—The president doesn’t wish to outright kill the rebels. Having skill enough to defy him an live is a skill he wishes to gain. He wants to rebels on his side. So though there is indeed fighting between both the sides. No military official is to harm the revolutionists without direct orders. Because of this the rebels can leave the bunker and speak to those outside it if they feel so inclined.
              ( This is to make sure that, if we do get conformists, they wont feel they have no one to talk to. Since I originally had it set to them only speaking by phone, or organized meetings. )

       —You can follow Xevi here.

Out of Character— (Tells us a little of who you are!)

Name/Preferred Nickname: Fran

Personal/Alternate Account: rikkachan

Timezone: EST 

In Character— (Tell us about your character!)

Name:  Xevi Dupre (ZEH-vee Doo-PRAY)
Age: 18
Birthcity:  Marblerose 
Revolutionist or Conformist?: Before: Inventor.  Now: Revolutionist
Rank: Sharpshooter
Gender: Female
Species: Super Human
Birthdate: January 1st
Height: 5’3
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Faceclaim: Murao Shuuko from Ao Haru Ride

Personality: Stoic, blunt, and merciless. Xevi is a naturally cold person. She rarely smiles, and doesn’t laugh to much either. She takes things seriously, even if it’s only a joke. Xevi likes to be organized and on time. She’s very strict and believes in discipline. She’ll only break the rules if it’s necessary.

Though, underneath the cold metal, she’s honestly just a girl that missed her childhood and grew up too fast. Her true desire is to make many friends, though finding she has no time for them, she pushes most people away.

Weapon: Snipers and various guns (machine guns, rifles, handguns, etc.) She also has a gravity hammer if she ever engages in close combat.

Background (Basics): She grew up as the innocent and cute little girl of Marblerose. Xevi enjoyed small things, like playing in the backyard and eating chilled watermelon on a hot summer day. Though, one day she was very confused when her father took her away from the house, and underground where others were bundled together in fear.

The meteor crashed when Xevi was only five when the meteor hit. Her father became one of the inventors for the Revolutionists. He raised Xevi to be straight forward, and determined. He also showed her how to shoot a gun, training her to the point where she was even better than him. Soon, Xevi took after her father’s spot as the Revolutionist’s inventor and sharpshooter after her father passed away from natural causes.

Confident and strong, Xevi vows to take down the President. She will do anything to help the Revolutionists stop her, if it means the cost of her own life as well.

Roleplay Example: Xevi bites her lower lip as she stirred the foul liquid, pouring it into a cup and adding a few ice cubes. The brainiac holds the green liquid up into the light, checking for any ingredients that hadn’t blended completely. She was making a chemical that would enchance the user’s body speed by thirty-five percent. The formula was absolutely full-proof, and the solution had turned out perfect. 

Though, the thing was, what could she test it on? Xevi looked hopelessly at her guinea pigs running around in the small cage. No, all of them had been tested on already. Two experiments might overwhelm them and take their life. She was forced to test it on herself.

Reluctantly, she held the glass to her lips, holding her nose as she quickly gulped it down. A few seconds after, she clutched her throat, coughing and sputtering. Xevi felt her heartbeat increase as her eyesight began to blur. She curled up on the floor, twitching and moaning.

Everything wrong stopped. She could breathe again with ease, forcing herself off the ground. Wondering if it had worked, she looked in the mirror. “I don’t look different,” she muttered to herself, doing a full rotation just to check. She took a deep breath, eyes locking on the door all the way across the room. She dashed for it, slamming against the door since she  couldn’t control her speed yet. 

She adjusted her labcoat and goggles, grinning. “It works!”

—Accepted!

       —You can follow Cedric here.

Out of Character— 

Name/Preferred Nickname: Ezrah
Personal/Alternate Account:adamantspunk
Timezone: (GMT -7:00) Mountain Time

In Character— 

Name: Cedric Rainer  
Age: Twenty-one
Birthcity: Goldhaven
Revolutionist or Conformist?: Revolutionist.
Rank: Before & After: General
Gender: Male
Species: Haven
Birthdate: September 21st
Height: 5’7”
Hair Color: Blone
Eye Color: Blue
Faceclaim: Cloud Strife from Final Fantasy VII

Personality: Cedric is a bit anti-social and doesn’t talk much in casual occasions. However he isn’t mean and will not completely stray away from a conversation, he just wont say much. Though he is completely the opposite with meetings, in battles, and in training. He is firm, outspoken, and stubborn. He may be among the two who are only second-in-command, but he knows what he’s doing and he does it well.

Weapon: Fusion Swords

Background: Cedric never experienced poverty in his life, given that he was born in Goldhaven. Though he never though lowly of those in the slums like his peers had. In school he excelled in his Military Training and it sparked the attention of the President’s military, even years before he had passed his fifteenth year. Though Military Training was his top excelled class, there were a couple of others that would be on par; Medicine and Education. And it was with his high marks in those classes that made him raise his rank immediately, becoming the youngest General by the age of seventeen. 

    And all was well until the rebels had begun to make their difference known. The President felt threatened, despite the low numbers that the revolutionists had. So in turn, the President ordered that experiments be conducted on his militia in his plan to obtain the ultimate army. Cedric had been one of the first to be tested on. It was painful, well at least the parts where he was conscious were. The medics gave them weekly injections, of this odd vibrant substance that burned with every ounce that was forced into the soldier’s bloodstream. And Cedric hated it, though he was the prized subject for these tests. (Apparently his body just adapted that well. Because most of those who were tested on seemed to die of illness or had to be killed because they became rabid.) But his premature hate wasn’t enough to make him rebel. The last test that took course a few years later was the cause of his revolt. 

    It was a final test to make him perfect. But it all went wrong. Physically, Cedric was fine but his mentality was another story. He began to see things— Images of a demented commander that he once looked up to and a commander who was his best friend many years ago began to plague his mind. And this would have been something he would have brushed aside if only they were his own memories. The fragments he would fall prey to were their own personal memoir. And it caused him to go mad and become a blank slate for about a year until his final battle he fought under the President’s supervision. 

    It was in that battle that he had been struck down, believed to be dead and found by the rebels. It was in that waning hour that he thought he was going to die was when he forfeited himself to the revolutionists. And living within the rebels, he regained his own memories back and his sanity. His weapon was returned to him once he was stable and he was automatically given the rank of the Rebel’s General. 

Roleplay Example:

    Cedric often wondered if switching over to the side of the rebels was the right choice. He wasn’t complaining though, life within the bunker was better than the one he lived within Goldhaven it was just that… —It was just that his hope in restoring the planet to what it once was diminishing. Because here he was, collecting the tags of his fellow soldiers and the cadets who aspired to be within the military after another battle had rung out between them and the president’s army. Though it wasn’t as if the conformists didn’t have those who fell during this last battle, but it wasn’t reassuring either for the general. Because many of those who had passed on the opposing side were soldiers he knew as well— Soldiers he knew better than the ones he worked with. Some were merely classmates while others were close friends, men he grew up with. 

  This is how it’s going to be, though. The blonde tried to re-assure himself because this was a war. And war had it’s casualties. He knew that and yet he had enough. This needed to end. Now.

This is the account I would like to use if accepted.

—Accepted!

       —You can follow Cecily here. 

Asked by silent-shooter

Sharpshooter for the Revolutionists!? Of course. :3.

Out of Character— (Tells us a little of who you are!)

Name/Preferred Nickname: Kii

Personal/Alternate Account: Personal: zebra-fag Skype: wtfrainbow

Timezone: EST

In Character— (Tell us about your character!)

Name: Cecily Mulven, Cecil for short.
Age: 19
Birthcity: Marble Rose
Revolutionist or Conformist?: Revolutionist
Rank: Builder - Alchemist
Gender: Male
Species: Haven
Birthdate: July 14tg
Height: 5’5”
Hair Color: Natural Red
Eye Color: Emerald Green
Faceclaim: Irie Shouichi from Katekyo Hitman REBORN!

Personality: Cecil is a little bit of a loner. He kept to himself even when he was with the conformists. It’s not that he doesn’t want friends, or that he is shy. He is just super spacey so he zones out during most conversations. Cecil is also a bit lazy, unless he has something he is working on, you can usually find him with headphones on and asleep. He is not mad like the Alchemists usually are, unless you count the spacing as mad.

Weapon: If Cecil was ever called to help the Rebels battle, he would use the handmade explosives he has created himself. They don’t just explode with fire, they have a number of things within them.

Background (Basics): Cecil was originally from Pal. When he was younger he helped the people of the slums build new houses. The military caught site of this, and moved the boy to an orphanage in MarbleRose. He wasn’t even an orphan, but they knew he would be soon with the toxic air his family was breathing.

Cecil heard of the Rebels when he was still in school. He was already assigned to be a builder, and though he didn’t mind it, he loved his science classes. He never once thought about switching sides. He wasn’t happy, but he was content and that was just fine with him. He did as he was told, and he followed what the president wanted.

However, after a while of doing the same thing, he couldn’t take it anymore. He had no family left now, and so he took off for the rebels. They took him in right away knowing him to be very good at his profession. He shocked them all however when he took up Alchemy. He now works hard making things for the rebels.

Roleplay Example:

“Eh… I was sure that would work.” Cecil huffed and sent down a broken test tube that had just exploded in his hands. Exhausted, the alchemist leaned back and closed his eyes. “Damn…”

It didn’t take long for him to drift off. In what seemed like seconds, which it probably was, he was shaking awake.

“What happened? The whole place shook! What did you do this time?” One of the Generals shouted at him.

Cecil just ignored them and sunk to the floor, drifting off again.

—Accepted!

The world cannot remain this way. Something has to be done. The president must be taken down. What he does, keeps us conformed this way, it isn’t right and we are tired of it! Join us, or fight against us.

Are you a Conformist or a Revolutionist?

President —
1 spot open 

Adviser —
1 spot open 

Rebel Commander —
1 spot open 

Rebel General —

       —Cedric
1 spot open

Rebel Captain —
3 spots open 

Rebel Officer —
5 spots open

Rebel Sharpshooter —

       —Xevi
2 spots open

Builders —
Unlimited

Alchemists —

       —Cecily
2 spots open

Inventors —
Unlimited

Medics —
4 Spots open

Farmers —
5 Spots open

Teacher —
4 Spots open

Students —
Unlimited