((All right, this'll be the first post.  It'll set the mood, but I'd like for each player to introduce them self in a location of their choosing within the city.  Anyone who hasn't posted or PM'd me their profile by Wednesday, I've gotten some PM's from others who would like to join, and I'd like to invite them into the game.))<br/><br/>Our story begins in border city Iizon, one of several metropolitan centers, divided down the center by the great wall, a reminder of the segregation of seemingly incompatible paradigms, and at the same time the brilliance of the cultures of two kingdoms clashing.  The world on both sides of the wall stands at equal levels of societal and technological achievement – mass communications and transit, the comforts of modern life, monstrosities of metal and mortar jutting skyward and shutting out the sun.  Bustling throngs migrate through stone paved valleys, races of skin and scale, feather and fur, and everything in between.<br/><br/>Neon red floods the streets on the Velle side of the city as the sun peeks through the streets and from the sentinels of glass at rigid attention on either side.  Down the center of the largest road in the city, a six-lane street, one of several booth-guarded breaks in the wall offers passage to the other kingdom, a forty foot thick zone where magic and technology clash, failing or flaring wildly and unexpectedly; here, on either side, stand guards all hours of the day and night, checking identification for those crossing over.<br/><br/>The furthest southern edge of the city tapers into a series of dilapidated, low rent, 2 to 4 story houses.  Alleys laced in grime fray the cracked asphalt roads, a pair of shoes hang at every other corner beside the streetlights.  In three days will be the eve of the thousandth year of the finished construction of the great wall that sealed the nation of Id; and even here, the streets are being shuffled, cleaned meticulously; neon-signed police booths are erected, and the brisk atmosphere holds a subtly festive charge.<br/><br/>The north end of the city is divided by the only other break in the wall, a snaking river through which many make their way through, slipping beneath the guards notice in the holds for a scant few dollars.  The warehouse district lines the river on both sides, private security forces of various expense in charge of the southern face, the northern side of the river more well known for black marketing, cheap rentals and criminal activity – shady and oft avoided by the normal populace.<br/><br/>Closer to the center of the city on both sides are the numerous apartments, commercial areas and street booth peddlers selling off everything from magic textbooks and foci to gizmos and gadgets of all applications, foods and services, bookstores and clothes of countless fashions and art galleries trading creations from both cultures; robes and baggy metal-trimmed silks and lascivious nude sculptures from Velle imported a mere hundred feet for the convenience of citizens of ratio; pop art and great comics and literature, the tight and revealing clothes more popular these days among the youth of Ratio in turn sent a scant block to Velle as well.<br/><br/>6:43 AM, the velvet veil breaks... the overcast vanishes and Iizon awakes – where are you?