Lian Kim - 97 Poets of Revachol #5

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Player: Leo Adams

Age: Middle

Romance: 3

Addiction: 1

Violence: 1

Surrealism: 4

Creation: 5

Safety: Acts of racism (victim and/or perpetrator) Cult-like behavior Mental illness

Presentation

Themes: family, spiritual seeker, naivety, psychological instability

A photographer back in Safre, Lian enjoyed a comfortable life with their doctor spouse, Tai, their two beautiful children, and their parent-in-law, the respected Kiran. Fleeing the war that kept creeping ever closer to their doorstep, the Kim family crammed themselves into the back of an aerostatic full of apricots and set off for Gottwald. Instead, the harrowing trip deposited them in Revachol and left Lian with wild flashbacks and a desperate urge to understand this world down to its bones. When they’re meditating on the nature of the world, it’s easy to forget their family is crumbling before their eyes. Even though Tai can speak of nothing else, Lian can’t seem to concern themselves with money when they can feel voices from the Pale reaching out their tendrils into their mind. Will they forsake their family for knowledge that may or may not be out there? Will they find a way to capture the true nature of things with photography?

The Mold Conspiracy

You know the truth. You can see it all around you. You are some of the few enlightened people around here. Nothing is as it seems and all of humanity faces extinction. The mold is not just a fungus, it's a macro-organism who has invaded Earth long ago. It has taken root all over La Cage, breaking down not just the building but the very foundation of its humanity. And its tendrils? They've stealthily coiled around some of the most influential figures here, puppeteering them in a silent conquest that goes unnoticed by the unseeing masses.

The Mold conspiracy is a group with a strong belief in various conspiracy theories - they look past the veil of what they perceive as ignorance, but as often, the reality can be more complex than that.

Immigrant Housing

The immigrant housing occupies one whole wing of La Cage, the more decrepit one, hosting families that are far from home. People love creating distance between one another. Migrants from Graad and Oranje and some undocumented poor souls live here, stuck between horrible jobs in local sweatshops and old dreams. All together, squashed under one roof, the various cultures are clashing and mixing with each other, while everyone is still trying to maintain a sense of belonging. But is it even possible to call La Cage home?