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Name: Oliver 'Iron' Morte
Position: Pro-Dechsk Revolter, former blacksmith

Linage: Oliver is of common lineage, his father running a smithy in Denskbord and his mother running a small shop where she patched up and made clothes while managing the house.

Whom you declare allegiance to: Rebels

Short Description: Brown hair, tanned and muscular with clear blue eyes and an easy smile. His hands are scarred and callused, more used to beating iron into whatever form he pleases than writing orders and plans.

Other Info: Oliver was always intelligent growing up, his mother taking care to educate him as best she could. His father trained him in the art of weapons-smithery and general forge-working, and was apprenticed at the age of 13 to a family friend in Mörn where his skill was noted. After working hard at the smithy during the day, Oliver would head into town with his band of miscreants and sneak into pubs and brothels, roam the streets, and generally get into trouble, Oliver learning street-smarts and how to manage troublemakers to his best advantage.

Oliver was a hard worker and quite charismatic, and at the age of 17 he boarded a ship and sailed to Meskhabn. Using his wages from working as a deckhand and doing various odd jobs while working on fishing boats for a few months, he set up shop near the harbour and found plenty of work making various weapons for the fishermen and sailors on trade ships and made a bit more money on the side gambling. Always the organiser, he went to his town hall meetings, and was amazed when he learned about the Dechsk. He admired how it allowed the common people to be represented, and slowly struggled to learn to read and write in order to understand the Charter Of The Dechsk. He has worked hard for the eight years he has been in Meskhabn, making many connections in the local guilds and pubs, making many friends among the fishermen and traders and fellow craftsmen and labourers that serve the sailors.

When the Dechsk was abolished, Oliver was outraged and began using his circle of contacts to smuggle anti-monarchist and pro-Dechsk literature throughout Perrionne, Axessven, and Meskhabn. When the Vice-Roy refused to reinstate the parliament, Oliver gathered his more militant and strong compatriots and attacked the local garrison, setting it ablaze. Fleeing into the swamps with his band of former labourers and smiths the next day, Oliver began plotting. He has constructed a base in the deepest part of the marshes, and has armed his little force using weapons smuggled from guild contacts. Now, at the age of 25 and feeling like he can handle anything, Oliver 'Iron' Morte is determined to restore the Dechsk and bring down the Vice-Roy, one way or another.

SUGGESTION: Would it be good if street sense enabled the squad to see through character disguises? Or perhaps even CCS membership at a glance?

Love that idea.

Name: The Syndicalism (Syndies)
Leader: No leader, all indivdual cells decide everything democratically
Ideology: The Syndicalists believe in the idea of true democracy and trade unions, with people power destroying the corrupt government and liberating the people! Most of the unions have been abolished since the terror attack, their members driven underground. Peaceful protest gets you killed, so violence shall lead the way for the people! Extreme Leftists Paramilitary Group.
Aim: To overthrow the government and re-unite the UK as a series of trade collectives.
Base: Most of their members are based in a series of farms in North Yorkshire, where they train, with recruiting leaders and cells scattered throughout England.
Color: Red and Black

Winning Conditions: Overthrow the government and unite the UK as regional trade collectives.

((GO CANUCKS!))

"So, Simmura, I'm broke and need cash."

"Shame about not smoking. The name's Amber, not that names go far these days."

Yes, people can die from old age.

Amber smiles and twists off the cap. A mock half-salute with the bottle towards Simmura, then two long swallows on the bottle.

"Thanks for the drink, stranger."