While they are by far the most numerous, human beings are not the only inhabitants of Victoriana. Eldren, Dwarves, Gnomes, Halflings, Beastmen and Ogres all walk the same streets. Some are far more plentiful in certain classes. It is easier to find the elegant Eldren at a ball than a shabby Ratman or an Ogre. However, in the cosmopolitan streets of Imperial London, race is not as important as class. Different people from all manner of races and cultures mingle among the salons and rookeries, making class the only distinction of worth.

In Victoriana, social class is everything. Each class has their own outlook on the world and their own way of doing things. There is little or no social mobility, and almost everyone 'knows their place'. While most people would love to enjoy the privileges of the upper classes, everyone sees virtue in their own position that the others lack.

The Upper classes are considered to have a style that cannot be taught or copied. They are (obviously) born to rule, and so their education and breeding make them just that little bit better than everyone else. The Middle class are the entrepreneurs. They alone understand how to run business and make money. To them, trade and industry is all, and a mark of their power. The Lower classes may have little or nothing, but recognise that the empire is built on the backs of their labour. They are the working class, whose toil is the real driving force behind industry, regardless of what the toffs say.

No one argues with the virtues of each class, but to try to fit a role you were not born to is horribly repugnant to all classes. The upper classes do not indulge in unseemly trade or get their hands dirty. The middle classes run their factories, not work them, but understand they are still common folk compared to their betters. The lower class are not looking to exploit their own, and those who put on airs are quickly brought back to earth.