underconstruction
Who I really am should not matter to you, suffice to say that I am a person who knows a great deal of things. I work for "them" or the "authorities" as you may also know it. I am the Architect, I am also the Archivist, and a lot of other things beginning with the letter "A", perhaps "Anarcist", "Arsonist" or even "AntiChrist", of course I jest at the last two or three.
My role for them is to record the goings on in Dark London ("The Nightside") so that they know what happens within thier domain. Each day I would travel to The Smoke ("London") go to my seedy little office and enter the Nightside through a small cupboard door under some stairs. You're not really supposed to know about that, but I don't really care anymore.
Lets just say that I had an incident in the Smoke which gave me cause to think about the work I was doing for the authorise. My hard labour gave those above me nothing but power, feeding on the information I spoon fed them. I refused to work for them, unless I had some perks and fringe benefits added to my contract. I wanted to live somewhere nice, I did not want to have to travel to The Smoke any longer.
For my dues and "loyality" to the Authorities I was granted my wish, I no longer had to travel to Town, I was given a "nice" | 
