Thirty years after their release from government projects, Anthros walk the streets. How they came about? Nobody's talking. Society was given three months to prepare themselves for it, and then brought the Anthros crashing down. That was three decades ago. Now plain stupidity is the enemy. Thanks to some isolated incidents, freak accidents and deliberate killings on both sides, Anthros and humans are at each other's throats.

In modern New York, sixty years from today, racism is at all-time high. Unpunished killings are common. Anthros live in fenced-off slums. Muggins, murder, thievery and rape have all been committed against the Anthro race- and no human seems to care. If the law can't help you, take it into your own hands. Many Anthros are criminals. Some are innocent. Some manage to live through their oppression. And a few have gotten jobs.

But it isn't enough.

Some fight back. This is an RP about Anthros surviving in this world.

The only open slot has been filled.

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Name: Raithe Saga.
Race: Anthro-Raccoon.
Age: 22.
Nicknames/Aliases: Race, the Thief, the Assassin, Stripetail.
Profession: Master Thief and Assassin.

Personality: Raithe is a controversial figure. A professional thief and assassin, yet he has a sense of honour, justice and is a gentleman in his own right. As a thief, he is loaded with money. He has many underworld connections, ranging from a quick bodygaurd who asks no questions to the best gang bar in New York. Slightly insane, hates humans with a passion. If it takes his fancy, he's not above seeing how many humans he can pickpocket and murder in a crowded street before he gets caught. Has a romantic weakness for cats.

Appearance: Rangy. Lean. Muscled. Wiry. He does look fairly muscly under his dark grey fur. A loved lighter striped tail and a mask around his dark grey eyes. The fur on his head is cowlicked to the front in a kind of cross between a cowlick and a spiky quiff. Usually a little scruffy. No shoes. He prefers to go without a shirt and shoes, clad only in blue denim jeans and the two black leather pouches on his legs. An adamantium staff goes diagonally down his back.

Weaponry: His pouches contain his throwing knives, small silver needles, his thieving equipment, a couple of smoke bombs and his binoculars. He carries daggers in his pockets, along with a small device that breaks those digit-based keypad locks. He has hundreds of other weapons and equipment at caches around the city.

Biography: Raised in the slums by a fox and a dog, it wasn't long before he turned to crime. It started small- messages, pickpocketing, that sort of stuff. At fourteen, he came to the attention of Marr, someone he never met face-to-face. Marr gave him jobs, his 100% success rate building. Eventually, Raithe went out on his own at eighteen, having built up a good name and quite a lot of money. Six months later, human thugs burned down the area of the slums where his adoptive parents lived. He has no idea if they are still alive, but that act fuelled his hate.

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