September

Here we are again. I'm September. Leader of the dynamite faction - the revolutionaries that aim to overthrow the Bazaar.

Of course, the faction's hardly unified. Most of us are anarchists, or we're here for the money. Not me, though. I fully support the revolution. I need to see the surface.

I was born in 1873, eight years after The Fall. My childhood was.. Unpleasant. I was beaten by my parents and forced into the Royal Guard at the age of 15. Dad wanted a son, and when he got a daughter, he decided he'd get his child in the Guard anyways. I served in the guard for three years, until I was 18. I saw a master - Mr Irons - ordering his guards, the Neddy Men, to beat up a pickpocket. The Neddy Men get a little out of control sometimes. They lynched the pickpocket, and Mr Irons just watched. Emotionless.

After that, I quit. I joined up with the revolution after that. I quickly rose through the ranks up to commander. Then, the old September was killed by a constable. I was the perfect replacement - strong, independent, born in the month of September - I had it all.

No, September's not my real name. I'm not telling you my real name. I haven't used my real name since I was 18. Sure, you can rifle through the records, but you'd never find me.

This is September, Revolutionary leader and organizer of the Liberation of night, signing off.

Sic Semper Tyrannis.