#lore: neo necropolis

[vicegrips-fr]

“Come here often, gorgeous?” “How original. Now move along- you’re blocking the stage, asshole.” Just some sassy Azizi art since it’s been a while. I really thought those palm tree leaves were going to be the death of me omg. 

Close up of his eyes included under the cut to show off the mod implant in his left eye! 

#flight rising #fr gijinka #fr spiral #my art #oc: azizi zondi #lore: neo necropolis #lore: the velvet fang #many hand references were had #also sorry not sorry i only draw my dragons as gijinkas #it's just how i envision them when i'm writing and shit

[majestyrising]

03:00.txt

Notes: Starkiller drowns her sorrows. Only content warning here is sex, drugs, and rock and roll. Usual Neo Necropolis stuff.

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It’s 3:00 in the morning. That’s what the display on Starkiller’s visor says anyway, when she lets her gaze drift to the left to acknowledge the readout. She’s been here for 5 hours, give or take.

Usually she’d be rocking out with Star Eater, her bestie and absolute favouritest boy in the entire universe, or throwing back colourful drinks with a stranger, but tonight she’s sitting on a stool overlooking the Neo Necropolis skyline and feeling sorry for herself.

She slipped away from the group about an hour ago. She can see in her mind’s eye how it went down after she left: Saint and Daiquiri probably wanted to go after her for more hot gossip but Seven told them to leave her alone, give her space.

Or maybe they thought her hot gossip was too sad to be interesting. If that’s the case she’s even more glad they’re not here. She definitely couldn’t handle Daiquiri’s well meaning pity or Saint’s straight up rudeness right now.

Anyway, the point is that she’s been using that space to wallow in her own misery and make her way down a big ‘ol bottle of coconut vodka.

A few people have come by to try to chat her up but all quickly lost interest. It’s no surprise that there’s someone else who hovers over her shoulder. She just waits for whatever corny or gross thing they’re going to slur out.

“I thought that was you,” says a voice that genuinely surprises her, “You got a seat going?”

✩

It’s Kingslayer who sits down next to her.

His iridescent bracers shimmer as he does so, the neon of his digitised palm tree tattoos flickering.

“Hey,” he says, “Real nice night out, right?”

She looks him up and down, ignoring the readouts from her visor since she’s not here to size him up. She’s just curious; he’s not here to party, that’s for sure.

He’s still wearing his usual high collared jacket and the guns (plural) on his belt are prominent.

“Yeah,” she says, without much inflection.

She tries to rouse herself, there’s no need to worry him, everything’s fine! But that’s harder than it looks to pull off. It’s a painful thing to try to remove the permanent scowl of sadness that’s now basically just what her face looks like.

“You here with Gat?” she asks, hoping to distract him from the pretty depressing state of the table they’re, littered with shot glasses and salted peanuts as it is.

Speaking of peanuts, she grabs a handful and shoves it into her mouth.

“Mhm,” he confirms, with a quirk of his lips, “He’s downstairs, wanted me to leave him for a bit. Guess I’m cramping his style.”

“I guess having the big scary bodyguard looming over you does hurt the prospects of getting dicked the fuck down,” she says, with a snort.

Kingslayer makes a face at that, shaking his head as he wrinkles his face as if he’s sucked on a lemon. He punctates that by slamming his hands down palm open on the table.

“God, do not say that ever again! I’ll pay you for your silence,” he groans, still shaking his head before he tilts it to the side and through his sour expression, adds, “He doesn’t do any of that whilst we’re on the clock.”

He points at the shot glasses, some of them full, and she nods. He grabs the closest one and drinks.

Woof, it’s strong. Good stuff, though. Makes sense, considering she doesn’t have to pay to drink here.

“Nah, just a surprisingly squeaky clean and flighty contact,” he explains.

At that her visor scrolls an incredulous ‘ヽ(°〇°)ﾉ’.

“In BLISS?” she asks, with a snort, “A squeaky clean dude who wants to buy guns, in the biggest club in the city?”

“I know, I know,” Kingslayer laughs, bumping her knee with his, “Insane, I know. But he was looking at me like he thought I’d kill him for looking at me funny!”

“You?” she says, grabbing another shot and throwing it back, pausing to choke on it before she adds, “You wouldn’t hurt a fly!”

He puts his hands on the bar stool to turn it in her direction.

“Oh, I mean, elite ex-exaltee force soldier who’s now a merc working for an arms company?” he chuckles, not unkindly, “I’m like the epitome of a dude doing the worst possible thing with his skillset. Can’t blame anyone for being skittish.”

“Well I still think you’re a pacifist on the inside,” Starkiller says, smacking her lips as the alcohol burns its way through her.

“It’s Neo Necropolis, no one is a pacifist,” he counters, amused by the very thought.

She just shrugs, so the two of them sit in amicable silence, listening to the ambience of the very drunk patrons around them and the clink of glasses.

✩

The amicable silence slowly turns tense, though.

“So,” he ventures, drawing the word out, “Elephant in the room.”

“Nope,” she says immediately, filling up another shot and throwing it back with gusto, “No elephants here, buddy.”

Her shoulders are tensed as she taps her foot against the bar stool, now staring dead ahead at the skyline instead of in his direction.

“Sorry SK,” he replies apologetically, “I gotta ask why you’re not cutting some absolutely insane shapes on the dancefloor like I hear you enjoy doing.”

She shakes her head without replying, pouring the entire line of shots once again with a surprisingly steady hand.

“I gotta know why you’re in, uh-”

He gestures at her entire deal, from the way she’s surrounded by the wreckage of a bender and crushed peanuts, to the shocking neon of her outfit seeming drab and sad.

“In this whole sitch,” he says, with a frown.

She groans, looking up at the sky despairingly. Maybe she’s hoping the Stormcatcher will strike her with a bolt before Kingslayer can continue his line of questioning.

“Look,” she says, “I don’t wanna talk about it. I’m really happy to see you, but don’t push it, okay?”

He lets out a quiet sigh as she takes another shot. She sure can hold her liquor, he notes, considering she’s still understandable despite most of her blood being straight up lighter fluid at this point, he assumes.

“No can do cap’n,” he presses on with a solemn nod, “What’s up?”

“It’s nothing,” she protests, her tone annoyed, “Drop it already, King.”

For a moment he does, and the two of them sit in further awkward silence.

✩

Until it’s too much, anyway.

“I’m not gunna drop it-”

“For fuck’s sake!” she yells.

It gets the attention of the people around them as she pants angrily. Kingslayer holds up his hands and waves for everyone to carry on, which they do.

“Okay, okay, fine, fine fine fine! It’s about Star Eater, okay?!” she hisses, leaning up into his personal space with the energy of a feral cat.

She grabs another shot and downs it, savouring the burn as more of her inhibitions flit away, the misery still there but fought by the simmer in her stomach.

“Uh huh,” Kingslayer says slowly, nodding as he does and she sits back down where she was, “Yeah, okay, cool.”

His throat bobs as he swallows, knowing damn well he’s just pouring salt into this very obvious wound.

“What about him?” he asks tentatively.

Her chest heaves in a mighty sigh as the alcohol swirls around her brain, both making things better and a lot worse.

“You know,” she slurs out, after a couple of moments of trying to fight the words in her brain into making sense.

Kingslayer rests his chin on his fist, clucking his tongue.

“Mm, guessing game, okay,” he says, “I know that you guys are super tight, like twisted up in a pretzel tight.”

She hums in agreement. Her visor scrolls a ‘o(>ω<)o’ in addition, as if he needed further clarification.

So they didn’t have a fight. Which is good!

“I saw he was with Zion,” he adds, thoughtfully, “They’re getting close, I guess?”

He couldn’t see much, except that Star Eater and Zion were in a booth together seemingly having a very private conversation.

She fills up another shot glass without looking at him.

“Uh huh,” he notes, brow furrowing, “Okay, then…”

He trails off, squinting at her face- what of it is exposed, anyway- as her expression twists and her visor reads a ‘(⇀‸↼‶)’.

What else could it be? She’s not an argumentative person, and Zion is a dick but he didn’t seem to be acting cruelly to Star Eater in the moment-

“Oh,” he says, “Wait. You.”

Oh dear.

✩

He rubs the back of his neck, the unfortunate reality of the situation now settling in his mind. 

“You have feelings for him,” he says slowly, at which she viciously knocks back her next shot.

They’re tight as they come, soul mates for sure, perfect for each other. There’s just one problem.

Star Eater is about as gay as they come.

Oh, and since they’re inseparable, Starkiller will never have the space to get over her feelings.

“How long?” he asks, watching as the lights reflect off the shot glasses.

“Doesn’t matter,” she mumbles, though her teeth catch her bottom lip.

“I mean, I feel like it does,” he begins, but her head snaps up as she shoots him a nasty glare from behind the visor. He can feel it, making the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

She throws her hands up in the air in frustration, coming dangerously close to slamming her visor into the table before she leans almost all the way back on the bar stool.

“What do you want me to say?” she yells before her shoulders slump in defeat, hand snaking out to grab another glass and throw the rest of it back.

She lets out a deep, deep sigh that seems to come from the seat of his soul.

“What, hey, I know it’s not my fuckin’ biz but when I see you with other guys I feel like I want to eat glass,” she rants, visor glowing as she does, “And now you’re going through so much because of Zion and it makes me feel like my heart’s being turned inside out?”

She licks her lips, eyeballing the empty shot glass and dragging the next one closer as Kingslayer shifts his weight from left to right, his lips a thin, concerned line.

“That I don’t know if there’s a combination of drugs that’ll numb the way I feel anymore?” she continues, her anger and sadness simmering in her voice, “That if he asked me for the moon because it’d make a sick disco ball I’d grab handholds of stars to get the damn thing myself?”

Kingslayer hums softly, leaning his elbows on the table.

“I don’t know,” he says, lightly, “I feel like that kind of spontaneous declaration of love would get you a penthouse invite straight to my heart.”

He pauses for a moment, turning it around in his head.

“If I was Star Eater,” he clarifies, “And you weren’t my sister.”

Her visor scrolls ‘(μ_μ)’, which he acknowledges with a snort. His attempts at humour haven’t hit home just yet, it seems, but he’ll keep trying.

✩

They sit in silence as Starkiller dejectedly runs a finger along the rim of her shot glass.

“Did… this help?” Kingslayer ventures quietly, “You look like you feel worse.”

She shrugs at that, entire body limp and radiating fatalistic self loathing so strong it’s coming off her in waves.

“I don’t know,” she says, simply.

Kingslayer cringes at that, pouring himself a small shot and throwing it back. It burns in the back of his throat pleasantly, unlike the measure of guilt he feels about poking this topic.

“Sorry,” he says lamely.

“Nah,” she slurs, before throwing back the shot and shaking her head as she does so. If it’s because she’s trying to make him feel better or because the alcohol is catching up to her, he can’t say.

She sways slightly on the bar stool, the neon lights of the signs plastered on the buildings nearby reflecting in her visor.

Maybe it is catching up to her.

“It was nice to talk to you about it,” she says, rolling her head to the side to look at him with a placid if sad look, “We should talk more.”

He smiles, putting a friendly hand on her shoulder and giving it a soft squeeze.

“Agreed,” he says, before lifting both hands in an open shrug, “I guess we’re both still realising that’s an option, eh?”

She snorts in amusement, continuing to sway in a rhythm of her own choosing.

“Right?” she chuckles, lips curling into a smile, “Prank of the century to pull that shit on your own kids.”

Kingslayer pounds a closed fist to his chest and juts his chin up, taking a deep breath.

“Oh, if only I could go back in time to those bullies who beat me up for being an only child,” he proclaims, “I could show them- nay nay, school-hood cretins, I have a kickass older sister who I didn’t even know existed!”

He looks at her with a sharp grin, mods in his eyes shining in the moonlight.

“And then you’d come in and they’d all go ‘ooooo’, and you’d kick their asses, or something,” he says, his tail flicking.

“Sick,” she says with a faux-sage nod, “I genuinely can’t tell if you’re joking about the bullies, though.”

His grin widens and widens.

“I’ll never tell,” he says, sticking his tongue between his teeth, “I’ll take it to my grave, in fact. Then you’ll have to come dig me up and jack into my corpse to read my mind in cyberspace, and you’ll be like, son of a bitch, he was telling the truth!”

He pours himself another shot and takes it quickly.

“Or, you’ll be like, awh hell no, he was lying, I dug up his rotting corpse for a stupid joke and now I’m booboo the fool.”

She smiles at that. They smile at each other.

He’s glad that his stupid jokes can at least make her smile. They’re certainly not as close as either of them would like to be, but they’re getting there.

✩

After a while she looks past him and nods forward, towards the bar.

“Your boss is here,” she says, giving him a slight kick in the shin.

Kingslayer looks over his shoulder to see Gat at the bar.

He doesn’t actually stick out, because he’s wearing the clothes Coyote gave him, but the way he stands with such delicate professionalism still gives him away even at a distance.

Hopefully it only gives him away to Kingslayer, though. Would really suck if anyone else clocked who he is.

“Ah,” he says, “Guess I better go do my job so I don’t get fired. Or get Gat killed.”

“Yeah,” she mumbles, taking the bottle and pouring herself another round of shots.

He doesn’t love that, but he’s in no position to chasiste or stop her. He’s pretty damn sure he’d do the same thing in her shoes.

Hopefully he did some good, at least.

“Take care, sis,” he says, holding out a fist prime for bumping.

She stares at him for a moment before she raises her own and they share an excellent sibling fist bump.

He turns around to leave but pauses as she brings the shot glass to her lips and downs it.

“Just so you know,” he says, as casually as he can, “You’ll find someone who’ll pull down the moon for you too. You’re just way too cool not to.”

She turns her head in acknowledgement. He can see the ghost of a sad smile on her lips.

“Thanks,” she says, quietly. It’s almost lost in the noise of the crowd that’s forming.

✩

She watches him make his way through the noisy mess of inebriated patrons back to his employer, who greets him with a smile and a pleasant nod.

Alone with her thoughts yet again, she regards the horizon through the blurred lens of Stormcatcher knows just how many shots.

It’s gorgeous, isn’t it? Nothing but buildings for miles, dreamy neon and plumes of pollution floating into the night sky.

Right now she wishes she could turn her body into neon and float across the city, leave behind all these stupid pointless feelings that have refused to leave her no matter how obvious it’s become that they are, in fact, stupid and pointless.

But she can’t do that. She downs all the shots in order to grab the bottle and fill up another row. Enough of them and either she’ll do something to distract herself, or she’ll pass out and both are functionally the same thing. No more thinking.

No more thinking.

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[vicegrips-fr]

EDIT: decided to change some things about Star Eater’s backstory to make better sense of who he is and why he ended up where he did. Please check it out if you’ve got the time. :>

Star Eater got a new dragon and updated look! 

His old dragon was an ancient and it never really felt right I guess? Anyway, this suits him and his personality so much better. He’s a mod addict with a huge personality who runs the nightclub BLISS and though it hasn’t changed much since I got him over a year ago, you can read some of his lore below! :)

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Star Eater is only a nickname; some say it’s from the way he can make or break an entertainer’s career, either burying them or elevating them to stardom depending on what suits his needs. 

Or maybe he just likes the sound of it. 

Who knows?

He actually has a soft spot for down on their luck musicians, but don’t go spreading that around. People will start to think he’s easy to take advantage of or something.

His real name is Juice Jones, a once upon a time white collar trust fund kid with a penchant for music. What started out as a hobby turned into a full blown career path for Juice, a fact that would prove to be the unmaking of what little relationship he and his father had.

While JJ was busy with record deals and rabid fans, his father was growing more and more tired of his son’s party boy antics and lack of interest in the company. That company being Condor Industries, second largest manufactorer of cybernetic body modifications after Nexsystems Incorporated.

continued after the cut!

Even though JJ had chosen a different path from the one his father had laid out for him, he still badgered him into coming in to sit in on meetings. His hope was that once JJ had gotten all of this rockstar shit out of his system he would be at least somewhat prepared to take up his father’s mantle one day. 

No dice.

Whenever JJ did show up he was always late or hungover (most of the time both) and completely uninterested in what was going on or being said. His younger sister on the otherhand was the perfect child. Fiercely loyal to the company and their father, always doing as he asked without ever blinking an eye no matter the request.

Not only did JJ want no part in the company, he actively smeared their name (and other corporations in general) in several not-so-subtle lyrics, causing all sorts of rumors about where their famiily’s money was really going. 

There was some hypocrisy in this, however, seeing as JJ was buring through his daddy’s credit cards instead of using his own wealth when he could help it. This is where his mod addcition began and would be the final nail in the coffin between father and son.

Sick to death of dealing with his son’s aforementioned mod addiction, partying, and overall just making him look bad, his father finally cut him off and threw him out completely. 

At first Star Eater didn’t care. Why should he? He was wealthy on his own and doing just fine. Sadly, this would not last.

For a while things were fine. Juice was huge in NN. He sold out every show and lived it up, now with the added benefit of the weight his father placed around his neck gone and buried. But eventually his crazy lifestyle would catch up to him.

His mod addiction ended up fucking him over when, finally, something went wrong, leaving him with a malfuction. This malfuction caused him to sometimes glitch, getting him stuck on a word and repeating it over and over. The only fix that seemed to help was a temporary one: a smack upside the head.

Naturally, this messed with his music career. No mod-doc was able to find a permanent fix. For whatever reason, it would always return no matter how many times he had something replaced, leading experts to believe it was a bit of bad tech that had simply done too much damage to the actual meat inside his head.

Depressed and angry, Juice cut himself off from the world. He stopped playing music for the masses and turned down his record label begging him for the next album. He didn’t stop giving into his bad habits though. 

Only now instead of partying for fun it was to forget.  It was around this time that a chance encounter changed the course of his life for the better.

That miracle was a man named Chaka, the kingpin of Neo Necropolis. 

They met in one of Chaka’s nightclubs after he was getting a little too rowdy. The kind of rowdy where you break shit that isn’t yours. Pissed, JJ was pulled into the back of the club for a little chat.  What started out as a shakedown turned into a conversation about business and JJ would shock even himself with how much of his father’s boring business teachings had actually stuck. 

With the two hitting it off so well and a new nightclub set to open soon, Chaka offered him a position as a sort of business partner. He’d run the new nightclub and be the face of it while Chaka would take a back seat, dealing with the paperwork and shit that JJ didn’t really care for behind the scenes. 

Just like he’d knew it would be, the nightclub was a huge success. BLISS, as it was called, became the place to be practically overnight. Anyone who’s anyone rubs elbows in BLISS. It’s a win win for both of them. Chaka doesn’t have to bother himself with being there in person all the time (he’s very busy man afterall), and Juice- now calling himself Star Eater- gets to enjoy doing what he does best these days. 

Despite what you might have heard from some sore losers, Star is a decent guy. Most of the time, anyway. His mod addiction hasn’t gotten any better though and there are moments when his speech still glitches out.

Oh, well. You win some, you lose some, right?

#flight rising #fr lore #fr spiral #lore: neo necropolis #oc: star eater #fr dragon share

[vicegrips-fr]

Meet Coyote Cash, local Neo Necropolis criminal (most of his friends would affectionately say ‘with a heart of gold’) and motorcycle enthusiast. He also enjoys glow in the dark tattoos and vaping like an asshat.

He’s definitely going to come up a lot in future lore posts and I really hope y’all will like him as much as I do! 

#fr dragon share #fr wildclaw #dragon share #lore: neo necropolis #oc: coyote cash #can't wait to write the scenes with him and my bf's character gat #took me a while to plan out the nn lore #but we're getting somewhere baby

[vicegrips-fr]

you know i actually do have personal lore reasons for why my dragons remain in their gijinka/hybrid forms. 

neo necropolis is a ‘no fly zone’ due to all of the buildings, flying vehicles, and other shit that could be broken if they were to fly around in their dragon forms everywhere. plus it’s just another way of making the citizens more dependent on the city and the corporation’s products themselves to get around. 

there are dragons living outside of city limits who live in little mad max style clans and stuff though. they can shift if they like, but they do so love their junker motorcycles and trucks so it’s a mix bag.

#fr lore #lore: neo necropolis #flight rising #the dragons outside of city limits aren't all out there by choice btw #gonna be talking about all of this more in another lore dump soon #:>

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Gene update for Riff Raff (real name Jager), my g1 spec ops turned conspiracy theorist and man on the run (it’s a long story). He absolutely deserves it. <3

Pharaoh was the perfect fit for him and his accent imo. I especially love that you can see the cool effect the accent has on his wing joint now. :>

#fr dragon share #fr dragon showoff #fr obelisk #fr g1 #lore: neo necropolis #oc: riff raff/jager

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so with many references i managed to draw a hand (*throws confetti*) and on top of that @wyvernrising and i have so much lore to drop (ieri poli and neo necropolis) it’s stupid. 

feeling fr productive y’all 😭

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Pls look at my handsome g1 son Riffraff. He’s a bouncer at the nightclub BLISS and I adore him. 

#flight rising #flight rising dragon share #dragon share #fr obelisk #fr g1s #flightrising #lore: neo necropolis #oc: riffraff #i should do a proper write up on him soon #he's a himbo

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Malibu and Fool, two of the most well known dealers business men in Neo Necropolis and rivals in their respective trade. Malibu is a catty boy and Fool enjoys their bickering a little too much. Both of them are working towards the same goal: control of distribution in the Southside of Neo Necropolis.  Fight! Fight! Fight!

#flight rising #flight rising dragon share #dragon share #i've posted about malibu before #but it seemed like a good idea to post these two together #instead of just fool on his own #lore: neo necropolis

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Say hi to my new(ish) baby boy baby, Techno!

He works in an arcade near the carnival pier and currently holds all of the high scores (some of those scores might be hacked shhhh). A few of his hobbies include skateboarding around the city, raving under bridges, and listening to Riot’s podcasts religiously.

#flight rising #flight rising dragon share #fr dragon share #dragon share #fr imperial #lore: neo necropolis

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So I may have a new favorite in my lair and his name is Riot.  Riot is a radio personality in Neo Necropolis who also has his own podcast where he talks about conspiracy theories and the paranormal. Whether he’s running his podcast or doing his main job playing disc jockey on the radio, he comes off very tongue in cheek (think radio DJs in GTA lmao). Due to his smooth voice, good looks, and witty sarcasm, he has a fairly large following of loyal fans who call in regularly and send him gifts. He appreciates these “fans” but he’s still going to poke fun at them, more so if they’re one of the people who call in to tell him that the moon landing was fake. Does he really believe the moon landing was fake? No, but it’s funny to bait people who do into spilling their thoughts live on the air. 

#flight rising #flightrising #flight rising dragon share #fr dragon share #dragon share #lore: neo necropolis #riot #i love him so much and i've only had him for a few days

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I’ve mentioned Miami before but today he got his accent (thank you @bitmap-fr!) and I was able to dress him up properly! I didn’t want to add too much apparel because then his accent would be covered up but I think this works? Anyway, Miami is an illegal street racer in Neo Necropolis and he’ll also cop your car and sell it to his buddy Cruise. He likes to party, fast cars/motorcycles, painting his nails neo colors, and boys. Even if he’s a criminal he has a heart of gold and is actually pretty goofy and unassuming until he’s behind the wheel. Miami truly comes alive when he’s burning rubber and cruising at a modest 200 miles per hour.

#dragon share #flight rising dragon share #fr dragon share #flight rising #flightrising #miami #lore: neo necropolis

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Drew a design idea up for my boy Cruise since he’s been on my mind and the coloring got a little out of hand.

#flight rising #flightrising #flight rising art #fr art #lore: neo necropolis #cruise #these aren't like #his official colors or anything #just wanted to have some fun with it #though i do like them a lot lmao #my art

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Alright, yesterday I said I would do a little info dump about Neo Necropolis and I have done just that! It’s a little long but I promise you I did my best to keep it as short and sweet as possible. So, with that in mind, I would like to say thank you in advance for taking the time to read it!

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Neo Necropolis is a large cyberpunk/vaporwave city located in the Shifting Expanse. Boasting a vibrant nightlife, it's a city that never sleeps and is home to some of the Expanse's most notorious (and dangerous) criminals. The technology in Neo Necropolis is highly advanced compared to the rest of Sornieth. There are hover cars and bikes, cybernetic enhancements referred to as ‘mods’, guns, pulsing neon lights, and much more.

Probably the most prolific crime lord and pimp residing there is a man named Chaka. He has connections all throughout the city, owns several brothels and nightclubs, has ties to all of the best drug and mod dealers in town, and over all is not someone you want to cross. Before Azizi fled with Gogo to the Wasteland (long story short Chaka believed Azizi had betrayed him and so he was forced to run for his life), Chaka was his pimp and boyfriend. Needless to say their relationship was beyond toxic and rife with abuse, but Azizi still harbors some very complicated feelings for the man.

A man like Chaka doesn’t really have “friends”, but if anyone could claim that title it would be Stareater. Stareater, who I made a post about a long time ago here, is the co-owner of a nightclub in the city called BLISS. None other than Chaka is the other owner, but he trusts Star to run the place on his own and that trust is anything but misplaced. Despite Stareater’s uh, eccentricities, he’s a man of the people and knows exactly how to run the business and keep the party jumping. A mod addict (I like to think that Neo Necropolis has quite a few of those), Star is basically more Cyborg than man now and there are moments when he’s speaking where he basically glitches and repeats himself. It’s okay though, a good smack to the head usually does the trick! While Chaka is the big and scary™ crime boss/pimp you don’t want to mess with, Star is practically a rockstar in the Necropolis. Funny enough, the same could be said for Azizi and Gogo back before they had to skip town. Because of who they are, what they do, and who they associated with, everyone, including Stareater, knows their faces and names. Some other key players in the city are Saint (an information broker working as the bartender in BLISS), Malibu (a semi-famous drug dealer who’s obsessed with fashion), and Rewind (a freelance hacker who finds himself doing jobs for Chaka far too often). I don’t have a lot on them just yet, but once I do I plan on making a post similar to this one for them. What I can say is that Saint is a skeevy but handsome man who would sell you Satan for a corn chip and Malibu is a paranoid drama queen. As for Rewind he’s a smartass who prefers talking to his online hacker friends than people in the ‘real world’. There’s also another man worth mentioning who goes by the moniker “Repo”, a.k.a. “The Collector”. He’s a back alley doctor and illegal cybernetic enhancement expert. If you want a mod done much more cheaply than you’ll find at a “professional clinic” or need a wound tended to without alerting the fuzz, he’s your man. He even offers payment plans for his modifications! How kind, right? Sure it is- as long as you don’t default on your payments one too many times. Once you’ve used up all your chances you get to find out why he’s called Repo in the first place. If that’s not enough to give you pause then finding out that he’s related to Chaka might. The two of them are cousins and do business with each other often; usually over drinks at BLISS. There are actually a lot of dragons working in The Velvet Fang who hail from Neo Necropolis. These include Azizi, Gogo, Big Boss, the twins Razzle and Dazzle, Moxie, Pizzaz, Cable, Zinc, Noise, Vegas, Arcade, Taffy, and Abracadabra. Quite a few of them were poached by Big Boss and brought to the Fang with promises of a better life, which, to be fair, he has provided for them. This is just a little taste of everything that I’ve been working on with @wyvernrising (his LUCKY ST4R group is from the Necropolis too)! There’s a lot more that I’d like to get into, but I think it would be better to jump off from this and get right into writing out the lore/scenes. After all, lore dumps like this are fun but they don’t give you the full picture of what these characters and settings are like. So, in an effort to let all of their personalities shine, I’ll kick my ass into gear and post lore asap.

#flight rising #flightrising #fr lore #lore: neo necropolis #lore: the velvet fang #there are several other characters that i need to talk about #but dear god this is long enough y'all #plus i don't have enough on them for it to be relevant here #asdfghjkl

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Since I just made a lore post with Cruise in it, I figure I should share his dragon here too! So this is Cruise, a fence living in Neo Necropolis. His younger brother Morgan is probably the only “good” cop in the city and he loves him very much despite their uh, conflicting interests. 

He’s a snarky asshole but a loveable one so it all evens out. Also, if you’re a friend of his you’ll quickly find out how much of a softy he can be (shhh). Also he lives in his warehouse. Cheaper that way and he’s paranoid about his goods so it all works out. Usually figuring out a character is like pulling teeth but not with Cruise. He kind of came to me fully formed as soon as I picked up his dragon.

#flight rising #flightrising #flight rising dragon share #fr dragon share #dragon share #ridgebacks #lore: neo necropolis #cruise