So, I figured I've talked about other people's OCs quite a bit, and that it was time to make my own, with a story to boot. So here goes!
The faint sound of cars filled the air in the suburbs of Royal Woods. If one were observing from the street, specifically, one nine minutes biking distance from the local school, one could notice a pair of boys, the oldest two in the White family, exiting a somewhat wide single-story house and mounting bicycles. The taller one wore a yellow hoodie adorned with the design of the "Don't tread on me" flag, jeans, and grey sneakers with green soles; the shorter, a grey hoodie, sweatpants, and blue shoes with orange designs. As they departed and started down the street, the taller one tried to shout to the other.
"So, mate, did you see the news?"
"What?!" The yellow-hooded boy rolled his eyes and slowed down a little bit to close the gap between them.
"Did you see the news, mate?"
"No."
"They raised the freakin' minimum wage."
"Are you kidding me?!"
"I freaking wish, mate! It's $8.90 now!"
"Well, crap."
"Right?! It was gonna be hard enough to get a job as it was!"
"Least it's not as bad as Seattle."
"Granted, but still!"
"Gonna be sharing some anti-raise memes?"
"Nah, all I could find for those are freaking bottomtexts."
"Ah, one of the worst kinds."
"Yup. But then again, how the crap would the minimum wage translate to literally any meme remotely dank enough?"
"Yeeeaaah, it's not exactly meme material."
"Nope." The two turned out of the neighborhood and onto the four-lane, and remained relatively silent for the rest of the ride. They arrived at the seminary building, an 1800 sq. ft. single-story brick building with glass doors. The boys parked their bikes behind the building, between it and the parking lot. The yellow-hooded boy hung his helmet on his handlebars, and the grey-hooded boy brought his inside.
"Good morning Darien, good morning Gavin!" The teacher said to the yellow-hooded and grey-hooded boy respectively. They were the only three in the building, and 0 period seminary wouldn't start for another 20 minutes. Darien sat in the back right of what was the middle section of the room from the teacher's perspective, while Gavin sat in the front right of the left section from the teacher's perspective. Darien pulled his phone out of his hoodie pocket and scrolled through his facebook. He didn't have a twitter or snapchat or anything, because he didn't understand the point of them, but it was still a nice way to see what some friends of his friends were up to. It also gave him access to a neat little chatroom that he'd compiled them into for the sake of sharing memes and talking about a video game they were developing.
"Darien, could you unlock the front and side doors?" The teacher asked, handing him the keys to the doors. Darien took the keys and put his phone in his pocket. Gavin set up the pastries on a table in the foyer. What better way to motivate students to wake up early than giving them day-old pastries for free? It worked for Darien and Gavin. Once five minutes remained until class began, the classroom started to fill up. The teacher's right remained mostly barren with three exceptions, while the left was completely filled and the middle three-quarters filled. After the hymn and opening prayer, the teacher began her lesson. Meanwhile, in the back row, Darien quietly conversed with the boy in the seat to his left, a tall ginger named Alexander.
"D'you hear they raised the minimum wage?"
"Did they?"
"Yup."
"I'm not sure how you feel about that."
"Ha!" Darien whispered. "It pisses me off. To NO end. We do this every couple of years, and guess what happens?"
"Yeah, but it's a popular move."
"Yeah, for the small majority."
"True."
"Darien?" Darien perked up at the sound of his name. "Could you read the next verse?"
"Which one?"
"19." Darien had been paying attention to the teacher's lesson and his conversation, so he knew which chapter, he just hadn't been following along on the verses. After he read, he waited a bit before returning to his conversation.
"Yeah, but that is how democracy works." Alexander noted.
"Yeah, well, republics are better."
"What makes you think that?"
"Pure democracy is two wolves and a sheep voting on what to have for dinner. The 51% abuse the 49, the majority over the individual."
"Hm."
"See, Ireland has it right there. Especially with Instant-runoff voting."
"Yeah."
After class, which was an hour long and ended at around 7 AM, Darien and Gavin mounted their bikes and rode home. Because they did school online, they had the majority of their day free to do what they wanted, though they had to do chores and schoolwork too. Thanfully, today was a relatively easy day for both of them, as well as some of their other 4 siblings. For the oldest two, Gavin and Darien, tonight was a ward youth activity, so they could hang out with their friends, which was nice as they mostly only saw them at church and at these activities. Darien finished his schoolwork and chores before finding Gavin, who was shooting hoops in the street in front of the house.
"Hey, Gavin."
"Yeah?"
"Have you seen any updates to the script?"
"For the game?"
"Yeah."
"No, I think it's just a couple of your scenes still." Each of six people, one of which was Darien, was working on a narrative script for the game. It was in a choose-your-own adventure style, so the scripts were fairly hard to make, and Darien had only written three scenes himself. Outside of writing the narrative, Darien couldn't do much, but that's what friends are for, especially the artists and the ones in band. He still found it hard to believe that they'd made a minimal working prototype in powerpoint of all applications.
"Yeah, we need to get on them about that."
"Well, they don't have your time."
"True, true."
Later that evening, Darien hopped the back fence and crossed the street to get to the church. Little did he know, he was about to meet a girl with an even bigger family than his.
Alright, so there's the pilot chapter for you. Not a list bio, but I think it's sufficient to explain at least part of Gavin's character and a bit more of Darien's. Please review with any criticism!