Genesis
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Five years ago, 20,000 people from every corner of the globe recieved a letter inviting them to one of the most prestegious institutions in the world to excercise each of their personal gifts to its fullest attainable level. Each of the recipients was between the age of 12 and 20 and each possesed a talent some called magical and others cursed as a devil's boon. No two gift are exactly alike in power or presentation, much like the people who wield them. Five years ago, 20,000 children followed the call and walked through the doors of a branch of Deveraux Academy....
Today, 15,000 of them are still alive. Some are still held captive by the schools, some roam free, hiding in the darkness of the cities and still others opted to co-operate with the mysterious Mr. Deveraux and his uncertain plans for the future of earth.
Deveraux, speaking through hundreds of scientists, politicians and doctors has revealed to the world that his "students" have no genetic abnormalities that could potenetially casue powers such as theirs to manifest. They are simply different. Hatred for the magic users has grown and riots have begun to break out in all parts of the city. Nowhere is safe for the escapees. No one is willing to help them.
Among the free magicians, a rebellion is brewing. Calling themselves the Signed in reference to the unique tattoo inherited at birth by each magic user, they are massing in the cities. Seeking out the elder Signed whom Deveraux failed to exterminate, a pitifully small number, they have begun amassing an army of the gifted.
All that stands in their way is an incomplete knowledge of who they are and what they are capable of, knowledge Deveraux hoardes to keep Signed faithfully by his side. A small group of free signed have left their city based camp with their commanders blessing and are pusuing this question back to mankinds roots in the Cradle of Life. They call themselves the Glyphs and they are searching for any shred of information about who, and what, they are.
War is at hand. Whose side are you on?