Oddities are individuals born with extraordinary gifts. Because of this they are hated, feared and generally persecuted across the globe. In an attempt to give them a refuge the billionaire Theodore Ashford has created Ashford Isle. Presented as a Sanctuary for the special some believe their to be much darker motives behind his generosity.
A state of the art city powered completely by renewable energy, gorgeous modern building erected against the backdrop of a tropical paradise. It has all the luxuries modern technology can afford accompanied by the natural beauty and serenity only nature can provide. This city is open to all Oddities and their families, along with several hundred A.R.I. employees, it boast a modest population of just over 5,000 individuals consisting of a mix between both human and oddity. This wonderful utopia however is shaded in mystery both metaphorically and literally. The United Nations have dispatched several fleets of O.S.E. ships near the island, this gives the coastline a ominous view.
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We would like to welcome our newest citizens to the island! David, Alice, Lynn, & Emmett welcome to paradise!
Ashford Isle is finally recovering from the massive hurricane and officially back open for business!
The year is 1983. Tensions are on the rise. The air is so thick with it you can hardly stand to breathe. The numbers that stand beside the Dark Lord rise every day.
You stand beside your friends and you share your fears with them….that this world will fall to chaos and those who are less than pure of blood will fall. That evil will reign hellfire upon everything and everyone.
But do you really know your friends? Do you know who your enemies truly are? You think you can trust the close circle around you but perhaps you can’t. Perhaps those closest to you have fallen for the sweet poison that falls from Lord Voldemort’s lips.
Nothing is safe. Not everyone is what they seem.
In a world so dark as this, we must try not to sink beneath our anguish.