The primary characters: these are the ones who best, and most accurately, represent myself. This is a mirror of the real world.
Beyond the bustle of the city, there's comfort in the untamed. Trees grow unhindered; the sun filters through the leaves and boughs. The scant few who make the wilds their home will gladly guide you on your way.
There exists worlds where cities live among the trees; where the streets are bridges strung over the chasms below. Those who live here rarely know the touch of earth - whether a blessing or a curse, they're unsure.
This is the city life: bustling, busy, and never quiet. This is the reality of multitudes; individuals within a machine. Those within are the backbone for society, and on them is the weight of all that entails.
Perdition (n.): the eternal punishment of the sinful. The underbelly of society is an empire built on the blood, sweat and broken bones of the darkest individuals. The select few willing to dirty their hands in this line of work enjoy some of the finest things in life - at a hell of a cost.