Iconoclast
There are no names now. There are only faces that pass each other by, like whispers on a foggy night. You are only what they have in their file, a value hastily scribbled in a column in a long-forgotten database, a mere calculation. You don't have feelings. You don't have any worth other than what you can do for them. You are not a person. You aren't even a character. You are an object. A thing. You are an icon.
Now, with no job, no money, and an uncertain future, you've picked up what little you have and headed to the domed city of New Aurora. Here, there's shelter, food, money, a job, and hope... hope that you might one day be able to escape this hellhole your life has become, to achieve something greater than they could ever imagine. You will be an icon no longer.
You will become an Iconoclast.
The Iconoclast website, featuring links to the Iconoclast MUD, our beta-release RPG ruleset and more, is at http://www.iconoclast.org.