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[/sup][/indent]   [sub][sub][sub][img]https://i.imgur.com/zNpAhv9.png[/img][/sub][/sub][/sub][hr][indent][sup][b]The Masters[/b] - "I'd never deal with 'em directly, and thank the zee that I've never had to. They're good business and all that, but I'll stick to their fences, thank you kindly."
[b]Bohemians [/b]- "Idiots, the lot of 'em. No use stickin' your head in the clouds and dreaming about the Surface down here in Neath. If you can't manage it here in the muck, then good luck finding some place better. The only respect I have for 'em are for the con artists."
[b]Constables [/b]- "I'd say I'd spit on 'em, but they're at least good for something. Scrubbing sticky-fingered lads you don't like from your turf."
[b]Criminals [/b]- "Back when I was a pesky little brat, the Cheery Man picked me up. Took me off the streets and put me in strangers' houses, pilferin' for my food. Like most of us, I've left him by now. But the old man sends some odd jobs my way ev'ry now and again. The Tosspot King may rule the Flit now, but I'm not gonna sully myself by playing magic tricks for his gang. Glad he wasn't around when I was scurrying the rooftops. But the Widow? Now that's a shrewd businesswoman. Done plenty o' jobs for her. At least before my [i]current[/i] employment."
[b]Hell [/b]- "You might say we have a 'working relationship' o' sorts. While my soul is certainly right where it should be, I have a debt to settle with 'em. Have had for some years now. Even Devils sometimes need someone who works the shadows, aye?"
[b]Revolutionaries [/b]- "While I'm not so keen on the Masters myself, I at least understand that they have a function. And tearing them down won't do my kind well. Where will the Echoes flow then, hm?"
[b]Rubbery Men[/b] - "Never got anything worthwhile in their purses, and I can never tell if I'm sellin' back to whom I stole it from."
[b]The Society[/b] - "When you live in the gutter, you learn a certain special kind of hatred for them in their palaces."
[b]The Church[/b] - "Chastity, temperance, philanthropy, and tithes? No, thank you."
[b]The Docks [/b]- "Veilgarden's where I get my drink, mostly. People there're too busy talkin' to notice a lightened purse. But, a roudy pub ain't a bad place to visit when your purse is nearly empty and you need some strong whiskey."
[b]The Great Game[/b] - "They think me a Pawn, but I have schemes of my own, too."
[b]Tomb Colonies[/b] - "I try not to fleece 'em too much. Only a matter of time 'til I'm one of 'em."
[b]Urchins [/b]- "Always more of 'em in the shadows than there are adults. Never hurts to give 'em a few pence and a warm place to stay for a night if it means they stay out of your pockets. Might even learn a thing or two for your trouble."
[/sup][/indent]   [sub][sub][sub][img]https://i.imgur.com/0DYkerS.png[/img][/sub][/sub][/sub][hr][indent][sup]While she may not speak on her background much, it is undeniable that she stinks of the Airs of London. A true Londoner, born and reared on these very glim-lit streets. And while she's still quite the young, spritely thing, she's more savvy to these dark alleyways than many professionals of her creed. And yet, she's never really aspired to rise above the criminal life. The more practical goal, at least in her mind, is to use what talents she's learned to cut out the biggest slice of the pie for herself. As to whether it's been much of a success by now or not, well... At least she hasn't been shipped off overzees in a box. Or in pieces. 

Certainly, the risk must be worth the riches. 

A peculiar and quite recent occurrence in her life was how she came to know of the masquerade. Several evenings before, she had taken it upon herself to intercept some postage. Some flighty heiress was paying good rosty to keep tabs on her betrothed, paranoid of an affair derailing their upcoming marriage. Lizzy always liked these jobs because she could steam the letters open alongside her tea. It made for fine entertainment. However, instead of the racy correspondence she expected, the envelope contained an invitation. One addressed to the Latchkey herself. 
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