The Council (Open and accepting) ~Remake~

[Quit cs]

(ok :3)

Tikal felt herself get shoved, and being a person who didn't take getting pushed around so lightly, she shoved her back rather hard, and her hand went to the hilt of a dagger in case this person was someone against the rebels. She knew she had to get home to the base quickly. But if she had an opponent, then so be it, she'd take her on.

[horrorterror]

(Oh dear. I thought I had responded to this.)
Dementra turned to the girl, and grabbed her collar, roughly slapping her in the face. She fished her ID out of her pocket and held it in front on this bold girl's face,"You see this? This is a 'do whatever I want and get away with it' card. If you want to see tomorrow, stay out of the way, civi."

[solo]

Name: Oliver Finch
Gender M
Age: 12? 13?
Side: Rebels
Rank: Civilian, kind of

Personality: Very quite most of the time. Much like a dog that is used to being hit, he avoids trusting even the most kind-seeming people and his social life consists of slipping out of other people's way, keeping his head down. In reality he is very lonely and yearns desperately for a real family, or friends, or a purpose, or something. If he ever had a friend, he'd probably be playful and love to have fun with them, but that's never happened to him. Uncontrollable curiosity. Generally thinks before he acts and avoids taking stupid risks, which could come off as cowardly, but can be bold when it comes to things he feels very strongly about. Despises the Council but is also unsure and slightly fearful of the Rebels. He supports them for being anti-Council, but Oliver really hates violence. One that has seen as much violence as he has might have become desensitized, but Oliver still has a childish gentleness. He wouldn't kill a rat if he could help it.

Appearance: He has an unruly shock of raven black hair above his bright blue eyes. His gaze is so large, wide, and questioning that it seems to pierce right through you. He has a round face, very young an innocent looking, but with dark eye sockets and gaunt cheeks due to malnourishment. Often wears a dark soot-gray cap. Thin as a twig. Pale, almost sallow. Narrow, boyish shoulders. Lacks in strength but is very nimble and fit. Short but doesn't appear so, his very skinny legs make him look taller than he really is. Ragged clothes. Wears a small brown feather tied to a piece of string around his neck.

History: His mother was planned to have one baby, and she did. But a day later, Oliver the unexpected twin was born. His father wanted to kill him out of mercy, but his mother refused, but she also couldn't bear letting the Council take her new baby boy to live life as an "artiman". So they worked out a plan with a doctor named Scott- if the doctor was to hide the boy in the hospital all through his childhood among the waves of patients, then Oliver could be Scott's assistant once he was old enough. Oliver grew up without a family but knew he couldn't ever leave the hospital. Dr. Scott was not a kind man, but he wanted an assistant and so he fed him the bare minimal and tried to keep him secret. When he was 8, a council soldier found him sleeping under a gurney and tried to drag him off. Luckily Dr. Scott fooled the soldier into releasing him, but Dr. Scott knew that Oliver could no longer be kept a secret. Oliver acted before any plan was made. He escaped the hospital and now tries to survive undetected on the streets, hating the council and extremely fearful of ever being found. It is unknown whether the council ever found out what his mother did to save him, and even if any of his family is alive, so he doesn't try to find them.

Siblings: His older sister, Clara, whom he does't know. May be dead.
Job: None. Considering joining the rebels to be a medic.

[horrorterror]

(Sorry, I didn't notice you joined. Accepted and thank you.)

[solo]

Oliver awoke on the cold, grimy pavement behind a dumpster. With alarm, he realized that he had overslept and that people were already up and heading to work. He couldn't be found sleeping on the ground, or he'd be dead.
Nonchalantly, he slipped out of the alleyway and melded into the crowd like a shadow. He saw a young woman out of the corner of his eye and kept pace with her, so that a passerby might assume they were brother and sister. He deliberately looked as if he were going somewhere.
Suddenly the young women was shoved aside by a Council member. Oliver jumped back, nearly falling over, and darted away, praying that that Council member hadn't seem him. His heart hammered as he tried to blend in with the crowd once more.

[horrorterror]

(I hate how close the 'bump' and 'bookmark' buttons are to each other. It seems like this is dead.)
Dementra left the woman, following a boy. She put her identification card back in her pocket. Based on how he looked a bit dirty, he could have easily been one of the homeless children. He seemed to be nervous about something. She quickly caught up and grabbed the kid's shoulder. She asked,"Shouldn't you be in school, kid? There was only one illness report for this sector, and that was from a five year old female with blonde hair." She raised an eyebrow, questioningly.
"Do your parents look after you? If they do not, you could always file in a report and you could be rehomed in the same week."

[solo]

Oliver froze when he turned to see who grabbed his shoulder, realizing that it was the Council woman who had pushed aside another women moments before. His gaze was huge as he gawked at her, his pupils like dimes. He tried to keep from trembling but the fear crushed down on his lungs like an anvil.. Every instinct in his body was screaming to run, but he knew he wouldn't succeed.
"I'm s-sorry, ma'am, I woke up late, and in my hurry I got a bit lost. On the way. To school." The Council women's words rang like gunshots in Oliver's head. Do your parents look after you? You could be rehomed. Lies! What lies. Rehomed? What, to prison?

[horrorterror]

Dementra said,"C'mon, then. I have an assignment there." She noticed that the boy looked nervous, and said,"Boy, if you're lying to me then I'll be forced to take you to headquarters. "She said to his late comment,"You need to be more careful if you woke up late, then. You could get removed if you come in late too many times at your job."
Dementra put a hand on the back of Oliver's neck, and said as she nudged him along,"Lets get you to school. My name's Dementra, what's yours?" She wondered if he was one of the rebel's children. Oh, there were few words to describe how much she hated the rebellion. They dared disrupt the peace that came with the Council, not only taking lives but encouraging individuality. Eventually their little resistance would be stomped out, she was sure of it.

[solo]

"Yes, ma'am." Panic was really beginning to build up inside of him when she realized she was taking him to school. Oliver was going to claim that he knew the way, but she already said she had an assignment there. His mind raced to come up with an un-suspecious sounding excuse for her to let him go.
Oh, no! I'm going to throw up. No, you won't! he thought to himself, containing his dizziness and forcing a smile.
"Wyatt Ackerly." he told her. Wyatt Ackerly had been a real person, once. Once while finding shelter in a rainstorm, he wandered into a cemetery, and had no choice but to sleep in the man's mausoleum. Mr. Ackerly had passed away fifteen years ago, so Oliver figured it was safe to assume he was mostly forgotten. He used it whenever he needed a fake name.
What will they do, at the school? They'll see Wyatt Ackerly's not on their list, and then what'll happen?!

[dovelydragon]

Name: Vitani Shade (Vi-taw-NEE) Means WAR in african
Gender Female
Age: 17
Side: Rebbelion
Rank: second in command?
Personality: WIP
Appearance:
History: "Dont like to talk about in!"
Siblings: (Would anyone like to make her a 15-16 year old brother?)
Job: She only cares for her 'family in the rebelion
Other: young,wild,and free