They are not gods, though some believe they must be. The Founders bleed, age, and vanish like any other—but not in ways the public ever sees. Immortal, unyielding, and utterly central to the mythos of Neo Prospect, they stand as humanity’s architects. The pillars of law, war, commerce, memory, science, and rebellion. You know their names because you’re meant to.
Premier Mei Xun appears across every channel, poised and serene, the flawless face of civilization itself. She speaks not as a ruler, but as a mother of nations—distant, perfect, inescapable.
Supreme Commander Yuna Tatsuken walks through fire with the PDC at her back, her voice broadcast into riot zones and warfronts, reminding citizens that peace is earned through strength.
Nova Sinclair moves markets with a whisper, orchestrating entire economic cycles with a smile sharpened by centuries.
Dr. Elias Vortex no longer needs a body. He manifests in data streams and Slipstream gates, flickering like a god who traded flesh for code.
Dr. Alexis Sokolov rarely speaks at all. Her work is felt in your bones—in the implants you trust, the genes you never chose, the drones who never question.
And far beyond the Verdance, in the burning silence of the Outlands, Lucien Navarre raises his voice to the forgotten, calling them back to a dream that the others abandoned long ago.
To the public, they are Paragons. Heroes. Saviors of the human race.
To those who look closer, they are something stranger.
They do not grow old. They do not step down. Their images never fade, and their power never wanes. They disappear only to return exactly as they were—immaculate, unchanged, untouched by time. The lie is elegant. The lie is everywhere.
The truth hides beneath Neo Prospect, beneath the myths and machinery, in a vault no citizen may enter. It has a name no one says aloud.
The Oblivion Chamber.
Some call it a legend. Others say it’s the reason no one ever sees a Founder die. Rumors swirl—of resurrection, of possession, of bodies sculpted into perfect replicas, of minds transferred like data through the Mnemoscape. Of a place where light and shadow fight an endless war… and humanity is the prize.
No one knows for certain what happens inside the Chamber. But everyone knows this:
The Founders will never give it up.
And they are not finished with us yet.
First Among Founders. Ruler Without End.
The eternal Premier of Neo Prospect, Mei Xun governs with flawless control and chilling precision. Her presence saturates the Mnemoscape and radiates from every broadcast tower, a perfect face presiding over an empire of obedience. She embodies the will of the Pact itself—unbending, ever-watchful, and utterly without flaw. No one questions her authority. No one survives her scrutiny.
Architect of the Exodus. One With the Slipstream.
The founder of Slipstream technology and humanity’s escape from Earth, Vortex now exists as something more than human—a living presence within the Mnemoscape and the networked architecture of the system. He is both memory and machinery, rarely seen, always felt. His logic is inscrutable, his voice glitching through transmissions like an echo from the void. Some call him the first post-human. Others simply call him necessary.
Supreme Commander of the Prime Defense Corps. The Immortal Shield.
Humanity’s indestructible sword and shield, Yuna Tatsuken has led the Prime Defense Corps for nearly four centuries—through fire, through sacrifice, and through death itself. She is revered by soldiers, feared by enemies, and obeyed without question. The Academy she founded shapes every officer who bears her insignia, and her return from death is not a myth. It’s doctrine.
Architect of Perfection. Mistress of Genetic Evolution.
The cold genius behind Axiom Corp’s most extraordinary biotechnological feats, Sokolov has redefined what it means to be alive—and what should be allowed to remain so. Her work touches every species, every clone, every augmentation in the system. She speaks of evolution not as destiny, but as design. And if something is imperfect, it will be corrected. With or without consent.
Lady of Prosperity. Shadow of the Pact.
Nova Sinclair built the economy of Neo Prospect—designed its credit class, structured its markets, and balanced its power on a knife’s edge of desire. Elegant, ageless, and terrifying in her precision, she speaks with the authority of someone who already owns the answer. Whispers call her icon, vampire, goddess. She doesn’t deny any of it. After all, even the black markets operate with her blessing.
Bearer of the Lost Flame. Exile of the Pact.
Once a Founder, now a forbidden name, Lucien Navarre defied the others when they chose to bury the past and abandon the dream of Earth. He vanished into the Outlands with his followers, carrying a vision of hope and truth too dangerous to be allowed. His broadcasts still reach the desperate, the disillusioned, and the faithful. His exile is not defeat. It’s prophecy waiting to be fulfilled.