[h3][color=gray]The Revolutionists[/color][/h3][hr] [hider=Flint Weathersteel] [center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/QkocFdn.jpeg[/img] [h1]Flint Weathersteel[/h1] [b]30[/b] | [b]He/him[/b] | [b]The Corrosor /???[/b] [/center] [b]Description:[/b] The angry, enigmatic leader of an unknown organization. Flint often uses code words in his lectures to his members and to-be [code]inaudible[/code]. Some upper echelon members claim the ‘Book of the New Order’ has over five hundred instances of code words, ensuring that no one outside can even remotely understand what the in-the-know members are talking about. There's a reason Flint is so conflicted in his emotions and quick to blow a fuse. Not many years ago, he was, in fact, a mafia boss with a healthy number of districts under his command. That was, at least, until an unknown opposing mafias leader kidnapped his daughter, and demanded he kill his wife or witness his daughter die. It was an impossible decision, but at the behest of his wife, she sacrificed herself. He was given back his daughter after the deed was done, and his enemies took him as a broken man. Little did they know, as Flint escaped his districts with his daughter, and his mafia crumbled, a new man would be born of the ashes. A man whose Gyft was born out of extreme suffering, and a man who would do [i]anything[/i] to ensure that mafias are wiped off the face of the earth. [b]Gyft:[/b] Unknown. [/hider] [hider=Vale Hart] [center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/JrRWiaz.jpeg[/img] [h1]Vale Hart[/h1] [b]26[/b] | [b]She/her[/b] | [b]The Visionary/Unknown Alliance[/b] [/center] [b]Description:[/b] There are no papers for Vale Hart. Instead, what would appear on her passport and license would be a ‘Dole Gray’, and alias with her photo. All her history is fabricated. Apparently she graduated from Nocturnia College with a degree in Licensed Practical Nursing. And then attended the police academy for a few years, and graduated from that. But instead of going into the field, she took time off to ‘find herself’, and never went back into the professional field. At least, not for anything on record. In reality, she emerged from thin air, and put her time, services, and undying loyalty into Flint and his [code]inaudible[/code]. She immediately started working as his second-in-command, and even helped draft some of the many code words the [code]inaudible[/code] use. Indeed, she wears a blindfold. However, it doesn't appear to dampen her ability to see. [b]Gyft:[/b] ??? [/hider] [hider=Hailey Weathersteel] [center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/xgMd3L8.jpeg[/img] [h1]Hailey [s]Vagabond[/s] Weathersteel[/h1] [b]23[/b] | [b]She/her[/b] | [b]The Detonist/Unknown Alliance[/b] [/center] [b]Description:[/b] At least, that was the story she would tell people. She had to fit the lie. Nobody could know the truth, none except for close confidants within the organization. That fact that she wasn't just a devout of the organization. She was the Little Sister of its leader. She was the Little Sister of Flint Weathersteel. If word got out… they could use her against Flint. [s]Leaflets litter the streets of Nocturnia. ‘Meet the future,’ ‘Breathe the silver air,’ ‘M.PHEAT’, and other such nonsense sprawling all in nice little rows on the letter-like leaflet. Flipping the leaflet to the other side and taking four unique ones, the scribbles on the back would form a map, and mark the spot for an auspicious occasion! Hailey was at such a meeting. And the next one. And the one after that. She sang with the rest, and raised her fist in the air. She could see it, the vision, the future! No longer would the pigs control them, and those snobby bureaucrats, [i]and[/i] those criminal selfish gobbers. One day, at these auspicious, oh-so-secret gatherings, crates upon crates arrived, all filled with little bottles. She was given bottle after bottle, as long as she promised one thing. One small, tiny thing. Of course, she promised earnestly, nodding her head vigorously. And, sipping her bottles, she set her eyes on the other districts within Nocturnia, ready to enact ‘M.PHEAT's will.[/s] [b]Gyft:[/b] Bombs. She is able to create, summon, light and throw bombs. These appear in size and shape similar to Bom-ombs in Mario, but without the life-like features. Each bomb can be made near-instantly. It has a blast radius of about 5-7 feet, and sends a wave of shrapnel out. These bombs are very deadly, with impact craters being formed and people dying if they are in the blast radius. Those outside of the blast radius can still get crushed bones and burns. [/hider] [hider=Reid Ledger] [center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/nPCkLIi.jpeg[/img] [h1]Reid Ledger[/h1] [b]25[/b] | [b]He/him[/b] | [b]3D Walker/Unknown Alliance[/b] [/center] [b]Description:[/b] His entire life, Reid knew he was meant for something more. He had all this pent up rage at the Wall, lack of parental supervision, and fell into a bad crowd growing up. One thing led to another, and he found an organization that thought, talked, and even [i]breathed[/i] the same as him. This organization gave him meaning, gave him knowledge that made him feel special and singled out, and tasks that actually brought his own vision of a free Nocturnia closer to fruition. He's certainly not in the upper echelon of this organization, but he feels he has enough power and value where he's very satisfied with his position. He sees the end goal, and although he may not necessarily want to die for it, he'll certainly break the law to further that goal. [b]Gyft:[/b] 3D Walker He is able to move in three dimensions, as in, he can climb walls and ceilings. It comes to him without hesitation, and although he is sure there is some kind of science or power going on at the molecular level, the only thing he has confirmed is that he can run at a wall and scale it with his feet, hand, or general body. Blood rushes to his head when his feet are stuck to the ceiling, but besides that, he doesn't have may drawbacks except tiredness after a certain period of time of using his gyft. [/hider] [hider=Daisy Weathersteel] [center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/GZ5f5l5.jpeg[/img] [h1]Daisy Weathersteel[/h1] [b]6[/b] | [b]Shd/her[/b] | [b]Flint's Heart/Unknown Alliance[/b] [/center] [b]Description:[/b] Yes, Daisy. The little girl that her father, Flint, saved at the sacrifice of her mother. Those years were tough. She was often left with Hailey Weather steel, Daisy's aunt, while her father Flint went out to make money however he could. There was one time Daisy was woken to screaming in the house. She ran downstairs to find bodies of men strewn across the floor and puddles of blood. Her father's face was dark an unrecognizable, looming over the bodies. [b]”D-daddy?”[/b] She had called out softly. Flint had turn to her, staring for a moment, before his anger and darkness melted away. He slowly approached his daughter, scooping her up from the floor. She had remembered how his dress shirt was spotless, and he smelled nice. [b]”I got rid of the bad men, daughter of mine. You can sleep easy now. Let daddy take care of the rest of this.”[/b] He said, tucking her back into bed. And that morning, she got to have breakfast with her aunt Hailey and her father, realizing the truth of the world: Daddy kept the world safe, and he could do no wrong. [b]Gyft:[/b] Not yet. [/hider]