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Et Partitus

Et Partitus

For three decades, Humans have pressed dims to the side, under the rug, out of sight, and out of mind. The time has come for that to change.

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Introduction

March, 2058. Its been 20 years since the exposure of the highly illegal and contreversial expirements conducted by a coalition of nations. These gene splicing expirements were conducted in order to attempt and create the perfect soldier, not quite human, not quite animal. Smart enough to think on their feet, but obedient enough to carry out orders to a T. Not human enough to count as a casualty. Potentially able to send wave after wave of these expendibles onto the battlefield in overwhelming numbers. Several different animal hybrids were tried, and several were successful, while others yielded horrific side effects and mutations.

A very public expose in 2038 brought these morally objectionable expirements to light when an activist group infiltrated and filmed the expirements, causing an uproar and eventual investigation. During the investigation, several specimen escaped, and hundreds of other healthy subjects were taken into government custody.Through pressure and lengthy legal spats, the definition of a Dimidium Hominem (half human) was established, and the courts ordered their freedom. Of course, this was mostly in theory. In the real world, most Dim's as they became known were seen as second class citizens, not even deserving the small rights they had. Living in small favellas and slums outside of the human cities, only allowed in to work menial manual labor jobs or servant positions, if allowed in at all.

For two decades this uneasy relationship has gone on, and overcrowding in the slums paired with recent food shortages has made both humans and dims uneasy. Something will have to break soon, but what, where, and why?

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Dims are naturally half human, and half animal. You choose, within reason, how to build your character. All Dims must not be overpowered, and please remember at least in the beginning of the RP they will be the oppressed party. Human characters are allowed and encouraged, but your position on the politics of the Dims must be made clear at the outset. Besides that, the rules are stated as such:

No Godmodding, act your age, no sexual content on the site, don't let IC become OOC or vice versa, and most importantly, Have fun!

I would like to request a minimum of one paragraph per post, but remember the more detail you put into scenes and the more thought you put into your character makes it a richer experience for all involved. I hope we can all have some fun.

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Character Portrait: Zonia Jessup "Nothing in life is ever handed to you, you've got to fight for everything"
Character Portrait: Randa Dominga
Randa Dominga played by Davien
"A fire in the heart can quickly become a fire in the street."
Character Portrait: Marshall Adonnis Shan A young man whose innocence is shattered when he learns that right and real oft times are not the same thing.
Character Portrait: Akma "Silvertongue" A homeless denizen of the Dimworld.
Character Portrait: Tanta Ralland "Data" Smarter than he thinks he looks.
Character Portrait: Vale Striker "Life stinks, but the other option is dying."
Character Portrait: Haze Ravenlight "I'm not sure what it means to be human at this point."

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Tanta's shack

Tanta's shack by Davien

You'd never find it in the yawning expanse of shacks and hovels stretching up the mountain, unless you knew who you were looking for.

New Telluride

New Telluride by Davien

"When we begin to build walls of prejudice, hatred, pride, and self-indulgence around ourselves, we are more surely imprisoned than any prisoner behind concrete walls and iron bars."

Stately View Apartment Complex

Stately View Apartment Complex by Davien

Though the door locks and latches, you never truly feel seperated from the outside world. A once proud apartment building cast into the shadow of disrepair.

"The great divide"

"The great divide" by Davien

A giant concrete and steel wall, a few passages here and there that are guarded, but not seemingly heavily enough.

The Tinderbox

The Tinderbox by Davien

Three factories, rolled into one, and poorly managed.

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Marshall immediately moved to do as Akma said, moving into plain view. He even went so far as to put his backpack on the ground in front of him, pulling off his zippered jacket, and held up his hands in a non threatening gesture. He really would rather not be mistaken for one of the SWATS again. Once was enough of that.

He watched as the door began to open, his blue eyes bright and curious. This was farther than he'd really expected to get without being caught by the guards. "I just hope your friend is... friendly," he mumbled quietly.

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Randa and Tanta looked at each other one last time before the raccoon turned, baseball bat in hand, to open the door, letting it stop at the chain. He peered out with an inquiry: "Who is it?" he said, bracing himself in case it was the SWAT. But the only thing he could through the door was a pair of comically magnified cloudy eyes.

"Data!!" Akma said happily as he tried to get in the door, not understanding it was chained and only jostling it a bit. "Em.. Hrm..." He said, trying again.

"Dammit, Akma, stop." Tanta said, eyeing him suspiciously still. "What the hell is that on your head?"

"Oh! OH!" He said, getting visibly excited. "That is why I am here. I have found someone you might want to talk to, aaannnddd~" He said, with a dramatic wave of his hands, tapping them at the very end. "They're magic. Its not a big deal though." He smugly stated.

Tanta wasn't visibly amused. "You know, you were about to get your bell rung, Akma." he said, raising the baseball bat into view. Akma, either not understanding or not caring, simply smiled and shrugged. Randa, all the while, was intently watching the door, ears perked towards it. Shooting Zonia a glance, he gave her a reasurring nod, letting her know that everything seemed to be okay. Randa approached the door, peeking over Tantas much shorter head. He had seen the bat before, but only staring into the abyss, holding signs with incoherent words on them.

"SO! Come onnnnnnNNNN!" Akma said, again trying the door, adding to Tanta's suspicion about his motives. "Let me introduce you to my friend!" He obviously thought there must be some other reward in his escort quest other than the pride of knowing he helped. Perhaps, he wanted a bit more of Tanta's food. Eying the bat, Tanta slammed the door, leaving Akma to retract his long snout before it was slammed in the door. Turning to Marshall, he gave a nervous shrug. "Maybe... He went to get us snacks...?" he said, hopelessly optomistic.


On the other side of the door, Randa was colored unimpressed. "A homeless bat?" He snorted, taking out a cigarette and lighting it up. Tanta turned, looking down to the floor as he cupped his chin in deep thought. "He could be useful. He helped me a lot with data collection, witting or not when we still worked in the Tinderbox together. And he has never sought me out, so whoever this Dim is that he brought must be very important, or at least he thinks..." he stopped mid sentence, as he turned around to glare at Randa, stomping up to him and taking the cigarette out of his mouth, stomping on it with his foot. "Smoke is hell on electronics!!" He exclaimed. "Oh, and your lungs, or something. I don't know. "

Randa was obviously perplexed, but listened silently to Tanta's commands. "Well, come on then. We'd better not keep them waiting." Randa retorted. Tanta nodded, and walked back to the door.


Akma stood patiently, still at the door, hoping against hope these few minutes passing was just a friendly conversation inside. Suddenly, his ears perked up as the sound of a chain sliding off its hinges clattered into the alleyway. The brass handle began to turn and the door opened, three perplexed inhabitants inside, all looking towards the bat, and Marshall. Suddenly, the large Maned wolfs ears shot back as he darted towards the door. Pushing Akma aside, he grabbed Marshall by the collar and dragged him into the Room, surprisingly stronger than his tall wiry frame would lead on. Using his non bandaged hand, he pressed Marshall up against the wall, glaring into his eyes as his snouth almost touched his nose. "Close the door!" He barked at Tanta, which he dutifilly did, but not before Akma was able to slide in, looking truly confused. "What are you doing wolf man??" he exclaimed, running over to help. Randa simply shot Akma a glare, that froze him in his track, his large eyes blinking as his ears drooped.


"Tanta, the fuck?? You just let your people bring humans here??" He said, to which Tanta responded with a stutter and a shrug, looking completely amazed at the scene unfolding in front of him. "I, I, I mean.. L-l-ook, I didn't know this vagrant was bringing pinkies here! But look... He's not SWAT... Hes a.. He's a civilian! On this side of the wall!!!" Tanta exclaimed, rubbing his hands together in fascination. But Randa's paranoid mind would not let him off the hook that easily. He glared into Marshall's eyes, growling softly before setting him down on the floor, but keeping a grip on his shirt. "You have thirty seconds to convince me you're not a spy." Tanta and Akma both grew silent, slowly moving toward Zonia close to the computer desk, watching the scene unfold. The tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Everyone's eyes were on Marshall, and everyone's next breath hung on his explanation.

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Marshall couldn't help the small, startled laugh at Anna's insistence that the glasses were magic. He really couldn't. Nor could he help feeling almost astonished that Akma didn't know the door was probably chained. Didn't he say that the Dim was his friend?

When Marshall was yanked, his hands stayed held up in a defensive gesture. "He's right. I'm not a SWAT." He finally dropped his hands, brushing imaginary wrinkles from his shirt. "My name is Marshall Adonnis Shan, I am twenty years old, and I am a former employee of Malcon-tech. We programmed everything from safes to gates, to those cute little trackers that the SWATS use on the Dims that work in the fields outside the city. I was sick of seeing what was happening and not doing anything about it."

He pointed to the lenses on Anna's face. "Those are called glasses. They are two convexed lenses of glass set in a cheap wire frame. Humans have been using them to correct their eyesight since the renaissance period. Glass and Wire. No magic. No tech. And cheap as hell to make, yet we can't even seem to let you know about them? How is that even remotely fair?"

"You get almost zero medical attention. Which is terrible, because I can see from here that you have been shot. Akma is starving to death ever so slowly because we wouldn't help him find a way to work. Ten years ago, a young Aviary Dim got lynched because she had the gall to make friends with a little boy. A little boy who just happened to be the son of a geneticist. Why the hell would that little boy ever want to help those sons of bitches? Now, are you satisfied? Or do I take my knowledge elsewhere?"

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Stunned Zonia sits in her chair watching everything unfold, when the door opened and was slammed shut she thought the worst of it. Her hear skipped a beat when he re opened the door in fear of being attacked. Zonia saw a bat, she didn't have a clear few of the other dim that was outside. Suddenly Randa was out of his chair and barreling towards the door, grabbing the other guy and pulling him inside. Upon him being dragged in, it wasn't a dim at all. The person in front of her eye's was a human..What if he was a SWAT. Did this bat just rat them out or put them at risk? Zonia heart was beating fast and her mind filled with worry.

Snapping out of it, she fixed her eye's on the scene unraveling in front of her. This human didn't appear to look like a SWAT, and maybe wasn't even a danger to them. Randa was out of control, he needed to calm down. Seeing he put him back on the ground, she rose from her chair and went over to him. Putting a hand on his shoulder. Her ears fall back as she speaks to Randa "Hey! Randa it's alright let him go." She pulls him off the poor boy. After pulling him off Zonia looks back up at the boy in front of her. She's never seen on up close without any riot gear on, he seemed so different than the rest she normally sees.

Zonia looks back at Randa "He could be harmless for all we know. Lets just give him a chance to explain himself. " She tells her friend, looking over at the scrawny bat who goes by Akma, he stands next to the human in question. Akam seems very sure of the human, like he's not a threat. She's not sure if he's just crazy or if he speaks the truth. Zonia shakes her head, she doesn't know what to think. Her tails flicked around it's a quirk of hers, it happens when she's nervous or scared. She stands next to Randa, her arms folded across her chest, her eye's fall on the human waiting for him to explain himself.

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Randa's grip released on the humans collar as Zonia convinced him to back off. His glare however almost kept him pinned to that wall. As Marshall spoke, Akma began to wander around the office, looking and poking at things he probably shouldn't touch. Tanta was too busy watching events unfold to keep an eye on the bat as he paroused around. As marshall pointed, Randa looked over to Akma as he adjusted his glasses, pretending he could read what a particular computer screen displayed as the green numbers flew past on the black screen. He knew several dims who were deaf or blind, and all of them were considered useless like Akma was, left out in the street to starve via survival of the fittest. If it wasn't for Tanta and other Dims charity, Akma and others would surely be dead. But with a pair of glasses, it seems that Akma, while crazy, could potentially be fit to work in the Tinderbox again with everyone else. Glass and wire.

Randa thought about that. This kid had points, and Zonia was right. He didn't look like a SWAT. Hell, they wouldn't even let him on the training course with how scrawny he was. What the boy said next, about the avian, about the wall, made him remember. That wall wasn't always there. But damn, they built it as fast as they could. Ever since then, he hadn't seen a human he liked. But was there a time when he did? It had been so long since he had seen a human not in a blue uniform.

As Randa fell into thought, Tanta had taken notice of Akma's poking and prodding, and had gone over to smack his hand off of a keyboard. Both of them were whisper arguing as Randa and Marshall talked before Tanta perked up. "Geneticist?" Randa had never heard the word, but Tanta had.


Marshall now had the interest of both Randa and Tanta. For Randa, he represented a link to the human world, and for Tanta, a trove of information that could potentially help better Dimkind, one Dim at a time. But most importantly, he could give insight into the world as it really were, not just behind the veil of the giant concrete and stone wall.

As Akma and Tanta went back to arguing, Randa approached Marshall once more.

"Well. I'm glad Zonia was here to calm me down. I hope you understand why I have my reservations... Not to mention something that happened last night. Its very wise for Zonia and I to be paranoid right now. "
He said looking around the room to her.

"But you need to help us." He continued. "We want change, and so do you. And if you help us out, maybe we can find out where your your friend was, if they're still alive." He didn't sugar coat it. But to show his opinion had changed, he held out his good hand, looking Marshall in the eye.

"Don't take this lightly, friend. This will be the first time I've ever wanted to work with a human. And this is the start of a revolution."

He waited to see if the young man would shake his hand.

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Zonia was happy to see she had calmed Randa down. She knows he has a right to be so paranoid, they both do. She takes a step back giving Randa a little elbow room and she gets lost in her thoughts. She tired to remember the time where the wall was just being built, she can hardly remember interacting or even seeing other human who were in all blue. Zonia's eye's turned to Tanta and Akma whom were arguing in a whispered tone, then back at Randa and Marshall who's conversation she could hear more clearly. She listened to Randa tell the poor boy some details as to why they were so paranoid and that he wanted his help. Her eye's widened a bit. Her tail flicked in excitement, Randa wanting a human's help? He must be desperate, however Zonia can see this boy wants to help as much as we need him. By the way he was talking he made it seem like he's had enough of the separation of the two species.

Zonia's eye's were fixed on the boy, ears perked up studying him. She'd never seen one this close up before, their skin was relatively smooth. The fur on top of his head looked silky in a way, but also soft. His body was scrawny, no way they'd let him be on the SWAT force no muscle to him. She smirked, to think she was afraid of him when he first was drug inside. If things work out well for them, they could have their little organization going smoothly. There's just one problem, where would this boy be staying. Would he risking leaving and reentering through the same hole in the wall where he came? He could always stay in the basement of her shop, where the meeting would be held, but she's not sure how homey it is in there. She'd want to clean it all up and make it into a kind of livable place, even for their meetings and such.

"Hey Randa. If things all work out and he's going to help us where would he stay? before speaking again, she clears her throat. Her eye's shift around to everyone "I mean are we going to risk him going through the same way he got in here? It could be dangerous." Zonia adds, she'd want the boy to be safe as for him being on their side. He'd be a valuable asset to the dim community.

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It was just getting dark and the curfew would be enforced soon. Luckily, Vale had two aces up his sleeve as he made his way to his apartment; he always carried his papers with him and tonight he was being escorted home by Officer Ravenlight.

"It's getting close now. This place is a powder keg waiting to go off. We were designed for battle and this ...uprising, this revolt, it's not going to end well. I hear the whispers, I see their faces and the docile obedient pets they put in here are not going to be the beasts that bust out." Vale spoke keeping his eyes forward and his voice at a level whisper so that any casual observer wouldn't hear or realize they were talking to each other.

"Yeah, I know. I'll be right by your side when it happens too. At this point the only thing that will wake them up to their own ignorance is going to be a revolution. I'm counting on you to get the stuff I'm smuggling in to the people who can use it the most."He said, not breaking his stern emotionless expression under his helmet and visor.

"I run a pawn shop, I see some of the most desperate and mentally broken people around. Those are the ones with nothing left to lose and the perfect ones for the revolt."

The two soon arrived at Vale's apartment. After ensuring that Vale made it inside, Haze left to continue his rounds. Vale was unable to just go right to sleep being as worked up as he was, so he made himself a sandwich and turned on his tiny little tv. Normally Dims weren't allowed such luxuries as a TV, but as a pawn shop owner, he had access to things that other Dims didn't. He fiddled with the antenna until he got a signal through the static. It was the local news of the city on the other side of the wall. He watched intently until they began to repeat the stories and he was thrilled that there was no mention of rising tension in the slums.

"Good, they still have no idea what's coming."

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"Geneticist," Marshall quickly explained, while Randa was contemplating what he had said, "is someone who either studies or manipulates DNA. My father worked with the team that... Well." He gave Tanta a slightly sheepish grin, before returning his attention to Randa. The wolf was obviously agitated about something, but that was only to be expected. Ten years behind that damned wall would make anyone agitated. Hell, Marshall had lived on the other side, and he was agitated.

He couldn't believe it, he decided, when he listened to the request for help. Of course he planned on helping! Why else would he have crossed the wall? Marshall didn't even think to hesitate when the hand was offered, taking it in a firm shake that belied his small size. He might have been scrawny, but he was by no means weak. "Of course I'll help, you silly man. Why else do you think Akma brought me here?"

He looked to Zonia. She was right that he really didn't have anywhere to stay, but he hadn't been concerned about that. Normally, he was quite good at staying out of sight, though he had to admit, finding a place to stay without help probably wouldn't be a great idea. "If you have any ideas, miss, I'm all ears. And I can pay rent. Brought plenty of cash with me, in case."

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