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[Hieronymous]

Chicago...Home of a population of over three million people.
Despite what is ‘known’ Chicago is not the only corrupt City;
It is not the Second City; It is not even a distinctly solely American City.
It was all those things once and maybe will be again.
Chicago… is Chicago.
Chicago...A city of lights.
Chicago...The City of Wind.
The city...the tall buildings...the remaining stockyards...a place where no sane person leaves home without protection...it is not only corrupt but thoroughly honest and unapologetic in its corruption.
The City has always had its own elegance.
Its broad shouldered way of doing things was as distinctive as a Marshall Field’s Gabardine over coat.
Chicago, home of the vampires who thirst for acceptance as well as blood.
Chicago, home of the lycans who struggle against the beasts within...
Chicago, home of the magical fey whose powers know no bounds...
Chicago, home of the witches and supernatural beings who crave power.
But this last year death has come to roost in its winter home.
The death toll skyrocketed as the value of both life and the dollar plummeted.
Monsters roam both the light of day and the darkest nights. Chicago's Underworld the vast nebulous entity that was as eponymous as an American made car in Detroit took several major hits.
The canvas had been torn.
The setting is present day Chicago, Illinois. It is a city that has recently been rocked by a purging of the supernatural community. None of the powers that be are sure exactly what transpired. Unsure of what caused the recent troubles they are sure of one thing... Chicago is once again habitable to their kind. As such the city is in the middle of a land grab the likes of which hasn't been seen since the westward expansion. The first casualties appear to be the local Streak as the other clans have their hands at the throats of those who lust for power. Everyone wants their fair share and the city is in uproar as the dust begins to settle...
The Capo de Capo's of the family that held reign with an iron fist... sent to the next world in a blaze of glory.

The beleagured and beset officers of Chicago's RPIT being threatened with Federal Intervention.
Their numbers dwindled to a emaciated levels.
The Lycanthropes scrabbling for cohesion while maintaining their anonymity.
Losing their way beneath the weight of disappearances, debacles, and deaths.
The Fae seeking a voice lost to their own machinations.
All the while the Undead sit behind their ivory castles watching as the city broils like the runoff of a charnel house.
Their is a plan afoot but will anyone survive the coming storms of winter.
Welcome to Chicago... Arm yourself.

[Cassie]

Accepted!