Kondyme, the "frontier of flavor and diversity." as they say... It's the home you were forced to live in. It's an advanced satellite treated as a planet, occupied by the Kondymians, an self-artificially produced, intelligent, winged, pseudo-organic race, who subsist on energy from sugar and turning water into oil to consist into their body's mass, bodies made around a tiny, central "Packet", their core. The race seems friendly looking outward, as they don't tend to bother organics, but they've been through countless civil wars since 7900 BC, with it's central politcal party, the Dimurge, facing resistance from the Ornamints, a group of rebels of all classes and flavors (classes being what they are like, flavors being name, texture, and color- flavors often being stuff like "Meyonaze" or "Kettzup")

You are a newly produced Kondymian, being 'born' into a factory... but what factory? What class? What FLAVOR? YOU CHOOSE! Insert a bio with your information. This impacts who and how you begin your first steps. Designation: Your "00oz" number. Class/Flavor: What Class/Flavor? Econ, Tub, Botta? Determines what the factory mainly produces. Territory of Factory: Which Faction owned the factory?