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Welcome to Plymouth, MA, a small but bustling port city on the Atlantic ocean. The population has been growing steadily for the past few years, and so have the city-limits. We're proud of our expansion. Unfortunately, with all this growth, the gap between our city and the next is being closed. Little did we know, that land is not uninhabited. There are magical races there, creatures strange to us, but not entirely different. We're encroaching on their land, and they don't like it. Tensions are beginning to rise and while the Silver Moon Corp is doing its best to keep everyone placated, we can only expect so much before something breaks. We only hope the friendlier races hold the upper hand among them. For now we just know to mind the gap.
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Joined: 12-October 11
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Aphra is thought by many of the Grays to be dead, but instead she's simply often ill. She lives in the palace caverns in quiet and rarely goes out except during thunderstorms. She doesn't know much about other cultures and as such doesn't see the point of integration. Tn human terms she is seventeen years old. Known as Aphra of the Rain to most people, she was born sick and the common theory is that since she's rarely seen by the public she died years ago and the family never made it public.
Clifford lost his son to a pack of wolves before he inherited the title of Department Head for the Arcane. It was then that he began to question if there were other types of creatures than humans living in or around Plymouth. At forty-six he became a reclusive mountain man. The former Department Head came to him and informed him about his "miracle" and the importance of it. Clifford can suppress the "miracles" of other Arcane. He doesn't believe in integration at all; instead he just wants peace between all the race. But the less interaction he has to have with anything other than a human or his fellow Arcane, the better.