A militant group of exiles from York, they fight the city that rejected them. Most members wear whatever combat-friendly clothing they can find, with white or red armbands, caps, or highlights The most devout members wear all white. They use whatever weaponry they can find.
They are nomadic people, living in the forest south of York. They often dig tunnel-residences underground:
Several notable Free People:
Alexander Boskonovitch, the unofficial commander of the People's Guerrilla Army:
Redmond Vargas, the man who operates the Rebellion on a day-by-day basis:
Mia Kanawaga, the woman in charge of both medicine, surgery, and carnal knowledge for the Free People:
The Warlords are a group of MSF Exiles, Failures, and Runaways, who have sided with the Free People:
The first among them, is the pistolero, and oldest, Washington. He's a crack shot and draw, and carries three Colt Single Action Army Revolvers. He voluntarily left the MSF.
Next, is William of Occam, the master of sniping and the forest, was exiled from the MSF for failing to assassinate a pregnant woman. He was never found due to his talents.
The youngest member is Succubus, mistress of torture, and insanity, not to mention quite the slugger with a baseball bat. She also carries several handguns on her, most of them .50 Caliber Desert Eagles. She is Incubus' sister. She was exiled from the MSF after her mental condition interfered with her training.
The blades expert is Hades, who has taken multiple bullet wounds to the head, and still remains standing. Exiled from the MSF due to an "incedent" in which he forcibly raped both his breeding partner, and a male MSF member who happened to be in the room at the time Carries throwing knives, several combat blades, and two large machetes, in addition to an extreme lust for both blood and intercourse.
The man in charge of heavy weaponry is Tombstone. He was expelled for killing innocent civillians with a spray of minigun fire.
Five years later, much has changed under Cypher's command:
United underneath the white Triskele, and led by the veteran Cypher, the Free People live towards the coast at the edge of the Jungle, where the plants thin into a forest of old growth hardwoods and large hills, essentially the tailbone of the Appalachian mountains.
The buildings they live in are made with care, they dig deep pits, and fill them in with concrete, using forms to make a perfect shell and using scavenged rebar to reinforce it, into the forms are placed shipping containers, and wet cement fills the space in between, they cap that off with another layer of concrete, and cover it in dirt, planting grasses atop it to speed the growth, the tunnel systems are relatively close together, and span two levels, each person has their own house, miniaturized though it is, and even the leader shares the same living conditions. There's even electricity, air filtering, plumbing (Although somewhat crude and experimental, it dumps into sewage tanks, decays and makes methane gas, to power the supplementary electrical systems.), and flood control just in case. The floor is typically hardwood, and is rather smooth and clean, showing excellent worksmanship. Below this, in the second and deepest level, is the command center and armory, as well as the expansive "farms" which grow crops under artificial light, as well as a fairly well equipped and clean hospital. Everything public is painted matte white, but individuals rooms can be painted per their request.
Above ground looks almost perfectly natural, except for small indentations randomly in the earth.
As for the command center, they have huge banks of old 80-90's computers, all running logistic patterns, monitoring the geothermal heating, keeping count of time, etcetera, they run on a closed system, and there are bulletin board systems for public use.
As for the military, They've standardized heavily,
Standard uniform is as follows;
And their loadout weapon wise; VEPR with twenty or thirty round magazines.
As well as their knife which is typically based off a case, and made from VG2 steel, found in an old warehouse, there was plenty of it, and is still more.