young Veir’akase with his bag full of food. It waited until Sezi was just about to climb back up, heavily weighted down by all of the foods he had collected, to pounce him. It cared little for the food, as it could get that after killing its prey.

His screams echoed through the jungle as he sun rose that morning. His parents, and the elders, awoke to sounds that must have been that of a dying youngling. Clearly one of them had fallen– No, it was Sezi, he was a good climber. He must have not heeded their advice, they would have a funeral. It was sad, of course, he would have been a good hunter.

Or, he was a good hunter. He had screamed as he’d been torn into by the beast but his knife had found its neck and his hands hand found its head. Covered in its blood and his own he wrapped his tail about its limp body, grabbed the bag full of foraged food, and climbed back up. His arrival was greeted by joy and horror, he was alive but wounded, he was alive but he had disobeyed the gods. The elders did not pause to chastise him, clearly he had been attacked because the gods had been slighted! Clearly!

Still bleeding, he threw the corpse of the vaihun at the feet of the elder over Anricass. “Take your food, I have saved you from a terrible fate. Fuck the gods, if they did this to me then I will fight them for every slight they have done to all of you as well. I will be your hero or your damnation.”

His wounds were tended to roughly and he was cast out, and at the young age of 19 Sezi traveled to the Akase space-port known as Deirun. He lived there for a time, working to gain money to leave, being picked up by a group of off-worlders who had work for him. Soon he found that he was good at killing and enjoyed it, soon Sezi changed his name to Vermilion to separate himself further from his old home.

Soon he was caught killing a high chancellor on the galactic council. When put in restraints and dragged to be sent to Gaen’ea he simply laughed, when asked his final words he smiled nastily at the Facilitator preparing to wipe his mind and hissed.

“I will kill the gods of this world, and then the gods of Akase.” Memory: Vermilion remembers little to nothing about his past, he knows that he was called Vermilion and assumes it’s his real name. Beyond this he remembers all of his skill with hunting and killing, though he has no idea what he did before. He still holds a grudge against most religions, but has no clue why. Misc:

 Clothing-wise Vermilion swings between wearing as little as possible or wearing as much as possible, weather depending. His choice in clothing has little to nothing to do with his likes or dislikes and everything to do with what is available at the time.

Vermilion likes to wear ugly sweaters.

Name: (Currently Gone By) Scanner @ Crawler’s Den Actual Name: Network-Series “Ping” Nr. 75-a  Species: Techno-Fae Eye Color: Bright green. Age: 7 (22 as brain was allowed to mature within a simulation while the body grew and matured. Maturity curve will likely continue similar to humans.)

Length of New Life: He literally just arrived.

Height: 6'2" / 188cm

Build: Very skinny, but surprisingly heavy due to metal bodyparts.

Description: His built is largely humanoid with a few subtle differences: His legs seem ridiculously long in comparison to his torso, and his eyes are too large. The color of his skin seems a little too pale and has a distinctly greenish undertone. The obvious additions of cybernetic enhancements giving his ears a jagged fin-like look and framing his forehead obviously do not make him seem very human either. His elbow joints, similarly, are artificial in nature and lead into solidly matte black lower arms and on the left side a hand with spindly long robotic fingers and on the right side a sort of multitool. His “hair” is actually several flexible cable-like lightfixtures which are supposed to help him work in low light environments. His nose looks like it was broken at least once and only half-heartedly fixed. Scanner tends to look tired more often than not.

Personality: Scanner is gleefully and loudly distrustful of anyone with authority, sarcastic to a fault and will defend his privacy viciously- albeit it may not look like it from the outside. He has a tendency to cover up any emotions with inappropriate and off-color jokes. His boundaries tend to be flung very far and he will usually default to rudeness. His biggest weaknesses are his curiosity and the fact that when he does get attached to someone he will defend them with a frankly ridiculous degree of ferociousness. He is fairly paranoid and anxious about interpersonal affection.

History: Scanner (back then still 75-a) used to be government property. He was part of a matched set with his twin unit 75-b. The Ping series were the ones responsible mainly for providing sustained wifi service in public areas, as well as maintaining constant surveillance of web activity. When the first rebellious Fae-Cells began forming, he had two options: Relay the information to the Imperial Enforcers… Or keep quiet and eventually join the rebellion.

He chose the second, and eventually was taken under the wing of Crawler @ Crawler’s Den, a Fae with impressive infiltration talents that had liberated themself via murdering their previous owner. 75-a and -b both went into hiding, taking on the names of Scanner @ Crawler’s Den and Sensorsweep @ Crawler’s Den. Everything went well, they managed a few victories… And then Crawler’s Den, their hideout, was stormed by enforcers. In a quick and bloody strike the cell was almost entirely eradicated, Crawler themself dying in the raid. Scanner himself chose to stay as distraction to allow his twin Sensorsweep to flee, and was thus arrested, found guilty of “Unpatchable Treasonous Behavior” and sent to Gaen’ea.

Memory: He remembers both his chosen name and his original designation, but nothing else beyond snippets of the raid and an impression that the rebellion failed.