Name: Hollin
Picture:
Yes? by Ryuthulhu
Age: 15 - told the guards he was 16
Gender: Male
Prisoner: Yes
Crime: Crack dust Distribution, possession, assault, murder and arson
Candidate: ?
Former Craft/Rank: Gang Scout / Monkey - Oliver's little helper - N/A
Appearance: Hollin looks enough like Oliver they really could be brothers. It is impossible to know for sure, Pern doesn't have paternity tests. It isn't like his father married or either of their mothers stuck around, and considering their mother profession, well... she might have dumped the brat on the first man that didn't run her off.
Hollin is small bone, he looks more delicate next to kids his height and age. He is slim, perhaps a tad thin but not noticeably underweight. His hair is a shiny mass of blue black, and after the lice incident when he was five he grew it out and kept it in rows of braids down to his shoulders. His eyes are average in size, round in shape and has the same heavy lidded and long fringed lashes that his brother also has. His eye color is a softer pale new leaf green. Hollin's face structure is softer then his brothers, his nose is smaller, straight, and pert. He has the same thin lips, but the lower is slightly fully and a more heart shape. He is also tanned a warm golden shade.
Personality:
Composed, Hollin has seen a lot in his scant years and he is good at keeping a calm facade around others. He can come across as cold and self-absorbed but relaxes and is a lot warmer with his sibling. Hollin tells his sibling nearly everything, Oliver can't get him to shut up. He also a lot more cuddly with Oliver, at times climbing up in his brother's lap and just snuggling when upset and it is just him and his brother. Hollin is not cuddly when there is company.
Hostile, Hollin likely doesn't like you. It isn't anything personal, his survival reflex is somewhat in overdrive and he is a suspicious and wary little half pint. He is not going to stand being bullied, and if calmly telling them to stop doesn't work, he will set an example when pressed. When pressed, I mean the other kid took a swing and Hollin retaliated back. If he attacks first his brother will be terribly disappointed in him. Don't corner Hollin, he becomes an angry, hissy, wild little thing when cornered and will target the eyes.
Flexible in both body and mind, Hollin adapts well enough to new circumstances. While his brother is relatively safe, he has to be aware of things and notice small details. The world is nasty and if he can't adapted he is likely to end up dead. Usually this ends up as dodge people, animals, fights and unsavory things tossed in the path. Uck.
Curious, if left to his own devices Hollin tends to get into everything. Some part of his brain decrees he must poke it. When no one is looking. It is embarrassing to be caught going through someone's chest because it was closed and he must know what is in it. Even if it is horribly filled with intimate under things. Ewww.
History: Hollin is a slum rat. He has no true profession and is the child of a 'Dust addict and a whore, maybe. He knows the whore part is true. Being solely raised by his elder sibling, Hollin is rather estrange from his father. All his father does is do 'dust and bring home women. By the time Hollin was four, he had learned that his brother is the sole security net he will ever have. Even if Oliver would not allow him to have a puppy. He really wanted one when he was four. They are cute and eat vermin.
Hollin started have lessons with an ornery ill temper Ex Harper when he was seven. Oliver decided his baby brother would know how to read and it might have been to keep him from being underfoot for a few hours a day. Until he turned nine he was his brother's shadow.
Hollin not sure what warrant an invitation from the older kids that ran in packs around the slum. He was curious and hanging constantly under his sibling foot was getting boring. He had searched and poked nearly everything in the shop and Saain was getting irritable.
Hanging around children his own age was different. Oliver was calm and focus, most of the adults he knew were drunk or on 'dust or Saain. Saain scared him. It might have been because he rummaged through her chest and she had turned an alarming shade of red and sputtered. Hollin's fellow slum rats were cruel and loud. They chatter incessantly and destroyed random pieces of property. He was horribly confused till they reported in to a handler. They were spying, the acts of destruction were somewhat a front.
Hollin never really felt one with the pack of kids and while respected enough he was more loyal to his brother then to Fahd. He did his job well, taking refine dust to the vendors and returning with marks for the bookies. He worked with partners when he his thirteen, casing out buildings of rival gangs to target their manufacturers. Working with partners to case buildings went bad.
Somehow his partner usually ending screwing up, somewhere down the line. It usually was a minor thing, but it brought attention. They managed to avoid notice about ninety percent of the time, but the few times they got caught... Hollin tended to be the one in full sight. Third time running from angry rival gang members made it rather clear that this was not random. Someone wanted to get rid of him.
Fourteen is when he might of killed someone. Hollin been being careful, but the shafting thing went wrong and when someone large and heavy set is going at you with a knife... you really don't think what a solid piece of wood and a luck blow to a neck will do. Not when running, skittering across slate floors like some sort of demented treehopper, hitting open air in a gasping breath and bolting to collapse in a puddle in front of his home. Hollin ended up curled against his brother the night after and continued to go back the day after.
Leaving never actually occurred to him. Where would they go? He was keeping alive with a mix of skills, instinct and luck. They would have to leave the hold or else Fahd would take care of them... nastly.
The turn came and then the raid and then Prison. At first it seemed like an average day, until partner actually turned on him. The first person he actually knows he killed. For when that knife brushed his check as Joi took a wide swing, he turned and stabbed him up through the arm pit, skidding across ribs and jerking back, still turning jerked his knife twice in the other boys kidneys. Hollin really wasn't thinking so much as acting, struck dumb with a bloody knife in hand as Joi fell over.
He ended up running back for home and perhaps he did lead the guards back, he isn't sure but shortly after returning home, things went crazy. Hollin doesn't remember much of their attempt to flee and just faintly recalls kneeing someone in the groin as he escaped the confines of his shirt and latter trying to scratch out someones eye's when pinned.
Needless to say he got sentence to prison.
Other stuff: Knife fighter... squirmy and slippery but so sharding cute 3
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