Crystalina Argei was born into a prosperous family before the RVP took over. When that take over everything hit the deck for Cyeye. A city that lives off its ships. Unlike most the studious people- and as she would forever refer to them as commoners- she didnâ€™t go and take a ship wreck job like most town folk there did. Instead she had a totally different view on what she wanted  than what other townsfolk wanted her to. Instead from the age of 14 to the age of 17 she trained herself to become a messenger. Running day in and day out.<br/><br/>When she made the job as one of very few messengers she had began to hear rumors of a revolt. Though she disliked the idea of being two faced, she couldnâ€™t help but find herself gravitating to the revolt. In the end she became a double agent, and a damn good one at that. With two years at the job she has been labeled the best messenger throughout the cities. Which led her to be a great asset to the Revolt.<br/><br/>Her footsteps carried quickly over the sandy terrain as she sped across the driest parts of land between restion and Cyeye. It wasnâ€™t a fairly awful run but the heat was extensive and her minx couldnâ€™t touch the sand because of the heat. Instead , the minx would sit on her shoulder with itâ€™s three ringed tails swaying with the strong cascading wind. The desert stretched for about 15 miles, and she ran it reasonably within 30 minutes which was a record for most messengers.<br/><br/>Past the hot sand the minx fell from her shoulder to run against her and keep up with her. Their speed the exact same. The minx was the creature that helped her stabilize her speed because it kept within her speed range though it was still ultimately faster than her. They entered the forest which boarded restivon. She was on a mission with a delivery to be made but with the time delay because of the quick stop she had made to her home before delivering the last message. She was forced to run at a faster speed to make up for it. Though even so she was still faster than any messengers out there. Most cities referred to her as the vagabond messenger.  Often she was called the bitch of messengers but that didnâ€™t bother her  as much as it should have.<br/><br/>She came to a nice clearing where the sun was starting to go down , and her stomach began to rumble. Though she would like to get to her destination 2 days earlier she couldnâ€™t help but sit down next to a tree and take a break. Her blonde tied up hair casting a shadow behind her head. Her tan hands-tan because of the desert sun- reached into her bag and managed to pull out three sandwiches. She handed one to her minx, and opened the other too to chow them  down..not expecting to be disturbed in any way.<br/><br/>Then she got up and prepared herself for more running. " Jared we have to make it to the hide out tonightâ€¦or else â€¦ill be late on the actual delivery which is in two days." Her long angular feet stretched out like the athletic athletes do before they head off for a long run. Her minx as if answering her began through the forest , while she chased after him.<br/><br/>At last she made it to the hide out heaving long breaths with minx right at her feet. Her hands hesitantly knocked on the door. She feared of getting caught all the time but meeting new peopleâ€¦well that always left a little nervousness in people.<br/><br/>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><span style="color: #80FF40">Ansel Argei heaved a sigh as he tried to land the oh so requested helicopter for the new revolt group. He was called on from an old friend, and with the sky full of darkness with the moon shining it made it almost impossible for him to trust his landing. Flying air planes seemed so much easier than this god damn helicopter it was almost ridiculous. <br/><br/>With a little bit of skill he managed to circle the helicopter down onto the roof. It wasnâ€™t odd for a pilot to be requested on he just didnâ€™t expect to have to pilot a freaking helicopter. His suite alone showed that he seemed rather rich which was true, money wasnâ€™t problem. After all he did save most of it from when he worked for the rvp. <br/><br/>Once the helicopter landed he brought a black gloved hand to the pilot glasses that covered his eyes, and carefully ran his hands through his dark green hair. He wondered for a moment how his sister was doing  as his well kept self made its way down the steps of the helicopter. The new revolt group he would have to fly would hopefully be a little more stable than the last. He heaved a sigh and made his way to the roof top door and down into the hide out and found his way to a wall to lean against while he waited for everyone else. <br/></span>