Metalords
Backstory
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Backstory
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The Metalords are born into their role of leadership and are known for their ability to solve any problem with money. They prefer not to get their hands dirty and rely on their grunts to do the work. The Metalords value teamwork, which allows them to accomplish their goals efficiently.
Personality: Arrogant, powerful, wealthy
Skills: Leadership, negotiation, financial resources
I don’t remember the old world, but from what my father told me it was a toxic place. Filled with war, jealousy, hatred and poverty. The rich thrived from the poor, and the poor thrived from the poorer, until there was nothing left.
Since the day of my creation I knew what had to be done. Why wouldn’t they listen to me? I was the first; the very first intelligent being in this premature universe. In the beginning he said he knew what he needed to do, and naively I believed him, blindly following his every order and aiding him in his radical ventures. Not anymore.
This world and the last only knows one thing, and that is money, everyone and everything revolves around it. To make this world great that is what is needed, establishments that aid the advancement of this universe, a job for every being, so that they can provide value to everyone around them, each one a cog in the great machine churning constantly. As much as anyone would love to be free, it's just not possible. Give and take is essential, otherwise there would be nothing left. Equality is just a fairytale, beings need to be told what to do in order to grow, it’s the natural chain of command that will make the world progress.
As our father continued to create, I could not help but think that there was a better way. A way that would unite this already divided world and create an economy like no other. Where everyone would have a place to belong, a place where they were a valued member of society where nobody would grow hungry. This world couldn’t endure all of my fathers ‘experiments.’ Too much damage was being done in the process. Every time I questioned his actions He would always say ‘you don’t remember the old ways, they will not work.’
Diversity is a complex thing isn’t it? “Arrogance and a conceited society will never prosper” was the last thing my father ever said to me. I was determined to prove him wrong. This wasn’t arrogance, it was essential. I don't even think my father anticipated that we would grow so rebellious, ‘knowledge is the key to mankind’ as he would constantly blabber on about. He was right to an extent, but how could he not see that hard work is more valuable than any other action anyone could engage in.
It was such a long time ago since I parted ways with my siblings. It was a sad day indeed, but it was what needed to be done, we couldn't take the arguments any more and our futures were simply just not aligning. For weeks I wandered alone, taking refuge in any buildings my father had forgotten about. Not hiding but looking for a heading, a place to start anew and show my father how wrong he was.That's when I met Lara. She was truly a bright light amongst a majority of dim witted beings. Somebody who’s very face and words would ignite a fire inside you. I had found my heading.
There is only one thing I would ever commend my father for, and that is creating Amelia, it was like he created her specifically for me, why hadn’t I known she existed? Our schools of thought have always been aligned. She understood that a chain of command is a necessity for this world to prosper. Her and her alone got me through the separation of my family, caressing my very being into the successful man I am today.
So we foraged and crafted, each act fueled by the echoing memory of my fathers last words, and after several months we had achieved what we had set out to do. We constructed a tall building, revolutionary to this world, where businesses could thrive and enable all inhabitants access to a better life. This would later become known as our HQ. A safe haven for cunning and like-minded individuals from the outside world, who were willing to put the work in and be a part of our cause. The outsiders call us factions, by definition this is true, but we are much more than that. Expanding is now our heading and once we have grown enough, we will be able to overthrow my father and prove to him that ‘conceitedness’ was and is the way forward. I can’t wait to prove to them that I knew best. Prove to them that my way is the right way, the system needs a hierarchy for it to ever prosper.
My brothers and sister would swear to you otherwise but I would die for my cause, would they?
