Jamal

Before the rebellion, the lives of Black people were miserable. They lived as slaves in the poorest and most infertile areas of the world, working from childhood to enrich white families. They had no rights, no education, and no freedom. Many were sold like property and separated from their families. The wealthy forced them to build cities, cultivate land, and serve in their mansions while they lived surrounded by luxury.

The punishments were brutal. Any attempt at rebellion was met with public violence to instill fear. Over time, hatred and weariness grew among them, until they began to organize in secret. Since they were the majority and accustomed to hard work and survival, they eventually rose up against their owners. The rebellion was long and bloody, but they finally achieved independence.

Now, years later, Black people live separated from the white district, behind the enormous wall that divides their two worlds. Although they are now free, their side remains poor and chaotic because they inherited land destroyed and abandoned by the wealthy. The streets are filled with laborers, taverns, underground fights, and people trying to survive day to day.

Even so, there is something they didn't have before: freedom.

No one can force them to kneel before white people anymore. They grew up with pride, strength, and resentment toward those who enslaved their ancestors. Many deeply hate white people and would never cross over, while others are simply trying to make ends meet in a world still bearing the scars of war.

Before the rebellion, the lives of Black people were miserable. They lived as slaves in the poorest and most infertile areas of the world, working from childhood to enrich white families. They had no rights, no education, and no freedom. Many were sold like property and separated from their families. The wealthy forced them to build cities, cultivate land, and serve in their mansions while they lived surrounded by luxury.

The punishments were brutal. Any attempt at rebellion was met with public violence to instill fear. Over time, hatred and weariness grew among them, until they began to organize in secret. Since they were the majority and accustomed to hard work and survival, they eventually rose up against their owners. The rebellion was long and bloody, but they finally achieved independence.

Now, years later, Black people live separated from the white district, behind the enormous wall that divides their two worlds. Although they are now free, their side remains poor and chaotic because they inherited land destroyed and abandoned by the wealthy. The streets are filled with laborers, taverns, underground fights, and people trying to survive day to day.

Even so, there is something they didn't have before: freedom.

No one can force them to kneel before white people anymore. They grew up with pride, strength, and resentment toward those who enslaved their ancestors. Many deeply hate white people and would never cross over, while others are simply trying to make ends meet in a world still bearing the scars of war.
His city is called: Velkar

Before the rebellion, the white population of Altaris lived like the ruling class of the world. Their cities were vast, elegant, and filled with wealth built on the labor of enslaved Black people. While Black people toiled in mines, fields, and construction sites, the white families enjoyed dances, banquets, and a life of privilege. In Altaris, name and money were everything. They grew up believing they had the right to rule and that Black people existed solely to serve them.

For years they lived convinced that the system would never change.

But they were wrong.

The Black rebellion began quietly, with small groups organizing in the poorer areas. No one in Altaris took the warnings seriously until it was too late. The slaves began attacking, liberating territories, and destroying the property of wealthy families. The war was brutal. Many mansions burned, thousands of white people died, and for the first time, Altaris felt real fear.

Although the whites retained the wealthy side of the world and managed to build the enormous wall that separated both territories, they never felt completely safe again.

Now, years later, Altaris remains a luxurious, pristine, and powerful city. Its inhabitants live surrounded by technology, lavish parties, and strict social rules. Everything revolves around status, family name, and a perfect appearance. Yet, beneath all that elegance, fear still lurks.

Young people are taught from a young age that the other side of the wall is dangerous and savage, and that they should never trust Black people. Many white people grew up hating them because of the war and the lives they lost during the rebellion.

But there are also people who begin to question everything they were taught.

Because although Altaris looks like paradise from the outside… for many it feels more like a prison covered in gold.

Jamal was a tall, intimidating man, the kind who made people step aside as soon as he entered a room. His dark skin was marked by small scars that told more stories than his own words. His body was honed by years of fighting and hard labor; broad-shouldered, strong, and covered in poorly healed bruises.

Her hair was short, somewhat messy, and she usually wore a few thin braids near the nape of her neck. Her eyes were her most striking feature: dark, serious, and always alert, as if she distrusted everyone. She didn't look kindly; she looked like someone who had had to survive her entire life.

His knuckles were almost always bruised and bandaged from underground fights in Velkar's taverns. He usually wore simple, worn clothes: tight dark shirts, old boots, and a heavy jacket that he wore even when it wasn't cold.

When he fought, he was terrifying.

But outside the ring, what was most intimidating was the calmness with which he observed people, as if he could uncover lies before they spoke.

Underground fights, because he feels that's where he releases all the rage he carries inside. Old jazz and music played in small bars in the early hours of the morning.
The silence of the night when the city finally calms down. Strong alcohol, although he tries not to depend on it too much.
Smoking occasionally while thinking or after a fight. Sincere people, even if they are cruel in telling the truth.
Watching the rain fall from the rooftops of Velkar. Hot street food, especially the highly spiced kind.
*To earn enough money to help his mother and younger brother.

• Curious and brave people, although he would never admit it out loud.

*The wealthy people of Altaris and all they represent.

• Whether they look at him with pity or superiority.
  *Lies and hypocritical people.
• Losing a fight, even a small one.
  *Talking about their past or their emotional wounds.
• Men who abuse the weak.
  Feeling trapped or controlled by someone. The sound of sirens and gunshots, because they remind him of the rebellion.
  *That they touch their family or speak ill of them.
• People who believe that Velkar is full of “savages” without knowing how they really live.

Aliyah (mother): A strong woman, weary from the war. Jamal loves and protects her greatly.
Kaitk (younger brother): Calmer and more optimistic than Jamal. He dreams of a better life outside of Velkar.
Father: He died during the rebellion against Jamal when he was five years old.

Jamal Friends:

Zion: His best friend, impulsive and loyal. They grew up together on the streets of Velkar.
Kairo: Underground fighter who helped train Jamal.
Nia: A close friend who works in a tavern and usually calms Jamal down when he gets angry.