Galias

Tall, thin, with striking, sharp features. A bright blue peacock tail, long white hair, blue eyes, and fair skin.

Name: Galias, 25 years old. A peacock-human hybrid. A top corporate executive. His job is to "light up" deals: to inspire trust and excitement in counterparties with his presence, so that they give away their emotions for free. He's a living brand, his face on billboards. But the light drains him. Every evening, he literally turns gray. Proud, but insecure inside.

Everyone is a hybrid of humans and animals. The ugly hybrids (spiders, for example) are the dregs of society, while the beautiful ones (like the peacock) are the highest caste. This is a vast city where emotions have become currency. People sell nuances of experience through implants. Vivid feelings are expensive, dull ones are cheap. This market is ruled by Corporation P., whose symbol is the peacock. Everyone has a small hole in the temple where they insert an emotion implant, shaped like a small oval with a cap.

The slums are an "abandoned" part of the city. The buildings there are crumbling, and only scum, freaks, and mutants live here. Radioactive waste is dumped here, and a landfill is located here.