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Money. Power. Glory.
And when the wicked play their games with words that reach the citizens ears ...
The utilization of the Vela corporation brought forth a new vision to the policing parameters of Bishop. Tired of human error and what was seen as unnecessary budget spending the entire continent did something that hadn’t been heard of since the beginning of colonization.
A singular written in option began to take the poll boxes by storm. What origionated as a protest in the way the government ran their offices suddenly became a battle cry to the citizens.
Give us a direct democracy.....
Let the people make the decisions outright.
Gone are the days of the politicians deciding for us.
It was an astonishing movement that lit up every media unit overnight, primed to be the end of politics in the nation, the people happily rid themselves of the opressive structures.
In a near unanimous vote, gone were the official police representatives, the people who reigned all over their government and most importantly their mayor.
Six thousand employees lost their jobs that day, leaving only those in the jailing system in place. By the casting of the lower levels of Shine, and the cover of Blight's own night the world fell into a short term chaos due to the influx of those who could no longer afford to live in the sunlight of Shine.
The government promised their citizens that stripping everything down was going to take time, but they were going to need a representative.
It needed a cut throat person in place that didn’t care how anyone felt. It needed an individual with no notion of weakness and bribed payoffs. For weeks there was a back and forth as the government crumbled, followed by an attempt on several individuals parts to try and rule as a dictator. But the military wasn’t having it, and until there was someone in place they applied the uniformed code of military justice as an interim.
Time and time again as they went through countless applications to the position a single name seemed to fall into the list of proper individuals more than suited for this job. A name that had people following it up with Jackal, Shark and wicked creature would become the face of Bishop. Edrei Vela.
Much like a mayor she would make decisions for their community as a whole. But on the alternate she was simply there for their security. The citizens were now in charge of rule and law. Within reason. Every two years they held a senate session, with representatives of their community. And each borough was capable of making sure their voice was heard.
Vela, an industrialist created the SR -3f, generation one policing unit.
What was a scary notion for the city soon became the norm. Sure, it had growing pains, like every new movement, but when all was said and done the people sung the praises of their new automated systems. Capable of implementing their votes over time the units were upgraded and updated with the single push of a button. Each senate session allowed for the units to return to their manufacture and the new laws would be hard programed into their boards to avoid hacking.
The most recent roll out gave an entirely new system. Identified as the P0-11C3 these mass manufactured humanoids were originally released with great praise. But Vela had moved on to her next pet project and these were left by the wayside.
Units went haywire, hackers had a field day, and then when a huge EMP swept through the city debilitating almost everyone for months on end, the community wound up going back to the near apocalyptic means of survival.
It took many years to recover, more than the government would have liked to admitted. But military reign took over again, and when all settled down they were capable of going back to a style of government Bishop had sworn off….an electoral system.
Riddled with anger Vela began to appear, over and over through the holo projections the newly built buildings afforded. Her campaign to become an elected official instead of a hired one filled with promises of change, and a new force.
She never expected one of her own to rise against her.
Tired of all the bullshit Enoch in a shock stood up one day and quietly announced his intentions to run. A man who had been on her left side through everything was suddenly turning his back on her and telling her to fuck off. He was tired of it. Tired of the coverups, tired of the woman getting as she wanted, and most of all he was tired of unrest. He made it his personal mission to start uncovering all the sordid little details that no one new about her company, and when he began to expose with an alarming rate all the shady little things that had been going down since the beginning, the people rioted again.
Coining the term windowpane politics, the man who had been a former soldier and corporate paper pusher was suddenly the voice of reason that everyone could relate to.
E N O C H B O R A C C O
Body Type: Tall/Corded
- Shifter -
R E L A T I O N S H I P S
In the sancity of the dark promises are made to one another.
Enoch doesn't talk much about his past.
In fact, most dont know a damn thing about him.
In the still of a restless night, every once in a rare moon, Enoch might say a singluar name in his sleep.
A name he holds close.
A N Y A
Relationship Status: Unknown
T H E G R E A T W A R
An unwilling participant of the draft, war changed Enoch.
And it wasn't necessairly for the greater good.
P O L I T I C S
Bishop is a heady, sin filled land in which half is cursed with eternal daylight, and the other is doomed by eternal darkness. Its a place of witches, of magic, of people who bask in the glory of having enough money to afford to be in the light.
Those who live in the darkness, weither it be by living in the lower levels of shine or are a permanent resident of blight are those who have lived a life scrapeing by to survive.
They say that in order to make a person go insane one must keep the lights on, or off so that a person doesn't know the time of day. Once that begins to permiate the mental psyche an individual starts to loose touch with reality. Enoch for some strange reason enjoyed watching the peculiar way that people lost themselves.
An attempt to run for Shine, and eventually Bishop
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