N a m e l e s s (Accepting. Semi-lit)

[Sergeant Nuggeht]

{no probs, here he is.}

“ Austin Withers ”

“ 17 years old - bro, yes: turning 18 soon.”

“ Male ”

“ 12/05/1996 - Happy Birthday? ”

“ Smart, Easily Excited, Gulliable and Unpredictable - How did I get this far in life? I'm suprised I haven't fallen into the traps of the Loyalty.. ”

“ I escaped to the Resistance - With my older brother, Matthew, he was going to die at the age of 10. He never made it. His barcode expired on the way. ”

“ Resistance - Forever. ”

“ 31/03/2023 - The thirty-first of March, 2023. The date of today, but not 10 years in time. I will die when I am 27, but not if the Resistance has got anything to do with it. ”

[~TheGirlOnFire~]

.:Name:.
Rigina Elizabeth Taylor, But most everyone in the resistance calls me Rig (pronounced Rij)
Age-
I am seventeen, almost eighteen. I think that s how old I am, Honestly I dont know my real birth date, I don't really pay attention to that sort of thing.
Gender-
I am a female, are you serious? Do I really look that masculine?
Date of birth-
Like I said before I am not that sure when the actual date is but I know it falls in June. I think around June 18th 1995
Appearance-
I have light brown hair. Sometimes my hair appears orange-ish in the sun, which I like. My eyes are green. They are a little specked with gold so they shimmer in the right light.I have no peircings, or tattoos. never really had an interest in them. I have a clear complextion. But I do have freckles on my face and nose. But not too many. It comes from being in the sun a lot. I tan pretty easily and dont ever burn. I weigh around 121 pounds and stand about 5 feet 6 inches tall. Not super model like, but healthy and I have a great muscualr build, very athletic. I enjoy running and working out to stay fit and ready for anything.
Personality-
I generaly keep to myself. I don't always speak my mind, but when I do it is always honest. When I choose to speak, I will admit it isnt always good. I don't have many friends, some think I'm too extreme and dont care for anyone elses safety I guess I could say I am a little bit reckless. I am young and reckless, what does everyone suspect? I am not the most responsible person either, but I always get the job done, what ever it is. I will never say no and am determined to finish what ever I have started.
History-
I grew up in the resistance. I never came in close contact with any of the Loyals before. But I have been trained to hate them. On my thirteenth birthday the camp was invaded and my brother and my father were killed. They were turned into Loyals and I never saw them again. As for my mother, I don't really talk to her much. She is kind of a shut in and won't talk to people. She never really talked in the first place, so I'm okay with her being silent most of the time.
Loyalty or Resistance-
Resistance, I have never been a Loyalty, and I would never want to get caught up in it.


.:Name:.
Tarrance Jacob Bradley. But most people just call me Tar (pronounced Tare)
Age-
I am eighteen years old. Working on ninteen.
Gender-
Male, I hope you can tell without me telling you...
Date of birth-
July 16th 1995, I think anyway.
Appearance-
I have short-ish brown hair. I usually spike it or gell it, I never like to wear it down. I have beautiful blue eyes. Yes borwn hair blue eyes, every girls dream! Anyway I have tan skin and never burn. I have a clear complextion and almost no freckles. I guess it is safe to say I have perfect skin. I have a tattoo, on my wrist. All Loyals have them. It has my code. I don't have peircing s though, I think they are uncomfortable, and I don't think they belong on guys. I weigh 156 pounds, all muscle. My height is about 6 foot 2 inches. And my body type is athletic and muscular.
Personality-
I am usually a very happy and peppy person. I am always happy and nothing ever seems to really down my mood. I like to meet new people and be around old friends. I usually lie however. It would only to be to save someone from the truth. I lie only to make people feel better. I know lieing is wrong, but sometimes telling a small lie is better than revealing a terrible truth. I love to laugh and have lots of fun, sometimes I even pull pranks and make up jokes. In summary I am a very moral person and like to see everyone happy. But I am always curious if i was ever part of teh resistance, but I can never remeber. I mean what was my old self like?
History-
For all I can remember I have been a Loyalist. I can't remember ever being in the resistance or any other group. So I can only say that I had a pretty good life as a Loyal. I had a mother, and a father. I had no siblings, I was an only child, which I didn't really mind at all. I was very spoiled. But I was trained forever to love the governemtns, but hat ethe resistance. What did the resistance see that I didn't why aren't they Loyal? That is one thing I always find myself up in the middle of the night eating myself up about. I'm not sure if I was one of them at one point or not. And I might want to join them, but how could I escape?
Loyalty or Resistance-
Loyalty, all my life-or that I can remember...
If Loyalty or previous member of, what is the date of death?
Died: August 14th 2078

[Kattoria]

{Sorry, had a few errands to run. Accepted!}

{Jay

He was set to work watching the Loyalties. Yes, he was positioned in a factory, going about 'daily' life. Well, daily life for a Loyalty. The grind of the machines, the idle talk of the brainwashed, and the whir of the fans practically stung his ears. "They know I hate this job. He thought bitterly. "At least there's a raid later today. At least then I'll have something to pay attention to." The old woman next to him coughed, dropping the bolts and screws she had in her hands. She crumpled to the ground, hands splayed on either side of her. "Eliza!" A small girl called, running to her. "Stop. Back to your station." A guard said, staring coldly at the spectacle in front of him. "She's dying!" "Her date is up." Eliza jerked, her whole body seeming as if it was being electrified, and went still. The girl broke down into tears, "Grandma!" She wailed. Jay, having to stay in character, turner his head to the side and lept working. "She might have been able to live longer if not for the date..."

{Kaya

Kaya closed her door to her small little apartment and walked out. She stumbled on the rocky, broken sidewalk that no one ever bothered to fix. Her shoe had a hole at the toes, so she was careful not to walk in water. The barcode on her wrist sent a small jolt of pain through her arm. It did that some times, like everyone else; a reminder of their impending deaths that they had no way of stopping or postponing...

[jane lane]

{Sorry, had a few errands to run. Accepted!}

{Jay

He was set to work watching the Loyalties. Yes, he was positioned in a factory, going about 'daily' life. Well, daily life for a Loyalty. The grind of the machines, the idle talk of the brainwashed, and the whir of the fans practically stung his ears. "They know I hate this job. He thought bitterly. "At least there's a raid later today. At least then I'll have something to pay attention to." The old woman next to him coughed, dropping the bolts and screws she had in her hands. She crumpled to the ground, hands splayed on either side of her. "Eliza!" A small girl called, running to her. "Stop. Back to your station." A guard said, staring coldly at the spectacle in front of him. "She's dying!" "Her date is up." Eliza jerked, her whole body seeming as if it was being electrified, and went still. The girl broke down into tears, "Grandma!" She wailed. Jay, having to stay in character, turner his head to the side and lept working. "She might have been able to live longer if not for the date..."

{Kaya

Kaya closed her door to her small little apartment and walked out. She stumbled on the rocky, broken sidewalk that no one ever bothered to fix. Her shoe had a hole at the toes, so she was careful not to walk in water. The barcode on her wrist sent a small jolt of pain through her arm. It did that some times, like everyone else; a reminder of their impending deaths that they had no way of stopping or postponing...

Zachary

Zachary sharply turned a corner, looking down at his dirty shoes. Not realizing Kaya was walking his way, he kept going. Only when he bumped straight into her did he notice. Blinking sharply and looking up, Zachary said "Oh. Hello, Kaya. Sorry." he swallowed nervously and stepped aside so she could walk forward.

Alexis

Deep in thought, Alexis continued to walk slowly and listlessly through the factory grounds.She didn't notice her tangerine hair whisking about in the wind and she had nothing better to do, so what was better than taking a lonely walk? Time where she was able to think, talk to herself and dream. Until she approached the factory doors themselves. The clanking of machines, the whirring of fans and the crying of poor Loyalty people. Alexis looked down at her wrist and could only think of how lucky she was- to not to be brainwashed.

[Kattoria]

{Jay

The girl was pulled from the room and into an office. Moments later, she returned with wide, glassy eyes. Jay grit his teeth. "Because an extra brainwashing always helps a person." He thought. The girl walked back to her station and moved limply. She dropped several screws and bolts, but didn't pay attention. No one said anything else about Eliza. Her body was dragged rather harshly from the room.

{Kaya

She blinked, looking up from her slight though-trance. "Fine." She said dismissively, walking past. Kaya didn't like getting involved with people. Nothing past the polite greetings. Friends died too quickly here. Most didn't live long enough to bother being honest. She didn't want to deal with people.

[undertaker.]

Vincent ignored all the other occurrences and focused on doing his work. The truth was, he didn't want to see anything that might be unsettling, and that wouldn't be a rare thing. Every so often he would glance down at his wrist, frowning at the given date. He only had about six or so years left, then he would die. What a life. Not that he really minded it, he wanted an honest life, even if it was a short one.

Alice snorted a little as she eyed the a few of the Loyalty. What fools. She honestly felt sorry for them. They had a given date of their deaths; what kind of life was that? It should be one full of surprises. Her hands clutched the pockets of her worn-out jeans in anger. She hated the government, hated them! What right did they have to control people's lives like it they were nothing? It wasn't fair. That's why she was in the Resistance.

[jane lane]

{Jay

The girl was pulled from the room and into an office. Moments later, she returned with wide, glassy eyes. Jay grit his teeth. "Because an extra brainwashing always helps a person." He thought. The girl walked back to her station and moved limply. She dropped several screws and bolts, but didn't pay attention. No one said anything else about Eliza. Her body was dragged rather harshly from the room.

{Kaya

She blinked, looking up from her slight though-trance. "Fine." She said dismissively, walking past. Kaya didn't like getting involved with people. Nothing past the polite greetings. Friends died too quickly here. Most didn't live long enough to bother being honest. She didn't want to deal with people.

Zachary
Zachary shrugged at Kaya's rude attitude and walked on down the sidewalk. He could tell she didn't want to be friends and he was fine with that. Nobody ever wanted to be friends with a shy guy. Why would they? He didn't talk, he was too kind. You couldn't be kind here- in the Loyalty. He just couldn't wait until he met his barcode date. He sighed and walked through an alley to work.

Alexis

Walking through the factory doors to meet Jay and Alice, Alexis's eye followed an old lady's body - being dragged across the floor. Her hands were splayed out next to her, showing her tattooed, wrinkled wrist. A tear of pity rolled across her cheek and she clipped across the floor in her small, stained high heels. She noticed both of them standing behind one of the large rusty machines.

[Sergeant Nuggeht]

{Austin is finished}

[Kattoria]

{Cool! You can just jump into the roleplay. Bump into either of my characters, if you like.}

[pappuppy]

}:*. Felicity "Sawyer" Dawson.*:{

I will follow the light. Even when the day is done. I'll bring everyone back to a world we can be proud of!

Sawyer sat ontop of the tallest building in the city, her blue eyes shaded over. She let one of her legs hang over the edge, while the other was pulled up to her chest, and used to support her chest. The wind brushed through the old city, and ran fingers through her snowflake white hair. The cold breeze made her squeeze her leg to her chest tightly, and caused her to bury her face into the fabric covering her knee.

Closing those two deep blues, Sawyer allowed her mind to rest, and herself to simply be at ease. Very carefully, she drew in a deep breath, filling her lungs with the cold air. She pictured herself, standing tall among the ranks of her few remaining friends. Lights burned in everyone's gaze. The Rebellion was now, and they would not back down. Among their ranks, Sawyer pictured a spot beside her, empty and waiting for her brother to claim his rightful rank at her side. They would reunite one day, she believed that with her heart, with her last remaining breath, that they would find one another, they would find the light.

Sawyer could hear people bustling in the streets and factories below. She gazed over the edge, and slowly breathed out a sigh. She knew that it was time to go, she had a job to do, that much she could finish now.

The white haired girl stood up just as a gale of wind grabbed at her coat tail. Her hair was taken to the side by the gales hidden fingertips, the wind grabbing and nipping at her coat as she stood tall on the ledge of the building. There was nothing better than the rush it sent through her. The adrenaline that rushed through her veins. It was aenough for her, it was enough to fuel her desires even further. Spinning around her eyes scraped the sight of the Capital building. Richard's daycare.

Sawyer narrowed her blues into hateful daggers. He's the reason for it all, and she was sure that they would succeed. By they, she meant the Resistance, and she was determined to bring him down in flames.

Sawyer sighed, and tore her eyes away. Richard would need to wait a little longer, but she would be sure to get her revenge on the cold hearted mongrel. The teenager walked to the ladder hidden over the ledge, and jumped over it. Catching the rungs, Sawyer slid down the ladder quickly. Her boots hit the pavement of a dark ally, and she pulled her bright red scarf around her neck, hiding the lower half of her face, and turned up the collar of her coat. With that, she left the ally, and entered the crowd of Loyalists. Trying to blend in, Sawyer spotted a small resturaunt, where she witnessed two rather, shadey characters walking in. Without breaking stride, she slipped in after them.