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SaveYou · by **SaveYou** on Tue Jun 23, 2009 10:22 am

They're Singing A Song Of The Century
ic thread

Sing us a song of the century
That's louder than bombs and eternity
The era of static and contraband
That's leading us into the promised land
Tell us a story that's by candlelight
Waging a war and losing the fight
They're singing the song of the century
of panic and promise and prosperity
Tell me a story into that goodnight

Sing us a song for me ...

Green Day -- Song Of The Century

The noise is deafening. There's only sixty people in the room, but each and every one of them are singing this chant back to me. I'm the only one on this make-shift stage, but it feels like every other person is up here with me. I'm used to rallying everyone up, but I've never seen them this excited. We're stuck in the Static Age, heading towards a 21st century breakdown because the Peacemakers are determined to bring death to us, but this... it's making me feel something I can't describe. I start the chant again - "sing us a song of the century..." - and they scream it back at me again. It makes such a difference to last November, when our banners were burning down, but I'm still not sure of the people in this group. They could be heroes or cons, charlatans or saints, and I wouldn't know. They could throw horseshoes or hand grenades, and I wouldn't be able to tell. But right now, I don't care. Seeing all these people, determined to see this war through to the end... I finally realise what this had made me feel. For the first time in years, I know what this is making me feel.

Hope.

The year is 2713; the 21st Century has brought many things, and most recently is what's known as the Static Age. America has united completely, all the states becoming one massive megacity, leaving only a wasteland around it. The government are brainwashing everyone, making them live as conformists, agreeing to only one thing, and one thing only - if they follow the government's rules, they will be given freedom.
The freedom to obey.
The justice system is non-existant. For those who conform, there is merely prison if they break a minor law. Police forces have been replaced with the Peacemakers. In the city of the future, Peacemakers are more often than not robotic, but there are still human Peacemakers, and they have no soul at all. Their faces are often covered with masks, which also prevents them getting hurt. They live for one thing.

Crush the resistance.

While most of America are content to live numb, unfulfilled lives, there are many people who have rebelled. They formed a resistance, going up against the government, and as a result, all are being targeted by the Peacemakers. They're led by four people; two men, two women. They aren't old people - they're young people, sick of conforming, sick of living numbly, wanting to live. Their resistance has no name except "The Class of '13", but the "fugitives" have been nicknamed the Inferno by the government; according to them, "the low-life 'rebels' are attempting to destroy our society through their self-destructive infernos, and must be stopped at all costs". Rewards are being offered to those who turn in the resistance members. For the government, there is "Them" and "Us".

For the rebels, there are four types of people.
Heroes.
Cons.
Charlatans.
Saints.

Heroes are people of the resistance, those who truly belive that there is more to life than obeying the government, the people who want to be free to live their life like they want to. Although branded as criminals by the government, Heroes are often the opposite, and just want independace.

Cons are also people of the resistance, but not true believers - hired by the government and the Peacemakers to infiltrate the resistance, and pass information of it back to them, to help crush them. Once or twice, a Con has turned to the Heroes and become one, but more often than not, they never do. If a Hero ever finds a Con, they do not hesitate to kill them - as a result, the resistance has become slightly strained, due to mistrust.

Charlatans are the ones who feed the resistance false information, to get them caught. The difference between Charlatans and Cons is that Charlatans are often part of the goverment themselves, and it means that the Heroes will do anything to kill the Charlatans. They often clash, and Charlatans are often the reason that Heroes are condemmed and sent to die.

Saints are those in the government working for the resistance's benefit. Occasionally corrupted and turned into a Charlatan, Saints are the ones who sacrifice it all for the resistance, and do it gladly. Two of the resistance leaders are Saints, and Saints are usually the ones who feed the Peacemakers false information to keep them off the trail of the resistance.

The resistance just wants to see the light, and live their lives freely - this is the story of their fight.

WELL, CALL A PEACEMAKER!
(Rules and Notes)
First thing I'd like to say - yes. This is based off Green Day's album 21st Century Breakdown. See how many references to the songs and acts you can spot above. I'm not going to divide this RP into the acts of the album, though - this is just a credit to the ever awesome Green Day for giving me the idea. Now, we'll move onto the rules.
! This is going to be a literate/slightly-advanced RP. That means as little mistakes in your post as possible (I know the odd typo is unavoidable), and at least 200/250 words per post. If you can't do that, maybe this RP isn't for you.
? This also means you should know the basic rules of RP's - no godmodding/power playing, no Mary-Sues, etc.
! This RP has the potential to go on for a bit, so let's try and make it last, and if you join, be committed! I know sometimes things crop up in our life, and we have to deal with it, but if you're going to be absent, try and inform me so other players aren't left waiting for you.
? While what I've said up there is basically the main plot, any sub-plots are welcomed and encouraged - any ideas, drop me a line and we'll talk.
! I hope to God I don't have to talk about literacy, don't you?
? fuckshitpisscrapcunt -- swear all you like, I haven't got a problem with it. If swearing annoys you, we're not going to wrap you in cotton wool and say don't do it to the other players. Deal with it.
! Character applications must be detailed and well-written. Any "will come out in the RP" crap will get you told "gtfo". Appearances will also require descriptions as well as/instead of pictures. While I don't mind drawings for the pictures, anime is out of the question, and if it's a drawing, don't have it be a fantasy thing, or have to say "but without the..." because that will also get you told "gtfo".
? Have fun, ch'yeah? Break any rules and I'll kick you out, but otherwise, have fun!

YOU'RE THE SOLIDERS OF THE NEW WORLD!
(Characters)

HEROES
SaveYou // Gloria Jameson
MEGAcya // Alyssa Armstrong
MidniteHallows // Stasya Havok
Whatsername // James "Jimmy" Pierce
OPEN // OPEN

CONS
NorthernSoul // Jack Bretton
St.Jimmy // Christian Dirnt
StarStruck // Clarity Rodes
OPEN // OPEN
OPEN //OPEN

CHARLATANS
OPEN // OPEN
OPEN // OPEN
OPEN // OPEN
OPEN // OPEN
OPEN // OPEN

SAINTS
W. R. Prescott // Eric Saunders
Saint Lucifer // Gerard Grace
OPEN // OPEN
OPEN // OPEN
OPEN // OPEN

TELL ME THE STORY OF YOUR LIFE?

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NAME;;
Gloria Maria Jameson

AGE;;
22

GENDER;;
Female

SIDE;;
Heroes;; Gloria is one of the four leaders of the resistance.

PERSONALITY;;
Gloria is a mix of personalities. While on the streets, fighting the Peacemakers, she's someone possessed, determined to fight for her cause at all costs, and damned if she gives it up for a minute. She's the last leader to be have been recruited, and she's only been a leader for around three months, but she's passionate for their cause, and her enthusiasm for it often makes it easier for her to get the rest of their group riled up and excited. Gloria has a fondness for songs of yesterday, which are only kept alive in the underground, and it was she who brought back the "Song of the Century" chant, though many other people have brought back ohers.

When angry, Gloria turns into a little ball of fire. She usually has a long fuse, but when she's set up, she completely and totally explodes, going off at everything and anything - something she usually reserves for fighting. She's extremely good at hand-to-hand combat, handy with a gun and knife, and is always protective of those she considers friends - she always has their back, and would readily die for them and the resistance.

Once she's away from the resistance, though, around those she trusts and cares for, Gloria lets herself relax. She's a little bit of a goofball, and is always up for a laugh, or to make someone laugh. She cares deeply for everyone in the resistance, because she's adopted them as her new family. She was brought up to think of everyone as the same, and to see the good in people, so she does - even with the Charlatans and Cons, she tries to see a little bit of good, though it's not always possible. She puts on an optimistic front for everyone in the resistance, though in truth, she's just as down as the rest of the resistance. The amount of people, however, who are joining them and trying to free themselves has given her hope, and she is extremely confident that although they are now losing the fight, they can turn the tables, and beat the government.

HISTORY;;
Gloria was born on the outskirts of the megacity, a rural area near the sea. Her parents were married, and lived in the outskirts because they did not fully believe in the goverment, and didn't want Gloria to be exposed to the corruption. Taugh to believe in herself, and treat others fairly from a young age, Gloria was always independant, but she was restless, and rebelled slightly as she went into her teenage years, much to her parent's delight - she was being herself, and Gloria found herself comfortable in her new rebel role. Blasting her name in graffiti on the walls of her hometown became the norm for her, but as she made a small group of the rebels, the Peacemakers invaded her town. While she survived it, she saw what they mean - mindless conformity, and she refused to do that. Packing a bag, she left a note for her family, before setting off for the city.

It didn't take Gloria long to be taken in to the resistance when she left her hometown. She was fifteen at that time, and being with the resistance, rioting for freedom made her fall in love with the lifestyle. By seventeen, she was one of the core members of one of the smaller groups, but her passion for their cause soon had her rising in the ranks. Unfortunately, the group she was part of fell when it was revealed some people Gloria thought were her friends were Cons - it resulted in the death of almost everyone in the group, save Gloria and four others.

Gloria's faith in the resistance took a hammering after that, and she spent time on her own, blasting her name in graffiti on the walls again for comfort, but she soon rejoined the resistance, and this time with more passion than ever. She was at the front of every riot, constantly fought with the Peacemakers, and every time she saw someone who needed help, she did, and brought them to the resistance, opening their eyes to the world they could live in. When she was told that she was replacing one of the leaders killed by the Peacemakers, she had no idea what to do or say - she soon showed it through graffiti and riots, because they were the only things she could think of that would do it justice. She has only been a leader for three months, but she has loved every second of it, and every person who joins revives her hope - she wholeheartedly believes that they could win the war they're waging, and will do anything to ensure victory for the resistance, even if it means giving up her own life in the process.

OTHER;;
Gloria has a small collection on vinyl records in the tiny apartment she lives in, and she likes to play them and listen to the songs of yesterday.

APPEARANCE DISCRIPTION;;
Gloria is a small woman, standing at only 5'2". She rarely has any money, too busy spending time with the resistance, and as a result, eats when and what she can - it means she only weighs about 115 lbs. Her skin is extremely pale, thanks to her not going out much during the day, although it tans well in the summer. Her hair is a dark brown, but it's so dark it looks black, and her eyes are also an extremely dark brown. Her hair is cut to just above her shoulders, with a short, full fringe - she often wears her hair tied back in a ponytail, for convenience. At all times, she wears eyeliner, and occasionally nailpolish, though she usually picks it off within a few hours of putting it on.

Gloria's wardrobe consists of one pair of clothes that she washes every night. They're extremely worn, but she wears them all the time. A red and black striped shirt is what she wears, though the red is extremely faded. A short black skirt accompanies it, along with a black denim jacket. She wears knee-high red and black striped socks, but again, the red is faded out of it. Black Converse shoes are what she wears, but not high tops - the Converse are falling apart, however, because she's had them since she was sixteen. While out in the riots, she uses the American flag as a balaclava, a mark of disrespect and mockery for the goverment.

MEGAcya · by **MEGAcya** on Tue Jun 23, 2009 10:34 am

NAME;;
Alyssa Scarlet Armstrong

AGE;;
24

GENDER;;
female

SIDE;;
One of the four leaders of the resistance, and a Hero through and through.

PERSONALITY;;
As one of the first to join the cause, it's safe to say that Alyssa Armstrong is completely and wholeheartedly dedicated to the rebellion. All of her life, she's been determined to just do something about the fucked up place the world has become. Anything. Alyssa has never been one to go quietly, and she'll fight valiantly for the things she believes in. As far as she's concerned, if something's worth fighting for, it's worth dying for, and she's more than willing to put her life on the line if it will secure a victory.

Unfortunately, Alyssa is also a bit of a hopeless romantic. She'd do anything to find that special someone, and has been in so many bad relationships that she's actually lost count of the number of times she's been hurt. It doesn't help of course, that once she's had a few drinks she becomes one of the easiest people in the world to convince to go home with you. Thanks to that, and the fact that she has no shame in walking around wearing next to nothing, Alyssa has gotten herself a reputation of being a bit of a whore. She doesn't mean to be so flirty with people, but occasionally it's proven helpful to get things she needs like food, drugs, and weapons for herself and the other rebels.

In a world where anybody could be an enemy in disguise, drinking, partying, and just generally having a good time is the one thing that keeps Alyssa sane. She gets over the paranoia that effects her and the other rebels by spending most of her free time getting pissed or doing drugs, and is often so high she can barely stand up. She cares deeply for the other members of the resistance, and loves to just kick back and relax with the people she now considers to be family whenever she can. Of course, that protectiveness toward them also means she often worries about the group, and how to keep them safe, making her take her role as a leader very seriously.

You might not think it from all her partying and flirting, but Alyssa is an excellent leader. She's the type to always keep a cool head, making it easier for her to think things through logically and come up with a plan on the spot when the situation demands it. Her ideas may not always be successful, but they are always the best chance the group has, and her inarguably charismatic presence means that Alyssa can get the other Heroes rallied up for pretty much anything that might come their way. The fact that she cares so much about the other rebels means she will do everything in her power to protect them.

HISTORY;;
For as long as she can remember, Alyssa has lived in the megacity. Her Father was taken by the government before she was born, being made into one of the few Human, but soulless, Peacemakers whose one job is to force citizens to obey. Heartbroken by this, Alyssa's mother, June Armstrong, made sure to teach her little girl the truth about the people running America. Alyssa grew up hating the government just as much as her mom did, a feeling that only strengthened when June was killed for alleged conspiracy and rebellion shortly before Alyssa turned 14.

Alyssa knew that the charges against her mother were all made up, she was well aware of the truth. The government had sensed that June Armstrong presented a threat, and they'd dealt with her before she had chance to make things difficult for them. Of course, they hadn't realised that these made-up crimes would give Alyssa an idea. Her mom might not have been building up a rebellion, but that didn't mean that she couldn't. Of course, the house was a no-go zone from here on in. She could never go back there, and part of her knew that the little building would become her mother's eternal resting place.

Finding refuge wasn't difficult. The city was full of dilapidated, burnt-out apartment buildings in varying states of disrepair, most of which already housed several others in similar situations to her own. These people would be her new family, and these buildings their new headquarters.It was now that Alyssa learnt what it really meant to have to take care of herself. She stole food when she was hungry, took money from strange men for doing them special favours, and introduced herself into the world of drinking and drugs for the first time. This was her life now, and she hated it.

Five years later, the rebellion was officially born. It was the brainchild of herself and one of the guys she'd gotten particularly close with over the years, and it was risky to say the least, but Alyssa at last felt like she had a purpose. She was finally doing something to avenge her family, to make things better for other families, and it didn't matter that she could die. It was worth it.

As the rebellion grew, so did their need for headstrong, dedicated leaders. They were joined at the helm by one other young man just as committed as they were, and more recently by a second woman, the highly promising and well-motivated Gloria Jameson.

OTHER;;
Alyssa's most prized possession is an extremely old, tan leather bomber jacket that once belonged to her mother, and she wears it all the time to remind her of why she's doing this and motivate her to keep going no matter how hard things get.

APPEARANCE DESCRIPTION;;
Skinny and gaunt from a combination of little food and excessive drug use, Alyssa stands at around 5'4 and often appears to be rather ill. She is rather pale, thanks to lack of exposure to daylight, although during warmer months she does build up a light tan. Her wavy, blonde hair is naturally streaked through with darker shades, and it hangs loosely around her, creating a convenient veil that helps her hide her face when needs be. Her face it's self is, as she often points out, really nothing special. Her features don't really stand out, and the one thing that could really be called distinctive about the young woman is her bright blue eyes, which are of an unusually pale shade. She rarely wears any make-up, finding it a hassle to get hold of, however when she goes out to clubs, Alyssa is rarely seen without a thick line of black Kohl surrounding those distinctive eyes of hers.

If make up is too much trouble to hunt down, changes of clothes are even more of a bother. For this reason, Alyssa has limited herself to a few basic items, which she switches around to make up outfits and washes as regularly as she can with the resources available to her. Her favourite outfit, though, and the one she's most often wearing, is made up of a pair of faded black skinny-jeans, which are closer to grey now, accompanied by a plain white tank-top, and of course her old bomber jacket, along with the one pair of shoes in her possession; a nine-year-old pair of black converse all-stars hightops that are literally dropping to pieces.

W. R. Prescott · by **W. R. Prescott** on Tue Jun 23, 2009 10:54 am

NAME;;
Eric Marshall Saunders

AGE;;
36

GENDER;;
Male

SIDE;;
Saint.

PERSONALITY;;
Eric has never been a laid backperson. He was a small child and developed a very strong self-preservation instinct. He's never truly relaxed, always looking behind him and keeping his guard up. Even while dealing with his friends and allies in the "Class of '13", Eric is a competent and cautious spy through and through. Though this attitude is obviously well-suited for his unique business, it leaves him with a short fuse and he frequently overreacts. Even his collegues at work dislike his attitude, and he frequently snaps, yells and screams at those around him for a slight mistake or problem.

Eric has never really doubted his loyalty to the Resistance. After his service in the Intelligence branch of the Armed Forces, Eric put all his considerable drive and determination into benefitting the Resistance. Despite the incrediable danger he is in every day at his job within the Peacemakers, Eric continues to smuggle whatever he can to the Resistance. However, he is more than slightly nervous at his job. He sweats and shakes during his job, particularly when speaking to his superiors.

Through his service in the Intelligence Division, Eric has become an expert at reading people's reactions and body language. Because of this, he is normally able to tell people's intentions quickly and react acordingly. This sometimes means he becomes impatient or agitated when dealing with people.

Among the Resistance, Eric is his typical self. Though he is dearly commited to the movement, Eric remains cautious among his comrades in arms. He deals quickly and imperonally with the leaders and members. However, he harbors a deep respect and liking of fellow freedom fighters. But, if someone could get past his facade, they would discover a determined, driven, caring and knowledgeable man.

HISTORY;;
Born and raised in the Megacity, Eric was never seen as a future freedom fighter. He was short, and frequently picked on by the bullies around him. Though this activity was not unusual in this new world, Eric was one of few who considered it wrong. As he grew Eric became a conformist like everyone else, absorbed by the allure of corporate whores and money. After graduating from a good high school, Eric joined the Army as an infantryman. He was singled out for his high intelligence and cautious nature.

Finishing his basic training, Eric was promoted to Corporal and joined the Intelligence Division. He served as an officer for the next six years. He primarialy investigated potential Resistance movements outside of the City, breaking up several. After being stabbed in the calf during an operation among a small group, mostly teens, Eric was honourably discharged from the service. At the age of 25, he pursued an education at a large University, majoring in Law.

As he learned more and more, Eric began to doubt the system in which he had grown up, and which for so many years he had helped. After securing a job with the Peacemakers, he began his one man crusade against authority. Only after he met the leaders of the Class in a darkened alley did he truly become a freedom fighter. Now, he smuggles whatever he can to the "Class of'13" guns, information, and whatever he can find, while feeding what false information he can to the Peacemakers.

OTHER;;
- Knowledgeable about many useful areas, such as weaponry, explosives, intelligence gathering, warfare, logistics and the fundamentals of warfare.
- Typically carries a small switchblade with him.

APPEARANCE DISCRIPTION;;
Eric is fairly short for a man, at only 5'5 ft. Well muscled, and quite attractive. Fairly thick, brown eyebrows and combed brown hair and a rough brown soulpatch on his chin. Brown, deep eyes and short eyelashes. A rather thick, blunt, powerful face. Typically wears a snappy black dress suit and pants. Usually wears a clean white undershirt. Pretty much exactly the same as the above picture.

This is pretty well finished.

NorthernSoul · by **NorthernSoul** on Tue Jun 23, 2009 11:07 am

NAME;;
Jack Bretton

AGE;;
30

GENDER;;
Male

SIDE;;
Con

PERSONALITY;;
Very much the loner, Jack is self-reliant to the point of arrogance and has gained a reputation as somewhat of a maverick within the resistance. Despite his cocksure and sarcastic manner, he can be utterly charming when he wants to be and this, combined with an easy flirtatiousness, has enabled him to partake in a string of casual relationships that rarely last long and never amount to anything of emotional significance, at least to Jack himself.

In the field or during a mission, he acts with a tendency for ruthless self-destruction that is not so much brave as simply devoid of fear. He doesn't care about the safety of himself and a streak of selfishness ensures that he often doesn't care about the safety of others either. Although attracting some criticism and punishment from the leaders of the resistance, it is generally assumed that he acts this was due to his devotion to the cause. After all, who would be utterly willing to die for a cause they didn't believe in?

In reality, Jack's only devotion is to getting himself as far away from the megacity as possible. Once away, he envisions himself carving out a semi-nomadic life-style in which he can drift from town to town and pretend he is someone else. Because, if one pretends for long enough, it becomes true, right?

HISTORY;;
Growing up in the inner-megacity in one of many box-like apartments stacked high into tower-like blocks that jut out of the city skyline, Jack knows first-hand the effects the government and their Peacemakers were having on the ground. Such places were where the roots of the Resistance took hold and Jack, like many other teenagers, joined for the excitement and sense of purpose that could not be found in the grey drudgery and oppression of the slums.

But after a decade of slowly gaining a reputation for fearless recklessness on countless missions, he began to grow restless at what he saw as the stagnancy of the movement. Maybe it was his nomadic tendencies, maybe it was a lack of radicalism within the organisation, but pushed for change and was met with resistance. After a mission that had resulted in devastating losses, a charlatan approached Jack, knowing they would find him broken and angry; a brief window of vulnerability in which they could act. They did. And Jack became a con, selling himself for the promise of an erased memory and escape to a place far away.

OTHER;;
A brilliant bare-knuckle fighter and able to fix or makeshift-rig almost anything vaguely mechanical. He is not the best with a gun, however.

APPEARANCE DISCRIPTION;;
With easy good-looks and hard mahogany-brown eyes, Jack's even features are attractive and he is not afraid to use that particular fact to his advantage. His hair is short, dark and wavy. He is tall but not imposingly so, and he is lean but not built, with the sense of tightly-wound energy about him. Perhaps his most memorable feature would be his right hand, which is bionic and clad in gunmetal-grey steel, although he often wears gloves to conceal it.

His clothing is practical and often dark-coloured, with sturdy leather boots, dark trousers and a grey t-shirt like a camouflage against the concrete, smoke-stain brick and wire fences of the urban habitat of the Resistance. A royal blue scarf is invariably looped around his neck and has, in the past, been wrapped around his hands to protect against the steam from a leaking valve, bundled on the ground as a make-shift pillow. In the winter, a leather jacket or a unravelling woollen jumper keep away the cold.

St.Jimmy · by **St.Jimmy** on Tue Jun 23, 2009 11:36 am

NAME;;
Christian Jamie Dirnt.

AGE;;
22

GENDER;;
Male

SIDE;;
Cons - but one who is coming over to the idea of the Heroes.

PERSONALITY;;
Born into a hellish world of industrial fumes and domestic abuse, Christian was the first one in his family to run, ending up on the streets aged fifteen, and as such his morals are very low. He puts himself first every time, and doesn't particularly care for politics or resistance groups and so on; he simply sells himself to the highest bidder, because he needs food, and for food he needs money, and for money he doesn't care how low he has to sink. He lost himself a very long time ago and no one ever found him, so he's making do in the darkness and simply scrabbling at the last strands of survival, because that's the highest priority on his hierarchy of needs at the moment. Self-respect and moral beliefs concerning society don't mean much when he doesn't even know where his next meal is coming from, and that's why, even though on some level he knows he agrees with the resistance movement, he's allowed himself to be employed by the Peacemakers in an attempt to infiltrate the rebels.

He's swallowed his pride and choked on his faith to let himself be used like this, and he's given his all and his soul to the Peacemakers' cause, since he thinks that it will help him gain some standing in society, and reach this freedom that everyone talks about. Being with the rebels, however, is beginning to show Christian that this is a fake freedom - it's just the freedom to obey - and besides that, he's starting to feel intensely guilty. He likes these people, he's making friends with them, and all the while he's lying through his teeth and selling them out to the Peacemakers. Always out to save his own skin, he's too afraid to back down now, so he has to keep supplying his information, but he's starting to thoroughly regret it.

At the same time, he's seen the way that Cons are treated by the Heroes and the Saints, and he's torn between admitting to them what he's been doing, and hoping that they treat him with mercy and protect him from the Peacemakers, (who, now he works for them, know every detail of his life); torn between that and carrying on his work, even though it's killing him. Whilst he has the ability to be underhand and a liar simply to save himself, Christian is beginning to realize that the people in the resistance movement are much more genuine than anyone he has ever met before. Emotional attachments have never been high on his priority list, and he's never really had much opportunity to make them before, but now he has friends, and that's not something he really wants to throw away. Despite the fact that he puts himself first, Christian's starting to realize that maybe having other people to care about wouldn't be as bad as he's always thought.

HISTORY;;
Christian Dirnt was born in the middle of an industrial estate, youngest of seven children in a family that included an abusive relationship between his parents, an oldest brother who had been convicted by the Peacemakers for violence in the streets, a prostitute sister and three others who were trapped in relationships that mirrored their parents', and one other brother who did nothing except sit around in a haze of apathy. It was in this fume-choked world that the little boy would grow up, breathing in chemicals from the industrial plants and seeing factories as the landscape of his life every single day.

Eventually, he reached the age of fifteen and decided that enough was enough. No longer could he bear the jeers of the other boys who knew his older sister's questionable profession; no longer could he sit back and watch his father turn his fists on his mother, night after night. He packed his bags and disappeared into the setting of the unsteady refinery sun, leaving behind that town that had already destroyed his dreams.

He made his way to the heart of the megacity, where his hopes of salvation were crushed even further. The government and the Peacemakers had never been particularly interested in the estate where he had grown up, because the people there were more or less zombies, going about their work without complaint because they had no imagination with which to formulate an argument against the regime; living and dying senselessly and noiselessly and with no fuss. They were simply proletariats - nothing to worry about, because the lowest of the low would never be able to contribute to any realistic attempt at rebellion. Left to govern themselves, they did as expected and followed the rules, and those who broke them in any serious way - like Christian's brother - were reported by the mindless others who wished only to avoid trouble, and were quickly arrested or even eliminated.

Now, Christian found himelf living in a world of mass tension and borderline hysteria, but it was a silent hysteria, since none dared to admit to anything out of the ordinary. Lost and alone in this place, he survived for seven years by doing anything he could to save himself, and allowing a complete decline of any moral code he may have had. He quickly learned how to hide when the Peacemakers came, how to almost make himself invisible when he was at risk of being caught - and how to exploit the Peacemakers' aims to his own gain. The resistance began when Christian turned seventeen, but it was another five years before he would begin his betrayal. Offering himself up to work on their behalf in an attempt to infiltrate the resistance movement, he swallowed all of his mounting beliefs against the government and threw himself into the cause, hoping that this would help him to find some glimmer of light and hope in the future - hoping that his work would be rewarded with money and freedom. For a half-starved boy who had never had anything, such dreams were all he needed to begin life as a Con.

However, Christian never dreamed that he might actually grow to like the people in the resistance. No longer does he want to betray them, but he can find no way out and the deceit is killing him. Soon, he knows he is going to have to do something, but he doesn't think he can ever make it as a hero and he's too scared to admit to what he's been doing all along - scared of the reprecussions from the Peacemakers, but most of all terrified of the rejection he knows he will receive from those people who he has now come to consider as his friends.

OTHER;;
Since the age of sixteen, Christian has been taking drugs. He's addicted now, but this doesn't particularly concern him, since the drugs provide the release he needs to escape from his life. Seeing life through an opium-soaked lens is preferable to the reality of things, and that's why Christian continues to take without shame.

APPEARANCE DESCRIPTION;;
Christian has very dark hair - naturally black, rather than merely very dark brown - but over the years it has faded slightly and is no longer so coal black as it was when he was younger. This contrasts sharply with his pale face, made paler by the drugs he has been pumping into his system since the age of sixteen, and it is the drugs that have led to the scars on his arms. Christian despises the fact that these scars are all he really has to show for his pointless life, and yet he does not despise the drugs, since they are what have kept him going. He tends to have dark circles around his eyes, and these are a dull, dark green shade.

Expensive items of clothing are not luxuries that Christian can afford. He has a vintage pair of black hi-top Converse All-Stars that are his pride and joy, and which he stole from a retro clothing shop, (the owner of this place was soon after removed by the Peacemakers). Apart from these, he wears ripped jeans and dark t-shirts or shirts underneath his favourite battered leather jacket, and that's the entirety of his wardrobe.

Standing at 5'8", Christian is fairly tall, and weighs around 134lbs. He's never been particularly heavily built, since he doesn't have the nourishment to gain that sort of muscle, and yet, he can hold his own in a fight. Street fighting is something that he had to pick up quickly, and that means he has a wiry strength that he can use if he needs it. He still can't stand up against anyone much stronger than him, though, which is one of the reasons he tends to rely on underhand methods to save his own skin.

SaveYou · by **SaveYou** on Tue Jun 23, 2009 12:16 pm

Alright guys, get the profiles up/edited when you can.

W. R. Prescott, the Saints aren't independant, their part of the resistance, which is the organized group, so they work for the benefit of them, and regularly meet up with them - does that answer your question?

W. R. Prescott · by **W. R. Prescott** on Tue Jun 23, 2009 3:41 pm

Certainly, I understand now. The profile is finished now, by the way.

Kaida · by **Kaida** on Tue Jun 23, 2009 5:46 pm

NAME;;
first middle last: Evelynn B. Anon

AGE;; 18

GENDER;;
Female

SIDE;;
heroes

PERSONALITY;;
Evelynn is a bit demented and rebellious when compared to others of her age she has a disturbing secret about her past that she has never told anyone which is why she is how she is now, Even though her mind is warped she is still pretty normal and can function with society seeing as when she is not on an assignment or doing official buisiness she is often out doing normal teenage things.

HISTORY;;
Evelynns mind was warped at a young age when she saw her parents slaughtered by government officials and killed the man that did it leaving his cut up body all over enemy base then ran off to join the heroes. Growing up with the resistance she had been sent out into the feild plenty of times as a spy since noone would suspect a teenage girl as any form of threat to them. Anytime she would have to kill someone she would just say she was lost and needed a place to stay, Earn their trust and then slaughter them.

OTHER;;
N/A

APPEARANCE DISCRIPTION:
Evelynn has short emo styled hair dyed black and blonde and her ears are gauged to a 16, wears black half rimmed metal frame glasses and has piercing silverish-grey-blue eyes that often change color, Prefers just about anything but the color pink.

MidniteHallows · by **MidniteHallows** on Tue Jun 23, 2009 5:58 pm

NAME;;
Stasya (stay-sh-uh) Marie Havok

AGE;;
Eighteen

GENDER;;
Female

SIDE;;
Hereos

PERSONALITY;;
A fierce warrior for the cause but a rebel without. Stasya is a very rebellious and violent girl; she'll break the rules just because they're there. She is quite sarcastic and tends to tease and make fun of people, whether she knows and/or likes them. Even though she is a frustratingly mean trouble-maker, she knows where she stands. She gives herself boundaries to follow and never crossed them, unless she isn't in control. No one knows exactly why this is since she usually keeps to herself and never talks about her past except for the things she has done that she considers interesting. She wasn't always like this, though.

She is very quick to anger, a lot of times she simply bottle her emotions up. This makes her a walking time bomb; no one ever knows when she's going to just blow up. Stasya dislikes emotions besides anger and determination, especially fear and sadness. Those two emotions she considers weakness and never, under any circumstances, shows them. She has a short fuse and has been known to do some indescribable things when she has been angry. Get her angry enough (or hit her in the face) and she'll completely lose control, something everyone refers to as 'Dr Jekyll And Mr Hyde Syndrome.' When in one of her "fits", she goes against everything and she's done terrible things. She loves fights, both verbal and physical since she knows she is good at both. She is full of hatred for all (which most find the reason for her fury fits), even those she calls friends and allies; but especially toward the government.

A quick and strategical thinker since she was twelve years old when she ran away from home, Stasya loves things that makes her use her mind. She is independent, clever, strict to her own rules, and a problem solver. Over-coming obstacles in is what she is mainly good at, next to fighting.

HISTORY;;
Born on Hallow's Eve along with her two triplets in a small wasteland that could barely be called a town, Stasya was one of six children: four boys, two girls. Her mother and father were fair and allowing enough for the first three years of her life. It was a simple life any child would like having grown up in such a place. She was close with her two oldest siblings; her brother was two years older than herself and her sister was three years older than that. She also became amazingly close with her father. Her other brother (beside her two triplets) was only a year older, but he had been in a hit-and-run accident that put him in critical condition and a coma only days before the birth of the triplets.

One cold and rainy night, the Havok family acquired news that Mr. Havok had been in a fatal accident by local police. He had been driving down the highway when a drunken and newly-wedded couple had run his car across the highway into on-coming traffic. The on-coming traffic battered his car back and forth until it took a plunge into a river. Stasya was devastated and in denial. How could her father leave her and her siblings like this? Rage boiled inside her as she thought more and more about the couple.

Nine years later her mother had been re-married for seven years to a man Stasya utterly loathed and the brother that had been in a coma had recovered. He was trying to replace her father, already having a kid. She sat on the couch with her brothers and sister when their step-father walked into the house. He was drunk again, of course. But something else had Stasya worried. She knew her mom was cheating on their step-father; right this very moment, in fact. Her step-father walked into the bedroom and Stasya heard her mother gasp. She looked at her other siblings as their step-father yelled and cursed with a slur. His boots thudded on the floor then there was silence before her mother began to beg, her voice was thick as she sobbed. Stasya jumped about three feet in the air when gun shots rang out. Her face turned red with fury as she stood up and stomped toward her mother's bedroom. She looked at her step-father, his shoot gun in one hand, as he shot again but this time it was the man her mother had been cheating on him with. Her step-father turned and walked toward the living room, shoving Stasya out of his way and into the wall. Stasya got up quickly and ran to the living room as her siblings began yelling. Another shot echoed and her sister lay dead on the floor. "Run! Go! NOW!" Stasya jumped onto her step-father's back, putting him into the tightest choke hold she could manage as her brothers ran for their lives into the night. As soon as her brothers were gone, she dropped off and ran out the door with only thoughts of revenge; no longer did she care for anything else.

It wasn't easy living on the streets as a kid. She had only been 12 when she ran away after her step-father so carelessly murdered her mother and sister. She hadn't found her surviving siblings that night or the next morning. Now, three years later, she had yet to find them. She watched with disgust what the government was doing to what had so proudly been called Americans, now it was a disgrace to be one. They were next on her list to somehow get revenge on. It would be as easy as her task at hand but she would do something, even if it was something small, to bring down the cruel, cruel government. However, she was now looking at her main task, something she had to be rid of: her step-father. She crouched in a dark alley, watching him with a scowl. Should his death be slow and painful or quick and ruthless, she thought to herself. Grabbing the knife from her pocket, Stasya walked quietly out of the alley behind him. The street was too crowded for her to take revenge where she had spotted him so she walked casually behind him, waiting for the people to begin to disappear. Tonight was the night she would kill him, even if it meant dying herself.

A resistance? Seventeen year old Stasya couldn't believe it even though she had first heard about it two years ago. She had to find them and find out how to join. She knew she wasn't alone, now. But how could she find them without getting caught or exposing them? Stasya smirked, glad to have a real problem at hand. She knew she would find a way to find the resistance and get in, no matter what it required. She had been waiting for something like this for what felt like her whole life. It wasn't going to be easy but nothing in her life was. She set out

OTHER;;
Stasya smokes a lot, though, mostly when she's stressed out or thinking deeply about something. Also, she is good with weapons but particularly a knife (mostly her switchblade) and her own body.

APPEARANCE DISCRIPTION;;
Stasya stands at five feet, eleven inches and weighs one hundred twenty-three pounds. She is thin with little muscle (it exists but she isn't exactly ripped to say the least) and has a very pale complexion. Her hair is long (coming to her mid-back), straight with the ends curling inward slightly, and auburn. Her eyes are a dark green, like trees in the deepest depth of the forest. She has a snakebite on her bottom lip and her left nostril is pierced. She has a solid, navy blue star tattoo on the back of her neck, blood-dripping barbed wire bands on both her wrists, and a skull on her left arm just below the shoulder. She wears lots of torn up, baggy jeans, spiked belts, tight band tee-shirts or just plain tight black shirts, converse or combat boots, and typically a hat or beanie. She always has on thick eyeliner and her nails are painted black with a white stripe on the tips.
Posture: Stasya does not have good posture and tends to slouch a lot.

W. R. Prescott · by **W. R. Prescott** on Tue Jun 23, 2009 7:30 pm

More males are needed...

SaveYou · by **SaveYou** on Wed Jun 24, 2009 2:33 am

Kaida, I'm going to say no - your profile isn't detailed enough compared to everyone else's, with just one small paragraph for everything, despite me asking for detail; and then her eyes can change colour? wtf? - sorry, but this RP isn't for you.

MidniteHallows, accepted.

And yeah, we do need more boys, but I'll wait and see - I'll accept one more girl application, before only accepting boys.

StarStruck · by **StarStruck** on Wed Jun 24, 2009 8:31 am

NAME;;
Clarity Air Rodes

AGE;;
21

GENDER;;
Female

SIDE;;
Cons

PERSONALITY;;
Being arrogant and ignorant really doesn't help Clarity out as she tries to retrieve information from the resistance group. Clarity grew up getting what she wanted, so that's really all she knows. She grew up with luxury this and luxury that, so being out with the resistance group is a bit hard. Not many of them are well fed or well bathed and on normal occasions, those are the types of people that Clarity looks down on.

Her parents had always taught her that money solves all problems, and since the government paid her parents, the government had always been basically worshipped in her home. Clarity doesn't understand why people would want to fight against them. Sure, it has become a bit corrupt but it's not like Clarity's parents weren't involved in many of the scandals, so she stays on the government's side. Rebelling is something that is so stupid in her opinion. She believes that the rebels in the resistance group are just jealous that they don't have a lot of money or respect, and are deciding to take it out on the government. She's too stubborn to get that it is the government's fault.

At times though, Clarity isn't the snobby bitch that she first comes across to be. She really is peace loving, and that's another reason why she doesn't like the rebellion. Although she does frown upon most of the resistance members habits, she has taken a liking to a select few of them and sometimes she'll offer them a spare dollar or piece of bread. Growing up with so many younger siblings, it's hard for Clarity not to act motherly. She knows that she can't make it obvious that she isn't one of "them" so she normally stays quiet, rarely putting her two-cents in at meetings and what not.

HISTORY;;
September 21st, 2692, was a happy day for the new mother and father, Bliss and Jamie Rodes. Their first daughter, Clarity Air, had just been born, and the young couple was thrilled. Over the next year, Clarity was introduced to the life she would be living. Bliss was off of her maternity leave after a month of staying at home with her new daughter, and Jamie was also busy working in alliance with the government, so Clairty got her first nanny. It's not like she remembers the woman though, because she was fired only six months later when it was found out that Bliss was pregnant again. Fast forward nine months, and you've got a little baby girl, Charter Rose who is the new addition, or attention stealing, to the family.

This seemed to go on for years, until Bliss Rodes was finally done after having nine children. It wasn't common to have this many children, but Jamie really wanted a son, and they continued trying until their last baby ended up being a boy.

Some people think having a lot of siblings might be fun. It isn't for Clarity. Growing up she was always asked to help out the nannies with her siblings, and even when she wasn't, they were constantly pestering her to play with them. She began to grow sick of her family, but never protested helping around. Her dad held the credit card, and being deprived of a shopping spree was not something that Clarity was going to do.

Work hours were getting longer for government workers as the resistance group began to grow and grow. Pressure was put on Clarity by her parents to join the group as a con, and once she turned nineteen she decided to try it. Her parents were extremely happy with her desicion and Clarity liked the fifteen minutes of fame that she got in her home for those few days. Her parents also ended up buying her an apartment , but stupidly it is located in the wealthier area of town.

Her first day with the group was awkard. She was wearing a pair of jeans that were tattered at the bottoms, and her younger sister's sneakers that were covered in dirt. The entire idea of her appearence having to look like this disgusted Clarity, but she seemed to fit in fine, because she was accepted into the group. The only problem for Clarity, is that every night after being with the group, she is forced to get back to her apartment without being followed. Clarity doesn't think that anyone suspects her being a spy, but everytime she makes it back to the higher end of town, she always feels like she's being stalked, and she is scared that one day someone will find out and kill her.

OTHER;;
Clarity isn't moving over towards the heros side, but she does withhold some information from the government. She fears the safety of some of the resistance members and doesn't want anything to happen to them that would be her fault.

APPEARANCE DISCRIPTION;;
Clarity's appearence means the world to her, but when she is around the resistance group, she is normally stuck making herself look bad. Her auburn hair is always brushed to perfection, and is usually left down so other people can admire her beauty. Her eyes share that same auburn hue, and are always neatly outlined in eyeliner. Mascra is a necessity for Clarity, because she believes her average length eyelashes aren't long enough, and so she makes sure to coat them in the best mascara everyday.
Not having much self esteem, Clarity always seems to find something wrong with herself. Some days her nose looks too big, and the next day she's crying because her skin is too pale. Her main problem though, is her weight. It's not like she's fat or anything, but Clarity does eat when she gets depressed and it's not like you would ever see her at the gym. She weighs in at around 175 lbs, which isn't bad for a girl who's 5'7".
A normal outfit for Clarity really depends on the day. If it's warm out, she can be seen wearing shorts that are probably too short for her, a tank top or a nice blouse. She'll normally wear something bright like an orange or green color, black when she is feeling fat and white when she thinks she needs to look tanner. Flats and gladiator sandals are her favorite types of shoes, but if she can, she'll wear anything other than sneakers. If it's colder out, Clarity can be seen wearing red, navy or dark green. She loves dressing in sweaters, jeans, nice coats and fashionable hats for the weather. When she is around the resistance group though, Clarity will use the money she gets from the government to buy clothes that she rips and tears. She'll splatter it in mud and dirt to make it look worn out, as if she really were suffering from the government.

NorthernSoul · by **NorthernSoul** on Wed Jun 24, 2009 5:19 pm

Hey, I'm not going to be around until Friday so I'll fill in the rest of Jack's profile then. Hope it looks OK so far. But if you want to get started then do go on without me- I'm happy to bring in my charrie a few posts later than everyone else (provided it doesn't get too far ahead!). Sorry!

Saint Lucifer · by **Saint Lucifer** on Thu Jun 25, 2009 1:03 am

NAME;;
Gerard ~~Blue~~ Grace

AGE;;
21

GENDER;;
Male

SIDE;;
Saints

PERSONALITY;;
Well, I've got a fever. A non-believer. I'm in a state of grace.

Gerard Grace? Well, he's more than a little insane. He seems to be always slightly disconnected from the world, he doesn't seem to really give a shit for anything or anyone, and oh, his speech is completely fucked up. Half the time no one knows what he's saying (it sounds like he's taking lines from songs and jamming them together, or making them up on the spot in bouts of poetic insanity). It's almost impossible to tell what mood he's in: his state of mind seems to jump from lazy to determined to furious, with a detour to depressed, in a heartbeat. Gerard has broken his fingers and lied through his teeth: he is an excellent actor/liar, and he gets a kick out of feeding false information to the government with his trademark fierce enthusiasm, and loves it when they fall for his act.

This diabolic state is gracing my existence.

~~Saint~~ Gerard laughs at the oddest of times, in the oddest of situations. He never laughs when everyone else is chuckling away, but cackles away at things only he finds amusing (and often completely inappropriately). He laughs when people die, or get hurt. He snickers at people with loud mouths and few ideas. He's in stitches when someone presents what they think is an amazing idea to him and he dislikes everything about it. Sometimes he even laughs at nothing.

Maybe maybe you're the chemical reaction.

Gerard is at his most frightening when the DESTROYDESTROYBURNDESTROY switch in his head is flipped to ON. It doesn't happen daily, but it happens often enough, and when he gets into the mood where he just wants to go around smashing things and setting other things on fire, there's not much that can stop him. "You're a victim of your symptom," someone once told him, but he's never seen it as an ailment. It's a weird kind of disorder, this urge to destroy, but it's the feeling Gerard loves most in the world.

HISTORY;;
Gerard was born in the heart of the megacity, and has lived in the megacity his entire life. He doesn't often speak of his early, because he hates the idea of being tied down by anyone, even those who conceived him. The story is fairly simple, though: Michael Grace was his own worst enemy ('he wasn't stoned, he was just fucked up'), and Lee Costello was a self-destruct mission, a molotov cocktail on the house. And Michael + Lee = some mental kid with his father's white-blond hair and his mother's love for demolition/self-destruction.

As a kid, Gerard was always eager to get out. He craved independency, and always felt like he was born in the wrong era. As a young teenager, he walked around telling people, "I don't give a shit about the modern age. I don't want to live in the modern world." It was in his early teens that his strange passion for destroying things really started to bloom, and he and a couple of other teens used to go on rampages through the city, avoiding Peacemakers and making beelines for old cars/petrol tanks that they could blow up. Once Gerard even lit a thermite flowerpot on top of a car, which was a memory he still treasures.

Gerard left his high-as-the-heavens father and violent, unstable mother as soon as he possibly could. For awhile he walked the streets of the megacity on his own, stringing together phrases in his poetic insanity under his breath as he walked alone, avoiding Peacemakers and the government and any signs of the law. For a year, Gerard Blue Grace felt like he didn't exist, and to the rest of the world, he didn't. He was invisible. Non-existent. He didn't matter, and that was what he liked to be: one teenager, observing, through large, thick glasses, a world that never looked back.

And then Gerard grew bored of sitting on the sidelines, watching the megacity choke but not doing anything about it. And that was how he came to join the resistance: that was how he came to be a Saint. Just fighting for independance was not how Gerard wanted to go: he wanted to have some fun whilst doing it, and so decided to lead the Peacemakers on false trails and play with the heads of the members of the government. No one knew the story of Saint Gerard Grace: the government didn't care for one bespectacled, icy-eyed boy, and when he had been going on his destruction missions when he was younger, he had been very good at avoiding being caught. So no one knew who it was that blew up cars and smashed windows, and the government didn't have any reason to suspect he was a liar when he began to feed them false information.

He's the resistance's resident crackhead, the mental boy with too-large glasses that some aren't all too eager to approach, but he knows what's worth fighting for and fuck will he fight for it. He doesn't care if he goes down.

But if he goes down, he'll go down laughing, with a raised middle finger to the world.

OTHER;;
On the subject of girls/love, Gerard has only ever had one girlfriend. The relationship was brief, and she didn't understand him or the way his mind worked, and he was bored of her from the start. Gerard never loved his parents, and he has no idea whether or not he'd be the kind of person to fall in love.

APPEARANCE DISCRIPTION;;
The first thing anyone notices about Gerard Grace is the glasses he always wears. They're slightly too big for his face, and his eyesight is actually perfect (the lenses are just glass), but he is never seen without them. No one knows why he wears them, and when asked, he always replies, "Would you love me, if I was anything but what I am?" which may or may not be a line he stole from an old movie.

Gerard stands at roughly 5ft 9in, and has a slim, deceptive frame that doesn't betray how strong he really is. He has pale skin and ice-blue eyes that are slightly daunting to look at (thank God he never removes his glasses). His thick white-blond hair is always styled into a smooth, sweeping fringe at the front, and spiked up crazily at the back.

Black, white, and all shades of grey are the only colours in Gerard's wardrobe: he simply refuses to touch anything else. His dress style changes constantly: for awhile, he wore a smart black tux and white top hat, but recently he's taken to dressing school-uniform style: grey, v-neck knit jersey, pinstripe shirt, black trousers with a crease ironed in and shiny black shoes, pulled together with either a black tie or a white ribbon done in a bow at his collar.

SaveYou · by **SaveYou** on Thu Jun 25, 2009 1:33 am

Northern Soul, don't worry about it; I'll start the RP later tonight so you don't fall too far behind.

Beth, no worries, take your time c:

Whatsername · by **Whatsername** on Thu Jun 25, 2009 8:34 am

*squeal* There is no way that I couldn't make an attempt to get into this RP. Anything relating to Green Day must be good, and this storyline is amazing. Just a question, what type of false information do the charlatans feed the resistance group?

NAME;;
James "Jimmy" Landon Pierce

AGE;;
22

GENDER;;
Male

SIDE;;
Heroes

PERSONALITY;;
Jimmy is just angry. Sometimes his anger comes from boredom, and sometimes it is from hatred. He's not the nicest guy to hang around, and his idea of the revolution isn't really to gain back free rights, but just to destroy - completely destory the government. It's not like he's always horrible, but if you catch him in one of his moods, you might want to hide. He's not scared to kill a man who he doesn't think is helping them, or threaten people even in the group. Jimmy knows the boundaries though, and although he does cross the line sometimes, he tries not to.
The leaders of the group are really the only people that he does listen to, probably only because he has respect for them. He likes the way that they have decided to take charge and fight for the cause, rather than themselves as Jimmy is doing. They look out for the members and always seem to know what choice to make in a quick decision.
The only soft spot that Jimmy really has is for when a guy is doing something to a girl. Having a rough past with his parents like that, Jimmy won't hesitate to get into a fight when it's involving a bastard like that. He enjoys the violence, but also feels like he's doing something that he should have done years ago when he watched it at home.

HISTORY;;
"I'm the son of rage and love."
The marriage between Jimmy's parents was always a mystery to him. How could a young, kind and beautiful woman ever fall in love with a worthless scum bag of a man? A man who was constantly yelling and cursing, or out working as a charlatan for the government? He was a disgusting man, and Jimmy always felt that he wasn't meant for this world. He couldn't take watching his mother be beaten on the days where she would make a comment about how a resistance group was growing, and how maybe the revolution was a good thing. It was disgraceful in Jimmy's eyes, and so at a young age he started to believe that a revolution was necessary.
"Ha Ha you're dead, And I'm so happy. In loving memory of your demise."
Maybe that was why his father was his first victim, or maybe he was just the only person that Jimmy had ever grown to hate. He was seventeen at the time, and as the knife blade pierced the sweaty chest of his father, Jimmy smiled. Tales from another broken home.

EDITING!

OTHER;;
anything else you feel like saying?

APPEARANCE DISCRIPTION;;
don't slack on this - describe height, weight if you can, eye colour, skin colour, hair colour, any distinguishing marks/tattoos/piercings, how they dress, don't be lazy!

I've got to go now D:. Don't worry, I'm still working on the personality and history as well as the ones I haven't even started yet. My apologies!

SaveYou · by **SaveYou** on Thu Jun 25, 2009 9:46 am

-high five for your username-
You have no idea how much I spazzed out when I saw that xD

The Charlatans give them all types of information about the government, like any big decisions made - they twist it up so they can discredit the resistance, or give them a false address to riot at so they can be caught, tried, and killed. Hope that answers your question =D

Alright, the IC is going up sometime in the next hour, so if you're online, look for it in the New Threads section; if not, a link to it will be under the header in the first post.

Whatsername · by **Whatsername** on Fri Jun 26, 2009 8:43 am

Okay, I am having a brain freeze with my profile. Do you mind if I switch over to one of the heroes? I'm doing horribly with the charlatan. If so, I'll probably be able to finish my profile in the next hour and get a post up on the IC. My parents are taking me on some stupid excursion to London this afternoon, so I won't be on for the rest of the night after four UK Time, or whatever the hell you call it. Sorry for the troubles!

SaveYou · by **SaveYou** on Fri Jun 26, 2009 8:45 am

Don't worry about it - switch all you like, and post whenever you can

Saint Lucifer · by **Saint Lucifer** on Sat Jun 27, 2009 12:35 am

Hey Laridoll, I think I finished my profile. Is it Good enough?

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