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@dakota feel free to use him or not, I’ll get back around to writing parts for him eventually but I figured my human characters deserved some more attention. So, without further ado, here is the introduction of my new character Citrine.

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Citrine smoothed her short hair behind her ear, keeping the sunny yellow from distracting her. She cleared her throat and began broadcasting.

“Citizens of Outopia, your government cares for you. You may be hungry, you may even be starving, but you are not forgotten. We work tirelessly everyday to make this city a better place, not for us, but for you.

I am pleased to report that we have made some progress in the negotiations with our neighboring cities. Food is coming, and do not fear if you don’t have the money to pay for it. We have new jobs available to all ages, not just adults.

Parents, your children need not be on the streets. There is work for them.

Even now the younger generation is climbing the ranks. Just yesterday two of our very fine young employees gave us valuable intel that allowed us to mount a raid against the Sparrows. Those vile offenders who have harassed not only you, but also this government who is working to bring you food, are now being brought to justice in the Tower of Punishment.

Your enemies have been brought low by the intelligence and initiative of your children. Yes, we may have instructed these young people and provided them with the resources to do this service, but if it were not for your hard work and dedication they would not have grown to be such fine examples of humanity.

A new age is coming to Outopia. An age of prosperity and peace. The rebellion we be no more, not simply because we will stop it, but because even these malcontents will be willing to lay down their arms and join in a thriving city.”

Citrine paused, “This has been Citrine Santri, servant of Outopia.” The device in front of her clicked and she was left alone in the box of a room where she worked. The room was sound proof, which was good when broadcasting, but it made for very lonely breaks.

But loneliness was a small sacrifice to make. Her words mattered. That what she told herself anyway. She had to tell herself that. Somewhere out there in the city there were people who listened, and cared about what she had to say.