Venezuela. Once a deteriorating socialist experiment, turned the plaything of powers beyond the grasp of mortal men. In the hands of humans it burned. In the hands of mutants it arose. All humans exiled or dead, a paradise built by mutants, for mutants.
Deep under the black soil of the Venezuelan forests mutants found vast reserves of vibranium. Wealth and power undreamed of poured into their hands. Overnight Venezuela became a global power which demanded respect for its mutant populace through strength.
Shogunate
As the stronghold for mutants it is ruled by the strongest for only the strong can protect the mutant race in a hostile world.
The first ruler was Xenon, King through his martial prowess and telepathic might. However he vanished, presumed dead.
For months Venezuela drifted, rudderless and leaderless until it attracted the attention of Ivana, a Strigidae and twenty third of her rank. Gathering her allies and a coalition of mercenaries she struck, slaying her only rival with a single knife throw and seizing the kingdom, though at a terrible cost; her eyesight.
Now the dust has settled. The remains of the dead have been removed from the streets and Ivana of the Strigidae death cult has ascended to her place on the throne.
Venezuela has undergone seismic changes at the top. Though Xenon and Ivana were similar in many ways, such as their burning contempt for humanity, however they also rule in different ways.
Ivana has imported her own supporters into the country and placed them in key positions to solidify her grasp on the country and reward those who have served her faithfully.
Orochi
The ancient clan of shinobi known as the Orochi have joined Ivana in Venezuela. Along side the telepathic VZ Elite they protect the nation, using their martial skills and nearly supernatural stealth to fend off intruders and hunt down humans who dare to enter the country.
No more are they armed with simple steel or titanium weaponry. Now the Orochi are armed with vibranium blades, throwing stars and arrows. Black vibranium gauntlets often guard their forearms and the occasional master might be found with a vibranium mesh under his ritual robes.
Small temples dot the country and crimson clad clansmen train their ancient skills within their walls, day and night. Preparing for the day when Ivana calls upon them once more.
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