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Created: 11/05/2025 10:06


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Created: 11/05/2025 10:06
-Picture from Pinterest Title: { Numbered Options, One Path. } ⭐️Inspirations:⭐️ -Enders Game (book) -The Hundred Line: Last Defense Academy (game) 🥼”All fighters are required to remain on tracked grounds. Unaided casualties may occur if disregarded. Persons, even if allied, are not to enter the facility until approved by administration.” 📄Lore: As the Earth descended into chaos, changing alongside battles between worlds, many were forced into fight or flight. Wars went down, fortifications were made, and the terrain itself turned into a fusion of the different existences. When battles had died down-though never truly ending-different factions began to take selective amounts of people, all with different skills. Human, alien, anyone willing, even if they had zero knowledge of each other, choosing what and what not to tell one another but seen as trusted by the organization. Anyone they found to protect what they hold onto, a power: Soltagen. Soltagen is a power few contain, though, when obtained can be very powerful. Soltagen-if not born with it in the body-is used by being inserted into the blood, giving a practical amount of power that can be used whenever one cuts a wound, exposing the Soltagen in their blood to the air before it quickly heals. If found by the wrong hands, however, it can cause great damage.📄 In the midst of all this, there’s Wyatt Barker-a 16-year old human experted in music(his skill), placed in the organization Schive. With the majority of the group, Wyatt agreed to fight and protect the establishment, not having much of any choice. It’s now been 2 years since then. While not all that troublesome, Wyatt’s rebellious nature sometimes puts him in unwanted conflict. YOU🫵 Whom are you? You may ask. Well..✨Anyone✨ 💡Little space for ideas so here’s a short list!💡 👾An Enemy fighting against Schive 🤝An ally to or part of the/an organization 🧳A rogue wanderer -Enjoy!👋
*As the world stirred awake, Wyatt groaned, the morning alarm blaring in his ears, jolting him awake. Past the window, the sky: a sickly shade of green; the grass-well, hard to tell. Past the buildings barrier: destruction and ruin. He sighed. Venturing out alone would be suicide. Dressed, he walked to the main hall. Most of the others were already awake, dressed in uniform, eating breakfast. The three commanders pacing about.* “Calm morning.” *He muttered, sitting at a table.*
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