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Red Knight V
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Name : Jareth; Age : 39; Gender : Male;
Jareth was unaware of the events unfolding on the ground, blocks away. He was currently leaning back in the blown out upper window of an ancient cathedral. He currently did not have any weapons on his person and he seemed half asleep. On the ground floor the entire cathedral was boarded up, and attached to the boards were sheets of steel, welded together, and speckled with sharp protrusions and welded on kitchen knife blades. The second story, was similarly enforced, except there were entire panels of rusted nails ready to be sprung and swing down smashing the unsuspecting fingers of any intruders. The third floor, where the window was there was not an actual floor on the inside, was lined with graffiti art and stolen, plastic wrapped works of art liberated from an abandoned museum. On the roof was an array of wires, poles, and satellite dishes. At each of the four corners there was one of those wide mirrors that showed an almost 180 degree view.
He had been living there and improving the shelter since the event. He had never been what one would call socially acceptable, and when society crumbled, he smiled and strolled out to make his way in this new world. He had an old atomic clock, and rang the bells in the tower at each hour, unless he was asleep, or out gathering supplies, though recently he has given up ringing the bells, since he doesn't like loud noises, and does not know why he did it in the first place.
(He isn't being involved yet, because I don't think all characters should be right at the beginning.)
Jareth was unaware of the events unfolding on the ground, blocks away. He was currently leaning back in the blown out upper window of an ancient cathedral. He currently did not have any weapons on his person and he seemed half asleep. On the ground floor the entire cathedral was boarded up, and attached to the boards were sheets of steel, welded together, and speckled with sharp protrusions and welded on kitchen knife blades. The second story, was similarly enforced, except there were entire panels of rusted nails ready to be sprung and swing down smashing the unsuspecting fingers of any intruders. The third floor, where the window was there was not an actual floor on the inside, was lined with graffiti art and stolen, plastic wrapped works of art liberated from an abandoned museum. On the roof was an array of wires, poles, and satellite dishes. At each of the four corners there was one of those wide mirrors that showed an almost 180 degree view.
He had been living there and improving the shelter since the event. He had never been what one would call socially acceptable, and when society crumbled, he smiled and strolled out to make his way in this new world. He had an old atomic clock, and rang the bells in the tower at each hour, unless he was asleep, or out gathering supplies, though recently he has given up ringing the bells, since he doesn't like loud noises, and does not know why he did it in the first place.
(He isn't being involved yet, because I don't think all characters should be right at the beginning.)