Steampunk: The Schism.

Name- Ingo
Speices- Dwarf -- Swarf(?)
Age- Middle-aged (for a dwarf?)
Hair Colour- Grey
Eye colour- Black

Personality- He's always a little stressed and is easily annoyed when talking about his work. Highly insecure and a little mad. Doesn't like overly talkative people. A listener. Cunning.

Appearance- Prefers to wear workman's clothes and always carries a rusty pocketwatch. Pair of armless glasses on a really big nose. He likes to wear pink silk shirts if he has to dress up. Ties his hair back, which is keep very clean. Unusually, for a dwarf, no beard.

History- Came onto owning the Rusted Gear Bookshop by his rich uncle guardian, who kept him far away in posh schools and universities. His parent's wherabouts are currently unknown. Wanted to be an actor.

Skills- Can build almost anything, an excellent liar, scaring people and obtaining underground items, as displayed in his bookshop.

Profession: One of the Head Architects of Torokorp and a small bookstore owner.

EDIT: Wow. I post this and suddenly it's on the second page. Heh, sorry about that. *meep*

Ok, here to do my profile.

Name- Shoe
Speices- Swarve
Age- 17
Hair Colour- Dark brown
Eye colour- Dark brown
Personality- Stays to himself, is kind of rude. He's kind of aggrasive.
Appearance-(Think Victorian.) Wears short brown shorts and a big white shirt. Is poor.
History-(Brief lifestory) His father left him and his mother when he was one. He had to work long hours everyday since he was 6.
Skills- He's good at magic. He also makes things to sell.
Profession- Usues magic to build things, then sells them for money.

Name: Rolan

Species: Hybrid (Cleona and Human)

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Personality: Distant and reserved. Doesn't like to get close to people because he fears they might strike out because of what he is. Has become hard and merciless over the years and isn't afraid to hurt someone to get his way. He is cunning, intelligent, thoughtful, and tougher than he looks. Beware his temper and try to stay on his good side.

Appearance:
-Build: Slim/Slender and Lanky.
-Hair: Shaggy, black. Cut to his ears.
-Eyes: One is blue and one is green
-Clothes: Wears whatever he can/needs to to fit in. Prefers black, gray, red, or white clothing.
-Flaws/Marks: A scar going from temple to chin on the right side of his face, and more numerous scars covering most of the rest of his body.

History: Rolan was born virtually parent-less. His mother died in childbirth and his father had left many months before. He was taken in by his godfather, Garik, and given a good education until the age of fourteen when Garik died of a technology-related accident. Now Rolan hates technology and just about all those who use it. He went out in search of some sort of job and was found by an assassin who took unusual pity on the youth and taught him all that he could before he too was killed, this time by some rival assassin. Rolan went out again in search of some way to earn money, picking up various lessons from those who would teach him. He finally became a full-time assassin and thief after his first job - killing a rich man who, in the eyes on his employer, had too much power and money.

Skills: Is a merciless and deadly killer who won't hesitate, no matter who it is. He has magic but uses it sparingly, not liking to waste energy. He has all the necessary skills to become an assassin and thief (stealth, pickpocketing, lock-picking, etc.), as well as being able to bend his body in ways most other beings couldn't.

Profession: Assassin/Thief. He works for whoever pays best.

Eddy

Living the high life would never please him. Sure he was poor, living in a workhouse bruises on him from continual abuse. It was still impossible to shake the exirilation he received after a successful job. Dressed like some right old gent he grinned. No coppers were going to enter the Industrial District after hours.

The sky was cast over hiding most but not all light in the city.

Large and inhuman shadows were around, with the steady large plume of smoke rising over the city.

Looking around quickly he tried to find the foreman.

Must be away for the night.

Checking again if he was in vicinity of anyone he slipped the watch from his pocket admiring the intrincacies. Solid gold with a silver chain and two beautiful hands. For the hours tiny gems encrusted.

Now what to do? He could add it to his loot. His own loot, the stuff he messed with.

Suddenly he heard a loud commotion, dipping the watch back in he ran to see what was going on, whether he'd help was another thing.

A large portly individual was standing over someone his cane used as the weapon, when he slipped the top off.

Now he held a sword.

The figure cowered in terror, "We don't treat your kind 'ere, you're not even fit to live."

Eddy felt his neck bristle, it was a hybrid.

"Get out of here you filthy half breed, go back to 'horish Mum...."

Still the hybrid lay in foetile position, "Get. Now!"

He crept closer, why was he so interested in this. This happened everyday. It was nothing new at all. The political climate was bad, this discrimination couldn't last. Sure the Government pretended it never happened but it did everyday.

"Well then. If you won't move, I'll gut ya."

Ignoring all common sense Eddy rushed out.

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Listening to: No Use For A Name - Under The Garden
via FoxyTunes

Name- Sarah Barnett
Spieces- Hybrid: Human and dwarf
Age- 28
Hair Color- red
Eye color- blue
Personality- Dislikes everyone until they prove her wrong (that they are not malicious and cruel and stupid…). Once proven wrong, she’s very loyal to that person.
Appearance- Waist length hair… wears it up. Wears ankle-length blue dresses. Unnaturally tall for a dwarf, she’s able to pass for a short human.
History- Dwarf = Mother Human = Father. She was raised by her father, who kept her breading a secret for the most part. She noticed at a young age how others with mixed blood were being treated and decided to do something about it. She later became a lawyer and defends Hybrids to this day. She’s reasonably rich, and continues to keep her mixed blood a secret so that she can continue her practice.
Skills- She notices patterns, and is able to store them away in her brain for later, when they might come into use.
Profession- Lawyer. Defend Hybrids.

shiro-

He relaxed on the chair- it had been three days since he could relax like this. Most of his days had been filled with nothing but hunting and fighting.

Ever since he left his home of Sendai, Shiro has been in a life and death struggle.
But now, in a comforting inn- He can rest peacefully tonight. In a warm comfy bed.

[Marjorie]

"No where is ever safe for me," she whispered sadly.

She stopped when she saw another hybrid. It was laying on the ground helplessly with someone standing over it, a sword in hand. A human was rushing towards it to help, Marjorie stood there watching the scene.

What's he doing? she thought.

I'm dropping out. I'm sorry. I just don't have the time for a SB...

-Rick.

Skye

Through the window, the sun was starting to sink beyond the horizon and the sky was a painter's easel of red, orange, yellow...

"You're up, lanky," a male dwarf snarled with disdain. Skye turned without a sign of reluctance or acknowledgement of the derogatory term and smiled at him.

"Thank you," she said, lifting her flute from the table. The drawf grunted and moved back towards his position by the door. It wasn't that the owner of this tavern liked elves and the staff certainly didn't but the customers appeared to enjoy the sound of Skye's voice and the tunes she played. 'Just one more night,' the owner had decided. 'She can stay just one more night.'

"A dwarf taught me this one about a week ago. Petite little thing with pretty, brown eyes," Skye began, earning glares from those who had not been present the previous two nights she had played, and even some who had grinded their teeth. The Dwarf at the door smirked. He sure wasn't going to intervene if some of the customers decided to rough her up a bit.

"Anyway, it's called 'Diamonds down the shaft' and I hope you'll sing if you know the words." Skye raised the flute and her eyes twinkled as she drew out each note; clear and beautiful.

**what work do we do at Torokorp?**
[Lyther]

Lyther hunched his shoulders, muscles straining. Dang thing always gets stuck, he growled to himself as he wrestled with the large piece of machinery.

"Hey elfboy! You need some help with that? It's probably tough to handle for, you know, your kind," a dwarf worker yelled, laughing. Lyther gritted his teeth, thrusting his weight into the machine until it finally gave in.

"Guess not!" he called back, smiling to himself.

Rikila sat on her bed, waiting for night to be complete so she could wander. She felt like a caged bird up here and wished that the world were different. Was it her fault that she was of mixed race? No, it wasn't. So it was completely unfair to treat her so. She looked out the window, her face veiled by the shade and flicked pebbles at those below. She wished she could walk the streets freely like the men and women down there. She envied them for their freedom while she sat and watched.

Rushing out like a man pocessed, he screamed with unearthly fury. The person tormenting the hybrid quickly scampered in terror. Once he was sure the guy had fled he walked cautiously over to the hybrid.

She visibly trembled bruises over her bare arms. A ripped petticoat barely covering her. Taking a deep breath he spoke, "Are yer okay... nuffink broken?"

Brushing herself down, she nodded her mat of black hair, devoured almost by the darkness. Her eyes fell over his clothes, "Are you homeless?"

Grinning he nodded, "Me name Eddy... wot's ya's?"

"Sadie... why you rescue a hybrid like me?"

Shrugging he stared awkwardly away, "Yer need some new kit?"

A reddness erupted on her face, "I'm so sorry... people assume I'm desperate... May I come with you?"

Nodding he sighed, why was he doing this?

Sarah

The man that sat on her couch refused to relax. He sat up, his back straight, arms tense and his hands squeezing the life out of his pen and paper as he waited for her to respond. She exhaled softly and resisted the urge to rub her forehead.

“Sir, I do not believe it is any of your business to know my relation with hybrids. The point is that there are too few people to defend their case, and I’m happy to help.”

“So I’ve heard, Miss Barnette, but that’s not what I’m asking.” His tone was clipped as he continued. “What I’m asking is-”

“I’ve heard your question.” She interrupted, noticing how his hand trembled when she did. He was getting angry. She continued, “Here’s my answer: why do I need a relation with the breed of my clients? Can I not defend them otherwise? They are being killed in the streets, driven out of towns, denied many of the rights you and I take fore granted-”

“They’re Hybrids.” He seethed. “Mixed blood that should never have combined. They have no right to life. If your morals don’t hinder you, one would think your common sense would. Nobody in their right mind would want to defend a hybrid. Nobody in their right mind would even grant a hybrid a case. They’re wrong-”

“If nobody in their right mind, perhaps those in their left. I’m weary of this. Good day.” Sarah said, standing up and pointing to the door. He glared at her a moment, hand still trembling. His eyes challenged her, dared her not to look away. After a moment, he got up, nodded to her, and left.

“Thank you for your time,” he said as he closed her door.

She rubbed her forehead. The last thing she needed was prying reporters. She had had three in the past week. This was the worst place for a Hybrid to try to make a living, but also the best. Worst, because of the hate and people, best, because if they couldn’t get a job, there were enough people to make it an easy theft if they needed food.

But they shouldn’t need to steal a meal in order to avoid starvation. Mixed blood or not, they had a right to life.

Sadie


She padded after this person—Eddy?—who’d helped her so strangely. He moved fast, lithe as a cat in the crowded, littered alleyways, though she had no difficulty keeping up. This was a strange night, no doubt about that. First that man—she shuddered. How had he known she was a hybrid? It was a well and carefully guarded secret. Unless he had simply guessed.

Unfortunately, that was more than likely. There were far too many people willing to see the slightest resemblance in a person, of another creature, and assume they were a hybrid, simply because they wanted someone to taunt. But it was over, over because Eddy had helped her.

Why had he helped her? She had seen him standing there a moment before he rushed up. He couldn't possibly not have heard the man call her a filthy hybrid. And even if he had not, this situation was far too common with hybrids for him to assume she was anything but. It made her very curious. As it was so common, he must see several cases such as this every week.

Yet she was hesitant to ask. To ask would mean admitting she were a hybrid. There must surely be a chance, though slight, to salvage her secret. There must be a way to convince him, subtly, delicately, that the brute back there had only guessed at her identity, and been wrong. She must try.

"I suppose you heard what the man said about me, what he called me."

Eddy gave a nod, looking at her sideways, a bit oddly. She cursed her careful speech. It was just one more ting to set her apart, to make a lasting impression on him. She always spoke that way. It came of her father's influence, being so secluded that she picked up little of others' speech, and the amount of reading she did. Usually she was proud of her carefully pronounced words. Now she swore mentally, cursing them. If there were only a way she could change what Eddy heard... but there was. Her father had forbidden her ever to use her... gifts, as he called them... but surely now, when someone had at last heard of what she was, now was the time to put them to use, to save herself.

She faintly, delicately, used her influence, as she spoke, to cause him to hear her words the way he spoke. She didn't make the accent strong; she'd no need to make him think her a street kid, as he was. She just need to seem more normal; she needed not to stand out.

"It's a shame, how many people will assume the worst about black hair, merely for the sport of abusing someone. Tis a shame they think it sport at all." Thinking she'd best not seem to be coming off on the side of hybrids, she added, "Them bloody hybrids. Make constant trouble, they do. Why can't they just keep to themselves? Can't their foolish parents show some discretion? They know, as they must, what's in store for any offspring, the moment they cross the line."

"Ye claim not ter be hybrid, then? But surely..." his voice trailed off even as his gaze trailed from her hair, to her eyes, her delicate hands and tiny bare feet.

"Gah, yer as bad as that there scum back there!" She wisely abstained from expanding on this criticism. An innocent person would feel no need to defend themselves further than that. They would have nothing to hide.

Thankfully, Eddy seemed to take Sadie's word for it. He seemed to forget that he'd ever thought there was anything unusual about her, in speech or looks. He'd had to have seen hybrid look-alikes before, despite that she was not one.

After another silent moment, Eddy finally stopped in front of a low stone building with light and noise flooding from it, in contrast with the rest of the gloomy, hushed alley. A second after they reached the place, the door was flung open and two rough men staggered out, lurching and swaying. Behind them, cast in shadow with the light behind her, stood the figure of a woman. For a moment Sadie thought she was responsible for turning out the drunken men, until she called to Eddy,

"Saw you comin' through the window. Come on, in with you," she beckoned to him. He sauntered past her and, hesitantly, I followed.

"Didn't ken you'd be here tonight," Eddy said. "How's it with you?"

"Gis fine, you know me. I mange." She added in an undertone, putting a hand on his shoulder, "Who's yer friend?" He looked at me with a crooked smile.

"This 'ere's Sadie. Landed herself in a spot of trouble, she did. Only too glad ter help her out. Think you could find her somethin' fittin?" She grinned at me.

"Never knew Eddy to be apickin' up strays, but if there were ever a one fer bein' unpredictable, it'd be him. Name's Ally." She held out a pudgy hand and Sadie reached out to grasp it briefly. "I'll find somethin' in the back fer you. Jus' you wait 'ere with Eddy till I find it, then you can come up and change." And she strode away. Eddy, with Sadie tagging behind, wove through the tables to the very back, a dark corner, and they sat down.

Sitting back he nodded towards the bar keep before speaking in a low menacing accent, "Not evry geezer 'ates 'ybrids. Yer quit the bleedin' lyin' and don't make me trouble! I've still no clue why I chose ter help."

She shivered. "I'm no liar. If you want no more to do with me, I'll leave. But don't you accuse me."

Waiting for his drink before she spoke, he thanked the barkeep before replying, "Maybe I'm doin' this wrong... 'ave a look, right, yer were almost killed. Believe me girl yer need 'elp."

Standing up to leave she sneered "I'm no homeless street kid like ye. I'll be jest fine, and I'd rather be home."

Taking another long sip he reasoned, "Believe me, right, worryin' about me position ain't yor concern. Right yor born into a society that 'ates yor kind. I've seen so much deaff due ter this all. Even a kid born on the street gets tired of it all."

"And still you refuse ter believe me! What more is there fer me ter say?"

No use tryin' ter hide it. I'll get out me spoons. I 'ad a couple of buddies 'oo were 'ybrids. I know 'ow ter see it." A misty look appeared in his eyes.

Continuing to stand up she muttered, "Buddies? Hybrids? and yeh called me a liar."

Downing the rest of the beer he looked down, "Yer are... yor 'idin' from yorself... Impurity don't exist... But right..." He turned away and began to slowly cry.

She sighed and sat back down at the table. "What am I supposed to say? I can't trust you, like I can't trust anybody. It's not myself I'm hiding from."

Looking over at her he just looked morose, "Finks are copping much worse... I'd ravver not 'ear yer were killed by some 'orny ole man. I've nuffink much ter offer just promise that I don't 'ate ya kind and Ally's trustworffy too."

Now seeming irritated she snapped, "I just can't understand what makes yeh think I need yeh. Fine, so yeh don't 'ate hybrids. Fine, so yeh don't want me killed. Not that ye'd hear 'bout it, if I were. It'd be one more cursed hybrid out of this world. But I have a home. I'm taken care of."

"No offence, if they know yor an 'ybrid. A large chance of it now is ya've parents 'ave been slaughtered. No bloke is innoccent."

"I have me da, and we've kept the secret well enough fer 16 years. It was mere change that man guessed I were a hybrid."

Sighing with frustration he added, "The chuffin' man 'ave a looked pretty much bottled, he wouldn't know 'is left foot from 'is right."

"I don't see what else there is to say. If yet so bent on 'elping me, just see me as far as the outskirts of the city."

Shrrugging he smiled, "Well it's too late now. As yer learned. But, right, if I were ya. I'd learn some defensive moves, magic or technologial."

"Like I said, I wasn't supposed ter be here, and I don't intend to repeat the mistake. If yeh won't see me home, I don't quite know what ter do. I've no money with me, I can't pay ter stay 'ere. But I can work."

Relaxing he slipped into a jovial state, "Heck no bovver Sadie. Just make sure yor positive about leavin'. This place is pity fun. We've many 'ybrids come in 'ere, do wot guvnor! Yer could say this place in the only tavern allowin' 'ybrids."

"You're not suggesting I be stayin' here? Leave me da and me home? Just tonight I'll stay, but I'd not be staying any longer 'n that."

He frowned, "I've tried to tell ya---"

Quickly a young girl ran in wailing, "The big man in charge he's been found dead... Blame being placed on us hybrids..."

Looking confused and rather annoyed Sadie replied, ""Is that girl an idiot? Admitting to this whole room 'ere that she's a hybrid?"

"Luc, Luc, 'oo is it dead, isit?Slow dahn and sit dahn... I'll get out me spoons. Sadie, yer don't cop it, we don't care about it 'ere."

"He's dead... dead as dead as can be. Suspicion on all parties and anyone concealing a hybrid in upper class areas are to be hung."

While Luc spoke Sadie whispered, "But you never know who else could be listening. Maybe you don't care, but..."

Eddy, listened to both then reacting in absolute fear to Luc's he yelled, "Oh god.., init?quick. Set up the traps Ally. Sadie, hide wiv Luc and... Quick, they're gonna check 'ere."

Without a another word Ally escorted Luc and grabbed Sadie while she yelled out, "Wait, where am I, Eddy! What's going on? Who-- where am I--- Eddy!"

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Listening to: Gogol Bordello - Illuminated
via FoxyTunes