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You have restricted travelling privileges, you have to submit to regular medical examinations, you have to live in a ghetto/slum, identify yourself as a subhuman at someones behest, have to apply for working permits, and your identity is a matter of public record. If you're considered too dangerous, VOLKE will simply lock you up and you'll never see daylight again.

In short.

He can have his own thread. I can post it, or you can, then I'll add it to the index of locations.

Yep.

G-MA-912004-18ZK2

Approved.

Approved.

Originally, yes, but I've decided to cut it. Feel free to remove it if your character is human.

Yes :) and of course.

I like her :) She's approved.

E-AN-456028-82MY9

I don't remember saying anything about them being produced. Subhumans have been occurring naturally since the 1920s, though V.O.L.K.E. has been playing around with some of their genetics to advance medical technology.

Sorry, I've been slacking in the information department. NaNoWriMo's been draining my energy. Subhumans are closely monitored by a group called V.O.L.K.E. They are policed by them and are required to submit to regular medical tests by their officials. They only make up 1.15% of the population, so it isn't a difficult thing. Subhumans are given identity cards and are required to live in pre-determined ghettos. If asked, they are required to identify themselves.

It's possible for some rare individuals to slip beneath V.O.L.K.E.'s scope, but these individuals are considered "rogue" for not identifying themselves. Generally, they're tolerated, though there is a great deal of racism towards them.

They're common house-hold knowledge. There is a public database of all known subhumans. They're considered a subspecies of humans, hence the coining, though most use it to indicate they're somehow lesser than regular people.

Taking a good long pull from an unmarked bottle, Nikolai grimaces as the alcohol traces a fiery trail down his throat. For a moment, he tastes bile above the burn of alcohol, but it settles in the next. He leans heavily against the corroded iron railing that lines much of the Arena's halls, peering down at the brawlers below.

He blinks. They are nothing but blurry ballerinas, poised for their queue, elegant and graceful even in complete stillness. He snorts, scrubbing a hand hard over his face. Shit, he must be either drunk or his brain more rattled than he thought to be thinking such stupid crap.

He'd arrived in Chicago a little over a week ago with another operative by the name of Surkov. A weedy little shit that could take more hits than should be physically possible. They'd both been transferred to the tender care of the North American Branch to "gauge and defuse the situation." Right.

It'd sound like a piss-all task at the time, but they'd only been in the city two days before he'd had his god damned skull ground into a mushy pulp against the unforgiving pavement of the city streets. He was still having trouble with his balance and eyesight as a result.

Throwing back another burning gulp of alcohol, he settles in to watch the fight. The press of bodies around him is uncomfortable, their screams and shouts sending spikes into his damaged skull, and he can barely see the fighters themselves, but...

The bitch always gave a good fight. He'd give her that. She'd nearly torn a strip off of his scarred hide within the first five seconds of their fight. Nikolai had won. Barely. When he'd stepped out of that arena, he'd had seven broken fingers, four cracked ribs, a knocked out tooth, and a generous amount of internal bleeding.

Nikolai snorts again, swishing the numbing alcohol around his mouth before swallowing. He should probably find some poor hack to scam out of their money, but he was comfortable where he was. He'd probably make a fucking fool out of himself if he tried to move, anyhow. Still, he wished he knew who the other fighter was, he'd missed it in the roar of the crowd.

(Would any of you mind if Nikolai stepped in?)

Yeah, if you want particular locations, let me know and I'll get them up immediately.

Does anyone have a preference for what city I work on next?

The Pouncing Hound is a bunkhouse in the Berlin Ghetto. It offers its services to the less fortunate, operating five days out of a week. Its perks include warm meals twice a day, freshly laundered sheets, and steaming hot showers.

This thread is for general roleplaying in the Berlin Ghetto. For specific locations, please see the list below.

‣ ʙᴇʀʟɪɴ ɢʜᴇᴛᴛᴏ

This thread is for general roleplaying in the city of Berlin. For specific locations, please see the list below.

‣ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs ᴏғ ʙᴇʀʟɪɴ

@Drax A-RI-103007-02PZ3

All characters above this point are approved

Oooh, sounds cool :)